Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-11-01

pull and IN jig tune tUc pulled up under
the counter of the Enmeiine SouIe."
the Sunk Rocks, wen heard horn, q very
familiar horn, wun Nv them horns carried in
them days by coasters and fishermen. You
turned it with crank and it made q noise
like chokin' buck sheep. hev turned wun
NV them cranks hours, hopin' sum brass
bound liner would veer OF and leye us afioat
The Sunk Rocks are bout y mile off shore,
just awash at mean high tide with bold water
all round um The tide wuz bout "a ebb
and I knowed that watever craft wuz onto
them rocks wuz 1ected till next high water.
If it held calm he stood a chance; il it cum
on rough, why sum insurance co. had bot
another coaster.
7 shed my jacket and give it to her for the
Station. The Skipper and John Cummings
were playin' hfteen-two on the messroom table.
"Somthin' ashore on the Sunk Rocks" see I.
''Man the bo't!" yells the Skipped, which we
did
on IL #. oar. We he'd little more than
half-mile pull and in jig time we pulled up
under the counter NV the Emmeline Soule,
Machias, Me-, Cap'n Jethro Soule. The SouIe
he'd drifted with the tide in that fog and slid
easy into sort NV cradle in the Sunk Rocks
Our Skipper hailed and faces hove in site
over the tafrail. Wun wuz red-face man with
row Nv white whiskers from wIln ear runnin'
round under his chin up to the other ear
The frunt NV his chin and upper lip wuz
shaved and he looked as If he wuz well past
seventy. The other wuz the face NV q girl
81 or so. with a strong, hansum face She
wore a soft, blue flannel shirt, open at the
neck, and wat you call 'em knickers or short
pants. thot her hair wuz dark brick thro
that fog. Them wuz Capn Jethro Soule and
his daughter Penelope. They wuz bound to
the Easterd light and gut off their course in
the fog Cant C0lf1a carried mat oI1vV
Soule, boy bout 20, hand and his daughter
Penelope cook. The mate made the painter
NV the surfboat fast to bit and we all clun1b
aboard. We were gittin' ready to git kedge
out astern agn high water when I noticed
Sam kept goppin' at this Penelope girl and
actin kind Nv foolish. Sam wuz a able hand
at wreck but board the Sou1e he kept gittin'
in his own way.
1T still held stark calm and there wuz nothin'
! to do but waite for the tide. This Penelope
girl asked us down to the cabin and bless nv
soull You ort to seen tall fitted up like
a lady'S bowdor-sensible furniture nice rugs,
books, magerdnes and in wun corner small
uprite pianer dashed to the tiYnbehs. Rite then
and there seen THAT able surfnan No. Of
the Gunboat shoal L.S.s. wuz hooked and
the barb sot
1t seems that this Penelope wuz a student
at sum female colleg and alIus spent her
vacashun goin' cook with her father on the
Emmelne. She wuz all he he'd and Capt
Jethro worshipped her. The old schooner wuz
restin easy and Cap'n Wells asked her to sing
sumthin. That girl new her people She
reched into rack, took out shete Nv musick,
suit her down to the pianer and struck up
AUNT Dinahs Quiltin' Party" The fust thing
we knowed Sam jined in with his fine tenor
We he'd reg'lar concert, everybody jined in
When You and Were Yung Maggie" THAT
Old Sweetheart Of Nine and a cuppIe nv
Gospel Hymns Let the Lower Lights BE
Burnin and Pull for the Shore" Then
Penelope excused herself and in no time give
us lunch 'twould make your mouth water.
her own bread, cold, tender corn beef tea
'twould bear up an egg, and JUICY huckIeberry
pie.
When Cap'n Wells asked Miss Penelope TO
sing somethin' and she sat her down to the
pianer and struck up Aunt Dinahs cuiItin,
Party" Sam he goes over and jines In As
he reches over to turn musick with his right
hand he rests his left wun liteIy on her
shoIder. Just then she turned her face no 10
his and the look she Civ him can't describe