The San Francisco call., 1904-10-09
tcoDyrisht BY Mcclure. Phulips & Coz

O4u Daouy, the DulnDOatman, came
alongside, there was breathless hush,
something like CONSERVATION, among
his shipmates. It was in Bombay and
eventide5 and all we Of the foremast
hands were quietly engaged upon our
supper Gea is the name, for the cor
responding meal ASHFORD. with great
content resting upon US, for bananas,
roOties duck eggs and similar bum
boat-bOusht lUXuries abounded among
us. So that the chunk OF indurated
buffalo that had resisted all assaults
upon it at dinner time lay unmolested
at the bottom OF the beef-kid, no one
feeling sufficiently interested to bestOw
a swear on il.
For some time after Mats pronounce
ment nobody spoke. The cool breeze
whispered under the fo'c's'le awning.
the Bramley kites wheeled around
whistlinG hungrily and casting their
enviOus watchful eyes upon our plates,
and somewhere in the distance a
dinghy-wallah intoned an interminable
legend to his fellow sufferers that
sounded like the Eigh-pitched drone Of
bees on sultTy afternoon among the
flowers. Then up and spake John de
Baptiss:
''Waffor, Nat? Wah We ben dween
t'yO? Fob de Lawd sal1es, sab, ef yew
gwsin bring Macaque 'bord dis sheep
you'se stOckn' trubble 'nough ter fill
er mighty long hole"
Sides" argued Cockney Jem,
'taint is If we amt got a monkey.
Few WOrnt any monkey tricks played
on US wOt price tn kid ere" and he
pointed TO me.
"Naow jess yew hole on half a min
nit" drawled Nat, ''relse yew'll lose
your place. Djer ever know me ter
make trubble sense 1 ben abord
thishyer limejuice dog-basl1et? Nav;
1cnr mn fax- N
never go stickin' my gibbie in another
mans hash, don't But in kase this
kermunity sh'd feel anyways hurt at
my perpOsal, lemme 'splain. / spose
] amt singler in bein' ruther tired er
these blame hogs forrad here. Hogs is
all right, ez hogs, but they don't make
parler pets wuth a cent. Nwen 1 finds
one biggern a porpuss a wallerin round
in my bunk n rootin' 'mong the clean
straw my beds stuffed with, its keind-
er bore in erpOn me that fresh pork
fer dinners wut ben pinin' fer a long
time Naow, 1 know thet kin teach
a monkey in about tew days 'nough ter
make him scare the very chidlins er
them hogs inter sOssidge meat If they
kun investigator where he's on dOoty.
N SO 1 calkerlate to be a sortAr benny
factor 'sif yew amt oYernabove CRATE
full"
By this time the Iaces of Mats au-
dlence had lost the look Of apprehen-
sion they had worn at first Everybody
had an account to settle with those
pigs, which swarmed homelessly about
the fore part Of the deck and never
missed an opportunity of entering our
oomicile during our absence, doing such
acts and deeds there a. pigs are wont
TO perform. AS they We're a particular
hobh-- Of the shippers we were loath
10 deal with them after their iniquities,
the more so as she was a particularly
comfortable ship. And if Mats idea
should turn out to be a good one we
would all be gamers.
Consequently when Daddy appeared
in the morning Nat greeted him at
once with the question, ''Yew got mon
key?" Promptly came the stereotyped
answer: mo. Sahib. Eberyting got.
Monkey no got. Mclean war make
monkey berry dear
However, as soon as Daddy was per-
suaded that monkey really was de-
sired he undertook to supply one; and,
sure enough, next morning he brought
one with him, a sinister-looking beast.
about as large as a foX-terrier. He
was secured by leathern collar and
& dog chain to the fife-rail of the fore
mast for the time, and one or two
Of the men amused themselves by
teasing him until he was almost fran
&c. Presently / came round where he
was lurking, forgetting for the time
all about his presence. Seeing his op-
portunity he sprang on to my shoulder
and bit me so severely that carry his
marks now. Swarting with the pain,
picked up a small piece of coal and
flung il at him with all the strength
could muster. Unfortunately for me
hit him on the head and made it
bleed, for which crime got well ropes
ended by Nat And besides that
made an enemy Of that monkey for the
rest Of his time on board-many
months-an enemy who never lost a
chance Of doing me an i'll turn.
He took to his master at once, and
was also on nodding terms with one
or two Of the other men, but with the
majority he was at open war. Nat
kept him chained up near his bunk,
only taking him out for an airing at
intervals, and at once commenced to
train him TO go for the pigs. But one
day Nat laid in a stock of eggs and
fruit, slowing them as usual on the
shelf in his bunk. We were very busy
all the morning on deck, so that I be-
lieve hardly a chance was obtained by
any one Of getting below for a smoke.
When dinner time came Nat went
straight to his bunk to greet his pet
but he was nowhere 10 be seen. The
state of that bed, though, was some
thing TO remember. Jocko had been
amusing himself by trying to make an
omelette, and the debris Of two dozen
eggs was strewn and plastered over the
bunk intermingled with crushed
bananas, torn up books. feathers out Of
Mats swell pillow, sand several other
things. While Nat was ransacking his
memory for some language appropriate
to the occasion a yell arose from the
other side OF the forec2stle where Daddy
Finn. a Liverpool Irishman of parts,
had Just discovered his weeks whack
of sugar and the contents Of slush-
pot pervading all the contents OF his
chest. Other voices soon Joined in the
chorus as further atrocities Eyere dis
covered, until the fo'c's'le was like bed
lam broken loose.
Pigs is il ye'd be afther complainin'
Of We blatherin' ould cTnadhaun- The
divil pig that iver lived I'd De aither
maxim sich ? hell's delight ov mans
dunnage as this. Not blasted sklrrlck
nave al left 70 cover me nakidness via
troo yure buood relashin'. Only let me
clap hands on him, me julie. thets all'