The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-09-29
sPooPENDYKE AS A.MARINER.
Drake Travellers Magazine.


Drake Travellers Magazine.
My dear" exclaimed Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. bouncing into his wife's room and
:n:errupting that lady in the purely fem
.inine. enjoyment OF unpacking for the
summer. " My dear, there's no use try
ing TO get along in the country without
a sailboat, and have bought a nice one
Come along, and I'll show you how it
works.
" Amt that nice !" giggled Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, who stood in mortal terror Of the
water, and was afraid of anything shaped
like boat. Are you going to sail it on
the pond 7"
AT first thought Id sail it down cell
hr." growled Mr.. Spoopendyke, but the
landlord was afraid ! might upset the
milk then thought Id try the garnet,
but there's too much wind up there; so
believe I'll stick to the river. Hurry up,
now, and I'll show you the biggest boat
IN thirteen counties"
:. II II is as big rs that it must have cost
good deal" murmured Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, somewhat treasured by the size of
the boat. II am very glad you got
Large boat, though, of course, the ex-
pense-"
What dye think I've been buying 2"
demanded Mr.. Spoopendyke. with a
flushed face E" got some kind of notion
that I've invested my wealth in salt
marsh with telegraph poles for masts.
haven, ye! Think I've been laying out
money in a town site, don't >e: Well, |
haven't, and | haven't been buying a
rural district with rudder TO it, Its a
boat, tell ye sailboat -and it won't
come up here to make formal call so
hyoure going to see it you want to go
where il is. Coming" and Mr.. Spoop-
endyke pegged off with his hat pulled
down over his ears and the expression OF
veteran tar on his visage.
"Nes. dear" replied Mrs Spoopendyke.
fuuelng after him. Say, dear. I'll
stand on the shore and watch you sail
the thing"
You won't do anything of The kind. =
rctorted Mr.. Spoopendyke. - bought
that boa, for your pleasure as much as
mine and you're going to sail in it. When
want you to stand on the shore and
watch anything. I'll hire man to dro~ n
himself. Now look at that boat. Isn't
she daisy? See how she sets on the
water
What are all those clothes lines hang
M down from that stick forI" asked
Mrs Spoopendyke, surveying the yacht
CRITICALLY.
To play copenhagen WITH" roafed
Mr. Spoopendyke, who was not at all
anxious TO be examined on the technical
points Of his new acquisition. "You take
hold OF those ropes, and slap your
hands, and then We kiss. See into it
now! Does the art Of navigation begin
10 appeal to your understanding Now,
you get in and l'il make SAIL and Mr..
3poopendyke handed his wife into the
cockpit and began to tug away at his
halyaIds.
why didn't you have a sail made
when the boat was built!" inquired Mrs.
SPooPendyke, by way of encouraging her
husbands labors with pleasant converse
ton.
Because the man was SICK" snarled
MIR. Spoopendyke, glancing at the head
OF the mast 10 see what was wrong.
Come up here, will YEP" he grunted.
As he grabbed the halyards again.
There, dod gas, ye! knew Id fetch
ye." aud he walked aft to examine the
trim OF his mainsail. How does tina,
set ~
/, seems to be a little full in the back
breadth. commented Mrs. Spoopendyke
holding on to the coaming with both
hands. IF you cut a gore near that top
stick it would be straighter.'
Z" suppose So" mattered Mr.. Spoop-
endyke. giving another haul at his peak
halyaTds. "if put hustle on ii inn
agine it would take the wrinkles out.
Now, I'll get up that jib, and mind, don't
you touch anything"
Mr.. Spoopendyke set his lib and pushed
of. As his sail filled the boat heeled
over, to the manifest CONSERVATION of
Mrs. Spoopendyke.
"What makes the thing tip so p she
asked, scrambling up to windward, and
grasping Mr.. Spoopendyke by the col
Jar.
"Let down the centre-board r. yelled
Mr.. Spoopendyke, suddenly remembering
the instructions he had received when he
bought the boat. Let 60 that centre
board, quickr'
al haven't got it!' squealed Mrs.
Spoopendyke. !. haven't seen it! We
must have left il ashore! Oh. myr The
last exclamation vas addressed to halt
hundred weight of water stopping over
the lee-coaming.
Haul away on the jib-sheet - reared
Mr.. Spoopendyke, who found he was GO
ing ashore on the other bank Of the river.
Pull her in as quick As ye cant Let 90
Of that" he continued, Is he saw his wife
clutching convs.sively At the peak hal
yard cleat. Let so the measly thing,
win ye, and haul the jib-sheetr'
" Is this il p gasped Mrs. Spoopendyke,
casting the throat halyard loose, "or