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Updated: June 2, 2025
The road by which she had just gone was now hardly visible. A fog rose from the sea and gradually blotted out everything. The plains, the hills, the cottages vanished one by one; and already, around me, veils of mist clung to the branches of the apple-trees. At regular intervals, the boom of the fog-horn startled the silence.
Last of all, an aged Japanese optician, who assumes a most knowing air, a look of sublime wisdom, goes off to forage in his back shop, and brings to light a steam fog-horn, a relict from some wrecked steamer. After dinner, the chief event of the evening is a deluge of rain, which takes us by surprise as we leave the teahouses, on our return from our fashionable stroll.
Silas licked his lips forgetting the paint and tried the deep ones agin. "Now mix 'em a bit," ses Mrs. Burtenshaw. Silas stared at her. "Look 'ere," he ses, very short, "do you think I'm a fog-horn, or wot?" He stood there sulky for a moment, and then 'e invented a noise that nothing living could miss hearing; even Bill couldn't.
The Force of Faith "The Victory that Overcometh" Fear and Faith Faith for the Future Some talk so hard about duty they have no strength left for deeds. When a good man gets down in the dirt some one is sure to stumble over him. Many a man who would make a first-class lighthouse is wasting his life trying to be a fog-horn. The mournful saint works a good deal more harm than the cheerful sinner.
But when he came on deck again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he was unaccompanied by the fog-horn. "Where the blamed thing's got to, I dunno, more'n the dead. I see it there, myself, not two days ago, but it ain't nowheres to be found now." "Rather orkard, Skipper, ain't it, in all this maze o' shippin'?" returned Mr. Topper with a half turn at the wheel.
Fog-horn Cranch's door, with instructions to meet them in the lobby the moment he returned, they all slipped on their overcoats, picked up their canes, and started for the theatre. Six young fellows, all with red blood in their veins, steel springs under their toes and laughter in their hearts!
It is Sunday afternoon; the fog-horn that Melchias Tibbitts gave it serves as bell; the battered schoolhouse as church; and for Sunday raiment? some little reverent, aspiring compromise of an unwonted white collar, stretched stiff and holy and uncomfortable about the stalwart neck above a blue flannel shirt, or a new pair of rubber boots the trousers much tucked in worn with an air of conscious, deprecating pride.
A raw beefsteak poultice He fancied the fog-horn was a little louder; he would need to keep more to the left or he would find himself hitting Mug's Landing, west of Island Park, or wind up away over at the Point somewhere. He resumed his paddling.
However, all the programmes were printed, and it was our last night on board, so they concluded to have the concert all the same. Down we all trooped into the saloon, and each item of that programme was punctuated by the stentorian BOO of the fog-horn every thirty seconds. You never heard anything so cute as the way it came in, right on time.
It was a note from a fog-horn for strenuousness, it seems to me, but the doomed voyager did not catch it. If he had but caught it, it would have saved him from several disasters: "If the American knows that you are traveling to take notes, he is interested in it, and at the same time rejoices in it, as in a tribute." Again, this is defective observation.
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