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THE MILLS OF SAVAGE GODS:
BT ALFRED HENRY LI3WI&
WRITTEN FOR THE SUNDAY REPUBLIC.
"Thar might, of course, be romances In
the West." observed Old Cattleman, re
flectively. In response to my question, "but
the folks alnt got no time. Romance that
a -way demands leesure, an' a party baa to
be more or less Idlln' about to get what
you-all might style romantlo action. Take
that war-els whereof I recently relates, an'
wherein this yere 'Wild BUI HIckox -wipes
.out the SlcCandlas cans complete six 10
Is Coifs, four to his Dowle, an- one xo
In Hawkins rifle: eleven In all I ask him
myse'f later when he's able to talk, don't
he regyard the eeplsooe as some romantic
An' Bill says. "No. don't notice no romance
tharln; what Impresses me most Is that
he' shore a zealous fight also, mighty
busy.'
"Injuns would be romantic a heap, only
they's so plumb Ignorant they never once
aveys. Thar's no Injun word for roman
tic; them benighted savages never tumblln
to seen a thine as romance beln' possible.
An' yet, as I states yerotofore. said abo
rigines engages In plays which a eddicated
Eastern taste with leesure on Its hands an
gropm' about for entertainment, would
pass on as romantic.
"When I'm pesterln' about the Osages on
that one o'casion when I'm tryln' to make
a roundup of my health, the old buck
Strike Axe relates to me a tale which I
allers look on as possessln' elements. WU1
I tell It to you-allT Shore; an' it's as sim
ple an' straight as the slehts of a Winches
ter. It's about a squaw an' three bucks,
an' thar"s enough blood In it to paint a
wagon. Which I reckons now I'll relate it
.plain an easy; an ireo oi inera itm
wherewith a professional racontoor is so
prone to overload his narratives.
"The Black Cloud is a Osage medicino
man an' has repocte about Greyhoss. whar
he's pitched Wb tepee an" abides. He's got
nnuaw. Sunhrleht. an' he's plenty jealous
of this yere little Sunbrlght. Tho Black
Cloud has three squaws, an Sunbrlght is
the youngest. The others Is Sunbright's
' 1rr far n. Osace weds all tho sisters of a
fam'ly at onct thataway, the oldest goln' to-
Wis front at ine nupuius w " " -game
fer tho entire outfit.
"Now, this Sunbrlght ain't overenamored
. cf Black Cloud; he's only a halfbreed Injun
' far one thing, his father beln" a buffalo man
(negro) who's J'Ined tho Osages, an' Sun
brlght don't take kindly to his nose, which
is some flatter than the best rools of Osage
beauty demands i an' likewise that's kinks
in his ha'r. Still, Sunbrlght sort o' keeps
her aversions to herse'f, and if it ain't fer
"what follows she most likely would have
traveled to her death blankets and been
given a seat on a hill with a house of rocks
bullt 'round her the amo beln' the usual
burial play of a Osage without Black Cloud
ever saveyln' that, so far from lnterestla'
Sunbrlght, he only makes her tired.
"Black Cloud's camp is at Greyhoss, the
same beln' a Osage village. Over south,
across the Arkansas an' eome'ers between
the Polecat and Clmmaron. tsar's a young
Creek buck called the Lance. He's straight
, an' slim an' strong as the weepon he's
named fer; an' he. like Black Cloud, is a
medicine sharp of cel'bratlon, an' 'way up
, In the papers. The Creeks Is never weary
talkln' 'bout the Lance, an what a marved
,a a medicine man he is; also, by way of ln
ultln" the Osages, they declars onhesltattn'
that the Lanes lavs over Blaek Cloud like
four tens over an ace-high, an' offers to bet
hosses an' blankets, an' go as far as tho
Osages likes, that this is troo.
By what Strike Axe Informs me an- n
i"t nono likely to overplay in his state
ntsbv what Strike Axe tells me, I says
too Lanco must shore nave been a Jo-
darter as a medicine man. Let it get oar
with the night an' no moon in the skies, an'
the Lance could take you-all into his medi
cine lodge, an the next news you'd set,
you'd hear the sperits flappln' their pinions
Ilka some one flappln a blanket, an' thar"d
be whieperln's an coin's on outside tho
lodge an in, while Are eyes would show
an burn an' glower up in the peak of the
teepee; an' all plenty skeary an' mystl
fyln'. Besides these yere accomplishments,
the Lance Is one of them mesmerism sports
who can set anamlles to dreamln'. Ho coulft
call a coyote or a fox or even so fitful an'
nervous a prop'sltlon as a antelope; an'
little by little, snuffln' an snortin', or IX it's
"a coyote, whinln", them anlmlles would ap
proach the Lanco ontil they're that dost
he'd tickle their heads with his fingers
while they stands shlverln' an, sweatla with
all sorts of apprehensions. Tou can put a
bet on it, son, that accordln' to this on
biased buck. Strike Axe, the Lanes is on
doubted the high kyard among medicine
en throughout the entire Injun range.
Nacherally. the Black Cloud is soma
heated agln the Lance, an' looks on him
with a baleful eye, as a rival. Still, Black
Cloud has his nerve with him constant, an'
tharfore one day when the "Osages an
Creeks has been dispootin touchln' the re
spective powers of him an the Lance, an'
this yere latter Injun offers to coma over to
Qreyhoss an' make medicine agln him.
Black. Cloud never hesitates or hangs back
like a dog onder a wagon, but calls the bluff
a heap prompt an' tells the Lance "to come
a-runnln.
"Which the day Is set, an" th Lance
shows in the door, as monta sharps would
say. Black Cloud an' the Lance tharupon
Indulges themse'fs, an' delights the assem
ant
Jfc.
TffH .a,
"THAT EVEKIX' AS THE LANCE
bled Creeks an Osages with their whole box
o' tricks, an" each side is braggin' and"
boastln' an' puttln' it up that their gent is
most likely the soonest medicine man who
ever paints his face black. It's about a
even break between the two.
"Black Cloud accomp'nles hlmse'f to this
contest with a pure-white pony which has
eyes red as roobles a kind o Albino pony
an' he gives it forth that this yere milk
colored broncho is his 'big medicine," or fa
miliar spertt. The Lance observes that this
little red-eyed hoss Is mighty Impressive
to the savages, be they Creeks or Osages.
At last he says to Black Cloud:
" To show how my medicine is stronger
than yours, to-morry I'll make your red
eyed big medicine broncho go lame In his
right hind laic'
"Black Cloud grins scornful at this. He
allows that no sport can make his white
pony go lame.
-"He's plumb wrong. The next mornin"
the white pony Is llmpin' an' draggln' his
nigh hind hoot, an" when he's, standtn' still
he p'lnts the toe down like somethln's
fetched loose. Black Cloud Is sore; but he
can't find no cactus thorn nor nothin' to
bring about the lameness and he don't know
what to make of the racket. Black Cloud's
up agMnst It,an' the audience begins to "sger
that the Lance's medicine. Jest as he claims,
is too strong fer Black Cloud.
"What's the trouble with the red-eyed
pony? That's simple enough, son. The
Lance done creeps over in the night an" ties
a hoss ha'r tight about the pony's lalg
above the fetlock. Black Cloud ain't up to
no aech move, the same beln' a trade secret
of the Lance's; an" beln" the hoss ha'r Is hid
in the ha'r on the pony's lalg, no one notes
its presence.
"After Black Cloud looks his red-eyed big
medicine pony all over, an' can't onder
stand its lameness, the Lance asks him will
he cure It Black Cloud, who's scowlln' like
a thunderstorm by now, retorts that he
will. So he gets his pipe an' fills It with
medicine tobacco an' blows a mouthful of
smoke in the red-eyed pony's nose. Such
remedies don't work; that pony still limps
on three laigs, draggln' the afflicted mem
ber mighty pensive.
"At last the Lance gives Black Cloud a
patronlxln' smile an' says that his medl
cine'll cure the pony, sound an' well, while
you're crackln' off a gun. He walks up to
the pony an' looks long in its red eyes; the
pony's y'ears an tall droops, its head
hangs down, an' It goes mighty near to
sleep. Then the Lance rubs his hand two
or three times up an' down the lama lalg
above the fetlock an" nacherally elim'nates
that hossha'r ligature, an' no one the wiser.
A moment after ha wakes up the red-eyed
pony, an' to the amazement of the Osages
an' the onbounded delight of the Creeks,
the pony Is no longer lame an' said lalg;
lata afflicted Is as solid an' healthy as a
sod house. What's bigger medicine still,
the red-eyed pony begins to follow the
Lanes about Ilka a dog an' same as if if s
enamored of his; an' to bite an' r"ar an'
pitch an' jump sideways If Blaek Cloud
tries to put his paw on him. Then all th
Injuns yells with one volcei
" The Lance has won the Black Cloud's'
big medicine red-eyed pony away from
him
'The Lance is shore th limit, they says;
an' Black Cloud discovers that ho ain't a
four-spot by compar'son. His repootatlon
is gone, an' the Lance regyarded as the
fashionable medicine man along the ArVty.
saw.
"Sunbrlght is toohtn on at these maneov
ers rv been chroniclln", and' her heart goes
out to the Lanes; She falls more deeply in
lova with him than aven the red-eyed
bronco does. That evenln' as th Lance is
goln' to his camp onder the cottonwoods, ha
meets up with Sunbrlght standln' plumb
still In his path with her head bowed like a
flower that's gona to sleep. The Lane
saveys; he knows Sunbrlght; likewise h
knows what her plantln' horas'f in his way
an' her droopln' attitood means. He looks
at her, an' says:
" 1 am a guest of th Osage, as to
night is not the night. Wait until th
Lance is in his own Usee on th Pole Cat)
then coma' s
"Sunbrlght never moves, sever looks cut
but she hears an' knows this is right No
buck should steal a squaw while he's a
guest. The Lane walks on an' leaves her
standln', head bowed an' motionless.
"Two days lattr, the Lanco is ag'in in his
teepee. Sunbrlght counts th Urn an
knows that he must b thar. She .creeps
from the camp of Black Cloud an starts
on her journey to b a new wife to a. new
husband.
"Sunbrlght is a mils from p when
she's interrupted. It's Black Cloud who
heads her off. Black Cloud .may not b th
boss medicine man. but he's no fool an"
his eyes is Ilk a wolfs eyes an' can see
in th dark. He guesses th naw lov which,
has stampeded Sunbrlght.
"Injuns Is a mighty our'oas outfit. Now
if Sunbrlght had succeeded in gettbr to
the lodge of her naw husband, th dlvoro
between her an Black Cloud would bar
been complete, Moreover, if on th day
followln' or at any time. Black Cloud had
found her thar, he wouldn't have so much
as wagged a y"ar or batted' a' eye In
recognition. Ha wouldn't have let on he so
much as hears of a squaw called 'Sun
bright.' This ca'mness would b bom at
two causes. It would bo ag'in Injuns U-
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queUe to go trackln an' squanderln" about
makln' a onseemly uproar an' dlsturbln' the
gen'ral peace for purely private causes.
Then ag'in it would be beneath the dignity
of a high-grade savage an' big medicine
sharp to conduct hlmsel'f like he'd miss so
trival a thing as a squaw.
"But ontil Sunbrlght fulfills her elopement
projects an' establishes herse'f onder the
protcctln' wing of her new love, she's run
nln resks. She's still the Black Clouds
squaw; an' after she pulls her marital pick
et pin, an while she's gettln' away, if the
bereaved Black Cloud crosses up with her
he's free, onder the license permitted to In
jun husbands, to kill her an" skelp her an
dispose of her as consists best with his no
tion. "Sunbrlght knows this; an' when she runs
ag'in the Black Cloud In her flight she seats
herse'f In the long prairie grass an' covers
her head with her btanket an" speaks nev
er a word.
" 'Does Sunbrlght so love me.' says Black
Cloud, turnln' a heap sarkastlc, 'that she
comes to meet me? Is it for me she has
combed her ha'r an put on new feathers
an' beads? Does she wear her new blanket
an paint her face bright for Black Cloud?
Or does she dress herse'f like the sun for
that Creek dog, tho Lance? Sunbrlght
makes no reply. Black Cloud looks at her
a moment an' then goes on: 'It's for the
Lance! Good! I will fix the Sunbrlght so
she will be a good squaw to my friend the
Lance an' never run from his lodge as sha
does now from Black Cloud's.'
"With that he stoops down, an' a slash
of his knife cuts the heel tendons of Sun
bright's right foot. She groans an' writhes
about the prairie, while Black Cloud puts
his knife back in his belt, gets Into his sad
dle ag'in an" rides away. The next day a
Creek boy finds the body of Sunbrlght
where she rolls herse'f Into the branch and
Is drowned.
"When the Lance heart the story an' sees
the knife slash ci Sunbright's heel, he
reads the trooth. It gives him a bad heart;
he paints his face red an' black an' thinks
how he'll be revenged. Next day he sends
a runner to Black Cloud with word that
Black Cloud has done stole his hoss. This
is to arrange a fight on virtuous grounds.
The Lance says that Is two days, when the
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THE COTTONWOODS, HE MEETS
An Indian
bright's
sun Is overhead. Black Cloud must come to
the three cottonwoods near the mouth of
the Clmmaron an' light or the Lance on
the third day an' each day after will hunt
for him as he'd hunt a wolf ontil Black
Cloud Is dead. The Black Cloud's game, an'
sends back word that on the second' day
he'll be thar by the three cottonwoods whan
the sun is overhead; also that he will fight
with four arrows.
"Then Black Cloud goes at once, for ha
has no time to lose, an' kills a dog near
his lodge. He cuts out Its heart an' car
ries It to the rocky canon, where the rat
tlesnakes have a village. Black Cloud
throws the dog's heart among them, an"
teases them with It, an' the rattlesnakes
bite the dog's heart ug'ln an' ag:n' ontil it's
as full of p'lsen as Huggins Is of rum.
After that. Black Cloud puts the p'lsened
heart In the hot sun" an' lets it fret an'
fester ontil Just before he goes to his
dooel with the Lance. As he's about to
start Black Cloud dips the four steel arrow
heads over an' over In the p'lsened heart,
beln' careful to dry the p'lsen on the arrow
heads; an' now whoever Is touched with
those arrows so that tho blood comes is
shore to die. The biggest medicine in the
cation couldn't save him.
"Thar's forty Osages and forty Creek
bucks at the three cotton woods to see that
the doellsts gets a squar' deal. The Lanes
and Black Cloud Is thar; each has a bow
an' four arrows; each has made medicine
all night that he may kill his man. But
the dooel strikes a obstacle.
'That's a somber, sullen sport among th
Osages who's troo name Is the 'Bob-cat.'
but who's called tho "Knife Thrower.' Th
Bob-cat Is one of the Osage forty. Onknown
to the others, this yere Bob-cat who It
looks like Is a mighty Impressionable savage
la hlmse'f In lova a whole lot with the
dead Sunbrlght. An' he's hot an cold be
cause he's fearful that in his battle of the
bows the Lance'U down Black Cloud an'
cheat him. the Bob-cat, of his own revenge.
The chance is too much; the Bob-cat can't
stand it an' resolves to get his stack down
first. An' so it happens that as Black Cloud
an' the Lance, painted in their war colors,
is walkln' to their places, a nine-Inch knife
flickers ilka a gleam of light from the hand
of the Bob-cat, an' merely to show that ha
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an't called the "Knife Thrower' for fun,
catches Black Cloud flush In the throat an'
goes plumb through up to the gyard at the
knlfe-halfL Black Cloud die standln.
for the knife p'lnt bites Into his spine at the
back of his neck.
"No, son, no one gets arrested, for Injuns
don't have Jails, for the mighty excellent
reason that no Injun culprit aver vamoses
an' runs away. Injun crlm'nals, that- a
way, allers stands their hands an' takes
their hemlock. The Osages. who for In
juns is soma shocked at the Bob-cat's Inter
ruption of the dooel It beln" mighty on
parliamentary from their standp'Ints tries
the Bob-cat for klllln' Black Cloud an' he's
decided on as cullty accordln' to their law.
They app'lnts a day for the Bob-cat to be
shot; an' 89 he ain't present at the trial
none, leavln' his end of the game to be
looked after by his relatives, they orders a
kettle tender or tribe crier to notify the
Bob-cat when an where he's to come an'
have said sentence execootcd upon him.
When he's notified tho Bob-cat don't say
rothln'. which Is satisfactory enough, as
thar's nothin' to be said an' every Osage
BIRTH OF, THE
WRITTEN rOR TUB EUNDAT REPUBLIC.
The making of a thermometer may ba
either a delicate scientific operation or
one of tho simplest tasks of the (.killed
mechanic, according to the sort of ther
mometer made. With the extremely sensi
tive and minutely accurate instruments de
signed for scientific uses great care is
taken, and they are kept in stock for
months, sometimes for years, to be com
pared and recompared with instruments
that are known to ba trustworthy.
But so much time cannot be spent over
tha comparatively cheap thermometers in
common use, and these are made rapidly,
though always carefully. Tha method of
manufacture has been so systematized with
in a few years that tha very cheapest ther
mometers should not vary mora than a
traction of a degree from tha correct point.
Whether tha thermometer is to be charged
with mercury or alcohol, whether it Is to
b mounted in a frame of wood, pressed
tin or brass, tha process is substantially tha
same. Mercury is generally used for scien
tific Instruments, but most makers prefer
alcohol, because it is cheaper. Tha alcohol
Is colored red with an aniline dya which
does not fade.
Glrtssblower Cuts Tubes
to the Proper Length.
Th thermometer maker buys his glass
tubes in long; strips from the glass fac
tories. Th glassblower oa th premises
cuts thts tubes to th proper lengths, and,
with his gas Jet and blowpipe, makes tha
bulb on th lower end. Th bulbs are than
filled with colored alcohol and th tubes
stand for twnty-four hours.
On th following day another workman
holds each bulb In tarn over a gas jet until
th colored fined, by Its expansion, en
tirely fills th 'robs. It then gees back into
th hands of tha glassblower. Ha closes
tha upper end and turns tha tip backward
to make th Ilttl glass book whloh will
help keep th tub in place in th frame.
Th tubes rest until some hundreds of
them, perhaps thousands, are ready. Then
th process of gauging begins. There ar
no marks on the tube, and tha first guide
mark to be mad is th freezing point, 21
degrees Fahrenheit. This la found by
plunging the bulbs into melting snow. No
other thermometer is needed for a guide.
for melting snow gives lnvarably tha exaox
freezing point. This is an unfailing test for
any thermometer whose accuracy may b
suspected.
But melting snow Is not always to b
had, and a little machine resembling a
sausage grinder is brought Into use. This
machine shaves a block of ice Into parti
cles, which answer the purpose as well as
now.
Marker Fits Bulb and
Hook Into Frame. . ,
When the bulbs have been tons; enough ta
th melting snow a workman takes them,
en Xtr one, from their bath, seizing each so
that his thumb sail marks tha' exact spot of
which the fluid has fallen. Here ha makes
a scarcely perceptible mark upon the glass
with a fine file, and goes on to ths next.
The tubes, with tha freezing point marked
on each, now go into tha hands of another
workman, who plunges ths bulb into a ves
sel filled with water kept constantly at M
degrees. A standard thermometer attached
to th inside of this vessel shows that tha
temperature of tha water la correct. Anothe
tiny fila scratch Is put at 64.
Then a third workman plunges the bulbs
tnto another vessel of water kept constantly
at S5. This is marked like tha others, and
the tube Is now supplied with these guide
marks, each 22 degrees from tho next. A
small tab is then attached to each tube,
on which its number Is written; for, owing
to unavoidable variations In the bore of tha
knows the Bab-caf 11 be thar at the drop of
the handkerchief If he's alive.
"It so turns out; the Bob-cat's thar as cool
as wild plums. He"s dressed in his best
blankets an breechcloth: an' hi? feathers
an' gay colors makes him a overwhelmln'
match for peacocks. Thar's a white spot
painted over his heart.
'The Chief of the Osages, who's present
to see Justice done, signs up to the Bob-cat,
an' that gent steps to a red blanket an'
stands on Its edge, with all the blanket
spread In front of him on the grass. The
Bob-cat stands on the edge, that a-way, as
he saveys when he's pi egged he'll fall for
'ard on his face. When a gent gets the
gaff for shore, ha falls for'ard. If a party
is hit an' falls back'ards, you needn't-get
excited none; he's only creased an'll get
over it,
"Wherefore, as I states, the Bob-cat
stands on the edge of the blanket, so It's
spread out In front to catch him where he
drops. Thar's not a word spoke by either
the Bob-cat or the onlookers, the latter
openln' out Into a lane behind, 'so the lead
can go through. When the Bob-cat or
ganized, his cousin, a buck whose name is
Little Feather, walks to the front of the
blanket, an' comes down careful with his
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THERMOMETER.
tube, each one varies slightly from ths
others.
With Its Individuality thus established, the
tube goes Into the hands of a marker, who
fits Its bulb and hook Into the frame It is
to occupy and makes slight scratches on the
frame corresponding to the 22, 64 and Si
degree marks on the tube. The frame has a
number corresponding with the number of
the tube, and the tuba is laid away in a
rack amid thousands.
Long Bar of Wood
Moves on a Pivot.
The frame, whether it ba wood, tin or
brass, goes to the gauging room, where it Is
laid upon a steeply sloping table marked
exactly In the position for a thermometer
of that size. The 32. 64 and 96 degree marks
1 must correspond with the marks upon ths
table. If they do not the error In marking
is detected and the frame is sent back for
correction.
A long straight bar of wood or metal ex
tends diagonally across the table from ths
lower right-hand corner to the upper left
hand corner. On the right this rests upon
a pivot, and on the left it rests in a ratchet,
which lets it ascend or descend only one
notch at a time. That notch marks the ex
act distance of two degrees. With the three
scratches already mads for a basis, the
marker could hardly make a mistake In tha
degrees if he tried.
The marks made upon the frame or case
are all made by hand, with a geometric
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through the sights; thar's a flash an a tpit
of gray smoke; the white sout turns red
with blood; an the Bob-cat falls along on
his face as soft as a sack of corn.
"What becomes of the Lance? It's two
weeks later when that scientist is waited on
by a delegation of Osages. They remind
him that Sunbr ght has two sisters, the sama
beln' now widows bv vlrchoo of the demise
of that egreeglous Black Cloud. Also, the
Black Cloud was rich; his tepee was sump
tuous, an' he's left a buckskin coat with
ivory elk teeth sewed onto it plenty as
stars at midnight. The coat is big medi
cine; moreover thar's the milk-white big
medicine broncho with red eyes. The Osago
delegaton puts forth these trooths while
the Lance sets cross-legged on a b'arskln
an' smokes willow bark with much dignity.
In the finish the Osage outfit p'lnts up to
the fact that their tribe Is shy a .medicin
man. an' a gent of the Lance's accomplish
ments, who can charm anamlles an tarn
brocos will be a mighty welcome addition
to the Osage body politic. In the end tha
Lanco lays down his pli an' savs, "It s
enough." An" the next day he sallies over
an' weis them two relicts of Black Cloud an
succeeds to that dead necromancer's estate,
at one fell swoop. The two widows chuckles
an' grins after the manner of ladles, to get'
a new husband so plumb swift, an' on
who's so much in fashion, an, aoandon.n
his lodge on the Pole Cat, tha Lance sets
up his game at Greyhoss, an oniess he s
petered he's thar dealln' It yet."
ALFRED HENRY LEWIS.
CopjTtint. lxz. br R. H. Rustell.
pen. in India ink If the .frame is of wood,
and with steel dies If It Is of metaL The
tube bearing the corresponding number is
next attached to the frame, and the ther
mometer Is ready for the market without
further testing. Some markers use only
two guide marks, but the best makers us
three.
Metaphor of the Sea.
"Let me put In my oar." said a gentle
man, as he Joined three of his acquaintances
in tha Southern Hotel Cafe the other night
and took a peat at a table with them.
"That is about the twentieth metaphor of
that sort that I have heard to-night," an
swered one of tha others, "and It seem to
strange that we should borrow so many of
our figures from the sea. I never thought of
It before, but it Is curious. I have, never
been closely associated with the water,
and I don't believe that any of you has, and
yet we are using sea terms all of the tune.
They are wonderfully expressive, too, and I
don't know what we would do, without
them.
"Tou want to put in "your oar," a mo
ment ago some one talked about being "all
adrift,' and I admitted that I was 'at sea.'
We talk about our "weather eye.' being
'spliced.' our 'mainstay and all that sort of
stuff. We know what It is to 'cast an an
chor to windward." to "back and fill,' .to
"steer" through, to be taken aback' and to
have 'the wind taken out of our sails.'
"We 'spin a yarn, try 'the other tack.
launch' enterprises, get them 'under full
sail and often wreck them. We cry for
'any port In a storm. take in a reef.' get
to our "rope's end." Tun before tha wind
and sometimes 'keel over.' So it goes on
until I believe we can' talk about almost
everything in ths language of the sea.
la enly 14 Tears old. Is to b one of th
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