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Updated: May 17, 2025
There was a hissing and gurgling sound, and millions of bubbles began to show on the surface of the limpid fluid in which floated the Nama. The water came in from below, through the seventy openings in the floor of each lock, being admitted by means of pipes and culverts from the upper level. As the water hissed, boiled and bubbled while it flowed in Blake took moving pictures of it.
The Brazilian ship now began drawing away, aided by her own engines, and by the tow ropes extending from the other side of the lock wall. The Nama, which had been partly lifted up in the air, as a vessel in the Arctic Ocean is lifted when two ice floes begin to squeeze her, now dropped down again, and began settling slowly in the water. "She's sinking!" cried Blake. "Our cameras our films, Joe!"
"There goes the Nama," called Blake, pointing to the tug. As he spoke she began to settle more rapidly in the water, but she did not sink altogether from sight, as she was towed toward the shore, and went down in rather shallow water, where she could be more easily reached for repairs. "It was a narrow escape," Joe said. "What are we to do now, Blake?
"Let's watch and await developments." "But what object could he " "Never mind now," rejoined Blake, with a gesture of caution. Several busy days followed the sinking of the Nama.
A canoe was now sent to the village of Nama, and after considerable hesitation the natives were induced by a promise of some red cloth to take the Frenchmen to the scene of the shipwreck about a mile off, near Païon and opposite Ambi, where amongst the breakers at the bottom of a sort of shelving beach anchors, cannons, and cannonballs, and many other things were made out, leaving no doubt as to the facts in the minds of the officers of the Astrolabe.
And how smart they be, who can answer their questioning, questionin' about every thing. Nobody can't Josiah can't, nor I, nor nobody. Pretty soon she looked up at the comet; and says she, "Nama," she can't say grandma, "Nama, is that God's comma?" Now, jest see how deep that wuz, and beautiful, very.
Hold fast to the love of Hari's name. Says Nâmâ, be steadfast in singing the name and then Hari will appear to you." Tukârâm is better known than Nâmdev and his poetry which was part of the intellectual awakening that accompanied the rise of the Maratha power is still a living force wherever Marathi is spoken. He lived from 1607 to 1649 and was born in a family of merchants near Poona.
Hastily the cameras, the boxes of exposed and unexposed film, were hoisted out, and then when all had been saved that could be quickly put ashore, the tug was slowly towed out of the way, where it could sink and not be a menace to navigation, and without blocking the locks. "Poor Nama" murmured Captain Watson.
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