The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-02

and crying to halolU qrllat acds the matter.
Cap'n Jacka could see the white line on
her and the ports quite plain, and not
two miles away.
What nation?" he bawled.
II can't make out as she carries any
fag-losh me, if there balm tanotherp'
Sure as I'm telling you, another frig-
ate there was, likewise standing down
toward them under easy canvas on the
same starboard tack mile astern, but
well to windward of the first.
Whatever they be, said Cap'n
Jacka, they're bound to head us off,
and they re bound to hail us. I go get
my tea" he said, for if they re
Frenchmen it's my last meal for months
to come"
So he fetched out his frying pan and
plenty sausages and fried away for dear
life, with butter, too, which was ruin
GUS waste He shared round the sau-
sages, two to each man, and kept the
Bean Pheasant to her course until the
leading frigate fred shot across her
bows and ran up the red, white and
blue, and then, knowing the worst, he
The long and short of it was that in
! side the hour the dozen Frenchmen
were free and Cap'n Jacza and his men
in their place, ironed hand and foot,
and the Bean Pheasant working back
to France again with q young gentle
man of the French navy aboard in com
mand of her.
But tits better be lucky born. they
say, than a rich mans son. By this
time it was blowing pretty well half a
gale from sou sou west and before mid
night proper gale The Bean Pleas
ant, being kept head to sea, took it
smack and smack on the breastbone,
which was her lealkiest spot and soon,
being down by the head, made shock
ing weather of it. Twas next door to
impossible to work the pump forward.
Toward 1 in the morning old Jacka
was rolling about up to his waist as he
sat and trying to comfort himself by
singing Though troubles assail, - when
the young French gentleman came run
ming with one of his Johnnies and
knocked the irons off the English boys
and told them to be brisk and help work
the pumps or the lugger-that was al
ready hove to-would go down under
them.
1sBut where be you going?" he sings
out, OF French to that effect, for Jacka
was moving aft toward the cuddy
there.
Jacka fetched up his best smuggling
French and answered: "This here lug
ger is going down. Any fool can see
that, as you re handling her. And I'm
going down on full stomach. -
With that he reached an arm into
the cuddy, where he'd stacked his pro-
visions that evening on top of the fry
ing pan. But the laboring of the ship
had knocked every thing there of a heap,
and instead of the frying pan he caught
hold of his wife's cinder sitter.
At that moment the Frenchman ran
up behind and caught him Il kick.
sCome out of that, you old villain, and
fall in at the after pump!' said he.
Jaw, very we'll. ;" said Jaclsa, turn
ing at once, for the cinder sitter had
given him bright idea, and he Went
right aft to his comrades. By this time
the, Frenchmen were busy getting the
first gun overheard.
They were so long that Jacl1a's boy:
had the after pump pretty we'll tt
themselves, and between spells ore OF
two ran and fetched buckets, making
out twas for eySg laling, and al
seemed to b. wor ,,e niggers. Blu
by a. ty out all together
with sne woesrl voice: s.Tne pump il
eli .sal IL Is4Gp Is chuclsed!''