The Garland City globe. (Garland, Utah) 191?-1925, 1918-11-21


spray, managed to steer n course
to the companionway, and dragged
myself to the upper deck. A sailor
was in the galley and had started q
fire. The ship was rolling, pitching
and lurchlng. In that galley Il sound.
cd like bombardment. Pots and
pans were rattling in their racks: n
few of them had fallen out, and were
chasing each other around the deck.
Cold and miserable, crouched In
the corner, keeping myself from fall
Ing by holding on to the rnll In front
of the stove.
The sailor took compassion on me,
and made the toast and ten. How
he did Ii was marvel to me, but
later on 1 became very expert my
self.
Following the "life lines" on the
upper deck, l ut last managed 20 reach
the bridge with my pot OF tea and
two slices of toasted bread. There
were two men at the wheel. In the
darkness went up TO them and asked
for the mate. They did not answer
Just then / received Resembling
smack on the back which made my
teeth rattle, and that dreaded, gruff
voice Of the mate reached my ears
through the wind: damn you, you
hell'S spawn, keep away from the men
at the wheel or I'll throw you over
the side"
mumbled my apologies. and fol-
lowed the mate into the chart house.
lie greedily drank the ten, and In
about four bites disposed of the pieces
OF toast. The toast was soaked In
salt water and l inwardly wished that
II would poison him; in fact prayed
that the ship would sink with all on
board. Such Is sensIckness.
/ managed, somehow or other, to
make my way back to the galley. and
met my superior officer" for the
trip, the Cookie" He was about five
feet nothing In height; shriveled-up
wclshman about forty-five years old.
He reminded me OF mummy In the
Museum of Natural History In Cen
trnl park. II he had ever smiled j
am sure that his face would have
cracked. 1t seemed frozen into one
perpetual scowl. He gave one look ut
me and let out a howl.
"Blawst my headlights, an this ere
(pointing TO mel Is what I'm TO work
with on this bloomin' passage. TIM
lucky. am, not 'arf, amt" He
looked like some gorilla. The rolling
OF the ship affected him not In the
least. He seemed to sway and bend
with every movement OF the snip.
The next two or three days were q
horrible nightmare to me. How
lived through them do not know. i
had n deadly fear Of the cook. AS
soon MS he found out that could not
even boil water without burning IT he
started In to make my life a misery.
He had habit OF carrying a huge
butcher knife In his belt. Between
meals he would sit down on bench
and constantly feel the edge. at the
same time telling me what an expert
he was at carving. Later on found that
there was reason for his carrying this
knife. He and the crew were at dag
ger points. he never daring to go for
ward except in case OF necessity. and
then he was careful always to carry
his butcher knife. Down In my heart
l realized that II the occasion should
arise he would not be backward In
demonstrating his art or carving on
his opponent. That Welshman was
no better cook than i was. and the
crew soon became aware of this fact
hence their hostility.
The Cushko was a cline juicer."
sailing under the English flag. The
skipper was Slime juicer," the first
mate n "blue noser," the first engineer
Scotsman, while the crew was com
nosed OF Spaniards, Italians, Square
heads, Films, Swedes and Russians.
The bos'n was Irish, and firm be-
lever In Home Rule. A worse gang
Of cutthrOats could hardly be con-
ceived; nice. polite bunch they were.
Believe me, Bill and had our troubles.
BIZ and were the only two Ameri-
cans on board. The engineers mess
man was a Prussian, Karl Tatzner by
name. / nicknamed him Fritz" lie
was only twenty years old, but was
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