The Munity of the Elsinore

of men. I sometimes wonder where they find them. And we do our best with them, and someh

er soft pretty dress with the brute faces and rags of the men I had noticed, I

oncern with which she enunciated her view. It was because she was a woman, and so different from th

r father's er, er sang froid du

hands from his po

led as I nodde

ne we were running into San Francisco. It was in the Dixie, a ship almost as big as this. There was a

ift flood tide, too; and the men, both watche

e hundreds of passengers, men, women, and children. Father never took his hands from his pockets. He sent the mate for'ard to superintend rescuing the passengers, who were already climbing on to ou

more sails?"

hat kept her from sinking instantly was the bow of the Dixie jammed into her side. By sett

looked at father, there he was, just as I had always known him, hands in pockets, walking slowly up and down, now giving an order to the wheel you see, he had to direct th

e poor, drowning ones, but he

d cool he saved hundreds of lives. Not until the last person was off the steamboat he sent

d at me with shining

ress seems to me almost unearthly and beyond human. I can't conceive of myself acting that way, and I am confident

defended loyally. "Onl

felt she had

routed out of the forecastle by Sundry Buyers, forever tenderly pressing his abdomen with his hands. Another man was helping Sundry Buyers at routing out the sailors. I asked Mr.

gh he looked as if he had lived a very long time

ured and muddy; his shav

consumption. Little life as Sundry Buyers showed, Nancy showed even less life. And these were bosuns! bosuns

posed to boss. And the men! Doré could never have conjured a more delectable hell's broth. For the firs

ed, some even tottered,

what Miss West had just told me that ships always s

feeble-minded. And I, too, wondered where such a

with all of them. Their

The several quite fairly large men I marked were vacant-faced. One