The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-02
7 I'm going to lay it before the

souls went e!pon the lineash and asked
foI guidance, and Capn Jacka after
awhile stree ched out his hand TO tie
sh" Il Tor Weslay's hymns. They always
pitched hymn together before going
to bed. When he'd got the book in his {
hand, he saw that 'twasn't Wesley at I
all, but another that he never studied !
from the day his Wife gave it to him.
because it was called the "Only Hymn
Book, and he said the name was as
good as lie. Hows' ever, he opened is
now and came slap on the hymn:
Though troubles assail aud dangers alright
If foes all should fail and foes all unite,
Yet one ding assures us, whatever betidc,
trust in all dangers the Lord will provide.
They sang it there and then to the
tune of 20 All That Pass BY, I" and the
very next morning Cap Jacka walked
down aud told Mn Job he was ready to
go for mate under young Dick Hewitt.
More than once the next week or two
he came near to repenting, for Cap'n
Dick was very loud about his promo
ton, especially at the Three Pilchards,
and When the Unity came round and
was fttin%-vcry slow, too, by reason
OF delay with her letters of marque--
he ordered Cap'n Jacka back and forth
like stave3ore's dog. There was to
be no nigh enough ON this lugger''-
that was the sort of talk, and oil and
rotten stone for tine very gun swivels
But Jaoka knew the fellow and even
admired the great figure and its loud
ways " He's cap'n anyhow, he told
his wife g Twon't be all fellows to
football while he's in command. And
I've seen him handle the Good Intent
under Hockin. -
Mrs Tackabird said nothing She
was busy making sausage and setting
down slug of butter for her mans use
on the voyage But he knew she would
be disappointed woman if he didn't
contrive in some honest way to turn
the tables on the company and their
new pet. For days together he went
about whistling Though troubles as
!, sail. and the very night before
, sailing as they sat quiet, one each side
of the hearth, he made the old woman
jump by saying all of a sudden, Goals
O. fire!'
"What dee mean by that?' she
asked.
Nothing. I was thinkin to myself,
and out it popped. .
: swell, It's like a Providence, for
till you said that I'd clean forgot the
. sitter for your cuddy fire. Mustn't
: waste cinders now that you're only
: mate. !"
Being a woman. she couldn't forego
that little dig, but she got up there and
,, then gave the old boy Kiss.
She wouldn t walk down to the quay,
>, though, next day to see him off, being
!. certain, she said, to lose her temper at
= the sight of Cap'n Dick carrying on
as big as bulls beef, not to mention
!, the sneering shareholders and their
: wives So Cap'n Jacka took his congees
: at his own door and turned half way
: down the street and waved a goodby
. with the cinder sitter. She used to say
!, afterward that this was Providence too.
= The Unity ran straight across until
:, she made Ushant light, and after cruis-
:. ing about couple of days in moderate
weather, it being the first week in
), April, Cap'n Dick laid her head east
= and began to nose up channel, keeping
= an easy little distance off the French
coast. You see, the channel was full Of
our ships and neut1als in those days,
which made fat work for the French
privateers, but the Trenches own YES
sells kept close over on their coast, and
even so the best our boys could expect
nine times out of ten when they'd
crossed over was to run against a
chasse- maree lodging between Cher
bourg and St. Malo or Morlaix with
naval stores or munitions CT war.
However, Cap'n Dick had very
good luck One morning about three
leagues N. W. of Roscoff what should
he see but French privateering craft
of about so tons new measurement,
with an English trader in tow, Lon
don brig, with cargo Of all sorts, that
had fallen behind her convoy and been
snapped up in midchannel. Cap'n
Dick had the weather gauge, as well as
the legs of the French chasse-maree.
She was about a league to leeward
when the morning lifted and he first
spied her. By Z o'clock he was close
and by had made himself master of
her and the prize, with the loss of two
j. men only and four wounded, the
Frenchman being short handed by rea-
t son of the crew he'd put into the brig
. to work her into Morlaix.
s This was first rate business. To begin
with, the brig (she was called the Mar
d tina Edwards of London) would yield a
g tidy little sum for salvage. The wind
being fair for Plymouth, Cap'n Dick
l. sent her into that port, her own captain
,e and crew working her, of course, and
80 Frenchmen on board in irons. And
g at Plymouth she arrived without any
mishap.
ID Then came the chasse-maree. She
k was called the Bean Pheasant (probably
l. Bienfaisant), an old craft and powerful
leaky, but she mounted 1G guns the
r. same as the Unity, and ought to have
is made better run from her, but, first,
she hadn't been able to make her mind
h.