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

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~AIacgrigor Anstruther Calhoun, A. E.,
Was as cool card of the queens navee
AS ever reused the hard, Portsea,
Or Painted FONT.
But his soul was among the damned. w
hear.
Cos he took up rum and turned down
And frequent threw his inner gear
All out OF Joint.
"But Cox'n Macgrigor Calhoun, " c."
AsTHERE'S no doubt he's YER,
diff'rent character" observed
my friend Chatty Mather, n. f. But
we don't want to sit in this fog and
hear about it. There's 10 verses to that
hymn
So we went out. We had been to :
sing-song in rough house in Port
sea, and it was getting towards tina
time in the evening when hilarou:
spirits insist on using the table as &
platform and make grave attempts t.
dance hornpipes on the lnantelshelf.
but what's the song all about?''
asked. as we walked up Queen street
didn't I never tell ye about that
No? 1t starts here, too. This yer Mac
grigor Calhoun was in the Dool1c. layin
in the stream, when Cap'n Billy Bunson
hoisted his pennant on her. Fust central
leave after, Sandwich was the tally
Calhoun sailed under in that ship
didn't get back when he ought. He
was adrift 49H. hours. and then he al
rove aboard in waternan's boat, wild
one boot on, no cap, and a general tore
appearance He limbered up afore the
skipper the followin' Thursday, a
course.
whats this:' says the Cap'n
Broke your leave by over As hours
How's that?'
Missed me train, sir says Sam.
"'What hole of q place was you III
then, where they on'y runs one train i'll
two days?'
London. sir
'Master-at-Arms. how many trains
from London in day?' said the Cap'n,
turnin' to the johndy.
1.-The johndy looks en- up. Nearly
90, sir
Ibid you miss all the so, my MANI
"'On'y jist, sir. Hardly to be called
miss it wasn't A sort of Il noutcr,
tir. I should call it,
Indeed! Fourteen days ten A. and
stop his leave for a month, Master at
Arms
Very good, sir says the johndy.
But he's already habitual leave, sir,
(Only going ashore once in three
months.)
l., :,,:%
the beadle-whicfl is the same as a
johndy-spoke, and Sam took the op-
portunity to say he'd rather have cells
than 10 A.
The Cap'n looked him up and down
Tor mint or two. Well, my man. he
says, we don't know each other very
well yet, but 1 think we shall. OF all
the ilnpudent scoundrels I ever met
wild, you're the worst. You come
aboard in a filthy condition after a
drinking turnout. and tell lies about
missin' trains ('On'y jist, sir, whispers
Sam)-'and now you asst a favor! You
want to choose your punishment, ell
Why. if you told the truth I wouldn' t
give We any at all. All you men lie and
say you miss trains, and none of yol,
think of sendin' chit off explainin'
that you're dead drunk and can't come.
"'No, sir. Never struck me as any
good, SIR says Sam.
Exactly. And yet you all know
that 1 know what's the matter
Ives, sir
Try to tell the truth for the future.
then. And as you want cells, do seven
days of 'em in addition to the 10 A.
Sam done his cells meditatin' deep
all the time, and then done his 10 A
mournful. It's very wearin' is 10 A.
while cells is quiet and peaceful. In
10 \, when it's your watch below, you
clean brass or paint work. or holystone
decks, or take n rest for two or three
hours on the quarter deck, standin' at
attention facin' the patchwork, and
two yards from auythink to lean
against. You eat under the scntry's
eye land eat rapid, too, because your
times SHORTY sittin' On the cabIe-deck,
which is the windiest place in the ship.
It's Il fair torture of q punishment, al
though it don't sound hard in par
lament, where they asts about it some
times. Your grog's stopped in both
punishments, and you mustn't smoke, a.
course.
when Sam next got leave he done
the usual--bro]1e it. Instid Of him. a
telegraph come to the Cap'n. That
ruornin' the Cap'n was the most fero-
.cious on the defaultcrs / ever seen him.
lie gave 'em all the maxi'um punish
ment. He yapped at the officers: he
said there was court-Inartials still to be
had; he swore he'd have a hangin' at
the yardarm; or. as there wasn't any
on some ships, he'd put up wild Il
david.
I'VE was all in the dark. a course,
about what had upset him. We thought
his noolaids at breakfast was on'y war
Tanteds or cookers, and little thing
like that is quite enough to throw
post-cap'n out o. gear. / can tell We.
But when Sam arrove, G3 hours late, as
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