. The Goblin January 1922. Sh-shnatractive girl. Sh otto be, sh-shdaughter va steel magnate. Avast There, My Hearties! A Rollicking Sea-Story. It was nearly midnight when I boarded a car at thewaterfront and, according to my custom, stood on the rearplatform prepared for a rough passage over the cobbles. At one street we picked up a sailor, a man of more thanmiddle age, dressed in the navy blue of the sea, the double-breasted reefer, anchor emblazoned buttons, wide bands ofgold upon the sleeves, above the peak of his cap, in giltletters, the magic word Captain. From the moment I saw this old s
. The Goblin January 1922. Sh-shnatractive girl. Sh otto be, sh-shdaughter va steel magnate. Avast There, My Hearties! A Rollicking Sea-Story. It was nearly midnight when I boarded a car at thewaterfront and, according to my custom, stood on the rearplatform prepared for a rough passage over the cobbles. At one street we picked up a sailor, a man of more thanmiddle age, dressed in the navy blue of the sea, the double-breasted reefer, anchor emblazoned buttons, wide bands ofgold upon the sleeves, above the peak of his cap, in giltletters, the magic word Captain. From the moment I saw this old salt I was intensely in-terested. I noticed how serenely he took the bumps as thefearless motorman urged the lurching carriole through theruts. This man had sea-legs, had had em for thousand gales had swept that rugged weather beatenface in countless voyages from old Newfoundland to Su- perior. The steel gray eyes beneath those shaggy brow»had peered through the swirling sleet storms of the Sault, andoff the reefs
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