1 THE SUNDAY OKEGONIAN, PORTLAND, SEPTEMBER 12, 1913. The f allowing narrative, true in every ' detail, wat written by Captain William Ferrie Wood, who at the time of the occurrence he describee was mate on board the clipper bark Windeor Castle. LATITUDE 40 degrees north, longi tude 32 degrees west, homeward bound to Falmouth for orders, the clipper bark Windsor Castle sighted a trim sailer whose general appearance was well found and well kept, but with an indefinable air of something wrong chowing even in the set of her sails. Our Skipper, Captain Edward Pilcher, and old sea dog of a school that has disappeared, squinted along his tele scope and grunted disapproval, altering his course slightly to pass astern of the stranger. ' As the Windsor Castle drew closer a tangle of flags fluttered toward the stranger's peak, bringing forth the , caustic remark from our skipper: "She Is manned by lubbers or soldiers. Why ' do they want to hoist flags spaced like ' that?" A clear-eyed youngster read the letters and danced with impatience as the skipper thumbed through his code book and translated, "What 1b your lat itude?" "Latitude? What the blaze does he want latitude for? The sky is clear and the sun at high noon. If it were longitude I could understand their chronometer may be out. There la something wrong on that craft, and, Mr. Morgan (to the mate), clear away my gig and put some boys in her that can pull." As the Windsor Castle, beautifully bandied, crossed the stranger's stern we read her name, "Casewel!, of Liverpool," and, taking the weather position. Cap tain Filcher hailed them to back their main yard and he would come aboard. The rattle of the boat davit blocks and i the splash of the lowered gig along side were not out of our ears before the skipper was climbing the side lad der, disdaining even to answer the mate's inquiry, "Will I put out the ae- j;ommodatior ladder, sir?" ,W As we came alongside the Casewell six or eight scared-looking foreigners looked over her forward rail, while one man, who we afterward found was the ship's carpenter, directed a diminutive boy, whose ferret face and cockney ac cent proclaimed his nationality, to give us a line and throw over the side ladder. Climbing aboard we were horrified. The poop and after decks were a sham ble. By the companlonway, on his face, arms and legs spread, lay a powerful looking foreign seaman with the whole top sliced off his head. The man had never moved an inch from where he fell. In a corner lay another in exactly similar plight, and close to a small scuttle lay another sailor with a. boat ex imbedded in his skull, the handle click-click-clicking on the deck as the ship rolled to the swell and backed main yards. 'What has happened here?" demand ed our skipper, grabbing a belaying gun from the rail, an example quickly followed by the boat's crew. "Murder er mutiny? Where are the captain and officers?" "All dead, sir. Murdered by those brutes there!" was the astonishing an swer of the powerful-looking carpen ter. "They meant to serve me and the boy the same way, but they will do no more harm. There is another on the tYlutitn on Board British Bark Caswell Was Quelled Only After Ship's Carpenter Killed Four of Crew i ? I "A $ I -: ;p ' $ if. - -f' I , . -1;-! . : j SSI Ar1-i t7 Ms, f a." ' f f I AHniWiltit',' - " r-35. gaskets a f - Hy . staircase. Come up here and I will tell you all about it." Captain Filcher took one good look and, mounting the poop, glanced down the cabin staircase. A murderous looking ruffian, with a heavy revolver In hand and a wicked-looking knife In belt, lay huddled at the bottom. The upper part of his head was crushed like an eggshell. A broadaxe clotted with blood and hair lay near him. There was no mistaking the means or the sudden manner of their death. "T see," said Captain Pilcher, grimly, "quick work and well done, but why?" "First and foremost, sir," said the down-looking carpenter, "I am Scotch and was only the ship's carpenter. Jfow I am captain of this craft and there's my commission. "I did that," pointing to the three dead on and near the coxnpanionway. "The boy got the fourth, and worst, just in time to save me from being taken from behind. They," pointing to the living, "are what's left of the crew, and a white livered lot of cur they are, or all this could not have happened. "We left our loading port with the raklngs and scrapings of a nigger boarding-house for a crew, and until we crossed the line had no more than the usual troubles, but a fortnight's doldrums hauling and pulling the yard about under a burning sun and not a breath of fresh air blowing the dago crew could not stand the gaff. The skipper and mates kept them at It, and murmuring and discontent were all we heard. These four dead were the ringleaders; the others knew of the plot, but were too scared to tell. Last night when the mate was forward over the taffrail. These two with the shackle lashed to his feet. I at the Jib sheets the helmsman knifed top of their heads missing tripped the sounding . the fore' peak and had a the skipper from behind as he leaned mate and dumped him with an anchor hatch clapped on over my head, and nd saw it all. Sliding down the forestay In front of the foresail. he bid himself over the bow until after dark, when he crawled down the ventilator to me and told me the captain and officers were dead, the wheel was lashed and the murderers were drinking In the cabin. They empty bottles that the mutineers had been drinking heavily, but the leader was awake and saw me. Calling the others, I started to come on deck. I let the leader corns clear of the stair ease. One at a time was my game, and I bad no Intention of making any mis take. One swing of the axe settled htm. The second, close at bis heels, got the same medicine. The other two were suspicious and separated, one coming up the small hatch, the ether, with knife and revolver, taking the staircase. -Ho saw the bodies and halted as I swung, and the halt made me miss with the edge, but a backward swing gave htm his finish. Edge or back, it was all the same. "In the meantime the fourth man was up and made his rush from behind, the boy yelling like an Indian to warn me. and at the same time planting the boat axe Just as you see it, and none too soon. It was all over In a minute; four dead men. my axe In my hand all dirtied up, and the boy leaning over side, sick. It seemed as if I was In a horrible dream and then I saw your sails." "Well, we must clear up this mess, first." said Captain Pilcher. "and I'll put an officer on board to navigate you In, change some of my crew and we will keep company, anyhow." "Not on your life, sir' said this ex traordinary man. "I have brought her through this myself, me and the boy, anyhow, and we take her home to Fal mouth ourselves. I want no outsiders to get the credit. If you will give me course and distance to English land I will get her there myself tinder easy sail. If you won't. I must go my own gait. I thought you were British, so I hoisted the flags. Maybe they are wrong, but I have gone through over much. The worst is over now. I am no scholar, but I can sail her. I'll thank you for course and distance only." Our skipper looked him square in the eye and grudgingly allowed admira tion to gleam from his own. "Chips," said he, holding out his hand, "you're a man! I never make any mistake In that, and If you start to take this ship home by yourself I will show you enough to do It. If you will not let me send her a navigator all that I afk is that you won't let anybody else do so later. "Give me paper and pen and I will ' do the rest. Your position is latitude 40 N.. longitude 32 W. Tou know the North Star? Good! Steer north by your compass until that star Is SO de grees high and the third star In the handle of the Dipper abreast of It. That's your latitude. Turn her east by compass. Keep the star abeam at 60 degrees altitude and sail 1000 miles east to the Bishop light. Remember, 600 miles north, 1000 miles east. We will help clear the decks, sign your log and start you fair, and I think you can do it. "Get those hounds aft to clear up this boy also. I thought It was all up. but f"3- make "f sisn the Bnp' ,los remembered If the boy was small LOOKING DOWJT HE SAW THE MUTIJf EERS, enough to get In he could get out and release, me. which he did. and. taking my broadaxe from my shop and giv ing the boy a boat axe, we made our way aft before daylight. "The rest of the crew had locked themselves In the forecastle and were the rest of the crew cowered In the hopeless. We removed our boots and forecastle. in stocking feet made no noise. Peep- "The boy was aloft stopping up sail lng through the skylight, I saw by the book and I will take a copy to clear you when you do arrive home, and good luck to you." - Their work ahead and night coming on, we helped clear her up while the skipper wrote out his copy and- at nightfall pulled back to our ship. The wonderful part is that this extraordi nary man made his port, got his pilot and anchored bis ship without any out side help from anyone. Feathered Guests N OW," said Papa, "here's a little bird's house I bought in town today, and, children, I'm quito nure that if you will put it in the tranches of the old maple tree In the Sard you'll have a feathered guest or two." Helen looked puzzled. And as for iitUe Jamie, well he was such a lit tle shaver that he didn't quite under stand what Papa meant. "Do you mean. Papa, that if we put this cunning little house in the tree some birds will come and live in It?" "Kxaotly exactly!" answered Papa In that half-sertous, half-jolly tone he Used so much. "Oh, goody-goody!" cried little Jamie, Clapping his hands. He understood now and liked it! So Papa took the box out to the yard and, while they watched anxious ly, put it in place in the tree. The next morning both children y-ere up bright and early to see what manner of feathered guests had ac cepted their Invitation to build a nest and make themselves at home. But. alas, the house was empty! And again on the next morning and the next and the next. Poor Helen and Jamie were almost in tears. "Oh. Papa," she wailed, "do you real ly think they will come Perhaps they don't don't like the color of the house. I think myself It would be prettier white than red." Papa laughed and patted her on the head and assured her that the birds would come. 1 And they did, too the very nest morning! and, goodness me, what ex citement there was around the old maple tree! The birds there were two of them were busily gathering sticks and twigs and grasses and building themselves a nest within the house. Helen and Jamie spent nearly the whole day watching them. Then day followed day rapidly, but the children did not lose interest in their feathered guests. On the con- 1 SelorJon to Fez Hajst Pnxale. trary, they seemed to become more in terested each day. Morning and even ing they scatered crumbs on the ground around the tree and, presently, the birds would fly down and feed. Suddenly, one morning, little Jamie came running through the house, his eyes wide with excitement. "Birdies! Lots of little birdies!" he shouted, pointing to the tree. Helen rushed out and, sure enough, there were Ave instead of two birds in the r.est in the house. Papa came, too, to look, and he explained that the new arrivals had Just been hatched out. What strange looking things they were all mouth, it seemed. The mamma wren and the papa wren flew about gathering bits of food for their babies to eat. And as they returned to the nest the little feathered guests would open wide their mouths to take the food from their parents. For many days the children found much pleasure in watching the birds; and they were particularly interested In seeing the old birds teaching the little ones to fly. And thenf one morning, to their dis may, they found the house empty! All the birds bad gone and they came back no more. Papa explained that they had flown many miles away to a warmer clime, but that next year they, or other birds, would come back and be pleased to oc cupy the house again. So be took it down out of the thee. . A while later Helen picked up the little house and gazed at it sadly. Jamie, too, felt very sad and ha reached out his tiny hand and patted It lovingly- "Just to think, Jamie." said Helen, "they didn't even say 'good-bye' or tell us they enjoyed our hospitality! They were very rude guests, don't you thtnkr But but I loved them and I wish they'd come back don't you. JamieT" ' W here Real IVar Lies. Short Stories. Evelyn Is very cowardly, and her father decided to have a serious talk with his little daughter. "Father," she said at the close of his lecture, "when you see a cow ain't you afraid?" "No, certainly not, Evelyn." "When you see a bumblebee, ain't you fraid?" "No!" with scorn. "Ain't you 'frald when It thunders?" "No." with laughter. "Oh, you silly, silly child!" "Papa." said Evelyn, solemnly, "ainf you 'fraid of nothing in the world but mammar Caught POOR Tommy! He was In an awful state! He was miserable! And all because of little Clarice. Why, would you believe It, he didn't want to play with "the boys" at all. Not even baseball nor "goin swimmin' " appealed to him! All he could think about was dainty Clarice and how, whenever he came near her, she would turn up her nose at him and sail ma jestically by as though be were the dirt under her feet! It was awful! He had been resting for a long while with his back against the trunk of a big tree, trying to think of some way to impress Clarice, when suddenly he had an idea. Fine! That was just the thing! Clarice passed that tree almost every day and she would be sure to notice "It." Then, perhaps, she would under stand how much he liked her. So, opening his jack-knife, he set briskly to work. Slowly and carefully the sharp blade cut the outline of a heart in the smooth bark. It was a pretty heart, too ,and Tommy was proud of it. Then he began to cut the letters "T. C." right in the center of it the "T" standing for "Tommy?" of course, and the "C" for well, can you guess? He was just well started when he heard a voice right behind him: "What are you going to put there?" Tommy turned and there was Clar ice! He was dreadfully embarrassed, and he wanted to run. "I I ," he began; then, gathering courage, he continued, "I'm carving 'T. C right in the heart." Clarice looked at him steadily. "Humph!" she said. "Tee," went on Tommy, swallowing hard, "the 'T' is for 'Tommy' and the C is for " "Cat!" interrupted Clarice promptly and angrily. "Tom-Cat, that's what it stands for! Don't you dare say it stands for me. Tommy Jones! I won't have it so I won't!" And she stamped her foot on the ground. Poor Tommy 1 He took one look at the angry Clarice, snapped his knife For a Rainy Day THE next time you get a pair of new shoes, save the box they come In, and the first rainy day that you can't go out doors to play, you may have a good time with It. Tou need a pair of scissors, a few pins, a pencil, an old magazine and some flour paste. First, cut about a third of the box off straight, as in Figure 1. Then cut out the end and move it up to the cut edge, thus making it a smaller box. Clamp it to gether at each corner with a pin. That is the outside of your house, for that is w i. . .T I, , ' " T what you will have when you finish. shut, turned on his heel and walked ,T , ... . ..' , , Now, take the pencil and draw the lid of the box will make the roof of the house, with pretty, wide eaves. Figure S. If you have a box of water colors you can paint the .whole house any color you wish. Now, take the old magazine and look through the adver tisements in the back and you will find all the things you need to furnish your house tables, beds, chairs, rugs, stoves, etc Cut these out and furnish your house just as you want it, using the paste to keep the things In place. Fig ure 4 la bow your house will look when you get it finished. It is lots of fun try It. School Again 121 OUR PUZZLE CORNER HI slowly away. "Yes, the 'C is for 'Cat,'" be called back over his shoulder, "just like it's for 'Clarice' 'cause you are one!" And Clarice was more angry than vert POX 0172V T PVZZLEw . pNI3f o rrJ3fy doors and windows as In Figure z. Make as many doors and windows as you iike, then draw a line through the center of each window, as the dotted line shows, and carefully cut along the dotted lines, then bend each part back, and you have a window with shutters. Cut along the doors, as the dotted line shows, vand there are your doors that open and shut. Now, take the pieces of OUR godfathers and go-mothers bx ta jrou cut off at first and make lao i li.iu, wrniia di luo uuuna, iftm doors going from room to room. The Stories of the Great War An Army f Godfathers. The crosses indicate the tracks of the hound and the dots those of the fox. The fox has eluded the hound at every turn. See if you can show how he did it by connecting separately, with a pencil, the tracks of the fox and those of the hound, beginning at the points marked "start" and ending at those marked "finish." But the two trails must not once cross each other or themselves. 1HM6I"WE SHOULD "LIKE." 1. A resemblance. t. Military or martial. S. Another word for probability. 4. Resembling that which is living. FIVE WORDS IX ONE. There are five words, each having the same four letters, arranged differently; The first is worn over the face. The second is very repulsive. The third Is a boy's name. .The fourth is bad, wicked. The fifth is not dead. ANSWERS. Things we should like 1. Likeness. S. Warlike. I. Likelihood. 4. Lifelike. Five words in one Veil, Vile, Levi, Evil, Live. 1 you may not even know whether you have any, or not but there is a certain new little Princess in Germany who can't help knowing when she grows up that she has quite a few god fathers who are interested in her in that capacity. In fact, one would think she would be like "The Old Woman Who Lived In a Shoe," and had so many children she didn't know what to do. For she has an army of godfathers, literally. A German paper announces that "In addition to other persons the Crown Prince and Princess of Ger many have chosen as god-parents the whole of the Fifth Army, of which the Crown Prince is the bead." This paper thinks It shows "a beautiful re lationship of confidence between the leader and his army." Certainly it is a compliment. It all sounds like an old, old fairy tale, like of course, like the golden-haired girl baby who had 11 good fairy godmothers, and the twelfth came uninvited and spoilt the whole thing. But all the good soldier godfathers will send good wishes to their god child, one may be sure. For .every single one has -been remembered no one was left out.. cd n I ! 1 School agalnl Don't it beat all? Seems like yesterday That we left the study ball For vacation play. Somehow looks like school begins Just about the time Fruit is ripe and chlnkypins Are a-getting prime. When the fish are biting fine In the ponds and brooks You may lay aside your line And take up your books. 'Fore you're done one-half the things You had planned to do That old noisy school bell rings And your fun is through. Still, I guess it's best to go If smart men we'd be, Then there's Saturday, you know, When we're always free. Do You Know? Humbfas;. Hamburg is a city in Germany. The word "Humbug" comes from Hamburg. In Germany, a proverbial expression for a false report or rumor was called "a piece of Hamburg news." For whom America is named? Amer igo Vespucci. Who first sailed around the world? Magellan. Who said, "Don't give up the ship"? Captain Lawrence. Who rode to Lexington at midnight to tell that the British were coming? Paul Revere. Who wrote his greatest poem at the age of 18? William Cullen Bryant. Who was the inventor of the first sewing machine? Elias Howe. What statesman was killed in a duel? Alexander Hamilton. Who said, "We have met the enemy and they are ours"? Commodore Oliver H. Perry. Who was the builder of the first sue cessful steamboat? Robert Fulton. Who superintended the finances dur. ing the Revolutionary crisis. Robert Morris.