Year: 1879

| big that l had to knock two berths into one to give him room in his cabin. and he could hardly turn even then. But he took it cheerfully enough. Once made some remark about the closeness of his quarters, and he said: There's tighter places than this in the world, captain.'

 "Tweed went on deck for the first | time on the morning of his fourth day on board. He had eaten hearty break fast and was very jolly. About noon we sighted the schooner Commerce, from Baracoa to Boston, with fruit, and he became uneasy at once. The Commerce ran down toward us and signaled us to compare longitudes. This seemed to set poor Uncle John wild.

 What do they wantP' he asked anxiously.

 "'To exchange longitudes,' I replied. | "'A Are you sure of thatp

 | "' Of course am.' | "He walked away muttering to him. self. When we parted company with the Commerce. Inoticed that Tweed was not on deck Neither was he in his cabin. I called him and he walked out of a closet, little sweat-box scarcely big edgeways. He was bathed in perspira- tion and as shaky as baby. It took 8 big drink to steady his nerves. When I explained that the Commerce was not from New Y York he had good laugh at his own expense. r.f.,.. r,.. E.-z+

 "He and Hunt managed between them to kill time very comfortably. They had heaps of papers and some and talked over. They talked politics a great deal, too, but 1 never was much of a fist at that, so l didn't very clearly understand what they were at. Tweed spoke to me sometimes on the same subject, and even mentioned the names of Sweeny, Connolly and the others, tell ing stories about them. knew of them, of course, but most of the other names l he mentioned were strange to me. I have 1 heard them since in connection with the ring business, but hadn't then.

 ''Tweed took great interest in navi- gation, and followed me when took my 1 observations with much attention. I explained the instrument to him and the | figures on which my calculations were based, but he said laughingly that they were as clear as mud to him. One thing he could do, though-that was, mark the time on the chronometer when 1 I took the longitude. He did it regular 1 ly, and called it working his passage ] ''He would batter around the deck, too, and once tore half the seat of his 1 pantaloons off on barrel hoop. I had noticed that he had not changed them | since coming aboard. Then found that they were the only pair he had. I lent him pair of mine, which he managed | to squeeze into while his own were be- ing mended. When he gave them back to me he had left handsome penknife in the pocket for a keepsake. I've got that knife yet. I wondered at the time at his being so short of clothes. After ward it struck me that he was hard man to fit. He couldn't get his clothes ready-made, and while he was in hiding he was afraid to have a tailor make any. -7I

 "Tweed took great interest in the sea and everything about it. We generally had lines put over the stern, and when ever we hooked a fish he examined it before it was turned over to the cook. A little shark we caught kept him busy for a couple of hours. Then, when we men used to fish up whole bushels of it for him. He would pick out the crabs and sea spiders from the wrack and hunt up the descriptions of them in a couple of old books I had in the cabin. He and Hunt collected a whole jar full of the ugly things, but they left them behind when they landed.

 "Flying-fish were another hobby with him. A whole school of them flew on

 

 of the deck lanterns on our big white sails. Old Sam, our cook, took the back bone out of a lot of them and fried them for our breakfast. I thought Tweed would never get through that morning. He said the flying-fsh made one of the best dishes he ever ate in his life. It struck me that was paying them big compliment.

 He took great fancy to dolphin, rr ba,, Co, fo do, s,, a curry. AS an eater, however, Tweed was by no means out of the way. After he got over his sickness he had a good appetite, but nothing extraor- dinary; and he would eat ships fare, and leave the extra dishes had provided for Hunt and me to finish off. In drink ing he was equally temperate. A glass of brandy now and then when his stom- ach wanted toning was about the worst he did. My supply of liquor was hardly touched during the voyage.

 II soon found that neither Tweed nor Hunt knew where they were going. They wanted to land in Cuba, but had no idea at what point. All the satisfac- tion got from Hunt when l asked him where to steer, was Make for the east end of Cuba So I shaped our course for Cape Maysi, the extreme eastern point of the island.

 When we got clear of the Bahamas, Hunt told me they had concluded to land at Santiago de Cuba. They had settled on that place from book they had brought on board. It was the mar rative of winter voyage in yacht, among the West Indies, written by some yacht club man and published in New York. It was called West India Pickles

 Among the places described in West India Pickles was Santiago de Cuba Tweed had taken fancy to it from the description, but when he found another of Matanzas, he did not know which to choose. Hunt favored Santiago. So they made toss up oft, with the head of a twenty dollar piece for Santiago and the tail for Matanzas. Head won. Tweeds nervousness had all disappeared by this time, and he was as gay as a