Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-03-23

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Waterman read the burial
service over those men who died
on deck. But he wouldn't have
anything to do with the two
would-be murderers he'd killed
himself. He gave the crew per-
mission to bury them and read a
service but no one'd have any
thing to do with il so they were
thrown overheard and the sea
was none the cleaner for their
coming.
So they arrived in San Fran
cisco. But as soon as the Chal-
lenge let go anchor in the bay she
was boarded by crimps and run
ners who at once took the crew
and their dunnage ashore. This
was the usual caper in them days
and the captain had to pay
mighty high prices for longshore-
men to warp his ship alongside.
When the crew got ashore they
lost no time in telling the horrible
yarns Of how Bully Waterman
treated them, starved and beaten
TO death were some. they said,
six men shook off the mizzen
yard and dropped oversize like
rats. The Challenge was a hell
ship and Waterman the worst
devil aflnat That WAS the be-
ginning of the attack on Water
man, but he proved himself as
told you earlier. The agents
questioned the passengers who
said that he had acted just right,
and that he hadn't had his clothes
off from the time they left New
York until they got to San Fran
cisco. He didn't even sleep in
his cabin; he slept on a transom
In the chartroom. You see, he
was captain and he was respons-
-fbie- fer-his ship. couldn't
trust a man aboard TO take her
around the Horn, so he did II
himself. I tell you they don't
come like Bully Waterman any
more.
Well, the newspapers in San
Francisco ate their words about
the brute and the devil. They
apologized handsomely and later
on made it up to him by making
him Port Warden. But Water
man was through with the sea.
He retired and founded the city
of Fairfield and there he died
not so many years ago. OF course
in these days of radio and so on,
such stories could never get
around. But seventy years ago
a ship left port and was never
heard of until she reached her
next call unless she spoke a
craft at sea. So first man ashore
got the first yarn in.
NES SIR, Bully Waterman GER
tainly was a hard case; but
he had to be. But there was a
harder one than he. and that
sea-devil was hard because he
liked to be. He hated all men,
and he hated the sea worse than
all. Sounds funny. don't it, that
a man who hated the sea should
be shipmaster?
His name was Jasper Pen
rose, and he was tall and slim
and a dandy in his dress. One
of those guys who might be
twenty-five. or might be forty.
His face was long and dark, sort
of MISUNDERSTANDING, his brows
met across his forehead in q
thick. black line, and below 'em
his eyes were dark and dead as
a snakes. He had a high. thin
nose, and a mouth that really
belonged on a woman, and a
damned bad woman at that.
He owned hermaphrodite brig
named the Flying Dutchman
and that was bad-lHek name
for any craft. She was a beauty
though, with a kind of evil
beauty like her masters: long
low, flush decked, extreme clip
per-built, with raking masts
that bent like coach whips in a
wind. She could ghost along ir
a vacuum, I've been told. Wher
other craft wallowed with Stat.
ting sails in the doldrums she
came creeping over the horizon
her sails just trembling as II
they'd a secret wind all theil
own, and she'd sneak past every
thing. her dandy captain loung'
ing on the poop and sneering al
better men.
No honest crew ever sailed In