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"Lunatics!" gasped Mulcher. "Greer and I fancied someone scuttled the Minnie B," explained Madden with a frown, "but that's no sign such a person is aboard the Vulcan." "They are wonderful like, sir," observed Gaskin. "Anyway we'll look her over." The men agreed and began scattering away, two by two for companionship. Presently from the port side Hogan raised his voice guardedly.
However, everyone seemed quite cheerful. The talk was naturally of the war. The officers were speculating upon the entrance of Italy and Turkey into the struggle. Presently Captain Ames touched an electric button and Gaskin, serene, deferential and wearing an added dignity along with his new uniform, entered the cabin with a basket full of ice and bottles on his arm.
Madden's thin undershirt clung sweatily to the muscular ridges down his back and moulded the graceful deltoid at the shoulder. Madden pushed back his figures as Gaskin entered with a tray. The cook's face was scarlet and dripping. "How much provisions have we on board, Gaskin?" "Another month's supplies, sir most of the stores was on the Vulcan, sir." Gaskin was dignified even in the heat.
The coming night was arranged for, but for morning, the names of Heck Mulcher, Ben Galton and Caradoc Smith stood in order. Madden was just marking these men when there was a tap at the door. Upon call, Gaskin, the cook, entered, bearing a big tray of dishes, "Yer dinner, sir," he said, very respectfully.
Stead goes on to add: "Four evenings after all this occurred my friend related it to me as we were riding along the same road. He continued to pass there many times every year for ten years, but never a day saw anything of that sort." My next case, a reproduction of a letter in the Occult Review of September, 1906, reads thus: "A Phantom Horse and Rider Mrs. Gaskin Anderston's Story
"Yes," said Leonard, answering the half question, "it's a very necessary precaution, and I hope this small reduction will be sufficient." "Thankee very much, sir." Gaskin made a little bob and withdrew ceremoniously. Madden knew that Gaskin would continue to bob and thank as long as he had strength to do either. Reducing the rations was not a sudden impulse with Madden.
When Gaskin placed the soup on the table, Madden became aware that the dock was rolling rather heavily, for the liquid spilled over the side of the plate, while dishes and tureens went coasting up and down the boards. "Getting rough outside," remarked the lad to the servant, who was lighting a lamp. "A bit 'eavier, sir," replied Gaskin self effacingly.
He was clothed with tatters of old ship's canvas and old sea cloth; and this extraordinary patchwork was all held together by a system of the most various and incongruous fastenings, brass buttons, bits of stick, and loops of tarry gaskin. About his waist he wore an old brass-buckled leather belt, which was the one thing solid in his whole accoutrement. "Three years!" I cried.
Madden had an impression that Caradoc was smiling in the darkness. Just then Gaskin began laughing shrilly in a queer metallic voice. "Quit that!" snapped half a dozen thick voices at once, as if his laughter had violently shocked their tense nerves. Gaskin pointed a stumpy arm off the starboard bow, "Look! Look!" he gasped. "It's that rotten whiskey! Whiskey done it! Whiskey made me see that!
The book contains some charming illustrations, borders, etc., by the Birmingham students under the superintendence of Mr. Gaskin, and Mr. Baring Gould has added numerous notes. This book and the next have been printed in a special heavy type by Messrs. Constable. A collection of the best verse inspired by the birth of Christ from the Middle Ages to the present day. Mr.
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