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Now the first land we made is call-ed The Deadht

We sail-ed by Beachy,

By Fairlee and Dungeness,

Until we caht

--Farewell and Adieu

With starboard engine clawing her backward, and the port engine driving

her ahead, the Montana swung her huge bulk when she was free of the

penning piers The churning propellers, offsetting, turned her in her

tracks Then she began to feel her way out of the rim, silent men of the pilot-houses do not talk much even when they

are at liberty on shore They are taciturn when on duty They do not

relate their sensations when they are elbowing their way through the

East River in a fog; they haven't the language to do so

A psychologist

concentration subliht and sound

on the instant, a sort of sixth sense which uesswork as instinct

The man in the pilot-house would not in the least understand a word of

what the psychologist was talking about

The steamboat officer merely understands that he must be on his job!