Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-09-05
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Fish, and Dlscourses Of the Dangers
Of Treasure Hunting.
The morning was a little overcast,
but brisk northeast wind soon set the
clouds moving as II went humming In
our sails, and the sun. coming out In
its glory over the crystalline watefs,
made a fine flashing world Of it, full
Of exhilaration and the very breath of
youth and adventure, very uplifting to
the heart.
Nassau looked very pretty in the
morning sunlight, with Its pink and
white houses nesting among palm
trees and the masts Of its sponging
schooners, and soon we were abreast
Of the picturesque low-lying fort, Fort
Montague, that Major Bruce, nearly
two hundred years ago. had such a
time building as q protection against
pirates entering from the east end
Of the harbor. 1t looked like veri-
table piece Of the past, and set the
magination dreaming Of those old
lays Of Spanish galleons and the black
dag. and brought my thoughts eagerly
back to the object Of my trip, those
doubloons and pieces Of eight that lay
In glittering heaps somewhere out In
those island wildernesses.
Then Tom came up with my break
fast. The old fellow stood by to serve
me as ate, with pathetic touch OF
the old slavery days in his deferential,
half-fatherly manner. dropping a
quaint remark every now and again I;
us. when drawing my attention to the
sun bursting through the clouds, he
said, .The poor mans blanket is COM
ingsout, sah"-phrases in which there
seemed a whole lot Of pathos to me.
Presently, when breakfast was over,
and i stood looking over the side into
the incredibly clear water. In which
1t seems hardly possible that boat
can go on floating, suspended as she
seems over cleaning CULTS Of liquid
space, down through which at every
moment 1t seems she must dizSily fall.
AS Tom and I gazed down, lost In
those rainbow deeps, I heard voice
at my elbow saying with peculiarly
sickcning JUNCTION:
"The wonderful works of God"
II was my unwelcome passenger
who had silently edged up to where
we stood. / looked at him, with the
question very clear in my eyes as to
what kind Of disagreeable animal he
WIS.
Precisely" said, and moved away.
had been trying to feel more kind
ly toward him, wondering whether
could summon up the decency to offer
him cigar, but "the wonderful works
of God" finished me.
Hello! captain" I said presently,
pointing to some sails coming up rap
idly behind us. whats this? I
thought we'd got the fastest boat In
the harbor."
.It's the Susan B., sponger," said
the captain. $50
The captain was q, man Of few
words.
The Susan B. was rakish-looking
craft with a black hull, and she GER
tainly could sail. No doubt 1t was pure
Imagination. but did fancy that I no
ticed our passenger signal tosthem in
q peculiar way.
Z I confess that his presence was be-
ginning to get on my nerves, and !
was ready to get "edgy" at anything
.nAhtr~ IN fvrlfo Tod cfofo ~ mind
which I presently took out on George
the engineer who did not belle his
hulking appearance, and who was for
ever letting the engine stop and tax
ing forever to get 1t going again. One
could almost have sworn he did II on
purpose.
My language was more forcible than
classical had quite a piratical favor,
in fact; and my friend of ''the wonder
full works Of God'' looked up with a
deprecating air. Its effect on George
was nil, except perhaps TO- further
deepen his sulks.
q And this I did notice, after a while.
that my remarks to- George seemed TO
have set up certain sympathetic &C.
quaintance between him and my pas
ssenger, the shackly deckhand being ap-
parently taken in as an humble third.
They sat lard, talking together, and
my passenger read to them, on ono
occasion, from . piece Of printed pa
per that huttered in the wind.
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