The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 21, 1895, Page 16

16 THE SAN FRANCISCO i o The forks of the Quesnal River in the early seventies presented & vivid and in- teresting picture of the mining life of British Columbia. The Occidental Hotel gtood in the centerof the broad main street of Quesnal that began at the river and lost itself in the forest of pines. The gold- geeker of the Fraser River who began on the bars above Fort Yale usually pushed THE woops OF- BRITISH COLUMBIA BY DANIEL O'CONNEL: *° and Yorkshire pudding, for the landlord was an old “type” and believed in the solid fare of his native land. George was very attentive to Harper ‘and offered to assisthim in the carrying of his valise, a courtesy which the cattleman promptly rejected. “I always pack my own goods,’’ he said, apologetically, “and when I set them down I know_just where to look for them, don’t you see?’ “And not & bad plan either,” assented George, “particularly when they’re worth looking after.”” And bere he winked at the cattleman with a familiarity which made the stage-driver, who had a proper respect for wealth, shudder. hose who have not traveled at night through one of those primeval forests of British Columbia can have no idea of the strange sounds that pervade those vast woods. The baying of the wolf is succeed- ed by the scream of the panther, and the hooting of owls and uncanny birds of the | nignt sustained this infernal chorus. The | moaning of the river and then the sharp | intonation of a cataract appeals clamor- | ously for attention. Should the wind be high the crash of falling trees breaks in upon this strange orchestra of the gloom. | But a sound more startling and agpalling than all these pierced the midnight air as the Quesnal stage rumbled through the forest. It was the voice of the cattleman in an agony of fear and desperation. It “MY GOD! IS THAT MAN GOING TO DIE FOR MY ORIMEP”» [From a sketch by a “Call” artist.) on and on until he reached Quesnal, and there rested for a time before beginning his weary tramp toward the rich- mining country of Caribou. Representatives of every class were at this period found among the mines of British Columbia. Canada contributed a large quota to the multitude of adventurers, and t%ere were not a few men of ancient name and title who packed their blankets over the mountains that lowered above the rushing and tempestuous Fraser. M"lsln%', landlord, can I have a bed here to- ) 'his interrogatory to the landlord of the Occidental came from a tall, dark man, whose expression was one of decided good nature. “Well, I s’pose you can,” was the genial reply, “I think we've got room for a few mor;.] Have you got any baggage with you?” “Only this roll of blankets,” said the stranger, pointing to a_bundle of stuff which he had carelessly thrown on the floor, and then turning to a crowd of men who had just entered, he invited them up to the bar to take a drink. Among the group that accepted his hos- pitality was & fair-haired lad who looked as it he had just left an English public school. He had a round, freckled face, end his frame, though slender, showed evidence of symmetry and strength. The entertainer seemed attracted by his ap- peagnnce and laid his hand on hisshoulder kindly. “Weil, my lad,” he said, “‘and how far are lyou bound inthis wild country ?” “ take the stage to-morrow for Oari- bou,” said the lad. “I've got a letter of introduction to some fiaop).e at Barkerville and I hope to get work in the mines. My name is Percy Tilly. What is yours?” The big man laughed. “You can call me George,” he said, “when you want to address me, and il answer to that name.” . ; The Caribou stage at this period did not arise above the dignity of a mudwagon. It was drawn by four horses, but was quite innocent of springs or cushions. The high- way from the forks of Quesnal to Caribou led through a wild forest. The stopping places were log huts, where, however, a surprisingly good meal was served for a dollar. The stage that left Quesnal had a complete load, both inside and out. At the first halting place a small, nervous- looking man got in, carrying a traveling- sack, which fic deposed with great care under one of the seats. “That,” said the stage-driver, in a sub- dued voice, to the man he knew as Mr. George, who was sitting on the box beside him, *‘is Tom Harper, one of the cattle kings of Caribou.” “And what do you think he’s got in that ?" asked George, carelessly. ““I guess he’s got cash,”’ rejoined the driver. *‘He's been down to Lilouet selling 8 big band of cattle.” The first inn, fifteen miles beyond Ques- nal, was prepared to receive the trayelers by the Caribon coach. The refreshments before dinner were some honest bottles of Hudson Bay rum and brandy, and the came from the interior of the stage, where the darkness was dense. *‘He is murdering me,” yelled Harper. “Bave me, save me!” A scene of the wildest confusion im- mediately ensued. The driver pulled uj his horses so rapidly as to throw the lead- ers back upon the wheelers. Those on top of the stage tumbled off and rushed to the doors, both of which were open. One with more presence of mind than the others struck a match and lit a candle which he carried, and then a horrible picture was disclosed. Harper was lying on the bot- tom of the stage bleeding profusely from an awful wound in his side. He had only time to gasp out, “That man George mur- dered and robbed me,” before he expired. George was gone and with him the valise containing the coin of the cattle-trainer. “Gentlemen,” said the stage-driver,'it is no use, as you will understand, to chase that villain™ through the darkness of this forest. We will push on to ‘Last Chance,’ where Dan Burns, the Sheriff of Caribou, is, and put the matter in his hands.” ‘When an hour or so afterward the stage drew up at Last Chance, twenty miles from Barkerville, another discovery was made. Percy Tilly, as well as George, the murderer, was missing. No mining country could boast of & more orderly community than Barkerville. Unlike California min- ing camps, the knife and the pistol as weapons of offense wereunknown. There- fore this foul and treacherous murder ex- cited the people to the utmost. A mass- meetil:fi was held, over which the Sheriff presided, to organize a search party for the capture of the murderers. In that wild and unsettled country, whéré he wounld have to seek the settlements for provisions, there did not seem to be much difficulty about running him down. The testimony of the passengers all pointed to the fact that the man who had given his name as “George”’ at the forks of the Quesnal was the thief and the assasssin. The disap- pearance of the boy Percy Tilly was hardly noticed amongfltbe‘ grim surroundings of the tragedy. He might or might not have laid over at their last stopping place, and there was so little interest taken in him that he ceased to be a feature in the his- tory of the crime. The inn at Last Chance, twenty miles from Barkerville, was carefully watched. A sort of a picket line was spread along the road from there to the Forks. But two weeks passed over and no intelligence was received. Poor Harper had been buried and his estate passed into the hands of his brothers. It was fourd by his accounts that the stolen wallet contained between eight and nine thousand dollars in gold and bills. There were also some letters of credit on banks of Victoria, which were not considered negotiable. ~ Three weeks gn_ssed without any trace of the assassin eing found, and the search was consid- ered as hopeless. Harper's business was conducted by his brothers, and but for the dark stain on the bottom of the stage coach, the fearful murder of the forest might be considered but as a fitful dream. A party of miners sat down one evening some three weeks after the tragedy at Dave Quartz, to a sociable game of cards. In the course of the game a strar.ger wandered in guests were regule.d on prime roast beef | from the street and called for a drink, As he was putting the glass to his lips a wild shout was heard outside, and in a moment the saloon was filled with eagerand excited men. - “That is George, the murderer!” shouted the ringleader of the mob. “That is the man who killed Harper in the stage.” At once the crowd poured into the place, and tlt:e accused stranger turned and faced them. “What ao you men mean?’ shouted the stranger, “‘and what are you talking about, anyway ?"” jumping on the counter and dis- playing a_loaded pistol with which he threatered the crowd. ’ “Lynch him—Iynch him!”’” was the an- swer yelled; ‘‘he murdered Harper.” “If there be a properly constituted officer here,” cried George, ‘I will give myself up.to him. Ifnot, I will kill some of you before you take me prisoner.” “Here’s the man who will prove who he is,” and the crowd made way for the stage- driver. “I. know,you,” said .the stage-driver, fiercely; ‘‘you traveled with us from the Forks of Quesnal to Last Chance.”” “And what if I did?” retorted -the “nv?'iu' “What if you did?"” cried the stage- driver. “Was there no one else on waglgu to kill Harper but myself?" “That settles1t, boys,” said_the Sheriff, calmly; “this man is a murderer, and he must suffer the penalty of his crime.” ‘When the legal aspect of the accusation was considered, the conviction of George did not seem an easy matter. True, he had disappeared at the moment of Harper's murder, but then nobody had seen him strike the fatal blow and he might account for his disappearance from the stage for several reasons hesides thatof avoiding the penalty of guilt. But the community of Barkerville determined upon baving a victim, took Mr. George to the strongest building in the camp, locked him up securely, and prepared to try and hang him. The accused man appeared to take his predicament rather lifihtl , remarking as he was led away with handcuffs on his wrists: “You fellows have got the wrong man; you'll find out some day.” The trial of George Elsworth, for such he declared himself to be, was a brief operation. The evidence of course was purely eircumstantial, but the facts were that he was sitting near Harper in the interior of the stage, that he had appar- ently made advances to the wealthy cattle- man and that when in the darkness of the night in the forest, when Harper was found weltering in his blood, the satchg) containing the coin and he had dis- appeared. To all those accusations George had but one reply and that was: $3¢ you hang me, you hang the wrong man." The crown prosecutor had not much trouble in presenting his case. The jury was apparently determined to find a 'vic- tim, and the verdict of guilty of murder in the first degree was rendered JLfewr less than a quarter of an hour’s deliberation. The equanimity of the prisoner was un- disturbed. He said, rather sadly, as the jury came into court: “You have got me in a bad box, but I'll go through it all right."” The day of the execution was fixed and the community of Caribou felt satisfied. The condemned wrote a few letters to England and then prepared to meet his fate with the air of a man who knew he was to ‘undergo the punishment he de- served. The Sheriff of Caribou, ten min- utes before the hour of execution, laid his hand upon the shoulders of the con- demned. “‘George,” he said, “‘are you guilty of this murder?” “I am not,” George replied. “Then why haven’t you triea to defend yourself?" said the Sheriff, with a troubled air. “Because,’”’ replied the doomed one, “be- tween you and me, Sheriff, I don’t care a bad fourpence whether 1 live or die.” “But,” continued the officer, “you don’t want to be hanged for a crime you did not commit.” George smiled at him. . “My dear sir,”’ he said, ‘a dramatic life should have a dramatic ending.” “Then, by heavens! I won't hang you,” said the Bheriff. ‘‘Because I sincerely believe you are not a murderer.’’ George smiled sadly and put his hand on the shoulder of the disturbed official. “You go on and do_ your duty, my friend,” he said. ‘““You have the law on your side, and, trust me, youn are doing me a great service.” “I'll be blowed if I can see how I can do o:gerwise. but I'll be darned if I like the ob.”? The reflection of the sun from the snow- clad sides of Bald’s Mountain was strong and glaring as George Elsworth stood be- nentg the beam with the rope around his neck. He had been so mild and gentle- manly through all the Drelimimrg busi- ness which led to this tragedy that the f]y_mpathien of his executioners were with im. “George,” said the Sheriff, as he put the rope around his neck, ‘have vou got any- thing to say before we turn you off?” There was a kindly smile on the face of the dying man, a smile that arrested the attention of the crowd, and before he could utter a sentence, the figure of a slim lad dashed up on the scaffold. The hand- some face of the youth was distorted with excitement, as he cried: “My God, is this man going to die for my crime? I am the elayer of Harper, and it wae to rescue me that this noble man left the stage and led me through the forest. For the deadly and murderous impulse that possessed me, I am willing to suffer this. moment. I confess m crime and [ am willing to expiate it. An this man who now stands on the scaffold with a rope around his neck is Lord George Gorden, a peer of England.” The Xonnx man cowered at the feet of him whose life was so nearly sacrificed for his own. “And what is to become of ‘you then, Percy 7" ““That is arranged,” said thelad, quietly. “I yielded to the impulse of crime, and I have become my own executioner. You are vindicated; but this,” and he drew from his pocket a half empty vial of poison, “is my punishment.” BANKERS ON THE BOYCOTT. They COonsider General Master Sover. eign’s Scheme Absurd and Un- feasible. Beveral of the bank presidents expressed their minds yesterday on the edict of General Master Sovereign, requesting that the Knights of Labor refuse to accept National bank notes. They consider that it is one of the most foolish requests that has ever been made to the laboring classes, 8. G. Murphy, president of the First National Bank, considers that General Mas- ter Sovereign does not know what he is talking about. “No, Ido not think it will affect us on the Pacific Coast,’” said James Kelly of the Hibernia Savings Bank, ‘‘as I do not think the laboring class in general would think of cln'{inxout such a boycott. It will not help silver, unless the Government should suspend the issuing of all notes under $10 and stop the coinage of gold coins below that amount. “There is at present coined about 160,- 000,000 silver dollars. Buch a procedure by the Government would increase the silyer coingfe to $800,000,000. This would settle the silver question for the next fifty years, as between the amount gf silver necessary for the arts and oohufie t would take all of the bullion now in the treasury and all the product of the silver mines of the country.” 3 Other prominent bankers of the City characterized the boycott scheme as a most absurd movement. In the opinion of Cashier Schmidt of the German Bank it would not affect this section of the country, nor did he believe the boycott would considered by the laboring man.” In no sne did he think it would last over thirty ays. resident Hellman of the Nevada Bank would solve the question ry stopping and calling in all notes below the value of $20. Senapts m!\'nrly ?r?;t:nltgi:! all the prbper‘ty of is coun €] sums ranging from $1000 to $1,000,000. your old & Early in ’63 the ship Ocean Bignal, com- manded by Captain Harry Ladd, was off the Brazilian coast, bound north, one bright and breezy Sunday morning. Decks had been washed down, and the boys were rubbing up their brass work fore and aft, for the captain liked to have things neat and shiny on Sundays, when, just as 8 bells struck, a man doing a job aloft sang out ‘S8ail ho!” We bad seen a number of sails during the week and paid no more than ordinary attention to them, but this one seemed to excite our curiosity more than usual, because she turned out to be a steamer showing a large spread of canvas and painting the sky black with smoke, as- if she had just begun to fire up. In a few minutes she was in plain sight, close hauled on the starboard tack and about ten miles off our lee quarter, shoving through the water with all the speed she could make with wind and steam, as if she wanted to get somewhere suddenly, par- ticularly in our direction. We were not loafing, either, under three royals. The Signal was a lively craft when she had a fair show and that day there was every- thing in her favor. I relieved the wheel at eight bells and as I got hold of the spokes I heard the ‘“old man,” who had been CALL, SUNDAY, JULY 21, 1895. prettiest sight in the world. There’snoth- ing else half so grand. The Alabama found that she couldn’t head us off by holding her course, so she checked in her yards and kept away a few points. Soon after this she fired a shot— two or three of them in the course of half an hour. She was getting mad because we wouldn’t heave to and be scuttled or burned ; but none of the shots showed up anywhere near us. It was getting exciting, 1tell you. Our emiin was at the peak, looming up in the sun like a brand-new rainbow or a stack of barbera’ poles. The captain ran it up himself, and as the stars and stripes spread out in the breeze he took off his hat and bowed, saying, “Them’s my sen- timents.” idn’t look anxious a bit, though every dollar ke had in the worl was in his ship, being part owner, and he knew that if (Ee cruiser caught her she would be sunk or set afire. If he was scared he didn’t show it; on the contrary, he appeared to be real jolly, and ordered | the steward to give all hands & stift tot of whisky. 8till, you could see #.at he was mighty well interested in things just about that time, and wasn’t missing much of what was going on. The wind gradually got a little stiffer all the time. Tfim Signal had all she could smother under and was sliding along like work that makes a sailor’sagility apparent it is handling light kites in & stilf breeze. | These orders were hardly executed be- fore the royals were ordered furled, with the admonition, “Lively, boys, lively!” Within an hour or so_the wind had in- creased considerably. It had become first cousin to an ambitious gale and was kick- ing up quite a respectable sea. Though relieved of a good deal of pressure by the handmfi of the light sails the ship still had more than she could safely carry. With shortened sail she seemed to be going just as fast as before. 8he had in fact been overcrowded—jammed into the water in- stead of through it—handicapped by can- vas. There was a thundering sea rolling up on our weather guarter, as if it would like to come aboard and smash things in behalf of the pirate, but it was always a little too late and could do nothing more than curl up its green and white head just astern of us and break into showers of spoon-drift. Though we were going as if a whole regi- ment of sheriffs and constables were after us, the Alabama was still pegging away, smoking as furiously as ever, but reduced to topsails, which were’ all she could bear in that gale. If she had ever made iood time since she'was launched at Birken- head she was doing it then, but we were outrunning her, all the same—actually beating the cracked-up British flyer that could overhaul any Yankee ship afloat. SBo she could, only she couldn’t. Attwo bells in the first dog-watch—b o’clock— she was just in sight and we were still stafxering along under three to’gallant- sails with a wind that = made everything hum. It was Jooking very smutty along the weather horizon. The lower rim of the sky had a mean, ma- licious aspect. When it blows in that latitude it blows so hard that it takes half a dozen men to hold the captain’s hair on his head sometimes. At dark the faval marauder was ob- scured by the gloom, but he was there astern, and it would not have taken long for him te come up with us if we had unfortunately been crippled in our spars or lost a sail or two. The captain and mate were having a con- fab on the poop. The ship was cnrrying more than prudent seamanship woul have justitied under ordinary ecircum- sta’nces, but it was a clear caseof “‘got to do it.” . Pretty soon the order came, ‘“‘Lee fore brace!” The yards were braced and the ship was brought to the wind, until she was going only about two points free, per- ceptibly lessening her speed through the a train of cars. The stun’sail booms and t0'gallant masts wobbled wildly ; backstays, water, though she continued to get along handsomely and nobly stood up to her «IF SHE EVER MADE GOOD TIME SINOE SEE WAS LAUNCHED SHE WAS DOINg IT THEN.” [From a sket¢h by a “Call” artist.] looking intently at the stranger with a glass, say to the mate: ““That’s the Alabama, as sure as ducks swim. Isaw her when she left Liverpool and know her well. We'll give her a try and see how much go there is in her. I've heard that she can run down anything that ever carried cahvas, but I don’t believe e Then he took a look into the binnacle and appeared to figure in his head a min- ute or two, as if doing some dead reckon- ing. “Keep her away four points,” said he, and then, to the mate: ‘“Brace in the yards, Mr. Holt. Call all hands to make sail. Loose the skysails. Get ont the squere lower stun’sail and rig out the swinging boom. Set fore topmast and to'gallant stun’sails—everything that will drew—and get a swig on halliards fore and aft. We’'ll wake up the Signal and see if there’s any of the old mettle left in her. 1f that British pirate catches us she will have to get a good move on, if this wind holds." The word being passed forward that the stranger was the notorious Confederate cruiger the crew were ssuned to jumping around with unwonted activity and alac- rity in the execution of orders, which came thick and fast from the officers. They were a good lot of sailormen—not bee- hunters and sheepherders, like some of the crews that go to seanow, whodon’t know any better than to rig the jibboom out of the gangway. So, in pretty short order, almost in man-o'-war fashion, we had all the kites flying, and the old Signal began to pile distance up behind her in fine style; appearing to enjoy the excite- ment. The Alabama had plainly gained on us while we had been making sail. Ourkeep- ing away four points brought the wind about on our starboard quarter and also changed the position of the steamer in pursuit, which was new squarely on our lee beam, heading right for us. She was six or seven miles off, coming with all the smoke she could make besides the breeze she carried. Captain Harry was jolly and sucked his pipe with extra good relish, keeping both eyes peeled on things aloft all the while. “Keep her as straight as a pump-bolt, my man, and don’t let her yaw an inch. It's straight steering that wins tyacht-races half the time,"” he said to me. Bhe steered like a Eflot-bont. It was a beautiful sight to see her bowling along, nodding and bow- ing gracefully to_the waves that she split in two and tossed aside as if saying, “‘Clear the way and give me a chance to pass, for I'm on business.” The sea was pretty smooth considering the wind that was sending us along. Oar wake was like a millrace churned to milky foam, and on the weather gquarter there was a white top comber that followed us as steady as if we were towing it. My chum used to say the Signal went so fast then that the water was redbot for halfa mile on each side of ner. She wasn’t what might be called & sharp ship or anything like an extreme clipper, but was one of those medium ships that sail well and carry a heap of freight. Jammed on a wind she was onl r average, but going free, with all she could stand up under, she wasa bird entirely, and very few l'hipl ‘could crawl away from her. An bour or so after we had made sail and got everything taut and drawing to the bhest advant , the wind began to freshen up considerably—just what she wanted. Then she was at home to all callers. We hove the log and found her going good fourteen knots. If you have never seen a fuil-rigged ship in a wholesale breeze you've missed seeing the braces, tacks and sheets were as taut as fiddle-strings, but _everything stood. About seven bells the skipper took his glass and went aloft to the mizzen cross- trees, where he stayed an hour. When he came down I heard him say to the mate: “That fellow won't catch us this trip if the wind don’t go back on ns and nothing hap- ens. We are gaining on him, that's sure. f we can holg our own till dark we can dodge him, but it will be a streak of Juck that don’t occur every day.” ‘We got our regular duff for dinner, but nobody left the deck, all hands being kept ready for an emergency. The wind was howling through the rigging and the Signal was fairly flylnf. runnin, teen knots off the reel every time, which was speedy_for any kind of a ship, you will admit. You may talk about Jonr fast ships—your Fly- ing Clouds and Andrew Jacksons—but very few of them ever did as well as fifteen knots, and that only once in a lifetime. ‘When one is charging to the front at the rate of 6080 feet every four minutes you know that she isn’t in any funeral proces- sion. Many a crack clipper with a noseon Captain J. W, E. Townsend. [Reproduced from an exgraving in Chic.] RS SOt o5 S SRRSO S her like a razor never came anywhere near it with ever 8o good aslant. - When the Alabama was turned loose to sink and burn Northern-owned merchant- men she had the name of making 17 or 18 knots an hour without hurrying; and there we were, doing 15, and beating her steady all the time. It was a fact; we were cnwl.ln.% away from the®cruiser so fast that the increase of dis- tance between us could be mnoticed hour by heur. Bhe was now broad on our lee quarter, heading nearly our course and marking the horizon with a long band of biaek smoke. 11 the coaf she was wasting every thread of can- vas she had was deing good service; but there wasn’t pash and pull enough in both of them to everhaul us. While we were discussing our duff or rumm;ln!f in the beef kid at dinner time ‘we curiously if not anxionsly cast our eyes aloft at the straining yarn of which was bel ’ utmost. If anything went lets of trouble would be created for us. It seemed as if an additional hatful of wind would take eve! tick out of the ship. We had h‘rZy finished dinner when the mate sang out to let go staysail halyards and clew up and furl those sails, at the same instant ordering in the stun’sails. This made us bustle around, forif there is any work. To drive her into such a sea under so much canvas was risky business. It did not seem possible that wood and iron could hold together under the strain. The deck was allawash and every- thing that was not securely lashed was afloat in the lee scappers. The lee cathead was out of sight half the time, and my chum remarked that he would not be sur- prised to see her make a dive and come up with everything gone forward and both anchors hanging to the footropes of the foreyard, any an able ship would have been under double-reefed topsails at that time. Ihad seen ships carry sail before, but never saw_one stand up under canvas as the Ocean Signal did that night, during which the captain never went below for more than a minute er two at a time. If the cruiser held on as she was heading when we last saw her our courses were di- verging, so that by daylight, if we could drag sail so long, the two vessels would be manfi miles apart. We didn’t get any watch below, you may be sure, though we had a big nip of whisky every four ionn DSt 1o s | wied and a potof hot coffee and a bit of a snack at the galley when we wanted it. The ship was staggering terribly. Between fierce lee lurches and vicious weather rolls, which occurred in occasional mo- mentary lulls of the wind, we had to look sharp for ourselves. ‘toward morning the wind slacked up and the sea went down somewhat, so that il again and braced sharp up. there was nothing in sight from the mainroyal yard. We had run away from the smartest cruiser the British could build at that time. L don’t believe that any ship ever carried sail harder than the Signal did then, and with all the battering and straining she got she did not make an extra bucket of water, which showed her to be a light and solid old boat. She is still in existence—a petroleum droger in the Mediterranean, along with the Young America, N. B. Palmer and other once famous California clippers that have be- come too old to be trusted with valuable cargoes. Some years afterward, when :I had to be mate of a ship, I ran across Cnp':.h: Ladd in Liverpool. He told me that he had met Captain SBemimes of the Alabama in Mobile, and had quite a talk with him, recalling the lon, chase off the Brazilian _coast. gémmes sald: “No other shld: ever beat us so badl: as the Ocean Signal did, thon, Z several gotaway fromus. It cost us nearly all our coal to chase her, and we had to g0 to Martinique to fill our bunkers, nar- mwl*{emmnfi the big United States gun- boat Vanderbilt, which had been specially detailed to look after us. We presumed that the Ocean Signal would be likely to keep off dead before the wind after ({lrk to give us the slip, instead of which you d nE and went right into the teeth of a gale, which we didn’t for a moment think you would do. As we were not Yankees we could not guess correctly. so you es- caped and saved your ship. We would have captured you to a certainty if it had not been for the rattling breeze you carried so steadily. We wanted you very much for the saltpeter you were loaded with.” It will be remembered that the Alabama sul ll!nflg'kfot into a fix where even uqu T eould not gave her from thovsuns of the Kearsarge, for Captain ins- low “got to her collar.”” She was really about the most effective cruiser that ever under any . She could remain at sea along time. In fact she could go around the world without once making pandmr consumption of coal being re- markably small, with sail power almost as great as that of an_ ordinary ship of equal tonnage, so that she did all her cruising ::d:lr sail, reserving her fuel for emer- ncies. Not being compelied to remain in the vicinity of coaling stations, Semmes went hither’ and yon, as circumstances sug- gested. While our gunboats were looking for him here or there he was somewhere elsé. At one time he would be waylaying ships bound to the Pacific, and the next ou would hear of him he was chasing *hina traders off the Cape of Good Hope. When one gunboat got to where he had been, he was in the vicinity of Singapore or elsewhere, leisurely taking his pick of American merchantmen. We haveno ship now that can get around like her. Any one of our new white cruisers would have to take a coal mine along to enable her to cover the ground traversed by the Ala- bama. She was admirably adapted to the work. A cruiser that depends upon_coal altogether is no cruiser at all, and Uncle Sam will find it out by and by, * NEW TO-DAY. 3 THE OWL DRUC CO., % CUT-RATE P& DRUGGISTS! 128 Marlket Stireet, SAN FRANCISCO, 820 S. Sprinsg Street, LOS ANGELES. OPEN ALL NIGHT. WE CUT On Prescriptions Even more than on Patent Medicines, be- cause we can well afford to, the average profit being greater. The Old Fogy Drug- gists live on their extortionate charges for rescriptions. Just TEST the matter by gnvin: one of theirfirescriptions refilled by us. You will then know which is the real catter and which is the sham. 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