The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1897-02-19
NUMBER Z.


the sickest fellows you ever seed in
about two flips of the fiyin' jib''
Wall" said the captain, Il amt as
good liar as l wish was. but | CUES,
it'll be likely enough If truck fell
and smashed your jaw, OzariaS. frac-
tured your collar-bone and broke Rsru-
ais leg. eh?" And the skipper extend
ed a grin from his wrinkles
''Hain't that putting consid'able re-
sponsibility on one truck. cap'n?''
''Ther amt no telling what a truck
will do on a rampage" cheerfulIy re-
piled the captain.
Forthwith he bundled the tooth
achy Ozarias into his bunk and made
him wrap more elaborate bandageS
about his head and shoulders
Then he obliged Berual to remove
his trousers. and hastily but neatly he
strapped a bit of board upon the cooks
leg, bandaging it with strips from his
dishcloths-
I'D kind of like to know the nature
of nv complaint broke in Constant
Judkins, 80 that l can be practicin''
The captain pondered. Il suppose
might have your arm broken" h. said.
dubiouSly. "Eut one block couldn't
very well KNOCK out the whole crew
We've got to have little variety. for
them frog-eaters are suspicious cusses
Ever have yaller janders?'' he asked of
Judkins.
No"
We'll. ali you've got to do is to Law
still and haul your mouth down. I'll
daub on a little slush," and the captain
skilifully rubbed some OF the yellow
oil over the mates face.
Now look sick, all of You said the
captain as he prepared To 90 on deck
and receive the prize crew. It'll help
YOU to look sicker if You recollect that
the frog caters have u way of Sitting
wizens when they suspicion shenani-
gan
And nc left.
OF the Frt nchmen who came over the
rail none could talk English, and the
captain couldn't talk French. Yes, he
could-.Ie could say Bong shur,' but
he loftily forebore.
However, when the new arrivals
looked around suspiciouSly for the
crew, and unslung their carbines and
| appeared to apprehend ambush. the
| captain, with many waves of his hands
| and much ''we-ing," led two of The hve
| below with an air like a rooster gallant
| " conducting pullets to worm ban
| quet- In pantomime he explained the
sad plight he was in, and his crew
| groaned dolefully at the proper times.
| He tried To explain to the Frenchmen
| how glad he was they had COM and
taken the Hester at this time of danger
| The men didn't seem TO grasp that part
| of the story, however. But the captain
didn't care. The prize men were eyj-
| IDENTIFY thoroughly convinced tina: be-
low decks was just the hospital it
| claimed to be, and after much ineifect-
ual jargon and much gesuring they
made the captain understand that he
WAS to stay down and nurse his men.
| The captain was a good nurse He
must have worked the faith cure on his
devoted crew, for in the deep gloom OF
the dog watch three very determined
looking conValescents sneaked bare
footed at his heels as he wormed aft in
the shadow of the Hester's bulwark.
The night was made for the enter.
prise. Twas clouded, and from the
murk of the west a humming breeze
sung in the shrOuds and murmured
down out. of the hollows of the sails
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one pendulumed back a8d forward a
the head of the companionway- Another
was doubled up on coil of rope in the
lee of the house and the other two Nyer,
presumably below. All the men OF
deck were unarmed, for il wasn't to b'
supposed that they would lug about Al
arsenal to protect themselves agains
nautical invalids' home So Capt
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guard had little trouble in downing an'
tying all three before their surprise wa
over
The only casualty was when
sguirming Frenchman trod upon Rel
nails bare foot. In his anguish the COO
let out howl that started the two me
below on a rush for the deck The
bobbed out of the companion-hatch liz
two iacks-in-the-boN. saw the situatio
and as quickly jerked themselves hacl
They stayed harricasieSl in the cs,bi
| till the schooner came up into BriStI
harbor. - hours later. with bone !
her mouth and the foam bells tinklin
off her rudder. Capt Dichey would. /
the kindness of his heart, have fed Jh
garrison in his cabin on plum duIf an
salt horse: but every time he tried 1
explain his wishes through the cabi
window the poked their gunbarrelS :
him. The poor chaps evidently thougi
their companions had been made wa
with, and that the bluff-faced old ski
per was cajoling them TO a similar fat
What's your cargo. John, this trip
roared Job Brismon, from the wharf ;
lac waited to catch the line and fling
over a spliing-
Rum. molaSSes, sundrieS. al
Frenchmen.' shouted back the captain
land if you'll bear a hand with 4 plan
we'll unload the Frenchmen fust-"
And all Bristol fiocked down to fin
n sarcastic polly VOC" at Capt Jof
Dickey's unhappy caPtives.-Levisto
Journal.