chip-and-reel

Updated: June 23, 2025

So Denman paced the deck, occasionally peeping down the engine-room hatch at the dynamo, and again trying the drift by the old-fashioned chip-and-reel log at the stern. When tired, he would sit down in the deck chair, which he had wedged between the after torpedo and the taffrail, then resume his pacing. As darkness closed down, he sought Florrie's door, and asked her if she would eat something.

Morgan Robertson - The Wreck of the Titan: or, Futility