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Every little rill and springlet ran like a mill-tail, while the main stream rushed and roared, foaming, leaping, lashing, its volume increased fifty-fold. The water was not roily, but of a rich coffee-color, from the leachings of the woods. No more trout for the next three days! we thought, as we looked upon the rampant stream.
The ship was new and good a pretty craft; she sat like a duck upon the water, and a stiff breeze carried her along the surface of the waves without your rocking, and pitching, and tossing, like an old wash-tub at a mill-tail, as I have had the misfortune to sail in more than once afore. No, no, we were well laden, and well pleased, and weighed anchor with light hearts and a hearty cheer.
The mill-life, too, was inexpressibly attractive the dark chamber with the great, green, dripping wheel in it, so awfully mysterious as the central life of the whole structure; the machinery connected with the wheel I knew not how; the hole where the roach lay by the side of the mill-tail in the eddy; the haunts of the water-rats which we used to hunt with Spot, the black and tan terrier, and the still more exciting sport with the ferrets all this drew me down the lane perpetually.
Every little rill and springlet ran like a mill-tail, while the main stream rushed and roared, foaming, leaping, lashing, its volume increased fifty-fold. The water was not roily, but of a rich coffee-color, from the leachings of the woods. No more trout for the next three days! we thought, as we looked upon the rampant stream.
We had had no observations for several days, and had been moving about by dead reckoning, in a part of the ocean where the tides run like a mill-tail, with the wind blowing a little hurricane. Even now, when her bows were half submerged, and without a stitch of canvass exposed, the Crisis drove ahead at the rate of three or four knots, luffing as close to the wind as if she carried after-sail.
Jaquis calls this side-stream "the mill-tail o' hell." Smith the Silent prepares to cross. It's all very simple. All you need is a stout pole, a steady nerve, and an utter disregard for the hereafter. When Smith is safe on the other shore we drive the horses into the stream. They shudder and shrink from the ice-cold water, but Jaquis and I urge them, and in they plunge. My, what a struggle!
"What's a mill-tail?" inquired Fred. "There he goes again!" said Mr. Button, holding up both hands in mock despair. "But I want to know whether or not you have been up to Cape Vincent to do anything about that bond," demanded Fred. "The bond isn't registered in my name anyway," answered Mr. Button. "Probably I couldn't get it if I wanted to." "But you don't answer my question."
Richard led the way on this, as on all other occasions that did not require the exercise of unusual abilities; and as he moved along, he essayed to enliven the party with the sounds of his experienced voice. This is your true sugar weather, Duke, he cried; a frosty night and a sunshiny day. I warrant me that the sap runs like a mill-tail up the maples this warm morning.
'I think you had better keep them for your bride if you have promised them to her, said Mrs. Garland mildly. 'It wasn't exactly a promise. I just said, "Til, there's some cap ribbons in my box, if you would like to have them." But she's got enough things already for any bride in creation. Anne, now you shall have 'em upon my soul you shall or I'll fling them down the mill-tail!
"If I did that's probably where he went." "Yes," said Fred, still persisting in asking questions, "but you don't say whether he is coming back or not." "That's quite true." "Is he coming?" "I cannot tell you." "Don't you know?" "Did any one ever hear such a pestiferous child!" said Mr. Button, laughing as he spoke. "His questions and his tongue run like a mill-tail."
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