Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-08-09

cehliinstfes polnt. ported her helm and noated III all her pride of white canvas and radiant metal and fafhon1 and 9 half of shining bunting at her paas4bosd into Erith reach.
 Just as she cane abreast of T.abor,s Retreat a gun was fred. Tho v.l9ite powder s1noleeleeded the tailer,s lawn The thunder of tho ordnance snofe tbo ear of Joc Westlate, wi1o. tilaring his restrals and directing his eyes at s1o. per's villa, haWled cut: 'speter. tbat,s meant fyr 3.', uiy Tt! Down hellqaol i5lacEen a@ay tdfe and sfI! Pine all hands fer csi ions
 A sac@llt, aa ecared upon the lawn that siope%l from the tail ilar'B house. and ah4os3 as I9ed ws.s the shout that Wee l&ke deiiveIFil to all hands to look alive alld bring tl.o gens to Bear. ghe Tom Bowling was thrown into the wind aud brought to 6 stand abreast of LaBoI.'g Retreat. FlC54 took turn with fbo hein ard went to help at the guns, and III fcF minutes the three of q crew. Wlth Westaake continuously bawling out orders to bear 9 hand and load again, were actively engaged in firing blank it the enemy OH the lax2A.
 1t might Lave been that Afr. floDer and lis trieads were q little tipsy. It might have teen that they were irri= tated by their fege de ioie being interrupts cd and complicated go to speak, by the cutters artillery. It is certain that they continued t5 load and discharge their gus as s2st &s they could sponge them out, while from tic river the cut ter maintainsd rapid fire ct Labor's Retreat. In al evil moment, temper getting the better of Sloper's judgment he loaded one of his pieces with stones, and the gun was so well ained that on Joe Westlalle looking aloft he beheld his beautiful flag of q fathom and half in holes
 Fer some moments the old man-of wars man stood staring up at his wound ed flag, idle with wrath and astonish- ment. He then in a voice of thunder shouted: Plum = Robbins = Tuck! Dye see what that there fired little tail OTIS been and done? Why, junk me, if he ha'n't shot OUT eolof through! Boys, load with ball. Dye hear? Suffoeate me, but he shall have it back Quick, my hearts, and go for him!' With ocean alacrity some round shot were got dp, gun was fired point blank at Labor's Retreat and down came chimney stack, amid the cheers of the crew of the Tom Bowling
 ( T with our boat, lads and board 'em! Tommy, stay you here and let go the anchor, and i'll q very few minutes Plum and Robbins were pulling Joe Westlake ashore.
 Sloper and his party saw them com ing and n-anfully stood their ground. The three seamen, securing the boat, forced their way on to the lawn and marched up to the tailor and his friends.
 What do you mean by firing at my cutter?" roared old Joe.
 What do you mean by knocking down my chimneys?" cried the tailor, who was exceedingly pale.
 ''Who began it?'' bawled Joe. "Who fired first? Who's bin and made holes in that there flag of minel Why, that's the flag of q British sailor, you little withered thimbIe. you, and durn you, if you don make me instantly 8 humble apology and stump up with the cost of what you've injured, I'll skin youi' And he threw himself into q very men aciEg posture.
 At this point one Of the tailor's friends slunk off.
 My chimney stack is worth more than your twopenny flag, " shrieked Slo- ger, maddened even into some tempora- " emotion ef courage by the insults ot the old mm-of-war's man.
 "Say that again, will you?" said Joe. ''Just sneer at that there flag again, will you:"
 The tailor was idi0tic enough to re- peat the affront, OH which, and as though a perfect understanding as to what was 10 be done subsisted among the three sailors, old Joe, Plum and Robins fell upon Sloper, and lifting him ID ill their arms ran with him to the boat, into which they flung him, paying not the least heed whatever to 1 his cries for help and Tor mercy, ana instantly headed fer the cutter, leaving the tailor's friends white as milk and speechless with alarm near the cannon upon the lawn.
 When the boat reached the cutter, Plum jumped aboard and received little sloper from the hands of old Joe, mak- ing no more of the burden than had the tailor been q parcel, say, of coat and waisteoat or a pain of trousers. Old Joe then actively got over the rail. He lift ed the little main hatch, and Mir. Sloper was dropped into the space below, where the darkness was so great that he could not see, and where there was notnlnS to sit upon but Thames ballast.
 '.In boat Up anchor, and away with us, ? said Joe Nestlaie.
 Tho breeze was fresh, the cutter was always an excellent sailer, and i'll very sbo1,{ snace of time she was running