There was another row at once, and again the blackguards got a good thrashing. They were put to the most menial work, were made to wait on the others, and do all the dirty work about the decks; in fact, their lives were made a misery to them from morning till night. Hardly a day passed that one or other of the scoundrels did not get a licking. They had a taste of the misery they had caused many another man, and, as the captain had prophesied, they had time to repent of their misdeeds. When the _Jeremiah Crawford_ arrived at San Francisco the pilot informed them that two British ships had just gone to the anchorage, adding that he noticed they were from Newcastle. This was good news to all but Sullivan and his crimps. As they moved up the harbour to their anchorage they passed close to the _Commonwealth_. On board her were some of the _Jeremiah Crawford’s_ crew, and as they passed, one of the sailors called out, “We have Sullivan on board!” After the sails were unbent, all the running-gear triced up, and the decks washed down, the crew were dismissed. “Pay off to-morrow,” said the mate. “Aye, aye!” answered the crew. All hands went on shore, and Sullivan was forced, much against his will, to go with them. On the wharf where they landed stood the six American sailors whom Sullivan and his mates had “shanghaied” from Newcastle! Let us mercifully draw a veil over the crimp’s final punishment. Neither of the three blackguards turned up when the crew were paid off; no questions were asked, and no explanations given. But two years afterwards Sullivan appeared again at New South Wales--not the unscrupulous bully and braggart, but a broken, decrepit old man. [Illustration: Mountain Tragedies of the Lake District.] BY A MEMBER OF THE ALPINE CLUB. A contribution appealing to climbers and non-climbers alike. Although the writer prefers to remain anonymous, he is a well-known mountaineer. In this article he gives an authoritative and most interesting account of the various climbing fatalities which have occurred in the English Lake District, pointing out exactly how each disaster occurred. Photographs by G. P. Abraham, Keswick. In these days of hurry-scurry mountaineering, when the words of the wise are on every climber’s tongue and the intention to obey them in few men’s minds, a great deal is written concerning the perils of the mountains. The object of the greater part of these writings has been to elaborate in detail the various phases of mountaineering dangers and how to obviate them: in other words, how best to avoid accidents. [Illustration: MICKLEDORE RIDGE AND THE BROAD STAND--THE CIRCLE MARKS THE SPOT FROM WHICH MR. HAARBLEICHER FELL AND THE CROSS THE POINT WHERE MR. PETTY LOST HIS BALANCE. _From a Photograph._]