Evening Star Newspaper, August 15, 1926, Page 80

4 A Mutiny and Memories of the Heroism of Old Sea Days. 1S face was seamed like old sheet of leather. Against the mahogany _color of it his eyes were startlingly! blue. He was very old. His hands were knotted and gnarled, the brown skin creased and folded over them. The fingers, though, were nimble enough when wrestling with a piece of obstinate canvas or splicing an obstinate hawser. He was stooped a little. He was lean and stringy and tough. He sat now on an upturned bucket In the storeroom of the Oddistar slowly making a monkey knot in the end of a new heaving line. It was a little after dawn. The watch was already stirring, ready for the washing down. They (rooped along the alleyway at last to the storeroom, the bos'n in the lead. An ugly-looking gang, riffraff of the Cal- 1a0 water front, where the Oddistar’s original crew had deserted to work in the mountain mines. They were out casts from the home country, some of them Latin Americans, one man from Bamoa, two half Indians, all gathered by the crimps for Capt. Havis, who was of the old school, and had once claimed he could make w sailor out of a sack of coal, given time and a belaying pin. But that was long ago. A surly gang he had now—a gang {)mmlslng trouble every mile of the long journey home to London. The bos'n said, “Brooms, Lamps," and stepped into the storeroom, cease- lessly chewing his quid and looking with disfavor on the men he had to drive. The lamp trimmer stood up, his joints cracking and his watery old eyes blinking “Brooms,” he cackled, moving to the corner where they were stacked “Brooms! Ye ought t' be thankful ye ’aven't t' 'olystone ever morn."” He chuckled reminiscently as he handed each man a broom and kept the tally. “When I was on th’ Thermopylae in *84 we 'ad t' ‘olystone every day . . Beat th’ Cutty Sark’s record that trip . . . Drive! Drive! Drive! 2 “Hoses, Lamps,” said the bos'n un- perturbed. The old man hobbled over to the corner where the coiled hose lay and watched while two were lifted on men's shoulders. Then the watch filed out of the storeroom, scowling, sul- len, resentful that they should have to work at all. The bos'n lingered “Gettin' ugly," he muttered at last “Ole man's taken t' carryin' a re- volver. . Mate ‘ad to beat one up yesterday. “Ugly it cackled the lamp trimmer, sittin again on his bucket “Reminds me o' the time we ‘ad on th’ Flying Cloud, four-mast hark outer Bristol. Mutinied 19 davs out an’ set th' ole man an' the mate adrift. T was aloft % “It's able t' ‘appen here muttered the bos'n, shaking his head. “Crew of bewch combers never was no good.” He left at 1. deck and take one of the hose in lus own hands. The lamp trimmer stared at the bulkhead when he had gone and uneasy thoughts disturbed him Matters were bad. The crew this vo age was one of the most unruly had ever seen. He forgot the k he had half completed. His twitched restlessly. His old eyes were looking down the past, before the age of ateamships, when he had been up- right and youns on the Flying Cloud and there had been shooting 1 knives flashing in the gray of an At- lantic dawn. He shivered a little and the knuckles of his twitching old hands crackled eerily * ok ox ¥ HE night shades were gathering ea when the lamp trim- o over the mer left in the alleyway gation lights he « the door carefully such a crew as the Odd ed this trip would steal ar Then he picked up the lanterns again and hobbled up the foc'sle companion to the deck. Tt was beautiful up ther with the sunset th the tropics. golden light on the far hon just disappeared, was the reked for beautiful in le nd 1 nd of crim TA southern C devised m out of the sea small place on the coast between Ven tura and Santa Barbara, there are re ported to more than 100 oil der- ricks in the ocean. They extend from the shore a distance of several hundred yards and lift oil from a pump ummerland. a depth of 1,500 feet below the ocean’s | bel. at Sum- of oil sand ocean a resu shore The oil sirike in the merland was m yedpages ulong trickled down t along to the wi pectors thought arfll throush the ocean’s bed than to drill through rock formation along the shore, so they put down several wells and succeeded in striking ofl. The derrick pum holst the ofl into pipes and send it t and Oil pros th e wiser inds of an | to follow the watch on | KING OIL F nia there has been, THE Lamp Trimmer of the Oddistar By Albert Richard Wetjen son merging imperceptibly into the pervading gold. The lamp trimmer went up the com- panion to the bridge and crossed into the port wing. A broad-shouldered, burly man stood there, dressed in soiled white duck pants and a gray flannel shirt with a black tie. The sleeves were rolled up and a broad belt encircled the waist. It hardly needed the faded gold brald of the blue peaked cap to tell that this was the captain. Command was ap- parent in the steady gray eyes, in the strong, rugged jaw, in the sweep of the high forehead and the bushy gray brows. But for all the apparent power and the sturdiness of the man there was the age lag in his walk also and the lift of the shoulders was not so reckless and effortless as it had been. They both belonged to the past, cap- tain and lamp trimmer, and the con- fidence of youth was no longer theirs. “A fine night comin’, Thompson,” said the captain, turning as the other approached. The lamp trimmer cacklefl and set down two of his lan- terns on the spotless deck, well aware they were wiped so clean they would not leave the slightest stain. The other lantern in his hand, a red lan- tern, he hobhled with to the extreme bridge wing. “A fine night, sir,” he answered. “An’ ye'll need t’ watch th’ men, Cap'n Havis” He was privileged because he had sailed with the other since the Thermopylae days. The captain frowned and fingered his clipped gray beard. “An’ what are they up to, Thomp- son?" “Whisky out th’ fore ‘old, sir. I foun' th’ bulk’ead door busted, th’ one leadin’ to th’ foc' “Lock busted, eh?" the captain mused. He sighed. He was old and conflict no longer pleased him. “Did you close it?" The other shook with hoarse laugh- ter, “Aye. Ye'll mind we ’ad holes drilled for rivetin' th’ thing up an’ never ad’ time t’ finish. 1 put a cou- pla bolts through and burred over th’ threads. They'll not open it again.” “I'll watch ‘em,” muttered the cap- tain. Years before he would have summoned his mate and gone for'ard and searched every inch of the foc’sle for the stolen bottles. But he was { not equal to it now and he knew it. { He wanted peace. He was getting too | old for the sea. The lamp trimmer bent over the end ! of the bridge and slid the red lantern |into the red-painted long half box. The Oddistar was very ancient, like | some of her crew, and had no dyna- | mos. Everything was lighted by oil lamps. The red light fixed, the lamp | trimmer placed the green in position and then went down on the main deck to clamber with surprising agility up | the rigging with the white masthead [light. That done, the binnacle lamps had to be brought from below and placed in the little wheelhouse. Then | the chartroom lamp had to be lighted, and the lamps in the little saloon, in | the wheelhouse and in the foc'sle. The [lamp trimmer went about it all methodically, as he “had done for 12 vears, ever since following Capt. H to a berth on the wheezy Odadi- star. * o ok ok JOR'ARD again, the lamp trimmer i in his cabin, adjoining his | storeroom, spelling slowly, word by | word, from an old San Francisco paper. | propped against the sugar howl before | him. Spectacles were on his nose; his feet were thrust into soft, highly dec- orated carpet slippers. He had cast off his neatly patched blue uniform jacket and sat in his shirt sleeves, his white hair shining silvery in the light from polished brass lantern in its hove him | After eating he lay on his bunk, | smoking an old pipe, and stared at the | white-painted deckhead, his eyes al- | most closed and seeing, not the seams 'undn‘r the paint nor the rivet heads eel beams, but the sea of 30 and tall ships and gray men who had long since | worked wughed and loved and | & lways dreamed _thus, every night after work was finished Tonight, after a while, the dreams | did not come so easily. At first it was ht, but later the talk from the liOM THE SEA. In Los Angeles there are many oil in operation. There are as us three oil derricks in_one back yard in some places there. Some | years ago the city council compelled |the property owners to shut down | these ofl wells, as persons residing in | the neighborhood held that they were !a nuisance and so tended to depre- ciate property values. During the World War, however, there was great demand for ch to keep our many industries at full capacity, the ity granted permission” to reopen and pump out these long-sealed ofl wells in the residence district, and during the time they were heing operated it is said that nany of them vielded from $10 to $20 worth of oil each day. Of late there has been a recrudescence of the oil industry in that district, and it 18 now held to be a most important 65-0 £S5 sat lot the | years | sails and and | wells | many | when fuel ofl with w I foc'sle grew very loud. It disturbing _thoughts to the old lamp trimmer. The men were ugly, sullen and ripe for any mischief. There was whisky somewhere below; a case of It was missing from the forehold cargo. There was no saying what might happen. With good sailors the ingrained discipline of the sea would serve to keep them in check no mat- ter how much liquor they might have consumed. But who could answer for the scum of the Callao beaches? The lamp trimmer dozed, and it seemed he was back again in the foc'sle of the Thermopylae, the slush lamp swinging overhead and the decks lifting mightily underfoot as she drove into it, the sails lunging her across the miles of water between Liverpool and Sydney, 78 days from anchorage to anchorage. And once, in ‘84, she had beaten the famous Cutty Sark. Drive! Drive! Drive! The old days were gone. Officers had been officers then, and seamen seamen. The old Thermopylae. . The lamp trimmer was awakened by a rough hand shaking him. Instinctively he reached for his sea boots and before his eyes were fully open he was pulling them on, still back in the sailing-ship era. But a voice sald thickly, “Wot've yer done to th’ bulk'ead door?” and he saw bending toward him the unshaven, brought - He slipped to the deck and stared at the other. Then, as the situation dawned on him, he cackled, “Bolted ‘er up. What might ye be thinkin’ ver doin’ in my room? Get out of it else I'll drive ye.” He looked around wooden knobkerrie he had hought in Africa more years back than he cared to remember. Then he staggered from a blow across the jaw. and the edge of the bunk drove sharply across his shoul- s so that he gasped. He was an but he st ghtened and k, and_his bony fist caught the face before him between the eves, driving it back into a knot of other scowling fAces that choked the, door- W Thereafter the lamp trimmer only aware of blows descending on him from all directions. He was ignored at last, sick and beaten, as he crouched in a corner near the bunk, and mumbled harshly from between bleeding lips. Not in other days would such an ignominy have descended upon him. He heard a voice snarl, “The old fool’s out. Where's 'is keys? We c'n get bars from th’ storeroom and leber the door open. “Why not take th' hatches off on voice suggested. “If vs anything we'll crack “Ave Wy might as well. not? We did not ask to come scowling face of one of the foc'slemen. on dis ship. 'E can land us south of THEN THE WATCH FILED OUT-SCOWLING, S FUL THAT THEY SHOULD H. BY GEORGE F. AUTHIER. ORE than 100 years have passed since the guns of “Commodore” MacDonough thundered defiance at a Brit- ish fleet in the vicinity of Plattsburg, on Lake Champlain, but he remains a hero of the American Navy facDonough, in this battle,” say Theodore Roosevelt . his “Histors of the War of 1812,” “won higher fame than any other commander of the war, British or American.” On August 18 there will be dedi- cated at Plattsburg a monument to the sturdy commander who battled with the British fleet on Lake Cham- plain, on the historic morning of Sun- day, September §, 1814, preserving wastery for the American cause and compelling an army made up ot Wel- lington's trained fighters, under con mand of Sir George Prevost, to r treat into Canada in order to avoid the fate of Burgoyre. Outgunned, outmanned and facing odds of every description, Commodore MacDonough won one of the most brilliant naval victories in history and fought the decisive battle of the war. The monument that is to be dedi- cated has been placed there by the Plattsburg ~ Centenary Association But in the tribute that will be paid | to the hero of the battle of Lake Champlain the Nation will speak. | Secretary of State Kellogg will de liver the formal address, and the | placid waters of the lake. which lies like a ribbon between New York and Vermont, will re-echo, in peaceful sa lute, the thunder of the guns which hurled destruction at each other when John and Jonathan fought it out on the peaceful Sunday morn- ing in 1814, For two hours and a half, the American and British fleets hurled their death-dealing missiles at each other. The issue was the control of the lake, the broad, historic highway of invasion which had echoed with the | war whoop of the Iroquois long before | Champlain discovered it, and which | had been the sceme of conflict every war which had taken pl since the white man displaced the dian. Prevost was attempting to duplicate | the effort of Burgoyne in the second war with England, and with an ex¥) cellent chance of success, had not | MacDonough's victory foiled him. Tt | was the most dangerous moment in the war with England. Wellington's soldiers, inured to battle and hard- | | ships, were the best in the world. { About 13,000 of them. a respectable | |army in those days, were following : | Prevost down Lake Champlain, with | Albany and New York as their | jectives, and with only a few regu-| lars and some untrained militin op- posing them. The result rested | with the little fleet which MacDon- | ough had prepared, and the American | commander won. S The battle of Plattsburg, or Lake| Champlain, as it is usually called, far- {reaching in its results, while fought in about two and a half hours, was almost three years in preparation. It s fought with a fleet improvised and nurtured under the guidance of | the young American commander, as signed to the important task of main- taining American ascendancy on the! lake when he was only 28 years of | age. MacDonough's In- | flagship, the Sara-| |toga, almost as large as the Consti-| {tution, was built for the job. Within 40 days from the time the first {was felled on the side of the C | Mountains the ship was ready | service, one of the most rer |insta apidity of ship construg { tion in the history of any navy. Forty | days from the tree to the water was a brief perfod of! constfuction, but did not interfere with eitfer the safling or the fighting qualitigs of the A9pSel,.45. the-£Yen,- WagLo-Drovey.. / J RESENT- AVE TO WORK AT ALL. THE CAPTAIN WAS TRYING TO BRING BOTH OF HIS GUNS INTO ACTION AGAINST A RING OF RAGING MUTINEER Montevideo and we can walk to der city. I ’'ave triends there.” The first voice answered, “‘We'll make 'im beach th’ packet there, an’ we c'n land wot part of the cargo's worth anything. Then scuttle th’ old can. 'Tis all_she's good for, any way. . . . Never mind th' bar. On deck, m’ hearties!” * xR K T 'HEY trampled out of the cabin, and the lamp trimmer staggered weakly to his feet. locker where he kept He groped in his his bottle of rum for just such an emergency as this, and he took a stiff half glass. He felt better then and dabbed at his face with a wet towel. Mutiny! It loomed immensely close. He shivered and mumbled queer oaths as he thought of that long ago dawn of ter- ror on the Flying Cloud. Blood would run and heads would be broken before order came. again. What could you expect from the scum of Callao? He stumbled up on deck after awhile. He was dismayed at the sight that met his eyes. The captain was trying to bring both of his guns into action against a ring of raging mutineers. But he wasn't quick enough—he was struck down before he ever had a chance. The mate fared no better Soon both were stretched on the deck, their faces bruised and bloody. On the bridge a scared third mate looked down and made no move to check happenings. Half a dozen hurricane lanterns gave light. The hatches of the forehold were off and two cases of whisky were opened, the bottles pass- ing from hand to hand as seml- drunken men lolled on the planking or danced crazy jigs round the still forms of the two officers. Two men were coming from the saloon with a plece of canvas between them which sagzed with canned foods, loaves of bread, a cold ham, jars and bottles of jam, pickles and fruit. The lazaret had been raided. Even as the lamp trimmer stood swaying by the foc'sle scuttle and watched, men came swarming up from the stokehold to take part in the feast. There came a dull shot from the en- gine room, cries and then silence, save for the high voices of the mutineers. The engines stopped. The Oddistar lifted and sank on the gentle swell, masterless, helpless in the hands of her crew. The captain groaned and stirred. Some one took his revolvers away. The lamp trimmer hobbled forward, dodging between groups of singing men, and dragged the captain back to the break of the bridge. Then he re- turned for the mate. No one inter- fered with him. The mutineers were in such force there could be no pos- sible danger from such as he. The third mate came timidly from the bridge and helped to carry the two beaten officers to their rooms. The second mate appeared and, with the third and the lamp trimmer and four of the engincers who were still unin- jured, held a low-voiced consultation. It was decided that nothing could be done while the mea were drinking. Better to wait until after the debauch when they were thick and muddled. g Better to wait until this madness had passed hefore talking of retribution. . The scum of the Callao water front were liable to do most anything if crossed in their pleasure And the lamp trimmer, = hearing. mumbled queer oaths again and shook his old head. Not so were things done in the Thermopylae d Not so did the officers of Capt. Havis order things when seamen drew knives tall-masted ships had to be wor Drive! Drive! Drive! Officers, and ships! And now today they were talking of how annoyed certain dock rats would be if their drinking was stopped. Surely the old days had gone. The lamp trimmer hobbled for'ard at last to his room and lay there undisturbed for the remainder of the night. And he did not dream as he always had done before. Be- cause he knew now the past was very dead and dreams did not seem worth while. He wished he was dead also. He should have passed with his era. * ok Kk AWN found some of the mutineers asleep, sprawling over the decks, but the ringleaders had been careful to abstain from too much liquor, and were awake. There was no chance for the second mate and the engineers to put any plan into operation. They were locked in their cabins with key rifled from the mate, and such as ri sisted were unmercifully beaten. The captain, dizzy and weak, was waited on in his cabin, and it was demanded of him that he run the Oddistar to a Supplies and armament had to be transported over land with the great- est difficulty. There were not enough sailors to man the ship, and soldiers who had never seen a ship were trans- formed into sailors overnight by the resourceful commander, and they did their work well. When the test came no battle of ships was ever more flercely contest- ed. Men on both sides fought like demons. Dead and wounded were scattered about. The British com- mander paid for his temerity with his life, but his subordinates carried on the' fight, with a determination that did honor to the traditions of the British , and enhanced the glory of the victor At its conclusion the commander of the American_flect recefved four of the defeated British commanders on board his flagship. Caps in hand, they tendered their swords in token of surrender. “Return them to your scabbards was the response of the victor; “you are worthy to wear them.” Before the battle commenced Mac- h hadsknelt on the deck of his ship and prayed for divine aid in his approaching struggle. At the conclu- sion of the fight he sent the following ssage to the 4 he Almighty SECRETARY ERANK. B, KELLOGG, WHO WILL, DEDICATS grant us a’ signal victory on Lake Champlain in the capture of one frig- ate, one brig and two sloops of war of the enemy." There was no bombast about this young man. But his reliance upon Divine aid did not lessen his reli- ance upon himself, and after he had knelt on the deck of the Saratoga in prayer he joined in the fight, both as a commander and a combatant, emerging covered with grime, smoke and blood. It was these qualities which have made MacDonough the tradition that he s in the Navy—the Bayard of the service—the man_ “without fear and without reproach.” MacDonough’s whole life went into the winning of the battle of Platts- burg. It was picturesque from the outset. Born in Delaware, of Revo- lutionary ancestors, early he was lured by the Navy, and when a boy he was a midshipman, learning his profession in actual service. Fortune finally found him in the Mediter- ranean squadron, when the United States decided to oppose the tribute imposed by the Barbary pirates. It was here that he won friend- ships_and the reputation that justi- fied the naval authorities in placing him fn charge of the responsible post YNOERWOQD S LINPERWNOQL ., Monument to the American Naval Hero, MacDonough, Completed at Plattsburg at Champlain in the war with Bng- land. The story of MacDonough's adven- tures in the Mediterranean would (il volumes. The young midshipman was in his fighting years. There were stories of boardings, adventures by sea and land, hand-to-hand contes with Turkish pirates, in all of which the young . midshipman conducted him: so as to win the approval of his superiors and the con- fidence of the sailor: During the progress of this minor but active war the Tripolitans had captured the frigate Philadelphia and had placed her, carefully guarded, u der the guns of their forts. It wa decided to hoard and burn her in the Tripolitan harbor. The conduct of the daredevil task was assigned to Stephen Decatur, . man whose name still thrills the heart of the American sailor whenever it is mentioned. MacDonough and Decatur had b come warm friends despite disparity in rank and age. MacDonough sought participation in the desperate adven- ture, and his presence was welcomed by the commander. In the little Ketch Intrepid they entered the har- bor at night, moved up against the armed vessel, and before the pirates knew what was happening the velling Americans were over the side. There was a fierce struggle, the pirates were killed or driven overboard and, a few minutes later, the harbor was lighted with the flames of the burning vessel. The Intrepid was a fair mark as she safled out. of the harbor, but, fortunately, escaped. MacDonough won new honors in this encounter, and before the war was over had obtained his commission. Later on the service became less attractive and MacDonough obtained a leave of ab- sence, using it to command a sailing vessel in commerce. When war was declared with England he promptly offered his services and, after a brief period at Portland, was assigned to the difficult task of maintaining American ascendancy on Lake Cha plain. He had proved himself a er; he was now to demonstrate capacity for organization. Two gunboats, built in 1508, consti tuted the only naval for the lake. It was this armament which Lieut. MacDonough, 28 years of ase. found when he received President Madison's order to take command. His commission was dated September 12,1812 v There followed a serie enter prises on shore and on land. Mast Comdt. MacDonough (he had been pro- moted), striving to maintain American water ascendancy, met with constant misfortunes. However, a true sailor, he found time to fall in love and be married, an event that took place on ! December 1812, Miss Luey *Shaler of Middletown. Conn., became |the sailor's bride and took up her | residence at Burlingto: t.. Where she shared the anxieties of those | grueling days. {~ In 1813 MacDonough lost two of his ships, the fleet having been increased Under command of Lieut. Sydney Smith, the sloops Growler and Eagle, 11 guns each, pursuing the British, allowed themselves to be inveigled into the tortuous channel of the Richelieu River, without the orders and against the advice of MacDon- of to make up part of the British fleet in_the final battle “This regrettable incident did not dis- courage MacDonough. He mercly re. doubled his energies. He hauled | stores and supplies overland from New York nd Portlanc He obtained { sailors wherever he could find them ! He saw to it that the building of a | fleet should be advanced in every way possible. The British were equally busy, and when they ventured to at- tack him they were superior to Mac- Donough in material strength, but not Ann| ough, and were captured. They were | | i | | | ting. point south of Montevideo. Ile re fused, as somehow the men knew he would, and the mate refused also. But the third officer was youns and afraid and was easily intimidated. The e gines started again, the cou was laid and the Oddistar steered at a tangent to her former course. The day passed like a nightmare. | Cargo was broached in every hold and whatever the mutineers fancied they took. They drank all the time, but_engugh always kept their heads to see'the ship was under control Food ‘was wasted lavishly, prodigi ously, and the scuppers were choked | with fragments, with broken bottle pieces of packing-case wood, discard ed old clothing. The lamp trimmer | shuddered every time he went on deck. Bvery seamanlike instinct of | him was being violated. Twice ships hove in sight, but on such occasions the mutineers went helow and the third mate walked the bridge. Noth- ing seemed ami "he ships passed on. Thelr passing caused the lamp trimmer great rage. He shook his fists. But he dared make no move to signal. | fivening fell at last with matters | much the same as they had been all | day. There seemed no hope. The Oddistar would reach the South Amer ican coast all right. She would@he looted and sunk. and what part of the | w were not of the mutineers would | either have their throats cut right| away or would be disposed of during | the journey, upcoast to Montevideo. | Methodically, with the coming of dusk, | the old lamp trimmer ared his | lights. Other shipg might be afloat on | the high seas thereabout, and naviga tion must be made safe. He went on deck with his lanterns and ran into a hilarfous group drink ing near the fore hatch, as they had been dofng the previous night. One lithe, dark-haired rufflan pushed the old man against a_companion, who pushed him bhck. He could not break away. They played with him, laugh ing the while, tossing him back and forth. He hugged his lanterns to Lim and protected them. His head whirled. He cursed them in a cracked, high volce and in a rage kicked out. He 1ght a man on the shin, and was promptly sent reeling with a blow flush over his old heart. The others only laughed and struck also. He w; fair game. When he eventually got away he was swaying, and sick and trembling in every limb. But his lan terns ware safe. Two of the mutineers were quarrel- ing in the port bridge wing, blocking the way to the slide, The lamp trim- " mer hobbled toward them with his lanterns and sct them on the d He could hardly see, he was so di He mumbled contintiously to him 1ie felt very tired. He wished he was sad. He was an old fool, and the ermopylac days were over. He tried to edge by the guarreling men and brushed against them. They turned on him with kicks and curses and he stumbled out of reach past them. Hp felt inarticulate = curses choking down his throat. He'd show them, the dc He was old and bent and strength was no longer his. But he had a way, he had a way. No ship would pass the Oddistar that night without stoppi inquire what was wrong. le'd fix th: He had a way. They thought he was an old fool, only good to tend the naviga- tion lights. He'd show thera. He slid the lantern into plac the port wing and chuckled ha * ow ok % I E, placed the lantern in the star board wing, and hobbled away weakly to climb the ri the masthead light chuckled all the time thought he would fall somehow, though, and r deck again safely: Then his other lanterns. He u in plac At times he He made it | ached the he lighted s panting | whatever the | | the “ND. his + pumping sod coursing wa veins. On two mutin ved at the e < up ov watched, swa madly and the alrough his Oddistar's br in char ert that was horion toward them. One ¢ hurried to the foredeck, quie noise there and dispersed th Tarpau drawn huriedly over geping ree men, ver drunk, wei away below. Tl third mate was cd on tie bridge and made to v up and down. A man covered him with a revolver from the doorway of the little chart om. The po ali the offi oms were s down, and appe tle like slow was S of rewed ared fre the d 1hsolut to e st would pass nea: to signal her e would was o reasor for the eruise course of events s enough to the Odd and take her name plow on and attend to her mission that might be. The third of the tramp had his instruc < to what he was to do, and he them o use esome fear of th h very usual mat tions intended carrving he had a very wi revolver med back. But the strangely after fnformation. She did not sheer of and vanish into the gathering night, Instead s came alon and 4 keen-eved lieutenant roared througl 2 megaph Anything wrong with you No newh at actes the eceiving e, Na all,” ammered third miate, miserabiy. Don't you Know the rules of the demanded the lieutenant. why? What's the matter, it the “Wher captain?” “He's bel TUm-am appeared un from the f rose a shrill your w, Sir. * said the head excited voice! days out from Liver. packet! Drive! Drive! th' Flyin® th' cabins lieutenant. He at to do. Then of -the tramp She wus Two dead men in knives uns all day The lamp trimmer the Oddistar was standing up ing his thin old a his ing in the wind 1 on queer senteides of past hap penin nd old da he ceased, stood ment. He whisp in 3 pool Drive! Cloud t dest ntle ying his voice re s wid Then spare anchor st e deck with He was quite dead wi him up. tut the young in th' crashed over that his head arp sound they picked he the leutenant w “ knew it! Somethin right . Heave Odd sending a boat to, * was the There could no hope of resistance or ap- the lean gray warship e mutincers slouched c'sle under an armed flle A prize w of blue ckets came aboard. The captain was attended in his eabin by the cruiser's surgeon, and in a shaky voice the third mate asked the lieu enant in charge, “What on earth le you come alongside? T thought sure you'd st and leave us HAT he 1 with alongside into the of marines. | artes lieu other And the eved v curiously. ficer to ask me he e w i starboard side The third mate lea asped. There was in the sijde intended for a green ed, “That's knew our third mat first mi when he had finished. The batter ings he had received were too much | for his old body. He crept wearily on | to the foc’sle head, out of the way of | the mutinee and collapsed acrd: the spare anchor chained on the deck | there, still cackling at some joke that | was his alone ething appeared | to break in his head. When he had revived somewhat Le sat up and | stared over the darkening sea. Tt | appeared that o tall, gray ship was looming up from the south, white water curling from her bows and her bellying with the strain of | the And any ip was good | that r For none would pass the Oddistar without stopping. He'd fixed that. | He fialf rose his knees to and | lientenant him for nav could we, now OF course, mate, and anchor on the trimmer of th emed happy | the third mate nade over of seam knew.. Or hecause hermo e roar mista ) vears and had f than the 4ps he mere voungster sm ghostly ship per RESERVOIRS STOCKED WITH FISH. Tm-: construction of great dams for storing water for i power often spoils the the immediate vicinity of tie but the disfigurement 13 amply atoned for by the creation of lakes apable of supporting great quantit of food fishes. | In this relation it s of interest to| note what has been done in the of the impounded waters in the Sterra Nevada Mountains. The building of Dam created Bass water 6 miles lon and 100 feot deep, teeming with trout iga in dams, the Crane Lake affords a rsons. o Huntingdon 1. Calif., was ¢f 120 feet hi sands of been stoeke Leven tr sons from - The prima was to s and is tr 1 parts of the for the Pacifi venture 1dd hot 1try 4 MACHIN plit ordinary knotty and crooked | S machine wood economically into chips by | machinery was a problem that bristled with difficulties, and the efficiency of an English machine used for this pur- pose is unquestionably very remark- able, since knots several inches in length can be cle: such as must otk thrown aside as ur or mashed up less efficient machine has alw if the at 6ne end thar a sawed, because, having to be fed by spiked roller at each end, if both rollers did not grip the wood al- most simultgneously, the end gripped first_would, e fed forward first, In wise either itable for s nd wasted < been more « wood happened to b e the other, or | pi special provided for counteract ing these difficultie : All such difficulties, it appears, are now obviated, as the wood, of what- ever size and shape, is carried bodlly along in vertical posi ported hoth In front res of wood, so th st pleces can improperly cut the bility of Birds. e Bird Knives Fying The compari w0 its is the ability to fly. Also, the shorter the bod is in comparison to the length of the outstretched wing the greater is theaflying.powers wing is len ie better