The San Francisco call., 1898-03-06

queer little boat having on board very queer captain and as queer cargo, entered the Bay of San Fran cisco through the Golden Gate one sum- ny forenoon, and came to an anchor off Meiggs wharf. The customs officers and the quarantine authorities, when they went on board to ask questions, were told that the master of the yes sel was Sinbad the Sailor; that he came straight from Bagdad; that his cargo consisted of one large egg from Bas- dad, and that he came with his cargo all the way from Bagdad to find Si Kavanagh on Telegraph Hill, San Francisco.
 His boat, which was no larger than the lateen sailed fishing boats that are so common in San Francisco, was The Good Haroun Alraschid, and her nome port was Bagdad. An Arab had to De found to interpret what was said. He came with turban upon his head and to him Sinbad talked freely. Sinbads story was so queer that the Mayor thought that he should be sent up to the asylum at Napa, because he was insane. But the Arab who interpreted said that Sinbad was all right. So he was allowed to go about as he wished.
 He found Si Kavanagh on Telegraph Hill without much search, for all the boys and girls upon the hill knew Si. There was no boy who was more likely than was Si to receive a visit from Sim pad, for Si was always reading or talk ing about "The Arabian Nights" and believed that many of the stories were true that he read He did not seem a bit surprised when Sinbad found him. He shook hands, and unen, recollecting who Sinbad really was, and wishing to do the proper thing, made a salaam, until his forehead nearly touched the dust of the Filbert-street hill. At this Sinbad seemed much pleased.
 Sinbad and Si had many confidential talks. during three days. The upshot of this was that, working together, they managed to push the large egg to Sis fathers barn on the hill. The next day Sinbad disappeared as suddenly as he had first appeared.
 Si and all of his friends were watch ing as Sinbad hoisted his sails. The old mariner waved his right hand to Si, then suddenly seemed to remember something that, up to that time, he had forgotten. reached into a sack that lay in a locker and drew therefrom can- dlestick of rusty brass and threw it ashore. Then Sinbad and Sinbad's boat seemed to melt into the air. One glance at him was all that any of the Telegraph Hill boys and girls had. He did not sail aWay-he just vanished all at once.
 Sl O1Q not appear to De dSCOnlSneO. III fact he was not. He had read of just such happenings a hundred times, and he was glad that his boy and girl friends, who had always laughed at him, should see a real disappearance that was like magic.
 He noticed that they did not laugh at him on this occasion. He lost no time in going to the shore of the bay to get the candlestick that Sinbad had thrown ashore. He did not see it at he found it. The words sounded some thing like this:
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 Sis egg took up a large space in Sis barn. Si and Sinbad had put it on the side that abuts against Tom Kee- gan's big steam boiler. The heat from the boiler kept the egg warm. The people on the hill asked Si when he was going to invite all the town to have an omelet with him, but Si only smiled and kept his own counsel as to what he expected to do with the egg.
 I suspect that he told his mother. for she let him stay at home from school several weeks. His father did not know anything about this, only he