The National tribune., 1902-01-30

that the thalute which shall be fred at
my funeral thall be by thothe men.
have written requetht to that effect to
Gen. Therman, which you will be good
enough to deliver, and with my compli-
menth, an6 altho to your thOn and hith
companionth the cOmplimenth and latht
requetht Of their old commander"
20, come off, Colonel. You're not GO
ing to die. You're all right-Only little
StOmach-ache.
The Colonel glared at him with as good
an assumption of his old haughtiness as
| his toOthless condition would admit
When | want any mere farmer-fel-
low'th opinion of my condition." he said.
Il thall athk it. Be good enough TO
withhold it until | DO. and in the mean
while attend to the duty l have atthigned
YOU
| The Colonel gave himself such a lib
cral dOuche of camphor and bay rum af-
| ter this effort that the air in the room
became Overwhelmingly nauscating 1t
seemed to the Deacon that all the painful
memories of all the sad, distressing sick
| rooms he had ever seen rushed at once
upon him with irresistible concentration.
/ His stomach could not stand it. He fed
to his old place by the bulwarks. and
| added the corned beef and cabbage to his
previous sacrifices to the waves
| OF course, it's enough to make Il dog
! sick 10 see Il grown man sleeping in a
white ni@ht-gown with ruffles, and deus
! ing himself with camphor, like Il hySter-
/ Icky wOman,' he excused himself. Its
| cost me my supper, any way. And |
never want to see anything to eat, until
| can get that smell of camphOr out of
my nose. Bah! \ tan-yard's roses to it
He felt unutterably weak now, and
| grew quite despOndent as the wind rose
on the approach TO Hatteras, and the yes
sci began to pitch more heavily His
thoughts reverted to buriaIs at sea. and
damp, briny graves where the hammer
headed sharks prowled amid the branch
ing coraIs.
After all, it makes little difference to
the Lord where we lie down to rest he
cOmmuned. His infinite wisdom can find
Everything is in being resigned to His
Will. and bearing our cross meekly."
Please, sir" said the cabn-boy, com
ing up, "Lieut.-Col. Dumgilkie is very
bad, and wants Won to come to his room
at once. if you will"
Tell old Dumgilkie to go to Halifax"
said the Deacon, savageIy. 1--WE smelt
the inside OF all the rooms l propose to-
I've no time for that old witcll-burner's
tantrums. ! want to be alone with my
Maker in my last hours. W-h-o-o-pI o.
waugh ~
He collapsed so utterly that the Mate.
with another man, took him down to his
room. The cabin-boy, while fixing the
things in the room, remarked:
The Old Man is awfulIy worried
They've seen some strange lights out
there, and the Cap'n's afeared that it's
rebel pirate running down to take u.s.
Wish he would" grOaned the Deacon.
wish he'd take US this minute I'd like
to see JEFF Davis and every rebel that's
alive just as sick as we are. It'd serve
'em just right"
There was no mistake about the storm
which now beat about ever-troubled Cane |
HatteraS. All that night and the next !
day the little transport battled with waves |
and winds that constantly threatened her |
destruction. The Deacon lay in his room !
in cOmatose state, little caring whether |
the vesSe! sank or not. Indeed. he rather |
!anGuidly preferred that she would sink, |
if that would bring him and her to rest
from the torturing shocks, jars and inccs-
SAINT pitching.
The next evening the storm seemed TO
have spent its force, and he began to have
little more interest in life. though the
odor of cooking food was still sickening.
He heard a noise as of distant thunder,
What's that. bub?" he weakly ones,
toned the cabin-boy. Are they firing
cannon to bring up our bOdies?"
No; were running through the feet
off Charleston, and that's the lombard
ment of the city"
I'D like to see it. I'd like to see EN-
sOc!sing it to the rebels" murmure1 fba
Deacon. But I don't think that any
thing less than Gabriels horn Il ever get
me out of this berth"
He sunk to sleep. but wakened early
the next morning, to find his sickness all
gone, but an intOierable weakness. The
ship was running as quietly and smoothly
as boat on the Wabash Canal. Aston
ished. he called to the boy:
Say, Bub. where are we?"
We're in the Savannah River, running
up to the city,"
The cook was getting breakfast, and the
smell of the coffee and meat was more
fragrant than that of any roses which
had ever breathed upon bright June
morning.
The Deacon got up and reached around
for his clothes. He was astonished to find ,