Men, Women, and Boats
respondent, agitatedly. "Don't ta
"I was just thinking ab
rom the sea in the south, changed to full gold. On the northern horizon a new light appeared, a small bluish gleam
ended far under the rowing-seat until they touched the feet of the captain forward. Sometimes, despite the efforts of the tired oarsman, a wave came piling into the boat, an icy wave of the night,
to row until he lost the ability, and then arouse the
blinded him. And he rowed yet afterward. Then he touched a man in the bottom of th
sitting position. They exchanged places carefully, and the oiler, cuddling
the boat headed so that the tilt of the rollers would not capsize her, and to preserve her from filling when the crests rushed pas
e that the captain was awake, although this iron man seemed to be alwa
ed him. "Yes. Keep it about
clumsy cork contrivance could donate, and he seemed almost stove-like when a rower, whos
s arm was around the oiler's shoulders, and, with their fragmentary clothing and haggard
with a roar and a swash into the boat, and it was a wonder that it did not set the cook afloat in his life
Billie," said the co
," said the oiler, and lay
t thought that he was the one man afloat on all the oceans. The wind
ing trail of phosphorescence, like blue flame, was furrowed on
the correspondent breathed with t
de the boat, and might almost have been reached with an oar. The correspondent saw an enormous fin sp
eemed to be asleep. He looked at the babes of the sea. They certainly were asleep. So, b
vals long or short, fled the long sparkling streak, and there was to be heard the whirroo of the dark fin. The
h the same horror that it would if he had been a picnicker.
to awaken by chance and keep him company with it. But the captain hung motionless over th