The Young Wireless Operator—With the U. S. Secret Service: Winning his way in the Secret ServiceTheiss, Lewis E. (Lewis Edwin)
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The Young Wireless Operator—With the U. S. Secret Service: Winning his way in the Secret Service
Theiss, Lewis E. (Lewis Edwin)
Radio -- Juvenile fiction; Secret service -- United States -- Juvenile fiction
The scene he had witnessed while he was waiting for the _Lycoming_
to get into her pier was reënacted now, though with this difference.
The throng that awaited the arrival of the _Lycoming_ was composed
almost wholly of native Americans, and mostly of people of means and
culture. They were quiet and self-contained. The crowd Willie saw
now was largely made up of Greeks, Italians, Syrians, Turks,
Armenians, and other strange peoples from strange lands. It was an
interesting, picturesque crowd, and Willie was glad of a chance to
see all these foreigners at such close quarters. But what a
difference there was in their behavior!
“My gracious!” thought Willie. “You might think there was a fire, or
at least a prize-fight going on, the way they talk.”
It was no wonder Willie was so amazed at the manner of conversation
he now beheld. Such violent gestures, such excited explosive speech,
he had never before witnessed. He could hardly believe that anybody
could converse in that way except under stress of violent emotion.
Yet what he saw now was hardly a circumstance to what he saw later,
when the boat was docked, and these foreign folks were greeting
their compatriots from far lands.
But at first Willie had eyes for nothing but luggage. He had
delivered his letter to Mr. Henderson, and found Mr. Easterly; and
with him, he took up a position where he could watch the incoming
baggage put ashore.
Interesting enough was the manner of its delivery. Huge slings or
nets made of rope were lowered into the hold, by a long derrick arm.
The nets were filled with trunks and bags and boxes and bales. Then
the donkey engines rattled and up through the open hatchways came
the laden slings. A moment the loads dangled in air, while the
cumbersome derrick arms swung round. Then the slings were lowered to
the decks. Strong hands threw back the nets and, lifting the
contents, sent trunk after trunk, box after box, and bundle after
bundle, down an inclined conveyor to the pier, where gangs of
freight handlers stood in line, with hand trucks, to wheel each
piece of baggage to the proper place on the pier.
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