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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
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Carpenter Killed Four of Crew
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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-
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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..
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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.