Tom Watson's Magazine, Vol. I, No. 2, April 1905Various
Religion
Tom Watson's Magazine, Vol. I, No. 2, April 1905
Various
United States -- Politics and government -- Periodicals
“I decided that if ever we got ashore it would be to have the folks come
down to the beach and look at us and say, ‘How natural they look.’ Some
of the gingerbread works were carried away the first night of the blow,
and whenever the wind let up a bit the live stock would throw in a few
_ensembles_ that made one pray for more breeze. Yet the boat behaved
well, and if something hadn’t happened to the propeller we’d have come
through in rare form. But when the chief engineer began to parade out his
kit and try to mend things while standing on his head I knew the game was
getting serious. Now we were bumped by every billow, and I heard a petty
officer whisper that we were being driven far from our course.
“At last the kick stopped, or else we’d slipped out of the storm zone,
and at about three o’clock in the morning we dropped anchor near a dear
little island that the Captain couldn’t name with any great degree of
exactness.
“The anchorage was so good and the water so smooth that our engineer said
it would be easy to take the boat to pieces and put it together without
losing even a shingle nail. Well, you can indulge in a small wager that
we were all up and happy when we came near enough to smell the land. The
sky was clear and peppered over with incandescent lights, and Tib felt so
good that he waltzed up to the She Saxon and observed: ‘I regret you have
been inconvenienced by the storm.’
“Say, she just turned and dragged her two sapphires up and down his
anatomy as if he were a seven-leaf clover. Then she stabbed him four
times with as many glances and turned and walked forward to the Captain.
Cap wheeled around with his lips pursed up to say something unwholesome,
but seeing who it was he swallowed it, and it hurt. Then she asked
something in a low voice and he shook his head slowly. Then she stamped
her hoof and he seemed to give way. At last he called a man to him and
gave some orders. The next thing we knew a boat was dropped and she was
being rowed ashore by four sailors.
“‘Isn’t it rather dangerous to let the lady go ashore?’ asked Tib of the
Captain.
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