The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1900-08-16
Cruise Of the White Dove !
BY Charles MORGAN Harger.
yHToNDER and delight thrilled the

cldln. OF udyS, dlILiOSt 1ol NSehS, |
the slow approach of the laborers had |
been watched. First, just above the |
horizon, then creeping across the level
piain--it seemed that they would never
come.
Rob, Tad and roly-poly Link stood in
line. gazing curiously as the wielders
of pick and shovel crossed the boundary
of the farm.
"Want ride, bubs?" called one of
the men, motioning toward the fiat
push car standing on the newly Laid
track.
''Course we do" and the three boys
soon sat on the long car, their six bare
brown legs hanging off, while the men
trundled them along the track toward
the piles of rails and ties.
That was the beginning. The men
stayed for long time on the Mangold
claim. for there were along the creek
bluffs and hills to work through. The
boys fairly lived beside the track and
pushed the now little used flatcar back
and forth, enjoying the novel play
thing.
"Wish we had an engine" remarked
Tad one summer day, gazing away to
the north; cts such hard work push
ing"
There were no grades on the line
from the bluffs northward, and the
boys richly earned all the rides they
secured.
Rob, wide-hatted and brown checked
lad of IA. had an idea. Perhaps it came
because of seafaring ancestors back in
Maine, the family's native state.
81 know" he exclaimed; "let's put
up a sail"
A shout arose from the trio, and
council was held as they sat on the
edge of the battered car platform.
''What can we make it of, and where
can we get it?" asked Tad, rather in
definitely.
Rob thought a minute. Then he
whispered something to the others,
and series of chuckles and leg-slap-
pings followed. The three hurried
through the prairie grass homeward.
Father had gone to the county seat
town 20 miles away; mother was pa
tient!y finishing the weeks ironing in
the summer kitchen.
Cautiously Rob led the way to the
little implanted granary where were
kept the implements and tools be-
longing to the farm. Over the plows
and binders he crawled until he came
to a pile of brown sacks-long, close
woven and soiled. When the sheep were
sheared in the spring the fieeces were
packed in such receptacles, tramped
down by Rob's bare feet A few Of the
sacks had been left and were tossed
on the granary floor, forming one OF
the favorite resting places of the three
boys.
Just the thing" declared Rob-
holding one high in the air, and when
Tad had joined him they quickly ripped
the stitching and had before them sew
eral large squares of bagging.
"Now for a mast" Nothing is quite
so scarce on the prairie claim. long
miles from a lumber lard, as a stick OF
timber. But the granary itself was a
resource. Climbing among the rafterc
Rob found long narrow board which
he thought would do and could be
spared. Down it came gathering to the
floor.
Days of labor followed before the sal
was completed. With a picture from {
magazine as a guide. with some core
and wire for fastenings. Rob measured
and sewed. and dreamed of the sea. al
most making himself believe that hi
was to guide an obedient sloop owe,
blue waters.
When it was ready he lifted the ode
apparatus against the granary wall
There were three timbers-the up
right mast and the cross-pieces hold
ing the big and nearly square sail.
'We'll call it the White Dove" an
nounced Rob.
''But it amt white" protested Tad.
''Never mind-that was the nam
of grandpa's boat, and he sailed to tn
Newfoundland banks in it,
So the "White Dove" it was. Mex
was to come the launching.
The hills and a curve in the rail
road made opportunity for the younI
navigators. One day, when fathe
was again in town, they toiled towar
the track-Rob burdened with the sal
rolled tight and Tad laboriously drag
ging the timbers.
Up and down the track they locke
to the southwest it wounu into tn
bluffs where the men were making TIL
dirt fly; to the north it stretche
straight away until it was lost in tn
shimmering haze of the horizon.
Quick Tad, bring it on" wer
Capt Robs orders, and the equipmer
of the land sloop began. The tas
was more difficult than they ha
thought. but patiently they lahore
and contrived, all the time forgetf,
of their surroundings or of DANCE
of being discovered.
Little Link had been left behin'
Big tears made white paths throug
the dirt on his round cheeks, but
was loyal to the adventures, WI
had told him that he would be in tt
way at the launching but might e
some other time. He crawled amor
the plows and binders to the remail
der of the pile of sacks and sobbC
himself to sleep.