New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-09-29
CHAPTER vi.

nois and I shared on our vOy-
~ age through the long water
ways leading down to the great river.
but Of these make small mention.
Two things grew on me in conviction
first, loved Helena Emory more
and more each day Of my life, and,
second, that must see her at the
first moment possible in spite Of all
my resolutions to put her out Of my
life forever. And, these two things be-
ing, assured, when we saw the rolling
yellowish flood Of the Father Of the
Waters at last sweeping before us
realized that, bound as was in honor
to hold on with my faithful band, our
craft, the Sea Rover-sixteen feet long
she was and we'll equipped with
long toms and deck carronades-would
have no chance to overtake the Belle
Helene, fastest yacht on the great
lakes, which might, so far as I could
tell, at that very moment be cleaving
through the Chicago canal to enter the
great river hundreds of miles ahead
of us.
Wherefore, leaving my bold mates in
bfvouac one day, made journey to
the nearest town. There I sent GER
tain messages to anxious parents and
left for them our probable itinerary as
tourists travelling by private convey
ance. I could not set our future dates
and ports more closely together, for
before left town I had purchased a
sturdy power boat of our own, capable
of doing her ten or twelve miles IN
der her own petrol. was in no mind
to fall farther and farther back of the
Belle Helene each day, and counted
upon our piratical energy to keep us
going more hours a day than Cal Da-
vidson-curses on him!-would be apt
to travel.
"This is a prize, our first capture"
l explained to the boys. "And since
she has struck her colors let us mount
our own at her foremost and ship our
band to a bigger and faster craft"
The late owner, who bore the name
of Robinson, looked on much perplex-
ed, and, think, in some apprehension,
for he must have thought us danger
GUS, whether sane or mad.
who'll run hery' he at length de-
manded Of me, looking from me to my
two associates. Then forth and stood,
Jean LATTE and answered question
I confess had not yet myself asked:
"Ho! I guess fellow who can run a
gasoline pump in creamery can han
die one Of them things. So think not.
fellow, to escape usv'
I treasured Robinson, who was ap-
parently ready to make a run for it.
and explained to LATTE and LOlon-
nols my plan.
'We'll by no means discard our brig,
the original Sea Rover" said I, land
We'll tow her along as our tender. But
We'll chr1sten the prize the Sea Rover
instead and hoist our flag over her
and paint on her name at the first
point Of call we make. Now, let us
hasten, for 1000 miles of sea lie be-
fore US, and Robinson is also five
miles from home"
you're in hurry, Black Bart.
What makes you" And even LOlon-
nois turned searching gaze upon me.
well, I'll show you my true colors,'
said I. II am more careless Of taking
treasure than of capturing certain
maiden who fees before us yonder on
swift craft, speedier than our own.
Lay me alongside Of her. this week,
next month, this winter, and my share
of the other booty shall be yoursv'
"Black Bart" said LATTE, II knew
something was sort of bothering you.
So It's you for the fair captive, huhY'
We sped on now steadily, day by de-
lightful day. and ever arose in my soul