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Now it may strike ye, gents, that I am not much of a sailor neither, to be driftin' about here at night in this fog instead of anchorin' and tootin' a foghorn; but ye see, I did anchor in the fore part of the night, and after Abner had gone to his bunk we don't keep regular watches, but kinder divide the night between us, when we are out on the bay, which isn't common, for we like to tie up at night, and do our sailin' in the daytime it struck me that as the tide was runnin' out we might as well let it take us to Simpson's Bar, which, if ye don't know this bay, is a big shallow place, where there is always water enough for us, bein' a good deal on the flat-bottomed order, but where almost any steamin' craft at low tide would stick in the mud before they could run into us.
And next night he couldn't well see, and he'd been dreadful sick all day, and he says to the master again, he says as he must go home. And the master, he says the same to him and Isaac stops. And on Friday afternoon he come home. And the shop had been steamin hot, but outside it was a wind to cut yer through. And his wife Judith says to him, 'Isaac, you look starved! and she set him by the fire.
Sometime near morning the Diver was seen making her way to the north as if setting out for a long voyage. The lights of the craft showed plainly that is, as plainly as lights ever show at that depth and the Sea Lion had no difficulty in following her. "She's steamin' up!" Jimmie cried, presently. "I believe she knows we're after her."
She's steamin' and of course she'd melt the snow about her boiler and stack," the farmer said. "But I didn't look that way." "Say!" demanded Bess, with some eagerness. "Is that Peleg's house near?" "Peleg Morton? Why, 'tain't much farther than ye kin hear a pig's whisper," said Mr. Snubbins. "I'm goin' right there, myself. My woman wants ter know is Celia all right.
Takin' a turn o' the line round the horn of his saddle, he reined in a bit, and then gave the spurs for another spurt, and soon after reined in again in fact, he jist played the wild horse like a trout, until he well-nigh choked him; an', in an hour, or less, he was led steamin', and startin', and jumpin', into the corral, where the man kept his other horses."
Don't leave them 'tatoes in that water so long! Why, child o' grace, don't you know yet, and you keepin' tavern, that soon's a potato is cooked it ought to be snatched out the pot and set to steamin', to get dry? Soggy potatoes gives you the dyspepsy and that's a disease I ain't sufferin' to catch. It makes folks so cross."
He often felt the necessity of asserting himself, lest he should presently hear his own passing-bell and epitaph. "I guess you needn't stop steamin' bread for me! I ain't half so stuffed up as I was yisterday!" Mrs. Pendleton clapped the loaf into the pot, wrinkling her face over the cloud of steam that came puffing into it. "There!" she exclaimed. "Now perhaps I can git a minute to se' down.
I kud see their long tongues lollin' out, an' the smoke steamin' from their open mouths. "Bein' now no longer hampered by the blanket, I made the best use I could o' my arms. Twice I got hold o' the lariat, but afore I kud set myself to pull up the runnin' hoss, it wur jerked out o' my hand agin.
"And yet you were afraid to come into the Nightmare's engine-room when we were runnin' trials!" "It's all a matter of taste," Pyecroft volunteered. "But I will say for you, Hinch, you've certainly got the hang of her steamin' gadgets in quick time." He was driving her very sweetly, but with a worried look in his eye and a tremor in his arm. "She don't seem so answer her helm somehow," he said.
But Josiah Allen, to prove he feared no danger, had insisted on leavin' the dressin' gown he worshipped hangin' up in the clothes press where the tank wuz. Alas! alas! as he brung it out drippin' and steamin' from the fiery bath, where wuz the once gay colors? Them tossels and red palm leaves on yeller ground that had so lately been the light of his eyes and desire of his heart?
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