Taylor was called "Old Rough and Ready," while General Scott was called "Old Fuss and Feathers." That tells the whole story. One fought off hand. The other was forever getting ready to fight.

TRAGEDY ON SHIPBOARD.

One of the passengers who was disputing with Capt. Brainard claimed to have been in Mexico with General Scott, and extolled his General. "What did he do?" asked the captain. "He took a 'hasty plate of soup,' didn't he?" "He commanded and I fought," said the volunteer. "You fought, did you? What did you fight-the commissary?" "I was in many battles," said the volunteer. "Oh, yes; in the canteen, I suppose," said the captain. "Look here, my brave soldier, while your friend General Scott can dispatch a 'hasty plate of soup,' my friend General Taylor can dispatch the enemy-horse, foot and dragoons."

After this sally there was silence for a spell. Then they began again in a maudlin way. All at once Capt. Brainard cried out, "You have cut me! you have cut me! Help! help!" I jumped out of my berth and ran out on deck, where I found Capt. Brainard lying across the top of the booby hatch with the blood flowing from his throat, while the other man stood coolly by silently looking on. I ran back into the cabin and gave the alarm. All the passengers arose from their berths, the captain was called from the lower cabin, and the wounded captain was taken into the cabin and laid upon the table. An examination showed that his throat was cut from ear to ear. The captain ordered the quarter boat lowered and manned. The mate was ordered to go ashore at once and get the sheriff and the doctor. The captain requested me to go with the mate, which I did. We went ashore while Doctor Doriot, one of the passengers, put bandages around the neck of the wounded man.

As we

When we arrived ashore it was twelve o'clock. walked up the broad street we saw a light in one house only. We went up to it and found that it was the hotel. The mate told the man in attendance what had occurred on board of

our ship, and said that he wanted to get the sheriff and a doctor. The man directed us, and the mate told me to go for the doctor while he went for the sheriff, and we would meet at the boat at the landing. I went, accompanied by one of the sailors, and aroused the doctor, told him what had taken place, and begged his attendance. He at once prepared himself, took his satchel, and accompanied us to the boat. When we arrived at the landing we found the mate, the sheriff and his deputy already there. We shoved off at once and hurried to the ship.

When the doctor took the bandages off the patient's neck and examined him, he declared that it was a most miraculous escape from instant death. He said if the wound had been inflicted upon any other person then present-and he looked around him--it would have severed his jugular vein and he would have at once bled to death. He then opened his satchel, took out from it his paraphernalia and sewed up and dressed the wound. He ordered the patient to be taken ashore at once.

A tackle was rigged and an arm-chair was slung, and the wounded man was gently lowered into the boat and stretched out in the stern sheets. In this way he was taken ashore, and, attended by the doctor, carried to the hotel. The other quarter boat was now lowered into the water and the sheriff and his deputy took the culprit in charge and were rowed ashore.

The pilot went ashore with his wounded friend and saw that he was comfortably placed in bed in the hotel, and left him in charge of the doctor. The pilot persuaded Capt. Brainard to allow his son to take his place on board the ship and take charge of his papers, and when the pilot returned from Cape Henlopen he would bring back the father's trunks with the exception of such articles of wearing apparel as the son could use on the voyage out. All this being arranged satisfactorily the pilot returned to the ship and explained to Capt. Blanchard what had been done, and he seemed to acquiesce. The mate told the captain that the sheriff had notified him to come on shore in the morning with all those

persons that were cognizant of what had taken place on board the ship. The pilot interposed, and advised the captain that, it being three o'clock in the morning and the wind having sprung up light in the northwest, that the best thing to be done was to up anchor and get immediately under way, before any legal papers could be served on the people on board. The reasoning of the pilot was so cogent that he consented that the pilot should at once get the ship under way and proceed down the bay.

When the mate explained to the passengers the threatened. legal detention, every one, even the Frenchmen, took right hold and helped to heave up the anchor, and pulled and hauled until the ship was under way and scooting down the bay under a freshening breeze.

By six o'clock in the morning we were quite a distance down the bay. The wind being fair, the mate ordered the topmast studdingsails to be bent and sent out. Next the topgallant studdingsails were set, and the ship was making eight knots an hour.

During the forenoon every time that we saw a fast sailing schooner overtaking us, we thought she had the sheriff on board to intercept us. Our fears were groundless, as many fast sailers passed us without taking any notice of us. By dinner time the passengers who had been apprehensive of being detained regained their equanimity and ate their dinner with a relish. The northwester was now growing strong. The studdingsails were taken in, and the white caps on the bay began to give us a premonition of what we might expect when we got outside. By five P. M. we were abreast of Cape Henlopen breakwater, heading for sea. At half-past five the pilot boat came up under our starboard quarter and launched her dingey.

The captain took charge of the ship and ordered the courses to be hauled up and brought the ship to the wind. The mainyards were hove back and the little dingey bobbed up under our lea. The captain ordered the steward to toss a big chunk of beef into the dingey. The captain and the pilot descended into the lower cabin, presumably to take an

observation through the bottom of a glass. They returned on deck wiping the moisture from their lips. The pilot spoke a few words to the son of Capt. Brainard, shook hands with the captain, wished him a safe and pleasant voyage, and descended to the dingey, shoved off, and was quickly rowed to the pilot boat.

As soon as the pilot left the captain ordered the helm to be put hard up, and the mainyards to be swung round. The ship was soon on her course and all sails were set. It was now 6:30 P. M. and we were now on the broad Atlantic, with the prospect of sailing many thousands of miles, and passing through many vicissitudes before we could set our feet on "terra firma" again.

could be ascertained by the distance run and the course that was steered. This is called dead-reckoning. The anchor chains were now unshackled and the plugs driven into the hawse holes. The headboards were taken in and the decks were cleared up. The breeze was freshening. The three royals were taken in and the mainsail was hauled up and furled. Our course was south-east, and the sea began to rise, making the ship roll just as easy as an old fashioned cradle.

At half-past seven o'clock the mate called all the sailors. to the waist of the ship and ranged them in line so as to choose the watches. The first mate chose the first man, and that happened to be the man that was at that moment at the wheel. The second mate, whose name was Bryson, chose

the second man, so alternating until the twelve men were selected-six men in each watch-the first mate having the larboard watch and the second mate the starboard, or what is called the captain's watch. At eight bells, that was eight o'clock, the log was thrown (which is a measuring line divided into knots which mark a nautical mile to each knot), and it marked nine knots-or nine nautical miles per hour. The ship was now at her best speed, as she had a fair wind, and besides, all that she wanted. The second mate had the first watch of four hours duration, terminating at twelve o'clock, midnight; or, as it is called at sea, eight bells.

Now commenced the sea mode of marking time. At halfpast eight o'clock the man at the wheel struck one stroke on a small bell that was suspended upon a brass bell gallows, over the binnacle, where the compass is placed to guide the helmsman to steer the ship on her course. When the small bell sounded the stroke one, the man forward on the lookout ran to a much larger or what is called the ship's bell and responded by striking one stroke. So it continued to strike at the expiration of every half hour until the end of the watch, or twelve o'clock, which was eight bells. Then the other watch was called on deck and the watch that had already served four hours went below to sleep four hours. At half-past twelve the bell was struck one stroke, as at halfpast eight, and each half hour was added one stroke until the end of the watch of four hours. In order to alternate the watches so that one watch shall not serve at the same period every night and day, one four-hour watch, that from 4 P. M. to 8 P. M., is divided into two watches, called the dog watches. This causes the watch that serves from 8 P. M. till 12, midnight, one night, to serve from 12, midnight, until 4 A. M. the next morning, so alternating unceasingly to the end of the voyage.

The first night at sea was a novelty to many of the passengers on board, and as the wind was fair northwest, the sky clear, and the air mild, many of them stayed up late. Mr. Bryson, the second mate, who had charge of the watch, told me that he was a native Philadelphian and had sailed