Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-05-03
Mistellanous 8eadins.
GOOD LUCK IN AMBERGRIs.
10 Fortune, Too with These Wind
falls of the Sea.

| 10 Fortune, Too with These Wind
falls Of the Sea.
yes" said Cap'n Silas Babbidge as
he shut his jackknife with snap and
poked tobacco into his pipe with q
muscular forefinger, "Yes. sir, moneys
the maxim o. some folks an the ruin
alton O. more. When a man gets his
money by hard grubbin'. like goin'
coastin', why then he 'preciates 1t an
holds onto 1t, but when, eZ In this case,
it Jest drops on to him, like rock
outer the sky-well, then he's got to
be considerable Of a man to stan up
under It,"
The sailmaker, who. was the educat-
ed one Of the ship chandlery debating
club, had been reading about the two
Lebec men who had found a lump OF
ambergris worth $4,000.
"This here anbergrease is curi's
stuff" said the cap'n. mo man knows
where 1t comes from, an no one ever
heered a sailorman that pretended to
know. It's only land lubbers that can
tell you all about 1t. My. own notion
is that the stuff comes off'n the bot
tom, where it grows same's mushrooms
or such like Of soundin's, an in Injy
an Afriky waters, where it's hot
weather all the time, they's probiy
any amount of It fioatin', but the stuff
looks so much like dirty suds that not
one lump in a millions ever picked up.
Amt no sense huntin' for it-might
cruise round for years 'thout ever
fallin' in with a bit Of it.; when a lump
is picked up you can set it down to
Jest luck-good luck or bad luck, cord
in, as l said, to the man.
ITS only oncet in a dogs age that
a lump Of ambergrease is picked up In
these here waters, cause the stun
don't thrive up in sech cold corners ez
Maine an the Bay o. Fundy, or else
it's got a better holt on the bottom. l
don't recollect but two Jumps bein'
found afore this one over to Campo
bello: never shall forgit them two.
though. One fixed up morgidge,
bought a controllin' interest in good
vessel an brought on three weddin's;
t'other made a miser'ble hoss jockey
outen a man that might a bin sailin'
of his own vessel now.
1.-THE first lump I'm speakin' Of came
accidental like, in this fashion: When
Jabez Richardson, over to Little Deer
Isle, he got too old an stiff to go any
more, he put his two boys and his
nephew, Lonzo GreenIaw, into his ves-
SELL the Shootin' Star, an went to
farmin'. Good, smart boys them three,
an for a few trips they was doin' fust
rate, but then luck It set agin EN-.
They loaded out % Bangor two or
three times, but lumber freights to
Bost'n fell, an with the price o grub
where It was, an tow bills an so on,
they c'cluded there warn't nothin' to
be made in that bisness an made q
shift to stone carryin'. Took load
O. PAWN out O. Prospect for New York
and figgered on gettin' coal back to
somewheres east O. the Cape. l told
'em, an other cap'ns told 'em, that
the Shootin' Star warn't At for that
trade, bein' old, an nothin' done on
her fer ten year 'cept to drive hand
full of oakum into her oncet in a while,
so that with a sinkable cargo she was
li'ble to go out I'm under 'em any
time. But the boys wouldn't hear to
any one, an they piled that granite
into her s though 1t d bin dry lum-
ber
well, they hadn't much more'n got
outer the bay when it come on to blow,
an fust thing they knew. them boys,
she was film up. Pump? Might jest
8 we'll try to pump out Bostn Bay.
Had to grab their kits an git outer
her quickern scat She went down like
a bag o. sand when they was barely
clear Of her, an then, seein' what d
come O. tryin' to carry stone In
wicker basket, they pulled ashore.
They was close into Port Clyde when
a. sea boarded them an most filled the
boat, an it got so nasty after that they
had a tight squeeze, with two pullin
an one bailin', to git ashore at all.
Fin'lly they made a cove that looked
snug, an jumped out an yanked her
up on the beach. When they turned
her over to free her, out along with
the water come somethin' that d bin
slumpin' an thumpin' round in her
stern sheets. 1t fell with a sort O
squashy bump on Bill Richardson's
feet, an he jest kicked 1t away, thout
lookin' at It, They built a fire an
stayed round till daylight, an then
'Lonzo Greenlaw he went down to take
a look at the boat Layin' there, with
the print O. Bills boot in 1t, was a
big COB O. somethin' that 'Lonzo took
for taller, or some kind O. grease, an
bein' a savin' sort Of cuss 'Lonzo he
Jest picked it up an heaved it under
the midship thort (thwart.) Good TO
soften up boots with sez he to him.
self, an he brought hunk Of 1t up
to the fire to melt it.
whats that?' says Bill.
"Oh, taller, says 'Lonzo.
"'Smells like 'fumery,' says Colfax'
Bills brother.
"Cussed f it don't says 'Lonzo;
well, we've got a good big chunk OF
it,
We'll, sir while they were waitin'
there at Port Clyde for a vessel to get
away in, along comes one O the guv-
ment fishn' steamers, which had all
kinds O. scientific gear an collidge
perfessers aboard. The cap'n o the
steamer said he'd give 'em tow up
to Rockland, an prob'ly set 'em over
home to Deer Isle, an they got aboard
payin' the boat out on a long painter
astern. Hadn't more'n got under way
when one O. the scientific chaps he be-
gin a-sniffin' round where Lonzo was
a-leanin' over the rail, a-shavin' up
bit O. the taller, like a cake o soap.
"'What yer got there? says me-
lookin over 'Lonzo's shoulder. Let's
see it.
"nToller' SayS 'T,OnZO