Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1903-03-27
AROUND THE WORLD.
CLOVER BILL" RELATES SOME
WONDERFUL EXPLOITS,


Bill is home-sick-Experiences Some ST.
we're Weather - Encounters a School Of
Whales-Voracity Of Sharks-he Tames the
Mate-Menu on Shipboard- Wages
and Tribulations-Arrives at Bath, Me-
Some Tribulations Of q Tenderfoot' in
the East-Arrives in New York and He is
Happy.
The first mate of our ship was
known on every sea on the globe as
" Bully" Chase. He was a tall, heavy
set man, with short neck, and voice
like a fog-hOrn. He drove the sailors
like nigger-slaver. Bully" took a
violent dislike to big Swede called
Oscar, and would give him four or
five jobs at once, and damn him be-
cause he did not get done sooner. One
morning the mate thought Oscar was
moving little slow, so he handed him
q kick. The Swede was carrying a
two gallon bucket of slush Tor grease)
and As the mate delivered the kick
he returned as an equivalent the grease,
which be threw in the mates face.
Then the fight was on they spared
for an opening; the mate thought be
saw one and made q swipe at it, but
the Swede's face got in the way; he
then made lunge at Oscar, but he
side-stepped and the mate slipped on
the grease and turned paYbolic curve
before he lighted on one ear in the
lee scuppers-honors even with first
grease for Sweden. The captain came
up and it was called q draw for the
time being. After this the mate made
Oscar feel like he lived between hell
and high water. After Oscar would
retire from duty, the mate would call
him and send him aloft to see if he
could get glimpse of his thsrland
or any other land, ahead.
I was having troubles of my own
about this time. My first duty was to
get up about 16 o'clock and get the
captain and his bully mate a cup of
coffee; then l would fill the captains
bathtub with water, black his boots,
brush his clothes, and otherwise try to
make gentleman out OF him. But l
had such poor material to work on, l
felt that my job was hopeless one.
Then l would transport the captains
breakfast from the galley to the after
cabin. l always liked this job, as l
could never tell what would happen
next. Istarttd one stormy morning to
take platter of pancakes and jug
of syrup from the galley to the cabin;
q monster sea boarded us and / went
sailing down into the lee scuppers
where l got a pancake plaster on my
face with molasses trimming. The
captain was so pleased that he took
me on whaling trip. I was expected
to furnish the blubber. which did.
We we're now approaching the reg
ion of Cape Horn, where the waves
ran literally mountain high and the
winds blew q tornado all the time. /
had heard OF Kansas, where they bad
tornados and cyclones; where it blew
30 hard that . herd OF sheep belong
ing to q farmer blew up against the
side of the barn and all starved to
death before it quit blowing. think
this farmer was brother to the one
out there who lived in . dry climate.
It was 30 dry that he had 10 soak his
hogs over night to make them hold
swill.
As before stated, we were nearing
Cape Horn, which all ship captains
dread on account of the terrible winds.
1 began TO get home-sick. As I gazed
back over the stor m-tossed waters, I
thought Of how many hundreds of
miles that separated me from those 1
loved and hated, my little bosom rose
and iell and the tears came thick and
fast. Here / Was out on storm tossed
ocean, several thousand miles from
home. I thought Of the prodigal son,
who, when he came back home, had
the fatted calf on toast served for him
after his journey. felt that if I
could only be back in my dear old
home-Olympia-again I would have
been willing to eat Charley Grain
gers billy-goat, horns, hide aud whis-
kers.
The waves ran very high. We
would ride up on giant wave. then
down We would 60. I thought every mo-
ment was our last in this veil OF tears.
Not q rag OF canvas could be kept up,
for a. soon as sail Was set it was
blown to tatters in q minute. For
days no food Was cooked, no fires were
built. There was not . dry spot on
she ship. 1t was then, and only then,
that I began to think that nature had
not intended me for q navigator Of
stormy seas. Then it was that I re-
GREETED leaving my comfortable quar-.
ters in dear old Hotel de Bill, where
all the peace and quietness of home
were to be had free of charge (or
charged with. I should say), but after
one final storm we rounded the horn
and headed toward Maine, our home
port; the weather began to get better
and life was brighter for yours truly.
One day we ran into an immense