The Carlisle independent., 1907-11-14
(Copyright. by Joseph B. Bowles.) )

tMrS. Schuyler Crowninshield, wife of Rear Admiral Crowninshield, by reason of her talents, is quite as well known to the public as Is the distinguished naval officer whose name she bears. Following the success of her earlier books Mrs. Crowninshield has won still wider recog- milton in the literary field by her The Archbishop and the Lady" and its at tractiye sequel, "Yalencia's Garden.')
 The man 1 speak of was Lieut.. Will liam Cushing. God forgive me for calling him just man. A gentle man. every inch of him! An officer. every inch of him! And dared evil, flesh, blood, mind, heart and soul! Now, happened to be shipmates with Lieut.. Gushing when he commanded the Monticello in 1864. ~Shipmates? You think he wouldn't like me saying SO? Bless your soul! An officer and gentleman's never too high and mighty to speak to an old sailor who's weathered danger with him, nor to call him old shipmate' when he meets him ashore after cruise is up.
 At sea it's different matter; dis cipline must be maintained, and I'd know better than even to hint that an officer should treat me familiarly, while we were actin in our relative positions of officer and man. Why, met the lieutenant after the last fight we was in together and he patted me on the back as friendly as you please, and he handed me the loan I asked of him, just as if he owed it to me, though, God forgive me, the debt was on the other side of the pair of us.
 Well, sir. to get down to my story, Lieut. Cushing was commanding the Monticello in February, GA, and, of course, he was her cap'n. I won't go into the hackneyed talk of how we all loved him Do you know how old he was? Just 24, as I'm a Twin sinner.
 For some time we hadn't found anything to do, and the days had hung rather heavy on our hands. We was always lookin' out for somethin' to turn up, but though we were under way and at anchor, going in close and drawing off again, lodging around Frying Pan shoals and steaming up and down off Fort Fisher and New inlet, those wretched blockade run ners would douse the glim and slip by us in the night, over and over
 The Monticello was not very big boat, but she was plucky, and her commander was a match for her. One day I noticed there seemed to be something going on. Preparations seemed to be making for landing party.
 First we saw the old man get in the gig and pull over to the flag ship, askin' permission, maybe, and then, along about night, I saw that there seemed to be some sort of con- sultation and talk among the officers. l asked the signal quartermaster what was up, and he answered me politely that I could go and ask the cap'n. Then asked the orderly who was round the cabin door to run errands and messages. He told me to go right in the cabin and ask the cap'n, and probably he'd tell me all about it. Then I asked an afterguard-sweeper what all the rumpus was, and he said he was darned if he knew, but he thought they was gettin' ready*to go a-fishin'. We'll, I felt pretty well snubbed, and by an afterguard-sweep- CT. too!
 80 watched and waited and pre- tended I had d~work to. do around the cabin. went aft and hung around the port. heard Cap'n Cushing talk ing with some of his officers. and found thatu they were goin' somewhere. but fro1 heir, talk judged that if they~e Eofn' a-fishin' 1t must be for something as big as a Svhale or