Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-10-13
Drifted In With the Tide
Cat Rescued at Sea Brings Boat Good Luck-Sedsick
Boys Fail to Steal Vessel-"Rain of Blood"
Terifes Sailor off africa.

sailed out one day in the first week
of September and began walking down
a hot. dusty road, the native carrying
an empty oil can. Every so often he
would stoop and scoop up handfuls of
tiny lizards and deposit them in the
can.
Duffy was curious. What are you
doing that for?" he asked.
I'VE boilS wild grass. Good for
cough"
1T might have been good at that"
Duffy told me. but I never found out.
He was heartbroken when I refused. :"
Easier to Be Sailor.
Mid-October is. when the winds start
believing over the seas, whipping and
singing the waters into tortured comb
ers. The North Atlantic weather
steadily is growing colder. Soon the
first ships will be in port sprouting
white whiSkerS of ice.
There Is heavy work ahead for deep
sea vessels, beating their way through
a threatening ocean, but no longer is
1t necessary to say God help the
sailors on night like this" Glass has
taken care of that glass and ma
chinery. Glass = inclosed pilot houses
protect officers and men; machinery
enables them to work in places shell
tered from the bite of gales.
"A sailor now" said old Magnus
Hall, a thick, nut-brown chunk OF a
man just of the Llewellyn and trying
to get the feel of floor that didn't
spin and heave. lis getting to be
pretty respectable sort of fellow. II
the weather gets biffy he don't work
Pretty soon we'll all be taking UNI
brellas on board with u.s."
The weather did get biffy few days
ago as the Llewellyn was on it's home
ward trek from Trinidad. i've never
seen a prettier blow" said Hall.
Different Ways Now.
The ships engines runibled a cease
less, throbbing tune, kettledrums TO
the oceans laundering trumpetS. The
men talked, smoked and read. Quite q
difference from the pork and bean days
when a storm meant back-breaklng
hand-ripping labor on treacherouS
decks or up aloft amid Tapping sails
and swaying booms which could knock
a man TO his death in the batting of
an eye.
Old Magnus enjoyed this storm. He
nibbled chocolate like lady" and
watched the sea spit at the Llewellyn
"A man could never see storm on a
windiammer for the water in it, he
a chance TO watch the sights"
The unannounced cruise of Nomad II,
a stately racing yacht from Leighton
Sea, England, to Warden Point, was, to
hear Alabama Jones tell it, a wild one,
beginning with an audacious robbery,
continuing with hazardous chase
through tumultous sea and ending
ANONYMOUSLY.
Apologies for Voyage.
Alabama a short. plump, Swarthy
Southerner. with cigarette stuck end
lessly in his round face, asked me to
make clear that his presence in the In
cident was made necessary by one of
those temporary come downs likely to
visit any gentleman these parlous
times.
Il amt no ferry-boat seaman and
amt. as a rule, nursemaid to no mil
| lionaires," he said from around the
| cigarette. And if that amt said by
! you there's trouble in store for you
when we meet again, which will be
Monday II I'm alive"
/ Passenger liners to Europe, it should
| be explained, are contemptuously called
ferry boats by deep-water sailors. and