The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1899-06-04

Kettle cast off her line, with her people
madly clammoring to be taken on board,
but as all they received for thelc pains
was abuse and coal Jumps, they were
presently driven to help in the savlng
work through sheer scare at being left
behind to drown.
The Flamingo's chief mate oversaw the
dangerous ferrying, and, though every
soul that was tranSShipped might be
said to have had ten narrow escapes
in transit over that piece of tossing wa
ter, luck and good SeamanShlp carried
the day, and none We're lost And on
the GrosSer Carl the second mate.
stronger man. brazenly took entire COM
mand. Il don't care red what your
official post was on this ship before
came" said the second ma re to several
indignant officers. You should have
held on to it when you had it. I'm
skipper here now by sheer right of con-
quest. and I'm going to stay on at that
till the blooming old ships burned out,
Turn to there and pass another batch
of these passengers into the boats.
Don't You spin any of them overheard.
either. or, by the Big Mischief, IL just
step down and teach You hardness.
The second mate was almost fainting
with the heat before he left the Gr0Sser
Carl, hut he insisted on being the last
man on board. and then guyed tne
whole performance with caustic gaiety
when he was dragged out Of the water
into which lie had been forced to Jump.
and was set to drain ON the floor graf
ingS of n boat.
The GrosSer Carl had fallen away be
fore the wind. and was spouting flame
from sternhead to poopstaH 10y the time
the last of the reScuerS and the rescued
were put on the Flamingo's deck. and
ON that travelworn steamboat We're
some 65O visitors that somehow or other
had to be provided for. They were still
five days steam away from port. ana
their official provision supply was only
calculated to last the FlamingO them
selves for little over thar time. 30
there was no sentiment waiting to see
the GroSSer Carl finally burn out ana
sink The boats were east adritt, as the
crews were too exhausted to hoist them
in. and the FIamingo's nose was turned
toward Liverpool. Pratt. the chief en-
gineer figured out TO half ton What
coal he had remaining, and set the pace
$50 rs to run in with empty bunNerS.
They were cold now, all hands, ami the
prospect of Semi-Starvatlon made them
regard their visitors less than ever III
the light of men and brothers.
But as it CHANGED. toward the evening
of next day. Il hurrying ocean grey
! hound overlook them in Her race from
New York toward the east, and the
bunting talked out loud sentences In
the commercial code from the wire
snan between the F'Iamingo'S masts.
When the liner drew mp alongside ana
stopped with reversed propellers, she
had a loaded boat ready swung out III
davits. which dropped in the water the
moment she had lost her way. Tie
bunting had told the pith of the tale.
When the two steamers bridges were
level, the liners captain touched his
cap. and a crowd Of well-dressed pas
sengers below him listened wonderingly.
Afternoon, captain. Got 'em ALL
Afternoon. captain. O, we didn't
lose any. But few drowned their slllT
selves before we started to shepherd
them"
What ship was it?'
The old Grosser Karl. She was
asten of her time. Much obliged to
you for the grub, captain. Wed have
been pretty hard pushed if we hadn't
met you. I'm sending you Il payment or
den.
The cases of food were transsnippcd
with frantic haste. and the boat re-
turned The greyhound leaped out into
her stride again the moment she bad
hooked ON, and shot ahead.
The voyage home was not one of OPP
pressive gaiety. The first-class passen-
gers. who We're crammed into The mar
now cabin, found the quarters uncom-
Portable. and the little shpmaster's man
ner repellant. The riffraff in the hold
plotted mischief amongst themselves
stole when the opportunity came to them
and when they gave the matter any con-
sideration at all decided that this fierce
little captain with the red torpedo
beard had taken them on board merely
to fulfill some selfish purpose Of his
own.
The Flamingo picked up the land
marks of the southern Irish coast, and
made her number to Lloyd's station on
Brow head, stood across for the nus
kar and so on up st. Georges channel
for Holyhead. She flew a pilot jack
there. and on Point Lynus picked up a
pilot
Well, pilot, what's the news?" said
Kettle as the man of marrow waters
swung himself up on to the bridge.
You are" said the pilot. he pa
pers are just full of you, captain, all OF
them. from the Shipping Telegraph to
the London Times. The Cunard boat
brought in the yarn. A pilot out of my
schooner took her up
How do they spell the name? Cut
tle?'
We'll. | think it's Katie mostly,
though one paper has it Kelly