AN UGLY STORY.

South Canterbury Times, Issue 2750, 16 January 1882, Page 2

AN UGLY STORY.

A little bird from over the sea whispers unto mo about the gallantry of some Wellington bloods upon the spree. The boat had left the shore, and their bark was on the sea, but, like the brave Tom Moore, they had drank a double health to thee. The personal pronoun, plural number, objective case, being represented by their noble selves. Well, coming down to bard facts, the tale, as the little bird whispers, is this: . That some of our gallant cricketers on board a fast and favorite Black Diamond liner, finding themselves without bunks wherein to rest their noble. carcases, went about like lions on the war trail seeking whom they might devour, and finding no male foeman worthy of their steel, they bethought themselves to beguile some of the weaker sex. There is on board the fast and. favorite steamer to which I now refer, a ladies’ oabin, snug and cozy, but, on this occasion, full to extreme capacity of fair womanhood. These the gallant cricketing freebooters- beguiled on ‘ some foolishness from their privacy, and no sooner had they gone on deck to gaze on the stellar beauties of the Southern Cross, or to listen to the [ravishing strains of a much-strained, concertina, than those gay and festive cusses jumped the claim, barred 1 the door, and, oblivious of the surrounding evidences of occupancy, turned in all standing,' pipes alight and grog in reserve. It, so the bird says, took the united efforts of the captain, the engineer, the stewardess, and the ship carpenter to dislodge them ; ,and when at fast they were bundled out, neck and crop, they were not the least ashamed. Of course, coming from Wellington, why should they?—" Asmodeus V in the “N,Z. Mail."