Windham County reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1901-1906, 1903-01-16

tered shovel on a flrebar. Instinct made
the trimmers obey the signal, and they
went to the bunkers The firemen fol-
lowed, and the steam gauge remounted
before it had received any appreciabie
check. 1t was all an affair of five minutes.
Kettle passed foreflnger round the IN
side of his shirt collar and strolled across
with Cambel to where the deck chairs
stradded In the shade.
"Tbey'r re a holy crew, aren't theyy"
said the master Of the Port Edes.
Il think they're what we want. we
should be rather out of it with plucky
lot who insisted on standing by us at
pinch"
ooh. don you make any error about
that. replied Kettle. They'd have been
shaky anyway, but this bogus clockwork
devil of yours fixes them to a nicely. It'll
be every Jack for himself when the scare
comes, and Davy Jones take the steamer
and the others. Oh, they'll run like
warren of rabbits The brutes!'
Kettle broke off abruptly and stared
modify over the gulf stream. A flying
fish got out of the blue water and ran
across the ripples like silver rat. A
school of porpoises snorted leisurely up
from astern and passed the steamer as
though she had been at anchor. Ana the
tangles of gulf weed floated past like reefs
of tawny coral.
"Do you ever read poetry" the skipper
suddenly asked
Cambel slowed round his head and
stared. The idea of this vinegar mouthed
little savage talking of poetry very nearly
made him break into wild laughter. With
an effort he steadied his face and said
quietly, Sometimes.
I'm glad of that. Somehow hadn
dared ask you before, but now l know
Mr.. Cambel, like you all the better. III
gives us something in common we can
talk about without being ashamed we
can't very well discuss the other matter
which binds us together and respect our
selves at the same time
"Ouite right You and l. captain, are
shouldered to common piracy by the force
of circumstances, but always KICK myseif
when think about it. There S no glamour
of romance about our intended villainy
or the way it's being led up to. y
Not bit. Byron wrote about piracy,
but Byron was no seaman, ana he dldD
know what hazing a crew meant.
thef's dirty scoundrel all the world over
and always has been, and a sea thief, hav-
to make himself the cruelest brute on
earth If he wants to succeed. think IL
that which put me out of liking with
Byron and all those poets who've written
about movement at sea. They give
wrong idea of mems motives and actions
and when they get talking on shop they re
that inaccurate and absurd they make one
tired. No, Mr. Cambel, give me land
poet, who talks about farms and prim-
roses and tinkling brooks and things he
understands, and with that man / can sit
through two watches on end. Reading
him NAV make me feel low, but 1t doesn't
do man harm to be that way sometimes
You see Mr. Cambel, scuilie or n row
with mutinous crew is just meat and
drink to me. Yes, sir, that's the kind OF
brute l am
They chatted and basked during the rest
of the afternoon while the two mates off
watch painted ironwork, and the crew off
duty grumbled and smoked and slept in
the stuffy forecastle The cabin tea came.
Kettle at the head of the table preserved
sour silence, and Cambel and the mates
among them strained civility. And then
skipper and supernumerary officer re-
turned to their canvas chairs beside the
J fiddle on the bridge deck.
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me gun s.ioaih iipp.1 s o. -, ~ raua,n,s
ef WAN ' ,,e,., OH" nv '. ~ r,,s, stoins
Oh CAIN iloA1u 'ne 49," a 1aa pa
mnion pa'. ~ - ~ 80 ~, color ~
lole vhe,ii 'iIo .aaiion SEQ M w hr,r,ht hot
uu,i oiuo 5ooNs h.;n,.,,. III, ND
DAY had iaueu, inc prlliiah' oooaio ,,au
uttered away run o.elire e, - "n' i" ~ %
nan pairing VI moon p9eIe' I'm -, a. 80
anonymous Vioie'' sun iisll1' :" iY9 g.
er mats ny 1he sun aI.opslom. n W.. ~
horizon me was wiia' av nrau app PC go
De steamer sihohe' oe' "nn0 ."e s' a.'
showed To ne the reeh Vi hle o,i 'ne III
visible low lying nioriu" eo"st, go,
glow coula DC seen, ~ ihisnu no ISL :.
campfire on an outiylhg huy' ~ ihiSnO 10
game wing vi 7eiiiiiioio iiiuial'
yond the explored coast THE, ~ .n aJ
unknown tanele Oh Trees anu grasses anu
lagoons, the hVergiaues .hel,'sciNes'
IL worm llVlng, M caiiioei' 'i,hes
ike these salu hetlie Wheh 'hes naa
sat there IN siience VIZ ,no warm h.snu
mad spread al over anu 'ne "hi,o s'ai
were beginning 10 sho" III ihui'''u'es
through It's gaps.
The other nodded, SUCKING ac MS ooiu
pipe. :,
None of those poets have ever put al
this down on paper. Ihey We sot par's'
bits, but not all. fancy IL Is because
they haven seen the thlng ior themselves.
I've tried myself, puS maven lhaue
much account OF IL.
What-you-you 10 poe'' "pp'N
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