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Updated: May 22, 2025

The first instance happened early last week. Tuesday tropical weather hit us and drove us into pajamas a cloudless sky, blazing sun, high humidity, while we ploughed our way across long, slow-rolling, unrippled swells that looked so much like a vast, gently heaving sea of petroleum that, had John D. Standardoil been with us he would have suffered a probably fatal attack of heart disease if prevented from stopping right there and planning a pipe line.

Edgar Beecher Bronson - The Red-Blooded Heroes of the Frontier