Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1921-10-20
CHAPTER 1.

been steamboating TOO many unnro6t.
able years on San Francisco hay. the
Suisun and San Pablo slouchs ana
dogholes and the Sacramento river to
be deceived rs 10 the character of
that fog, and he remarked MS much 10
Mr.. G.hncy. Wed better turn hacl,
TO Ha'fmoon bay and tie up at The
dock" he added.
Calamity howlerl" retortcd Mr..
Gibney and gave the wheel a spoke or
two. "Scraggsy, you're enough 10
make real sailor sick AT the
stomach"
But tell you she's a tule FOG. Glib.
She rises up in the marshes of the
Sacramento and San joaquin. drifts
down to the hay and ont the Golden
gate and just naturally blocks The
wheels OF commerce while She lasts.
Why Ive known tho ferry beats be-.
tween san Francisco ana Oakland 10
get lost for hours on their twonty-nin-
ute run-and an along of blasted
tule fog"
II don't doubt your word n mite
S'raeesy. | never ala see q fcrry-boat
skipper that knew shucks about
sanorizins,' the imner.urhahle Cihney
responded mic. I'll smell my way
home in any tule fog"
"Maybe Won can an maybe YOU
can't Glib. althou9l far be # from me-
10 question your ability. TN take II
for granted Nevertheless. amt
a-goln' to run the risk o. YOU havin'
catarrh o the nose an confusin' your
smells tonight. You amt got nothn'
nj stake hut your job, whereas If !
lose the MAGGIE 7 lose my hull for
tune. Bring her about, Glib, an let's
hustle back"
Don't be an old woman" Mr.. Glib
ney pleaded. "Scraocs. You just amt
got enough works inside YOU to fiji q
wrist watch"
81 amt a-goln' TO poke around In
the dark an a tule fog. fecln' for
the Golden gate Captain Scroggs
shrilled peevishly.
"H-ls bells an panther tracks
. I've got my old courses. an If foller
them we can't help gettin' home"
Captain Scragg- laid his hand on
Mr.. Glhney's great arm and tried to
smile paternally. "Gih. my dear boy"
he pleaded, Control yourself. Don't
argue with me, Glib I'm master here
an you're mate. 30 l make myself
clear?"
you do, Scraggsy But it won't
avail you nothin'. You're only master
hecuz of gentleman's agreement be-
tween us two, an because I'm man
enough to ngger there's certain rights
due you as owner o. the Maggie But
don't you forget that accorl'n' to Che
records o the inspectors Office. I'm
master Of the Maggie an the way
fgger II, whenever there's any call 10
show little real seamanship. that
gentleman's agreement don't stand"
but this amt one o. them times,
Glib"
You're whistlin' II is If we run
ffom this here fog. its sl,irs 10 bat
tieshlps we don't get into San Fran
q go bay an DISCHARGED before six
o'clock tomorrow night. by the time
We've taken ON coal am water an
what-alL it'll be eight or nine o'clock,
with me an McGuney entitled TO
mebhe three dollars overtime an
hayin' TO argue an scrap with You 70
cit it-not ia spoaI; o. havin 10 put 20
sea The same night SOS TO be back in
Halfmoon bay to load bright an early
next mornin'. Scraggsy, I uin't 80
night bird on this run"
do you mean to defy me. Glb?"
Captain Scraegs' litle green eyes
cleaned balefully. sIr. Cibney looked
down upon him with tolerance, as a
Great Dane eazes upon a fox terrier
Il certainly do. Scraggsy. old pepper
pot he replied calmly. "What're YOU
goin' to do about it," The ghost OF a
smilc lighted his iovial countcnance.
"Nothln'-now. I'm helpless" Cap
tain Scraggs answered with deadly
calm. Put the minute we hit the
dock you an me parts company"
Il don't know whether we will or
not Scracgsy. / amt heeled right
financially to hit The beach on such
shor. notice"
an get the police to remove you.
you bistered pirate" Scraggs !
screamed, now quite beside himself
"YcsG We'll the minute they let 20
o me I'll come back to the $. s. Mag
gle and tear her apart just TO see
what makes her 90" lie leaned out
the pilot-house window and smiled.
"Tule fog. all right. Scraggs. Still,
that oln't no reason why the ships
company should fast, is itf Omit bicll-
erin with me. little one. an see IL YOU
can't wrastle up-somc ham am eggs.
! want my eggs sunny side up"
Sensing the futility Of further argu-
mcnt Captain Scrages sought soiace
In stream OF adiectival oppro5rium
plainly meant for Mr. Gibney but de-
livered, nevertheless, lupersonaliy. lie
closed the pilot-house door furiously
behind him and started for the galley
Some bright day I'm roin' 70 glt
tired o. hearin' you cuss my proxy
Mr.. Gibney bawlcd after him, IAN
when that fatal time arrives III scat
ter a can O. KillFlea over you an the