The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1901-12-07
A LIVE DOG SITTING ALONGSIDE OF HIM.

bit Of hurt Dye hear that? And l
give you fair warning that if any one of
you attacks his messmate or tries to rob
him of his rations, I'll shoot him as l
would any other wild beast
"The men, Hal Wescott included,
gave me hearty cheer, and promised
me implicit obedience.
Our first bit of luck was a heavy fall
Of rain, so rigging piece of sail cloth
in such a way as to catch as much
water as possible, proceeded to empty
the red wine, one bottle at a time, into
the sea and to fill it with water, cork it
it again securely and pack it away care
fully in the boats locker, upon which
took up my position.
"Now it was that great black
brute, Hal Wescott, first showed his
teeth, if may be permitted to express
myself so, and big white, sharp and
animal-like teeth they were, too. take
my word for it. When Wescott caught
the low gurgling sound of the wine as
| it spurted like rill of life into the sea,
strange look came over his broad,
bronze-colored face, his little pig eyes
glowed with wicked fire, his lips
twitched convulsively, and his huge
hands opened and shut with a snap in
the iron knuckles. He was like thirs-
ty beast suddenly reused by the trick
ling sound of water. could hear the
big fellows tongue fairly click between
his massive jaws as he watched my
movements.
when the time came for me to take
up the second bottle and uncork it
Wescott could hold his rebellious
in'ards no longer in control. With q
half scream, half groan, he burst out:
"'For Gods sake, captain, give me q
drink o that! Don't waste it! I'm
burnin' up inside; I'm all on fire, cap.
tain; swear am! l can't stand it,
captain! For the love of Heaven don't
say no! Just give me taste of it-just
taste"
II needn't tell You, sir, that even q
few mouthfuls of that wine would have
transformed the big mulatto into a
ficnd incarnate. Poured into his fast
ing stomach, it would have set stream
of fire in his blood and l wouldn't be
here to-day to tell you this story, for hi
would have Drained every mothers sor
of us, sure as fate. So in an instant
determined what course of action tx
pursue, and in that brief space of time
said my prayers, felt for my pisto
and bid Uncle Bob and you good-by.
silence, sir!' l roared, with all thu
strength l could muster, as l turned
upon the writing, twitching monster
whose face, already frightfully distort
cd with suffering, was now made still
more repulsive by ill-disguised rag,
which burned in his red eyes.
at took all my self-control to keel
my gaze riveted upon the man withou
tlinching, but was successful, and thu
mulatto crouched down in his corner
again like half-cowed, half-defian
tiger. Things went passably well nov
for a day or so. The men obeyed MI
cheerfully, and bore the pangs of hun
ger with wonderful calmness. KEEP
Wescott at the bow Of the boat SO
could have my eye upon him. Next Il
me was the steward-never strong
man and hence the first to sink silen
and lifeless in q heap on the bottom O
the boat
1--WE had now been washing about To-
three days. Hunger was beginning Il
give our faces that wild, haggard lool
that robs the human countenance of al
traces of q soul and leaves nothing be
hind but the duh, distrustful glare O
the animal.
'But thirst was the thing I mos
dreaded. In spite Of the few thimble