. Echoes from the Rocky Mountains : reminiscences and thrilling incidents of the romantic and golden age of the great West, with a graphic account of its discovery, settlement, and grand development . ence, power and choice ofexpression. The first mate was the champion linguist. I learnedmore from him than from all the others. The captain and crew weregenerally proficient, but the mate was a professional. He hadmade the study a specialty. I used to sit all day long within thesound of his musical voice and listen to the black adjectives roll out inrich profusion and quick succession. His voice
. Echoes from the Rocky Mountains : reminiscences and thrilling incidents of the romantic and golden age of the great West, with a graphic account of its discovery, settlement, and grand development . ence, power and choice ofexpression. The first mate was the champion linguist. I learnedmore from him than from all the others. The captain and crew weregenerally proficient, but the mate was a professional. He hadmade the study a specialty. I used to sit all day long within thesound of his musical voice and listen to the black adjectives roll out inrich profusion and quick succession. His voice was, indeed, bothstrong and musical, and would ring out like the clang and hammer ofan alarm bell on the midnight air, or it would strike you in daylight with all the shudderof the electric shock,if your nerves wereparticularly third day uponthe sand-bar it grewso strong and constantthat it became monot-onous, and then it wasa clergyman aboard,going out as a mission-nary to some heathencongregation in themountains, went be-low to consult withthe mate and suggesta suspension in theflow of the liquid vol-ume of his speech. It THE MATE AND THE CLERGYMAN. Was With the (juiet air .■. ECHOES FROM THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. 153 and the ease and dignity of his gentle profession that the clergymanwent below to make the suggestion. There was no halt, however, inthe long roll of black words. The volume was more powerful thanbefore; the object alone was changed. This time it was directedtoward the meek-eyed preacher. How he made his escape I neverknew. He would not tell; in fact, he would not even talk about he came back, however, his hat and gold-bowed spectacleswere gone; likewise a wig with which he previously adorned his a part of the vernacular, to which I referred above, that matehad snatched him bald! I never heard of him again attemptingmissionary work on a Missouri steamboat. The scene put me in mind of the story of the Baptist elder, andthe swearing capt
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