Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1910-03-26
CHAPTER x.-Continued.

The change in the man speaking
held me breathless; his cant. his usu-
ally oily method of utterance had
merged into an earnestness full of
fascination.
We'll. that was about all, sir" his
voice sinking back into commonplace.
I'm two hours we were out o. sight,
an feelin' our way through a blindin
snow squall. But it was such rum
thing. discoverin' them islands out
there all uncharted, with that queer
ghost ship perchin' on em, that
wrote down the latitude an longitude
an the hooker's name in my log -book.
We was about three weeks maxim the
West Falklands, where | shipped a
few more hands, an then bore away
north for home"
He drew plug of tobacco from out
his coat-tail pocket, cut off what he
headed, and slowed it away in his
cheek He ran his fingers through his
thia, hair, and resumed
H&pBout Is months later l was back
witt the OF Betsy in the South Pa
I'm, hardly a ripple anywhere, my
mate run her nose onto a rock, a
couple o hundred miles south o. Eas-
ter island, an in less than 20 minutes
the bark had gone down like a stone.
We made Easter island in the boats
without much trouble, but it want so
easy to get away. / had six weeks of
I oh NJ
shipped afore the mast on a sandal
wood trader De Nova here was mate,
an finally, huntin' goods to peddle
among the islanders, we sailed into
Valparaiso an the most of us shipped
out. Well, by that time / wasn't
thinkin' very often about that ice
ship down in the Antar'tic; / was
hustlin for some sort O. berth to take
me back to the States. But one night
down in Rodrigues' back room, where
/ hung out, | got to talkin' with a
gambler named Francisco-the same
smooth duck who introduced himself
as De Castillo to you, sir. He was an
educated man, an seemed to like to
hear me talk, an among other sea
yarns l happened to tell him this one
Ha seemed mighty interested, although
heSswasn't never given to seafarin'
an9'asked me whole pile O. fool ques
tons. Finally he wanted to meet me
again alone the next day.
"Well, having nothin' better to do
was there when he came, an he
showed up with a queer-lookin', big
lxaIf -.
under his arm. Then he made me tel
him that yarn over again, and de
scfibe the ship jest exactly as 1 re
nsembered it. Then, when I'd go
through, an told him everything
could dig out o my memory, he opened
up that book o. his on the table, an
damme, sir, If he didn't show me {
picture of that same oil hooker, plair
as life, only everything was trim an
shipshape on board, with the masts VI
an the sails drawin'. The name wa!
printed underneath, too-Donna lisa
bel, Cadiz.
THAT book he showed me wa!
printed in Spanish-not just like wha
you see to-day, sir, but the letterin' al
rough, do IL udu DCCu Cut Ou
o,wood, but the fellow showed me tn,
Src when it was printed. an it rea'
'S7i,ille, 1779,' plain enough. Francisc,
wrote out in English what he said wa
printed there about this Donna lisa
bel; an there it is, sir, in his owl
handwritin'."
He took the paper out Of his inne
coat pocket and spread it open oil
the table before us. De Nova AM
Anderson leaned forward eagerly t
look at it, but Tuttle showed 1t alons
toward me.
Read it out loud, sir" he said. hi
voice trembling. The writing was no
clear, and held it up to the light.
"Galleon Donna Isabel, ship-rigged
$50 tons, Amador, Master, built 1870
home port Cadiz. Sailed Guayaqui
for Valencia, June IL, 1853; crew mum