The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-22
Copyright. 1896. by the Author. ]


treasure. There are ten male passenger
and five women. H.-she is chased by cut
ter, which puts on board James Murray. whC
wishes passage TO England. IlI.-A steame
follows. Police board the Queen TO arres
Murray, who is absconding with money. Muir
ray commits suicide. ". and VIII Il
discovered that the arm { of the Queer
has been robbed. VII and VIII. The cap
tain orders the rooms TO be searched, bu
nothing is found. TX and X.-Miss Msrgare
Mansel, passenger, overhears plot OF the
pirate ten TO seize the vessel She is gagged
and throwd overheard. NJ. XII ana MIL
The pirate ten seizedhe vessel and turn the
crew adrift in boat.
lCOA1INUED.l
With the NAKED sight it was easy to
see little figure ascend short height
of rigging and make fast flag. 1t
blew out more like distress signal than
the arrogant earnest Of triumph it was
intended TO be. The vessels were about
three-quartcrs Of mile off, and Boil
dock halted his brig with her topsails to
the mast to view that little picture of
passionate warfare Little it was and
beautiful, and memorable as "a midocean
sea fight, because of the toylike looks
the distance and the mighty breast on
which they were contending gave the
combatants.
The vessels continued to fire at each
other some time without any visible re-
suit. Their sails swelled, their glossy
sides blazed, they Unanswered round
and round each other, trimming their
canvas with gallant dexterity as they
okf thn; hoI, 90 t1o et~
Their guns somewhat becalmed the air
of the waters about them, and the re-
6ected light in their canvas was dashed
with the red flashes of their spoutlng
artillery. The bark's broadsides were
clearly very wildly aimed. The briggs,
on the other hand, were repeatedly seen
to take effect. The white chips flew out
OF the bark's black side. A good deal
of cut rigging hung loose about her,
like the pulled hair of woman in a
back alley scrimmage. Presently down
fell her main topsail with a rush to the
cap with such tug at the topgallant
sheets that the lighter yard and sail
above came down with it.
"Hurrah!" shouted the commander,
clapping his hands as though he was at
a theater, some whiskered faces on the
forecastle looking aft at him and grin.
ming with all their might at his demon
strative enjoyment. "Topsail halyards
shot away! What's he going to do now?
Almost had enough Of it, eh? Flash,
bang! Go it, little uu. He'll be YAM
kee. He's bound TO be q Ya.kee Who
but the Yankee has the spirit Of old
Bull? Oh, / do hate the Yankees for
beating us at sea, but | honor 'em for
their pluck, | have the deepest respect
for them rs sailors, and l love them as
the people who are designed by Provi.
dence to show humanity the road "
His lamenting voice had scarcely
ceased when the bark was seen to square
her foreyards ard to drift slowly away
before the wind from her little rakish
opponent, whose canvas fiuttered as
though she meant to follow, then to the
conquering note Of single gun, fired in
seeming scorn at the mangled bark, the
American coiors rose slowly to the try
sail gait end and then blew out. The
brig, her white breasts of canvas pant
ing as she family courtesied, came
rounding with lifting jibs and slightly
leaning heights toward the Wellesley.
Keep your topsail abackp' cried
Commander Boldock, almost apoplectic
with excitement "Hoist the ensign,
Mr.. Hardy"
He might be willing to relieve you
Of my men, sir, ;" said Mr.. Matthews.
mo, said the commander "We'll
keep them till we find if the Queens at
Halloran island. Shan't you want men
for herr"
True, answered Mr.. Matthews
with grave bow. Il had not thought
of that, J." and he added, II was think
ing of your larder, sir. "
II will fill up from the Queens
stores. IL not, there is plenty for ALL"
said Boldock. ''Here she comes How
swiftly she slides through it. Miss Man
sci, pray observe her charming entry,
the delicate curves aft and the eager
look of her with her hawse pipelike
nostrils and her jibs like-like the''-
But here the worthy fellow missed
stays in his imagery, and getting into
irons held his purple face turned in ST.
lence upon the coming brig, which in
800 hAA'O Z" wy DO""eiuA SiSht al STU
foated like shaft of light down upon
the Wellesley.
Her canvas was cotton white. It was
cut to hair. Here and there il had
been holed by the Mexican's shot, and
you saw stars of blue sky in the lightly
breathing milky softness. She was built
for speed, and her lofty raking heights
and great squareness of yards and man
of-war-like hoist of topsail along with
the low, level, clipper line of her, with
out an inch Of spring, without hair
breadth of sheer, forward or aft, made
Boldock think OF the Middle passage
and silently recall what naval men call
an "affair" in the redhot mouth Of an
African river sliding in measureless