The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-02-18
CHAPTER XVII.

CHAPTER XVII.
once more the Warrigal was steam |
ing eastward over a sea now f1ecked |
with the white horses of a strong south |
east breeze. keeping an E by N course, !
so as to skirt the westerly oceanic cur
rent until Easter island was sighted.
when a direct course would be steered
for Valparaiso.
1t was with a feeling of sincere re
gret that Tom had bade goodbye to the
kind old priest, and Thoreau and his
fair young wife; but he found 1T hard
est of all to part from his friend Toa
and his beautiful sister, Tero, for they
both eVinCed such profound grief that
Tom was not only SOTrOwful, but dis
tFeSSed- to witness it
Never more shall we see each 9th
ers' faces, Tamu," said the girl, sadly,
through her sObs; POhiri, the Savage
islander. translating her words for he
could speak Tahitian, language very
similar TO that spoken by the people
of RaDa.
Tom asked PChirf to tell the poor girl
and her brother that they certainly
would meet again-perhaps within
year. for he meant to return to the
South Sea. islands in another ship as
a tuhi tuhi (supercargO or trader), and
if he came in the latter capacity he
would surely come to Rapa to settle.
for il was very beautiful island. and
he liked the people very much, At this
Zero dried her tears. and her brothers
handsome face beamed with delight.
They were the last to leave the steam
er and from the bridge Tom could see
them a quarter Of an hour later, sitting
I'm their canoe, gazing sadly at the
swiftly receding vessel, which. sweep
ing around the wooded point of Ahurei,
was at once out of sight. leaving be
hind her only a long trail of black
smoke.
Z wonder how Captain ThOreau viii
get On. TOm?" observed Clancy. He
has his hands full with that theatrical
company. let alone a mutinOus crew
who know that he saved the three thou
sand pounds in gold belonging to the
Aztec City. Any one of them would
murder him for three thousand cents if
he were given a chance. And then he
has Il brand new wife TO look after as
well"
THAT ought to console him for all his
Worries" said Tom, with an air of pro-
found wisdom. Il like Captain Tho
reaU, and feel sorry to think I shall
never see him again"
zone never knows. If you have made
up your mind for sailOriSing you may
meet him. When I was 10 years old
and at school at Rathmines I'm the Ould
sod. there was q red-headed boy in the
SANE class with me named Peter CrOly-
I Lest school when I was II, and Just
twenty years afterward, when I was
second engineer of a HOngkOng-Penang
steamer I had an arm very badly
blood poisoned. and was taken to the
hospital at HongkOng-
Your arm viii have to come off.
my man says che of the doctors to
me. looking at it lovingly
IF We put a knife on me I'll have
your life. ye murtherous young butch
err says I. All it wants IS a humping
poutice of bran. mixed with the yOlks
of a dozen eggs
Just then I heard another voice say:
Don't be in such a hurry, Saunders.
Let me have d lux at the mahn- And
then who should come I'D but red
headed Peter CTOly-we knew each 9TH
er at once
Get out. We numbering Scotch VIII
lain / said to the young doctor; get
out or I'll do We to death this minute.
Peter, me boy, stand TO me- And stand
to me he did and saved my arm"
For three days the steamer made
good progress. and then as she drew
near Easter island the wind hauled
round to the eastward and blew with
so much violence that a heavy head sea
soOH arose, and the Warrigal began to
make such bad weather of it that
Clancy slowed down to half speed Had
he not done so the steamers decks
would have beer swept. for she now
carried a higher deckload of timber for
her furn aces than that taken on board
at Sunday island. 1t consisted of thick
heavy and irregUlarly shaped logs cut
by the natives of Rapa, and knswn as
ngiia ('the hardest WOODY, and whilst
it was an excellent fuel, the awkward
sha pe of the logs had made it very diff
ficult TO stow them securely, and then
weight made the steamer roll so dan
ger0usly that Tom at times thought sh,
would turn turtle" and go to the bot
tom.
I'VE can't sacrifice single log
Tom said Cls ncy TO him. There!
over two hundred slowed away below
I'm all parts of the ship, where we could
find roonl-in the engine room. stokt
hole and among the bunker coal. Blu
the worst of it is that in this sort o
weather we cannot use as much of /
as / should like, and so are digging int
our coal again. It is impossible TO &c
such crooked logs through the furnac
doors when we are rolling and pitching
like this If il gets any worse we shall
have 10 shift some more of this deck
load below some way or else we shal
have trouble. The fOrehOld is full {
che cOaming with casks and cases o