The herald., 1897-10-17

Among the small ports along the Pa
cific coast from Los Angeles to New
Westminster, and especially among
waterfront men. one of the best known
punchers is Larry Burke.
Larry admits readily that he has been
a member of the toughest crowd in
Sydney. Sydney was the place he
usually hailed from, but he had been all
over-that is, to all the places a rough
and tumble longshoreman and sailor is
likely to visit. He knew even the Bow
cry somewhat, and had picked up the
manner of speech of his class where
ever he went until it was extremely
| difficult to locate him by ear. His head
quarters were in Seattle for while,
and later he was runner for sailors
boarding-house in Port Townsend. He
looked about % years old and to weigh
40 pounds until one saw him stripped
for a little ego" Then one would gasp
at his proportions. He seemed twice as
large with his clothes off, and before a
strange audience he never could re-
press a chuckle as he threw aside his
robes.
Before Larry was very we'll known in
Seattle two confidence men, melted by
his genial features and open-hearted
manner, essayed to victimize him.
oddly enough, they failed.
| "Oi. Ter ear bout me an de two tin
,orns' down Por' Tow'sen'? Yer orter
bin erlong. say, yer'd laughed. Tad
ter laugh twict-once at der beginnin'
wen / tumbled ter der gayme, an den
agin wen l tuck in de chips.
Dew orter go off an eat damper in der
hush an drink tea. 'Erdin sheep S
wot's dey's good fer, not playin wild er
GENT as as travelled wild der Bottle
Gang in Sydney.
"Dese two blokes run agin me in de
Mug saloon one night Were was look
in fer er couple er blokes l wus goin'
ter run down ter Townsen Ter board
i'm master as wus goin' ter ship 'em ter
south Africa on a coaler. It's er dirty
trip an 'arder n 'ell ter git men ter
90 Usually we as ter fix 'em ter get
em aboard. an den dey never gets
ashore till de voyage is over. OATS
tree years on deep water. Fer coasters
it's different. We don't fix no one fer
coasters. Times too short. an, er cove
might get back at some'r US. we amt
takin chances. See?
BEGINNING THE GAME.
"Vell. I was blowin' de gang a little
fer a starter, givin' every one de glad,
happy face, but even Ole Bill benin de
bar was'n' onter me lay. I was 'er lit
file new ter Seattle, an 'adn't said MOTH
in to nobody but de sailors boardin'
house master I was gettin' de men fer.
I let on 1 was off 'er ship. which was
right, an had some stuff ter see de
town wild. an was goin' down ter Town
sen fer more later. 1 had me dough
dere. mostly, 1 tole 'em,-not straight
out. er course, but JUS lettin' de fac
slip out inherently.
II was all de time gettin' onter de
two coves and dey was sizin' me fer a
gilly. De blokes l was expectin' in
didn' show up. an I t'augh desc deuce
spots might do. Dey got me inter er
little game in er little room 'arf step
up as looks down over de bar, an / give
'em de merry face an played an drunk
ale, / amt so worse wild de cards me-
self, but didn't try nuttin'. 1 give de
guys er chanst an dey let me win. Dey
WASH in no hurry to gimme de ha-ha,
fer dere amt many good t'ings in town
now, an dey wanted ter be sure ter get
all dere wus.
"Dey give out dey bote 'ad frens in
T9Wnssp'' dey bad ter see, an IT, Ia Join