Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-06-10
''I'll have no favorites on my ship"
Iassure you was quite of the squire'a
way of thinking, and hated the captain
deeply.
CHAPTER x.
THE VOYAGE.

ouSlAC SStGAHS luluSS StO"eO al CACAA
place, and boatfuls of the squire's
friends, Mr.. Blandly and the like. COM
ing off to wish him good voyage and
safe return. We never had night
at the Admiral Benbow when l had
half the work; and was dog-tired
when. little before dawn, the boat
swain sounded his pipe, and the crew
began to man the capstan-bars. might
have been twice as weary, yet would
not have left the deck; all was so new
and Interesting to me-thc brief COM
mands, the shrill notes of the whistle.
the men bustling to their places in
the glimmer of the ships lanterns.
"Now, Barbecue. tip US stave,"
cried one voice.
1.-THE old one," cried another.
"Ay, ay. mates" said Long John,
who was standing by, with his crutch
under his arm, and at once broke out
in the air and words knew so we'll:
Fifteen men on the dead mans chest"
And then the whole crew bore Choir
us:
'Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!'
And at the third ''ho!" drove the bars
before them with will.
Even at that exciting moment it car
ried me back to the old Admiral Ben
bow in second; and seemed to hear
the voice of the captain piping in the
chorus. But soon the anchor was short
up; soon it was hanging dripping at
<bo lo 1e-1 r. Il
and the land and shipping to fit by on
either side; and before could lie down
to snatch an hour of slumber the His
PAMELA" had begun her voyage to the
Isle of Treasure.
am not going to relate the voy-
age in detail. 1t was fairly prosperous.
The ship proved to be good ship. the
crew were capable seamen, and the
captain thoroughly understood his
business. But before we came the
length of Treasure Island. two or three
things had happened which require to
be known.
Mr.. Arrow, first of all. turned out
even worse than the captain had feared.
He had no command among the men,
and people did what they pleased with
him. But that was by no means the
worst of it; for after day or two at
sea he began to appear on deck with
hazy eye, red cheeks, suffering tongue,
and other marks of drunkenness. Time
after time he was ordered below in dis
grace. Sometimes he fell and cut him
self; sometimes he lay all day long
in his little bunk at one side of the
companion; sometimes for day or
two he would be almost sober and at
tend to his work at least passably.
In the meantime, we could never
make out where he got the drink. That
was the ships mystery. Watch him as
we pleased, we could do nothing to solve
it; and when we asked him to his face,
he would only laugh, if he were drunk,
and if he were sober, deny solemnly
that he ever tasted anything but
water.
He was not only useless as an officer,
and bad influence amongst the men,
but it was plain that at this rate he
must soon kill himself outright; so
nobody was much surprised, nor very
sorry, when one dark night, with a
head sea, he disappeared entirely and
was seen no more.
"Overboard!" said the captain. "Well,
gentlemen, that saves the trouble Of
putting him in irons"
But there we were, withou: mate,
and it was necessary, of course, to ad-
vance one of the men. The boatswain,
Job Anderson, was the likeliest man
aboard, and, though he kept his old
title, he served in way as mate. Mr..
Trelawney had followed the sea, and
his knowledge made him very useful,
for he often took a watch himself in
easy weather. And the cockswain, Is
rael Hands, was careful, willy. old, ex-
perienced seaman, who could be trusted
at pinch with almost anything.
He was a great confidant of Long
John Silver, and SO the mention of his
name leads me on to speak of our ships
cook, Barbecue, as the men called him.
Aboard ship he carried his crutch by
lanyard round his neck, to have both
hands as free as possible. It was some
thing to see him wedge the foot of the
crutch against bulkhead, and, propped
against it, yielding to every movement
Of the ship, get on withhis cooking like
some one safe ashore. Still more
strange was it to see him in the heaviest
of weather cross the deck. He had a
line or two rugged up to help him across
the widest spaces-Long Johns ear
rings, they were called; and he would
hand himself from one place to another,
now using the crutch, now trailing it
alongside by the lanyard, as quickly as
another man could walk. Yet some Of
the men who had sailed with him before
expressed their pity to see him so re-
duced.
Hes no common man, Barbecue"
said the cockswain to me. "He had
good schooling in his young days, and
can speak like book when so minded;
and brave-lion's nothing alongside of
Long John! see him grapple four and
knock their heads together-him I'M
armed"
All of the crew respected and even
obeyed him. He had way of talking
to each and doing everybody some par
ticular service. To me he was IN
weariedly kind. and always glad to see
me in the galley, which he kept as clean
as new pin; the dishes hanging up
FURNISHED and his parrot in a cage in
the corner.
"Come away, Hawkins" he would
say; "come and have yarn with John.
Nobody more welcome than yourself. my
son. Sit you down and hear the news.
Here's Cap'n Flint calls my parrot
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