Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-05

group he'd finished locking and held my hands
together IS II mine too. were locked, and no one
noticed me. watched my chance and in an
instant when no one was looking, pushed the
handouts up my left arm and carefully pulled
my blue shirt sleeve down to cover them.
well, when we were landing on the beach
in the small boats. stood up In the bow and
sung out to the boys How many OF you saved
your handcuffs?' I pulled up my .;leeve and
showed the only ones in the crowd. When
got back to Marion, Daniel Hall, the station
master. offered me two dollars for them, but
said wouldn't take two hundred dollars. I
have them now, and my children have had
them to play with, and my grandchildren,
too.
1--WE landed at Flores in the Azores, and there
we stayed a month. cared for by the American
consul The Portuguese people treated us
royalty, and I can't say enough in praise of
their hospitality We were sent home In a
packet bound for Boston.
well, it's a strange thing that, as the old
poet said Mountains never meet, but men
sometimes do and it's q true saying. a few
years ago was riding in street car over to
New Bedford, and q man who had Summer
place here sat next to me. He was some kind
of o deputy duke from Portugal" Capt. Hill
1er's daughter interiected at this point, He
was q viscount, father" WELL it's all the
same" the captain said, placidly. Nov this
duke lived in the Azores and got to talk
ing and he told me story of seeing prisoners,
when he was o boy of IA landed in the
Azores from the Alabama. He laughed and
told how young STRIPPING got away with his
handouts, and stood up in the boat and shook
them angrily at the Alabama. I said, Come
over to my house and will show you those
very handouts The duke, he is dead now,
too" said the captain with q sigh
Many boys nowadays begin their life work
when they are %, but Hitler, the young
STRIPPING" had been at sea seven years already
when I got my picture taken to give to my
mother, before went on my first voyage, I
was just 15," Capt. Hitler said. land my
mother cried and felt pretty bad. guess, but I
was looking forward to the good whalin' was
to get"
AS I listened to his next story I wondered
what his mother would have felt il she could
have foreSeen him pitched from q speeding
whaleboat directly into q whales jaws, then
sliding out Of the monsters mouth and under
the full length of his thrashing body! 1t is
lucky for the mothers that they can't foreSee
some of those things
II made my first voyage common sailor
in the bark Willis" said the old captain, land
the first day I took my trick at the wheel
The best whaling grounds were the Pacific
whaling grounds round Cape Horn and round
the coast of Africa. Sometimes we sailed for
the Hatteras ground too. Our motto was, "A
dead whale a stove boat. Whales are good
fish, in spite of what some folks say. They are
a frightened fish, and L never angry
whale only when harpOon was in his vitals
and he was in agony. L never saw vicious
or q mean whale. Some ladies asked once how
we killed the whale before they had lances"
Capt. Hitler chuckled and said dryly. 1--WE told
her we whipped EN- to death with fathom of
towline.
"WELL." with a reminiscent sigh of content
that a good voyage for a boy of
IS. I went for three years voyage, but