The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1900-05-01


spired by some emotion of malios or
mischief. he alone was the culprit; aad
II not loud, their wrath was deep
against him.
These variations of IA compass set
the busy brain OF Marc Hislop to work,
and in a day or two he declared that
he had discovered a plan for prevent
Ing the repetition Of tricks so danger
GUS by insulating the needle SC as to
protect the compass from attractions
false or dangerous.
l am uncertain whether he perfected
this experiment. but Antonio soon
went to work another way; for one
day, when he was supposed to be busy
in the maintop, he shouted, stand
from underr" and ere Hislop, who was
just beneath, could give the usual re
Spouse, LET go!" a heavy marlinspike,
the same which had been found in the
pinnacle, slipped from the hand Of An
tonic and fell crashing through the
topgrating.
The iron bar --ashed into the deck
at the feet Of Hislop; whether this oc-
CURED by inadyertence or design we
knew not, but the Scotsman thought
the latter.
That r~ascally Spanish p~icaroon will
work us some serious mischief before
we overhaul u ground-tackle or see
the Cape" said Weston, who was en-
ragged by this new incident, and the
narrow escape Of Hislop, for whom he
had a great regard.
AYE, he has a hang-dog look about
him that l never liked" replied he
latter. HE seems to be always down
by the head, somehow. We should
have left him in his skif, just as we
found him, like a bear adrift on a graf
ing, or a pig in a washing tub"
On another occasion he injured Will
White, one OF the crew, by letting the
topmaul fall from the foretop, where
it usually lay, for driving home the hd
Of the mast.
His dreams again became a source OF
annoyance to all in the forecastle
hunks; and on being closely and Sc
verely questioned by Captain Weston
and the men as to whether he had
ever killed any one, by accident OF
otherwise, after being long badgered
be drew his ugly knife from its shark
skin sheath and replied sullenly;
"Only a Chinaman or so, when in
California"
, well, I wish you would clap {
stopper on your mouth when you &c
to sleep, or turn in out of earshot il
, a topgallant s%tudding sail-as far of
as you choose, and the further of th'
: better" said old Roberts, sulkily. aftel
=, the rawlings of the Cubano had KEEP
! him awake for several nights.
: "You seem to dream a great deal
: Antonio" said Weston, with a keeI
glance, beneath which the Spaniar'
: quailed,
Isl. Senior Capitano." he stammered
, How is this?"
7. 81 am very fond of Dreams" he re
II plied. with a bitter smile on his Ii
}, and a scowl in his dark eye.
Have you pleasant ones?"
, q cannot say that they are Away
so. but l should like to procure them.
IT shall l tell you how to do so!
y shipmate?"
to If you please, senor,' growled tt
9 Spaniard.
~ Go to sleep, if vol can, with thi
which is better than the formula
Il prayers, which at times o pay o.
m like the line running off a log rec"
And what is it you mean, MIC ca.
p itano?"
"A good conscience" replied Westo
a with a peculiar emphasis.
e A black seowl came over the Spa
es iard's swarthy visage, as he touch
re the rim OF his hat, darted a furio
d. glance at his chief accuser, the whit
to haired seaman Roberts, and to e
or The examination walked forward.
n ITO be continued.)