The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1921-12-16

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They had seen the fog rolling down
the coast shortly after the Maggie
had rounded Pillar Point at sunset and
readed north. Captain Scraggs had
been steamboating too many unprofit.
able years on San Francisco bay, the
Suisun and San Pablo sloughs and
dogholes and the Sacramento river to
be deceived AZ to the character OF
that fog, and he remarked as much to
Mr.. Gibney. "We'd better turn back
to Halfmoon bay and tie up at the
dock" he added.
TCalamity howleri" retorted Mr..
Gibney and gave the wheel spoke or
two. "Scraggsy, you're enough to
make a real sailor sick at the
stomach"
"But / tell you she's tule fog. Glib.
She rises up In the marshes of the
Sacramento and San Joaquin, drifts
down to the bay and out the Golden
gate and Just naturally blocks the
wheels Of commerce while she lasts.
Why. I've known the ferry boats be-
tween San Francisco and Oakland to
get lost for hours on their twenty-mln-
ute run--and all along Of blasted
tule fog"
II don't doubt your word mite.
Scraggsy. never did see ferry-boat
skipper that knew shucks about
celebrating" the imperturbable. Gibney
responded. me, I'll smell my way
home in any tule fog"
Maybe you can an maybe You
can't, Glib, although far be 1t from me
TO question your ability. I'll take 1t
for granted. Nevertheless, I amt
a-goin' to run the risk o. you havin'
catarrh O. the nose an confusin' your
smells tonight. You amt got nothin'
at stake but your Job. whereas II I
lose the Maggie I lose my hull for
tune. Bring her about Glib. an let's
hustle back"
"Don't be an old woman" Mr.. Glib
ney pleaded. "Scraggs. you just amt
got enough works inside you to Ill a
wrist watch"
II amt a-goin' to poke around In
the dark an tule fog, feeTin' for
the Golden gate" Captain Scraggs
shrilled peevishly.
"H-ls bells an panther tracks !
I've got my old courses, an II foller
them we can't help gettin' home"
Captain Scraggs laid his hand on
Mr.. Gibney's great arm and tried to
smile paternally. "Gib, my dear boy"
he pleaded, control yourself. Don't
argue with me, Glib. I'm master here
an you're mate. Do I make myself
clearr'
"You do. Scraggsy. But It won't
avail you nothin'. You're only master
becus Of gentleman's agreement be-
tween ~ two, an because I'm man
enough to fgger there's certain rights
due you as owner O. the Maggie. But
don't you forget that accordln' to the
records q the inspectors Office. I'm
master Of the Maggie, an the way I
ngger II. whenever there's any call to
show a little real seamanship, that
gentleman's agreement don't stand"
But this amt one o. them times,
Gib.s
.sYou're whIstlin' It il. II we run
from this here fog. it's skiffs to bat
tleships we don't get into San Fran
cisco bay an discharged before six
o'clock tomorrow night. By the tine
we've taken on coal an water an
It'll be eight or nine o'clock,
with me an, McGuffey entitled to
mebbs three dollars overtime an
havin' to argue an scrap with you to
git it--not to speak o. havin' to put to
sea the same night SOS to be back in
Halfmoon bay to load bright an early
NEXT mcrnin'. Scraggsy, I amt no
night bird on this rum"
'Do you mean to defy me, CHR
Captain scrnggr little green eyes
cleaned balefully. Mr.. Gibney looked
down upon him with tolerancs. - :
Great Dane gases upon Z fox terrier
II certainly 10, Scragesy. old pepper
pot,v ne replied calmly. "What're you
goiu' 20 do about itY The ghost Of Z
mile lighted biz jovial ccuntenance
ssNothine I'm helpless" Cap
tain scraGgs answered with deadly
cain. s.but the minute We hit ~
ddek Soo m me parts company
n don't know whether We VIII o.
hdt Dcx1eooy. ! ain't heeled xlght
10 hit the beach On such
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