Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, June 2, 1895, Page 10

THE OMAHA DAILYIIBEE: SUN AY, JUNE o 1895 (SN S S N N N T E COSSACK AN ADVENTURE ON THE ROUT /4 LVVVVVV?L/VI}"VVV (Copyrighted, 1895.) | The first tidings of the war in Corea reached me on the eve of my proposed departure from Irkutsk, the thriving metropolis of castern | Siberia had stopped off for a couple of days on my way to Vladivostok, where I in- tended to have a look the great Trans- siberia and then return home by a Pacific But struggle and Japan and after several hours’ a scheme that seemed fe nothing than to travel with or under the pro of the Russian heavy mail, which I knew was dispatched south to Peking every fortnight. Though the journey was a rugged and of more than 1,000 miles, oftered many inducements in the way of and curlous stopping places. Morcover, so great is the respect felt by the wild Mongols of the desert for the rulers of Asia that a Russian mail cart was never known to be molested. Once at Peking I would be all right, for an old friend of | mine was artillery instructor in the Chines army. I slept over the question that night and the morning tound me decided. T posted off to the residence of the governor general of the province, to whom I had previously de- Nvered letters of introduction from mutual friends at St. Petersburg, and as a result of that interview the next morning but one saw me riding out of Irkutsk on the back of a wiry-looking mule, with my scanty belong- ings packed in the saddlebags. At a distance of a few yards I was preceded by the Russian mail cart, which was simply a box- like arrangement on two wheels, drawn by a pair of sturdy and oft-tried camels. The driver was a bearded and stolid Cossack, who answered the name of Ivan 1 whose vocabulary was apparently limited to mono- syllables I was in good spirits In spite of the long 1 railroad steamship. now the prospect of between two such nations as Chir alter my plans, ection 1 hit upon | sible. This was witnessing a tempted me to tion wearisome one it scenery 5. Y WitiaAst MURKAY GRAYDON. | engaged in urging the | I heard the ring of horses’ hoofs in the (SN SN M NN aN MAIL-DRIVER. ! E FROM IRKUTSH TO PEKIN A the T trotted out of the court ragged-looking street We were clear of the town before the sun was fairly up, and for many hours we trav- eled over the worst road I had ever seen. The tinkling of bells and other cheery sounds faded and vanished, and as we pushed on for hour after hour the dreary solitude and silence became oppressive. My new iriver was even more taciturn and glum than Ivan, and beyond learning h ame—which was Feodor—I could get simply nothing out of him. Ocecaslonally he shot a quick, curfous glance at me, but for the most part he was camels to a speed that seemed cruel on such a rugged and uneven road. The 17l —adl =t~ = yard and down afternoon found us threading a mountain pass by a narrow and descending road that wound along face of the cliffs. There was barely room for the camels to walk abreast. On one side of us the rocky walls rose as though to pierce the skies; on the other a frightful chasm dropped hundreds of foet to a gloomy Eorge path curved so frequently that we never see more than a quarter of a ahead We had been highway about middle of the mile this 1 perilot fancied di behind, and project- traveling on an hour when The sound came from mail cart was high, with a ing shelter roof, I had to thrust my head around the angle to see. I had not been deceived. Less than 500 yards in the rear a troop of at least a dozen meunted Cossacks were visible. A ray of sunlight from the beetling cliffs overhead flashed on theit green uniforms and rifle barrels. They were over- hauling us on @ rapid trot, and but for the creaking of the cart we must have heard them much sooner. 1 communicated my “@ossacks?" he cried tance as the discovery to Feodor. in_a tone that roused my sleepy suspicions. He took a peep for himself, and when he turncd toward me again his face wore such a desperate, tigerish look that he seemed like another man. As he shouted hoarscly at the camels—which were controlled and guided entirely by volce he pulled a heavy pistol from his pocket “What is wrong, Feodor?’ I demanded THE STRUGGLE. and uncertain journey that stretched before me, and of course both Ivan and I carried arms, though it was more from force u[} custom than from fear that we might need them. We traveled at the rate of from thirty to | forty miles a day, and scon after leaving the shores of Lake Baikal we had the lofty ranges of the Altal mountains constantly in sight alead of us. At the frontier town of Kiakhta, where we spent a night, I saw | tacked up on the wall of the post house a | proclamation offering a reward of 000 rubles for one Serge Platoff, a notorious Terrorist who had escaped a month before from the forwarding prison at Irkutsk. He was described as a tall, dark man, with a white scar on his throat. “Why is the placard posted here, Ivan?" 1 asked the Cossack. *'Can it be that Serge Platoft is suspected to be in the neighbor- hood " “I don't know, your honor,” he replied. Tt s not likely that the convict would come south when he could more easily escape to Rustla or the Pacific.” This was the longest sentence Ivan had spoken since we started, and he made up for it by sitting in moody silence around a tea-samovar all the evening. The next day we plunged into the foothills of the Altais, and thirty-six hours of rugged traveling brought us to the Tartar town of Maimatehin, 1 rode the last dozen miles of the way on the seat with Ivan, for in the afternoon my mule stumbled and broke its right fore leg, an accident that compelled me to shoot the poor beast. Maimatehin was a wretched and barbarous place. As was his usual habit, Ivan slept beside the mail cart at the stables, which were on the opposite side of the court yard from the post house. In the latter building 1 was provided with a dirty room and a hard bed, but I was too tired and sieepy to mind such little discomforts By this time I had become accustomed to our early starts, and at daybreak I was up and Dbreakfasting in the dingy front room of the post-house In company with three Tartars, a Mongol, and a yellow dog. 'The propriefor himself was a Tartar, and 1 don't suppose the town held a single English- speaking resident After making an_unsatisfactory meal of tea, salted fish, and sour bread, I strolled into the court yard, where I found a surprise awaiting me. The camels were harnessad to the cart, and on the seat wus perched a stranger—a uniformed Cossack of about Ivan's build, but with a much heavier black beard, and a more flerce and repulsive coun- tenance, He was actually on the point of driving out of the yard when I shouted to him. He lowered his whip, and looked at me with a scowl. “Hold on,” T sald. “Don’t Where is Ivan Ivanovitch?" “Gone back,” the fellow replied, polnting in the direction of Irkutsk. His tarn is done, gnd mine begins. The mall changes drivers “Ah, T didw't was true enough knew nothing to never vouchsafed o without me. know that" sald I, which But at the same time I the contrary, as Ivan had any information on the subject. Nevertheless 1 was a bit suspicious, end glanced around at the post-house. The Tartars were lounging in the doorway, look- ing calmly and stolidly on, and I at once folt assured thit all was right. 1 started to mount the seat, saddlebags in hand, but the Cossack pushed me back “What are you trying to do ou can't ride with the mail, bidden,” “I'll show you if it §s,” T exelaimed angrily, “I came from lrutsk with the mails, and T'm going the rest of the way," I pulled out my permit and passports, and after looking them over the Cossack’s iusolent manuer van- Ished 1 bog your pardon, your honor,” he said humbly. “Of course It is all Fight. But how was 1 to know? That blundering tongue-tied Ivan Ivanovitch never so much as mentioned your name. Please to step up." “But 1 lost my mule yesterday' #and 1 want to purchase another.” “I can't delay the mail, your honor Cossack answered, a ltlle sharply, “and, besides, there are no horses or mules to be lad in the town. You can get one When we ch Ourga. he growled It is for- amid I, the | instant); 1 hesitated, and for an instant I felt a keen touch of suspicion again. Then, laughing b wardly at m{ folly, I mounted to the seat d put my gage on the footboard. The ; W and the camols's fask was uceded drawing my own weapon. ing to fear from Cossacks, sure He gave me so plercing a look that my eyes dropped. “Ah, but you don't under- stand,” he muttered rapidly. “These are not the real Cossacks—they are escaped convicts from the mines, dressel in the uniforms of the Russian soldiers they hav killed. I heard of them the other day. They are making their way to China, mur- dering and robbing travelers as they o along. And their leader s the terrible Serge Platoff. “Sergo Platoft?” T gasped. Yes, your honor. 8o you know what we may expect if we are caught. Unless wo s00n reach the end of this perilous road, whera we can escapo to the mountains, wo are lost. It will be a hard race, but we must win. ~ Be ready to shoot if they come within_ plstol range.'’ By this time the camels were on a trot, and as Feodor shouted and screamed at them, they broke into a swift and clumsy gallop. Behind us the clatter of hoots rang sud- denly nearer and louder. The exciting ride that mow began left me no opportunity to reflect on the trutia of the remarkable story I had just heard. If death in one shape rode at our heels it yawned before us in still more frightful form. Words cannot describe the mad tear down that narrow and rugged path. As the snorting camels galloped on the mall cart swayed from side to side, now grazing on the rocky wall on the right, now lurching dizzily over the brink of the awful chasm. I had the in- side seat, but there was scant consolation in that. With every second I expected to be dashed “to death in the depths of the gorge and that we covered in safety what ground we did seems nothing short of a miracle. Meanwhile wo were drawing rapidly near to the spot where the road wound out of sight around the cliff. There, I felt con- vinced, certain and umavertible destruction awaited us. We would fly into the air at a tangent and go crashing down for hundreds of feet to the rocks below. T had eyes for nothing but the path ahead, though I could hear the loud clatter of hoofs that told the horsemen were gaining on us. Feodor also heard, and he stopped his mad screaming at the camels long enough to thrust his head and one arm around the angle of the cart The loud crack of his pistol was followed by a shout of rage. Then two or three reports rang out together and the bullets whistled by us With a flendish smile, still smoking in his toward me again. I had just glanced up at bim, and in the fleeting instant that his chin was lifted I made a discovery that thrilled me to the very bone. Under his tangled beard, and showing plainly against his bronzed throat, was an oblong white scar. The truth flashed upon me at once. My companion was Serge Ptatoff himself, and the Cossacks were pursuing him My face must have betrayed me, and shown the rufan that I had plerced his identity. He returned my horrified stare with a look of ferocity, and thrust his pis- tol into my face. I knocked it upward as he pulled the trigger, and it exploded in the air. T had my own weapon ready, but before 1 could get the drop on him he let his pistol fall and caught both my wrists in bis brawny hands. lo and fro we struggled over the narrow “We have noth- and the weapon hand, Feodor turned | seat, each trying to break the other's grip and ‘make use of the weapon. The fright- ened camels went galloping on, and the mail cart kept swinging from side to side I knew we must be nearly at the curve, and tho thought maddened me. By a des. perate effort I tore one hand loose, It was snatched again, and in the scufle the trigger snapped. With the sharp re- port the convict's hold relaxed, and I felt uim sinking under me T suppose he was mortally hit, but T did not look t0 eee where. 1 had & quick gllnpse of the bend of the road just ahead and then I made a fiving leap. I struck beavily against the ciiff, and as I sprawled forward on hands and knees, clutohing at the slippery rock, L sawi cart and camels plunge by me and vanish. ‘A fow seconds later 1 heard & crash far, far down in the gorge. I was trembling Uke a leaf when the Cossacks came up to me, and a long pull at before 1 could could | coherently and_show | my papers. One of | the men had been | shot hrough the arm by Serge Platoffi—for It was indeed he. The daring fellow had killed poor Ivan in | the stable the night before, I was told, and | nidden the body under a pile of hay. By putting himself in the driver's place he hoped to escape into China, and he would probably have succeeded had not the Cos- sacks who were tracking him reached the town several hours after his departure, and Just as Ivan's body was discovered Three of the party pushed on down the road with Intent to recover the mail from the shattered cart and®bury the dead con- vict, and I returned with the others to Miamatchin. On the following day the | men arrived with the mail and my baggage and as I had no chance of going south for another fortnight I accompanied the Cossacks back to Irkutsk I ultimately decided to pedition through China much as I cared to of the Altai mountains, and after resting for a few days I con- tinued my journey to Viadivostok. 1 shall always regret, however, that Serge Platoft prevented me from seeing the sacred city of Ourga and the great Chinese wall { | | abandon my ex- baving seen as RICHARD DAL Men Who o Witer. by Molly One of the I ravest Ever Sallod Blliot Seawell.) ST Great June Shoe Sale- Our Big June Shoe Sale is on—It will continue throughout the entire month— Shoes will be sold a# Cost during this sale fo» Cas/i—A chance you can'’t afford to miss. 1t an example were asked of the superlority | of character and courage over mere intellect no more fitting person could be named then Commodore Richard Dale. He had few vantages of school education and was per- haps the most reckless and original speller the United States navy ever produced. But he was educated in all the courtesies of 1ifs and was an able and brilliant seaman, and | through all of his comically misspelled | letters the courage, gentleness and probity of the man shines clear. Nothing is more beautiful than the rever- ence which Fenimore Cooper, a man of great genius, had for Richard Dale, und in this Cooper shows to lesser minds that intellect | can never lose anything by paying tribute to | character. Dale was one of the most lovable | of men, and as fighting, not writing, was | his profession, his one weakness—the murder | of the king's English—may casily be for- | given him. He was born In Virginia in 1756, and at years of age went to sea, driven by poverty of home. He was destined to as many hard knocks as an man who eve sailed blue water, and he had the “extra ordinary fate of never going through an action without being wounded or capt d and sometimes both, Foir times was b taken prisoner during the revolution. Yet in spite of ¢ managed to serve his country actively througlt muny of those troublous eight ye He also had such minor experiences as being knocked overboard and battling for his life for an hour in an ang sea, of falling into the hold and breaking most of his bones except his neck, and of being struck by ning and remaining insensible for hours. | Yet he lived to a good old age, and died | peaceably in his bed. 12 the | have | 11 Almost as soon as war was declared, Dale, then a young fellow of 19, enlisted in tho feeb'e naval forecs of the colonies, 0 very first time he smelled powder, in | 1 he as capturel by the British and | taken to Norfolk. Tfaere he found a friend of his beyhood, a young man of his ows a Bridges Gutteridge. Gutteridge was a royalist and actually enlistel upon a small British ves: he first action In whi¢h he engaged—a fight with American pilot Dale met his usual fete and was | wounded. He was carriod back Norfolk and in the long days of flincas and | convalescence he began to sce h nduct in its true light, end bitterly repented of having fought inst his count He went to wecrk upon ‘ufs friend Gutteridge and succeeded in converting him, after once having been converted by him, into a patriot. Dale then quietly bided his time to get bac into the American navy, and as he sald, “I'made up my mind if T got Mto the way of bullets, It should nevér again be the hul- lets of my own ' country.” He managed to get aboard a merchant ship and was cap- turcd as usual. - But this time 1t was just the very sort of a capture that Dale desired, his ship being takem b the Lexingtcn, a smart little cruiser under the command o’ Captain_Barry, a brave officer with whom Dale's life was afterward much connectad, Dale lost not a moment in enlisting as mid- shipman on the Lexington, and the first time she backed her topsails at a British vessel, she was captured and Dale was a prisoner for the third time. The British threw a prize crew on the Amer- ican brig and directed her to make a port. But a number of Americans, among them Dale, being left on board, they rose against the prize crew, retook the ship and carried her into Baltimore. Within a few months the Lexington again put to sea, with Dale master's mate. The ship safled for rance and cruised bodly into European waters, One night, In Septemiber, 1 Cap- tain Johnson of the Lexington found himself close under the quarter of a well ‘armed British cutter. The twoe gallant little ves- sels opend fire witn great spirit, and the Americans were getting decidedly the better of it, when their shot gave out. le and the other officers collected every scrap of iron about the ship that could be found or wrenched from its place to fire in the place of shot, but the unequal fight could not last long, tho brig was glven up after several of her officers and men had been killed, and Dale was a prisoner for the fourth time before he was 21 years old. 1L The Lexington's officers and men were car- ried to England and thrown into Mill prison, where they underwent the agonles of famina and privation. Dale always spoke of those dreadful days with horror, and told of being driven by hunger to kill a stray dog, which he, with the other prisoners, cooked and ate. He found, however, a place under the prison walls, through which a hole could be dug, and the Americans began the almost im- possible task of scooping out enough earth to crawl through (o the other side. They could only work while exercising in the prison yard, and had to put the dirt in thelr pock- ets as they scooped it up. Nevertheless, after working for_weeks at it, on a dark night in February, 1778, Captain’ Johnson, Dale, and veral ‘of the Lexington's craw, crawled through and found themselves free at last of the prison walls. It is strange that men who could accom plish this should have been so unwise as to stay together, but for a week the whole party wandered about the country at night, half starved and half clothed, in the worst of wintry weather. At last they concluded to separate, and Dale and a young midship- man cast their lots tugether. Their char- | acter was soon suspecte) by people they asked for food and shelter, and pursuers were put upon them. They doublec on thelr tracks and got to London. They wire still hunted for, and the house in which they were con- cealed was raided. Dale and his friend es- FORTY DAYS IN THE BLACK HOLE. caped Into a shed close by, and lay concealed under straw for bours, until the pursuing party had left. They then elipped down to the docks and were entered bhands on a vessel for Scotland. But Dale's usual fil- lartnul.- followed him. ‘:‘h’ British navy, ‘wan! able seamen, sent a press to the h vessel and Dale and Ihnl:lzu s e | | About 40 paire of Ladies’ 3 and $4 —on our Bargain Cou 1-00 A line of Childrens' Rey beautics—Sizes § to 10} L ios Summ '56 Cents. 60 pairs of Ladies' Oxford Ties—Plain toe and Patent Leather Tips—Were §2 this ..50¢ but the sizes are broken * Button and Lace Shoes that sold for er in this sale for. 5S¢ d or Tun Fauntleroy Slippers—Derfect —W. rth $1.50—June Sale... .....81.00 an Oxfords that wore $2.00—Just the hor vacation or house wears go in this Any of our Ladies’ g5 Te Shoc an 28y including this beauti- ful new Sdie Lace Shoe will be sold during this sale for 4.00 50 Low including the one shown in this cut, will be sold for 2 75 Any 34 Oxford Tie or Tan Shoe at this Any of our ladies $ Shoes— All of our Ladies' $: Tan Oxfords or Tan Shoos on sale now for.. | | Men’s Shoes. A % Seal Skin Tan Shoe for, A 34 n Shoe, sizes broken ... $2:00 v $4:25 A complete line of Boys’ Tan Shoos, worth $2, and_war- ; Ly $1.50 Any 5 Tan Shoe in the house ranted to give $1-50 Retetnber —mmsk your choice for, ........... od wear, g ) in this sale fo . We shine your Tan or Black Shoes at our store Free of Charge. MAIL olll’)hi{s FILLED PROMPTLY AND })" AVERED FREE OF CHARGE. appearance, wers fmpressed. In a little while were foundout to be American officers were setft -back to Mill prison. Forty vs in the black hole of the prison followed. hen this Was over, Dale ecarned another rty days in it ‘by singing rebel songs. He continued to sing his songs, though, while in the blacklhole. After n whole year prison he mhde his escape under circum- stances which he never revealed to tha day of his death, ®mxtept that he had on a com plete suit ofnBritish.unitorm. How he got it remains a mystery, and from that day until his deafl, forty-seven years afterwa Dale kept the, dangerous secret of the pers who risked so much for him. It is supposed that he was provided” libirally with money, and even with a passport, for he got ouf of England quickly and went to France. Here, at I'Orient, he found Paul Jones, then fitting 1T, B as Captain Paul Jones of the Pearson hauled down his flag directed Dale to take possession erapls. The main yard of the Serapls . hung. cock-a bill over the Bon Homme Richard’s poop. A line hung from the torn rigging, and Dale seizing it, swung himself over, and landed alone on tho Serapis' deck. The Serapis’ officers and peo- ple did not know the colors had been struck, and there was some fighting on the deck afterwa But this did not intimidate Dale. who at once passed the captain and his first lieutenant aboard the Bon Homme Richard, As soon as the Americans had possession | of the Serapis, Dale sat down on the bin- nacle, overcome with exhaustion, after near!; ten hours of maneuvering and fighting, two hours of the time the ships having lashed together. He gave an order, and ris- o f/f://. Y 7 Y DALE SWUNG HIMSELF OVER. out the Bon Homme Richard, which was afterward to fight the greatest single ship's fight in history, and in which both the com- mander and Dale were to win immortality. Dale was then an active, handsome young fellow of 23, and.had seen more hard sery- jce than many officers of the highest rank. At the first glance Paul Jones saw. his steadiness, cooliess and splendid qualities as a sea offier, and soon made him first lieutenant on the Bon Homme Richard. A deep attachment' sprang up between these two Kindred 'souls, and they were so inti- mate that in' private Dale always spoke of bis old capthin %as “Paul’ although there was much différetce in age between them. 1v. In the summer of 1779 the Bon Homme Richard, oldj crazy and weakly armed, but carrying as muoh valor as any ship afloat, started upon cher daring cruise in the nar- row seas of Great Britain. Every day showed Paul Jones more and more the ad- mirable character of his young first lieuten- ant, and in #1F the hazardous enterprises of that bold crulser Dale was the man who was always Paul’Jones' right arm of strength, On the 23d of September, 1779, was fought the celebrated battle between the Bon Homme Richard and the Serapis. Dale was not only the first, but the only sea lieuten- ant on board, and proved himself altogether worthy to serve under the great captain who took the Serapis. He commanded the main deck, and although his wretched and de- fective guns soon became disabled, his ac- tivity Qid not cease for a moment. At the most critical stages of the battle, when the leaking, burning and helpless Bon Homme Richard seemed in extremity, the t-arms let loose more than 100 rs, who came crowding up into the magasine passage. Dale, running below, with his pistol cocked, faced the mob, and, under Paul Jones' orders, set them to work at the pumps. He then returned to the deck, and so carried away was he with the ardor of the battle that when, with his in- variable fortune a shot struck him in the he was quite unconscious of it. As soon ing to see it executed, me: s 1 on the deck. Then, for the first tim knew he was wounded. He managed to keep the deck, however, and his wound healed quickly. v Paul Jones until they He then joined the He remained with reached America in 1751, Trumbull frigate, and went through with his | ith a British | usual experience, a hot fight ship and a severe wound. This time he varied the performance by being captured for the fifth time. He was soon exchanged, how- ever, and the war ended shortly after. The navy of the United States ceased prac- tically to exist at the close of the revolu- tion, and Dale went into the China trade. He made a modest fortune, came ashore and married a beautiful girl, and the ward of his old commander, Captain Barry. In 1794 the navy was reorganized, and Dale was the first captain who got afloat under the United States flag. He made several cruises and in 1801 he was made commander of a fine squadrou sent to the Mediterranean. His flagship was the president, and it was a sad colncidence that upon this very ship, in the war of 1812, his son, a gallant young mid- shipman, received his death wound. The fine appearance of the American ships and the smartness of their officers and crews, was generally admired, and Dale himself made friends and admirers by his manly and modest bearing. He epelled no better than ever, but his seamanship was beyond re- proach. Once, on coming out of Port Mahon, the President’ struck upon a rock. Commo- dore Dale immediately took command of the ship, and got her out of her dreadful positio with the utmost skill. He returned home, expecting to spend the rest of his active life in the navy. But I those days It seems to have been a common practice to treat the most distingulshed and rving officers without the least consideration of thelr rights or feellng: This happened to Commodore Dale. An affront being offered him by the head of the navy, he promptly resigned. He bad two gall sons in the navy, bowever, uh‘lb% lthl; N“ ‘"l“"(.lll"' lost h'h“l{l’l w! o ng in the war of A Dale retired to ladelphia, and spent the rest of his lite o ratirement, His been | 1413 DOUGLAS ST, Popular Prices Prevail At the New Big Furniture and Carpet House. The Coods are Up-to-Date. 5100 Styles Our Prices of COUCHES3 In all kinds of Range From $6 Up. You ghould see them. OUR CARPET DEPARTMENT Contains every novelty known to ths trade. Patterns are this siasoa’s Cnoica. Prices LOWER THAN EVER., Coverings. It will do you od the 72 styles of Sides boards are showing on our flrst Moor. The word Beautiful don't describe them. The one shown here wa@ offor at $12:0 OAK WITH FRENCH PLATE MIRROR to seo we ALASKA REFRIGERATOR. SIDEBOARD, $12, ALASKA REFRIGERATORS. Are the Best on Earth and cost no more that cheap traps Jewel Stoves Are the only ones that are ABSO- LUTELY SAFE. Don't try an experi- ment which may cost your 1i Ask for The “JEWEL.” Remember"“'“ will save : you money on anything pertaining to Houso Fuenish ing Goods. We ace the popular Furn ture and Carpet House in Omaha. We scll for cash or Easy Payments. tween the Se d the Bon Homme Rich. ard, and the never-to-be-forgottes words of Paul Jones, when, in his leaking burning and disarmed ship, he was avked & he had struck “I bave not yet begun to fight.” old friend, Captain Barry, had come lato possession of the splendid gold sword given Paul Jones by the king of Frauce, and which Paul Jones' relatives had glven to Robert Morris, and from him Captain Barry got it On Captain Barry's death Lo left this sword, most worthily and appropristely, to Dale, the great captain’s first liextenant. Dale never lost his interest in sallors and all who live by the sea. He was a deeply re- liglous man, and organized a Mariner's chu which be urged all sailors to attend. Sunday afternoon for thirty years to this humble little chapel, and Joining In the service, would go about among the saflors who were present, gently lnquir- ing into their wants, and never failing to do a kindness for them when possible. It Is sald that no ever heard to speak word agaln: He died peacetuily after & short iliness, In 1826, The Unite States named for him & flue sloop of war, anfon in Atlanta Constitution, is long for thee, dear one, tis the same way 1 have trod; 1 cannot say: “Thig evil shun, Or take this way that leads {o God." nd thou the way with thy frall fe en as I have found it, swest! cannot say: “Howaro the thorn Because, above it climbs the ros Nor whisper: For » Find th ness floet, B sweet! And yet, for only thy dear sake, The tenderest prayer that t Is that the kind, £00d God sh \hn". by s that t , go! | A "worid. of Tisde for_iny resti < Bt thou must find, with thy dear £ ke thorn or rose—as I bave, which 1ike Dale himselt, saw much service In l:.. mala gangwa. te to him w placed, recalllng bis services in the fight be-