The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1912-12-05

mist across the deck in q way that
BODIES no good for the future of the
day. The whistle is sounded at regu.
lar intervals. The notes of other whis.
ties and bells come through the fog
blanket from different vessels. The
former indicate moving vessels; the
latter vessels at anchor. There is the
dull clang of a bell buoy sagging back
and forth in the gentle swell. The IN.
CINE room telegraph indicates that the
engines are going at SLOW" On one
side of the pilot house the captain is
peering through the murky cloud with
mouth partly open and ears oblivious
to all except the sounds which come to
him from every point of the compass,
This is Saturday morning, and arriv.
ing and departing steamships are
likely to be far more numerous thar
on any other day of the week. On the
other side is the mate, as alert and
watchful as the master. They com.
pare notes from time to time.
We'll, I've got plenty of time" the
captain remarks at last, and it Is
safer at anchor than trying to move
through this fog"
Business Is Business.
The lead is heaved and finally the
anchor is ordered. dropped. The whis-
tie is replaced by the bell. There is
no breeze now. Over at the right a
bell that reminds n Of a cowbell is
sounding. That must be a freighter.
A sidewheeler bound for the fishing
grounds, and carrying a party of fish.
ermen, goes dashing past with foam.
ing paddles. The fog does not delay
the load of human freight. 1t is going
somewhere. Another, carrying com.
muters from the shore of New Jersey,
splashes north at a similar speed.
Business is business! A steamship
with deep-.hroated voice slowly makes
her way up from the Ambrose channel,
and drops anchor somewhere in the
impenetrable cloud only a few hun.
dred feet away. Soon the blast of a
bugle communicates the information
that a steamship company must, re-
CARELESS of any reluctance 1t may feel,
provide its passengers with another
meal, and hat 1t is about to be
served. -Curiously, owing to the thin.
ness of the blanket of mist, it is pos
sible to see the sun overhead, but
nothing beyond 200 feet on any side.
A lookout on a mast a hundred feet
above the deck would be above the
cloud, and able to guide the move.
ments of a vessel. Gradually the sun
burns up the fog, there being no wind
to blow it away. AS 1t thins, the An.
Choir is raised again, and, leaving the
group of anchored steamships which
gradually have been unveiled, the ten,
der makes for the Ambrose channel on
it's way out to the Ambrose channel
lightship, three or four miles at sea.
She is going" again, much to the sat.
isfaction of everyone.
Returning to the deck after dinner.
it is discovered that the breathless at.
mosphere and oily sea have been
transformed. A breeze is blowing
freshly and the waves are white
crested. The great Gedney channel
gas and whistling buoy, which marks
the point of divergence of the Gedney
and Ambrose channels--one of the lar.
gest buoys In the worlds grooming
like an expiring bull as 1T says away
an the seaway and then rises slowly
to shake of in foam the water which
has momentarily submerged its huge
a body. Fog-bound steamships are
passing In and out In a procession,
fountains at their bows, curling white
caps along their high black sides and
dashing spray under their counters
suggesting the breaking of waves upor
q rocky shore, They form a picture
that quickens the pulses as they
sweep along across the crested seas