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Vol. XI. WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 4, 1875. No 31.
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BY. ELLER TRACY ALDEN.
The bobolink sung to 's mate,
I heardtbeclfMkin' of the gate
When Joe first come a-wooin'.
I itobbeid the 1ilock bush,
The sun wuz slowly sinkin',
My cheeks wuz all ftone aOblush
When I heard theja1eatC1iinkn.
Fr aoe he was so good an' kind
ThO -I lover
No ., M,4'
In all the wide world over.
He. w Iw s ;oin' by,
I seed yer hair so shiny,
Teyepw-s blm-ez summer sky,
The dusk, it struct my fancy
[siR8n't h'p a-coif in
An' speakin' to je,Nancy."
An' e- 'e se-'e ses- oh, me
He'd liked me all along ye see;
I know he ldvd6 truly. -
An'I waz but an orphan, too.
A workin' for my livin',
Without a kith er kin I knew,
An'etmyself to give'im.
An' when 'is voice sunk soft away
,AkAind o' tremblin' in it
TN$ words l tried so hard to say
Kep' chokin' for a minute.
Tha lilock blossoms Vuz in blow,
iE'iweet, with dewdrop beaded;
Ibhanded 'ima banch, an' Joe
No other answer needed.1
The year it passed the war was come,
I~r the eatin' of the drum
I theaght like ceburdh-bell- tollin'
I midth ock bush,
Exeept the wind a-sighin'.
An' downstaads aswhippowill
So sad an' mournfal callin'
1 guest'is errant all along,
An' couldn't help'a-iirerin'
Oh, friend, the year went round, went round,
&ut-t1ris'fl tell you better;
This wffige 116k1lme one'found,
-5 s ore thsin me that know
How sad is,w an. fearful;
An' since the good God plans it so,
I must try to be cheerful.
But Ven.ahlilocks are in bloom,
An' have a fd a ryin'
-Hearth and Home.
TOfe GAdTET'S DREAM.
years ago, it'was my good fortune,
' alsome friends, to~
'eft ThMsid Tsland upoix a
short pleasure exeursion.
Ogttlegartm arrived at the
illage'fAlexandria bay on . the
Americaneshore late .in the after
n~oon of a gultry day. We were
wearied by a long and dusty rid e
acress the dat country that there
skirts the great river, but sooii for
got our troubles in ~viewing the glo
rious'sunset that we were just in
time for. It wsso early that .we
were. greeted at our hotel as the
first guests of the season, and in
the morning had our choice of boats
We had planned atrip of adozen
miles or more up the river, with the
viewef pissing the night upon one
of the islan<ds there, and of return-.
ing on the morrow. As our boat
-man rowed- us.leisurely along up1
the broad river, around and among
the islands, with our trolling -lines.1
all out, many a fine pike and pick
erel was tempted to take the entic-]
ing bait and was safely landed in
In the course of the day one of
our fair companions capght twoi
mas-quin-o n-ge. This was an ex
ploit that she might well be proud
of;, -fbr the true mas-guLin-on-ge is
quite a rare fish even in these wa
ters, his~ native home. He is one
of the.most excellent as well as one
of the mostgamey fish in our North
ern watems and should not be con
founded with his near relative, al
the brook trout. He often affords
the most exciting sport to the fish
ermen, and his firm but delicate,
light, salmon-colored flesh is prized
by the epicure. So our fair friend
suddenly found herself quite a he
roine among the fishermen, for many
an old frequenter of -these waters
can scarcely boast of having taken
a- single one of them.
Late in the afternoon we came
to the little island upon which -we
had thought to spend the night.
There was a single cottage upon it,
containing a half dozen rooms or
more, built for the accommodation
of transient summer guests, and an
ample ice house in which we secured
our store of fish.
The only guest upon the island
when we arrived there was a re
tired officer of the United States
navy, who, when in active service,
bad often cruised in- these waters,
and had now come to spend a fe*
days in quiet meditation among the
familiar scenes of former hardships
Strangers meeting in the wilder-.
ess or in lonely places like this
quickly learn to waive all mere for
malities ; so at our coming, the old
)fficer gave usat once a kindlygreet
ing, and we were soon on as familiar
i footing as though we had known
:ne another for long intimate years.
After supper we all sat out upon
khe cottage poreh. that faced the
road, open stretch of the river
Alled, Kingston bay, wateiing the
!ining on of -the evening shadows
nd listening to the soothing mo
iotonous cry of the whipporwill
ipon the Canadian shore. As the
mn went down in splendor, beneath
e western rim of shining vater,
he report of the evening gun at
-diatank.Bitish fort in Kin n
irbor came b&ag- across e
S,The.sound of the gun
Z awhakm tWder memriWl ina
nind of the >1d of&e" and we
bought as. he turned musingly
&way, we saw a tear trickle down
ns weather.beaten cheek. Just as
he sun was gloriously rising out of
he gleaming sea of islands to the
~astward I went out upon the
orch. The old pfie isarady
,here-to bid me,goodmormg. In
iidtmeindheiit the sadf cid
British morning gun boomed across
"I never hear," said he, "that
dngle gu at Kingston, but I think
af- poor Tom Garnet, an old mess
nate of mine, who was killed there
a the last war with Great Britain.
ut sit down," -continued he, "and
et mie tell you his story."..
And there in the dewy freshness
>f that early hour of the summer's
norning we gathei-ed"around the old
nan, to hear his story in the very
cene of its enactment.
During:the war with Great Brit
dn of 1812, there , wee stirring
imes in these waters, Each nation
strove for the mastery of the lakes,
m. ships and fleets were built and
itted out on both sides with marvel
ms celerity. It was-not an uncom
non thing in those days; for a sloop
f-war to be launched all ready for
etive service from our ship yards,
whose timbers forty days. before
were growing greenly in the forest.
In November, 1812, iwas a young
ailor on* board the .staunchi brig
Dneida, thiat was ecnmIandad by
lieutenant Woolsey, and was attach
ad to the American fleet then ci-uis
ng under Commodore Chauncey.
Eor a day or two, our fleet had
been chasing the British sbo of
war, the Royal George, among
he Thousand Islands, and in the
sarly hours of a bleak morning,
bad driven her into Kingston har
bor. Then occurred the daring aid
sault upon the Royal George by our
ittle fleet under the very guns of
bhe frowning fort, that reflected so
much honor upon our' gallant sea
Tom Garnet was a sailor on board
our brig. He had beeri for many
years in the British service, but had
lately enlisted in our navy, and
was ordered on board our vessel.
Tom had not long been on board
before he became the universal fa
vorite of all the offcers and men,
ansd being a most thorough seaman.
was.made captain of the forecastle.
in the performance of every duty,
and always at his post. But he was
as gentle as a woman, and at times
an irrepressible sadness seemed to
weigh down his spirits and cast a
settled gloom over his life. Some
great and abiding sorrow was
weighing heavily upon the heart of
poor Tom, but none of us knew
what it was. What was our sur
prise then, on the- morning of the
battle,-to see Tom's face beaming
with smiles. A great change had
suddenly come over his brooding
spirits, and Tom was as light-heart
ed as a ichild.' His comrades -uick
ly noticed the change, and wonder
ingly inquired tl4e cause.
."Oh ! I shall be with them to
day," said Tom, 'Iahali see them to
"With whom inquired his com
"With Mary; my wife, and our
child in heaven," said he, with great
earnestnesss. "Last ii g h t I
thought I saw her disembodied'
spirit among the angels inmy dream,
and a little one was by her side
whom I had never seen, and they
beckoned me to come. I am sure
I shall go to-day, and be with them
at last. But you enot understand
me," continued Tom, "until I tell.
you all about how it is with me.
In the first place, let,me divide be
tween you my comrades what few
things I have. When I am gone
they will remind you of poor Tom.
As soon as the morning breaks we
shall go into'action andI shall be
killed. They-eemed4o tell me so."
The sailors were at frst disposed
to laugh at what they supposed
were Tom's disordered fancies, but
his great earnestness of manner,
indicating his m beliefin thetruth
fulness of -fiiC r-eentiment, and
having so higli an appreciation of
his noble charaeter, they cheked
thli 14jj "AW eich'i thrnh -~
ceived from ', d--bAh&
ce : .a0
as a se.
And the sailors of poor Tom's
mesiieredi ldbim in ihe
gloomy dagn of that wild Canadian
autumn morning, while the fleet was
putting on sail to engage the inemy,
and listened to poor Tom.
"My father," said Tom "was a
wellto-do English farmer,.who lived
in the&days of our childhood back
n the country aout foity e~'s
froz~ Liyrp~l h.asi s
oa e I married the daughter~ of
a$iered i 1bor~W
to settle down upon the farm and
take care of the old folks, who were
already well along in years. A few
sh ' weeks flew 4lsickly by,
a1d our koenooi wasoe.
distant town to.exchange it for some
things loour liouisikeping.
"WherdlI d o farm
that morn1g, wi and
oxen and load of freight, Mary, my
wife, kissed me good-bye again and
"'You will not be gone long, will
you dear Tom?'" said she.
"jg.zas ogwixst and last parting.
Bt twenty yesiof toll and hard
ship have not wasted the sweetness
of her last kiss from my lips. And
her imaage-how bright and beauti
ful her image appears to me this
morning as I see her:iamy memory
standing at the old farm gate, bid
ding me good-bye as I drove the
oxen down the lane out of her sight
towards the great city.
"I had never been in town before
and it was to me full of wonders.
After I had sold my corn I bought
some things for our house, and had
loaded them on my cart, all ready
to start on my homeward journey,
when I wassroughly seized by_ one
of theidng firessgs,~ thatiere
the ter of every seaport tQwn in
those days, and of which I in my
simplicity had never heard before.
In spite of my tears and entreaties
I was rudely bound, hand and foot,
and dragged, more dead than alive,
on board of one of his mn4esty's
ships, that was onthe eve of setting
sail upon a.long East Indian voy
"On the morrow the ship...sailed.
my oxen were left to wander uin
cared for through the streets of the
.city, with my pi-ecious load of what
was to have, b.een our houisehold
goods, and-before I had the least
opportunity to send a. single word
home to mywife and family to re
long and unaccountable absence
must have occasioned them, we
were far out upon the broad ocean.
"In. the course of a few months
we entered the Indian ocean, and
it was seven long years before our
ship again cast anchor in the harbor
of Liverpool upon her return voy
age. During this long time I had
never heard one word from home
"After our arrival at the home
port I was soon paid my hard
earned wages and received my
discharge. I soon reached the
welcome shore, and at once hur
rfed out of the now dreaded city
towards my old home in the country,
I was so changed in' appearance by
years of exposure under a burning
sun, that I ias sure n6^-one would
know me. But haggard aud woru
as I was, my heart was light at the
thought of soon meeting my dear
wife and friends once more, and. so
I pressed eagerly onward until night
overtookme,. I was afraid to. call
at an inn, lest from my dress and
appearance I should excite suspi
cion and be arrested as a deserter
from the navy. Finding a stack of
straw in a lonely nook, I crept under
it and slept through the night. In
the morning a dense fog enveloped
everything, and I groped my way
on without knowing whither I was
going. It so happened that I wan
dered into the king's broad highway
just in time to fall in with another
press gang who we- p ing by.
They seized me at once and utterly
regardless of my entreaties, and in
spite of my situation, hurried me
Q board another vessel that was
soon under, weigh for the dis
tant western coast of South Ameri
ter we had been cruising
aP!Oo er lyg in the South-,
ern PA.V T % veseaV
frommy captivity, and crossing the
Andes alone.and on foot, arrived af
ter many wanderings and hair
breadth escapeg, weary 'nt worn, at
an Atlantic poft There -Me -ist
opportitffeed fr, sailing was
on boardoI:anAm ican.man-ofwar
that was homeward..bound. :Im
patient- to-de.ve- eelisted in the
American navy as a common sail
orT for athe feri of ones year.
Our ship 'arrived in New York
harbor a few months ago. I was
soon traisf4rred to Commnodore
Chauncey's fleet. as you now see
-"I have never heard one word
from homie since my wife bid
me good-bye at the old farm gat'e
and thattis hiow'fweaty long years
ago. But last evening as I swung
iiiiny bammock, Ifell; asleep, and
Isaw her.inmnydardms, adI han'
told you already. She and our lit
.tle one-must have diedI in my ab
sence, andlIshall be:with them to
"When Tom -bad concluded his
story," continued the old office ,
"there was not a dry eye in that
circle of hard, faced me,andin a
moment after the eommand came
harsh and logid to clear the decks
for action. And then our little ship
rolled gallantly up under' the guns
of the-fort and poured a broad side
into the Royal George. .Soon we
saw a light puff of smoke curl
upwards from one of the batteries
on the shore, and a nine pound
cannon-shot weiit crashing across
"It struck poor Tom, and he fell
dead at our feet. As his body lay
upon the deck, face upturned, there
was a smile playing upon his stiffen
ing featurestliat will haunt metomy
dying4-ay. Death had to him no
terrors. He welcomed its comiing.
It opened to him the door of heav
en, to show him those he loved.
The smile upon his face was a smile
As the old man concluded his
story, he arose from his' seat and
bid us good-bye. And now the
strangest thing about this story of
Tom Garnet is its truth, for it is
not all romance, but is veritable his
tory. Dr. Hough, in 'his "History
of Jefferson County, N. Y.," on
page 471, places upon record an
account of Tom Garnet's singular
>resentiment- andE death, which is
substanitially the same as the one I
hay-e wov6n into--the warp of my
Says the learned historian, in
concluding hi narr,ative. and I use
his very words: "Chauncey's fleet
sailed and engaged the -enemy's
batteries in the harbor of. ingston,
as above ielted; the first shot from
which was a nine pound ball, that
crossed the deck of the Oneida and
passed through -the bod of tom
Garnet at his pst.. He felliastant
Iyrdead; iith thessaie -smile upon
his'e'uliteirnce that habit had im
pre. ed. This singul4r coinidence
ridkverification of rentinen.t
is!se>well attested by authentic wit
nU66stlit it' merits the %ttention
of "the crious."
As the morninjg sun rose glori
ously.in the heavens we left .the.
little island, and it soon grew dim
and shadowyin the distance;- but
Alie fary of poor Tm GOet was
impressea 1ndellibly upn our mem
W1IAT '*i.CAT SAW.
In the new volume, by the Rev.
J. S. Wood, of England-recently
noticed in the -T%ite-Ln titd
"kanand Beast Here and Aereto
fore," ccrs the ollowing'rear
.ahle.story,.wbch the .reader will
he surprid. to see coming frem a
Cdercfith d clergyman of the
Church of England:
"There are, as we know,.jnany
persons who cannot- believe -that,
artiby pit it, theliving should be
ali*6'4ee The - dead: Neither do
I.believe it. But as the spirit
Lives,,though the material body no
longer encloses it, surely there
-be no- diffibulty in. believing
th at the living spirit within an
earthl, . body. may see .a. living.
spirit which has 'scapedfreo.its
L4 Wa1t MFafiW~ the
body the gpirid will live and see
other' spirits similarly freed from
earth, and it is no very great mat
ter that the living should see the
living, though one -bo still en'
shrined in its-earthly tabernacle,
and the other released from it..
"This being granted-and it is
not very much to grant-it neces
sarily follow?.that if the lower
animals possess spirit, they may be
capable of. spirital.a as .well ~as
material vision. .Thiat. they do
possess this,powere~ nd that It can
be exercised, iashogw by the story
of Balaam. ?IThere we find-it defi
nitely stated, not only that the
a.ss-saw the angel,:but that she-saw
him long before her master did.
Now, the.angel, being a spiritual
being, could only be seen wit,h the.
spiritus i ye, and it therefore .fol
lows that, unless the story be
completely false, the animal pos
sessed a spirit, and saw with the
e of thaft spirit.
"I should think that none..who
believed in the truth of the Eoly
Scripturesa(and I again remind the
reader that; this book is only in
tended for those who do so) could
doubt that here is a case which
proves that the spirit of the ass
was capable of seeing and fearing
the spiritual angel. .And if that
be granted1 I do not see how any
one can doubt that the spirit
which saw the angel partook of
his imrmortality,just as her out
ward eye, which saw material
objects, partook of their mortality.
Shortly afterward the eyes of the
prophet were opened, and he also
saw the angel ;- but it must be re
membered that the eyes of the
beast had been ope~ned fira.4, and
that she, her master and the angel
met for the first time in the same
"I have for a long time had in
my.possession a letter from a lady,
in which she' narrates a personal
adventnre which has a singularly
close resemblance to the Scriptural
story ef-Balaam. - It had - been
told me immediately after.I threw
out my 'feeler' ini the 'Common
Objects of the Country.' As I
had at that time the intention of
vindicating the immortality of the
lower animals, I requested the
narrator to write it, so that~ I
might possess the statement au
thenticated in her own band
"At the time of the occurrence
the lady and her mother were
living in an old country chateau
I "'It was during thre winter of
18-. that one evening I happened
to be sitting by the side of a
cheerful fire in my bed-roQm, busily
engaged in caressing a favorite
cat-the .illustrious lady Catha
rine, now, alas, no more. She lay
in a pensive attitude and a wink
ing state of drowsiness in my lap.
'Althpugh my room might be
without candles, it was perfectly
illuminated by the light of the
fire' Thee- were two doors-one
behind me, leading into an apart
ment which had been locked for the
winter, and another on the oppo
site side of, the room, which com
municated with the passage.
"Mamma had not left me many
minutes, and. the high-backed old
fashioned arm-chair, which she
had occupied, remained vacant at
the opposite corr r of the fire
place. Pass, who lay with her
head on my arm, became more
and more sleepy, and I pondered
on the propriety of preparing for
- "'Of a sudden I became aware
that something had effected my
pet's equanimity. The purring
ceased, and ahe exhibited Tapidly
incilffsiig symptoms of uneasi
ness'., I' bent down, and endeav
ored .to coax her into qaietness;
but she instantly strugtiedto her
feet in my lap, and spitting vehe
mently, with. b'ack arched and tail
swollen, she .assumed a mingled.
attitude of terror and defiance.
"'The' change in -heri'osition
obliged me fo raise my head;~and
on looking up, to my inexpressible
horror, I then, :perceived that a
little, hideous, wrinkled old hag
occupied mamma's chair. Her
hands were rested on her knees,
and h'ek, bbdy waastooped forward
so as to bring her face;.inclose;
,Ora.,* withaina --'Her ;eyes,
piai-cingt flerdd-and swinvinig wiR
an overpowering luster, were stead
fastly fixed-on me. It was as if
a fiendwas glaring at me through
them. - Ier dresa and' general ap
pearance denoted her to belong to
the French bourgeois; - but those
eyes,:so woiderfully large, and in
their expression sointensply wick
ed, entirely absor-bed my senses,
and precluded any attention to de
tai. I should have screamed,
but my breath was gone while
that terrible gaze so horribly fas
cinated me ; 1 could: neither with
drawmiy'eyes-nor rise from my
S"'I had meanwhile been trying
to kee,p a tight hold upon the cat,
but she seemed -resolutely deter
mined not to remain in such an
ugly neighborhbood, and after some
most desperate efforts, at last suc
ceeded in-escaping from my grasp.
Leaping over tables, chairs, and
all that came in her way, she re
peatedly threw herself,with fright
fal violence, against the top pan
nel of the door. which communica
ted -with the disused room. Then,
returning in the same frantic man
ner she furiously dashed against
the door on the opposite side.
"'My terror was divided, and I
looked by turns, now at the old
woman, whose great, staring eyes
were constantly fixed on me, and
now at the cat, who was becoming
every instant more frantic. At
last the dreadful idea that the ani
mal had gone mad had the effect
of restoring my breath, and I
"'Mamma ran in immediately,
and the cat, on the door ope.ning,
literally sprang over her head,
and for upward, of half an hour
ran up and down stairs as if pur
sued. 1 turned to point to the ob
ject of my teror; it was gone
Under such circumstances the
lapse of time it is difficult to ap
preciate, but I should say that the
apparition lasted about four or
"'Some time afterwards it trans
pired that a former proprietor of
the house-a woman-had hanged
herself in that very room.'
"The close, but evidently unsus
pecting resemblance of the narra
tive to the story of Balaam is
worthy of notice. In both cases
we have the remarkable fact that
the animal was the first to s.ee
the spiritual~ being, and show by
its terrified actions that it had done
The one thing needful to our
poor humanity is the one duty near
est to na at the time.
THE TORPEDO CHICKEN.
No city in the country has suf
fered more from the class of vaga
bond chicken hieves thai-em
phis, but thnH to F*1neb inge
anity, a panacea for the growing
evil has been discovered, and its
name is the "Torpedo Chicken.
This little machine isasneara chick
en as liuman skill can make it. It
is covered with feathers, 'ith per
fect head, legs and wings. It is
soft to the touch, and the legs and
wings are flexible, and can be
noved, and.plaed in positionsi
similar to those of a genuine chick
en, and when set upon a perch the
deception cannot be discovered
even by an expert. Like other
3hickens, too, if a burning match 1
is placed near its nose it topples off.
fhe perch and when it does it falls
with the weight and destructive
2ess of a bombshell. Inside of
he automaton is placed a torpedo,
which explodes if it is taken by the
legs or struck with any force.
lep.ring of this ingenious machine,
x front street merchant recently or
lered a number'of them with which
to experiment Some half dozen
Af them were secretly distributed
bo persons who complained of
mnoyance from chicken thieves,
md about the time other chickens
seek their roosts they were placed
3onspicuously in the hen houses,
nd,the persons setting jhem.z
bired to be to. awaite gw,*
widow lady .named Mrs. P. Si M
nons, living in Fort Pickering, who
a-bewmneh a&noysdsad whea
watch dog was poisoned only a few
aights.since was so anxious toknow
fhe result of the experiment that
3he sat up to' wait the coming of
%kavisits About one o'clock she
e e o ute
he, fence whih surrounds : her
ouse, -and soon after the scramb
ing noise made by a person elimb
mg over-the.fence. Soonithere was
SflutteringAn. the hen house, a
iubdued cackle, and then a maise
likerthe discharge of a heavq kaded
gun. Au agonizing shriek of pain
md retreating footsteps told of
the success of the machine. The
Lady who before was filled with
inger and -thought only of yen
geance on the thieves who had so
!reifuently taken her. chickens, was
aow filled with alarm and half way
regretted having used the torpedo
chicken. She did not have' the4
sourag to go out doors alone but
~aUed to a neighbor who'had been
roused by the' repoi-t. HKe accom
panies her to the hen house where
m great noise was beingmade by the
vivingelfcjias; Several had
been killed aind some maimed by
the.explosion. .A search was made
for the torpedo chicken, which was
anally found among the wreck of
bhe poultry. The body of the ma
c,hine was blown to atoms, but its
bwo legs were found intact, tightly
grasped by a huge black hand,
which had been literally torn from
the arm. Death never held tighter
bo a dead nigger than this negroe's
biand grasped those too chicken
legs. As before stated, the negro
ran away as fast as it was possible
in his wounded condition, and if
my one finds a negro with his hand
freshly shot oft; let him inform
Dhief Athy of the fact. Another1
negro was br>ught to grief the same
night, by one of the same instra
muents -in the eastern suburbs.
praces of blood were discovered
eading from the chicken roost, and
it is believed he will be arrested.4
Uhis is, indeed a great invention,
md vastly superior to a trap-gun.4
[ts general use will soon rid our]
sity of the large number of chicken4
shieves swho infest it.- The inventor,
when he dies, should be cannonized.
Col. Gildersleeve seems to have
thought it necessary to dissipate the
mpression that this country was "ca
and of riflemen." It was only the
lay after the Dollymount conitest that
mn Irish paper spoke of us as "a nia
~ion of forty millions, who are familiar
with the rifle from their cradle ;" and
1o doubt it was sincere in thinking
bhat the infants went to Central Park
with Remingtons slung on their backs
for fear of Indians, and that hotel so
journers in New York could have for
breakfast the buffalo they had shot4
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C SP1ITUAL Co3MMUNICATION TO A JUDI
Judge Steve Voorhies, a well
nownBrooklyn worthy, has a fine
ittle yacht, in which he frequent
y goes a-fising in Sheepshead bay.
The other day he invited Joe Win
;ers and Frank Stryker to go along.
Ifter they had staited for the boat,
he JuCge discovered that he had.
eft a demijohn behind him and ran
ack for it. As his two friends
strolled along, they met a boy with
6 big, savage, red-eyed tom-cat in
L basket. The boy offered to sell
iim for twenty-five cents, and the
argain was speedily struck The
>oy carried the cat down to the
)oat, and Joe Winters- dexteriously
ransferred him to the locker in the
ftern. Presently Steve came along
with the demijohn and handed it to
Foe who slipped it inside the locker.
rhey put off, and soon got their
ines out. The Judge was seated
n the stern, and, in the course of
m hour or so, Joe said:
"Steve, suppose we take a pull at
he demijohn "
"All right," said the judge, and
1i fixed his lines and went on his
iaunches to get at the locker.
"Guess what it is boys," the
Fudge said, turning round and sumi
ing like a cherub.
"Whisky 1" exclaitned both his
onpanioirs. - -
"By Jolve yonie right" said he
Fdge,and Jhe opened -.t locker
Lnd put in his hand to lay hold
>f the wicker.
"Curr, fit 1" issued from the hole,
md the Judge gave a shiek, hiasti-.
.y drew out his hand, and jam
~utting both his hands tots~a
nd holding it fast.
"Nonsense," said Frank Stryker;
'how couldasnake get in there ?"
"It's; one of Steve's jokes," said
Foe Winters ; "come, Judge, bring
)ut the erbisky.
"Well, I am willin'to do that, but
hiere's something alive inside that's
~ot holdrof the demijohn."
" It won't -do," said Winters ;
'you can't play that on us."
"Well," the Judge said, "I ain't
oking. ..Now just you see."
The Judge carefdlly opened the
ocker and triede to- take out the
iemijohn.~ There was a spitting
hnd a elatter,and the torment sprang
brough the open door, struck Steve
n the thest and sent him sprawling
o the bottom of the boat.
'Lord have mercy onM'me,!" the
Fudge exclaimed, covering his face
with his hands.
His companions roused him up,
md suppressing their mirth, asked
what was the matter.
"Didn't you see ?"the Judge said.
'It sprang right out, soon's I open
ad the locker, and ketched me clean
n the chest."
Both his friends solemnly averred
bhey liad seen nothing, and Joe got
~he demijohn and put it to the
He took a sip and was refreshed
[Chen he sat on the side of the boat,
Lnd said solemnly:.
"Boys, it's a warning. Something
s going to happen. Let's go
They tried to reassure him, but
it length yielded|and turned toward
ihore. When theyreached the land
ng place, the Judge got out first,
and stood haggard and discontent
id awaiting his companions. Pres
mntly there was a howl at the bow
>f the bat, wher~e Joe Wiaters was
,oking a fishing pole, and~ the tom
~at came flying out with distended
all. He gave one bound across
,he boat to the land, passed the
Fudge like an angry flash, and van
shed in the distance.
"Say, boys," the Judge said,
'don't say anything about it-d' ye
1ear ? I haven't been well for some
~ime, and almost anybody would be
m little nervous such weather as
Whatever your profession is en
evor to acquire merit" in it;: for