6 DON'T YOU KNOW? Now, life is just a little striving, Don't ynu know? Some failure anil a tot of thriving. Don't you know? Tiie world is built on such a plan That It Is up to every man To do the very best ho can. Don't you know? Now, love is just a funny feeling, Don't you know? O'er you it gently comes a-stealing. Don't you know? It runs Its troubled little course, And then it's marriage—lf divorce, Why, alimony, then, perforce. Don't you know? Now, fame is just a fleeting bubble. Don't you know? To get it pauses lots of trouble. Don't you know? Perhaps it lasts a year or two. And then the world flnds some one new And straightway has no use for you, Don't you know? Now, what's the use to fret and worry. Don't you know? No need to fly around and hurry, Don't you know? You might as well Just Jog along. And laugh and love and sing your song, The world goes on or right or wrong. Don't you know? Now, what's the use to always grumble, Don't you know? And fret because you chance to stumble, Don't you know? The world was here before you came. And when you're gone 'twill be the same, Bo win your praise or hear your blame. Don't you know? -Chicago Chronicle. I ~f By IRVING BACHELLER Author of " Eben Holden." "Darrel of tlio Blessed Isles," Etc. (Copyright, 1901, by Lothrop Publishing Comjutny.) CHAPTER XVII. Orders came from the War depart ment providing a detail togo and help man the guns of Perry at Put-in Bay. I had the honor of leading them on the journey and turning them over to the young captain. I could not bear to be lying idle at the garrison. A thought of those in captivity was with me night and day, but I could do nothing for them. I had had a friendly talk with Gen. Brown. He invited and received my confidence touching the tender solicitude I was unable to cover. I laid before him the plan of an expedition. He smiled, puffing a cigar thoughtfully. "Reckless folly, Bell," said he, after a moment. " You are young aud lucky. If you were flung in the broad water there with a millstone tied to your neck, I should not be surprised to see you turn up again. My young friend, to start off with no destination but Canada is too much even for you. We have 1:0 men to waste. Wait; a rusting saber is better than a hole in the heart. There will be good work for you in a few days, I hope." And there was —the job of which I have spoken, that came to me through his kind oilices. Wc set sail in a schooner one bright morning—D'ri and 1 and 30 others —bound for Two- Mile Creek. Horses were waiting for us there. We mounted them, and made the long journey overland —a ride through wood and swale on a road worn by the wagons of the emigrant, who, even then, was pushing west ward to the fertile valleys of Ohio. It was hard traveling, but that was the heyday of my youth, and the bird mu sic, and the many voices of a waning summer in field and forest, were some how in harmony with the great song of my heart. In the middle of the af ternoon of September 6, we came to the bay. and pulled up at headquarters, a two-story frame building on a high shore. There were wooded islands in the offing, and between them we could see the fleet—nine vessels, big and little. I turned over the men who were tak en to the ships immediately and put under drill. Surgeon Usher of the Lawrence and a young midshipman rowed me to Gibraltar island, well out info the harbor, whore the surgeon presented me to Perry—a tall, shapely man, with dark hair and eyes, and eat- hidden by tufts of heavy beard. He stood on a rocky point high above the wafer, a glass to his eye, looking seaward, ilis youth surprised me; he was then 2X. 1 had read much of him anil was looking for an older man. He received me kindly: he had a fine dig nity and gentle manners. Somewhere he had read of that scrape of mine —the last one there among the Aveng ers He gave my hand a squeeze and my sword a compliment I have not yet Forgotten, assuring me of his pleasure 'hat I was to be with him awhile. The greeting over, we rowed away to the Lawrence. She was chopping laz ily al anchor in a light breeze, her sails loose. Her crew cheered her com mander ;is vvc- came under the frown ing guns. "They 're tired of waiting," said he; "they 're looking for business when I coin" aboard." He showed me over fhe clean decks: II was all as clean as a puritan par liti. "Captain," saifl he,"tie yourself to that big bow gun. It 's the modern sling of David, only its pebble ts big as a rock. Learn how to handle it, and you may take a fling at the Brit ish some day." He pul D'ri in my squad, as I re quested, leaving me with the gunners. I went to work at once, and knew shortly how to handle the big machine. D'ri and I convinc • ! the captain with, tio difficulty that we were fit for a fighl so soon as it might come* It caine sooner than we expected. The cry of "Sail ho!" woke me early one morning. It was the 10th of Sep tember. The enemy was coming. Sails were sticking out of the misty dawn a few miles away. In a moment our decks were black and noisy with the hundred and two that manned the ves sel. It was every hand to rope and windlass then. Sails went up with a snap all around us, and the creak of of blocks sounded far and near. In 12 minutes we were under way, lead ing the van to battle. The sun came up, lighting the great towers of can vas. Every vessel was now feeling for the wind, some with oars and sweeps to aid them. A light breeze came out of the southwest. Perry stood near me, his hat in his hand. He was look ing back at the Niagara. "Run to the leeward of the islands," said he to the sailing-master. "Then you 'll have to fight to the leeward," said the latter. "Dont' care, so long as we fight," said Perry. "Windward or leeward, we want to fight." Then came the signal to change our course. The wind shifting to the south east, we were all able to clear the is lands and keep the weather-gauge. A cloud came over the sun; far away the mist thickened. The enemy wallowed to the topsails, and went out of sight. We had lost the wind. Our sails went limp; flag and pennant hung lifeless. A slight rain drizzled down, breaking the smooth plane of water into bubbles. Perry stood out in the drizzle as we lay waiting. All eyes were turning to the sky and to Perry. He had a look of worry and disgust. He was out for a quarrel, though the surgeon said he was in more need of physic, having the fever of malaria as well as that of war. He stood there, tall and handsome, in a loose jacket of blue nankeen, with no sign of weak ness in him, his eyes flashing as ht looked at the sky. D'ri and I stood in the squad at the bow gun. D'ri was wearing an old straw hat; his flannel shirt was open at the collar. "Ship plan's luk an ol' cow chawin, 'er cud," said he, looking off at the weather. "They 's a win' comin' over there. It'll give 'er a slap 'n th' side purty soon, mebbe. Then she 'll switch 'er tail 'n' goon 'bout 'er business." In a moment we heard a roaring cheer back amidships. Perry had come D'RI, SHAKING A HLOODY, TAT TERED FLAG. SHOUTED: "WE'LL TEK CARE O' THE OL,' HUIG." up the companion way with his blue battle-flag. He held it before him at arm's-length. I could see a part of its legend, in white letters, "Don't give up the ship." "My brave lads," he shouted, "shall we hoist it?" Our "Ay, ay' sir!" could have been heard a mile away, and the flag rose, above tossing hats and howling voices, to the mainroyalmasthead. The wind came; we could hear the sails snap and stiffen as it overhauled the fleet behind us. In a jiffy it bunted our own hulls and canvas, and again we began to plough the water. It grew into a smart breeze, and scattered the fleet of clouds Uiat hovered over us. The rain passed; sunlight sparkled on the rippling plain of water. We could see the enemy; he had hove to, and was waiting for us in a line. A crowd was gathering on the high shores we had left to see the battle. We were well in advance, crowding our canvas in a good breeze. I could hear only the roaring furrows of water on each side of the prow. Every man of us held his tongue, mentally trimming ship, as they say, for whatever might come. Three men scuffed by, sanding the decks. D'ri was leaning placidly over Die big gun. He looked off at the white line, squinted knowingly, and spat over the bulwarks. Then he Straightened up, tilting his hat to his right ear. "They're p'intin' their guns," said a swabber. "Fust they know they'll git spit on," said D'ri, calmly. Well, for two hours it was all creeping and talking under the breath, and here and there an oath as some nervous chap tightened the ropes of his resolution. Then sud denly, as we swung about, a murmur went up and down the deck. We could ! see with our naked eyes the men wiio were to give us baffle. Perry shouted sternly to some gunners who thought ; it high time to fire. Then word came: ; there would be no firing until we got (lose. Little gusts of music came chas- I ing over the water faint-footed to our j decks —a band playing "Rule Hritan- J nia." I was looking at a brig in the j line of the enemy when a bolt of fire ! leaped out of her and thick belches of j smoke rushed to her topsails. Then something hit the sea near by a great ! hissing slap, and we turned quickly to CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 30, 1905. see chunks of the shattered lake sur face fly up in nets of spray and fall roaring on our deck. We were all drenched there at the bow gun. 1 re member some of those water-drops had the sting of hard-flung pebbles, but ws only bent our heads, waiting eagerly for the word tire. "We was th' ones 'at got spit on," said a gunner, looking at D'ri. "Wish they'd let us holler back," said the latter, placidly. "Sick o' koldin' in." We kept fanning down upon the enemy, now little more than a mile away, signalling the lleet to follow. "My God! see there!" a gunner shouted. The British line had turned into a reeling, whirling ridge of smoke lift ing over spurts of flame at the bottom. We knew what was coming. Untried in the perils of shot and shell, some of my gunners stooped to cover under the bulwarks. "Pull 'em out o' there," I called, turn ing to D'ri, who stood beside me. The storm of iron hit us. A heavy ball crashed into the after bulwarks, tearing them away and slamming over gun and carriage, that slid a space, grinding the gunners under it. One enu of a bowline whipped over us; a jib dropped; a brace fell crawling over my shoulders like a big snake; the fore mast went into splinters a few feet above the decks, its top falling over, its canvas sagging in great folds. It was all the work of a second. That hasty flight of iron, coming out of the air, thick as a flock of pigeons, had gone through hull and rigging in a wink of the eye. And a fine mess it had made. Men lay scattered along the deck, bleeding, yelling, struggling. There were two lying near us with blood spurting out of their necks. One rose upon a knee, choking horribly, shaken with the last throes of his flooded heart, and reeled over. The Scorpion of our fleet had got her guns in action; the little Ariel was also fir ing. D'ri leaned over, shouting in my ear. "Don't like th' way they 're whalin' uv us," he said, his cheeks red with anger. "Nor I," was my answer. "Don't like t' stan' here an' dew nuthin' but git licked," he went on. " 'Tain' no way nat'ral." Perry came hurrying forward. "Fire!" he commanded, with a quick gesture, and we began *1 warm up our big twenty-pounder there in the bow. But the deadly scuds of iron kept fly ing over and upon our deck, bursting into awful showers of bolt ami chain and spike and hammerheads. We saw shortly that our brig was badly out of gear. She began to drift to leeward, and being unable to aim at the enemy, we could make no use of the bow gun. Every brace and bowline cut away, her canvas torn to rags, her hull shot through, and half the men dead or wounded, she was, indeed, a sorry sight. The Niagara went by on the safe side of us, heedless of our plight. Perry stood near, cursing as he looked off at her. Two of my gun ners had been hurt by bursting can ister. D'ri and I picked them up, and made for the cockpit. D'ri's njan kept howling and kicking. As we nurried along over the bloody deck, there came a mighty crash beside us and a U.irst of old iron that tumbled me to aiy knees. A cloud of smoke covered us. I felt the man I bore struggle and then go liuip in my arms I felt my knees get ting warm and wet. The smoke rose; the tall, herculean back of D'ri was just ahead of me. His sleeve had been ripped away from shoulder to elbow, and a spray of blood from his upper arm was flying back upon me. His bat crown had been torn off, and there was a big rent in his trousers, but he kept going. I saw my man had been killed in my arms by a piece of chain, buried to its last link in his breast. I was so confused by the shock of it all that I had not the sense to lay him down, but followed D'ri to the cockpit. He stumbled on the stairs, falling heavily with his burden. Then I dropped my poor gunner and helped them carry D'ri to a table, where they bade me lie down beside him. "It Is no time for jesting," said I, with some dignity. "My dear fellow," the surgeon an swered, "your wound is no jest. You are not fit for duty." I looked down at the big hole in my trous< rs and the cut in my thigh, of which 1 had known nothing until then. I had no sooner seen it and the blood than I saw that 1 also was in some need of repair, and lay down with a quick sense of faintness. My wound was no pretty thing to see, but was of little consequence, a missile having torn the surface only. I was able to help Sur geon Usher as lm caught the severed veins and bathed the bloody strands of muscle in 'D'ri's arm. while another dressed my thigh. That room was full ol' the wounded, some lying on the floor, some standing, some stretched upon cots and tables. Every moment they were crowding down the compan ionvvay with others. The cannonading 1 was now so close and heavy that it ! gave me an ache in the ears, but above j its quaking thunder I could hear the shrill cries of men sinking to hasty death in the grip of pain. The brig j was in sore distress, her timbers creak- j ing, snapping, quivering, like one being beaten to death, his bones cracking, his muscles pulping under heavy blows. We were above water-line there in the cockpit, we could feel her flinch and stagger. On her side there came sud denly a crushing blow, as if some great hammer, swung far in the sky, had come down upon her. I could hear the split and break of heavy timbers; I could see splinters flying over me in a rush of smoke, and the legs of a man go bumping on the beams above. Then ! came another crash of timbers on the 1 port side. I leaped off the table and I ran, limping, to the deck, I do not know } why; I was driven by some quick and i irresistable impulse. I was near out of | my head, anyway, with the rage of 1 battle in me and no cbanc# to fight. Well, suddenly, I found myself sttiu bllng, with drawn saber, over heaps of the hurt and dead there on our reeking deck. It was a horrible place: everything tipped over, man and gun and mast and bulwark. The air was full of smoke, but near me 1 could see a topsail of the enemy. Balls were now plunging in the water alongside, the spray drenching our deck. Some poor man lying low among the dead caught me by the boot-leg with an ap pealing gesture. I took hold of his I collar, dragging him to the cockpit. | The surgeon had just finished with D'ri. His arm was now in sling and bandages. He was lying on his back, the good arm over his face. There was a lull in the cannonading. I went quickly to his side. "How are you feeling?" I asked, giv ing his hand a good grip. "Nuthin' t' brag uv," he answered. "Never see nobody git hell rose with 'cm s' quick* es we did —never." Just then we heard the voice of Perry. He stood on the stairs calling into the cockpit. "Can any wounded man below there pull a rope?" he shouted. D'ri was on his feet in a jiffy, and wo were both clambering to the deck as another scud of junk went over us. Perry was trying with block and tackle to mount a carronade. A handful of men were helping him. D'ri rushed to the ropes. I following, and we both pulled with a will. A sailor who had been hit in the legs hobbled up, ask ing for room on the rope. I told him he could be of no use, but he spat an oath, and pointing at my leg, which was now bleeding, swore he was sounder than I, and put up his lists to prove it. I have seen no better show of pluck in all my fighting, nor any that ever gave me a greater pride of my own people and my country. War is a great evil, I begin to think, but there is nothing liner than the sight of a man who, forgetting himself, "rushes into the shadow of death lor the sake of something that is better. At every heave on the rope our blood came out of us, until a ball shattered a pulley, and the gun fell. Perry had then a fierce look, but his words were cool, his manner dauntless. He peered through lifting clouds of smoke at our line. He stood near me, and his head was bare. He crossed the littered deck, his bat tle-flag and broad pennant that an or derly had brought him trailing from his shoulder. He halted by a boat swung at the davits on the port side —the only one that had not gone to splinters. There he called a crew about him, and all got aboard the boat —seven besides the younger brother of Captain Perry—and lowered it. Word flew that he was leaving to take command of the sister brig, the Niagara, which lay a quarter of a mile or so from where we stood. We all wished togo, but he would have only sound men; there were not a dozen on the ship who had all their blood in them. As they pulled away, .Perry standing in the stern, D'ri lifted a bloody, tattered flag, and leaning from the bulwarks, shook it over them, (Inhering loudly. "Give 'em hell!" he shouted. 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