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"Dang me!" he said, "if here ain't pig-headed Brent, steaming the 'Jewanita' straight to destruction." "Oh, are you sure it's Captain Brent?" cried Virginia. The Captain looked around in surprise. "If that there was Shreve's old Enterprise come to life again, I'd lay cotton to sawdust that Brent had her. Danged if he wouldn't take her right into the jaws of the Dutch."
Shreve's batt-men will carry it down the river." I was silent. "Rumour runs the woods like lightning," he said. "She will surely hear of this disgraceful scene.
"Dang me!" he said, "if here ain't pig-headed Brent, steaming the 'Jewanita' straight to destruction." "Oh, are you sure it's Captain Brent?" cried Virginia. The Captain looked around in surprise. "If that there was Shreve's old Enterprise come to life again, I'd lay cotton to sawdust that Brent had her. Danged if he wouldn't take her right into the jaws of the Dutch."
They strolled along Kearney Street and Post Street, and Susan selected an enormous bunch of violets at Podesta and Baldocchi's, declining the unwholesome-looking orchid that was Peter's choice. They bought a camera, which was left that a neat "P.W.C." might be stamped upon it, and went into Shreve's, a place always fascinating to Susan, to leave Mr.
"Why, no," answered she, puzzled. "There was an old fellow named Shreve who ran steamboats before Jackson fought the redcoats at New Orleans. In Shreve's time the cabins were curtained off, just like these new-fangled sleeping-car berths. The old man built wooden rooms, and he named them after the different states, Kentuck, and Illinois, and Pennsylvania.
I looked at her too, wondering what there was about an old coal-carrier that could pierce Captain Shreve's accustomed phlegm. The tow was passing abreast, but a couple of hundred yards distant. The tug was shortening the line, and on the hulk's forecastle-head a couple of hands were busy at a cathead, preparing to let go anchor.
I that is well poor Polly went quite mad over a pearl necklace at Shreve's and they told her to take it and wear it for a few days, thinking, I suppose, she would never give it up and would get the money somehow. She oh, it's too dreadful she lost it and she dares not tell Rex he's lost quite a lot of money lately and she's mad with fright and I told her " "Where did she lose it?
"Dang me!" he said, "if here ain't pig-headed Brent, steaming the 'Jewanita' straight to destruction." "Oh, are you sure it's Captain Brent?" cried Virginia. The Captain looked around in surprise. "If that there was Shreve's old Enterprise come to life again, I'd lay cotton to sawdust that Brent had her. Danged if he wouldn't take her right into the jaws of the Dutch."
"Why, no," answered she, puzzled. "There was an old fellow named Shreve who ran steamboats before Jackson fought the redcoats at New Orleans. In Shreve's time the cabins were curtained off, just like these new-fangled sleeping-car berths. The old man built wooden rooms, and he named them after the different states, Kentuck, and Illinois, and Pennsylvania.
A broken down old plug, built for heavy labor, and now rounding out an uninspiring existence by performing the most menial of tasks. An apt description what?" I noticed a faint smile crack the straight line of Captain Shreve's mouth. But it was Briggs who was unable to contain himself. He turned full upon the poor scribe, and plainly voiced his withering scorn.
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