Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1897-12-10

bloomin' well sotless. My pore headi
Sleep, gentle sleep. Rock me-
"'Did YOU send this?' said the Cap'n,
when he was brought before him. The
Cap'n was tappin' a telegraph, and look
ing dark as--as--thc dOuble-botto1n.
"'I certainly sent one, sir says Sam,
and quite sober he was by this time, 1
can assure We.
":Read it, says the Cap'n. is that
| it?'
''The readin' on it was Blind drunk,
won't come. Yours respectful, NJ. \.
Calhoun
"'Yes, sir, that's it, says Sam. I guy
| it to the landlord of the Dog and Duck
| to send when my leaf was up, if I was
too drunk to send it myself. But it's
true, sir, it's quite true. 1 can bring
| witnesses to prove it,
''The Cap'n nearly choked hissclf. He
couldn't get out sufficient words at
once. Might he be persisted if ever he
met such internal cheek. he said. Any
fool would know it was true. TAX him
away. I'll apply for court-martial.'
Nov all this time Sam had been
putin on the injurcd-innocent look,
and he'd got it set.
"'But, SIR he damned off, you told
me to do it. You said. tell the truth and
shame the devil and I'll let you Off the
next time. And now I've done it, see
| what I git? That's trustfulness, that
isl And he pretended to turn to go
below with the johndy.
"A sort of recollection seemed to come
over Cap'n Bunson. His for'id begun
to unwrinkle from the up and down
strokes and started to wrinkle the other
way for a smile. But he smoothed his
face.
'''Come here. Cahoun,' he called.
Are you Scotchman?'
"'On'y Il Stamshaw Scotchman, sir
"'Oh, on'y Stamshaw Scotchman:
And what's that?'
Father, Scotch. Mother, Cockney.
Meself born in Stamshaw, sir
"I see. Well. Calhoun, you do honor
to your country
'''Wh;ch one, sir?' said Sam.
"'The country Of mefastitiscs,' he
says, meanin' Scotland. You'll over
reach yourself one day. my man. re-
member the occasion. Twas skarcastic.
and you think it's fine fun to carry on
the joke, do We? \ seaman must learn
that a officer can turn his jest to earnest
very sharp
81 wish you'd do it now, sir says
Sam, smart as anythink.
1.-THE Capn frowncd agin. He didn't
quite. see the point. He had to think
out to hisself. L promised to let him
off, in fun. lie takes it in earnest. I
take his earnest in earnest and start
out to run him in for a court-martial,
but he says he wishes I would turn my
joke to earnest, COS then I must let
him off. L believe the devils cornered
me-
'Sam said he sur1nised all this argu-
'nent was goin' on in the Cap'n's mind,
and when he jist said Remanded,' he
knoo he was safe.
t'The Cap'n sent for him next day to
his cabin.
Calhoun he said. I've decided to
be in earnest
"'Thank We, sir
give put you in my boats crew.
"Sam was took aback, fiat aback.
He'd never been pettcd before.
but I'm habitual leave, and
thorough bad chara' ter, SIR
"'You have been. But I'll give you a
clean sheet, Calhoun. You start afresh.'
l--my-eXcuse me, sir, my eyes is
weak and Sam drawed his sleeve
acrost his face.
''The Cap'n was lookin' through Sam
all this time he was tryin' not to leak.
When he sees he was bit manly agin',
Shake hands, my man, he says, and
they shook hearty.
For the future. SIR
"'No promises. Calhoun puts in the
Cap'n. Il won't have it. You are in
my boat. Don't disgrace me-
''That was Cap'n Bunson's way.
''When his cox'n was promoted to a
higher ratin', Sam Calhoun took the
billet, and so there you are. Now you
know Sam, and you will be able to
understand that for Cap'n Bunson he'd
GO through birthstone and treacle, to
put it mild.
well. now we comes to Egypt, and
the desert and the fight in the night.
You know the Naval Brigade was there,
a. course. Cap'n Bunson was there wild
it. and Sam, who follered him like
q shadder in every scrap, which was
right. AS Sam said: 'S'pose the Cap'n
captures the enemy in punches like
Nelson used to do, 1 must be there to
stack up the captured swordscs and
spearses, while he politely bows to the
riggers.'
Gut in this night fight the Cap'n got
lost somehow. You remember we was
drove back, formed up, broke again, re-
formed, each man plyin' his gun or his
cutlass wild all his might to keep his
own life. 1t was the most tremenjus
burnin' fiery furnace I've even bin in.
You couldn't see in the least what you
was a doin' of. seemed to hear, dreamy
between the hard work of cuttin' and
thrustin', Sam moanin'. that he'd lost
the Cap'n, and astin' everybody if they'd
seen him. And they all said MOI en-