The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1901-12-07
"JACkSON,"
The Story of a Sea Dog.
BY ~. chHRK RUSSELL.
Copyright 1890, by the Authors Alliance.

Robert Ridley is retired mariner.
He never rose to higher grade than
that of second mate, in which capacity
indeed he acted without a certificate,
having for the most part of his life
sailed in a species of Ship upon whose
commanders and officers the state makes
few or no demands in an educational
sense.
Robert Ridley, having on several oc-
casions served as second mate, and
once as an only mate, returned to his
earlier condition of able seaman, and
whilst still acting in that capacity quit
ted the ocean forever and settled down
as a gentleman ashore in a comfortabl
little cottage by the seaside. This
achievement of independence the popu-
lation of great maritime country will
not for an instant suppose was the re-
suit of his commercial prosperity as a
foremost hand. After Twenty years of
working like dog at sea, all that
Robert Ridley had to show in the shape
of effects was comprised in a small
sca-chest half full of clothes and Il suit
Of oilskins, with perhaps matter of
eight pounds lodged in post office saw
ings bank.
No My friend Bob Ridley gained an
independence not through old ocean
that most beggarly of callings--but
through an uncle who had been an
Italian warehouseman, and who left
the worthy fellow, to his establishment
and joy, the handsome sum Ito an able
seaman) of six Thousand pounds.
was recently in the town where Bob
Ridley lives, and spent an hour with
him. We smoked our pipes together,
drank to each other in glass of Hol-
land, and talked of the sea. He carried
me into his little garden, and with much
pride pointed to the various flowers and
to what he called his kitchen garden, a
considerable bed Of soil full of carrots,
cabbage and the like. At the extrem-
ity of his half-acre of land stood sum-
mer arbor, the fruits of his own skill
for he had been ships carpenter in his
day, and few men were smarter with
the chisel and the saw than he On
entering this building observeda little
wooden obelisk about three feet in
height erected in the center of it, On
the apex rested piece of carving in
wood, Of which could make neither
head nor tail Upon the body OF the
obelisk were carved the words:
I'm Memory Of JACKSON.
"Sunday morn, MDCCCLXXV."
At the hinder base of this queer little
structure was the model of wreck.
Many queer devices representing mer-
maids, the sun, anchors, hearts, and so
forth, were artfully chiseled on the
sides.
"Pray what have you here, Ridley?''
said l.
IA memorial" he answered.
GAY, that's clear enough. But what
sailor friend of yours lies buried here?'
mo sailor at ALL" he answered laugh.
ing. jackson was dog, and he, poor
beast, doesn't lie here, either. wish
he did. 1t would sometimes give my
mind a sort of satisfaction to feel that
his remains lay snug under this here
mark"
And what" cried I, peering at the
little bit Of carving on top of the obelislz
''is this?"
ut is the portrait of the half of yes
sells caboose, sir-of a vessel that was
lost on Sunday morning"
by the word ''caboose" he signifiet
galley, or the kitchen of little ship
could now make out that it was the
representation of the roof and portion
OF the sides of a cabOOse, as he called it
with hole atop for the reception of ;
chimney.
II see there is a yarn here" said I.
"Not much Of a yarn" he answered
lust the tale of n poor beast of a dog
that in course of time l got to love a
truly as if he'd been Christian MAJ
and a brother. That's where l fell il
with him." said he, pointing to tn,
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