Judge — December 19, 1885 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE o” a man’s sails.” The old sailor’s words created quite a stir amon; An antiqaated peddlar, who hal been displayin “Speakin’ 0? misers,” said old Capt. Owens, as he removed his pipe from hia lips and blew a cloud of smoke along the wide, cheerful hearth of the ‘ Crow’s-nest Tavern,” “reminds me of how my young: est shaver, Jack, boarded and captured one of the neatest craft that ever ran a-win’ard the group assembled around the fire- sand chanting an m- ventory of his nondescript treasures in monotonous sing-song, hastily collected them t gether and tied up his pa The village school-master suddenly aroused himself from his favorite corner, rubbi hiseyesand ful- ly beheving that his termagent spouse had laid her familiar hand on his ear, accompa- nied by the gentle reminder that it was bed-time All hands importuned the old sea-dog to spin his yarn; and after a long draught of his toddy and a longer puff at his pipe, he took a hitch in his trousers and began: «Ts’s a good many yeara since old Collins, the miser, living’, but I guess as how sum o’ yer remember his tall, lank and them claws 0” hi s onter ev'rythin’ as drifted in their course. Wall, the shark had a fine buxom darter, as neat a craft as ye ever clapped yer eyes or tall an’ straight as a main-must, sound on her timbers, with a fresh, han’some fi head, and spars and riggin’ all tant. he war nun o” yer French frigates with high- heeled keels, as sail along bobbin’ their starns. as though they'd unshpped their rudders. », shiver my limbers, if she war! ** Sally war ‘bout eighteen year ole when Jack began to pilot her ‘round to fairs and parties; and when [ went ter see as how the Tan’ lay. T found they'd a sneakin’ likin’ fur each other. 1 didn’t want ter run athwart Jack's bearin’ far T thought the squall would soon blow over; but I arterwa liecovered thet the young lubber hed a look-out on the ole man’s locker. But, as it’s the duty o° ev'ry able seaman ter keep his son off the reefs, I ran afoul o’ Jack one day and sounded him a3 ter the danger 0” in’ one o’ them fire-ships in tow ole woman (may the saints hev more mercy fur her than she ever hed fur me! ) and gave him a pretty | broadside, Bat, shiver my timbers! the young rascal only laffed at | iked his starboard lantern, and showed me a clean pair o” heels. “They hed fair sailin’ far a couple o° munths, when all ter wanst ole Collins fired a shot ‘cross Jack’s bows and ordered him ter heave to. It seemed us how the old man didn’t want ter trade with a craft carryin’ unly ballast aboard and no cargo; so Jack was cast udrift and not allowed ter anchor in the harbor till he had enuff in the locker ter pay the miser salvage on his darter. The young lubber was takun hard a-beam and almust keeled over by the sqnall. He tuk a reef in his jaw tacklin’, got the blue-divils, and skimmed along the deck as airy as the Flyin’ Dutchman. Then he begun writin’ med ter grapple | I thought 0° my | poetry, and lived on liv with an occasional bit o’ duff, T cussed at him, shook a cat-o" nine-tails in his face, and swore I'd hev him keel-hauled if he didn’t bestir hisself—but it war like tryin’ to furla sheet without gas- kets. ‘The poore lad war way on the desert shore of dispair. “But it’s an ill win’ as never blows good, and one d: s 1 was a-think’in 0’ sendin’ Jack on a cruise afore the mast, in hecums, vellin’ and shoutin’ like a bumbout-womun. He hed Sally in tow, blushin’® red as a rose, as the poct says. He gave her out as Mra, Jack Owens, and sed they'd jist been spliced. “'Thet night, as we ect over our grog, I cozencd him ter tell me how he'd circum- navigated ole Collins. I can never think o° the story now without laffin’. It scems how Jack started a mutiny, and induced Sally to open the miser’s locker and hide the bag 0’ gold down in the cella When the ole man turned ont next mornin’ and found the chest scuttled, his eves cum out o° his head and stood on his cheeks. He couldn't give a command, for hig tung kept a-flappin’? up and down in his mouth, like a flounder jist hauled aboard, and his knees knocked to- a Datchman’s at the name o? He unshipped the cargo 0” the nd squinted in mvellupes and. pill- boxes, pulled an ele cobweb away from one corner—but couldn't find the money. Then he battered in the chest, shivered the spars atoms, and hunted among the splinters, s thongh ’tracted by the noise, Jack nenm uddin’ in, and asked what the matter was. — Collins fell down on his ping, and begged him by all the saints alow nd aloft to help him find his gold, and promised him his darter if he got his money This war jest the port Jack war rin’ fur, and histin up his false colors, he spun a yarn as ter scein’ two land sharks t-skulkin’ ’round the ship the night afore. The miser ‘seeched Jack ter clap on all sail and cruise in pursuit 0” the pirates, and off he went. He cum back in a couple o’ hours, and Sally opened the rear hatchway and let him inter the caboose, while she went down to the hold and smuggled up the treasure under her sails. = Then, rushin’ in with a “Hip, hip, hip, hurrah!’ Jack heaved the ag athwart the miser’s davits, and while he war aluggin’ o” it off they steere i to the par- son’s to sign articles for a life’s voyage on the sea o’ matrimony.” J. J. O'CONNELL, WE'VE SEEN HIM. The first to enter in to-night, His step is weak, infirm and slow. And with ag! to aid his sight He sits up in the foremost row. The years have bleached his tresses gray, A solemn light dwells in his eye, He grimly sits and sees the play go by. mute he sits, preads his brow; mon comin vits tof pleasur pment now, But sce, he madly grasps his glass, His eyes an cazer light give out! Ah, what has sudden come to pass To put his lethargy to route? 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