T. S. Denison, Publisher, Chicago Ill.
THE REMARKABLE ADVENTURE OF A JOLLY OLD SALT AND AN INQUISITIVE KANGAROO.
NOT THAT KIND OF A RUDDER.
Although a sailor can "jockey" a yard-arm gracefully, he is anything but impressive in that sense on horseback. Yet one of the first things that a man-o'-war Jack steers for when he gets on shore with liberty-money in his pocket is a livery-stable, where he can mount the hurricane deck of an animal.
During the time that one of our vessels was at anchor off Newport liberty was given, and two of the seamen agreed to spend their limited amount of money on horse-flesh. One of them negotiated with the liveryman, and soon appeared on the street perched in the saddle. When out of sight of the stable-keeper, Jack's companion hove alongside and mounted behind his mate. In this fashion they sailed down Main Street until the square was reached where Commodore Perry's statue is placed.
"I say, Bill," cried the sailor in the saddle, "put your helm aport, and let's go up and have a look at the stattoo."