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we were unable to visit Ajaccio and the you have had the measles, that your Balagna. We could only fix the in teeth are sound, that you are not flatuspiring scenery of Corte in our memo lent, and that he has never given you ries, and so make its historical associa medicine. Legal, from a lawyer, that tions vital and enduring. There was you have never been accused of theft, no other direct way of returning to that you mind your own business, and Bastia than the road by which we that you have never employed him. Docame; but it kept a fresh interest for mestic, — from your wife, that you
don't The conductor of the diligence lift the lids of the kitchen pots, walk in was one of the liveliest fellows living, your sleep, or lose the keyhole of your and entertained us with innumerable door! There ! can any one of you stories; and at the station of Omessa bring me these certificates ? " we met with a character so original The auditors, who had roared with that I wish I could record every word laughter during the speech, became he said.
suddenly grave, — which emboldened The man looked more like a Yankee
the man to ply them with other and than any Italian I had seen for six sharper questions. Our departure cut months. He presented the conductor short the scene; but I heard the conwith what appeared to be a bank-note ductor laughing on his box for a league for one thousand francs; but it proved farther. to be issued by the “Bank of Content," At Ponte alla Leccia we breakfasted and entitled the holder to live a thou on trout, and, speeding down the grand sand years. Happiness was the presi- and lonely valley of the Golo, reached dent, and Temperance the cashier. Bastia towards evening. As we steamed
“I am a director of the bank," said out of the little harbor the next day we the disseminator of the notes, address- took the words of our friend Gregoing the passengers and a group of rovius, and made them ours : countrymen, “and I can put you all in
"Year after year, thy slopes of olives hoar the way of being stockholders. But
Give oil, thy vineyards still their bounty pour ! you must first bring testimonials. Four Thy maize on golden meadows ripen well, are required, -one religious, one medi
And let the sun thy curse of blood dispel,
Till down each vale and on each mountain-side cal, one legal, and one domestic. What
The stains of thy heroic blood be dried ! must they be? Listen, and I will tell. Thy sons be like their fathers, strong and sure, Religious, - from a priest, vouching for
Thy daughters as thy mountain rivers pure,
And still try granite crags between them stand four things : that you have never been And all corruptions of the older land. baptized, never preached, don't believe Fair isle, farewell! thy virtues shall not sleep; in the Pope, and are not afraid of the
Thy fathers' valor shall their children keep,
That ne'er this taunt to thee the stranger cast, ~ Devil. Medical, – from a doctor, that Thy heroes were but fables of the Past!”
Y harvest strews the white sea-sand;
The storm-wind is my scythe and flail ;
My harvests never fail.
I roam at large in greener fields,
Where clover-beds are smoothly mown,
A glory all its own.
I need not pray fair wind and showers,
Nor long for white or purple bloom;
Torn from the deep sea's womb.
Dark is their hue to others' eye,
And shattered is their plumy head;
And live for others, dead.
TRUE? Every syllable.
It was somewhere about twenty years That was a very fair yarn of yours, ago last October, if I recollect fair, Tom Brown, very fair for a landsman, that we were laying in for that particubut I 'll bet you a doughnut I can beat lar trip to Madagascar. I 've done it; and all on the square too, as I say, that little voyage to Madagascar when which is more, if I don't mistake, than the sea was like so much burning oil, you could take oath to. Not to say and the sky like so much burning brass, that I never stretched my yarn a little and the fo'castle as nigh a hell as ever on the fo'castle in my younger days, like fo’castle was in a calm ; I've done it the rest of 'em; but what with living when we came sneaking into port with under roofs so long past, and a call from nigh about every spar gone and pumps the parson regular in strawberry time, going night and day; and I've done it and having to do the flogging conse-, with a drunken captain, on starvation quent on the inakkeracies of statement rations, — duff that a dog on land would follering on the growing up of six boys, n't have touched and two teaspoonfuls a man learns to trim his words a little, of water to the day, — but someways or Tom, and no mistake. It's very much other, of all the times we headed for the as it is with the talk of the sea growing East Shore I don't seem to remember strange to you from hearing nothing but any quite as distinct as this. lubbers who don't know a mizzen-mast We cleared from Long Wharf in the from a church-steeple.
ship Madonna, – which they tell me
means, My Lady, and a pretty name it to be disrespectful as that I mean to was; it was apt to give me that gentle put it tenderly. Officers in the merkind of feeling when I spoke it, which chant service, especially if it happens is surprising when you consider what to be the African service, are brutal a dull old hull she was, never logging men quite as often as they ain't. At over ten knots, and oncertain at that least, that's my experience; and when It may have been because of Moll's some of your great ship-owners argue coming down once in a while in the the case with me, as I 'm free to say days that we lay at dock, bringing the they have done before now, - I say, boy with her, and sitting up on deck in “ That's my experience, sir,” which is a little white apron, knitting. She was all I 've got to say; brutal men, and a very good-looking woman, was my about as fit for their positions as if wife in those days, and I felt proud of they'd been imported for the purpose her, - natural, with the lads looking on. a little indirect from Davy Jones's
· Molly," I used to say, sometimes, Locker. Though they do say that the “Molly Madonna !”
flogging is pretty much done away with “Nonsense !” says she, giving a clack in these days, which makes a differto her needles, — pleased enough though, ence. I warrant you, and turning a very pret- Sometimes on a sunshiny afternoon, ty pink about the cheeks for a four- when the muddy water showed a little years' wife. Seeing as how she was muddier than usual, on account of the always a lady to me, and a true one, clouds being the color of silver, and all and a gentle, though she was n't much the air the color of gold, when the oily at manners or book-learning, and though barrels were knocking about on the I never gave her a silk gown in her life, wharves, and the smells were strong she was quite content, you see, and so from the fish-houses, and the men
shouted and the mates swore, and our I used to speak my thought about baby ran about deck a-play with everythe name sometimes, when the lads were body, — he was a cunning little chap n't particularly noisy, but they laughed at with red stockings and bare knees, me mostly. I was rough enough and bad and the lads took quite a shine to him, enough in those days ; as rough as the " Jake,” his mother would say, with rest, and as bad as the rest, I suppose, a little sigh, - low, so that the captain but yet I seemed to have my notions a never heard, — “think if it was him little different from the others. “Jake's gone away for a year in company the poetry,” they called 'em.
like of that!” We were loading for the East Shore Then she would drop her shining trade, as I said, did n't I? There is n't needles, and call the little fellow back much of the genuine, old-fashioned sharp, and catch him up into her arms. trade left in these days, except the Go into the keeping-room there, whiskey branch, which will be brisk, I Tom, and ask her all about it. Bless take it, till the Malagasy carry the pro- you! she remembers those days at hibitory law by a large majority in both dock better than I do. She could tell houses. We had a little whiskey in you to this hour the color of my shirt, the hold, I remember, that trip, with a and how long my hair was, and what good stock of knives, red flannel, I ate, and how I looked, and what I hand-saws, nails, and cotton. We were said. I did n’t generally swear so thick hoping to be at home again within the when she was about. year. We were well provisioned, and Well ; we weighed, along the last of Dodd, — he was the cook, — Dodd made the month, in pretty good spirits. The about as fair coffee as you 're likely to Madonna was as stanch and seaworthy find in the galley of a trader. As for our as any eight-hundred-tonner in the harofficers, when I say the less said of them bor, if she was clumsy ; we turned in, the better, it ain't so much that I mean some sixteen of us or thereabouts, into VOL. XXII, NO. 133.
the fo'castle, a jolly set, mostly old the wind well, when a storm was brewmessmates, and well content with one ing. He jerked the poor fellow out of another; and the breeze was stiff from the hold, and pushed him along to the the west, with a fair sky.
mate's feet. The night before we were off, Molly I say “poor fellow," and you 'd never and I took a walk upon the wharves wonder why if you'd seen as much of after supper. I carried the baby. A stowing away as I have. boy, sitting on some boxes, pulled my I'd as lief see a son of mine in a sleeve as we went by, and asked me, Carolina slave-gang as to see him lead pointing to the Madonna, if I would tell the life of a stow-away. What with the him the name of the ship.
officers from feeling that they've been “Find out for yourself,” said I, not taken in, and the men, who catch their over-pleased to be interrupted.
cue from their superiors, and the spite “ Don't be cross to him," says Molly. of the lawful boy who hired in the The baby threw a kiss at the boy, and proper way, he don't have what you Molly smiled at him through the dark. may call a tender time. I don't suppose I should ever have re- This chap was a little fellow, slight membered the lubber from that day for his years, which might have been to this, except that I liked the looks fifteen, I take it. He was palish, with of Molly smiling at him through the a jerk of thin hair on his forehead. dark.
He was hungry, and homesick, and My wife and I said good by the next frightened. He looked about on all morning in a little sheltered place our faces, and then he cowered a litamong the lumber on the wharf; she tle, and lay still just as Bob had thrown was one of your women who never like him. to do their crying before folks.
“ We-ell,” says Whitmarsh, very She climbed on the pile of lumber slow, "if you don't repent your bargain and sat down, a little flushed and quiv- before you go ashore, my fine fellow, ery, to watch us off. I remember see- -me, if I ’m mate of the Madonna! ing her there with the baby till we and take that for your pains ! ” were well down the channel.
Upon that he kicks the poor little member noticing the bay as it grew lubber from quarter-deck to bowsprit, cleaner, and thinking that I would or nearly, and goes down to his supper. break off swearing ; and I, remember The men laugh a little, then they whiscursing Bob Smart like a pirate within tle a little, then they finish their song an hour.
quite gay and well acquainted, with the The breeze held steadier than we'd coffee steaming away in the galley. looked for, and we'd made a good off- Nobody has a word for the boy,- bless ing and discharged the pilot by nightfall. you, no! Mr. Whitmarsh — he was the mate - I'll .enture he would n't have bad was aft with the captain. The boys were a mouthful that night if it had not been singing a little; the smell of the coffee for me; and I can't say as I should was coming up, hot and homelike, from have bothered myself about him, if the galley. I was up in the maintop, I it had not come across me sudden, forget what for, when all at once there while he sat there rubbing his eyes came a cry and a shout; and, when I quite violent, with his face to the touched deck, I saw a crowd around west'ard (the sun was setting reddish), the fore-hatch.
that I had seen the lad before ; then I “ What's all this noise for?” says remembered walking on the wharves, Mr. Whitmarsh, coming up and scowl- and him on the box, and Molly saying ing.
softly that I was cross to him. “A stow-away, sir! A boy stowed Seeing that my wife had smiled at away !” said Bob, catching the officer's him, and my baby thrown a kiss at tone quick enough. Bob always tested him, it went against me, you see, not to
look after the little rascal a bit that sitting curled away in a heap under the night.
stern of the long-boat. He had a But you've got no business here, you book. Bob crawls behind and snatches know," said I ; nobody wants you." it up, unbeknown, out of his hands;
" I wish I was ashore !” said he, - then he falls to laughing as if he would “I wish I was ashore !"
strangle, and gives the book a toss With that he begins to rub his eyes
It was a bit of Testament, so very violent that I stopped. There black and old. There was writing on was good stuff in him too; for he choked the yellow leaf, this way: and winked at me, and did it all up about
“Kentucky Hodge. the sun on the water and a cold in the head as well as I could myself just who prays, For you evry day, Amen."
"from his Affecshunate mother about.
I don't know whether it was on ac The boy turned fust red, then white, count of being taken a little notice of and straightened up quite sudden, but that night, but the lad always kind of he never said a word, only sat down hung about me afterwards ; chased me again and let us laugh it out. I've lost round with his eyes in a way he had, my reckoning if he ever heard the last and did odd jobs for me without the of it. He told me one day how he came asking.
by the name, but I forget exactly. One night before the first week was Something about an old fellow – uncle, out, he hauled alongside of me on the I believe - as died in Kentucky, and windlass. I was trying a new pipe the name was moniment-like, you see. (and a very good one, too), so I did n't He used to seem cut up a bit about it give him much notice for a while. at first, for the lads took to it famously;
“You did this job up shrewd, Kent,” but he got used to it in a week or two, said I, by and by; “how did you steer and, seeing as they meant him no unin ? " - for it did not often happen that kindness, took it quite cheery. the Madonna got fairly out of port with One other thing I noticed was that a boy unbeknown in her hold.
he never had the book about after that. “Watch was drunk; I crawled down He fell into our ways next Sunday ahind the whiskey. It was hot, you bet, more easy. and dark. I lay and thought how hun They don't take the Bible just the gry I was," says he.
way you would, Tom, - as a general 6 Friends at home?" says I.
thing, sailors don't ; though I will say Upon that he gives me a nod, very that I never saw the man at sea who short, and gets up and walks off whis- did n't give it the credit of being an tling.
uncommon good yarn. The first Sunday out, that chap But I tell you, Tom Brown, I felt did n't know any more what to do with sorry
for that boy. It's punishment himself than a lobster just put on to bad enough for a little scamp like him boil. Sunday's cleaning day at sea, leaving the honest shore, and folks to you know. The lads washed up, and sat home that were a bit tender of him round, little knots of them, mending maybe, to rough it on a trader, learning their trousers. Bob got out his cards. how to slush down a back-stay, or tie Me and a few mates took it comforta- reef-points with frozen fingers in a ble under the to’gallant fo'castle (I snow-squall. being on watch below), reeling off the But that's not the worst of it, by no stiffest yarns we had in tow. Kent means. Ifever there was a cold-blooded, looked on at euchre awhile, then lis- cruel man, with a wicked eye and a fist tened to us awhile, then walked about like a mallet, it was Job Whitmarsh, oneasy.
taken at his best. And I believe, of all By and by says Bob, “ Look over the trips I 've taken, him being mate of there, - spry!” and there was Kent, the Madonna, Kentucky found him at