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3. CHAPTER III.—The Pirut Folled.

Sixteen long and weary years has elapst since the
seens narrated in the last chapter took place. A
noble ship, the Sary June, is a sailin from France to
Ameriky via the Wabash Canal. A pirut ship is in
hot pursoot of the Sary. The pirut capting isn't a
man of much principle and intends to kill all the
people on bored the Sary and confiscate the wallerbles.
The capting of the S. J. is on the pint of

givin in, when a fine lookin feller in russet boots and
a buffalo overcoat rushes forored and obsarves:

“Old man! go down stairs! Retire to the starbud
bulk-hed! I'll take charge of this Bote!”

“Owdashus cuss!” yelled the capting, “away
with thee or I shall do mur-rer-der-r-r!”

“Skurcely,” obsarved the stranger, and he drew
a diamond-hilted fish-knife and cut orf the capting's
hed. He expired shortly, his last words bein, “we
are governed too much.”

“People!” sed the stranger, “I'm the Juke
d'Moses!”

“Old hoss!” sed a passenger, “methinks thou
art blowin!” whareupon the Juke cut orf his hed
also.

“Oh that I should live to see myself a ded
body!” screamed the unfortnit man. “But don't
print any verses about my deth in the newspapers,
for if you do I'll haunt ye!”

“People!” sed the Juke, “I alone can save you
from yon bloody pirut! Ho! a peck of oats!”
The oats was brought, and the Juke, boldly mountin

the jibpoop, throwed them onto the towpath. The
pirut rapidly approached, chucklin with fiendish delight
at the idee of increasin his ill-gotten gains.
But the leadin hoss of the pirut ship stopt suddent
on comin to the oats, and commenst for to devour
them. In vain the piruts swore and throwd stones
and bottles at the hoss—he wouldn't budge a
inch. Meanwhile the Sary Jane, her hosses on the
full jump, was fast leavin the pirut ship!

“Onct agin do I escape deth!” sed the Juke between
his clencht teeth, still on the jibpoop.