Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-12-17

membrane. I'd take 1t ~ kind II you'd
join me in a pasear along the lower
deck" slh .yS,
The trade wind freshened till It
blew gale, and the little Wangaroo,
small speck In that great turmoil
Of water, with her engines slowed
down till they just held her in posi-
ton, rolled and bucked, and plunged,
and pitched. till more than one expert
thought that she would heave her
masts overheard. Everything on board
of her, from Goals and shovels, to din.
ner plates and hair brushes, kept up
Its own separate noisy dance. and
even the most hardened OF her human
complement was nauseated withyhel
dizzy lunging. s
"A man." said Mr. McTodd, as he
placed thermometric fingers on the
thrust block bearings to make sire
that the racing propeller shaft was
not heating them unduly, "a man
would need the bowels Of sea-gull to 4
stand this sort of merry-o-ropnd un.
moved. / wish one Of those poets who \
blether about the cradle of the deep
would come below here and try the
effect OF being rocked in the cradle OF
this three-by-five shaft tunnel"
Those that 60 down to the sea III !
steamships" said the chief engineer.
"see the wonders of the deep. Me-
Todd, I'll trouble you to come out OF
that rabbit run, and give me a hand
with this condenser. She's coughing
like sick Hindu again, and expect
the mated have At II told him We
were within an inch of breakdown
any minute, and he'd better make his
preparations to heave to under sail
Be careful, man, now. I'd hate to
have you inconvenience mo by getting
killed by that walking-heam"
Night dragged through and day
came, and still the reinforced trade
blew with undated force, and the
little steamboat continued her dizzy
dance. The wind blew hot now in
stead Of chill, and presently las the
sun slimbed higher) gave one the idea
that 1t had been passed through a
experimenting apparatus before It was
let loose on the Kangaroo 1t was
laden, too, with fine grit which
lodged in all the steamers crann!es
on deck and below, in the morning
coffee, in the eyes, in the bearings III
the machinery, in Miss Chesterman's
black hair in the apple tart which TIL
most emphatically) in the innermost
mechanism Of everybody's temper.
But when at last the blazing after
noon drew to close, the wind eased,
and the sand storm dropped; and on
the edge OF night the surf boat wa
sighted putting out from behind
shoulder of the land.
1t seemed to the women who watch.
ed, that no small boat could live in
that run Of sea, but she held stolidly
on, her oars like the legs of some in.
couth insect beating the water rhyth.
mically. The faces of her people,
when they came near enough to be
seen, were woodenly unconcerned; and
when the acrobatic feat of getting her
alongside, hooking on, and hauling her
up to davits had to be performed, one
might have taken 1t (from the looks
Of the actors) to be an ordinary con-.
Germ of everyday life, instead OF one
OF the smartest pieces Of sea juggling
on record. isy.t 4
by God! skipper" said Sir George,
you've given us all bad fright.4lI.
never thought you'd get on board
again in one piece The seas awful
II take the sea as fnd 1t, SIR, and
don't complain. My boat crews pass.
ably efficient. will say that for
them" tsee
WELL" said Sir George, rather
piaued, III we were sick with anxiety.
I'd like to point out you don't look too
brisk yourself. You look as Il you'd
seen ghost" n Il.
IF there were such things, I'd have
seen one surely. We've found your
/ - N mi cd n Gnss
name?" 6- Nj 's2s
You've found her. have you?a Wslt.s
now, that's capital hearing, and almost
name, do you say? Was It washed
out or something? Her name +? D ;s,ip..
pose must have come across 1t some:
where. 1t wasn't in Fred's letter, Of.
course. Oh, no, I remember my; go
licitors dug 1t out for me- But I'm
afraid rye forgotten 1t; I've a rotten
memory for names. However, II tt's.
of importance, we can easily turn IT.
up. I've got their letter among the
other papers in my despatch.box down
In my ROOM" ss,a&s
| II can tell you her name, sir. She's
the old Norman Towers. Her master,
Captain Parrish, with his wife.
brought me up from the time ! r was
a little kid of two years old, and those
two were about the best friends r had
got in the world, and better friends
than most men ever had Captain
Farnish, I suppose, is drowned, ana
seeing what's happened to HIS ship,
that's the best thing that could occur
to him. But as for ghosts, II there
were such things, should have seen
his when went on board. In the
chart house there was a red velvet
chair with caster of that I've known
for years, and the old lady's portrait.
and his pipe-his frowsy old meer.3
schaum pipe-I say his pipes 4
mean his pipe! II you'll excuse me,
will 90 to my room. feel need u
bit of Sleep" II
Pm dreadfully sorry" said Sir.
George next morning, that didn't
think of telling you the steamers
4 name. 1t didn't seem to me. import
! ant and in fact an Two tn1d va, Il