Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-02-09

And Scott! he would. know them.
 Shoot anything that comes out of the stoke hole said the old man, and Mac slid along whistling soft and quiet to his station. Yes. that was it, Annie Laurie;' but it wasn't for her he laid him down and died. Poor Mac! he got sand-bagged at New Orleans over q chit of Yankee girl not fit to black his boots
 "Fhe old man grabbed me by the arm. Look here,' he said. pointing out three sails wallowing along between us and the moon. That's the little game your friends below are after. Their friends are coming to join in. And. by thunder, so is our stem!' He turned on the chief mate like flash. You jump down with Mac into the stolle-hole, and make every pig-tailed heather stoke her up to the blow-off. Wipe 'em out if they've any lip. scoot!'
 He was tramping up and own like a terror. 1 never dreamt that man with wife and family could hava looked such demon.
 1DNti hS VI AI1 tO 1llCs .II1iiB DCiQha and don't let the engines move a hands breadth till ring her. Then let her rip.'
 T only went below the skylight and told the chief from there; l didn't care to pass that thing on the platform again. And besides, I wanted to seq what was going to happens I was al fhR ittJ1,r, I-o 2 J<r.,. l stayed looking out. The steamer was waliowing in the trough like lame duck. All the crew had turned out for, ward after fixing up the turned-in China fireman. The three innks came on isl a line abreast down the wind There was a heathenish feeling about everything red, lop=sided moon making big crawly snake on the oily water; the three junks siding along, and us laid silent. There were three things I remembers; the slap of the water under our stern; the rattle of the junks' sails Tapping against their masts, and our old mans fist; he was pounding time on the rail. Then she began to blow off.
 All at once he roared out: Port, hard a-port!' and rang her full speed, and we began to move. Lord! in three minutes We had got our pace.
 "The junks had turned after HIS at first, but they seemed to guess some thing was wrong, for one sheered off Presently we'd done the half-circle and headed stem on to the other two. Then l reckon they realized. The first broke outinto lightsan shouts; shewas right under our bows, and you could hear Ter split like dry frewood. Her big battened mainsail rattled on our foc'sle head like a shower of canes. The sea itself seemed to yell all round us as we steamed through the cargo of drowning pirates. l looked over the rail; we'd hit the other and smashed one side off, and, as we pranced by, I saw her men sliding off her deck like a split cartload of turnips as she heeled over. Her masts caught our after boat and tore it away. Then she beam ended and slumped. After hitting the first junk, the old man had been tramp ing up and down the deck like mad fellow. The third junk had got some distance away, but it was no use; after her we went, our old man roaring and shaking his fist at her; then all at once he quieted, and conned Us like Thames steamboat skipper. And we hit that junk clean in the stern, and rode over her from end to end T. was sickening to see the struggling in our wake; I ran and asked him if we weren't going to save some of them. He knocked me clean off my feet. l was silly for more than ten minutes, and when I pulled together we were still running ahead.
 My chief was binding up my head, and the old man was staring astern. All at once he screamed: Lord, what have l done!' and chucked up his arms and fell back. He never spoke more, but went out next morning. We made the heathens stoke us back to Hong Kong-and jail. I went to hospital completely knocked over.
 You know Aberdeen? Yes, well you know that old house against the town hatt-an eating house; his widow keeps that show, and if ever you're stuck up say as you know one who sailed with him. And if you're lush"
 G. HAwLEY.