The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1898-05-26

handed her twenty dollars Cheap
enough at that" said Jack, and stroll
ed on. But when the church elders
heard of il they almost dropped dead
from mock modesty.
X Another feature in the. char
acter af sailor IL his humanity to
dumb animals. Though he may often
be seen ashore drunk and fighting,
he will never turn out poor old
faithful horse on public common to
die. He leaves such accursed inhu
manity to those who surfeit the guest
and starve his steed. When pushed
hard for fresh provisions on cruise
in the East Indies, we took our lines
and angled for the dolphin. One
was at last hooked and brought on
board AS this most beautiful fish of
the ocean was dying, | observed an
old sailor leaning over it and watch
ing it's spasms. As it's complexion
trembled through the successive
colors of the rainbow to the last one,
when death sets It's seal, a big tear
foated in the eye of the old tar. while
his lips half unconsciously murmured,
That's hard! What pity" We
had on board lamb, which became
quite pet with our crew, but from
a fracture of one of it's limbs by the
falling of Delaying pin, it became
necessary to kill it, but not sailor
who had played with it would touch a
morsel Of it's meat Eat, Tommy"
said an old sailor: Il would as soon
eat my own childw We have on
board good many pete. Among
them are carrier pigeons, dogs and
monkeys, Our sailors can manage
most everything but monkey. They
can never make anything ont OF that
mischievous caricature Of man.
Another feature in the character
of sailor is his resignation in death
He looks upon this dread event, come
at what time and in what shape it
may, as fixed dispensation Of Provi-
dence which he cannot alter. He re
CARDS it as the decision of power
which 1t would be idle to resist.
Hence he submits calmly and without
a murmur to the fearful issue. 1t
has been my melancholy lot to see
many sailors die. In South America
with the yellow fever, and in China
with the cholera. These diseases.
sufficiently terrific on land, are mex
pressibly more 50 within the confined
inclosure of man-of-war. Our sail
ors fell like the first drops of thun
der shower, but no word of fear or
complaint escaped the lips Of any.
Confined as all are to their
floating decks, they can only go over
the ships side. That hollow sound,
that plunge of the hammocked dead
into the deep, can be imagined by
those who have heard the coffin OF
loved companion mournfully rnmbl
ing into its untimely grave. But the
buried corpses of the sea come up
through the stagnant surface of the
ocean, and floating in spectral terror
around the devoted ship, constitute
an appalling climax Of horror which
landsmen can never know.
ANO SdIu udSo Iuoo VOL SNCl JOO
made on the decks of man of war
can rival in terrors the helplessness
and despair caused when the cholera,
yellow fever or East India dysentry
have invaded her. The battle and
breeze have exciting charms for the
robust sailor that reconcile him to
many of the evils of his lot. But in
scenes like those of sickness and
death, he sighs for the shore, and the
stoutest heart quails and feels that 1t
could murder the man who wrote
Life on the Ocean Wave"
That word home, with the thous
and quiet thoughts and endearing as
sociations which it brings with it, is
not known to the vocabulary of the
sea. We're strangers to enter your
home, turn out your mother and the
children, throw the furniture in the
street. swing hammocks in the
chambers, fill the parlors with arms
and munitions of war, narrow the
foundations to keel, nnroof the
walls, and set the whole rocking as If
An earth quake were under it, you
would have some conception of a sail
or's home. And then you might pos
sibly endure such a home, could your
mother and friends share 1t with you
There is nothing at sea like home
The sympathy which sanctiies the
domestic hearth is all unknown to
sailor. Those tender works which
flow from hearts allied. relieve not
his rough experience. There are no
hearts around him into which he can
pour the sorrows that oppress his
own. Although the fountain may be
there, and swelling up to its marble
curb, tears may not channel his rough
cheeks. His grief is confined within
him, as lightning in the isolated cloud.
1t shonld be remembered that the
most of what is endured by sailors III
ures to the benefit of his species. The
whole world shares in the fruits Of his
sufferings. The light of the sun is
scarcely more universal than the be-
netits which flow from his enterprise.
To his hardships you are indebted
for most of the elegances and FOR
many of the substantial comforts of
life. He is the only being who puts
his life at peril to bring to your hearth
the products of other climes, and ia
brics of other lands And but for the
same daring enterprise of the sailor,
those who 81. safely under the shadow
OF thu American tree Of liberty, might
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