Milford chronicle., 1905-01-27
copyright, 1893, BY $. 8. Mcclure Company
CHAPTER III.

I
ing to the realization that ne was posi-
lively enjoying himself. Daily tne
weather grew warmer. The nIth gay
ont from San Francisco 1t was actual-
- hot The pitch grew soft In the
pertba NIillner's deck seams; the masIs
-,,,oatad resin. The Cinnamon went
ohout the decks wearing but their
sosns and blouses. Kitehell had long
siDca abandoned his coat and vest.
IviIburs oilskins became intolerable'
s,d he was at last constrained to trade I
his pocketknife to Charlie Tor sun
of teams and wicker sandals sueh as
the coolies wore, and odd enough ne
looked in them.
THE captain instructed him in steer
10 and even promised to show MN
4he use Of the sextant and how to take
sr observation in the fake short anu
oosv coasting style of navigation. fur-
tba,.nore he showed him how to READ
+ho loo and the manner of keeping the
dead reckoning. ,,,,,,.,.
was engaged in painting the ihsiae ol
the cabin. door panels, lintels anu tie
Jew scattered holdings, and toWaru tne
-,,iddla of the first week out, when the
19or+ba Nfillner was in the latitude OF
poi,+ Conception, he and three emma
,,,o, under Kitchell's direction, ratllneu
down the fore rigging and affixed tne
crov's nest upon the for'mast. Inc
next morning during Charles Watch
IN dock n Chinaman was sent up into
+bo crow's nest. and from that time on
there was always lookout malh'ailieu
from the masthead.
More than once Wilbur looked arounu
him at the empty coruscating lndlgo Oh
che ocean floor, wondering at the neees'
sitv of the lookout, and finally express
~ bis curiosity to Kitchell. The cap
+oiD had by now taken not little t'
vvilbur at first for the sake Of WING
mans company and afterward because
no hogan to place a certain vague re
1ionce upon Wilbur's judgment. Kitten
ell had remarked as how he hau Drains m
.eWelI, you see, son." Kitehell hau "a
nlained to Wilbur, 'Os-tensiDlee we ar
sftar shark liver oil, an so we are Du
also we are on any lay that turns up
raodv for any game from wrecklng I
horrat, t,,v Strike me, If haven
+bouqbt Of scuttling the dough dish to
nor insoorance. There's regular trad
son to be done in ships, an the
there's piclin's an pickin's an pickin.
Tordi The oceans rich with pickin'
DO YOU know there's millions mace o,
of the day-bree and refuse OF d
cItv? How about an oceans day-Dre'
Inst chew on that notion a turn. A
os fur lookout, lemmee tell you, so
cost vour eve out yon." And he sWe
+ba sea with a forearm. "Nothin', ne!
So If looks. but lemmee tell you, SO
+here amt no manner of place on {
baU Of dirt where you're likely to n
nm afoul Of so many things-uneXpe.
ed thiugs-as at sea. When you
clear O. land lay to this here pree-cep
A million to one on the unexpected.
The next day fell almost dead cal
THE hale. lusty lunged norwester IL
6od snorted them forth from I
Golden Gate had lapsed to a zeph
THE schooner rolled lazily southWa
with the leisurely nonchalance Oh
,roo+ green turtle. his wet green shi
of shell three feet from eage 10 eu
the gaff firmly transfixed IN MS D'
inst under the fore ripper. From
der his shell protruded his snakel
head and neck, withered like tnat OF
old man. He was waving his b
from side to side, the jaws snapp
like a snapped silk handkerchief. Al
ssir thrust him away with a pau
Tbe turtle eraned his neck and ca
tng hit of wood in his jaw, bit
two in single grip.
81 toP you SOL toP you 10 stahu :
his snapper. If that had been }
abin now. eh? HellOl What's thal
Faintly across the water came
loneed hallooing from the sehoo
Kitchell stood up in the dory' sha'
his eyes with his hat.
"What's bitin' 'em nOwT ne
tered with the uneasiness OF cap
away from his ship. "Oughta
Charlie on board, or you, son. W
doin' that yellin'? l can't make
"Up in the crows nest" eXciai
Wilbur. ITS Jim. See; he's wa
his arms"
"Wen, whaduz he wave his Dla
arms fOr? grOwled Kitcheil, ansr'
cause something was going forWaI
did not understand.
"There, he's shouting again. L
Il can't make out what he's yellll
Hell yell to a different pipe WI
get my grip Of him. I'll twist the
of that swab till he'll have to
BACKYARD to see where he's goin'. v
w he wave his arms for-whaa1
yell like a philly-lOO bird fort "
him say, Charles"
'Jim heap sing, no can tell. MI
-tinkum sing, come back chep-cn
wen see. Oars out, men; give
Now, son, put a little Of that
stingO in the stroke"
In the crows nest Jim stlil
and waved like one distraught'
the dory returned at a smart ei