Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-24

3X got good cook, and we know it; but
they amt SO abundant about here, SO
y don't encourage them to get a
swelled head 1t is just good food
he Captain as l get at home. don't hesitate to
say that for minute; but to keep that
cook anyways manageable I've got to tell him that he
don't know any more about cooking than founder
footed fiddler and try the best | know how to dis
courage any thought he may have that he's worth
his keep. They get a swelled head that quick it d
surprise you, and in time this fellow would be
runn1n the boat and cuttin' us down our grub -
took the Captains hint; but the mate gave me
additional advice up bows. Don't let that freck
led-aced sob of cook get the notion he's any good
He'll be takin' the idea he's feedin' like Del
monico After what you said to-day it'll take
week to get him back in shape, with everyone of us
calm him all the names we can think Of
Five minutes later the engineer politely but
less insistenty We find it doesn't pay to tell the
cook he's any good. They usually don't last long
afterward, and we'd like to keep this fellow
And then jerkily, by the deck-hand busy with
hawser: Say! cooky's only waitin chance to
be the whole thing. See We had Teller just
before you come aboard we called Canned-Beef
Jimmy, the Stomach Robber, cause he used to held
out the grub money. He fierce. We knows
a good thing and we likes to keep it. Seel"
his IS matter OF serious moment; so have since
retrained from complimentary. comments in the
presence of the cook. The meal following my limo
cent remarks replete with categorical denun-
Citations of the unfortunate steward and all that he
touched.
On board the Unison one evening. as we were
coming home from long trip up the sound, l went
up to the pilothouse and looked upon the river
IN the IaSC-Satner1ng dusk An autumn atterglOW
lit up the western sky to bright orange against
which the gray irregular pile of buildings at the
foot of Manhattan Island stood out boldly in fiat
mass. In the foreground hung the Brooklyn bridge,
lighted from end to end but floating in the haze of
smoke from hundred stacks in the river below
Into the midst of a myriad of craft we went,
barely escaping sound steamer looming up like
immense hotel and rocking us violently in her
wash; threading our way among barges loaded with
commodities of all Sorts cattle stone ice coal lum-
Der, and What-nOt; schooners laden with limestone
from Nova Scotia sailing vessels aI1XiliarieS truc
nnumerable, private yachts speeding their owners
boats, lighters and, prominent of ALL the un-
calmly deformed, and ubiquitous ferry-boat Red
and green lights blnked at all sides, whistles
blew from every direction, and still kept on
steadily into the thick CT it, steering first to star
board and then to port twisting and turning, hug
ging first shore and then the other to avoid the
strength of the tide-hurry, hurry hurry just one
of many hundreds speeding to their docks for the
morning orders, and then home for the night
On the way up the long-deserted pier | met my
friend the misanthrOpc mate returning from the
office. The Unit had got in little ahead of us |
had not him in several days, and | confess to
no little qualification when he stopped me.
You had better with Tomorrow he
grunted through his bushy mustache.
What's going on" asked, SURPRISING any
show of eagerness
Chartered for the committee boat of yacht
race, and If you want to see real sailormen you'll
find EN- board tomorrow. We're just farmers
compared to en-" and for the first time in my
presence he gave number of quick, short snorts
of mrth.
I'm be there" l answered, and then "By the
way, how is the bow fender coming on?'
put the last whisker on her to-day, he returned