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We know the tricks of wind and tide

That make and mean disaster,

And balk 'em, too, the Wren and me,

Off on the Old Man's Pastur'

Day out and in the blackfish there

Go wabbling out and under,

And nights atch the coasters creep

Froht in yonder

--The Skipper

It was the period of January cals of the equinoxes, and the Ethel and May made slow time of it

on her return to the main In Mayo's mood of anxious i as the winds in the little schooner's sails

His passenger sat on the rail and gave the pacing captain occasional

glances in which irony and sullenness wereto put me into court, eh?" he inquired, when at last

they drifted past the end of the breakwater at Li up your work on that wreck"

Mayo kept on walking and did not reply He had been pondering on the

question of what to do with this new "elephant" on his hands In a way,