The Washington herald., 1912-06-02

| For its hey, no, blow the man down
Come all you brave hearties, who'vt
followed the sea,
An Ill sing you a song to blow the
man down"
As ths refrain sounded across the
water, the echoes came from the dark
trees along the shore; some cranes
wheeled from the marshes of the
banks, uttering a dull and gutteral
croak; while high in the air, sounded
the shrill screams of a dozen white
gulls from the neighboring ocean. The
sun was rapidly descending in the west
dark shadows were thrown upon the
surface of the water, and, as the even
ing hush fell upon the land, the deep
booming. Of bell in the town, rang out
dolefully, but distinctly, above the
was still night and nothing could be
more favorable for an expedition OF
such a nature than the elements. The
spirit of adventure was in the very air,
itself, and permeated the dull land
scape with its magic.
The boat went swiftly onward. and,
before an hour was past the low, yei-
low shore Of a little island was seen
off the right As they drew nearer to
il, Old Flintlock nudged Jack in the
ribs.
See that ar island" he said. "To
tn right thar is Norfolk Bar, that long,
low spit er Ian juttin' out inter tn
water. An you see that jes' benin II
is a kind Nv bumpy looLin' peninsula.
That's what these river fellers call
Breast Bone Knob, fer, if you look
kinder keerful-like, you'll see tn re-
semblance tew er breast bone NV tur-
key or chicken"
Sure enough, there was a distinct re-
semblance between the narrow, bump
ish strip of land and breast bone, and,
as they grew nearer to it, the resemb-
lance was even more noticeable than
before.
'The directions say, When Norfolk
Bars on starboard line said Jack. so,
as we're bearing down upon the bar,
now, / guess that we will have to Jibe,
and run her up into the wind, around
the corner of the bar, so as to get It
to starboard"
Quite right, my son, now, ware
head as l bring her about"
The sail swung over, and the little
boat, with a swift careen, now bore IN
land, around the corner of the bar, and
not fifty yards from the island to the
left Jack had been eagerly scanning
the shore, and. as his eye fell upon a
scrubby pine tree, alone and barren on
a point of land, directly opposite the
peninsula called Norfolk Bar, he sang
out:
why. that must be Sorrows Pine,
F1intlock. see, it is directly opposite
the end of the bar and is all alone and
sorrowful looking, besides being larger
than all the other trees hereabouts."
Wall, l recoln you're about right,
answered the trspper. Tn goin' now
to run this ar boat right up on tn
beach to tn left Nv that place" And,
again putting the helm over, he steered
the boat free before the wind, and, sud
denly lufing her, and letting down the
sail, shot her about and high on the
beach. Jack Immediately jumped
ashore and tied the painter to a rock
Meanwhile 4he trapper had lifted out
two spades, a pick-axe, and two Ian
terms, lying beside his rife IN the bot
tom of the craft.
Now. you measure of twenty feet,
with this ar tape, from tn edge Nv tn
grass" said Flintlock. handing Jack a
measure made of stout cord, each foot
being designated by a knot. An then
I'll foot off 100 PAGES. The poem don't
say in what direction, but l reckon as
it must be out that a way" He point
ed, as he spoke, toward the peninsula.
mo, north-northwest," Jack inter
posed. Here it says, with Breast
Bone Knob on North North West so,
with your shoulder toward it. and get
ting It at the point of my compass
here he extracted a small ships COM
pass from his pocket-"you stride off
100 PAGES, or about 800 feet"
Il reckon you're right. Now to
work.
Jack moved over to the edge of the
shore, where the green salt grass grew
down to the sand, and carefully meas
ured off twenty feet directly in front
of the pine tree, and to the left Then.
marking the place with a piece of drift
wood, the trapper stalked toward the
left, with the compass in his hand. But,
not satisfied with the result. he re-
turned, lighted a lantern. and again
paced of the distance. This time. he
seemed to be we'll pleased, for he called
out:
Wall. we're gittin' warm. Darned
ef it didn't bring me out tew this here
boulder, this time, an from tn looks
Nv it, / would say that it had been put
here as a marker Fer there amt no
stones, at all, hereabouts"
Jack ran to where he was standing,
and, after he had examined the stone
for a moment, an expression of sur
prise burst from his lips
by gracious, FiIntlock. we've dis
covered the right place, sure" he ejacu-
lated. For, don't you remember that
the directions say, With Breast Bone
Knob on North North West, 100 PAGES,
a broke spades crest? And here,
chiselled on the side of this boulder,
IS what l take to be the outline of
broken spade. Come, look at it, and
tell me what you think?"
"I think it's about what YOU say"
the trapper, for as he ran
MS large hand over the side of the
rock, he could distinctly feel a CHS
.lled indentation, which, upon inspec-
-ion with the lanterns light, appeared
% be- the rough resemblance Of a
ipade, with the hands broken short off
lear the end. Wonder what tn feller
who put that on meant by sich a car
nm? Don't mean anythin', except they
nought have broke spade when dig |
yin'.
Jack did not reply, for he was now
Justly prying up the side of the boul- |
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