The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1912-01-15

Half Acre. an gettin' a kick in the
head that laid him out cold fer a
while. Seemed all right when he
came board. though. an turned to
like a good one.
We was bound down to Santa Cruz.
an fust thing queer I noticed bout
Warren-that was his narne-he told
me when we was town down the river
that Santa Cruz wasn't a fit place TOR
any decent man to 20 to, bein's there
was SO much rum. there. Stopped in
to Northport a few days waitin' for
the fog to scale up, an all the time
we was there Warren he put in listen.
in to the ministers and gospel singers
up to the camp meetin'. Folks down
long that shore knew Warren we'll,
an a lobster man told me he was
cracked on religion. an had been that
way ever since he had some trouble
up to Bangor. Fore that he was jest
an ordinary. plain-goin' kind o Teller.
that would cuss some. drink . good
deal. an 80 on, but nothin' to hurt.
well. sir. we got under way a few
days after that. an I thought nothin.
more bout Warren an his religion.
! He acted all right IN the voyage out,
an he didn't say nothin' bout rum
bein' too plenty down to Santa Cruz
while he vas there-not ever when
we took in a few kegs Of it an slowed
HsA ~ WV. oA WV"
nip out. o this extra stores on the
way home. when We felt like 1t, but
Warren he wouldn't take a drop. Said
it made his head ache in one spot.
You feel there says he to me. an
you'll feel a lump. That there lump
come along OF Ticker. a y when l take
any now ! have a pain there fit to split
my skull. You don't git no more OF
the stuff inter me-
Well, comm onto the coast I
noticed that Warren took to singin'
over all them hymns he heard to
Northport. Some O. them was real
good. too. an Warren was a fine sim
ger. The mate said his voice was
I harytone. He seemed to have two or
three favorites. like Where's Ny
Wand'ing Boy Tonight L Know That
MY Redeemer Liveth' an Throw Out
the Lifeline Specially the last one,
He'd sing them all through his watch
on deck, an when we was turned in
after eight bells, 1t used to bother us
a great deal. ! didn't want to tell him
to quit. he befn' such a well man.
nercd Teller. an it bein' church songs,
too. so we let him drive.
we come onto the shoals all right
an called to the Vineyard for orders.
which was Bangor. an when he was
comm UP along the cape l says to
Warren. says l.: Well. here We are
oAk SlIoIlluIII oh III, A1T, dITen. IKE
homo soon.'
The answer he made ME sort G.
startled me. I a tell you. Says he:
Yes. sir. there's Catham two lights,
an 1t amt a great ways to MonheKan,
put you never can tell what's goin' to
happen. Aany's the good vessil that's
gone to wreck twixt here an Monhe-
gan. an no n can tell what come o.
her. Mebbee some o. us will never
set foot ashore
Now, with a good. tight vessil. an
weather fit fer a Sunday school picnic,
couldn't see no call fer talks like
that. an ] was jest goin' to say so,
When ! noticed a queer look in War.
rem eyes. There wasn't nothin' to
stare at 'cept a couple o barge tows
abeam. but he was aoolkin' straight
ahead S if he see a waterproof. or a
vessil affre--sort' o. starin' fierce like,
an a trarnpin' back and forth acrost
the quarter like a tiger in a cage. I
mad to go below to fix up some pa.
pers. an so I let Warren drop right
there. an thought no more bout him
tiil the next night. when his watch
come on deck.
Fl seemed to be all right an cool's
a cucumber then. SO I turned in, but
old Mr.. Coombs, the mate, he'd
better turn out at four bells. as I ex-
pectd she'd be raisin' Monhegan by 10
O'Clock, an 1t might shut in thick.
Warren started in singin' ag'in that
all the time. Throw Out the Life.
line I went to sleep with that ring
in in my ears.
1T must have been close to four
bells when l was reused up by a lot
o. loud talk on deck. l listened, am
all / could make out Of 1t was an
argument bout the course. I heard
NJ; Coombs say to keep her off, an u
little after that I heard what I took
to be the whistlings bouy on Monhe-
gan an the bell on Duck Rocks.
Things quieted down, an I dozed of
az In. only to be reused up aR'fn q
little later by a racket fit to wake the
dead. """
II heard Mr.. coombs yellin: Star.
tryin' to do! starbnard, liveiy!' Then
I heard him runnin' att from the
waist. an jumpin'- up on to the quar-.
Ter. yellin' at Warren. who yelled
back: I'll tend to this wheel-you
git for'ards an say "our. prayers, fer
We'll all be In kingdom come in about
est 7 ever did. an fore / could cit my
pants on ] heard a heavy fall on deck.
grabbed the fu.t thing that come
handy-a bottle ots;;this same santa
Cruz rum I've been tellin' bout, an
went up that companionway in two
Jumps. When 1 got onto the quarter
there was Warren standin' at the
wheel. both hands grippin' the spokes
an the Ocean Wave a-headin' straight
for the breakers on White Head, with
a smart breeze blowin' I'm the south.
southeast. Mr.. Coombs was a layin'
gil in a heap in the lee scuppers, just
forard Of the break o the poop, an
the two other fellers in the watch was
standin' at the weather fore rtgein'
lookin' scarf to death.
II yelled to Warren. tstarboard that
wheel! What the. hi 2 you about
herer
"He Jest shook his head an smiled
kind o %rhournful at me. saying: oh.
you're goin' toe. It's time for all Of
us; Never was no luck in kerryin'
licker.'
Seem that he was clean off I made
a jump for him. but he was ready fer