The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1900-04-10

30 .ne nrst streak of day, coming on
WIN tropical rapidity, began to bright
~ me horizon and shed long, shiny
iippies on the sea, the canvas swelled
ou' the reef points began to patter
On 'ne taut bosom of every snow-white
san and the loose rigging was blown
out In graceful bends.
mere was fine breeze rising. the
wnlte water rippled under the fore
1901 oil the Eugene, and soon it boiled
IN foam as we sheeted home the top
sans and ran along the western shore
OF the mountain isle.
About the same time the Costa Rican
Orig which was at anchor nearer the
shore Ia smart craft she was, straight
IN the bends, and all black, save a yell
low streak), also got ready for sea
with great expedition, and worked out
OF the harbor; and when the hot sun,
winch erewhile had lit up the vast
continent of Africa to the east of us,
rose from the ocean, we saw her black
null and white canvas shining in his
morning rays about a mile astern.
You say, Marc, that craft is a Costa
Rican?" said Weston, doubtfully.
Yes, sir" replied Hislop.
"She may be; but she is also a Span
ish dealer in black cattle" said WEES
ton, who was looking at her through
a powerful double-barreled glass. 81
am certain if you could only see her
deck when she eareens bit, you would
make out the ring-bolts for lashing
the slaves to in fine weather"
AYE, and perhaps those of the car
ronades, too" added Hislop; "she
looks rather rakish."
you are just of my mind, sir" ad-
ded Tom Lambourne, who was at the
wheel. She'll see the Sharks Nose
and the Congo river before she sees
the Mosquito creeks or the hills of
Costa Rica; and have a shrewd no
ton that the pirates we escaped from
are part of her crew, if one may judge
from what Master Rodney, who knows
their lingo, overheard them say"
Except across the Peak of Teneriffe
where a cloud of white vapor floated
in mid-air like permanent cymar Oh
girdle, and above which some thou.
sand feet of the mighty cone lowered
into the blue immensely of space, mel
lowing from green and purple to {
faint gray tint, the sky was without {
cloud.
The waves danced and sparkled il
the morning sunshine, the fresh breez,
swept pleasantly over their whitening
tops and whistled through our rigging
as we ran along the shore with consid
cradle speed; and now our hearts bea
lightly. for the broad, free ocean wa
around us, and on clearing the dan
gerous rocks at Punta de Anaga b.
giving them a wide berth, we felt tn
heavier swell Of the Atlantic as W
brought the larboard tacks on board
and ran, close-hauled, on taut bow
line between the Isles of Teneriffe an
Palma, keeping the weatherage of tn
Costa Rican, and leaving her at tn
same time fast and far astern.
We had delightful run through tn
fertile Archipelago of the Fortunat
Isles, and, after clearing San JOSEF
found the wind coming more aft. Lon
after night had closed in and darkness
had enveloped all the sea and the Isl
of Teneriffe, the cone of the pea
shone redly in midair with the ligh
Of the sun that had set in the wester
waters of the Atlantic.
For the whole of that day we ha
run fast through the water, making a
least seven knots an hour off the log
line. but midnight came before we sa'
the last of the mighty Peak Of Adam