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^IRST OUR HOMES; THEN OXJ? STATE; EIaNTAXjI/ST THE iN^TI?N; THESE CONSTITUTE OUR COUNTRY. VOLUME 1. ' SATURDAY "MORNING, MAY 25, 1867. NUMBEr1% TSE ORAiSf?EBURa NEWS. PUBLISHED AT ORANGEBUltO, S. C Every Saturday Morning. SAMUEL DIBBLE, Editor. CHARLES H. HALL, Publisher. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. One Copy for one year........ $2.00 H ?? " Six Month......... 1.00 t* ? ti Three . 60 Any one making up a CLUB of FIVE ANNUAL SUBSCRIBERS will receive an extra, copy FREE OF CHARGE. :o:? BATES OF ADVERTISING. i Square 1st Insertion.,. $1.50 ti ?? 2\1 " . 76 A Square consists of 10 lines Brevier or ono inch cf Advertising space. Contract Advertisements inserted upon the most liberal terms. ?:o:? MARRIAGE and FUNERAL NOTICES, not ex ic '.<ng one Square, inserted without charge. ?:o:? . ??".Terms Cash In Advance. ^S3a ?-:o:? For further particulars, apply to Mn. CiiAm.Ks II. Ilii-t, or address SAMUEL DIBBLE, EniTon OnANOXDURO News. Orangeburg, S..C. fob 23* o . iy PUBLIC OFFICERS. ORANGEBURG DISTRICT. *0nniNxnr?r. A. McMichncl. Com mission rn. in Equitt?V. D. V. Jamison. Cccbk or OovnT?Joseph F. Rebinson. Sheriff?J. W. II. Dukes. 'Coromkb?C. B. Glover. Tax Collectors.?Orange Parish.?P- W- Fairy. ? aiatllTcws Pfcrbh.? W. II. Dautzler. - A?iT. Assessor U. S. REVESVE.t-aeorgo W. ] ?Sturgeon^ Aokst FOR Stamps, &c;?P. V. Dibblo. Magistrates?Thomas P. Stokes, W. R. Trcad "well, A. J. Gaskius, P. W. Fairy, David L. Connor, J. II. Fehler, Levin Argoe, R. V. Dannelly,- E. A. Trice, W. L. Ehney, J. D. Pricket, Samuel E. Moor ?r, C; B. Glover, E. C. Holman, P. C. Buy ok, F. M. Waahaniakcr, D. O. TindalL Commissioners to Appnova Skccrvtibb?J. G. ?V/annamakcr, James Stokes, D. R. Barton, Adam Stroke, A. D. Frederick. Cohmu9ioxf.1i! or Public BuiLUixus?Win. M. Hutoott, Harpin Biggs, E. EzekicL. Joseph P. Huri l?y, F. H. W. Briggmann. Commissioners of Ro ads?Orange Parish?West ley i looser, P. W. Fairy, Sumuol-M. Fairy, Samuel 0. Fair, F. Livingston, W. S. Riloy, Wcstlcy Culler, IL C. Vfannamakcr, N. E. W, Sistrunk.'lfc Living ston, James Stokes, J. D. Knotts, R. P. Ant ley, John 8. Bowman, J. L. Moorcr, W. C. Moss, Lewis Ga rlolc, B. A. Yon, J. H. O'Cain, Ellison Connor, John' Urodie, J. G. Guignard, Jacob Cooncr,. Georgo Bj-rd, J. T. Jennings, David Dannelly. CoMMis8iONEns of Roaos?St. Matthews Parish? C. S. Darby, W. C. Hane, M. K. Holman, Andrew rtonaer. S. A. Parlour, E. T. Shular, J. L. Parlour, Qwen Shular, T. G. Shular, W. L. Tou, J. W. Sei Urs, R. W. Bates, J. W. Borbour, Augustus Avin ger, P. W; Avingcr, J. D. Zeigler, M. J. Keller, J. C. Holman. Commissioners of Free Schools?Orange Parish David L. Connor, J. R. Milhous,* Henry N. Snell, John Jordan, N. C. Whetstone, John Inabinct, Dr. 0. N. Bowman, Samuel Dibble. Commission Kits of Frkk Schools?St. Matthu'ws Parish?reter Buyck, J. H. Keller, Wcstley Housor, John Riley, J. H. Folder, Adam Hobuan. Post Offices in Ornngcfourg District. offices. postmasters. Orangeburg.;.Tunddcus C. Hubbcll. fit, Matthews.Mrs. Sally J. Wiles. , Vance's Ferry.:.lt. M. E. Avingcr. ? Branchville.;...Mrs. Amy Thompson." Sort Motte.John Dirohmorc ? Schedule South Carolina Rail Road. Doi?n Passenger. Leave Columbia at. 6.30 A. M* and 11.40 A. Ml " Orangeburg at... 10.89 A. M.*and 8.08 P.M. Arrive at Charleston.... 4 P. M. . '* ?? Angusta. 6 P. M. and II P. M. Up Passenger. Leave Augusta at.7 A. M. and 0.30 P. M. " Charleston at.8 A. M. '?. Oraagoburg at.1.80 P. M. and 11.66 P. M. Arrive at Columbia at.6.20 P. M. and 8.22 A. M. Down Freight. . Loav? Orangeburg at.10 A.M. Arrive, at Charleston at. 0.10 P. M. Up Freight. Leave Orangeburg at.1.88 P. M. Arrive at Columbia at.0.80 P. M. *This is the only Passenger Train for Charleston ftttd -Points below Branchville- For tho Augusta Road Passengers may take either Train. / mar 28 g .to POETRY. My Life Is Like the Summer Kose. by noN. mciiAnn iiknry wm.dk. My lifo in iiko the summer rose That opens to tlio morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening clogo, Is scattered on the ground?todio! Yet on that rose's humblo bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if sho wopt tho waste to sec? But nono shall weep a tear for uro. My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in tho moon s pale ray;"' Its hold is frail?its dato is brief, Restless and soon to pass away ; Yet, cro that leaf shall fall and fudo, The parent tree will mourn its shade, ? The winds bewail the leafless tree? But nono shall breathe a sigh for me! My life is like the prints, which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand ; Sooft us the rising tide shall beut, All trace will vanish from the sand; Yet, ns if grieving to elfucc All vestigo of the human race, Guthat lone shore loud moans the sen? But none, alas I shall mourn for me! Death of Richard Henry Wilde. BY IKIX. A. It. MEEK. The hnrp that sang ??the Summer Rose," hi strains so sweetly ami so well, Thnt, soft as dews tit evening's close, The pure and liquid numbers fell. Is hushed and shattered! now no more Its silvery chords their music pour, But, crusiicd by an untimely blow, Both harp and flower in dust lie low! The bard?alas! I knew him well? A noble, generous, gentle heart, Which, as his brave hand struck the shell. Poured feelings through the veins of art. What radiant beauty round Ids lyre, Pure us Ids loved Italian fire! He caught tho sweetest beams of rhyme? The Tusso of bur Western clinic! ^ Nor this alone; a loftier power, That shone in halls of high degree, And strayed the fecliug.s of I lie hour, j\s suuinicr.wlbda iltlrTrlpplB<t'Kcn>-- -?- - Bright eloquence ! to him was given? ^. That spark tho prophet drew from heaven! It touched his lips with patriot name, And shod n halo round his name. Bard of the South! the ??Summer Rose," May perish with the "autumnal leaf," The "footprints left on Tampa's" shores Maj' vanish witli n dato as brief; But thine shall bo tjio "life" of fame? No winter winds can wreck tho name ; And futuro minstrels shall rchcarso Thy virtues' in memorial verse J ORIGINAL N0UVELETTE. [Composed Expressly for the Orangeburg News.] Woodland Heights. A ROMANCE OF THE X> .A. Y S O IF i G 5. hv taysan. (ConchuM.) OH Ar. VIII. '?Auspicious Hope, in thy swcot garden grow Wreaths for euch toil, a charm for every woe." Let ub revert once more to Wallace Tiinrod. We fiud him' at Dr. Thrnsmns', still living; and sanguine hopes cntortaincd of his final re covery. He has been well treated, both pro fcssict'dlly and socially. Iiis wound is begin ning - to heal, and- ho is about to prove the rara ".one out of a-thousand" cases of the kind, jib survive aud recover. His friends and rela tives, however, have heard nothing of hiin since the war, and suppose him dead. 'All communications have been destroyed, and there is no possible chance for him to get a better home. Oh ! that he could get just one line to Mary Adir, to let her kuow that he is still liv ing?one line, that she might know that ho is the same unchanged, devoted quo as -in days gone by. Again we change the scene, and pass over a short' interval of time. Spring and suwincr have passed away. Antutnn too, has bestowed his treasures upon mankind, and doffed his rus sot gnrb. Winter with his bleak cloak holds sway. Instead of the bright sunshine, dark clouds envelope tho skios, whose dropping floe jo Hproads a white covering over tho vul loysuud.plains. Mary Adir is standing on the door-step of her home at Woodland Heights, watching tho falling snow-flakes, as they sweep through the air like white rose-loavcs scattered in the wind. Tho ruddy glow of. wint'or has criinsoncu'her chock,; and again she looks lik? hor .'former'self. Three weeks from that hour, she and Tont Williland'arc to be married. The thought fills her soul with dread. How cold how unnatural will bo the uuion I But she is plighted?'not to love, reader-1?b?t to honor? and sho would rather sacrifice happiness than this. Oh 1 that she could recall that insensate interview, in which sbo had giyou an involun tary assent to that, which sho would givo worlds if sho had declined. But, alas 1 it is too late. "She has set ho'r life "upon a oust, And must stand the hazard of the die.*' It was her own fault, nobody to blame but herself. She had coiuutittcd herself to a tacit engagement, and must yield to the ?weakness upon which it was based. ?'Then away, ye fruitless wishes," sho said mentally, us she turned and entered the door of the parlor, for the cold had begun to chill her. A nice little fii"e, whose crackling fagots seemed to try and cheer her ponsiveucss, greeted her presence. Taking a scat near, she fixed her eyes upon the yellow flames, and relapsed into sadness again. In ths midst of this solitude, u rap at the' door Announced the presence of some oncf supposing it to be a servant, she exclaimed? ?'Come iu." A form rushed in?a glance, und then n startled gaze, whose wildness the presence of a ghost could not have heightened, indicated her amazement. Was it an astounding truth? or was it only a phantom 'f One inclination to embrace it?another to shrink back from it, kept her bound like un immovable statue, until the near approach of Wallace Thnrod, with the frank and open manner of former days, proved to her the truth and reality of "his pre sence, aud that be was to her the same as her Wallace of old; und she fell into his out stretched arms, and wept. AVord.s cannot depict, with justico, that hup p)' meeting. Sufiioc it to say. that, after mu? tunl questions and explanations, the mystery was explained,?the author of her misery was. now seen through the dark shades of his cha racter?his persuasive eloquence and winning love-talk, never greatly admired, was now rc-j garded with loathing, as the dissimulation of an. "impostor. She bad been ensnared by the artii ful and cunning Tom Willilytnd. jj ?Oh! SVall.iv.v,,M sue exelai'moU, in "a Isuil^ dued tone, "I have been deceived,?basely de ceived. The dupe of my own weakness, the victim of a most cruel fate, the object of a most shameful design, L am plighted, Wallace, plighted to Tom Williland. But 1 am unde ceived now?three weeks from to-day we would have been married. Here is the cause, the. ouco mysterious cause of liiy apparent unfaith fulness," she is claimed, as she bunded him the forged letter. As he read his face became paler, aud his glance r. oro fierce. As the end approached his paleiicss succeeded to a burning glow upon his check, which told, that indignation and vengeance were racking bis brain. After be had finished, he tore the paper into a thousand pieces, and the play of passion over bis fea tures showed plainer than words could express, the ycariiitig for revenge. Rising to leave, he. said half fondly and " passionately???Mamie,! darling, you arc mine !" '?Oh! Wallace hear mo just once"?ex-( claimed Mary, excitedly reading from bis coun tenance bis purpose of vengeance. t;T have seen and heard too much already"?I be said wildly?"there is but one cxpntiationl that will satisfy this wounded pride?this im posture of a base spirit !" '?'Oh ! Wallace, be calm," s^id Mary, trying' to subdue her own excitement?"you will act] rashly and take the life of Tom Williland, and the law will,?will require yours in return." "Fear not for inc. dearest," said Wallace, aud tore himself away from her presence. CHAP. IX. "I've ariris. and friends, and vengeance near." Hurrying at once to Mr. Craven's he sought Earnest Sinclair Craven, bis most confidential friend, and brother of Kate, whom be had seen just before his interview with Mary Adir j ex plained to him the treachery of Williland; and asked his assistance in this extremity. He then wrote a challenge, alleging the causes which prompted such a course, and demanding an immediate choice of weapons and appoint ment of place; and K?mest bore it at oucc to Tom Williland. A coward might have shown fear at this un expected demand for revenge. But Tom Wil liland was no coward. Although his counten ance grew somewhat livid upon the reading of the challenge, which was to him tho first inti mation of Wallace's return, and the failure of ?his own base designs, and bis eyes quailed for on instant only ; yet a second reading seemed to gain for him pew courage, and he expressed bis willingness to accept the challenge. Pistols wcro the weapons chosen, and ten paces tho interval. Ten o'clock the next day was tho hour appointed, and (jemote Kerry the location. Both parties lay down at the usual hour of retiring' on the precceding night, and ?lept soundly until the next morning. At tho ap pointed hour the principals with. their seconds and physicians were at tho scene, that was to test mental and physical courage. The dis tance was marked off, tho pistols loaded, and tho principals of this deadly experiment for 4ear life,'stationed opposite each other. Tho seconds took their positions. An imposing solemnity was only heightened by the stillness of the hour. Not a branch moved?not. a breeze stirred. All was silence, solemn stillness, until the precautionary com mand "ready," was given. The principals turned upon their heels and were urrayed face to face in the avenging jaws of death. ''Aim, ?n>?one, two"?and tho simultaneous dis charge of two pistols proclaimed the decision. Tom Williland fell. "Shot?" "Yes !" the surgeon announced "through the lings." In twenty minutes he died. , During the interim between his mortal found and death, he requested Wallaco Titu iod's presence by bis side, and in that contrite slate, which the approach of death generally brings about, in the la?t moments of life, he confessed his error?tho abuse he made of Wallace Timrod's absence, and prayed forgive* nes T "Tell Mary Adir," said he, "that I have met ] a just fate, but ask her in the name of God to forgive me." Tears trickled down the cheeks of. Wallace Timrod,nnd in sobs of lamentation, he extended to the dying penitent his hand in token of forgiveness. CHAD. X. "The wars nrc over, The spring is cuinc, Tlie bride and her lover IInvc sought their home: J&S They nrc hnppy, we rejoice; V. Let their hearts have an echo in every voice." i\:How soon the world forgets! Only two months have passed, since the fatal affray be tfreou Wallace Timrod and Tom Williland. Tho latter is remembered, only as the recital of /y?me incident connected with his life or death |^r^S5^u'*? him to tho mind. The shades of sadness caused by his prema ture death, have vanished. Anticipations of gaycty and pleusuro have expelled tho gloom; and Woodbind Heights is undergoing a thorough refitment. All within is hurry and bustle. Chairs arc being set to their places, and tables arranged. Btsy voices of persons passing and ropuesing indicate an unusual confusion in those once si lent halls. A busy troupe of bridesmaids in an ante chamber are discussing and arranging their toilets. Festoons of evergreens, bedecked with artificial flowers are suspended in the par lor and over the door-facings, in token of the coming event. One by one tho invited guests are dropping in. Mary Adir, in her white silken robe is standing before a mirror arranging her raven hair as the last preliminary preparation for that exciting, yet longed-for' event, that is to decide her fate for weal or for woe. Twilight spreads its mantle o'er the scene. The minister has arrived, and Mary Adir with Wallace Timrod trips through the dense crowd to the sacred altar of matrimony. The solemn ceremony is performed, and they are pro nounced man and wife. Yes ! the book is closed. I'crhaps, hereaf ter the indifferent will never have interest enough to read, and to the envious it will never open. The difficulties, the misfortunes and trying ordeals through which they have passed, are now forgotten ; and the future, a smooth and brilliant future, whose vista opens to their con templative gaze, prospects of unchanging love and earthly happiness, has eclipsed the sad re uiinisccnHCS of the past, and heightened the beauty of the bud of promise, which, in the sunshine of love, is just now opening in per spective its bright petals before them. M 1 S C K Ii Ii A N H O II S . A Parable for Business Men. There was ouco upon a time a man who kept a store and sold goods wholesale and retail. And became melancholy, because customers were shy and times hard. And he said: Lo! I ant ruined and the sensation is disagrealde. And my ruin is the more painful to bear be cause it is slow in progress, even as water doth gradually boconid hotter in tho pot wheroiu the lobster boilcth, until the crustaceous crea j hire ehrieketh out his soul in anguish. Lo! It is better to bo ruined quickly than [to onduro this slow torture. I will give my money away to the poor man |L?cvon to the poorest, which is ho who printeth newspapers, and I will shut up my shop and wrap myself in sack-cloth of desolation, and pass my days in the perilous or broken banks, cursing the Hardness of the times and rending my garments. And tho howling of Rome shall be as dulcet sounds of dulcimers, and they who blow the flutes and instrumenta of music, compared to tho din, I will make in the ear of the wicked? even in the ears of the bank directors. And oven as he said, so he did; for ho was not like other men's sons who arc foolish and know it not, and say they will do so and so, performing that which is contrary. For the sonB of men nro fickle, and he that is born of a woman doth spite his faco Ly di minishing the length of tho nose thereof. And)lo! the printer?Hiven ho who publishcth newspapers? was made glad by the bounty of him who sold wholesale and retail; and he did sound his praises and print them moreover; aud did blow his trumpet of fame respecting that man's dealing from the rising of the sun even to the going down ?f the same. And be?even the printer of papers?did magnify and enlarge upon the stock of goods which tho trader had in store, and did publish tho variety and the excellence, and the new ness and the beauty, and the cheapness thereof, till the people?yes ! all of them far and near, were amazed. And they said lo ! this man hath gathered fron? the cast and west costly merchandise and wares of wondrous value?even tho workman ship of cunning artificers?and we knew it not. Go to, then. We will lay out our silvor and gold in these things which tho printer printed of, aud that which he doth publish shall be ours. For this man's merchandise is better (bau the bank notes of those who promise to pay, and therein lie, even banks of deposit, which beguile us of our money and swindle us like sin. But the trader was still sad, and he said, the money that these people bring inc for the goodSj in my store I will give to the printer, and thus will I ruin myself; I will do that which no man bath done in time.or before. I will make the printer man, whom all men scorn for his poverty, rich, and he shall be clad in fine linen and rejoice. Aud the sons of men shall meet him in tho market place, and the sheriff* shall shun him, and the scoffers shall be rebuked and shall take off their hats to him that was poor. And be shall flash the dollars iu the eyes of | the foolish, and shall cat bank note suudwiches. ? -'Yes, even shall he light his pipe with rail road scrip, and cast bis spittle on the beards ofl other men. For I shall ruiu myself, aud be who adver tises inc shall enjoy my substance. But, lo ! the trading man?even he who sold merchandise became rich; aud even as tho un clean beast lictli in the mire, so stirred he not by reason of much gold. And tho people flocked to his store from the North, and from the South, and from the Fast, and from tho West. And the priuter rejoiced, and his "phnt" did abound. But the trader could not become poor, and bis melancholy ceased, and the smiles of happi ness were upon his face. And his children did become mighty in the land by reason of tho dollars which many of tho people who read his advertisements had poured into the trader's money bags. \Jt\D\sh Paper. F?n the Ladies.?As the season for wear ing light colored fabrics is approaching, the following method of preserving the colors in washiug these materials will be of interest. It i"? from a lady correspondent of an . exchange, who says she has never known it to fail: "I herewith send you an oxccllcnt method for washing dresses of printed muslins, lawns, &e., so as to preserve colors, whether the pattern be printed in black or variega ted hues. The dress should bo washed in lather, and uot by applying the soap in the usual way?direct upon the muslin. Make a lather by boiling some soap aud water together; let it stand until it is sufficiently cool to use, and previously to putting the. dress into it, throw in a handful of salt; rinse tho dress without wringing it, iu clear, cold water, into which a little salt has been thrown; remove it and rinse it in a fresh supply of clear water and salt. Then wring the dress in a cloth and hang it to dry immediately, spreading as open as possible, so as to prevent ouo part lying over another.- Should there be any white iu tho ' attcrn, mix a little blue in the water." tints to YoUNO Men.?Have always a go. I book within your roach, which you may catch up at your odd minutes : u singlc thought made your own may bo an invaluable treasure to you, and give color to your wholo lifo. Fif teen minutes n day saved in this way will give you, in one year, a fund of valuablo informa tion, which no young man of enterprise can afford to spare; and how much may thus be ac complished in a lifetime who can tell'( a HUMOROUS . Conuu?runis. Why is a lady of fashion like ft success ful ; sportsman? Because sho bags the hair (/mrr). Why is a husband liko a Mississippi nt cam boat ? Because he never knows when he may get a blowing up. When is a lover like a tailor? Wrbon ho presses his suit Why are hot buckwheat-cakes like a cater pillar? Because they are the "grub" that makes the butter fly. ..' ?. Why is it that thef moment of popping the question is so terrible to young ' fellows thnt they, frequently cannot ?utter a word ? Be cause just then they love tho fair one beyond expression. . . Why is an accepted suitor liko a person * guilty of crime ? Becauso ho ought to be transported. Why is a man who beats hts Wife like an exquisitely formed dog. Because he is a per fect brute. Why does a salmon die before it lives ? ^Be cause its existence is or? before it coincs to Wrhat do cats have which no other naimal has? Kittens. g What is worse than raining pitchforks ? Hailing omnibuses. 4 ' * Why is a man with a curved spine like a . a house with a rear piazza? Because he has a j back stoop. Shorgc, why, is the James River like a keg of lager beer? Because they both flow ioto . Butch Gap Canal. .: Getting Maruied.?A loafer, who had been noisy, was up before the Mayor's court; His honor told him to pay over five dollars for his fine. "C-c-c-can't do it," muttered he; "a-a-ain't - got tho p-p-pewtcr." "Are you a married man ?" inquired the Mayor. "N-n-n-not exactly so f-f-far gone yet," sir.', "Well, I will have to send you to the work house." . "T-t-t-taiu't nothiit' to g-g-go there," said Alick j "b-b-but when you t-t-talked about m-m-raarriagc, old fellow, you f-f-rightened ' Political.?"I say, you Sam Johusing, does j'ou know anything about dis woman, Fol \ ly Ticks, dat white folks talk so much nbout ?" "Well, 'I .doesn't. You are too hnrd'for dis child dis time." "Why, Sam, I tort you knowed ebcry tiug." "So I doz. . I knows Polly Jones, what sells coffeo in do wegctable market, and I kuows Polly Tomson, what docs gwyin out to day's work up in Canal Street; but when it comes to Polly Ticks, I'm hodercd. Guess you'd better ax white folks, Petoj doy rjcer to know all about her." A Boctor was summoned to a cottage at Har wood, in England, and fouud a boy in need of his services. "Show your tongue," said the doctor. The boy stared like an owl. "My good boy, let mc sco your tongue," re peated the doctor. , "Talk English, doctor," said the mother, and then, turning to her son, said, "H?pen thy gobbler, and push out thy lolliker." The mouth flew open, and the doctor was torriblv."taken in." - * For tiie Benefit op the Ueus.?When Br. Franklin was agent in England, in 1771, one of tho ministry inquired of him what would satisfy tho Colonies. He answered thnt it might. bo comprised in a few lies (the latin for things.?El>.), and sat down, and wrote as follows: 7<?c-call your troops, re-store Castle William, jv-pair the damage done to Boston, re- ? peal your unconstitutional acts, re nouncc your protonsions to taxation; and re-fuud the du ties you have oxtortcd. Afterwards, rc-quiro and rc-coivo pay for .tea destroyed j aud then rc-joice in n happy l\V.-conciliatiuii. A Stretchy Yarn.?Wo wcro running' down from Barbadoos, and tho lady passengers . were admiring the beautiful flying-fish, when one turned to Jack Lady, who had the wheel, and inquired,? "Jack, do those beautiful fish ever grow any larger ?" "Why, yes, martri. Down thrro at the Capo Vcrds they grow as long as that mainmast." "lndoed ' And do they fly, like these "Not'zactly, mann. They flies longer and higher. Some of 'em fly just liko eagles n\\ day, and moro'n two miles high. One day Bill Fawcctt was slecpin' up in tho forctop';'' with his dinner-port wido open, and ono of 'cm - Capo Yerdersflew right slap down his throat." "Why, .Jack, that was singular ! A fish as. long as that mainmast flying- down a man's, throat?" "Bog pardon, mann ; can't talk much at tho wheel. I 'speck Bill must ha' strottohed liko blazes, or olso my yarn has "