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As I recall the details, people in a boat, passing down the Thames, saw a carpet-bag hung high in air, on one of the projections of a pier of Waterloo Bridge. Being with difficulty dragged down or perhaps up this bag was found to be full of human remains, dreadful butcher's business of joints and fragments.
Five hundred years later it became "Regis," a haven and chartered borough under Edward I, and from this far-off time dates the unique stone pier called the "Cobb," restored many times since. The town suffered much from French attacks and revenged itself by sending ships to harry the commerce of the then arch-enemy.
He strolled out to the pier and watched the last ropes cast loose. The ship was not large, and even in the dark it seemed dingy and dilapidated. He guessed that, big or small, this boat would carry her crew to some distant quarter of the world, and therefore to a place to be desired. A strong voice gave an order from the deck a hard voice with a ring in it like the striking of iron against iron.
"I guess we were so upset we didn't think straight. Why?" "The mainland team found a log. It had a yoke on it. Apparently the houseboaters had taken a lesson from the incident on the pier and were waiting for Spindrift traffic on the water. We think they waited until they heard the sound of the Spindrift speedboat, then took the pram and cut across the course hauling a log on a long rope."
During the more crowded time of the travelling season it is not undramatic, and certainly entertaining, to stand on the deck of the little boat, looking up at the vast pier and platform some twenty or thirty feet above one's head, and see the flood of passengers descending in ceaseless procession; and more wonderful still, the baggage being hurled down the 'shoots. On nights of pressure this may take nearly an hour, and yet not a second appears to be lost.
"To see what, child men misled and on a strike and the mills all closed down! It means much trouble, and perhaps disaster for the Harrises." "Oh, no, mother, all will soon be well. Let us go on the deck." Alfonso led his mother, and Leo took Lucille up among the passengers. They were just in time to see the white cloud of fluttering handkerchiefs on the pier.
He will go down to the pier, and expect to find us all there." "Gossifus! we shan't be dar!" exclaimed Cyd, whose imagination was lively enough to enable him to picture the scene that would ensue. "What then, Cyd?" "Golly! Massa Kun'l up and rave like he neber did afore," replied Cyd, who appeared to enjoy the idea. "Well, what then?" "Dunno. He can't help hisself," chuckled Cyd.
Glancing at each hastily the collector detached from it the slip with the number at the bottom and handed the number back, to be presented at the inspector's desk at the pier, where customs inspectors were assigned in turn. "Number 140 is the one we want to watch," I heard Herndon whisper to Kennedy. "That tall dark fellow over there."
As you say, Rick, diving certainly develops the appetite!" They docked, and Tony and Zircon went off to see about preparing sandwiches. The boys decided that rather than carry the tanks back and forth from the pier to the shed, it would be more sensible to bring their small, portable gas-driven compressor to the pier.
"Rudolph, do you remember that evening the first summer that I knew you at Fortress Monroe, when we sat upon the pier so frightfully late, and the moon rose out of the bay, and made a great, solid-looking, silver path that led straight over the rim of the world, and you talked to me about about what, now?" "Oh, yes, yes! I remember perfectly! One of the most beautiful evenings I ever saw.
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