Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1903-08-13

and descended a fight Of steps, from
the lowest of which he sprang out 10
the deck or platform where his sailors
were assembled.
The boatswain was at the head Of
the table, and he was in the middle
Of a story of some friends OF his, sail
ors, who had been robbed of one hun.
dred and forty pounds by two women
and young man desperately armed.
dressed up as a woman, when his eye
lighted on the captain, who stood un-
der the main-hatch surveying the
scene. The men, seeing their captain.
raised great, half-drunken noise Of
hurrahs, and Madison Of the squirt
cried out, win you drink with US.
your honor?"
1--WE come below to do It," says
Pope, advancing to the table, and
taking pannikin with little rum
in 1t, he addressed the men. They
were as silent as figureheads while
his words were being delivered. Moth
ing troubled the stiffness but Popes
voice, the creaking of the briggs tim
bers, and once or twice the squeak Of
a rat in the hold below. His speech
was very encouraging; he said he
wanted them to make home of the
brig, and to live happily together
They should not want for leisure; he
expected they would be always prompt
in obeying orders; their lives would
depend upon obedience and dispatch;
he would try and provide them with
plenty to eat and drink, and, as they
sailed under the black flag, the usual
sea discipline would be greatly re-
Taxed. What they all wanted was
plenty of money, and that they would
get if they fought stoutly and feared
nothing.
All sorts of roaring cries followed
the captains address. The men were
lattered by his presence. He drank
their health, then to the success of the
cruise, which he promised them should
be too brief to enable the British
cruisers to give them any trouble.
Now sing songs and be happy, my
hearties," says he; and he went on
deck, the men shouting their satisfac-
ton after him and beating the table
with their pannikins.
Al ten o'clock Captain Pope went
below. The cabin was warm though
the little skylight was open. In cor
ner was little table upon which were
small compass, a quadrant, and one
or two other mathematical instruments
Of a primitive sort; close beside 1t
leaned bag Of charts, one Of which
he extracted, and, carrying 1t to the
1 table in the cabin, fell to musing over
it with pencil In his hand.
All Of a sudden, while he overhung
the chart, thoughtfully considering the
winds in that part Of the sea accord.
ing to his memory of them, he was
startled by loud and fearful cry ON
deck, quickly followed by general
uproar of voices, amid which he could
hear Grindal roaring like a bull:
"Where the devil are yer coming TOT
Starboard yer hellum."
Pope sprang from the table, rushed
to his cabin, seized his sword, and,
thrustlng a pistol into his pocket,
bounded on deck. Scarce was his
head clear of the companion-way when
he was nearly thrown by a violent con-
cussion. The little brig heeed, trem-
bling to her keelson, with some noise
of splintering aloft and the seething
patter of fragments Of timber, blocks
and the like launched from a height
into the quiet water. The night was
extremely dark the mist had thick
sned into something like fog since
| two bells.
Shouts were to be heard over the
side. A yelling and grooming of voices
in an unknown togue. Close aboard
with her starboard bow caressing the
side of the Gypsy, while her bowsprit
carrying its black wing Of jib shot
over the briggs rail, like branchless
fallen tree, was a vessel somewhat
larger than the pirate, apparently a
schooner, but 1t was so dark that no
one could have told you the true rig Of
her. A man holding up lantern was
shouting in some unintelligible lam
guage. Some men were hauling at the
ropes, yelping in choruses. Others
ran about the decks as though panic
stricken; in all there might have been
some twelve or thirteen men visible
in that ship.
Ito be continued.)