The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-07-18
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Picking up my engineer, replied
the captain as he steamed right across
the others bows aud nearly ran down
sailing barge, the skipper of which,
Salvation Army man, was nobly fight
ing with his feelings.
"Why don't you stop?" he yelled.
Cos l can't, walled the skipper
of the Bulldog as he threaded his way
between huge steamer and schooner,
who, in avoiding him, were getting up
a little collision on their own account
"Ahoy, Bulldog, ahoyr' called the
mate. "Stand by to pick us upl We've
got him. ?"
The skipper smiled in an agonized
fashion as he shot past, hotly pursued
by his boat The feeling on board of the
other craft as they got out Of the way of
the Bulldog and nearly ran down her
boat, and then in avoiding that nearly
ran down something else, cannot be put
into plain English, but several captains
ventured into the domains of the orna-
mental with marked success.
"Shut off steamp' yelled the engineer
as the Bulldog went by again. DRAW
the fires then"
sWho's going to steer while 1 do it?"
beloved the skipper as he left the
wheel for a few seconds to try to get a
line to throw to them.
By this time the commotion in the
river was frightful, and the captains
steering as he went on his round again
something marvellous to behold A
strange lack of sympathy on the part
of brother captains added to his trou-
bles Every craft he passed had some-
thing to say to him, busy as they were,
and the remarks were rs monotonous as
they We're insulting. AT last, just as
hew resolving to run his boat straight
down the river until he came to HAT
for want of steam, the mate caught the
rope he flung, and the Bulldog went
down the river with her boat made fast
to her stern.
Come aboard, you--you lunatic!" he
shouted.
Not afore knows 'ow stand, " said
the engineer, who was now beautifully
sober and in full possession of q some
what acute intellect.
''What do you mem?" demanded the
skipper.
81 don't come aboard, " shouted the
engineer, until you and the mate and
the bye all swear as you won tsay moth
ing about this little game. ~
"I'll report you the moment / get
ashore, " roared the skipper. ''I'll give
you in charge for desertion. PIP
With a supreme gesture the engineer
prepared to dive, but the watchful mate
fell on his neck and tripped him over
q seat.
"Come aboard, cried the skipper,
aghast at such determination Come
aboard, and I'll give you a licking when
we get ashore instead. u
"Honor bright" inquired the engi.
neer.
How bright" chorused the three.
The engineer, with all the honors Of
war, came ON board, and after remark.
ing that he felt chilly bathing on IN
empty stomach went down below and
began to stoke In the course of the
voyage he said it was worth while max.
ing such fool of himself, if only to see
the shippers beautiful steering, warm.
ly asseverating that there was not an
other man on the river that could have
done it, Before this insidious flattery
the shippers wrath melted like snow
before the sun, and by the time they
reached port he would as soon have
thought of hitting his own father as his
smooth tongued ongineer.-W. W.
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