The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1915-02-18
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CHAPTER XII.

| of them shady, and some Of them pi-
rates Of the first water who did not
find it necessary to hoist aloft the
skull and bones. The seas are dotted
with them They remind you Of the
once prosperous merchant, run down
at the heel, who sinks along the side
streets, ashamed to meet those he
knew In the past You never hear
them mentioned in the maritime news.
which Is the society column Of the
ships: you know OF their existence
only by the bleached bones Of them,
istrewn along the coast
You who crave adventures on high
seas. you purchase ticket, steamer
chair, and couple of popular novels.
Ego on board to the blare of very
indifferent brass band. and believe you
are adventuring; when, as matter Of
fact, you are about to spend q dull
where the most exciting thing Is the
'bugle's call to meals or the discovery
of card sharp in the smoking room.
Take q real ship, go as supercargo. to
the South seas; take the side streets
of the ocean, and learn what 1t can
do with NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., blister
ing Gains. and mems souls. There will
be adventure enough then. If you are
= weakling, either you are made
strong, or you die.
An honest ship, but run down at
the heel. rode at anchor in the sound.
q fourth-rater of the hooker breed;
that Is, her principal line Of business
was hauling barges up and down the
coast. When she could not pick up
enough barges to make it nay, why,
she'd 60 gallivanting down to Cuba for
bales of tobacco or even to the Ber-
mudas for the heaven smelling onion
To-day she was an onion ship; which
| precludes any idea Of adventure. She
was about four thousand tons, and her
engines were sternward and not
amidship. She carried two masts and
{. half dozen hoist booms. and the only
visible sign Of anything new on her
was her bowsprit. This was new doubts
leg; because she had poked her nose
too far into her last slip.
Hc- crew was orderly and tractable.
There were shore DRINKS. to be sure,
because they were sailors; but they
were at work. They moved about
briaklY. for they were on the point Of
cain for the Bahamas perhaps for;
| moro onions. Presently the windlass
creaked and shrilled, and the blobby
| links, much in need Of tar paint. red
% flsh gills. clattered down into the
bow. Sometimes they painted the
chain as 1t came over; but paint WAS
costly. and this was done only whom
the anchor threatened to stay on the
| bottom.
There was sailor among this crew,
and he went by the name Of Steve
Blossom; and he was one Of his kind. A
| grimy dime novel protruded rakishly
from his hip pocket, and his right
cheek was swollen ~ with the tooth
ache. due. probably, to . generous
"chaw" Of seaman's Delight. He was
real tobacco chewer. for he rarely
spat. He was 40 peaceful 90 back
water bay In summer: non-argumenta-
tive and passive, he stood his watch
in fair weather and foul.
No one gave the anchor any more
attention after 1t came to rest. The
great city over the way was fairy-like
In its haziness and softened lines. Il
/ was the poetry Of angles. OF shafts
and spars Of stone; and Steve Bios
som, having moment to himself.
leaned against the rail and stared re-
4 gretfully. He had been generously
drunk the night before, and It was Z
pleasant recollection. Chance led his
glance to trail down the cutwatef. Hfs
| neck stretched from his collar like q
turtles from it, shell.
We'll, I'll be hornswoggled!" he
murmured, shifting his cud from star
board to port.
Caught on the fluke Of the anchor
| was the strangest looking box he had
n ever laid eyes on. There were leathea
| and steel bands and diamond-shaped
H ivory and mother Of pearl. and It hung
jauntily on the point Of the rusty luke.
Anybody would be hornswoggled to
/ glimpse such . droll Jest Of fate. On
the fluke of the old mudhook. by .
hair, you might say. In all the wild
there was nothing to match this.
ii Treasure!
And Steve was destined never to be
passive again. His hrst impulse was
to call his companions; his second Inn
pulse was to say nothing at all, and
wait for an opportunity to get the box
to his bunk without being detected.
Treasure! Diamonds and rubies and
pearls and old Spanish gold; all hang
ing to the fuke Of the anchor.
| "Hornswoggled!" in a kind Of ave-
some whisper this time. "An' we
aheadin' for tn Bahamas!" For under
his feet he could hear the rhythm Of
engines. "What'll do? II leave it,
some one else1l see it." He scratched
his chin perplexedly; and the cud went
back to starboard. II got it,"
He took of his coat and carefully