Judge — October 20, 1883 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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“Tia. send you a circular, millionaire, Ww at stamp on the cover “Twill be sealed like a letter, and you won't dare ~ it earele ha tw ssly over.” merchant, and stniled demure ire he would read it And the circular mailed, he felt pre Was exactly the thing be needed Alonzo Busbee: His Life and pressions. BY WILLIAM GILL. cunt “The seat ‘The sea! ‘The fresh, the fair, the ever free!” — Bill Chandler. Al at} arket); Ix Ti * Skowhe Lloyd's (the fish-dealer of Fulton ) opper-fastened on the fore-peak, drew -half of water (when it wa ed) in a wooden bucket; sailed as well: with | ahead wind as with a tail one, provided the | mules were staunch and the tow-line didn’t give way; had a capacity for onc hundred tons of freight, and carried 'a crew of two, inclu- ding the mule-driver in Hogan was a fine old specimen of the hardy salt, but few of whom are to be seen in these’ da: arter-deck kid-glove etiquette and educa- | kipperism. Captain n could 1 ther read nor write, but nev bi man or truer-hearted man sat we-pipe and threw chunks vontng lads and | it with most unerring accuracy ; and the deft manner in which he would whack the tow-mule With a hickory stick with nails in it, proved him to be a master of navigati He had sailed the * Skowhegan ” for twenty yea nd never lost a chance to ¢ drink of whisky for nothing. He never left the shelter of his cabin during a storm, and when the wind would howl and whistle through the clothes-lines which extended fore and aft of the vessel, and the mule plin- vily, and fogs and smells from the tori thickly on the surface of the water, and hoarse cries of distress and wild appeals for help would be heard from aunties on a lee shore—the captain as the Sphynx anuad all . and never ones let his p out his tod at regular inter- rated of for the soul of Patsy Hogan. We had fine weather and light bafMlling winds until we sighted the port of Newark; but on leaving there the wind shifted to the by wea little southerly; the mule grew restive, and bit a piece out of the leg of its driver; the | glassy surface of th THE JUDGE. PWO-CENT STAMP. “Trt send you a letter, my love, my own, ‘Thus mused t And she dropped the note i With a two-cent stamp on the cover— has so inexpensive grown rl can write to her lover.” paid as a Wwo-cent s She purchased (her fond heart swelli the box ‘That adjoins her humble dwelling. a the hump in’s bottle dropped to zero, and | { mosquitoes which settled on the betoken yproach of a Nothing daunted dered all hands (mine) to off the line, gave the mule twist, took’a reef in the stovepip piece of tin over the broken pan the cabin window, and made coming battle of the elements, As this was my first cruise, | may be pardoned if [ con- that I was a trifle seared; and when Ib held the dark masses of clouds piling up on the western horizon, and heard the mourn- ful croaking of the bullfrogs in the swamp on our right, I trembled Lcould hard- ly peel the onion which was to form part of vory mess I was then preparing for the ptain’s sapper. The air was dull and y; not a breath of wind agitated the ; nal; and so intense ihe silence that the steady * puff-puff” of a locomotive fully five miles away on the D.L. & W. R. R. could be heard distinctly. All the lights were out in the houses that we passed by, and darkness and silence had full possession of the world. After this state of things had lasted about as long as it would take for a man to go four blocks, put half-a-dozen beers into his hold and return, some drops of rain fell, and then the clouds opened and belched forth fire. ‘The storm | was upon us! Oh, the horror of those hours! during which the lightning flashed around us, en- veloping our cargo of bricks in a sheet of flame, and the thunder crashed and boomed, nd the rain poured in torrents over our deck, and threatened to burst into the cabin and drown the cat, ‘Then add toall this the frightful pitching of our gallant bout as the driver lost control of the mule’s tail, and that kicked wildly in the darkness ; ent you hold your breath, with the belief that the hull would split’ open and the bricks come flying about your cars—while the whole with the howling of the ki-yis on uk, and the of the tor- mented (canal) seas beneath — while every now and then there would be a deadly pause in the boat’s plunging, as the mule stopped to kick a mosquito off its right ear. No skill, no experience was of any avail at a! time like this. ‘The boat lay-to under a bare clothes-line, the helm . the able-bod- ied se (myself) in the throes of adeadly sickness, and the captain boozy. Oh, it was a terrible time! and the sound fiddle, that came from a bar-room on the starboard side, only seemed to mock us in our misery. “Tf the line will only hold!” I heard the it was so—we were in the position of demned felon undergoir the law paralyzed with me cling to the starboard bulwarks, while the si which continually swept over our deck, lifted me off my fe: near dashing my head s under which we swi a wild lurch forw ty of I was alone made. Suddenly rd, a corres- nd the proud ner beam ends, vout at the mercy of the four feet ter which surged under us. ‘The rope ul fled! val, then adive, Skowhe; drifting of wal had parted, and the mule | Then th an uph and the 2 k in the dark, grim, petroleum-tinged waters of the treach- erous canal, ank nk, sank until I felt my mouth rapidly filling with the mud on the bottom, In those few seconds all my past life rose up before my mental vision—agai w my peaceful home on the the steam from mother’s wash-tub; the bee pail; little Tommy; angel Sally ; Bill the cracksman; Hoodlim Jack; Sheeny S: chromos on Josiah O. Bullenbea mansion on Shantytown heights; Bridget Malone; our Walpurgis nights in the Buckingham; the delirious gaieties of Hobo- ken, and——I knew no mor [To be continued in our next, unless the Is author goes to see Th A TINKER having sued a tailor for mend- ing his stove-pipe, the judge addre former's wife, an important witness in the : ** Your husband, am, is the tiff in this suit, is he not No, sur,” she replied indignantly, “he the tinker!” cas plain Gronor Cuan is reported busy pushing his improved sleeping-car company. Would it not be well, George, to let the engine do the pushing?” Saves muscle, you know.