The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1922-03-03

Like playin' post-ofice." was Nc
Guffey's comment. y
The commodore smiled. II thought
you boys would see 1t that way. Now
tomorrow I'm going ashore to buy three
divin' outfits and lay In q big stock
Of provisions for the voyage. In the
meantime, while the carpenters are
gettin' the ship into shape, Wen leave
the first mate In charge while we go
ashore and have good time. I've
seen worse places than Panama"
As n result of this conference Mr..
Gibney's suggestions were acted up
on, and they contrived to make their
brief stay In Panama very agreeable.
They inspected the work ON the canal,
mhrveled at the stupendous engineer
ing In the Culebra Cut, drank little,
gambled a little. McGuffey whipped
bartender. He was ordered arrested,
and six spiggoty little policemen. sent
to arrest him, were also thrashed. The
reserves were called out and riot
ensued. Mr.. Gibney, following the
motto Of the syndicate, 1. e..
All for one and one for all
United we stand, divided we fall,
mixed In the conflict and presently
found himself In durance vile. Cap
tain Scraggs. luckily, forgot the mot
to and escaped, but inasmuch as he
was on hand next morning to pay q
fine Of thirty pesos levied against each
Of the culprits, he was instantly for
given. Mr.. Gibney vowed that II a
United States cruiser didn't happen
to be lying In the roadstead. he would
have shslled the town in retaliation.
But eventually the days passed. and
the Maggie II, well found and ready
for sea, shook out her sails to fair
breeze and sailed away for Kandavu.
She kept well to the southwest until
she struck the southeast trades. when
she swung around on her course, head
ed straight for her destination. II
was q pleasant voyage. devoid of In
cident, and the health Of all hands
was excellent. Mr.. Gibney took daily
observations. and was particular to
make daily entries In his log when
he, Scraggs, and McGuffey were not
playing cribbage, game Of which all
three were passionately fond.
On the afternoon of the twenty-ninth
day after leaving Panama the lookout
reported land. Through his glasses
Mr.. Glbney made out cluster of tall
palms at the southerly end Of the is
land, and as the schooner held lazily
on her course he could discern the
white breakers foaming over the reefs
that guarded the entrance to the har-
Dor.
That's Kandavu, al right" an
nounced the commodore. II was there
In 80 with Bill McGinty in the schoon-
er Dashin' Wave. There's the entrance
to the harbor, with the Esk reefs to
the north and the Pearl reefs to the
south. The channels very narrow
not more than three cables, II It's that,
but there's plenty of water and a
good muddy bottom that'll hold. Nc
Guffey, lad, better run below and tune
up your engines. It's too dangerous
a passage on an ebb-tide for sailin'
vessel, so Wen run In under the pow
err. Scraggsy, stand by and when ]
give the word have your crew shorten
sail"
Within q few minutes long white
| streak opened up In the wake Of the
schooner, announcing that McGuffey's
engines were doing duty, and a nice
breeze springing up two points aft
the beam. the Maggie heeled over and
fairly few through the water. Mr.. Glib
ney smiled an ecstatic smile as he
took the wheel and guided the schoon-
err through the channel. He rounded
her up in twelve fathoms, and within
five minutes every stitch of canvas
was clewed down hard and fast. The
sun was setting as they dropped an
Choir. and Mr.. Glbney had lanterns