The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1902-07-04
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rollers of the Farallones. She had
truRdled down the coast from Coos bay.
and now. in dense white fog. she was
waiting for the weather TO clear enough
10 show the heads.
We're pretty well out" said Captain
Twizzle. but it's better to be way out
than way in"
Strikes me-" said his mate. that we
are a leetle too far out. Some blamed
liner 'ull poke ner nose in here and scoH
Us"
Nonsense" responded the skipper.
sharply, If I can't get in. there's not .
man on the Pacific that can
4 dunno continued the mate, like
as not the Emperor VIII slosh through
She's due. And Capn Van oHnda. since
he got his bis ship, ANT paying much
attention TO weather. And he is good
man"
Captain Twizzle pulled out his chest
under the blue jacket, believed with fog
! and shifted. "Ch. yes; he's a good man
! But let me tell you. young fellow. that
don't reckon Van Olinda's any smarter
than I am"
The mate pondered sluggishly. His eff
fort 10 think was agreeably put an end
{ 10, and he pulled the whistle rope. \
Eoarse booming BELOW rose into The air.
and the fog seemed fairly 70 eurdie. 7
[ take II there's a craft OF there TO wind
I ward, he suggested.
~An right. all right" said his supe-
rior, grunly, 4 guess that whistle VIII
let en- know were around.
I reckon II WILL said the other;
what in blazes did you put a big trum
/ pet Ike that on this dinky boat for?
/ It's saeramentaIly che meant sacrilegi-
| oUsly) indecent"
Reasons plenty" returned Twizzle.
Now. I'd like you 10 recognize that
when I do things there's reason behind
( en-. Van Olinda. if he Is master OF
1 tig steam piunser, isn't always able 70
give a good and sufficient reason for
/ what he does. I've taught him things
myself"
/ The mate sided over respectfully. To
/ hear Cap'n Twizzle of the Prudsey Daw-
/ son speak Familiarity. nay, contemptuous-
/ ". OF Captain Van Olinda, who ruled
/ the immense Emperor. and always wore
! a magnificent uniform with tails 10 the
coat OF 1t. was a near approach to glory
! Taught him things?" he repeated in an
/ insinuating tone. as though the story
must be delectabie.
Eyes. And III teach him more" roar
! ed Twizzle. quite infuriated with the
memory of his last meeting with the
naughty aristocrat of the Emperor.
whats he done?" asked the mate,
blunty.
Done, why. his heads turned.
can recollect when he was skipper on the
San Anton, the laughing stock OF the
coast Anr he actually told me. the last
time I saw him, that I ought TO live
ashore Said l had no chance OF reach
ing his high position. Said l was get
ting too old to learn. But, by Jimminy
Grips. III teach him something before
very long. III just make old Van get on
his hind legs and toddle."
There was a suddep Shrek from
-ta m eli in master
and mate peered out into the fog ahead.
That must be the Emperor" said the
mate.
Captain Twizzle pulled his sou'wester
over his eyes and cursed gently We'll,
he said. finally. IF 1t is. Capn Van don't
make port tonight. He'll just have to
stand being day late. and l hope the
owners viii fix him for It, too
He's evidently headed right in now,
answered the mate
Twizzle turned half around and eyed
his subordinate. Young fellow, III
teach both you and Van something. CO
down and tell the engineer 10 open his
campers. We are going 10 cruise around
a bit. Tell him we want lot OF steam
for the whistle"
The mate left the bridge TO execute this
command, and the skipper looked over
his craft shes small, and set low, and
no masts TO speak Of he won't see E1e,
but III see him."
he didn't exactly see the Emperor
with his eyes. but all his sea-bred senses
told him that tho big liner was fussing
around a quarter of a mile ahead.
The Pudsey Dawson swung around I'M
der her masters hand. and headed for
the invisible craft. The fog was denser
and wetter than before.
Suddenly there was a sound as OF
bulky COW IN tall grass and Twizzlo
r,,ffaH thu whistle cord Again there is
sued that terrible. unearthly roar. The
captain of the Pudsey Dawson put his
wheel over a little and edged toward the
still invisible Emperor They could now
hear (the mate had again Joined HIM
the humping thrash Of a propeller. The
disproportlonate trumpet Of the coaster
again rumbled forth, and its roll be-
low shook the fog as though It were
jelly.
That's lesson number one" said
Twizzle: We've stopped him. II we
whistled again, by Jimniny Grips. be
lieve Van would reverse.
What's up? What's your game, s!r?'
asked the mate.
Captain Twizzle cast n glimmering eye
over the muffled waters. and gave his
orders CURLY. Keep that blasted. silver
plated Emperor always in hearing.
Whenever you see a good chance, run
close and foot that whistle you were
criticising bit ago. See?'
The young mate saw enthusiastically.
Y savvy. sir. We wnot give her room
to turn around in Cap'n Van Olinda
viii suppose that there's about FIVE deep
water freighters knocking around here.
and he'll sweat for his craft. Oh, yes, I
htinlz I see"
Never was there such night on tht
pampered Emperor Now from one side.
now from the other and apparently al
WAYS Imminent. came the hideous, over
towering thunder Of the whistle Of ;he
Pudsey Dawson Captain Van Olinda
himself stood on the bridge OF his favor
itc command and around him clustered
the officers Of both watches
Sounds ike a kosmos boat. suggest
ed his bras bound mate.
More like it's darued Maru. hunt
ing around here al fun speed for the
hole in the wall We term the Golden Gate.
BY gummy. 1 wish I knew how many of
them there were. Blow thst whistle,
there. euarter-master.
Then the shriu siren II the Emperor
sang hauehtily. The answer. from right
abreast. whitencd the faces u The men
- the liners bridge. Good Lord
groaned Van Oinda, its q uan-o'-Esr.
and probably q kid OF watch II she hts
Us it's good-ty.
Funny we never catch sight q her"
remarked another
Captain Van Ollnda burst irto a prayer.
and its burden VAS that he might not
see her
Finally. as morning broke. and the fog
showed signs of lifting. Samuel TWlzzle
rested from his labcrs. "IE bet vou-
d. condded % bis mate. ther= are tel