The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1907-06-28

what oa~yoare a p,,es rNree
aut camh&I.
n Afeek OF > BIZ ~ verse e,eessav
aiiy." satd the skipper conspiaeemtt
" fsssa I'm IN ;ae riao&. tAAt So I
generally Genres 8tSe thts whea IH
e--fsu tau twisting the hands and hAY
a sivea OF q rest and ! thnaA After
ward"
see. The outcome OF vivid con
trast.' said CamEel tfe imagined q
himself thAt these boasted poems woul
be az the 'heyuricn order u the verg,
pr naelodranla. AS II happened. b.
sstnid not conveniently nave mode :
worse guess. Kettle rugged from hi.
pocket a doubled up exercise book red
n slightly under the tan and hand
ed II across. His companion aatteneJ
pat the crease, and from the light that
came from d chartroom port dipped
INTO n manuscript Verses for himself
To his astonishment they were one and
all sonnets and ballads which might
~eii nave been written by q sentimental
Fchooi girl. They breathed OF love and
devotion and premature fading away.
and at least three gushing adjectives
qualified each tender noun.
There was no word about the sea on
which their author had spent his life
pr OF the things OF the sea with which
De had had all his dealings. he knew
about these as few men did, but they
seemed common to him and unclean.
Consequently he had delivered himself
80 an ode of that spring which he had
sever witnessed ashore and love songs
10 ladies he had never met outside the
>overs of cheap fiction. 1t was all
imagination, II untutored, uninspired
aNnagination at that.
AS a result, Canlbel found the poems
too killingly funny for words and was
consumed with a wild desire for laugh
ter. but that red bearded little savage
their maker, glaring anXiousiy at him
rom the opposite shadow, he does not
let sc much as the tail of a smile dance
-np from the corner of his mouth. He
1ad to enjoy and endura in silence, and
with the exercise book thrust out 10
she yellow light, then he read on
through the stanzas diligently.
In one, evidently autobicgraphical,
the writer spoke of himself as u ''timid,
Trail gazelle." in another he addressed
Wis remarks from the mouthpiece of a
scoy and cooling turtledove" to "sylpa-
X aid of naughty mien" who at
the time of narration was the "pewitch-
'G1G. enhancing, unparalleled queen" of
mother gentleman's hearth. An ode
70 Excellence which commenced
sIairy Alfred. brother bard" was evil
gently directed at e. contemporary, but
the past was cared for in Cleopatra, a
Earnent," which a footnote stated could
be sung to the tune of "Greenland's
fey Mountains" Probably as a collec-
don Captain Kettles was unique In it's
:auInSy, maudlin sentiment and its gen
serai unexpectedness.
Meanwhile the auditor was fidgeting
,~servously. He had not got over that
initial which publication
Eives- He hungered for a criticism
favorable if possible. At last he made
bold to ask for it.
You're a wonderful man, Kettle" re-
t.7rned his companion. quite meaning
what he said. and unless 1 had seen
those verses for myself I'd never have
seIieved you capable of producing
them. no matter what had been told
me about your powers"
The poet gave a sign of relief, and
was going to pursue the subject further
when something fell upon his ear which
turned his thoughts into a very differ
ant key.
a,..By James. there's the engine
stopDsd. What's up now, I wonder?"
He Jumped to his feet and stood with
;aeck craned out, listening. The ring
NJ heavy boots mad itself heard on the
engine room ladders. Then there was
Z mIrmur of voices and a pattering of
footsteps from the forecastle. and pres
sently = steady stream of men began to
ascend the bridge deck ladders. Among
the growing babel of voices came ref
enc to the gold. "Half a million yell
sow sovereigns, boys!" and threats
there was no installing. Teach the old
manners or put him over the side"
By an evident previous arrangement
sssl,e aa1en We're massing themselves or
the port side of the bridge deck.
..Mutiny, by James, that's what this
~means!" commented Captain Kettle in
In undertone. He was cool as ice and
the moment a decided how to act.
MIR. Cambel, slip into the chart
room for your pistol. I have mine in
my pocket. It's us two against the lot
OF 'em, and we'll finish out top side.
oh, don't you make any error. It'll be
lsred nights work for those dogs. But
we'll rub Ii fear of death into them
before we've done this time-into those
shat are left, that is. Get your pistol,
quick, sir, and Skin your eye for handy
shooting" -