Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1898-04-01
PART V
MY SEA ADVENTURE.
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CHAPTER NXII.
HOW BEGAN MY SEA ADVENTURE.
There was no return of the mutineers
not so much as another shot out of
the woods. They had 'got their rations
we had the place to ourselves and
quiet time to overhaul the wounded and
get dinner. Squire and cooked out
side in spite of the danger, and even
outside we could hardly tell what we
were at, for the horror of the loud
groans that reached us from the doc
tors patients.
Out of the eight men who had fallen
in the action only three still breathed-
that one of the pirates who had been
shot at the loop-hole; Hunter, and
Capt. Smollett; and of these the first
two were as good as dead; the mutineer,
indeed, died under the doctors knife,
and Hunter, do whatwe could, never re-
covered consciousness in this world He
fingered all day, breathing loudly like
the old buccaneer at home in his APP
oplectic fit; but the bones of his chest
had been crushed by the blow, and his
skull fractured in falling, and some
time in the following night, without
sign or sound, he went to his Maker.
AS for the captain, his wounds were
grievous, indeed, but not dangerous.
No organ was fatally injured. Ander-
sons bail-for it was Job that shot him
first-had broken his shoulder-blade
and touched the lung, not badly; the
second had only torn and displaced
some muscles in the calf. He was sure
to recover, the doctor said, but, in the
meantime and for weeks TO come, he
must not walk or move his arm, nor SO
much as speak when he could help it.
My own accident cut across the
knuclles was feabite. DR.. Livesey
patched it up with plaster, and pulled
my ears for me into the bargain.
After dinner the squire and the doc
tor sat by the captains side awhile in
consultation; and whentthey had talked
to their hearts content, it being then
little past noon, the doctor took up his
hat and pistols, girt on a cutlass, put
the chart in his pocket, and with a
musket over his shoulder, crossed the
palisade on the north side, and set off
briskly through the trees.
Gray and / were sitting together at
the far end of the block-house, to be
out of earshot of our officers consult
ing; and Gray took his pipe out of his
mouth and fairly forgot to put it back
again, SO thunder-struck he was It this
occurrence.
.:'Why, in the name of Davy Jones'"
said he, sis DR.. Livesey mad?"
why, no." says I. "He's about the
last of this crew for that, take It,"
We'll, shipmate," said Gray, "mad
he may not be; but if he's not, mark my
words, am"
II take it," replied /, "the doctor has
his idea; and if am right, hes going
now to see Ben Gum"
%The mutineers We're soon only eight
in number, for the man shot by Mr..
Trelawney on board the schooner died
that same evening of his wound. But
this was, of course, not known till after
by the faithful party.
was right, as appeared later; but in
the meantime, The house being sitting
hot, and the little patch of sand inside
the palisade ablaze with midday sun,
! began to get another thought into my
head. which was not by any means so
right. What | began to do was to envy
the doctor, walking in the cool shadow
Of the woods. with the birds about him.
and the pleasant smell of the pines,
while sat grilling, with my clothes
stuck to the hot resin. and SO MueA