Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-04-24

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boom and gan. Growl ye may. out work
ye must" said Ne. Toddt 10 them, es they
showed him their sores and cursed him for
a slave driver.
| The cook had found wild yams and
bread fruit. (which took the edge of the
[ salt Meat and the grog was faithfully
served three-tinies q day. But the .ext
day YRS Sunday, and they 1ppeshed 10 the
| religious and physiological law Of the world
for a days rest-which was denied them.
and IN the ensuing argument lost another
| Of their numbcr-Shorty II was-an'i they
dragged the carpenters tool chest I'D the
ksl-burysng shorty on the way, without
prayers-end returned for the two lower
yards. This job used up the day, and as
they tied up their wounds with rope yarns
and tar that night they talked with tho
cook shout poisoning the aft.rSuard The
cook refused. It Was unprofessiona1 and
he had no poison; but. as q result OF the
discussion. which was not whispered. Yank
Tate moved his goods and bedding into
the cabin. "For they're kinder dispieased,
cappen." he said, and very unreasonable.
and they might get into my shop when
I'm asleep and do sonethia' they'd be
In the morning they rugged shears over
| the bow Of the Junk (which, like the brig.
pointed down hilD, of the fore and main
yards. flashing tho upper ends and sinking
tho lower in socket holes In q couple OF
tenders At the shear-head they dashed
two three-fold blocks. each as large as
small trunk. and to q stump near the heel
| q roustabouf or heavy snatch block to take
the hauling part Of the eight-ineh hawser
they would use as q lifting tackle. The
lower blocks OF this tackle they were to Sc
cure to . shot Of anchor chain. which they
were to pass under the bow. And this was
Job at which their souls revoked, for
they were forced to burfow under the junk
with knives, as there were no spades in
the brig. II the Cinnamon possessed them
they made no sign. but hung over the rail
and guyed them in derisive pantomime.
They took turns at the muddy task, and
the mud dried on them. layer over layer;
for no time Was allowed them to clean up.
And as only four could work at a time at
this, the rest, after reeving OF the big
tackle, busted themselves in cutting down
palm trees and fiattening the trunks for
ways Cor railS), and in ripping up deck
cradles. This work was not done in day;
1t took several And they labored in the
hot sun. policed continually by the captain
or mate, leased by their sores and on
had been demolished In the wreck But at
last the holes were dug and the chain
passed under the bow, through the rings
of the lower blocks. and secured. Then
they hauled the 12-part tackle hand-taw
to palm tree, and cfapped a tackle to the
hauling part close to the shears. another
on the hauling part of this. and thus. luf
upon luff they quadrupled their power.
until, with five tackles rugged to five trees,
Capt. Swa<th decided that his men could
lift the bow Of a hundred-foot junk.
And they did. Under his singing OBJ
jurgations. backed by the fourished pistol.
they swung on the fall OF the last tackle.
shifting up when blocks came home. sweat
ing cuFstng and complaining. while the
painted eyes In the bow glared at them.
and two score Cinnamon grinned down on
them and added their weight. Up came
the bow-a Quarter-inch at heaVe-untH
high enough for Yank Tate to block up the
fOrefoot (she had no keeD with tenders
Then they Stacked her down on the blocks.
shifted the shears and the gear to the
stern, and repeated the operation.
With tine junk resting on blocks. the next
step was to build two cradles to fit the bot
tom. The men rugged the ways under
Yank Tate's supervision. while he himself
fashioned the cradles of the deck planks
and the halves of anchor stocks. which,
fiat sides down and cleated, were to rest
en- the ways With. a slack stern line out
to tree, they pulled on tackle leading
ahead. and the craft. amid the squeahng
of her crew, slid forward until brought up
by the hawser astsrn. This was encour-
aging, and for a moment the underlying
sailor instinct dominated, and the men
gave a rousing cheer. But when the next
step was given out-chopping down trees
and clearing away stumps-the sailor died
out Of them, and M. Todd remained up in
his watch below TO assist the captain in
clubbing them into obedience.
Capt. Swalth was 10th to shoot them.
recoSniziug that: there was more Of death
potential in Three bullets against fifteen
men (he cook had assumed an armed neu-
trality) than in one against thirteen. or
two against fourteen So the three bullets
were held In reserve, and Mr.. Todds asser-
ton that 'bne Handspike was worth a
dozen of emf wasfacted upon. And Yank
Tate fourished hts broad AK. and they
went to work. With aching heads and blue
spots on their several skins. and IN three
days had cleared a track half way to the
beach, where deep gully and q stretch of
swampy ground beyond sent them back for
Instructions. They received them. They
would trim off and sharpen the trunks of
the trees they had felled and as many more
as " ere needed: then. after the carpenter
had constructed a piIedriver, they would
sink two parallel lines OF piles to support
the ways to the solid ground beyond.
Capt. Swarth was asleep at this juncture.
and Mr.. Todd and the carpenter received
the assault. the one with a handspike. the