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The Tichborne Claimant.

;a queer story,

Apropos of the news recently received^ .that some £150,000 has been subscribed to enable " the claimant" tore-open his case, the following' sailor's yarn purporting to havo been told to the "World" newspaper"will be of interest. FALLING-IN WITH THE REAL SIR ROGER.

It was in the fifties my yarn begins. Arter a two year cruise I found a port in the Southern Seas, where there ain't <no spring, nor winter, nov fall, nqthin' but summer all th,o time, an' cocoanut trees, and fcSouth Sea kings. Well, ez I was, alaying in port, lookin' about, for a chance to ship, along cums the. schooner .Bella Ruffin, Cap'en Keith, bound from Tahiti fora cargo.of beachly marr. "Do you ; want a berth, my man 1"■ ■ sez Capen Keith. "I do," sez I, an' that night we r#n out of ; the harbor on a fair wind an' a' 1 free sheet. Two days afterward we -picked up a lifeboat with six men a-layin' in the bottom of it as, stiff as pickled herrins. W;e hadn't any shot to sink 'em with;'and five 1 of em' went to the maneaters that was waitin' about the boat; but the sixth was livin' and we soon brought him to. He was a, handsome young chap about 22 years of age, and he wam't no common 'sailor, but a'gentleman. His name'was Roger Tichborne, an' when I heard the story long afterward I knew that he was the real Sir Hoger as was lost. By-and-by Aye cum to a bit of an island with a little cocoanut patch on it an' ; -lots of beachly marr on, the, shore,; ■ s,q r d,own goes the anchor, an' we stops. Oap'en Keith sent nib'an'a native named Tommy ashore to gather'tlie marr an' get things ready for the gang of natives chat he was goin' back for, and ez Tichborne was too weakly to do much on shipboard he sent him along with us.

HIS DEATH. Wo wus landed, and the Bella Ruffin went to the west'ard. She never cum, baolc What endin' bofell her I never hcerd, an'narv an 1- eye have I clapped on her from that' clay to this. The first day on the island .Tichborne; was took with a spell and grew worse, so we built a hut of pocoanut loayes and put him into it, and took care, of him. as fine aa we knew. But we didn't stay long in the hut. The next night Tommy let off a yell like a fog siren and won't on a rovin' commission with a soldier crab moored to. Ms right leg. Them crabs weigh nigh oil to 141bs, and a couple of 'em are a match for any man. But Tommy cum back, and we put up a platform of cocoanut logs, and built our hub over again a-top of it. Meanwhile Tichborno grew sicker. I was worry much' intimated with him, an.' a finer gentleman there never was. He told me that if he ever could get to China there was all tfjo money l\o wanted .waiting for hipi at Jardine ~i\m] Wad.dington's, bankers, in Hongkong. Then he . used tq talk about his mother, an' about hi« people that Jived in Hampshire, England, which place he said was luvly. He had had many misfortunes, he said, but some day the storm 'd blow, over ; but he didn't live to see it, for he died eighteen j days after we landed, leavin' me a ring an' | a cross with n precious stone in it to take to liia people. ' Tpmniy aii'mcburiecl linn,' as honorable as wo could, ari' he's a layin' j iin the, sand tlioro to-day, At last down ! comep a^Honolulu cutter an 1 takes us off, \ an' we went without much grievin' I can i tell you; . {

AN ENCOUN'TEI!, WITH I'HE CLAIMANT.' ( I. I'JSt tlie ■ jewels, bub I didn't forget young Tichborno ; bo, when I was. in LjyfirpQQl Aye yews ago an thoy pointocl out a big fat man an' told me lie wuz Sir Roger, I told 'em they lied. "Are you Sir Roger Tichborne," scz I, making bold to step up to him. " I am, sir," sez ho ' "and who the devil aro you?," ",'lf you're Sir Roger," 's^a -I,''''qa^i'me \i J \ ain't Lord ' Beaconsiield ?" Then he • shoved mo by an' went into the hall whore he was a lecturin', and I ain't seen him since, neither,

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The Tichborne Claimant., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2423, 7 May 1890

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The Tichborne Claimant. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2423, 7 May 1890

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