6
NIGHT ON THE SHOHE.
Oark Is the sea and dark the sky:
hurrying clouds drive swiftly by.
And the waves are wild to-night!
They laugh at the bird that cries on the
eras.
The seaweed from off the rocks they drag;
There is never a one that care 9 to lag.
And they shout In glee at their might.
Hither and thither they ever roam,
Lashing themselves to glistening foam.
Over the black niirht sea.
They lon# to leap their rocky bound.
To »eek the heighc where freedom is found.
To run with loy o'er the sandy mound.
And over the world to flee.
Then up and up the granite wall
They hurt themselves, but> back they fall,
Dcnvn through the dizzying air.
lip. with a shriek of rage and pain.
They dash from the crest of the foaming
main,
Climbing so madly! Rut back again
They fall with a roar of despair.
The soul of man would sometimes leap
The environments that round It sweep.
But Its bonds are set: like the mighty deep,
It must not seek to know.
As tn th' morning the waives will lap the
shore.
The soul must be content as before.
Till the great unknown is the evermore
Which God Himself shall show.
—Bessie A. Burrows, in Midland Monthly.
PART 11.
CHAPTER X. —CONTINUED.
"Now, that bird," Silver would say,
"is' maybe, 200 years old, Hawkins'—
they live forever mostly; and if any
body's seen more wickedness, it must
be the devil himself. She's sailed with
England—the great (.'apt. England,
the pirate. She's been at Madagascar,
and at Malabar and Surinam, and
Providence, and Portobello. She was
at the fishing up of the wrecked plate
ships. It's there she learned 'Pieces of
eight,' and little wonder; 350,000 of
'em, Hawkins! She was at the board
ing of the 'Viceroy of the Indies' out
of Goa, she was; and to look at her
you would think she was a babby. But
you smelled powder didn't you,
chp'n ?"
"Stand by togo about," the parrot
would scream.
"Ah, she's u handsome craft, she is,"
the cook would say, and give her sugar
from his pocket, and then the bird
would peck at the bars and swear
straight on, passing belief for wicked
ness. "There," John would add, "you
can't touch pitch and not be mucked,
lad. Here's this poor old innocent
bird of mine swearing blue fire, and
none the wiser, you may lay to that.
She would swear the same, in a manner
of speaking, before the chaplain." And
John would touch his forelock with a
solemn way he had, that made me think
he was the best of men.
In the meantime, the squire and Capt.
Smollett were still on pretty distant
terms with one another. The squire
made no bones about the matter; he
despised the captain. The captain, on
his part, never spoke but when he was
spoken to, and then sharp and short
and dry, and not a word wasted. He
owned, when driven into a corner, that
he seemed to have been wrong about
the crew, that some of them were as
brisk as he wanted to see, and all had
behaved fairly well. As for the skip, he
had taken a downright fancy to her
"She'll lie a point nearer the wind than
a man has a right to expect of his own
married wife, sir. But," he would add,
"all I say is. we're not home again, and
I don't like the cruise."
The squire, at this, would turn away
and march up and down the deck, chin
in air.
"A trifle more of that man,"he
would say, "and I should explode."
We had some heavy weather which
only proved the qualities of the
"Hispaniola." Every man on boafd
seemed well content, and they
must have been hard to please
If they had been otherwise; for
it is my belief there was never a ship's
company so spoiled since Noah put to
sea. Double grog was going on the
least excuse; there was duff on odd
days, as for instance, if the squire
heard it was any man's birthday; and
always a barrel of apples standing
broached in the waist, for anj'one to
help himself that had a fancy.
"Never knew good to come of it yet,"
the captain said to Dr. Livesey. "Spoil
fok's'le hands, make devils. That's* my
belief."
But good did come of the apple bar
rel, as you shall hear; for if it had not
been for that, we should have had no
note of warning and might all have
perished by the hand of treachery.
This is how it came about:
We had run up the trades to get the
wind of the island we were after —I am
not allowed to be mor« plain—and now
we were running down for it with a
bright lookout day and night. It was
about the last day of our outward voy
age, by the largest computation; some
time that night, or, at latest, before
noon of th« morrow, we should sight
the Treasure island. We were heading
S. S. W. «nd had a steady breeze
abeam and a quiet sea. The "Hispan
iola" rolled steadily, dipping her bow
sprit now and then with a whiff of
spray. All was drawing atowand aloft;
every one was in the bravest spirits,
because we were now so near an end
of the first -part of our adventure.
Now. just after sundown, when all
iny work was over, and I was on my
way to my berth, it occurred to me
that I should like an apple. Iran on
deck. The watch was all forward look
ing ont for the island. The man at the
helm was watching the luff of the
sail, and whistling away gently to him
self; and that was the only sound ex
cepting the swish of the sea against the
bows and around the sides of the ship.
In I got bodily inito fhe apple barrel,
ißnd found there was scarce an apple
left; but, sitting down there in the
dark, what with the sound of the wa
ters and the rocking movement of the
ship. I had either fallen asleep, or was
on the point of doing-so, when a heavy
man sat down with rather a clash close
by. The barrel shook as he leaned his
shoulders against it, and I was just
about to jump up when the man began
to speak. It was Silver's voice, and
before I had heard 1 a dozen words, I
•would not have shown myself for all
the world, but lay there, tremblingand
listening, in the extreme of fear and
curiosity; for from these dozen words
I understood that the lives of all the
honest men aboard depended upon me
alone.
CHAPTER XI.
WHAT I HEARD IN THE APPLE
BARREL..
"No, not I," said Silver. "Flint was
cap'n; I was quartermaster, along of
my timber leg. The same broadside I
lost my leg old Pew lost his deadlights.
It was a master surgeon, him that am
pytated me—out of college and all-
Latin by the bucket, and what not; but
he was hanged like a dog, and sun
dried like the rest, at Corso castle.
That was Robert's men, that was, and
coined of changing names to their ships
—'Royal Fortune' and so on. Now,
what a ship was christened, so let her
stay, says I. So it was with the 'Cas
sandra,' as brought us all safe home
from Malabar, after England took the
'Viceroy of the Indies;' so it was with
the old Walrus, Flint's old ship, as I've
seen amuck with the red blood and fit to
sink with gold."
"Ah!" cried another voice, that of the
youngest hand on board, and evidently
full of admiration, "he was the flower
of the flock, was Flint!"
"Davis was a man, too, by all ac
counts," said Silver. "I never sailed
along of him; first with England, then
with Flint, that's my story; and now
here on my own account, in a manner of
sinking. I laid by 900 safe, from Eng
land, and 2,000 after Flint. That ain't
bnd for a man before the mast —-all safe
in bank. 'Tain't earning now; it's sav
ing does it, you may lay to that.
Where's all England's men now? I
, dunno. Where's Flint's? Why, most
on 'em's aboard here, and glad to get
the duff—been begging before that,
some on 'em. Old Pew, as has lost his
sight, and might have thought shame,
spends £1,200 a year, like a lord in
parliament. Where is he now? Well,
he's dead now, and under hatches; but
for two years before that, shiver my
timbers! that man was starving. He
begged and he stole, and he cut throats,
and starved at that, by the powers!"
"Well, it ain't much use, after all,"
said the young seaman.
" 'Tain't much use for fools, you may
lay to it—that, nor nothing," cried Sil
ver. "But now, you look here; you're
young, you are, but you're as smart
as paint. Iseethatwhen I set my eyes on
you, and I'll talk to you like a man."
You can imagine how I felt when I
heard this abominable old rogue ad
dressing another in the very same
words of flattery he had used to myself.
I think, if 1 had been able, I would
have killed him through the barrel.
Meantime he ran on, little supposing he
he was overheard.
"Here it is about gentlemen of for
tune. They lives rough, and they risk
swinging, but they eat and drink like
fighting cocks, and when a cruise is
done, why, it's hundreds of pounds in
stead of hundreds of farthings in their
pockets. Now, the most goes for rum
and a good fling, and to sea again in
their shirts. But that's not the course
I lay. I puts it away, some here, some
there, and none too much anywheres,
by reason of suspicion. I'm 50, mark
you; once back from this cruise, I set up
gentleman in earnest. Time enough,
too, say you. Ah! but I've lived easy
in the meantime; never denied myself
o' nothing heart desires, and slept
soft and eat dainty all my days, but
when at sea. And how did I begin?
Before the mast like you!"
"Well," said the other, "but all the
other money's gone now, ain't it? You
daren't show face in Bristol after this."
"Why, where might you suppose it
was?" asked Silver, derisively.
"At Bristol, in banks and places,"
answered liia companion.
"It were," said the cook; "it were
when we weighed anchor. But my old
missis has it all by now. And the Spy
glass is sold, lease and good-will and
rigging; and the old girl's off to meet
me. I would tell you where, for I
trust you; but it 'ud make jealousy
among the mates."
"And you can trust your missis?"
asked the other.
"Gentlemen of fortune," returned
the cook, "usually trusts little among
themselves, and right they are, you
may lay to it. But I have a way with
me, I have. When a mate brings a slip
on his cable—one as knows me, I mean
—it won't be in the same world with
old John. There was some that was
feared of Pew, and some that was
feared of Flint; but Flint his own self
was feared of me. Feared he was, and
proud. They was the roughest crew
afloat, was Flint's; the devil himself
would have been feared togo to sea
with them. Well, now, I tell you, I'm
not a boasting man, and you seen
yourself how easy I keep company; for
when I was quartermaster, lambs
wasn't the word for Flint's old buc
caneers. Ah, you may be sure of your
self in old John's ship."
"Well, I tell you now," replied the
lad, "I didn't half a quarter like the job
till I had this talk with you, John; but
there's my hand on it now." •
"And a brave lad you were, and
smart, too," answered Silver, shaking
hands so heartily that all the barrel
shook, "and a finer figure-head for a
gentleman of fortune 1 never clapped
my eyes on."
By this time I had begun to under
stand the meaning of their terms. By
a "gentleman of fortune" they plainly
meant neither more nor less than a
common pirate, and the little scene
that I had overheard was the last act
in the corruption of one of the honest
hands—perhaps of the last one left
aboard. But on this point I was soon
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, AUGUST 4, 1898.
to be relieved, for Silver giving a little
whistle, a third man strolled up, and
sat down by the party.
"Dick's square," said Silver.
"Oh, I knowed Dick was square,"
returned the voice of the cockswain,
Israel Hands. "He's no fool, is Dick."
And he turned his quid and spat. "But,
look here," he went on, "here's what I
want to know, Barbecue—how long are
we a-going to stand off and on like a
blessed bum-boat? I've had a'most
enough o' Cap'n Smollett; he's hazed
me long enough, by thunder! I want
togo into that cabin, I do. I want their
pickles and wines, and that."
"Israel," said Silver, "your head ain't
much account, nor ever was. But
you're able to hear, I reckon; least
ways, jour ears is big enough. Now,
here's what I say—you'll berth for
ward, and you'll live hard, and you'll
speak soft, and you'll keep sober, till
1 give the word; and you may lay to
that, my son."
"Well, I don't say no, do I?" growled
the cockswain. "What 1 say is, when?
That's what I say."
"When! by the powers!" cried Silver.
"Well, now, if you want to know, I'll
tell you when. The last moment I can
manage; and that's when. Here's a
first rate seaman, Cap'n Smollett, sails
the blessed ship for us. Here's this
squire and doctor with a map and such
—I don't know where it is, do I? No
more do yon, says you. Well, then, I
mean this squire and doctor shall find
the stuff, and help us to get it aboard,
by the powers. Then we'll see. If I
was sure of you all, sons of double
Dutchmen, I'd have Cap'n Smollett
navigate us half-way back again before
I struck."
"Why, we're all seamen aboard here,
I should think," said the lad Dick.
"We're all fok's'le hands, you mean,"
snapped Silver. "We can steer a course,
but who's to set one? That's what all
you gentlemen split on, first and last.
If I had my way, I'd have Cap'n Smol
lett work us back into the trades, at
least; then we'd have no blessed mis
calculations and a spoonful of water a
day. But I know the sort you are. I'll
finish with 'em on the island, as soon'a
the blunt's on board, and a pity it is.
But you're never happy till you're
drunk. Split my sides, I've a sick heart
to sail with the likes of you!"
"Easy all, Long John," cried Israel.
"Who's a-crossin' of you?"
"Why, how inany tall ships, think ye,
now, have I seen laid aboard? and how
"Dick.** ba added, breaking off. " bring me an
apple"
many brisk lads drying in the sun at
Execution Dock?" cried Silver; "and all
for the same hurry and hurry and
hurry. You hear me? I seen a thing
or two at sea, I have. If you would
on'y Lay your course, and a p'int to
windward, you would ride in carriages,
you would. But not you! I know you.
You'll have your mouthful of rum to
morrow, and go hang."
"Everybody know'd you was a kind
of a chapling, John; but there's others
as could hand and steer as well as you,"
said Israel. "They liked a bit o' fun,
they did. They wasn't so high and dry,
nohow, but took their fling, like jolly
companions every one."
"So?" says Silver. "Well, and where
are they now? Pew was that sort, and
he died a beggar-man. Flint was, and
he died of rum at Savannah. Ah, they
was a sweet crew, they was! on'y, where
are they?"
"But," asked Dick, "when we do lay
'em athwart, what are we to do with
'em, anyhow?"
"There's the man for me!" cried the
cook, admiringly. "That's what I call
business. Well, what would you think ?
Put 'em ashore like maroons? That
would have been England's way. Or
cut 'em dawn like that much pork?
That would have been Flint's or Billy
Bones'."
"Billy was the man for that," said
Israel. " 'Dead men don't bite,' says he.
Well, he's dead now, hisself; he knows
the long and short on it now; and if
ever a rough hand come to port, it was
Billy."
"Eight you are," said Silver, "rough
and ready. But mark you here; I'm an
easy man—l'm quite the gentleman,
says you; but this time it's serious.
Dooty is dooty, mates. I give my vote
death. When I'm in parlyment and
riding in my coach, I don't want none
of these sea-lawyers in the cabin a-eoni
ing home, unlooked for, like the devil at
prayers. Wait, is what I say; but when
the time comes, why, let her rip!"
"John," cried the cockswain, "you're
a man!"
"You'll say so, Israel, when you see,"
said Silver. "Only one thing I claim—
I claim Trelawney. I'll wring his calf's
head off his body with these hands.
Dick!" he added, breaking off, "you
must jump up, like a sweet lad, und get
me an apple, to wet my pipe like."
You may fancy the terror I was in.
I should have leaped out and run for it,
if I had found the strength; but my
limbs and heart alike misgave me. I
heard Dick begin to rise, and then some
one seemingly stopped him, and the
voice of Hands exclaimed:
"Oh, stow that! Don't you get suck
ing of that bilge, John. Let's have a
go of the rum."
"Dick," said Silver, "I trust you. I've
a gauge on 'the keg. mind. There's the
key; you fill a pannikin and bring it
up."
Terrified as I was I could not help
thinking to myself that this mn«t have
been how Mr. Arrow got the strong wa
iters that destroyed him.
| Dick was gone but a little while, and
; during his absence Israel si>oke
| straight on in the cook's ear. It was
j but a word or two that 1 could catch,
j and yet 1 gathered gome important
| news; for, besides other scraps that
j tended to the same purpose, this whole
clause was audible: "Not another man
| of thein'll jine." Hence there were still
! faithful men on board.
When Dick returned, one after an-
I other of the trio took the pannikin and
drank —one "To luck;" another with
| n "Here's to old Flint;" and Silver him
: self saying, in a kind of a song: "Here
to ourselves, and hold your luff, plenty
of prizes and plenty of duff."
Just then a sort of brightness fell
upon me in the r oarrel, and, looking up,
I found the moon had risen and was
silvering the mizzen-top and shining
white on the luff of the foresail; and
| almost at the same time the voice on
the lookout shouted: "Land ho!"
[TO BE CONTINUED. J
IN THE STOCKS.
One of the Minor Pnn IMII men t» of
I'nritnn Dnv*.
One of the marked tendencies of the
present age is said to be an overrefine
ment of the analysis of sensation,
I whether physical or mental; a habit
j of regarding in a moral aspect much
that was once dismissed as purely pliy
j sieal. So, in dwelling on some of the
I "minor" punishments of Puritan days,
j the mental sufferings of the unhappy
j beings who were exposed to the ig
nominy of the market place have come
to be considered as the chief part of
their punishment. An account drawn
from an old record, however, testifies
that the physical discomforts of such
a position were by no means to be ig
| nored.
One Mr. Hubbard was sentenced in
! Boston to the stocks, for having in
| dulged in an unwarrantable fit of ill
| temper. When he had taken his seat,
; under the order to remain there for the
rest of the day, there presently came
alongia drove of swine, which seemed to
cast upon him those leering looks that
j only a fat pig can bestow. A dog fol
lowed, sniffing at the prisoner's feet, and
making feints—unpleasantly approach
ing reality - —of biting him. Then a
cock, mounting to the very top of the
stocks, crowed his derision upon the
victim below; and presently a rough
fellow after indulging in ugly taunts,
threw at him fetic, toadstools and a dead
snake.
Then an Indian appeared, who in a
drunken rage, stimulated by some fan
cied injury, rushed Mr. Hubbard with
a tomahawk, probably intending noth
ing worse, however, than to give him a
severe fright—which he certainly suc
ceeded in doing.
Help came from an unexpected quar
ter; for at that moment an old bull
came tearing down the road. Ilia at
tention was attracted by the stocks, and
with a roar he prepared for a charge.
Alarmed in his turn, the savage darted
off. The bull made a dash at the stocks,
and carriedi away the corner post, but
without even gracing the object of his
apparent wrath. Whether he was dis
gusted by the little he had accomplished
or his animosity was thus satisfied, he
started off bellowing and shaking his
head, much to the relief of Mr. nubbard.
And then the unforunate man was
left in comparative peace to his own
meditations and the cutting sleet of a
November day.—Youth's Companion.
IT WAS NO USE.
(xoldnmlth Could Aiot Work with itn
Amannenili.
It is said that Goldsmith, much as
he disliked* exertion and trouble, either
literary or other, was unable to avail
himself of the help of an amanuensis.
"How do you manage?" he one day
asked a friend, desperately.
"Oh, easily," saidi the ether, an author
of many voluminous but short-lived
works. "I walk about the room and dic
tate to a clever man, wiho puts down cor
rectly all that I tell him; all that I have
to do is just to look over the manu
script and possibly make a few cor
rections before sending it to the press."
The indolent doctor was delighted
witih this idea and ordered the "clever
| man,"in question to be sent to him the
i nextday. The amanuensis arrived, and
sat, pen in hand, waiting for the dicta
tion to begin.
Goldsmith paced- the room with great
Kolemaiity at first and then with rapidly
increasing disturbance of mind and fea
tures. At last he came to a sudden.halt
before the waiting scribe and thrust his
hand into his pocket.
"It will not do, my friend," he said,
with a sihake of his head, holding a
guinea to the young man; "it will not
do for me. I find that my head and my
hand must work together or there'll be
no work done
lie never made the trial again, count
ing it as extra trouble rather than gain.
—Youth's Companion.
The City of tile Little Monk.
The city of Munich is called Muench
lenin German. Before it was i!uench
! e.n it was "Mo®nchen," the diminutive
1 for "moench," the German word for
j "monk," so tlhat the name of the city
signifies "little monk." The naiue was
' received 700 years ago. In the middle
' of the twejth century a nureber of
j monks, flying from Hungary established
: a cloister and a colony on the site of the
old town, and travelers used to speak
, of the place ;is "Bei den Moench en,"
j later simply Moenclypi, now Muenchen
| \\ hart her the Hungarian recluse was
j smaller than his Bavarian conferees or
whether it was simply an expression of
affection has not been ascertained. —
| Philadelphia Press.
| —Nearly every mother says her baby
! never causes her to lose %ay sleep. The
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