Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1896-12-29

to his station. les; that was 1t, Annie
Laurie, but it wasn't for her that no
laid him down and died. Poor Mac!
He got sandbagged at New Orleans over
q chit Of a Yankee girl not fit to black
his boots.
"The old man grabbed me by the
arm.
Look here, he said, pointing out
three sails wallowing along between NJ
and the moon. That's the little game
your friends telow are after. Their
friends are coming to join in. And. BY
thunder, so is our stem' He turned on
the chief mate like fash:
"'You jump down with Mac into the
stokehole and make every pigtail heath
Ell stoke her up to the blowof. Wipe
'em out il they've any lip. ScoOtV
HE was tramping up and down like
q terror. ! never dreamed that man
with wife ard family could have
looked such demon.
"'You. he cried TO me, Jump below
and don't let the engines move hands
breadth till / ring her. Then let her
rip
81 only went below the skylight and
told the chief from there. didn't care
to pass that thing OH the platform again.
And besides wanted to see what was
going to happen Twas all on the jump.
like white faced girl. so 1 staid look
ing out.
"The steamer was wallowing in the
trough like "a lame duck. All the crew
had turned out forward after fixing up
the turned in China firemen.
1.-THE three junks came on in line
abreast down the wind.
"There was heathenish feeling about
sverything-that red. lopsided moon
making "a big. Gravity snake on the oily
water. the three junks sliding along and
us laid silent There were three things
I remem bor-the slap OF the water un-
der our stern, the rattle Of the Junks'
sails tapping against their masts and
our old mans fist. He WAS pounding
time on the rail.
"All at once he roared out:
Port, hard a-portr and rang her
full speed. and we began to move. Lord!
In three minutes we had got our pace.
1.-THE junks had turned after us at
first, but they seemed To guess something
was wrong. for one sheered of. Pres
emily we'd done the half circle and
headed stem on 10 the other two. Then
/ reckon they realized.
'-The first broke ont into lights and
shouts. She was right under our bows,
and you could hear her split like dry
firewood. Her big battened mainsail
ratified on our foes le head like shower
Of canes The sea itself seemed To yell
all round us as we steamed through the
cargo Of drowning pirates.
81 looked over the rail. We'd hit the
other and smashed one side of, and as
we pranced by saw her men sliding of
her deck like q split cartload Of turnips
as she heeled over. Her masts caught
our after boat and tore 1t away. Then
she beam ended and slumped.
after hitting the first junk the old
man had been ramping up and down the
deck like a mad fellow.
1.-The third junk had got some dis
tance away, but il was no use. After
her we went, our old man roaring and
shaking his fist at her. Then all at once
he auieted and conned Us like Thames
steamboat skipper.
"And we hit that junk clean in the
stern and rode over her from end TO end.
II was sickening TO see the struggle in
our wake. ian and asked him II we
weren't going to save some Of them.
''He knocked me clean of my feet. /
was silly for more than ten minutes,
and when pulled together We were
still running ahead.
my chief was binding up my head,
and the old man was staring asterD. All
at once he screamed:
Lord. what have l doneT and
chucked up his arms and fell back. he
never spoke more. but went out next
morning We made the heathens stoke
us back 10 Hongkong-and Jail. Invent
to the hospital completely knocked over.
lyon know Aberdeen! Yesi Well,
you know that old house against the
town hall-an eating house? His widow
keeps that now. aud il ever you re stuck
up say as you know one who sailed with
him. And if you're fiush-"-Black
and White.