The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-03-05
SHOT IN PILGRIMS GALLEY.
DISHWASHER RUNS THROUGH
SALOON, PISTOL IN HAND.
Had Just Perforated an Omnibus, hut Not
the One He Meant to Ht-Throws His
Gun Overheard and Walks Into the
Arms OF q Policeman NJ the Pier.

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The Pilgrim OF the Fall River Line was
just below the Brooklyn Bridge yesterday
morning at $3.50 o'clock walking down the
East River fast. She was due at her pier,
10, in the North River, and was hurrying
for the swing around the Battery.
Most Of the passengers were up, some
dressing In their staterooms, others at
breakfast in the dining saloon. In the
galley, forward OF the dining saloon,
there was a rafting of pots and pans and a
growing and grumbling among the negro
walters and kitchen boys. There had been
trouble among the kitchen boys for a long
time, trouble coming out Of crap shooting,
DAYS off along the Darktown Fifth avenue,
which is that part of Eighth avenue be-
tween T~wenty-third and Forty-second
streets, and, as the chef put 1t, Jus low
down ~cussedness.'
The chef, jim Henry, a lemon colored
West Indian, knew there would be ome
thing doing, and he kept a nervous eye on
his kitchen boys. The rumpus broke out
at the sink, where Snowdrop Kit ole, a
Swapping Turks Island negro, was wash
ing dishes. Little Joe Walters and Ed
Green were carrying dishes to the sink
Green butted into Snowdrop and crash
went an armload Of dishes that Snowdrop
was holding. Little Joe gIggled and the
kitchen boys laughed. The chef, already
on pins and needles, jumped a foot
Snowdrop broke loose with a torrent OF
language. All the interesting details OF
Mr.. Green's past lie set forth at length
The yellow kitchen boys kept on laughing;
Green pushed up with more dishes ana
| showed Snowdrop out of the way SNOW
drop yelled and whipped a gun out or MS
| pocket, jumping for the bunch OF kitchen
boys. Green saw the pistol and lumped
behind the chef. 1t was no place for jim
Henry, and he went to the floor, taxing
Green with him. Snowdrop fired as they
went high and struck Little Joe in the right
breast. Little Joe tumbled in a heap.
Passengers at the breakfast table were
already on their feet, alarmed at the racket
I'm the galley, when Snowdrop burst out
of the galley and tore through the saloon,
time to get really scared and Snowdrop
didn't pay any attention to them. He went
up the ladder to the deck and ran aft, yell
ing like a crazy nan
Capt. C. W. Chase was on deck, and when
promptly footed the whistle. By then the
Pilgrim had rounded the Battery and was
making her way up the North River cops
along the shore heard the whistle going,
Word went to the Church street station and
the sergeant sent men to Pier 10 In a hurry:
Snowdrop made for the starboard rail-
ing, tossed his pistol over the side and
made as if to climb the railing and go over
himself. He weakened, though, drew back
and began running up and down the deck.
The Pilgrims officers didn't bother with
him, seeing that his gun was gone and
knowing that his finish was in sight.
When the Pilgrim made her pier Snow
drop was the first down the gangplank
and ran straight into the arms of Police
man Minnerly of the Church street station.
The chef made the complaint against him
and he was locked up charged with feloni-
Gus assault. Later on, in the Tombs police
court, %Snowdrop was held on a short ath-
davit without bail.
Little Joe was taken to the Hudson street
hospital and then transferred to Bellevue:
The doctors couldn't tell whether he would
live or die.
"Ah amt got no mannah Of use fob them
West Indian coons," said the chef. when
Snowdrop was safe under lock and key.
"Dev comes f'om de Bahbados and fom
T'uk's Island, mostly, and they's bad mig
gahs. Abs a West Indian mahself, but Use
had propah raisin' and Use kind and peace
lovin'.