The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-03-17
che honeymoon Ship. By Morgan Robertson

cry meal thine forrard. and could only
pretend not TO hear il, and wish that
damn-foOl owner was along to regulate.
EN-. But I wouldn't have a rOW on
deck, TO break up the watch on duty,
and 1 told my two bueko mates TO stop
the first signs O trouble, even though
they had to use force. Now, that was
dangerous license to give such fellows,
for they'd hit woman as quick as a
man.
The steward was a. mild-mannered
old cOdger, who suffered badly, and
as he was aft most o. the time, he
didn't get well acquainted forrard. One
evening, at supper time. a big, strap
ping woman met him near the main
hatch and said:
I say. cheward, can ye gimme me
some Hep"
Now, she may have wanted coal oil
for the lamp down fOrrard, but the
steward didn't know but what she
wanted some of the olive oil he had in
his basket, so he said.
Observation-Disclosures k-k-k-kind do
you want2"
'D-d-d-d-on't We m-m-m mi mi-mike
gyme o me, We f-f-f-four-Iegged old b.
b-b-b-bumble bee" she said. squarin'
up to him. Him a lydy, Hi ham"
"J-j-j-just tell me -wha-what
you want" said the old man, backing
off, but she followed and smashed him
on the nose, and the cabin supper went
into the Scupp2rS. You see. the woman
suffered, too, when she got worked
up, and she thought the steward knew
It and was mockin' her
Well, along came Mr. Dunkherst from
forrard, jooSt as the big wOOman's hus-
! band came from the wheel. and the
I mate got between the woman and the
steward; but she was encouraged by
/ the sight of her man, and she soaked
1 the mate tween the eyes. Then he
! Knocked her down. and she lay kickin' .
/ on the deck. squallin' bloody murders'
and her husband went for the mate.
Then all hands came out o the fore
/ castle, and the second mate and I ran
/ torrard. and pretty soon there was a
general, all-round, catch-as- catch-can
cOtillion on that deck. Every one WIS
] in it but the man at the wheel and
/ while the men, to the last one. went
for the mates. the weemen sailed into
me- The mates got belayin' pins. bur
I. they were free for all, and the men GOT
EN-, too. Now, fifteen able Seamen can
take the tar out of any two buckoes
alive, and sixteen weemen can take
the good intentions out of any skipper
though l don't know to this day what
4 they had against me. 1 thought I was.
nShung for my life, and when 1 got
clear or them and aft TO the cabin I
was scratched and bitten and bleed
/ ing, and had hardly a rag o. clothes
/ left on me. 1 saw the two mates layin'
quiet on the deck, and the men standin'
over EN- Waitin' for one TO move so Z
]
weemen saw me come out with it, and
charged aft, but covered 'em and
swore I'd shoot the first one that made
a break, and they stopped. but 1 got
a tongue lashing that I'll never forget.
! They called me all the names that a
mad woman can think of and demand
/ ed to be put ashore
Well, I considered that it was the
only thing to do. Even though the
! mates were not dead, they'd have no
more influence or authority over the
crew, and there was likely to be worse
] trouble ahead il I went on. So I made
a condition of it. I said that if they'd
promise TO behave. and keep of the
! deck. I'd run back and land 'em. And
l did. 1 put into Cardiff and handed
/ the whole lot over to the police and
sent the mates to the hospital. Then L
4 wired to the owner to send another
| skipper or permission TO go on without
weemen- He did the first, and I went
I back TO Liverpool
And what did they do to the crew,
| Mr.. Becker?' asked, after a moments
silence.
Let 'em go. weemen and all. The
! mates got we'll. You can lick a bucko
but he's hard to kill"
| But that voyage couldn't have made
| you sour so on womankind, sir"
Partly" ne answered, slowly; Eyes,
| it was that voyage"
But your gir1-didn't she show Up
| different from that crowd2"
/ MY girl, ne answered. looking away
/ into the night; my girl had eIoped
with another man before I got into
/ Cardiff
| 1 said no more, for / could think OF
/ nothing to say. but L knew now what
/ had embittered him. He began pacing
! the bridge and so continued until mid
/ night, while I, deeply sorry for him.
/ and glad that I knew a brown-eyed
dimpled girl so different from those he
/ hal met, spent the time thinking of her
I wondering q 4
! that evening. have znce learned
she was getting married.
Copyright, 1901. by Morgan Robertson.)