. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). hi;; |H,a,;;l, l,o wliij) 1,1 k; sea, of ^ii and Uk; bi-oom. On the ucxL luj) w l,liroii;^li ;i Lonrlon foj^, The Thames run lirijjil, ;iji(| clc-u-,The Oceans brint; Ijirn wine, ICrn I forj^cl, my I (( my dear, my Iioy;;, Where the dancing dcjlphins play,Anr] 1,h(! shrimps and the sharks An; a,vin their larks,Ten tlujusand miles away! ? CHAPTER IX Y that time the short twiHght hadmerged into dusk. We were inshallow, reef-strewn water. Thewarning scrape of the center-board on the shoal interruptedthe Captains s
. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). hi;; |H,a,;;l, l,o wliij) 1,1 k; sea, of ^ii and Uk; bi-oom. On the ucxL luj) w l,liroii;^li ;i Lonrlon foj^, The Thames run lirijjil, ;iji(| clc-u-,The Oceans brint; Ijirn wine, ICrn I forj^cl, my I (( my dear, my Iioy;;, Where the dancing dcjlphins play,Anr] 1,h(! shrimps and the sharks An; a,vin their larks,Ten tlujusand miles away! ? CHAPTER IX Y that time the short twiHght hadmerged into dusk. We were inshallow, reef-strewn water. Thewarning scrape of the center-board on the shoal interruptedthe Captains song. Under hisorders I grabbed the haiil and fellover into the cockpit, with a halflength of wire rope in my hands. It had parted somewhere in the well! Captain S shoved the tiller hard over and we slipped into deepwater. We could feel the board drop its lengthout of the well. Now, me lads, said Captain S , weve a ticklish bit o sailin to do in this blinkin arbor,. 172 Beautiful Bermuda 173 afore we make St. Georges. Two of you pass arope forrad under her bows an haul it aft—thatcenterboard must come up! The Artist and I did as ordered. Then ensueda deal of hauling. It wasnt long before we foundthe board jammed fast at the bottom of the this discovery was made we were abreastof Three Sister Islands, in a tideway that racedover the coral with a sputtering gurgle. The wind was dead ahead and Captain S was sculling frantically to get through the narrowchannel. We made the cut in half an hour. Atthe Stocks it was dark. In this coral-strewn pas-sage a gust of wind caught the sail; the boomswung over, catching me full on the chest and ina frightful list we raced head on a reef and stuckfast. In the ensuing exciting moments, I wasblamed for the mishap—if I had not been in the way of the shifting sail, Captain S said, we had a good chance to clear the blinkin reef. Why 174 Isles in Summer Seas didnt I duck the boom shift? There was a dealm
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