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Now the Dreadnought's a-sailing the Atlantic so wide,

Where the high, roaring seas roll along her black side

Her sailors like lions walk the deck to and fro,

She's the Liverpool packet--O Lord let her go!

--Song of the Flash Packet

On a day in early August the Nequasset ca, steel rails her dragging burden, caution

her ord

The needle of her indicator marked "Half speed," and it really meant

half speed Captain Zoradus Wass made scripture of the rules laid

down by the Depart-over under his sway--no finger-at-nose connivance between the

pilot-house and the chief engineer's grille platforh the fog had held in front of him two

days, vapor thick as feathers in a tick, and he had averaged not much

over six nautical ht on steel rails was sixty-five cents a ton

"And as I've been telling you, at sixty-five cents there's about ashard dollars fro on what silver you can rub off," said Captain Wass

to First- the knob of the whistle-pull In constant clutch

Regularly every ed blast sounded, strictly