. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. to get on board, someway, to make them understand, forthe wind alone was carrying themfour or five knots an hour, so Iworked round to windward, went broadside on, and when a wave slungme up against her I jumped for all I was worth. I went clean over andlanded, sprawled out at full length on the deck, in a foot or more of saltwater. It didnt take me long to give the captain his points, you bet. Do you know this coast ? he shouted. Every inch of it, sir, I yelled. Wheres Sheep Island ? he asked, and a half-dozen other pointsi
. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. to get on board, someway, to make them understand, forthe wind alone was carrying themfour or five knots an hour, so Iworked round to windward, went broadside on, and when a wave slungme up against her I jumped for all I was worth. I went clean over andlanded, sprawled out at full length on the deck, in a foot or more of saltwater. It didnt take me long to give the captain his points, you bet. Do you know this coast ? he shouted. Every inch of it, sir, I yelled. Wheres Sheep Island ? he asked, and a half-dozen other pointsin the same way, and I gave them to him quick as I could breathe. Come up on the bridge, he said, by way of winding up, and therewas nothing for me but to obey, for you see Dicks boat was smashedand o-one adrift. All my stores were at the bottom of the sea, and I hadno money to pay my fare, so twas either work my passage or be putashore to walk home. I worked it, I tell you. Oh! but its fun beingpilot, if you only had time enough to appreciate it. Coffee, soup, every. THE BELL BUOY.
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