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mendations; 40 have the sfrankfurters, "
which are sailed by Germans, OF course.
though II may be under the British fac
Only the Yankee merchantmen are o,hte
abominable. They are not restrained by
the law. The Turks are not 40 bad.
they may be unsea worthy, but how pictur-
esque they are. with. their men in feszee
and sashes and wide breeches! They have
hearts IN their bosoms. have the Turks;
ana you faint at the pumps there Is coffee,
and gin, as well to restore you. The story
OF the Balkan here will excite the readers
interest. She was Of 1000 tons burden, Eng
fish made, old, abandoned, long idle in the
mud, and she cost the Turks only e4Oo.
She might have gone down in the Bay of
biscay. but the storm mercifully subsidized.
There was reception on the Balkan, with
Chinese lanterns and string music, at
Raglsa
Il say. Mister, beg pardon for inter-
ruptin We. but are you really from Frisco?"
such was the inquiry addressed to Mr.
Sonnichsen as he oonversed in the lantern
light with a pretty girl, with a start.
says Mr.. Sonnichsen, Il turned and be-
held him who had spoken-a tall, black
mustached man, dressed In native costume,
red, gold-embroidered fex. short skirt and
broad yellow sash through which was
stuck a carved ivory handled sword or
long knife" To Mr.. Sonnichsen's inquiries
he replied: u belong here. but lived
seventeen years in and around Frisco.
and it's an albright place I'd "a stayed
there II It hadn't been for my old woman;
she's too old to take up with our ways out
there. so came home 10 keep her and the
kids company"
Mr.. Sonnichsen much as he had sailed,
was surprised but 1t shows the sweep OF
the influence Of the Yankee nation. This
Ragusan continued: y worked in the
Pennsylvania coal mines first. in the early
los, but later went out to California and
started a saloon and made good money.
Then l prospected some and did better, 10
now | am well fixed Well, how in old
Frisco, anyhow? It's three years since
l left there. Is old Phelan Mayor still?
/ voted for him"
Fancy hearing this from q man in fez.
with a dirk in his belt, on the shores Of the
Adriatic. 1t is no more remarkable and no
less probable than other passages in the
story. There was Bob, the English sailor,
who had begun by visiting the ends OF the
earth. who had then qualified himself for
a lawyer. and had run away from the law
and from girl who was desirable, all at
the age Of "a. In the words OF Bob, speak
ing Of his experience in love and In the law:
Il couldn't stick it out. / wasn't happy
q moment during all that time A longing.
undefnable yet horrible, seemed TO con-
sumo my very vitals. ! can't describe 1t
any better than as the horror Of knowing
what viii happen tomorrow and the day
after. My God, ! suffered, but hung on
for her sake. One day took trip to the
seaside. and saw big four master. out
ward bound, beating out channel. That
settled me. Next day was down at Liver
pool and shipped in an old Swansea bark
for Valparaiso .+..'
The spirit Of unrest. 1t seizes upon all
kinds Of people; II their hearts are sturdy
enough they respond to it. and 1t accounts
doubtless for what is told here OF the sailor
world. Who has described this world
accurately? We think frst Of Clark Rus
sell. and Of the wonders that be has
crowded upon US. It is said here that he IL
not a favorite OF the people OF whom no
writes. They do not find him true to his
subject and we have often thought our.
selves that he was led astray by his own
eloquence, or, it may be, by the demands
Of his publishers. A sailor who is quoted
here is made to dismiss him rather con-
temptuously. An able seaman, you can
see by his writing, but he knows more about
seamanship than about sailors. He writes
dime novels about the men OF the sea it's
all cutlasses and boarding pixies with him.
"Why, can't these blooming literary cranks
paint sailors as they Are?' Dana's two
Years Before the Mast" was all right, but
that tells of fifty years ago.
According to Mr.. sonnchsen, sailors
like to read Dickens; their evolution is not
with work Of Mr.. George Meredith or Mr..
from being rank scatterers and idiote. and
Mr.. Henry George and his single tax are not
without forecastle appreciation.
There il q fine description OF running
the casting down" in the Cape Horn lati-
tudee. Hereabout the wind finds a clean
sweep around the world such waves
had never seen. I did not actually measure
the distance between their tops: it seemed
two miles, but will swear by one. anyhow.
have road somewhere that waves never
reach over fifty feet in height. Our rig
ping was over a hundred, and still when
We sat on our royal yards and the ship went
down in the trough Of a sea we could not
zee beyond the waves before and astern
of u.s. = On would come those
mighty green, foam-capped mountains.
heaving the big ship skyward until it
seemed our masts must pierce the clouds.
1t was a horrible sensation. even to me.
who had never suffered seasicknsss. and
that ackening fear as the ship topped
over the crest. never leaving one. weighed
in one bowels like a weight OF lead.
A canvas screen was raised abaft the
wheel. so that the helmsnaen could not
glance astern. for. even experienced sea-
men have been known to leave their post
in panic al sight Of those gigantic combsrs
tearing up from astern. az though to swallow
all"
From Cape Horn around the Cape OF
Good Hope told on the nerves. and there
was a mutiny in the Indian Ocean. not
the great relief and beauty OF
that region. A magnificent pilot came
to them of the mouth of ths Hooghly. "A
big bull-lke EnglishmAn in white silk
suit and cork helmet reclined lasily in the
stern sheets on beautiful rug under a
o>oor,v NJ Oriental cloth. His delicate fat |