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a& way 328° Cain brig Mass f : DEVOTED..TO COMME VOL. V. NO 19. CLEVELAND, O. MAY 421883. $2.00 PER ANNUM SALE OF THE CUNARD ABYSSINIA, We publish this week a fine picture of the late. Cunard steainer Abyssinia, which has just been purchased by tne Guion Line, and will be put on the regular route be- tween New York and Liverpool. The Abyssinia has always been a favorite vessel in the Cunard Line, and in the busy months of European travel has always been full. She isa superior ship in every respect aud has been a paying one to her late owners, who dispose of her to make room for the new fleet now building for them. We aup- pend a brief sketch of her dimensions: STEAMER south and longitude 90 degrees east, a sea- man fell overboard from the starboard gang: way. ‘The bark was seudding along witha rough sea and moderate wind, but on the alarm of “nan overboard” being given she was rounded to, and the starboard lifeboat was lowered, manned. by the chief officer and four men. A search for the unfortu- nate man was made, but owing to the rough- ness of the’sea he could not be discovered ; but the boat steered to the spot where he Was last seen. Here they found him floating but exhausted, clinging for bare life to the legs and wings of a huge Albatross. ‘Che bird had swooped down on the man while the latter was struggling with the waves SINGLE COPIES 5 CENTS. bird’s feet, the sailor awaited his chance of rescue. Presently he heard his comrades shout from the boat, and ina few minutes more was safe on board the bark, though a great deal shaken and exhausted. HOW A YANKE BRATED SI.-PATRICK’S' DAY. Once upona time says the New York Truth, Captain B.S. Osbon, now the Pacific- ally disposed editor of the Nautical Gazette, commanded a Yankee ship, which lay in Dublin, bay on St. Patrick’s day in the morning. From Dublin town was wafted over the water the martial strains and patri- SHIPPER CELE- was manned again, and the lieutenant, more stiff and starchy than ever, came over the side once more. “I thought I told you to pull down that flag.” “Did you?” “Aye, sir,’ said the lieutenant getting red as a turkey cock. . “Well, I’d like to oblige, but really, now, [ can’t,” said Captain Osbon. | “Well, then I’ll haul it down for you,’’ was the irate reply. eR ““Yubadam!”? answered the captain, im- parting the name of a beautiful village in the Golden State to the Englishman, and adding, “If you do you’! get hurt.” The Abyssinia was built in 1870, by J, & G. Phompcon, on the Clyde, and is 3,376 rose, and 2,159 net tons, and is 363 feet 5 nehes in length, 42 feet 2 inches beam, and 26 feet 5 inches depth of hold, has 500 h. p. engines, and a capacity for 202 cabin pas- sengers, and 1,068 steerage. The new own- ers have taken her lower cabins out of her, including staterooms, with berths number- ing from 99 to 174 inclusive, which space has been converted into freight room, leav- ing 36 staterooms on the main deck. She has made in the Cunard service 99 round voy- ages, crossing the Atlantic 198 times, her average trips both ways being made in nine days and two hours, She was originally sold by the Cunard line to her builders, the Messrs. ‘Thompson, who in turn sold her to W. H. Ross, & Co., of Liverpool, and they in turn selling her tothe Guion Line ata trifling advance in price.— Nautical Gazette, Dec. 1880. — — SAVED BY A SEABIRD. A singular story has been related to us by the master of the bark Gladstone, which ar- UN TTOM T TALI Af it Ann V i GUION STEAMER ABYSSINA. and attempted to peck him with its power- ful beak. ‘T'wice the’bird attacked its prey unsuccessfully, being beaten off by the sailor battling with two enemies—the water and the albatross—both greedy and unsatiable. For the third time the huge white form of the bird hovered over the seaman, prepara- tory toa final swoop. ‘The bird, eager for ‘its meal, fanned its victim with its. wide- spread wings. Suddenly a thought occurred tohim that the huge form so close to his face might become his involuntary rescuer. Quick as thought he reached up and seized the bird, which he proceeded to strangle with all his might. The huge creature strug- gled with wings and paddles to free itself. In the contest the sailor was beaten black and blue and cruelly lacerated, but he held his own, and slowly the bird quivered and died. ‘The careass floated lightly on the waves, its feathers forming a comfortable support for the exhausted man, who had eo narrowly -eseaped a lingering death. But another danger awaited him. Te was not much of aswimmer, and the excitement of the extraordinary conflict began to tell up- on him. He was faint and grew giddy, But rived from London. On the 22 of Jastmonth,} with one arm around the albatross? body, while the vessel was in latitude 42 degrees under the wing, and one hand clutching the otic shouts of the “thrue Oirish lads a-shele- bratin’ the day.’? The captain must have tumbled out of bed in a sympathetic mood that morning, for he rumaged the signal locker until he efound a great big piece of green bunting and then painted on it a most dazzling harp in yellow ochre, after which he ran up his colors apeak and felt much better. It was only a little while after, and betore the yellow harp had dried in the breeze, that a boat fell from the davits of a neigh- boring British man-of-war, and_ steered for the American. ‘The stiff and starchy lien- tenant in her stern sheets was received on board with all due courtesy, and atter a brief interchange of naval conventionalities, said : “fT must request vou to haul down that flag.” “T want to know,’ said the American com- mander. “Aye, sir, you a’ven’t h’any crown h’on it, don’t you know?" “Oh, is that all; we’ll fix that was the captain’s highly satisfactory answer; and the British- er was ushered over the side with all due courtesy. ; The green flag came down, and the cap- tain artistically painted a yellow crown above the harp and hauled her up again. Pretty soon the British man-of-war’s boat “Well, why don’t you have a crown on it?” asked the English tar. “There is one; can’t you see it!’’ said the captain, The lieutenant, by screwing a single eye- glass in his starboard light and_ batter ng down the port one, managed to decry the royalemblem. ‘Well, but that issuch a lit- tle one, compared with the harp,”’ he said. “Just about the proportions of my regards for the crown and the harp the way I feel this morning,” said the captain. The lieu- tenant gave up in disgust. The next morning the Dublin papers de- voted several “sticks’? each to the Yankee skipper, and every boy Mick in Dublin that had enough coin of the realm left to buy a quart of potheen, and charter a gunboat came off to give the Yankee who defied the British navy, a nip of the “raal erathur,” — Joseph Lloyd informed a Times reporter that he would soon lay the keel for a flat- bottom side-wheel steamer for use on the bay and on the rivers, She will be one hundred feet long and will be a model steamer in every respect, and it is expected that she will draw over two feet of water,