The Columbus journal., 1910-01-12
Tuste Wheeled Stared, His Jaw Working savaeey.

| The captains bride was fair 20 see:
Swing hard. bend low.
| She Knocked at him; she smiled at me:
Swing hard. bend low!
| oh. to he'll wild that sorter love-sick
| stuff" cried a protesting voice. hoarse
! !y. That's no good sailor song. Bill
! Give US sOmethin' TO start our pipes.
| The giant in the chair scowled.
ie're a lot O dubs, an not fit sail
or-men." he retorted. savageiy, drain
ing his glass: but I've got a chorus
| yen sing or fight me, an dam if
| care much which. Now take grip at
this:
A mighty man was Pat Mccain.
Who sailed upon the sea:
Within his hold he hid the gold.
He stole in Barbaree.
In Barbaree. in Barbaree
The men lie mute,
He has the loot.
He found in Rarbaree.
They were still at it. the motley.
mOngrel crew their hoarSe. drink
thickened voices roaring out lines full
of the fierce swing of the deep sea.
their glasses pounding in unison on
the tables. as l pushed my way
through them up to the sloppy bar
and faced the fellow standing behind
is there a Yankee whaleman here
by the name of Tuttle?" l asked.
He stared at me. his eyes squirting.
while the wild chorus began to die
away like clock run down.
bill. whar's Cap Tut" he called
out finally. Here's a cove wants
him"
The red-headed giant. perched aloft
On the chair, flung one hand indiffer-
entity across his shoulder toward the
rear of the room
Come ON again. mates" he roared.
Another drink. and another song.
Spit it out this time-'Swing hard!
Bend low"
Hes yonder in the back room:
through that door, mate" said the
bartender. shortly. Better not tread
on any of the lads feet goin' in, unless
maybe ye're here tonight huntin'
trouble. They're just bout drunk
enough now to be ready to start q
row." -
picked my way with caution. the
fierce Tilt of that devils chorus stun
ming my ears. the hairy faces con-
fronting me scOwlingly suggestive Of
any crime. Saint Andrew! thought
sOberiy. If this was still the day of
pirates here was brood ready for
Matching. With feeling of positive
relief pressed open the heavy wood
en- door, stepped within and closed 1t
carefully behind me. So tightly fitting
and solid the wood It instantly shut
out completely the mad riot of the
barro0m. II was like coming into a
new world. Two men sat alone a. =
small. round table smoking, between
them short-necked black bottle with
glasses, and 4 scattered deck Of greasy
cards. The~one nearest where I stood.
tall. long limbed. angular. his face thin
and made to appear more 20 from Q
sandy chin-whisker, had his kneee
swung over the arm of his chair. .
bald spot on the top of his head shin
ing conspicuously beneath the rays o.
the lamp. His companion was consid-
erahly younger. somewhat trim 0k
build. with black. curling. hair. and
small mustaches curled upward at
the tips He was OF a complexion to
make ME think him either q creole or
quadrOon. but with smiling lips and Q
light in his merry eyes bespeaking a
temperament Of good humor.
Capt. Eli Tuttle?" I questioned
Goubtfully.
The older man slowly deposited lis
feet on the floor and stood up. He
was trifle round-shouldered. attired
in a black frock coat which dang.ed
TO the knees, and his eyes of cold gray
narrowed into mere Sits as he in
spected me with undisguised sus-
picion.
The spirit which for 20 years hath