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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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ngered; it needed to come off. Anything I can do? the secondmate shouted again. No; just stand watch. They aintanything, answered the captain. He glanced off to leeward with anx-ious eyes, and, as was habitual withhim in moments of danger, began totalk to himself; but only his lips moved:there was no sound. Id like to throw the lead, he said,but whats the use? We couldntwork off under this sail; we couldntdo nothing but keep a-going just as weare. One thing, that blame Jerseycoast aint far away. He turned to the compass again andthrew his weight on the spokes of thewheel; but every lengthening minutefor hours of darkness he stood there im-passive, with the thought that at anymoment he might hear the dull jar ofthe keel as they struck. Fate sparedhim that last deadly blow. Day broke with a dying wind, andthey saw the low Jersey coast stretch-ing close under their lee and white withsnow. It was afternoon when, close upto the Sandy Hook lightship, a tug,cruising below the Hook for a tow,
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WHEN YOU RE AT THE TOP WE LL PASS UP A BLOCK ANDRIGGING. came out to meet them. From her pilot-house her captain waved a greetinghand as they came within hailing dis-tance. Pretty badly banged up, aint you,cap? he called sympathetically. Oh, so-so, Captain Jarvis shoutedback. Whats the news? Not much of anything, the tow-boat man replied. Lots of cripplescoming in, though. Captain Jarvis nodded; he couldreadily believe it. Spose you want a tow7 up, the manshouted. Captain Jarvis hesitated, then asked: Whats your charge? Seventy-five dollars. At that Captain Jarvis laughed. Guess youre one of them land- sharks we read about, aint you? heasked good-naturedly. Well, you cant sail up under thatrig, replied the other. I kind o thought Id try it, re-plied Jarvis, and turned and walkedacross the deck with an air of dismissal. Well, say fifty, then? Give you twenty. The towboat man waved his handin disgust and went back to the pilot-house. Twenty minutes later, with thetug alongside and sails

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