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Show A Bluejacket Turned Mule. Admiral Dlcklns during tho sham bombardment of Fort Monroe, smiled ono morning ns a sailor staggered past him with a halo of liny on his back. "Ho makes mo think," said tho nd mlral, "of another sailor, a Drltlsh one, whom I saw ono day nt Gibraltar. "Ho, too, hnd a load of hay nnd wns tolling with It up from tho llttlo flsh Ing villago that lies at tho foot of tho great rock. I talked with him a llttlo whllo, nnd, as wo pnrotd, I said: " 'Who nro you, my man? What Job do you hold hero?' " 'Woll,' tho sailor answered, as ho took up tho hny ngaln, 'I used to consider con-sider myself a British bluejacket, but I'm dashed It I don't bugin to think I'm a commissary mulo.' "Now York Tlmos. |