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don’t think, though, that anybody believed him. I know l did not. The rats, I (elt sure, would infect the whole ship, and it was quite possible that the fate of the “Lady Jane’s” crew would be our—and mine—for the more imminent urew the danger the less confident I felt in my supposed immunity. We dined at half past five on board the “Diana.” The party generally consisted of the seven passengers, the captain (who presided) and sometimes the first or second officer. The t>ell mint fifteen minutes before the time, anil again at the half hour, when, as a rule, we were all in our places, except Bulnois who was in the habit of unduly prolonging his afternoon nap, and about every other day bad to be wakened up by a special messenger. This happened on the day Dailey was buried, and the conversation with the captain which I have just described took place. “Where is Mr. Bulnois?” asked Peyton, when we were all seated. Asleep, as usual, I suppose. Steward, send a boy to rouse him up, and say that dinner is on the table.” Just as we were beginning with oursoup the boy came back to say that Mr. Bulnois was very ill—had a bad headaehe, was very sick, and could not come to dinner. We all looked at each other. My companions turned pale, and I have no doubt I diih for the same thought passed through every mind—Bulnois had got yellow fever. It was like the handwriting on the wall at Belshazzer’s feast. The foe was inside the citadel, and each of us was mentally asking himself whose turn it would be next. The captain was the first to break the silence. “A trifling indisposition, I expect," he said, with an nlTected nonchalance which matched ill with his anxious face. ‘'Bulnois is subject to headaches, I think. I will go and see him presently, and give him something that will do him goed. Very likely an attack of Indigestion.” The captain looked round as if to invite an expression of opinion in accordance with his own; but nobody answered a word, and the dinner was finished hurriedly, nud in deep, almost solemn silence. But when Peyton left us to see poor Bulnois, every tongue was loosened. “He is among us now, and no mistake,” said Itobiuson. “Who?” “Yellow Jack. You must have brought him when you went aboard the ‘Lady Jane’ the other day, Erie.” “That is impossible. I was not there two minutes, an.: I came back as naked as I went. Besides, if I had brought it, I should have been the first victim.” “Well, how is it, then? I can understand that quarter-master getting it. But Bulnois never went near him, and at luncheon he seemed quite well, and ate with good appetite.” “I’ll tell you what it is,” put in Saunders, the bank clerk, a quiet, observant little fellow. “It’s those rats.” "Rats! What the deuce have rats to do with it?” "Everything. I can see it all now. There was not a rat on board before Tuesday. I have inquired among the men, and I can not fiud anybody who saw a single specimen until Wednesday, and now they simply swarm; and was it not on Wednesday morning that the captain had those guards put on the hawsers to prevent rats running over them from the ‘Lady Jane.’ Depend upon it. he knows, only it does not suit his purpose to say so. Have you not noticed how he fires up when anything is said about rats?” "By Jove! I do believe you are right. And itallcomesof takingthatcursed fever diip in tow. Peyton deserves to be thrown jverboard.” “N'o, no,” I said; “Peyton is one of the best fellows in the world. He acted for the best, and took every precaution. Who Jould foresee that rats would come aboard by a hawser?” “He had no business to rnn the risk—a risk that involved others as well os himself —of taking a fever ship in tow; and what makes it worse, lie did it for his own profit. We have no interest in the salvage.” After this I thought it discreet to let the subject drop, for in truth my friend's conJuct was almost. If not altogether Indefensible. “Never mind about the captain,” interposed somebody. “What are we to do? that is the question.” “What can we du but grin and abide?” i answered “There is no possibility of running away.” “But cannot we take something—brandy or quinine; or do something with carbolic acid?” “Carbolic Is merely a disinfectant: it is iicing used all over the ship already; brandy, 1 should think, is about the worst thing you could take, and quinine about the best. A manual of medicine I was looking at yesterday, in the captain’seabin, recommends strong doses of quinine as a ptopky lactic.'' “Let us have some!”—“Where can we get it?”—"Has the captain any:”—“How much should we take?” shouted the five passengers. I said that I believed the captain bad some; and when he returned from seeking Bulnois they asked him for quinine even before they inquired after their sick friend. He had some, though not very much, and gave each man n small dose forthwith. Bulnois was very ill; I’ey ton could not deny that his symptoms were those of yellow fever; and if he hail denied it I should have known that he was wrong, for I had been reading the subject up. I had seen Bailey, and the moment I saw poor Bulnois (none of the other fellows would go near him) I recognized all the signs of the dread disease in its incipient stage—tlie shivering, the hot skin, the suffused eyeballs, the drunken-like aspect of the eyes, and the flushed zone that encircled them. Poor fellow! we could do nothing for him; I doubt whether the ablest physician in England could have done anything for him. He died delirious on the second day. In the meantime three of the crew hail fallen ill, and they, too, died: and after that there were several deaths every day; vvitliiu a week of the outbreak of the fever, the forty-six souls whom the “Diana” had on honed when she sailed from Liverpool

risa 01 laKing tne fever than a man wno ! has been effectively vaccinated runs of | taking small pox. The boatswain was like Bonaparte—he believed in his star. “1 am not afraid. Mr. Erie,” he said to me one day; “my time has not come yet. I am IhmukI to see that treasure-ship before I die.” It was about this time that Bucklow (now first officer, his senior being among the dead) took me to the stern, and pointing to the water, said grimly— “There they are, waiting for us. They have been following us these last three days.” “They” were five or six huge sharks, swimming in the wake of the ship. 1 looked at them for awhile as if fascinated, and then with a shudder turned away. I never went near the taffruil that I did not look, and they were always close under the

stern.

As for Peyton, I thought he was going mad. He attended to his duties as diligently ns ever, looked after the sick as well as he could, and kept the survivors of his crew to their duties, took the day’s reckoning. and recorded the day’s run; but he hardly ej-er spoke, except to give necessary orders. For hours together he would pare about the ifuarter-deck, muttering—“It’s my doing! it’s all my doing! We shall all die! we shall all die! but my time has not come

yet!”

Once, when I ventured to suggest that he should cast the “Lady Jane” off (at the instance of some of the men. who had got it into their heads that so long as we had the fever ship in tow the fever would never leave us) he turned on me almost fiercely. “No!” he exclaimed; “I shall not cast her off. Why should I ? What harm has she done? I am doomed—we are all doomed— and the salvage will be a provision for my wife and family. Don’t you understand? A provision for my wife and family, that’s why. But it’s useless to discuss the subject or give my reasons. I absolutely refuse to cast the ship off; let that suffice.” He was doomed, but not to die of yellow

fever.

The very next morning, when 1 went on deck, Bucklow told me, lYith a significant look, that the captain had been taken ill in the night, and seemed in a very bad way. I went to him at once. Bucklow spoke truly. The captain was, in truth, in a very had way. He iiad all thesymptoms which I now knew so well. Although the temperature of Ids cabin was nearly eighty, and his skin hot and dry, he shivered continually. He had a terrible headache, too, and, albeit still sensible, rumbled at times in his talk, and I doubted not would soon become quite delirious. “Yellow Jack has got hold of me now,” he said, trying to smile. “I thought he would; but not so soon, not so soon. I was quite well last night. What think you now—is a man safer at sea or ashore? Are ttiese adventures to your taste, Erie? You will have more, more, and pleasanter ones, I hope. Sorry 1 asked you to come with me. Turned out badly, hasn’t it? If I had known what would happen, yon may be sure I would have given that brig a wide berth. But now it is too late! and the salvage, you know, will be a provision for ike wife and children. Poor wife! poor children! I shall never see them again, Erie— never again! Give them my love when you get home, and say I thought about them to the last. I knew your father; he was a very goo 1 friend; yes, a very good friend. I was second officer of the ‘Urontes’ when he and your mother were passengers; you were a passenger, too—a little chap about two years old. I remember you well; used to trot you about on my shoulder. How did they get to St. Thomas’? That is where they came on board. Oh, I remember—in a falucha from Maracaibo; yes, that was it—in a falucha from Maracaibo. I say, wtiat do you think I saw in the night?”—lowering his voice, and look-( ing fearfully round. “Rats! Hundreds!] They ran all over the place, and played at leap-frog on my bed—they did—played at leap-frog on my bed. And I could neither touch them nor call out. My arms were fastened to my sides, and my tongue refused to move. And what do you think? But don’t tell anybody. A great yellow one—twice as big as any of the others—a great yellow one. with black whiskers, and will's; teeth, and fierce redeyes, came ami sat i>n my chest and spat at me. It gave me the fever, curse it! Get dogs and cats; set traps; lay poison. Kill it! kill It! Kill that cqrsed yellow rat, or you will all die. A little more of that enu-dc-Coloijne, please; on my eyeballs this time. Thanks. And now I will drink again. This thirst is terrible. 1 am very ill, Erie.” I remained with him an hour or more, laving his head with cau-ilc-ColO'jne and giving him some drink, and then, leaving him wit h his boy for awhile, 1 wont outside to get a breath of fresh air, the cabin being both close and hot. Bucklow was still on deck. “How long will he last, do you think?” he asked. “Perhaps until to-morrow,” T answered, gloomily. “They have all gone on the second day, or sooner, so far; and Peyton has it very badly. I am afraid be will be wildly delirious. Somebody should be with him continually.” "You have left thelxo , I suppose?" "Yes; and i shall go back in a few min-

utes.”

"How long will this last, I wonder? It’s belli I'll tell you what, Erie. I have a great mind to cast that cursed brig off on my own authority. \Vc have had no hick since we saw her. I am in command now. Do you think I might?” “Certainly. Cast her off, by all means, and let ns make all the haste we can for Montevideo, while there’s somebody to navigate and sail the ship; and if—” “Rats! Rats! Rats! There’s that great yellow one with the red eyes! I'll catch him. if I die for it! Ah! he is making for the ‘Lady Jane,’ is he—!” “My God! what Is that?” exclaimed Bucklow, ns we both turned from the taffrail, over which we had been leaning. It was the captain running across the deck in his shirt, and at the same instant, and before either of us could raise a hand to stop him, he sprung on the bulwark and Jumped into the sen. The mate, with ready presence of mind, threw a buoy after him, at the same time ordering the ship to be brought to and a boat to be lowered. Mv first impulse was to follow Pevton and try to save him. “Don’t!” said Bucklow. laying his hand on my shoulder. “He can swim better ' than yon can. And. see. it would be cer-

• refincofl 1 • ‘ twenty-five Ye( the tefn rionth >f

virulence of the plague did not abate. It I The captain was swimming with powerseemed as if we should all perish, and I do f n l strokes toward the “Lady Jane ” in not think there were more than two men | the wry midst of a shoal of sharks They aboard who believed they would escape. j were all round him, and even before he These two were Bolaorer nnd myself. I ( reached the brig one of the creatures turnhad gone so much among the sick, expos- ed on Its back for the fatal bite. An agoing myself continually to the risk of cun-' uized scream, n piteous look from a fuvertagton without suffering the least ill ef- stricken face, a swirl of the waters ai the feet, that I began to think my imn,unity wild beasts of the sea fought with each was real, after all. and that I ran no more other for their prey, and all was over.

It seemed too terrible to lie real. My brain was in a whirl: I felt sick and giddy: and had not Bucklow put his arm around me, l should have fallen on the deck. “Don't give way,” hesaid. kindly. “Horrid sight as it was, it is peruaps better so. Poor Peyton has been spared alongagony. It was not three minutes from the time of his jumping overboard to his death. I’d rather die like t hat than as some of our poor fellows have died. Just one crunch, and it’s over. Come! I am going to cast the brig off. 1 cannot bear the sight ot

her.”

“Sink her. and so prevent the disasters that have befallen us from befalling oth-

ers.”

“\Ye cannot. She Is timber laden.” "Bum her, then.” “1 did not think of that. Yes, we will burn her; and those cursed rats with her, if ttiere are any left. Will you come with me? and we will set heron fire, and bring those two fellows off. How they have escaped, Heaven only knows.” “With all my heart." Tlie dingey was lowered at once, and taking with us matches, axes, and a carboy of turpentine, we went on board tlie “Lady Jane.” After opening the ports and hatches to make a good draught, we gathered together ifil the combustible material we could find, and took it to the place where the ship’s stores were kept—cordage, spare sails, tar. and what not—drenched them with turpentine and the contents of a cask of rum (which we found on board), put a second cask in the middle of the pile, fired it in several places, and when it was fairly alight, got into tiie dingey and returned to the "Diana” with Smithcrs and McKean. “dlie is as dry as a bone,” said Bucklow, “and will burn like matchwood.” “Cast her off!” tie cried, as soon as we were on board. “By Jove, look there!” The hawsers were covered with rats trying to escape, and as they reached the guards and could get no further, those behind thrust the foremost into the sea. Even when the hawsers were loosed the rats continued their mad flight, and went on pushing each other to certain destruc-

tion.

In a f ov minutes smoke nnd flame were coming up tlie brig’s hatchways; then the decks took fire; great tongues leaped up and twisted like fiery serpents round the masts, and tlie “Lady Jane” was all ablaze from stem to stern. The timber in the hold also took fire, and when the sea broke in and extinguished it, the loosened logs of wood were floated out of the hull; and as the fever ship disappeared, a loud cheer went up from the survivors of the “Diana’s" crew.

CHAPTER X.—MUTINY. The destruction of the brig lightened every heart on board. Sailors are proverbially superstitious, and the scenes they had witnessed and the anxiety they had endured had made a deep impression on tlie remnant of the “Diana’s” crew, and wound them up to a high pitch of excitement. As our misfortunes had begun with the “Lady Jane,” the poor fellows thought they would end with her. Having, moreover, come to regard Captain Peyton as a Jonah, they looked on his tragic deatli as at once a judgment and an expiation, and made sure that now he was gone the luck would change. Even Bucklow, educated man as he was, could not help sharing in this hallucination; and the alacrity with which he changed the ship’s course, and the energetic and almost cheery manner in which he gave his orders, showed how greatly his mind Vos relieved. “I, too, was glad we had got rid of the brig—like Bucklow, I hated the very sight of her—but I could neither share in tlie general confidence, nor believe that in getting nd of the fever ship we had got rid of the fever. I was too much depressed to be hopeful, and I had read in one of the medical books which formed part of Peyton’s library that a high temperature favored the development of yellow fever: that the most certain cure for it is cold weather. But during the last day or two the temperature had risen and the wind fallen off, and as « e were now making direct for the equator, there was every likelihood of our having it still warmer. The brig, moreover, had done her worst, so to speak; her contiguity ceased to be a danger, and the chief advantage of tier disapp inrance was that it encouraged the men, and enabled us to make better speed: although as our coal was nearly done, Bucklow thought It better to stdp the engine and unship the

screw.

Great gains, so far as they went; but I could not tadievo that they were sufficient to stay the plague. Bucklow was more sanguine and superstitious. "The omens are all good, Erie,” he exclaimed, clapping me on the. back. “There has not been a fresh ease since yesterday, except poor Peyton’s; the wind is freshing —we shall be doing six knots soon i: ibis goes on—and look there! those white-bel-lied devils have left us.” So they had. Not a shark was to bo seen. I confess that at first this rather staggered me; one cannot help believing just a little in omens; and dumb creatures have very subtle instincts—still, how on earth can sharks haw; any ideas about yellow fever* There must be some other cause. “Yes, they are gone, sure enough," I said. “But I am afraid— Don’t you think the burning of the brig has something to do with it* I have heard that sharks are easily scared, and the blazi and the heat, and the fall of burning embers into tlie water, might easily frighten much bolder animals.” “What a croaker you are, Erie! Why cannot you let a fellow cherish a pleasing illusion?—if it be an illusion—and really, you know, I don't think it is. These creatures’ senses are v^ry acute, and it is quite conceivable that their leaving us is a good

sign.”

“I should be glad to think so. Bnt what do you call that?” I asked, pointing to the dorsal fin of a shark which jast then appear ‘d above the water. “Heaven help us! they are coming back! And what n monster! Fiv> - md-thirty feet, if it is an inch! And there is another. How will it all end, Erie?” “That is more than I can say; but I am quite sure that it will end neither better nor worse because those sharks have come back. I suppose it is their nature to follow in a ship’s wake." But Bucklow shook his head; the incident had made a deep impression on him, ami he evidently put more faith in omens than he was willing to admit. For the next two days, however, things did go better with ns; ttiere was no fresh cases, and two sailors who had been taken ill before the enptaln died seemed ns if they might recover. At any rate, it was past tlie third day. and they were still alive, which showed, I thought, that the malady was losing something of its viru-

lence.

But the improvement was short-lived. Tlie breeze did not take us very fur, and

when It fell off the heat liecame Intense, and two patients died, and we had several fresh cases, in several instances men died without being laid up. There was a suppression of some of the secretions, intense pain in tlie limbs lasting for a few hours, and tlie sufferers wore struak down on the deck. It was probably in this way that the poor creatures whose bodies we found on the “Lady June” came by their

end.

Tlie crew, now reduced to less than a score, were sorely discouraged by this change for the worse. Sick of disappointed hope, fliey became desperate and demoralized; the bonds of discipline were loosened, and Bucklow could hardly prevail on them to work the ship. And no wonder. Let the reader imagine, if he can, what his own feelings would be if he were shut up in a house where a deadly and frightfully contagious disease was rife, where people were dying every day, and from winch there was no possibility of escape. “We shall have trouble,” said Bucklow; “the men are In a very evil humor. I doubt if I shall ever get this stiip to Montevideo. However, I will try my best, and more than that can no man do.” He kept the deck almost continually, nnd when he turned in for an hour’s sleep, Bolsover (who now acted as mate) took the command. These two were the only officers left alive, and it was no longer possible to arrange the watches in the regular way. We had to do as well as we could, and I gave all the help in my power, which was not much, I fear, for 1 am no seaman. But I could keep them company, and now and then I took a turn at the wheel, for, short-handed as we were becoming, ability to steer might stand us in good stead. I was getting up one morning rather past my usual time, for 1 bail turned in late the night before, when Bucklow came to me in a state of suppressed excitement. “I want yon on deck.” he said. “There is going to lie a row. The men have got to the spirits, nnd are nearly all drunk and getting obstreperous—won’t obey orders. The wind is freshening, too, and unless we take in sail wo shall be in a mess.” I made haste with my dressing, and followed him on deck forthwith, first putting a revolver in my trousers pocket, by way of being ready for all emergencies. Except the quarter-masL^- at the wheel and a Swede, called Osea., a decent. Godfearing man, all the hands were in the waist of the ship. They had broached a cask of rum, and were nearly all more or less drunk. Bucklow and Bolsover were remonstrating with them, and trying to persuade them to return to their duty and do as they were bid. Tlie answer was a laugh of defiance and a torrent of abuse. “We’ll work no more on this ship,” shouted one fellow. “Let her go to the bottom, and be d d to her.” “Come, come, men, be reasonable,” remonstrated Bucklow. “it is very rough on you, 1 know: it is rough on all of us. But this sort of thing will do no good. The more you drink, the more likely you are to die.” “That’s what we want. We want to die,” hiccoughed a sailor, tilling himself a glass of rum. “ What’s the use of living? Tell me that. What’s the use of living un a fever ship like this 'ere? Better die of drink than he killed by Yellow Jack. Here goes”—tossing off theglaas. ”1 swear I’ll never be sober again! I ll die drunk! Hip, hip, hurrah!” “I say, cnp’n—you calls yourself cap’n, don’t you?” said another, coming close up to Bucklow—“you just sheer off and leave us alone, or it’;! b« worse for you. We are tlie masters of this 'ere ship, and we mean to do what we d d like!” The words were hardly out of tlie fellow’s mouth when Bucklow knocked him down, and then, with a gesture of anger and disgust, the mate turned on his heel, which he had no sooner done than one of the cowardly scoundrels, who had crept behind him unperceived, struck him a terrible blow on the head with a Itelaying-pln. But he was quickly avenged. As Bucklow reeled and fell, I drew my revolver and shot his assailant dead. Then, pointing the still smoking weapon at the others, I hade them throw the cask of rum overboard. The death of their comrade had scared, if not sobered them, and I was obeyed on the instant. "Is there any more, Bolsover?” I asked. “Yes, sir; two casks.” “Fetch them here and throw them overboard.” This, too, was done. In the meanwhile Oscar, the Swede, aud one or two of the men who were more sensible than the rest, had raised poor Bucklow up and carried him into the captain’s cabin. He was badly hurt, and quite insensible. After doing all I could for him, bathing and plastering up the wound on his head, and leaving him in charge of ouiiOnly surviv'ng boy, t vvj-nl on deck again, and found that those of the men who were not absolutely drunk and incapable were shortening sail under Holsover’s directions. "Y'ou’ve frightened ’em, sir,” said the boatswain. “The way you shot down that scoundrel Smithers was a caution.” “It was done on tlie impulse of the moment, Bolsover; my revolver seemed to go off by itself,” I returned: for Smithers still lay where he fell, in a pool of blood. The ghastly sight made me feel decidedly uncomfortable; I began to think that I had been too hasty. "And a very good thing, too,” said Bolsover. “Don’t let that trouble you, sir. 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fNo. 2, Ind’p’lis Accommodation 8:42 a.m. • 18, 8. w. Limited 1:52 p.m. ‘ 8, Mail 4:58p.m. ‘ 10, Night Express 2:39 a. in.

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■’ No, 9, Mail 8:42 a. m. <- “ 17, S. W. Limited 12:49 p.m. f “ 3, Terre Haute Accomodation. 7:05 p. ni. ! “ 7, Night Express 12:30 a.m.

Daily, tDaily except Sunday.

VNo. 10 is solid vestibuled train Cincinnati with sleepers for New York via Cleveland and connects through to Columbus, O. No. 2 connects through to New York, Boston and Benton Harbor, Mich. No. 18 is solid train to Butt'alo with sleeper for New York via N. Y. C. R. R., and sleeper for Washington, D.C. via C. & O. R. R., connection for Columbus, O. No. 8 connects through to Wabash and Union City; No. 7. 9 and 17 with diverging

lines at St. Louis Union Depot.

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Going North—1:20 a. m., 12:05 p. m.; local, 12:05 p. m. Going South—2:47 a. m., 2:22 p. m.; local, 1:45 p. m. J. A. MICHAEL, Agent.

VANDALIA LINE. In effect Nov. 5, 1893. Trains leave Greencastle, Ind., FOR THE WEST. No. 21, Daily 1:52 p. in., for St. Louis. “ 1, Daily 12:53 p.m., “ “ “ 7, Daily 12:25 a.m., ‘‘ “ " 5, Ex. Sun 8:56 a. in., 44 “ 44 8, Ex. Sun 5:28 p. m., “ Terre Haute. Trains leave Terre Haute, No. 75, Ex. Sun 7:05 a. m., 44 Peoria. 44 77, Ex. Sun 3:25 p.m., 44 Decatur. FOR THE EAST. No. 20, Daily. 1:52 p. m., for Indianapolis. 44 8, Daily 8:85 p m., 4 4 4 4 44 fi, Daily 8:52 a. m., “ “ 44 12, Daily 2:23 a. in., 44 “ 44 2, Ex. Sun 6:20p.ra., 44 “ “ 4, Ex. Sun 8:34 a. m., “ “ For complete Time Card, giving all trains and stations, and for full information as to rates, through cars, etc., address J S. DOWLING, Agent, Greencastle, Ind. Or J. M. Chrsbrough, Asst. (Jen. Pass. Agt., St. Louis, Mo.

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