FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137  
138   139   140   141   142   143   >>  
switched the _Royal Bloodhound_ about, an' steamed off, with all sail spread, bound down t' the Grand Banks in a nor'west gale, with a burst o' snow t' season it. "We made the northerly limits o' the Grand Banks in fog an' ca'm weather. Black fog: thick 's mud. We lay to--butted a league into the pack-ice. Greasy weather: a close world an' a moody glass. "'Cap'n Sammy,' says I, on the bridge, 'there's no tellin' where a man will strike the fat.' "'Small chance for fat, damme!' says he, 'in fog an' broodin' weather.' "'Give her a show,' says I, 'an' she'll lighten.' "'Lighten?' says he. 'Afore night, Tumm, she'll blow this fog t' the Saragossa Sea.' "The glass was in a mean, poor temper, an' the air was still, an' thick, an' sweaty. "'Blow?' says he. 'Ay; she's breedin' a naughty nor'west gale o' wind down there.' "It seemed t' me then I seed a shadow in the fog; an', 'Cap'n Sammy,' says I, 'what's that off the port bow?' "'What's what?' says he. "'That patch o' black in the mist.' "'Tumm,' says he, 'you might tweak the toot-rope.' "The _Royal Bloodhound_ hadn't opened her mouth afore there came a howl from the mist. "Cap'n Sammy jumped. 'What d'ye make o' that?' says he. "'I make a ship,' says I. "He lifted his hand. 'Hark!' says he. "Whatever she was, she was yellin' for help like a bull in a bog. "'Whoo-o-o-oo! Whoo, whoo! Whoo-o-oo-_ugh_!' "Cap'n Sammy grinned. 'I make a tramp cotched fast in the ice,' says he. "'Whoo-o-oo-_ugh_! Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo-o-_oop_!' "'I make a tramp,' says he, rubbin' his hands, 'with her propeller ripped off.' "I reached a hand for the rope. "'Hol' on!' says he; 'you keep your hook off that there whistle.' "'I was thinkin',' says I, 't' speed a message o' comfort.' "'Let her beller a bit, ye dunderhead!' says he. "'What for?' says I. "'T' make sure in her own mind,' says he, 'that she needs a kindly hand t' help her.' "'Twould be easy enough for the steam-swiler _Royal Bloodhound_ t' jerk that yelpin' tramp, had she lost her propeller--as well she might, poor helpless lady o' fashion! in that slob-ice--'twould be easy enough t' rip her through a league o' the floe t' open water, with a charge or two o' good black powder t' help. "'Tumm,' says Cap'n Sammy, by an' by, 'how's the glass?' "'She've the look an' conduct o' the devil, sir.' "'Good!' says he. 'I hopes she kicks the bottom out. You might go so far as t' gi
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137  
138   139   140   141   142   143   >>  



Top keywords:
weather
 

Bloodhound

 

propeller

 
league
 

whistle

 

thinkin

 

ripped

 

reached

 

yellin

 

message


cotched

 
grinned
 

bottom

 
rubbin
 
beller
 

Whatever

 

charge

 

yelpin

 

helpless

 

twould


fashion

 

swiler

 

conduct

 

dunderhead

 

powder

 
Twould
 

kindly

 

comfort

 

bridge

 

tellin


Greasy

 

broodin

 
chance
 

strike

 

butted

 

spread

 

switched

 

steamed

 

season

 

northerly


limits
 
lighten
 

Lighten

 

opened

 

shadow

 
lifted
 

jumped

 
temper
 
Saragossa
 

sweaty