The National tribune., 1896-10-01

Signal Officer is making some brilliant
efforts. In fact, he is making new code of
his own. Do you know him, Mr.. Kelley ?"
Know him, is it? Faith, do; it's
O'Brien in new role. A good sailor come
into the navy through the hause-hole and is
walking back to cabin. A Sailing master,
second in command of the Ella. Watch
what he says"
!" His flag says now, there is powder aboard,
or he is taking powder in"
"Why, yes; there is danger in coming
near him." said the Lieutenant.
whats bent on now?"
"Three water-buckets."
"Tell him you understand; all's right. /
wish them pleasure of their recapturen
In 25 minutes boats put off from the
Chesapeake loaded with English seamen,
pulling for the nearest ship of their feet,
and before their crews were transferred the
Chesapeake plunged bow under and disap-
peared, and so fathoms of water covered the
| remains of the privateer.
| Slowly we steamed northward, gradually
encircled by the English feet, whose move
! ments compelled admiration from their
mathematical accuracy, and justified their
boast that England owed her supremacy on
the ocean to the combined action of her iu-
dividual war-ships in squadron of fleets
| rather than the particular actions of single
vessels acting alone, as the war of 1925
proved to our satisfaction and their NORTH
cation.
The noble barbor of Halifax was reached
land-locked bay, surrounded with hills,
| each crowned with formidable batteries a
menace and threat combined to the United
States and no Others. After boats had passed
between our vessel and the flagship of the
British, our cutter was called away, and the
Executive Officer started for shore dressed in
| the full uniform of the United States Navy.
At the landing there was an escort of
| dragons and two or three companies of in
! faniry 10 escort us. 1t was well for us it was
so, as immediate actions proved.
A dense mob had congregated at the land
ing to show rs British fair play. At sight of
| the flag in the stern of the cutter, howl
went up-"Pull down your bloody rag,
you - Yankees. Hurrah for JEFF Davis and
the Southern Confederacy!" Epithets and
nything haunting that entered their
minds were given 10 us freely, and must
acknowledge our language in reply was
anything but conciliatory. The Lieutenant
started to the citadel under the protection
of the dragons. When the Eorsemen left
the scene the mob pressed around the flank
|
| tated by Jack Deane, an Irish American
] sailor, who pulled stroke in our boat. A
| frozen cat was hurled into our boat, hitting
a man in the face. Deane was on the land
ing in a second, and striking the blue-nose
with full force of his two hundred and odd
pounds, felled him as if he were shot. His
blood was up, and at the front of them he
went. Not alone however. Our pea-iackets
were flung on the thwarts of the boat. 13
| American man. of-war's-meB went into action
and the little Midshipman held the boat and
encouraged us by voice and gesture.
The end of the mob was swept back
around the flank of the red-coats by our
onslaught, and Bill Gardner, our Coxswain
gave the word: To your boat, boys!" Az
we went back we met the MILDLY, who in
formed us that two men in skiff cut the
painter which held our cutter, and she was
adrift "Fosdick, jump in and bring her.
A plunge in the icy water, and the Kenne-
bunker, as his messmates called him, over.
took the boat, climbed on the gunwale, and
running out an oar astern, commenced scull-
ing the boat back to the wharf. The mob
by this time had got their wind, and Their
yells were fierce. To be beat back by the
"blarsted Yankees - was horrible. Missile.
were thrown over the heads of the soldiers
at Us, who stood like statues leaning or
their bayonets Their officers were walking
along their rear, when one of them came Il
us and said: "Stand fast, men! Don't give an
inch; we have 200 men of the 18th Royal Irish
here, that won't let countryman be kilt
They had recognized Deane's accent as h<
jumped from the boat or it would have
gone hard with us at the finish.
Here they come, and with q rush they
made 10 run down the soldiers ard drive M
into the bay. "Unfix bayonets; use the
butts on them! Steady. men," said tht
officer in command, . bronzed, weather
beaten man, with cross on his breast. We
!, had nothing to do but 70 look on. The thiI