The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-09
COPYRIGHT. 1895. By m, auraos.

on one hand, with one central table and
line OF lockers for seats. Upon the
table lay chart, which the half naked
man went up to. He passed his fingers
through his hair, and, looking round at
Mr.. Poole, who now fearlessly stood
close, he put his forefnger upon the
chart and exclaimed in his harsh. al
most Kissing accents:
us this or Is this not the situation of
this vessel?''
Mr.. Poole bent his head and perceiy-
ed that it was chart of the North sea.
Never mind about the ships place.
said he soothingly. "Are there more of
you? My vessel waits for us.
why don't you answer me?" ex-
claimed the mailman, STOPPING his face
close to the spot his finger still rested
upon. "All yesterday was trying to
ind itout. The latitude and longitude's
wrong. Can't fix "a ships situation on
a chart as well as another? IN pit my
whole stock Of blood against any mans
as a navigator. No sun to take, for it
was dark all last night. And when
there is sun he spins like Tyneside
grindstone round the horizon. Oh, it
makes me sweatp' he cried, fetching
his naked chest slap that made Mr..
Poole skip pace or two clear of him.
''Let me deal with him, SIR" said
the sailor, whispering hoarsely into the
second mates ear. "I've got brother
lin-law that's locked up. You must match
:artfulness with artfulness along with
lthe likes of this I"
"Shove ahead, them" said Mr.. Poole.
beg pardon. I'm sure" said the sea-
imam, stepping to the mans side. "but
let me see." Here he thrust his nose at
the chart. 1t was hundred to one If
he could read. "Wby. of counsel This,
to be sure, must be the vessels sittiva-
ton. The mailman listened with face
of teeth and hair that might have ex-
pressed satisfaction or conviction had
he been sane. "But I must tell you, :"
continued the sailor, "there's an old
sailor called Captain Benson close
aboard who'll be happy, I'm sure, to
compare his charts with yourn. Sup
pose you come and have talk with
him.
suspiciously He looked up through the
little skylight, round the cabin, then at
his naked trunk, which he on a sudden
Rugged with a maiden's modesty.
where shall / find your clothes?"
said the second mate
The r,cdman took no notice. He
pointed again at the chart, and looking
at the seaman said:
''Does the old gentleman know any
thing about nsvigation?"
"Know? Why, he can tell where he
is by the sun arter she'sset. A lonesome
star of thick night will put him with
in hinch of his true place. The had
miralty have offered him pounds week
to navigate their fleets. but he don't
like the notion of wearing uniform. !"
The wretch made crazy nod which
made his smile terrific. Mr.. Poole pulled
off his coat and buttoned it over the
shoulders Of the mailman. While this
was doing he said to the seaman: Look
into these cabins while 1 get this man
to the boat. Come along, sir" said he
blandly, "and l will introduce you to
the old gentleman.
"Without my chart?" shrieked the
mailman.
The second mate rolled the North sea
ND and fixed it as telescope under the
poor fellows arm.
The Queen lay close in with the
wreck, and what passed aboard was
quite easily visible to the naked eyes OF
the passengers. There had been life, then,
in that derelict, and one poor human
sufferer was to be delivered from hor-
rible death. Yonder dismasted fabric,
swaying in the flash of the brine, with
now lift of green sheathing and now
q dip of painted ports, takes the tragic
and thrilling significance of human sui
fering itself from the spectacle OF one
man as he is handed into the boat. -four
fishing his naked arms and talking and
hallooing to the ship.
"Did not you promise that we should
meet with DO more horrors, captain!
said Mrs. Peacock to old Benson.
The commander wiped his weather
discolored face with red pocket hand
kerchief. big as small ensign, and an
swered, "There can be no horror In the
saving of mans life, ma'am T"
"He is madl' exclaimed Mrs. Pea
cock, watching the man as he approach
ed the boat.
81 cannot help it," answered Captain
Benson.
Good Giddensl' murmured johnson
TO Burn, catching the special point OF
the incident with discernment worthy
of a loftier mind. cit would just be
that pendulum swaying that would
craze me. See how YEARLY and regu-
Iarly she rolls, but without way. Ii
would work the wits loose in the brain.
They would pitch from side to side like
shifting ballast, and the continual ham
mering of them upon the skull, first OH
this side, then on that, would set me
grinning and raving just like yonder
coon in a very few hours. F"
'He would be nearly naked, SAID
Mr.. Burn in his oozy voice, but Tor
the mates coat Why should a man