THE TRIALS OF AN AMATEUR SHIPPING MASTER. - One of our vessel owners had a little experience Saturday night of the difficulty of getting sailors when the Fourth is so near at hand. The vessel was loaded, but wanted three men to complete the crew, for whom both mates had scoured the streets and boarding houses for hours without avail.
The owner thought the mates had not looked very sharp, and in fact had rather lie over Sunday than not, so he started out, confident that he could find men, and he did, at the Opera, where, after treating two toilers of the deep to wines and cigars they all wanted, shipped them and started after their "dunnage" which was across the river.
Sculling the two seamen over the river and landing them at the foot of East Cayuga street, he quietly awaited the return of the tars, which was not long, for they soon hove in sight with a third party, carrying a trunk and bag. Telling the new recruit to get into the boat and await their return, they started again for their clothes, but this time, failed to return.
The owner and the new man waited patiently for an hour, and in course of conversation it leaked out that the new man was a greenhorn and had loaned one of the parties a dollar supposing him to be the mate. Greeney said he told the "mate" that he was no sailor, but the mate said it would be all right, as he would put him in his watch and make his work light.
When the owner returned to the vessel with the "ordinary," he concluded that he had enough of shipping sailors, and returned to his home disgusted, tired and out three or four dollars. He will ship no more men.