Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1906-07-23
CAP'N Err
BY JOSEPH c. LINCOLN
Copyrshi. 1904. b. a. 6. B1rnes & Co. Pub-
hshers. 80 F5th Avenue. New IoIk-
AL Rishis Reserved
BY JOSEPH c. LINCOLN

his mouth, leisureiy produced his pipe
and proceeded to ill it with tobacco
shaved from "A chunky plug.
What a YOU smoke them things
forY he asked contemptuously, refeEr.
ring TO the cigarette. Nobody but
dudes and sissies smoke THAI kind of
truck. Here take this pipe and smoke
like a man"
Josiah looked askauce at the prof
fered pipe.
/'Oh. no." he said magnanimousiy.
yyou'll want Il yourself. III git along
with these ling till git ashore, then
I I'll buy agfire of my own"
N.iNever you mind bout me. I've got
two pf three more below there some
@efps. Take it and light up"
The cable seaman" took the reeking,
Nicotine soaked affair, placed it ginger
" between his teeth, held match to
The bowl and coughingly emitted a
cloud Of III smelling smoke The pipe
wheezed and gurgled, and the Mary
Ellen rocked and rolled.
Now, then" said Captain Fri,
we've sOjered long enough. Go below
and bring UP the bait bucket and the
lines"
Josiah staggered into the little cabin,
reappearel with the heavy cod lines
and the bucket Of mussels and watched
while the captain "baited up"
"All ready" said the skipper. 1.-TWO
lines apiece, one over each side.
Watch me"
The cod bit almost Immediately, and
for ten minutes the work was excit-
ing and lively. The captain, watching
from the corner of his eye. noticed that
his assistants pipe was wheeling less
regularly and that his lines were
thrown over more and more lstlessly
At length he said: Haven't stopped
smokin' 50 quick, have you? What's the
matter-g1ue out? Here's match.
Il guess I've smoked enough for
now. | can't fish so well when I'm
smokin'."
"Bosh! If you want to be a reel sail
or YOU must smoke all the time Light
up"
Reluctantly the boy obeyed and
pulled with feverish energy Also he
swallowed with vigor. The cod smelled
llclIg ~ NItu luc bdll, anu lue CulDOdI
rolled and rolled. Suddenly Josiah
pulled in his lines and took the pipe
from his lips.
"Whats the matterT inquired the
watchful skipper.
Ell guess l won't. fish any more,
cap. Kind of. slow sport, amt it,
Guess I'll go in there and take a
snooze."
81 guess you won't! You shipped to
fish, and you're goin' to fish. Pick up
them lines"
The boy sullenly turned toward the
cabin door. "Aw. go chase YOURSELF
he said contemptuously. \ minute aft
or. when he picked himself up from
the heap of Shiny fish in the bottom of
the boat he saw the captain standing
Rolidly on one cowhide shod foot, while
hthe other was drawn easily back anC
rested on its toe. When Josiah recov
cred his breath the burst of bad Ian
guage with which he assailed his com
panion did credit TO his street bring
ing up. II was as short as it wa
fierce. however. and ended amid tn
cod and the mussels from the over
turned bait bucket. But, as the car
tain said afterward, he was 'spunky
and rose again, incoherent with rage.
"You-you-Ill kill your he shriel
q ed '"You promised not to touch m'
you lynn old
He tried TO get out of the way, bu
didn't succeed, and this time merel
sat up and Sobbed as Captain Fri sal
fn even tones:
"No. I'm not lynn. / promised NJ
TO lay a hand on you in anger, that
all Fust place. / don't kick with ~
hands. and. second place, l amt al
CRY. Now. then, pick up them lines"
The able seaman" was frightene
This sort of treatment was new to hiI
He judged it best to obey now. an
'get square" later on. He sulki
picked up the cod lines and threw Il
hooks overheard. Captain Err, calm
resuming his fishing. went on. to So.
1.-The fust thing a sailor has TO raI
is TO obey orders. / see you've stoppt
smokin'. Light up"
81 don't want to-"
"Weu, want you to. Light up"
81 won't oh, yes, l will"
He eyed the threatening boot fea
fully and lit the awful pipe with sha
ing fingers. But he had taken only
few puffs when ii went over the sid
and il seemed to Josiah that the larg
half OF himself went with it.
Well, twas dreadful forenoon
Josiah, one not to be forgotten. Il
boat rolled increasingly, his head ache
and pulling the heavy cod made
back and shoulders lame; also he W
wet and cold. The other boats SCI
tered about the fishing grounds pull
up their anchors and started for hon
but Captain Fri did not bulge.
noon he opened his lunch basket aga
and munched serenely. The sight