The daily Alaskan., 1914-09-30

fidence to the grimy, sweating Workers. Theirs were unbegrudged obedience and execution, for each now understood his man. Hunched shouldered, he was through physical agonies; yet, know ipg that he held the lives of TOO men and that great glorious ship in his hand, he maintained -.is Hiiss will indomita- ble. Not q detail escaped his eye or slipped his brain.
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 Night had long since dropped. The immense boat lay lurching from side to side, plunging wildly under the tons of green seas that thudded like batter ing rams against her bows and fore castle what time the high walled swell | broke roaring.
 1 Make for northwest trade patrol. Regain nearest port. Much regret breakdown" had been the sorely har- assed vice admiraIs latest message.
 Captain Widdrington, barrel swath- ed in Shawls and many waterprOofs, was with the first and third lieuteDants on the afterbridge. Wearily he turn ed from straining his eyes over the in- distinct summits of yeasty seas and cleared the brine off his face and bushy eyebrows with the flat of his left hand. He was cautiously making his way up the bridge when suddenly he stopped short. A quartermaster shouted, Dye hear that, sir?'
 l A faint boom had rung through the stormy wind. ominOus, like to a dying worlds last echo.
 The first lodged q scattered spout or sea. If the enemy drive down on us will you fight, sir?'
 "Yes, by heavens. As well go down fghtin' as not. If we can work ship 1 it's the very weather for Us. See TOT shell. must risk the port engines"
 And as Wingate carefully made his way on deck "Firin' east sou'east| was the lOOkOut's hail.
 He climbed down the thirty odd feet of slippery ladder into the maze of mo- tionless machinery. As he touched the senior engineer on the elbow he noted his inbent and quivering lips.
 Cant say," was the answer. "Meb- be we will. But every man is workin' his best. If it is in my power the star board mills Il run"
 If we can't steam God help us| calculated the first.
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 As the luckless warship flung herself about the iron flooring beneath the Yornout men seesawed hither and thither, throwing them off their feet. She evened herself in a broad valley of the mountainous sea wastes.
 Torshell yelled: "Let her go! Let her go!"
 l A breaking hill of wild water was hurling itself on the weather quarter | just as the chains rattled through the blocks. Torshell lurched forward and then, to the boats violent heeling, top pled helplessly between the hinder col umn of the intermediate engine and the banging mass of cylinder gear.
 Lower! Lower! Never mind me!' came in an intense shriek. Their rack ed and knotted arms pulled desperate ly, and the disconnected workings were lowered clear down to the floor plates.
 The maimed and bleeding mass or flesh that had been Torshell, R. N. R., was slipping into the crank pit, but Jerroll and some others held it fast. And it came that as the waning voice moaned "Give her steam! Give her steam! Mind the links." the mad peal ing of the telegraph made his assistant leap to the starting engine. The two cut of scouts of the enemy were open ing a heavy cannonading.
 The dull grunting of guns and the quickening thud of his engines the senior, engineer did not hear. Cried Naylen, on his knees beside him, "The best man among us, and we never knew itr'
 The fighting ship went bravely into action, but the man of the merchant marine would never again give ear.
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 For a number of generations Perth, and not Edinburgh, was the capital of Scotland.