The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-06-11
HOODOO RUNS THIS BARK.
Misfortunes of an Italian Vessel That Sailed
with q Crew of Thirteen.

BANGOR. Me-. June o.-These are gloomy days
on board the Italian bark Salvatore. loading
Aroostook birch in the shape OF orange box
shocks at the High Head docks. The national
ensign flutters dejcctedly half way up the miz-
zen and oven the casual stroller along tho
waterfront notes that something out OF the
usual run prevails on board the Italian. There
are no monkeyshines Of the apprentice boys in
the rigging. with its accompanying chatter and
snatches OF Italian ballads. or an Italianized
rag-time melody picked up from the steve
dores. And when twilight settles over the
river and the lights of Brewer wink across
the Penobscot at the electric lights which
stretch down the Hanpden road. there is no
impromptu concert on the topgallant focastle.
with the stunning OF guitars and the squeak
Ing of concertinas. The motley crew of the
big British tramp lying astern blast their eyes
II they ever saw such glum set OF Dagoes.
When not moving listlessly about the decks
the sailors are in the dingy quarters in tho
deckhouse kneeling before the tiny plaster
statue OF the Virgin and uttering prayers
longer and more earnest than ever before.
while the pickering flame before the image was
never more carefully filed and trimmed. The
Salvatore is hoodooed-Jonahed there is prob
| ably some italian synonym for it.
Some time last winter the Salvatore sailed
from Sicily with a cargo of salt for the Bucks
port. Ne. fishing fleet. which would be waiting
for it before the bark could arrive even with
good luck. The last Of the cargo was on board
the matches battened down and the Salvatore
well under way toward Gibraltar when it was
| discovered that one OF the crew was missing
An Antonio or Beppo or some other had dis
appeared. 1t was too late to ship another
| man. and so It was that the Salvatore sailed
with thirteen souls on board which. Of course
was an order for the hoodoo In fact. tho
| hOOdOO was well slowed. and from Capt. JAG
| carino down to the cabin boy. Raraele Lardaro.
Out from the blue waters and sunny skies OF
the Mcd!tcrrannean. past the Rock and into the
h bsoS ana
NOT until the craft was within a few days sail
a small way all the time, for there were storms
which washed Off the hen coops and boat a
developed; there was an unexpected shortage
In water and little Raffaele. the cabin boy. took
sick; but the haodoo had more in store.
ookout repored a" light The ' Captain VH tune nno
bled out and after due deliberation pronounced
ordered by the h6oioo. sent the saya tore
drifting out to sea again. Twice, more did the
sht only to Be driven out again u The f next
time she was permitted to see one, Of Uncle
T yoE on Ss ht o s s
| which had hung over her she fetched Rock
land The CAPTAIN, might ,hoye, kept on to
| River. but with hoOdoo on board he lot well
| enough alone and hired n little tug to take him
up to Bucksport The towhoat Captain didn I
| know that tho bark had hoodoo on board or
he would never have undertaken the contract.
L., Suck sport harbor IL "A terror to Il stranger.
The tide-rips run in every direction at once.
| They eddyand whirl up river when they should
| be running down and set out from the dock
| whore they should bear in strong After try ing
| for some three hours to get the Salvatore into
| her dock, tho master OF tn" tug Sigunllcd the
| vessel to anchor in the stream. and sailed down
river with string q ana:hemasS Oh the whole
| race and tribe OF DaRo tubs. Finally a river
| tug for n sufficient pecunary consideration
| IN United states money docked tho craft.
more the, crew forgot their, troubles and
tho hoodoo disappeared. 1t was some
weeks before the cargo was landed in
the warehouse at Bucksport. and the bark
cargo to Italy, One day a tug came alongside
and with much Jabbering tho lines were cast
OF, and the crew waved a good-by to the town
and the cat, The ship cat was left behind
stroll along the waterfront looking for n nice
plump. Yankee. corn-fcd rat and in her alb
ssnce her home sailed of and left her. The
craft was half way up to Bangor before Il
ing. And then there were more lamenta
tons and more prayers to the Virgin tol
good luck and protection. To lose the
cat was a bad omen; but what could be expect
ed with thirteen souls on board The last
stroke came this week when little RafTaelC
died. The lit cabin boy from Meta, on his
first voyage, had sicEened on the way over
what when the ship reached port, hut he nov
sleeps in Mount Pleasant. the burial ground o
the Catholic dead Of Bangor.
board the Salvatore and the hoodoo is said t.
have been seen leaving the craft to get OF
board a bay coaster that shipped a returned
soldier as cook.