The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1905-05-26
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fogs that his captain made out, he
soon had an opportunity of showing 1t,
for halfway across the Banks 1t was
impossible to see farther than one
could throw half hundredweight, and
the Nemagosenda went footing in
darkness. But every now and again
In this dim world the men OF science
were alarmed and entertained by sud-
den battles in blasphemy between
Captain Prowse or the well-informed
Mr.. Watts, and the crew Of Bank
fisherman. For fog blankets sound In
the oldest, most erratic way, and the
throb of screw cannot always be
heard even in the calmest foggy
weather Such swearing matches be-
tween the Nemagosenda and smack
were, when apparently goou for three
minutes or SO, sometimes sliced right
in two. by the sudden dropping down
of what the meteorologlst called an
"anacoustic" wall of fog. Like the last
words Of Don Whiskerandos in "A
Tragedy Rehearsed," a speech was cut
off in the very flower Of its youth.
Where the blue binding blazes are
you coming to-" asked a faint noe.
turne. And when Captain Prowse had
expended his last carefully prepared
Grafton, the right of maritime reply
only conferred an audible "Oh, you
dog"
I'VE have to thank the anacoustic
properties of that fog-bank for the
sudden conclusion" said the meteor
ologist, for If I'm any judge of hui
man nature, that smacksman is still
firing red-hot words into space"
Eyes, SIR" said Prowse Indignantly,
they're a foul-mouthed lot. It's as
much as l can do to keep even with
'om. But I'll slow down no MORE"
He telegraphed Full speed ahead
and left Mr.. Watts with awfully word.
ed instructions to sink anything from
a battleship to the meanest brig afloat
In the saloon he sat at the head of the
table and drank rum hot.
Science proves that rum ot is the
sailors drink" said Captain Prowse,
"and the correct drink. For we all
drink it, and flourish on it. And the
reason Is that 1t goes by contraries.
It's cold work bein' at sea. and SO we
takes it 'ot; and the sea is salt, SO we
takes 1t sweet; and it comes from the
West Indies"
"And that proves it," said the geolo.
gist warmly. What head you have,
Captain Prowse!"
Tho skipper nodded.
"You may well say So" he affirmed; ;
"a phrenologist gave me chart OF
my 'ead once, a scientific chart with
the soundings wrote out plain, and
what proved him right was his sayin'
that ere and there l was too deep for
him. And paid him guinea. Wed
worth it, it was, for he said, You get
married. and done so, and Mrs.
Prowse hasn't her living equal. l
wish I'd brought that chart with me.
It would ave interested you gents to
know what brother scientist thought
of me-"
1T would, indeed" said the pathol-
ogist. ...-
"But there, I'll tell you what am"
said Prowse, "I'm downrighter,
that's me. I'm captain Of my boat, /
am, and If was afoat on hencoop
with all it's crew I'd like to see the
cock as would crow before gave
him orders. Authority comes nat'ral
to me. I'll be boss wherever I am
(Hancock, more rum!D-and I would
have succeeded in whatsoever I took
hold of. Phrenology told me SO, wrote
out plain. And I've kind of leanin'
towards science ever since that phre-
nologist put is and on my 'ead and
said with start of surprise, Captain,
you're a wonder But I've always