Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-06-25

Whit of the protested ratons as the men went Bly,
"Phew" He assembled to the bridge.
The Captain turned to him. did you see those two2
Grub What do they know of grub? In the novels
they come from they good grub"
Moves made no answer He interested Just then
in the pumpman, who now came stroling along and
presently overlook the protesting sailors The better
observe proceedings, Moves took his station the
chart bridge aft
"And did you fellows think that any polite game Of
conversation UP on the bridge going to get you
shift of ratons?' the punpman saying. Don't
you know that what he of the ships allowance
goes into his pocket? What you fellows want to
do is go and scare the cook to DEATH halfway it.
If it's only for couple of DAYS, it'll help. Here, let's
go back and shake him up. Besides, we might as well
have little fun. You'd think it crime laugh
on this ship. Come on
The galley little house by itself on the after
deck of the ship Moves the pumpman call out the
cook, and after time, their voices raising, he heard
"Now, Cooly, of that slush! Mind you, I'm
wasting no time talking to the Captain. I'm talking
to you. We know that he slips you little tenspot
every month for keeping down the grub bills; but
if he does, you'll have dig something better"
I'LL give you what pleased"
"You will, will your" The cook was a good sized
man. and he held skillet in his hand; but he taken
by surprise. The pumpman whipped the skillet from
him, whirled him about him into his galley, and
closed and boted the door behind hin. A stovepipe
projected from the roof of the galley The pumpman
climbed up stuffed bunch of wet cotton waste into
the sovepipe. and then, with valve which he seemed
to be taking apart, took his stand by the tarail.
Every few minutes he got up from his valve put his
to the door of the shack and listened After twenty
minutes he opened the door and took the cook
MOVES looked up to if the Captain had witnessed
the little comedy Evidently he had; for he was
swearing to himself Noyes still chucklng the
picture of the scared cook, when the pumpman came
walking forward. He swinging pair of Stillson
wrencheS, one in each hand, if they were Indian
clubs, and singing as he came
Our ship she was laborn' in the Gulf O. Mexico
The skipper on the quarter, with eyes alot and low.
Says he My bucko boys, it's surely goin to blow!
Take blessed from her. strip her from toe to toe.
And wei see what she make of it,"
And-Oh, my eyes, it blew! And blew and blew!
And blew and blewl My SOUL how it did blow!
Aboard the Flying Walr11s in the Gulf o Mexico.
The sea
He 1eaped to side heavy block, triple sheaved,
bounded on the steel deck beside him. The pumpman
looked up Above him, between two forestays, the
bosn rigging up sort of hosting arrangement.
"Fine business But did you think for minute, you
stall fed squash, didn't have my eye your
1t took the DO sn minute two find his tongue.
When he did, it was to say, "Young fela did you ship
for aopera singer w'at?' l.,
The pumpnan called back sweety al shipped for what
you'll find my signed against in the articles, and I'm
the job every minute. And I'll 60 singing if it
pleases And it pleases me- finnish that song too"
"No this ship you won't, less you sing it in your
sleep and me not in hearin'! YOU"
"Ill finish it on this Ship Son. And it won't be in
my Sleep and you'll be within hearing"
A group of deckhands snckered, and the DO sn pre-
tended to climb down from the rigging @You swine!
What the"
They retreated in terror 1--WE wasn't laughin' at
you, Bo'sn."
"We, see that yuh don't yuh cross eyed whelps- see
that yuh dont"