The Saint Paul globe., 1904-05-15
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IF you had a fancy to be called the
Archbishop of canterburv Oe we'd e@Ieo .vomr mT
grace you. ] am the mate. Sebrighf
lou don't think they'd come back for an
otneI taste! The blessed old deck s
onoat. That's my little dodge, boiling
ma.eF Ior these Dagos, if they come. So
sot the cook to fire up, and we put the
suction hose of the fire pump into the
,'. poiler. and we filed the coppers and the
heties- Not bad notion, eh? But ten
Times as much wouldn't have been
enough, and the hose burst at the third
stroke, so that only one boat got any
lhlhg 10 speak of. But Lord. she dropped
OUT OF the ruck as if she'd been swept
with langridge. Squealed like litter of
pigs didn't they?"
!, And then managed to tell him some
thlng OF Seraphina that he would listen to-
What, what?' he said "Oh, heavens
and earth! there's your girl OF course
Hey, bo'sun, rig a whip and
chair on the yardarm to take a lady on
poard. Bear hand A lady! yes, lady
3ConIound 1t. don't lose your wits, man
LOOK over the starboard rail, and YOU
Will see lady alongside with Dago in
small boat. Let the Dago come on
BOARD too; the gentleman says he's a
good sort Now, do you understand"
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me that they had made a prisener-"a
tan, comical chap; wears his hair like an
old aunt of mine, bunch of curls fan
ping on each side of his face''-and then
said that he must go and report to Capt.
Williams The name struck me- l said:
Is this ship the Lion?''
Aye, aye. That's her. She is.'' sew
eral seamen answered together, casting
curious glanceS from their work
Tell your captain my name is Kemp -
L shouted after Sebright with what
strength of lung 1 had.
What luck! Williams was the jolly lit
tie ships captain 1 was to have dined
with On the day of execution on Kingston
Point-the day 1 had been kidnapped. 1t
seemed ages ago. 1 wanted to get to the
side to look, after SeraphiRa, but 1 sim
ply couldn't remember how to stand I
sat on the hatch, looking at the seamen.
Ihey were clearing the ropes, collect
ing the lamps, picking up knives, hand
spikes, croWbars, swabbing the decks with
quashy flaps. bare-footed. bare armed
fellow, holding a bundle of brass-hilted
cutiasses under his arm, had lost him
self In the contemplation of my person.
Where are you bound top / INQUIRED
at large, and everybody showed a friend
ly alacrity in answer
Havana Havana" /" ''Havana's onr
next port. Aye, Havana
heard loud ''Alas!' sighed out be-
hind me. A distracted, stricken voice re-
peated twice in Spanish, "Oh, my great
ness; oh, my greatness" Then, shiver-
lngly, in tone of profound self-com-
mun1on, have greatly parched
throat" it said. Harshly jovial voices
answered.:
Stow your lingo and come before the
captain. Step along
prisoner, conducted aft stalked re-
o1t1x into
bustling sailors. Disheveled black hair
like damaged peruke, mournful, yellow
face, enormous Stag'S eyes Straining down
On me. recognized Manuel del-Popolo
At the same moment he sprang back,
shrieking, This is miracle of the devil
of the devil
The sailors fell to tugging at his arms
savagely, asking, Whats come to your'
and. after short struggle that shook his
tatters and his raven locks tempestuous-
ly like gust of wind he submitted to be
walked up; repeating:
Is it you, senior? Is it you? Is it
you?'
One of his shoulders was bare from
neck to elbow; at every step one of his
knees and part of a lean thigh protruded
their nakedness through a large rent; a
strip Of grimy, bloodstained linen, torn
right down to the waist, dangled solemn
ly in front of his legs. There was a hor-
rible raw patch amongst the roots of his
hair just above his temple; there was
blood in his nostrils, the stamp Of exces-
sive anguish on his features, sort Of
guarded despair in his eye. His voice
sank while he said again, twice:
Is it you? Is 1t you?" And then, for
the last time, rs it you?" he repeated
in a whisper.
The seamen formed a wide ring. and.
looking at me, he talked to himself con-
fdently
"Escaped-the Inglez! Then thou art
doomed, Domingo. Domingo, thou art
doomed. Dom. Senor!'
The change of tone, his effort to ex-
tend his hands toward me, surprised us
all. 1 looked away.
Hold hardi Hold him, mattel"
'Senor, cOndescend to behold nv
downfall. I am led here to the slaugh-
ter, senorI To the slaughter senior!
Pity! Grace! Mercy! And only a
short while ago = behold. Slaughter
Manuel. Senior.
am universally admired-with parch-
ed throat, senior. 1 could compose a
song that would make a priest weep
A greatly parched throat.
senor," he added pieously.
You have not forgotten me, senior.
Forget Manuel! Impossible! Man.
uel, senior. For the love Of Cod
Manuel. anuel-del-Popolo. I did
sing, deign to remember. I offered
you my fidelity, senor AS you are a
caballero, charge you to remember
senor.''
His voice was extremely harsh
not his own. Apparently he believed
that he was going to be cut to pieces
there and then by the sailors. He