The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1898-11-27
CAPT, DICK AND
CAPT. JHCKH.
By A. T. CUTLER COUCH.
Copyright 1898, by A. T. ouiller Couch.)

ed the great figure and its loud ways.
Hes n capn. anyhow he told his
wife: "'twon't be all fellows to foot
bali while he's in command. And I've
seen him handle the Good Intent under
Hockin."
Mrs. Tackabird said nothing. She was
busy making sausages and setting down
A slug of butter for her mans use on
the VOYAGE. But he knew she would be
a disappointed woman If he didn't con-
trivc in some honest way TO turn the
tables on the company and their new pet.
For days together he went about whist
ling Tho troubles assail y N
and the very night before sailing. as
they sat quiet. one each side of the
hearth, he made the old woman jump
by saying all of sudden, Goals o
fire."
What dec mean by that's" she asked.
"Nothm'. was thinkn' to myself
and ont it popped"
well, it's like Il providence. For, till
You said that, I'll clean forgot the sitter
for your cutldy fire. Mustn't waste Gin
ders now that you're only a mate"
Being woman, she couldn't forego
that little dig; but she got up there and
then gave the old boy kiss.
She wouldn't walk down to the quay,
though, next day. to see him off. bcin-
certain (she said to lose her temper at
the sight of Capt. Dick carrying on his
big as bulls beef not to mention the
sneering shareholders and their wives.
SO Capt. Jacka took his congees at his
own door and turned halfway down the
street and waved goodby with the Gin
der sitter. She used to say afterward
that this was providence, too.
The Unity ran straight across until she
made Ushaht light, and, after cruising
about for couple of days in moderate
weather Gt being the first week in Aprin
Capt. Dick laid her head east and began
to nose up channel keeping an easy little
distance off the French coast. You sec.
the channel was full of our ships and
neutrals in those days, which made fat
work for the French privateers; but the
Trenches own vessels kept close over
on their coast, and even so the best oth
boys could expect, 8 times out of 10 when
they'd crossed over, was to run against
a chasse-maree lodging between Cher
bourg and ST. Malo or Morlaix with
naval stores or munitions of war.
However, Capt Dick had very good
luCh. OUc dbUut thlCt lNaSuNo
n. W. of Roscoff, what should he see
but French privateering craft of about
so tons lnew measurement, with an
English trader in iowa London brig,
with cargo of all sorts, that had fallen
behind her convoy and been snapped up
in mid-channel. Capt. Dick had the
weather gauge, as well as the legs of the
French chasse-maree. She was about y
league to leeward when the morning
lifted and he first spied her. BY { o'clock
he was close, and by 8 had made himself
master of her and the prize, with the
loss of two men only and four wounded,
the Frenchman being short-handed, by
reason of the crew he'd put into the brig
to work her into MorlaX.
This was first-rate business. To begin
with, the brig (she was called the MAJ
tina Edwards, of L)ndop). w"uld yield a
tidy little sum for salvage. The wine!
being fair for Plymouth, Capt. Dick sent
her into that port-her own captain and
crew working her, of course, and 80
Frenchmen on board in irons. And at
Plymouth she arrived without any mis-
hap.
Then came the chassemaree. She was
called the Bean Pheasant,* an old craft
(&Probably 'Bienfaisant,)
and powerful leaky; but she mounted 16
guns, the same as the Unity, and ought