New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-06-25

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ana listening from the cabin messroon it looked ike
the finest kind Of battle; but Just then the Cantair
came up the gangpanl calling out Cast off those Shore
lines. And don't fall asleep over it, either" The deck
force scattered to carry his orders. The pumpman
PICKED up his suitcase and went on TO his quarters
NEXT morning (the ship by now well down the Ter
Sey coast and the passenger on the bridge by the
captain invitation again heard the carolng voice:
Our ship was a aborin' in the Gull o. Mexico
he skipper on the quarter with eyes aloft and low
Says he, My bucko boys"
That far when the big mans hoarse bass interrupted.
say YOU what about that Number Seven tank?7
says he, My buckle boys, its surely goin' TO
blow What about Number Seven" He inclined
his head set one hand back Of his ear and added And
speak up, Son, so can hear YOU"
Speak up" The bosn roared to the heavens
speak up. Don't tell me to speak up Did yuh clean
that tank out?"
NO, didn't clean it out"
y uh didn't? And why in blank didn't yuh?"
Because don't have to. But put couple of men TO
work and saw that they cleaned it out And done
before YOU were out Of your warm bunk this morning
Who's that The passenger put the question to
the Captain
That's my bosn-and good one
And the othcr' Know anything Of him.?
pumpman. And can see right it won't be many
hours aforc the bo'sn1 beat his head off.
You think he will>"
81 know he will. Why, look at hm-the size Of him,
and solids a rock"
The passenger took another look the top of the
bridge canvas He surely a big man; and, under
his thin sleeveless Jersey surely solid man. And the
pumpman, in his skinny badly fitting dungarccs,
though Of good height did not look to be much more
than half the others bulk
THAT same bo'sn's beat up more men than any
shipping agency ever kept record OF. That's Big Bill.
And II you'd ever travelled on oil tankcrs, you'd a
heard OF him. He's a whale. Take another look at
him. Mr. Moves
Moves took another 'ook The bosn surely was
tremendously muSclcd man. He was knobbcd with
muscle. But Moves had his own opinion about the two
men, and he ventured TO voice it now.
But he's wonderfully quick moving fellow, Cap
tam. And he's surely got nerve. Look at him leap
across that open hatch. II he fell short he'd get d
thrty-foot drop and break his neck.
And wish he would break his neck And So can
kangaroo hop around; but YOU wouldn'- pick kanga-
roo to fight bull buffalo You'll find out the differ
enoc if ever he tackles my bosn And no fear my bosn
won't get him. He'll get him, YOU see, And when they
together Il take good there's ships Off
Ger around 20 interrupt
But why does the bo'sn hound him so3 This man
was no sooner aboard than he began to jump him.
Did he, And perhaps YOU think The bosn of an oil
tarkcrs gOin 10 hand q typewriter letter every
time he wants to have q word with him. He's "a good
bosn. He knows his business and he saves me lot Of
trouble
And wha, the Captain did not say, but what Moves
imagined ne saw in his eve was, And III be telling YOU
pretty soon TO keep to yourself Your opinion OF ships
matters.
W1HEN Moves went to his room tina. night. II was
w for stay of two days. More than year now