The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-04-12

said The authority on heredity. "a
man is what he is born"
Captain Joseph Prowse laughed
scornfully.
Not he-he's what | makes of him
and if YOU gents was under me I'd
make you sailors long afore you sus.
pected it. BY the way, could you tell
me what branch of science an 'erbalist
belongs to-"
And the conversation followed mora
pleasant lines.
The Nemagosenda, although little
better than tramp in her appearance
could do her ten knots an hour on less
than twenty tons of coal a day. and
she soon got out TO the Banks, where
the men of science discussed fishing.
and The color of sea-water, and ice
bergs
Yes said the geoloeist, AN ice
berg sWlms on an average seven
eighths below and an eighth above
"Gammon! said Captain Prowse
rndely; why, any sailor knows bet
ter I'm surprised at a scientific josser
like you bein so ignorant, It's one
third above and two below. You ask
my mate if it isn't SO.
All. thanks. | will" said the geolo-
gist pleasantly. MIR. Watts is we'll
Informed MANI
Rather said Prowse nodding;
there's not den O thieves in any
Ia, 4 III lf~1 i
And e knows more about icebergs than
me. for he once went trip in a Dun
dee Whaler. He amt proud of it. and
don't talk of it much for whalers is
no class, as you may guess. But he's
keen on knowledge. is Watts, I'll say
that for him. You might do worse
than ask him for some ackerate infor-
nation. He's a perfect whale on fogs,
tool"
If Mr.. Watts was the authority on
fogs that his captain made out, he
soon had an opportunity OF showing it,
for halfway across the Banks it was
impossible to see farther than one
could throw hall hundredweight, and
the Nemagosenda went footing in
in this dim world the men of science
were alarmed and entertained by sud
den battles in blasphemy between
Captain ProWse or the well-intormed
Mr. Watts, and the crew of Bank
fisherman. For fog blankets sound in
the oldest, most erratic way. and the
throb of q screw cannot always be
heard even in The calmest foggy
weather. Sdch swearing matches be
tween the Nemagosenda and smack
We're. when apparently Goou for three
minutes or so sometimes sliced right
in two by the sudden dropping down
of what the meteorologist called an
'anacoustic" wall of fog Like the last
words of Don Whlskerandos in "A
Tragedy Rehearsed, speech was cut
OF 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"
We have to thanl, the anacoustic
properties Of that fog bank for tina
sudden conclusion said the meteor
ologist for d I'm any Judge of hui
lnan nature. nat smacksman is still
firing fed-hoi aords into space"
Yes SIR said Pfowse Indignantly,
they Re a fonlmouthed lot. It's as
much as / can do to keep even with
en-. But III 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 afioat.
In the saloon he sat at the heed 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. il. and flourish on it. And the
reason is that it goes by contraries.
It's cold work bein al. sea, and so we
takes 1t 'ot; and the sea is salt, so we
takes it sweet; and it comes from the
West Indies"
And that proves it, said the geolo.
gist warmly. What head you have,
Captain Prowsc!'
The skipper nodded.
you may well say so, he affirmed;
"a phrenologist gave me chart OF