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A SEA HERO.
Holw' Harry. the Cable Boy,
Atoncd for His Sin.
- , Everybody who knows anything
about Bath, Me, and her ships must,
necessarily, know the leapcr. She is
one of those triuilooking craft that
Fenimorc Cooper might naturally have
pictured for his Skimmer of the Seas.
Bulky of hull, shaped like a. sword-
fish, with wings of enormous spread,
there was a time when the Reaper had
more “quick work” about her frame
than the “twenty periaguaS‘built into
3‘; single craft," of which the great
American author used to tell.
Few who were anywhere near Bath
on a certain day during the centen-
nial year can ova 1' forget with what en-
thusiasm the Re: oer was consigned to
her native element. She won distinc-
tion on the high seas from the very
start, and when it was not in winning
races or carrying notable cargoes it
was in rescuing some poor wretch clin g-
lng to a piece of timber.
a few years since the Reaper arrived
here'the winner of a 15,000-mile race
around Cape Horn from Astoria, Ore.
IIer competitor on this occasion was
the sturdy and speedy bark ‘Westcrn
Belle. The sum of $1,000. was staked
on this event, and the Reaper took
the prize.
But the Reaper is now in trouble,
and her many friends will be glad to
learn that the marine doctor entertains
hopes of her recovery. She is at Port-
land, where she arrived the other day
badly broken down in health and
spirits, after the longest and rough—
est passage in her experience, from
ocean to ocean, and that is saying a
great deal for a craft that has doubled
the cape as many times as has the
Keeper.
Not only were her hull and wings
badly crippled, but she. lost a. little
hero, and those who remained on the
battling craft were a struggling, emaci-
ated, exhausted and starving lot when
the vessel finally reached the head of
he Columbia river. The story might
never have been known on this side had
not the nine-year-old daughter of Capt.
Young, the master of the vessel, writ-
ten briefly of the same to Mrs. H. “7.
Morris, of Brooklyn. The little girl's
name is Henrietta. and she accompan-
ied her mot-her to the Pacific coast
in the Reaper. Henrietta is a sea
nymph, if there ever was one. She
loves the sea as she loves her doll, and
not only can she Spin a yarn as well as
any of the fo’k’slc hands, but she can
write an interesting one, too.
.There never was a tougher lot
of “bands? collected at the instance of
zany shipping master than that which
tumbled aboard the Reaper as she lay
in the stream oil? Liberty island last
Illay.
Hardly had the ship got off shore
from Sandy Hook when the mates dis-
covered that half a dozen of the sailors
who had been singed as A. B.’s were a:
green as the sheathing on the ship’s
bottom. 1 Some masters believe in in-
Tired ucinga capstan bar on occasions of
this kind; but Capt. Young is ahumane
:man, and, with a. sigh, he simply logged
the men, and determined to put up
with. a bad bargain.
The mess or cabin boy who went in
the ship was knovvn to the officers as
Harry. He had never been to sea. be—
fore, althoughhe lold Capt. Young
when‘ he came on board that he had
made a deep water voyage in an English
bark. He was agood lad for a time, and
it was not necessary to ask any ques-
tions to discover that. at one time he had
felt the influences of a good mother’s
band. He was only 15 years old, rather
sail for his age, with a. full, open face,
flight curly hair and blue eyes that
arivaaled the clearness of the sea itself.
Somehow or other he evinced a fond
:ness for that little water sprite Hen-
:rietta immediately after she came
:aboard.
ments that an older brother forms for
ibis littleSister, and at the beginningof
the passage he made frequent trips be—
tween the cabin and the headquarters
«of Charley Noble to get some dainty for
his little queen. But after the ship had
been at sea seven weeks it. was noticed
that Harry was irregular in his habits,
and that his devotion “to the little
woman aft” was not as marked as it
should be. The lad had had much oc-
casion to associate with the men in the
usual course of events, and presently
his conferences with the green ban (ls be-
came so frequent and pronounced that
Capt. Young was obliged to reprove
him.
It was like casting water on a duck's
back, though. These men seemed to
have some unknown power over tha: boy,
,but the extent of this power was not
afiwned until the stewardess one day
discovered that somebody was stealing
ithe candensedmilk. A watch was
mummified, but still the milk continued
to disappear, and finally the butter be-
gun to take" French leave. Then the
flour followed to keep it company. and
was soon joined by the sugar. Those
whose duties called them aft began to
suspect one another, but never for a
moment was a thought given ‘to the
honesty of Harry. Little Henrietta
‘ '\-ouched for him.‘and that was enough;
He had told her repeatedly that his am-
bition was to grow up a good, brave
man that he might command a majestic
ship, like the Reaper. and on Sunday
afternoons, when he pored over the lit-
tle finger-stained Bible that some Ch ris-
‘tian mother had given him as an heir-
l‘oom and read aloud therefrom to the
girl, Harry was watched with envy.
llllut the dreadful blow came at last.
. Harry was discovered redhandcd one
morning stealing a quantity of stores.
To have the stores stolen bit by bit was
sorrow enough, but to learn that Harry.
esteemed and loved by all, was the
guilty wretch was a crushing blow.
. "The stewardess vvept in concert with
il‘Iourietta, Capt. Young felt as if he had
float .a dear friend and the mates shook
«their beads in sympathy. As for Harry.
"he told it all.
, g. swa- . ... ..v
The green hands had in-
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It- is only-
It was one of those attachw
would.
than her old self when she reached
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duced him t3 bring them a can of con«
denscd milk one day, and when they
asked for another and he had refused
to get it they threatened to tell on him
unless be obeyed. He thought too
much of the good will of his superiors
aft to let the men carry their threat into
execution, and as a natural sequence he
met their demands.
mands grew larger as his duplicity in--
creased, until finally it was too late for _
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him to make his book of conscience ever
balance. .
After that Capt. Young and his
mates did not trust him. He could not
go anywhere without watchful eyes
upon him, for he had been tried and
found wanting. But he could count
upon'one friend and comforter, after
all.
a good boy, and she would not desert
him when he had fallen from grace.
“Oh,"_ she exclaimed one afternoon, a
as a. sort of, exhaust to her wounded i
feelings. “why did you do anything
like that, Harry; why did you do any-
thing like that? It was dreadful for
you to steal for those bad, Wicked men.
Now we must all suffer for it. The ship
has been making such bad weather of
it that papa says the passage will last
more than six months, and because of
your helping yourself .to everything
we must run short of provisions before
we arrive. It was dreadful of you to
do."
There was no mistaking the fact that
the craft was making bad weather of
it. Fifteen days had been consumed
in an endeavor to round the cape in
blinding snowstorms and galcs that
were dead ahead and as sharp as the
point of a needle. Twice Capt. Young
had a conference. with his mates on the
advisability of wearing ship and put-
ting before it so as to finish the pas-
sage by way of the Cape of Good Hope.
When it was not blowing great guns it
was a series of calms with the ship
fanning along, as sailormen say When
the canvas collapses every other min-
ute. Ir. these light airs she was as
slow as a blind man groping his way.
The topsawers of the crew said they
never saw such weather before, and
they were about right. The gales had
played sad havoc with the sails and
spars, and the lusty seas which arose
in their wrath ate big chunks out of
the decks, their fixtures, and‘tlle hull
itself.
Then the food gave out, as was pre-
dicted, and dark looks were flashed at
Harry. The butter. milk' and sugar
had been exhausted some time when
the news was passed around that the
flour had given out. The growling be-
And their de- l
Henrietta. knew him when he was ‘
came general then, and even the green
hands turned up their noses every time
Harry put in an appearance. Some-
thing had to be done. The last few
pounds of flour had been used one Sun-
day, when Capt. Young thought of
some old wheat, the sweepings of that
famous cargo which was stowed in
the lower hold forward. This wheat ‘
the hens on board had previously re-
fused to eat, probably because of its
bilgelike color. How to get it was
the thing that troubled Capt Young
most, for he knew that hungry men
would not refuse it even if chickens
There was only one thing to do, and
that was to break out the cargo stowed
under the fore hatch. It was a long
and difficult job, and the deck of the
ship was like a huge dry goods estab-
lishment while it was in progress, but
it was gotten at last, the green band's
working harder than anybody else, .
their appetites urging them on, per- i
haps. Once on deck the wheat was
ground in the. coffee mill and the stew—
ard converted it into what Henrietta
describes as “good bread and pan-
cakes.” It could not last forever,
though, and finally it gave out, too.
Then the last remaining stores were
taken in hand. These consisted of peas
and beans, and Mate Harris thought
them so valuable just then that he had
them counted as a prelude to distribu-
tion.
Harry, who was primarily responsi-
ble for all the trouble, did not suffer
from hunger as much as did the other
men. A worse fate was reserved for
him. The Reaper was about a month
in the Pacific when she encountered
a terrific storm that lasted three days
and nights.
There was an old man in the crew
who had made several voyages in the
ship before and who was as capable
a sailor as ever let go and hauled. To-
ward midnight on the second day of
the storm this old man was struck by
a sea which came on board, and the
ship being well heeled over was being
rapidly carried over the side, when
Harry, who was passing, grabbed him.
In doing so the lad fell and a succeed~
ing wave caught him, and, picking him
up much as it would a straw, tossed
him into the dim. dark sea alongside.
The cry of “man overboard!” brought
all hands to the deck, and the roars
of the mates could be heard above the
howling of the wind and the painful
creaking of the spars. An attempt
was made in response to an order to
getxthe ship around, and though the
helm was hard to weather, all efforts
to get the vessel before the wind proved
unavailing. Harry was never seen
again. There was great gloom among
the hands after that, and Mate Harris
that night read from Brainard, where
he says-z -
“ At the piping of all lands,
When the judgment signal's opt-cadm-
When the islands and the lands
And the seas give up the dead.
And the south and the north shall come;
VJ hen the sinner is dismay’d,
And the just man is afraid,
Then Heaven be thy aid,
Poor l‘om.”
The Reaper was nearly 200 days on
the passage. and was more like awreck
Portland—N. Y. Mail and Express.
——“Grcat Scott!” howled the boss,
“does it take. you four hours to carry a
message three squares and return?"
“W’y,” said the new office boy. “you
told me to see how long it would take
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”an: x.-.“ .L.’ ’
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players. Elbert Smith won the gentle-
man’s ane and Mrs. Frank B ailwilz
the ladies prize. The consolation prize
was secured by Miss Minnie Wixuu.
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’ ARKANSAS DIAMONDS. ‘
Worthless Bits of Quarts and the
Dual 'Ilny Caused.
In no book on modern dueling have I.-
beenable to find even a suggestion of
one of the bestlstories on this subject
that I ever heard. Accountable for this
are" two facts—the incident had its oc-
currence many years ago and the scene
of it was in a. place ihat,.even in this
day of railroads, is not overly accessi-
ble. -
I was waiting for a stage in one of the
back settlements in one of the moun-
tain counties of Arkansas one day loot
summer, when one of the old settlers of
the community addressed me:
"I see in a Leetlc Rock paper thuther
day,” he said, "that there‘s bin some
dl’mouds found over in Africy.”
“There's nothing new in that,” I re-
plied. “But the field has been broad-
ened, in speculation at least, until the
excitement has grown tremendously."
“Wall, I don’t keer none,” the old fel-
low remarked. “I ain’t goin'—I only
. had an'idee thet it might be all a. hoax
like a di’mand find we oncet bed was a
hoax.”
"Did you think there were diamonds
in this part of the mountains?" I in-
quircd.
“Think! We knowed it fer awhile,
but after a scientific feller come here,
and after u dooel of some size we learned
difirunt.”
The old man climbed to the top of a
barrel in the one store of the town in
which the conversation was taking
place, and as he. mentioned the duel
half a dozen of the'loungcrs who were
more interested in me than they
were in the old man's talk, craned their
necks and almost in achorus exclaimed:
“Tell erbout thet- dooel.”
Then one of them said: “Yer allus
talkin’ about it, but it ain't often ye say
much more’n it jest happened."
The old man appeared to be flattered.
He looked at me with the air of one who
had an undisputed position in the com-
munity and was proud of it. I took up
the cause of the native mountaineer
boys who were lounging about the
place.
“Go ahead with the story," I said.
“We’ll have 'a. drOp from the proprietor
to wet your whistle properly and then
We’ll listen.”
“I never talk about thet doocl,” the
old. man said. “These young tellers hev
all heered their daddies talk about it,
anyhow.”
There was a long silence. In the.
meantime. the lank, slipshod back-
woodsman who was running the store
had brought out a bottle of white liquor,
better known as moonshine whisky,
with a rusty tin cup, out of which every-
one took a. drink. One hears much toll;
of bad whisky sold over bars in large
cities, but one never knows whatliquid
fire and brimstonc are until he has had
a swallow of the whisky that is to be
had at the backwood's stills of the
mountain districts of this country.
Revenue officials have cleared out many
an illicit distillery, but they exist even
now in some parts of the south in a
thriving way.
“Them things looked like diamonds,
anyway,” the old man remarked, as he
thoughtfully smacked l‘is lips and
passed the cup to the next one. “Thet
was in the ’40's, I‘reckon, and the few
of us as was here didn’t know much
about the country. Our folks had come
to the uplands after the sinking of the
land ever at New Madrid 30 years be-
fore, and here they stuck, just as I hev
stuck sconce thet time. There was no
noospapers and‘no railroads Onct an
awhile there was a' steamboat and
thet's the only way we ever got much
word from the outside world. The
PearSoll boys was the liveliest fellers
in the settlement, and one! a year one of
them would go to Noo Orleans and sell
some of the hides that we got together.
When he was down there he’d get idees
of things thet we didn’t know nothin’
about. One of the boys would go one
time and one another, and each time
3 thet-they went there was a. big time
around, I’ll tell you. Onct, jest after
Ollie Pearsoll hed come back from Noo
Orleans, he got to tellin’ about seeing
a man who had paid a. fortune for a
shirt stud. That- was the fust time
most. of us had ever heerd about
di’monds. Ol Bearsoll described the
things keerfully au’, told us thet. they'
was found only in a few parts of the
world. When he bed got done there
'wasn’t a teller in the (‘3de that wasn’t
as worked up as ef he’d heerd a ghost
story. While Ollie Pearsoll was stand-
ing at one side kinder restin’ after his
talk—reely playin’ the hero—another
of our tellers, Bill Sims by name,
slipped around to him and took him
to one side. *I hcerd afterward thct he
took a. leetle stone outen his pocket an’
asked Ollie of it looked like enny of
them diamonds he’d been telliu’ about. '
I seen Ollie put his hand to his mouth
and tell Bill to be quiet, and then they
strolled off together. - .
“I didn’t think no more of it until
the next evenin’, when Ollie cometo me
all excitement and sod: ’See here, Tom,
I’m in trouble.’
“ ‘What's up?’ I asked, seein’ thet it
was somethin' big. 1
" ‘You remember what I said about the
di’mond last night?’ he went on.
‘Well, Bill Sims has a whole lot of them
out in the new timber, an‘ he won’t tell
me where.‘ , -
“ ‘Mebbe. he wants them hisself?’ I
said, thinkin’. it all a. joke.
“ ‘In course he does.‘ Ollie exclaimed,
‘an’ I claims my rights fer havin’ told
him what they was. Ef I hadn’t been
to Noo Orleans he‘d never hev knowcd
anything about di’monds.’
“ ‘He ought to give you somethiu’,’
I said. -
“ ‘Yes, and he wills-he'll give me ha’f,
or by— I'll know why.’
“Then he went away. I saw thet thnr
was trouble-up. an’ I thought ’l-‘d stop
it, but somethin’ happened to keep me
busy an’ the next I heel-d about it. was
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{that Ollie Pearson and his brother
Pete lied gone over to Bill Sims' house
and took something thet he hed. No-
body known-d what ,it'vva'h. but es I
hcerd I knowed that it was some of
them di'mondn. I hustled over to Stun,
which was a. good two miles away, on’
there I found Bill stormin’ up and
down, tollin’ his dad, who died the
next year. what he was goin’ to do. It
seems thet the Pearson boys rode right
over to Sims’ place and without goin'
in looked all over the new timber and
found the place where Bill’s di‘mondo
was. They put all they could gov. in.
a sack and then went cont’rin'
the Sims shanty out": pure devilmeot.
Bill aces ’em, but they got away and
buck home. Thét evenin’ Pete Poor»
coll went over to the river to hotel:
the boot thct me (100 about thot time
of your. Thet left Ollie at home to
fight it out with Bill. The trouble
wasn‘t long in comin‘. Ollie Purcell
knowed thet Bill would be over to de-
.mand his rights, and so be fixed for
him. He loaded the old family gun ou’
put it in a. handy place. It wasn't much
after sunrise when Bill halloocd out in
front of the Pearson place. Ollic’o
mother went out and spoke to Bill in
a pleasant way, but he told her to get
in the house, of she didn‘t want to get
hurt. He was there to see Pete and-
Ollic, and he’d see them if he bed to
wait till doomsday. While the old
woman was parleyin‘ 01 came out.
“ ‘Git in,’ he said, ‘I’ll do the tolkin'.’
“The old mother went to the boom.
lookin' with fear an’ tremblln' at the
guns the boys carried.
“ ‘Air ye goin‘ to keep themdl‘mon’u?‘
llill asked, without takin’ his eyes on":
Ollie.
"‘I‘m goin’ to keep my ohon,’ be
said, doggedly. .
“‘You’ve got no share!’ Bill 05--
claimed. ”They‘re all mine; on’ you,
like the sneak thet ye air, hcv come
along an’ stoic them from me.’
“ 'You’ll eat them words,’ Olllo said,
and without another word. he tux-nod
back into the shanty. Bill raised his
gun to fire; but old Mrs. Pearsoll put
up her hand.
“ ‘Don’t, Bill!’ she exclaimed. ”E! yo
must fight, do it fair. My boy ain't
afcard of ye; he’ll meet yo when end
where ye say.’
“ ‘On the old camp mectiu’ ground,
then, at daylight to-morror. We'll n1-
tlc it all there, onct nn' for all.’
“He ‘clucked' to his critter lu' rode
off in a cantor.
“Some one told me that there was a
scientific teller from London prospect.
in’ around the country, and I looked
him up, and late thet night we aliplml
over to the new timber back of the
Sims place and took a look at the c'ui -
mond fields. It didn’t take that man
long to bust out in a luff.
" "That’s a. form of quartz,’ he said,
‘an’ ain't worth nothin’. Them tellers
down at Noo Orleans will have 1 good
lat! .on Peorsoll when he brings in that
bag an' calls ’em di‘monds. Why, of he
had a bag of di’monds he’d be the rich-
est man ever dreamt of.’
“When I heard the teller any that I
told him of the dooei thet was about to
happen on account of the troublo be-
tween the boys. We agreed thet it
would hev to be stopped. There had
been some dooolin’ in them ports before
and there was no make-believe in it.
As there was no reason for no fightin'
in this case, we felt it our dooty to in-
terfere. ‘
“Long before daylight we went to
see Bill Sims. When we got to the
house Bill was settin’ in the back room
by a knot fixin’ his gun.
“ ‘Put it up, Bill,’ says I. There ain't
goin’ to be no :iight.‘
“ ‘Has he backed out?’ Bill asked.
“ ‘Havcn’t seen him,’ I suid,‘but this
man here and me has bin over to your
di’mond mine, and he says they ain't
di’monds at all. He knows, for he is
from London, where di’monds grows
on trees.’
“ ‘Guess you folks in in with the Poor-
solls,’ .Bill said, careless like, blow-
ing down his gun an’ lookin’ along the
barrel.
“Well, we talked an’ pled and ar-
gied until it began to be daylight, and
then Bill, be got up an’ said he'd hev
to go. We saw it was no use to say
nothin’ there, and we follered. It
wasn’t long ’till we got to where Pear.
soll was. He had jest come along, an'
was look’in at his gun when we rode up.
“The two men glared at each other
for a minute, and then Bill blurted
out:
“ ‘Air ye ready?’
“ ‘Allus ready,’ Ollie replied back.
“Then the man from London stepped
up and began to talk. I’ve hecred
preachers thet could talk ye black in
the face, but I never heerd none tbct
eould sling language by the side of
that feller from England.
words that nobody understood, talked.
about the field of honor an' the ubusln'
of it, an’ the Lord knows what else, but.
when he got through Bill and Ollie
looked kinder disgusted,- and Bill said:
“ ‘Course we feels glad thet yer so in-
terested, but no game like thet kin
stop business of this sort. I’ve bin
robbed, an’ I’m going after the robber.‘
“ ‘At least,’ said the man from Lon-
don, =ye'll let us not fer yer?’
“ ‘Say the word, ye. mean? Ollie
asked. 'I don’t see why not.’
“Out there under the trees of tbét
pretty, place on one of the finest morn.
in’s I ever see, them two men stood 20
paces apart. The man from London
measured off the ground and asked the
men to toss up a penny for position.
They didn’t, know what it meant, but
they'done as he) said. Then he held I
handkerchief above his head.
“ ‘When I drop this."'hc said, “begin? . .
“He" dropped the rag a minute later,
and one shot came. I thought thet
one of the guns had missed, but when
Bill and Ollie tumbled for’e on their.
faces, I know‘d thct the both had fired
together.’ -
“ ‘This is one time.’ sold the man
from London, ‘thet science didn‘t do ,
no good before and 'kbint do no good
after.’ ”-—St. Louis Republic.“
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