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. "We
'll tek care o' the ol' brig."
[To He Continued.]
HORSE'SIiOMING INSTINCT.
ilomenielt Old Servitor Performed
\Voii<lerM to tiet hack to
IliM Milliter.
The doctor's horse had grown old
and the doctor sent him to a farm
across the river to pass his last days
in ease and plenty. His wide pasture,
sloping gently to the river, contained
everything to please a horse: a never
tailing spring where outbound vessels
tilled their water casks, at which he
might drink it he chose, instead of
from the river; shady willows in the
hollows, and ou the knolls apple trees
where he might help himself to the
apples that fell.
But in spite of all, relates the Chris
tian Endeavor World, he must have
grown homesick, for one morning the
old horse appeared at the doctor's
stable door. His wet coat told the
story, he had swam the river.
At his pasture the Penobscot is 700
feet wide, very deep and currents are
strong. No animal had ever crossed
it there before except a band of circus
elephants, too heavy to venture on the
toll bridge, and even these had swam
across some distance above.
After reaching the opposite bank
the horse had to locate the town, and
when ho got to it made his way the
whole length of a city of 20,000 in
habitants to his home.
Probably the old horse had never
BWam a strok:; before in his life. How
did he know he could get home by
w.iter when ha liad always crossed the I
river by a bridge before?
IliM I<l c:t of n I.mly.
An English cabman had brought
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the legal fare and his constant re
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know a lady when you see one?"
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Last week a lady gave me a sov'rin in
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•'Mrs. Sourly, you have been married
i'*r several years, and 1 am about to
take unto myself a husband. What
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"Learn to play solitaire.' —Detroit
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Downs —The worst in the world. '
Fickleson nearly died with it.
"What cured him?"
"Marriage."—Detroit Free Press, '
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A Prominent Officer of the Rebeccas
Writes to Thank Doan's Kidney PilU
For It.
Mrs. C. E. Bumprardner, a local officer
OF B3BBHH
i]iirin% t)i«> past j'ear,
after the use of one MWKM I S|l
box of tiie remedy irßßw'/MB
that the troubles Slßjffl/jfrf/M HM
gradually disappeared, W|v
finished a second
package I was well.
I, therefore, heartily
endorse your remedy."
(Siprned) MRS. C. E. BUMGARDNER.
A FREE TRlAL—Address Foster-
Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. For sale
by all dealers. Price, 50 cents.
SICK HEADACHE
_ _ -3 —Positively cared by
PARTrDC these Little Pills.
Vn l\ I L l\o They also relloTe Dls
■■■ _ tress from Dyspepsia, In-
ITTLE digestion and Too Hearty
H |\t F D Eating. A perfect rem-
M I V i" edy for Dizziness. Nausea.
m P| L 1,5. Drowßlnesa. Bad Taato
■■ in the Mouth, Coated
Tongue, Pain la the Side,
1 TORPID UTVER. They
regulate the Bowels. Purely Vegetable.
SMALL PILL. SMALL DOSE. SMALL PRICE.
PADTFBSI Genuine Must Bear
■ittle Fac-Simila Signature
| PILLS^
—(REFUSE SUBSTITUTES.