Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1917-08-30

waat YEA a. take nse over to Naattnx
ses's ard ges Mrs Gn~a"
~Nrs, Grsea. What she 10 by Hunt
tnssteasy''
I'm tell yaa later after l think up
some Interesting explanation. At pms
cut shouldn't be able ~ do the sub.
srct Justice How about ity WIN you
take me over therey"
He hesitatcd.
Here's dollar" said The
storm Is quieting down q good DEAL
and. anyhow. you know the Merry
Widow is the best sea boat on the
lake"
The battery won him What owner.
even OF the veriest motor monstrosRy,
is not susceptible to praise bestowed
upon his darling.
Il guess she shall run all right. One
valve she shan't work yust so good as
She ought. but got some Wire. fix
him up
helped him shove of. and Bill tin
kered with the one cylinder machine
gun which propelled the barge until he
induced it to bark at irregular inter
walls.
Have l forgotten to mention that the
Merry Widow Is an open boat with no
superstructure or canopy of any sort :?
Ii l have, let me state here that her
lines are very decollete, and large
wave meets with little obstruction save
the passengers when it starts to travel
from the bow to the stern.
''She shall be. by yimminy Christ.
mas. sure choppy," Bill commented.
THE wind she shall haul to the south
and make cross waves"
He was absolutely correct As soon
as we left the mouth OF the cove we
went through some evolutions which
l would have said it was absolutely
impossible for . man of my build to
perform. l was favorably considering
the idea Of being seasick when a
larger wave than usual washed over
and struck the engine It expired
peacefully on the spot.
what has happened?' 1 asked, with
a landsman's justified terror.
'The engine has stopped" Bills
calm statement OF the obvious exas-
perated me.
'Of course 1t has stopped. Can we
ever start 1t again.
Sure. She shall run some more
The wave, she short circuit the
spark. See," Bill pointed, "she all
wet" His enthusiasm as a lecturer
Oh the gasoline engine made him for
get the lake outside.
1t was brought to his attention by
a'large wave which tipped us on our
beam ends and dropped Bill and my
self in an affectionate group into the
stern of the boat, where we were join
ed presently by collection Of oil
cans. wrenches, grease cans and other
marine impedimenta.
Bill removed his elbow from the pit
Of my long since hopeless stomach and
scrambled to the engine.
'She hain't hurted a Bit" he an
nounced. Lend me your handker
chief
| silently passed him the article he
desired. He carefully wiped off a
large part Of the engine with it be-
fore be offered It back to me. l de-
clined and told him to consider it my
contribution to the equipment Of the
boat.
Now. sare," he directed. you must
hold the coat over the spark so she
shall not get, by zee viz, again wet"
He showed me how to protect the
engine from the elements by interpos-
ing my coat and my shivering body
between 1t and the waves This being
accomplished, he started the machin~
cry. and we lurched forth into the
night once more.
Bill split his time between steering
and mending the engine, keeping up n
running fire Of conversation, not with
me. but with the motor. When she'd
| cough weakly Bill would hit her In
some apparently tender spot with the
fiat OF monkey wrench and say: