The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1908-06-25

tube, IF IL was riddy?" aud finally an.
nounced that the savory stew had
reached the eating point
The whole crew ate of the cs3,
some sneaking to the engine room
and carrying portions to those who
could not come. Heauessy, especial.
ly ate heartily.
There's piper and there's salt In
it," he said, between mouthfuls, "but
the best favor av all is gittin' ahead
of the old man"
The next morning the skipper was
on deck before sunrise and counted
the turkeys. There was a cold wind
blowing and the fowls were huddled
| together in a droopy fashion.
Capt. McTavish eyed them mo-
ment, and then cried out to the stew
ard, loud enough to be heard all over
the ship:
I'm swindled. These turkeys have
/ cholery and that's the reason that
dago sold EN- so cheap. Don't cook
any Of them, steward; they're deadly
/ poison. They'll all dee one after an
! ither. I'm sweendled."
Then he turned flercely on Hennes.
1 sy, who was standing under the
! bridge.
"Mon!" he cried" "Are ye sure ye
did ma eat those turkeys instead of
throwing 'em overboard?"
Hennessy glanced at Clark who was
peeping from behind a ventilator, and
both looked troubled.
81 troo 'em overheard" said Hen.
messy family
"Ye lee!" Numbered Captain McTav.
ish, "Ye ate EN- ye parcel of carrion
crows and yen be all dead by ths
night. I'll have the lives of all of ye
on my head, ye puir greedy souls"
Then he stalked into the cabin.
81 wonder if he means it?" whis.
pered Clark, looking askance at tho
turkeys in the coop.
Il dunno" replied Hennessy, but
the burruds certainly look sick"
Then ye've pizened the whole
bloody crew." cried Clark. savagely.
low could tell the burruds were
sick, bein' they come aboard in the
night time?" growled Hennessy.
Faith, l fale sick now"
The sailors stole alarmed glances at
the droopy fowls and scowled at Hen
messy.
Captain McTavish reappeared on
deck, accompanied by the mate, chief
engineer and the steward, the latter
bearing the medicine chest.
"All hands aft" beloved the mate.
"Eet's a guild thing | found out
what ye ha DONE" said the skipper,
addressing the assembled crew. II
ha' ma call to help men that steal
from the sheep, but I'll ma tax tie re-
sponsibility OF the lives af all of ye.
Eet's sair' thing to use up all the
medicine on the ship. but III ma ha'
ye dee How do the mer look to you,
Meester Somere?" he said addressing
the mate.
They look bloomin' sick to me-" he
replied, wagging his head.
The disease won't come out on the
men before night" put in the chief
engineer, with solemnity, then they'll
curl up in knot and die"
They will IA dee if | can help It,"
exclaimed Captain McTavish, though
they don't deserve that move ma
feenger for 'em. Come aft, men, one
at time, and TAX this medicine"
The first man to walk up and swal-
low small cup of medicine was Hen.
messy. Clark and the others followed
him.
'Howly saints" groaned Hennessy.
"Batween the pizen burrude and the
midicine / fale that sick Id as lave
be did as alive"
'Eet's a Christian act have DONE"
cried the skipper as he dosed the last
man. Not mither's son of ye s fit
to dee and | ha' geeven ye time to
repent"
In quarter OF an hour the whole
crew was leaning over the rails as sick
as lot of lady passengers on a liner
in the first blow. That night the
frugal supper of strong beef and stone
biscuit went down into thoroughly
cleansed stomachs.
the turkeys were removed to
place safe from hungry sailors and
sail needles As soon as the weather
became warn the fowls became as gay
as crickets and were all eaten in the
cabin.
When he left the boat in London
Hennessy paused on the wharf and
shook his fist at the steamer.
, Bad luck to ye, ye iron pot. II a
: man asks innything on ye he don't get
: it, and if he takes it he has to give 1t
IN with his own belonglns Bad luck
to ye,"
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