The Deep Sea's Toll. James B. Connolly

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066232078

Table of Contents

       ILLUSTRATIONS

       The Sail-Carriers

       The Wicked “Celestine”

       The Truth of the Oliver Cromwell

       Strategy and Seamanship

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       Dory-Mates

       The Salving of the Bark Fuller

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

       VI

       VII

       On Georges Shoals

       Patsie Oddie’s Black Night

ILLUSTRATIONS

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The Sail-Carriers

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      IT was a howling gale outside, but howling gales were common things to Peter, and he did not see why this one need hinder his taking a little stroll along the docks. Something in the appearance of the vessel just rounding the Point helped to give new life to the idea he had been entertaining for some minutes now—that a little trip along the harbor front wouldn’t be a half bad notion.

      Exactly what that something was Peter could not say. Queer inner workings were not to be argued as if they were Trust or Tariff questions; but this vessel—and she certainly was an able vessel—and the vessel just before her was an able vessel too—both these vessels, he might say, tearing around the Point, rails buried and booms dragging, did suggest in some way Peter couldn’t quite reason out, that his intended little voyage was a good idea.

      It had been ever so with Peter. Never one of his favorites came swinging in before a breeze that he did not begin to get nervous. So, having made a note of the Colleen Bawn, Tom O’Donnell master, under a note of the Nannie O, Tommie Ohlsen master, and seeing nothing further to hinder he just the same as conferred a decoration on the most meritorious of his volunteer staff by giving him full charge of the tower while he should be gone. Then, with conscience clear, he climbed down the winding back stairs and out onto the street.

      In and about among the wharves did Peter jog under easy sail until he felt somewhat more rested. He was, indeed, about to return to Crow’s Nest, but happening to glance down Duncan’s Dock, he made out Dexter Warren painting dories under the lee of the long shed. “Miracles!” murmured Peter, “Dexter’s workin’.” Picking his course СКАЧАТЬ