The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1874-01-20
gSxHE snIBuHE.
srgaNrBoiT RACE ON TEE MEssIk.
SFPPE
~ MARX TWAIN AND CHARLES DUDLEY
WARNER.

At night the boat forged on thro the
deep soIitudes of the river, hardly ever
discovering the right to testify to hui
man presence-mile after mile and league
after league the vast bends were guarded
by unbroken walls of forest that had
never been disturbed by the voice or foot
fell of man, or felt the edge Of his sacri-
begsous aye.
An hour after supper the moon came
I'D. and the two boys Clay and Washing
ton assembled to the hurricane deck to
revel again in their new realm OF en-
chantn.ent. They ran races up and down
the deck; climbed about the bell; made
friends with the passenger-dogs chained
under the life-boats; tried to make
friends with passenger-bear fastened to
the verge staff, but were not encouraged;
s'slinned the cat on the hog-chain; In
a word, exhausted the amusement posi-
biIi;ieS Of the deck. Then they locked
NistfuIy up at the pile, house. and IL
pally, little by little. Clay ventuled up
there, followed efficiently BY Washing
ton. The pilot turned presently to "get
his stern Marks" saw the lads, and in
vited them in. This cosy little house,
built entirely Of glass, and commanding
marvellous prospect in every direction,
was a tnagician's throne to them, and
their enjoyment of the place was simply
boaudless.
They sat them down on high bench
axd looked miles ahead, and saw the
wooded capes fold back and reveal the
bends beyond and they looked miles to
the rear and saw the siIvery highway d.
minish its breadth by degrees and close
its self together in the distance. Pres
emily the pilot said ::
by George, yonder comes the Amar-
anth -
A spark appeared close to the water,
several miles down the river. The piton
toos bis glass and looked at it steadily
for moment, and said, chiefly to him
self:
1T can't be the Blue Wing. She
couldn catch Us up in that way. It's
the Amaranth, sure.
He bent over a speaking tube and said:
Who's on the watch down there p
A hollow, inhuman voice rumbled up
through the tube in answer:
Il am. Second engineer"
Good you want to stir your stumps
now Harry-the Armar@ath' 5 justturned
the point-ana shee humping herself,
tool
Tho pilot took hold of rope that
stretched out forward, jerked it twice and
two mellow strokes Of the big bell re.
sponded a voice out on deck shouted
''S,ard by, down there, with that lar.
beard lead -
mo, don't want the lead" said the
pilot. Il want you. Roust out the old
man-teil him the Amaranth's coming.
And go and call Jim-teil bim."
Aye. aye, sir -
The ''old man. was the captain-he is
always called SO on steam boats and ships;
jim was the other pilot. Within two
minutes both of the men were flying ur
the pilot-houae stairway, three steps at 6
Jump. Jim vas in lis shirt sleeves, with
his coat aud vest on his arm. He said
Il was just turning in. Where the
giass?'
lie took it and looked
Don't appear to be any nigh, haNh
on the iackstaf-its the Amarau,h, dead
sure"
The captaia took long lock, and OIL,
said
''Damnation
George PAWS, the pilot On watch,
Shouted to the night wa;ehna:; OF deck
How she loaded?''
Two inches By the head, sir.
faint enough J.
The captain shouted now;
Call the mate. Tell him to call al
the hands and get lot O! that sugar fer
rard-put her ten inches by the head
Lively. row !"
Aye sye, SIR
\ rot of shouting and ira mpling foat
ed up from below, presently, and the VI
easy steering of the beat soon Shove
that she was getting down by the head
The three men In the pilot hous
began to talk in short, sharp sentences
low and earnestly. As their excitemer
rose, their voices went down. As Ia;
as one of them put down the spy-gla,
another took it up; but always with
studied air Of calmness. Each tim tt
verde was: