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FOLLOWINGPAGE Slides like a lost soul down th at
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NINEO
clock of a gusty winter night
I stood on the lower stages of one of
the G. P. O. outward mail towers. My
purpose was a run to
uebec in Postal
Pa
cket 1
62 or such other as may be
appointed : and the Postmaster- General
himsel
f countersigned the order. This
talisman O
pened all doors,
even those in
the despatching- caisson at the foot of the
tower, where they were delivering the sortedContinental mail . The bags lay packed
close as herrings in the long gray under
bodies which our G . P.0
. stil l calls9
coaches.
Five such coaches were filledas I watched
,
and were shot up the
guides to be locked on to their waiting
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packets three hundred feet nearer the
stars .
From the despatching-caisson I was con
ducted by a cour teous and wonderfully
learnedO
fficial M r . L. L. Geary,
Second
Despatcher of the Western Route to the
Captains Room(
this wakes an echo of old
romance)
,
where the mai l captains come
on for their turn Of duty. He
introduces
me to the Captai
n of 162
CaptainP
ur
na
l
l
,
and his relief,
Captain Hodgson.
The one is small and dark;
the other large
and red;
but each has the brooding sheathed
glance characteristic of eagles and aron
a
u
t
s
. You can see it in the pictures of our
racing professionals,
from L.V
.
B
autsch
to little AdaVVa rr le
i
g
h that fathomless
abstraction Of eyes habitually turnedthrough naked space.
O
n
the notice-board in the Captai
ns
Room
the pulsing arrows Of some twenty
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indicators register,
degree by geographical
degree,
the progress of as many homeward
bound packets . The word Cape rises
across the face Of a dia l ;
a gong strikes
the SouthAfrican mid-weekly mail is in at
the Highgate Receiving Towers That is
a ll. It reminds one comically of the
traitorous l ittle be ll which in pigeon
fanciers lofts notifies the return of a homer.
Time for us to be on the move, saysCaptainP
urna l l
,
and we are shot up by the
passenger- lift to the top of the despatch
towers . Our coach will lock on when it
is fil led and the clerks are aboard .
No.1
6
2
waits for us in SlipE of the
topmost st a
ge. The great curve Of her
back shines frostily under the lights,
and
some minute alteration of trim makes herrock a little in her holding- down slips .
CaptainPurna
l l
frowns and dives inside.
Hissing softly,
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comes to rest as level
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as a rule. From herNorthAtlanticWinter
nose- cap (
worn bright as diamond with
boring through uncounted leagues of hail,
snow,
and ice)
to the inset of her three
built- out propeller- shafts is some two hun
dred and forty feet. Her extreme diameter,
carried well forward,
is thirty- seven . Con
trast this with the n i ne hundred by ninety
fi
v
e
of any crack liner and you will realize
the power that must dr ive a hull throughall weathers at more than the emergency
speed of the Cyclonic
The eye detects no J
OIII
t
in her skin
plating save the sweeping hair - crack ofthe bow-rudder M
a
g
n
i
ac
s
rudder that
assured us the dominion Of the unstable air
and left its inventor penniless and half
blind.
I
t
is calculated toC
a s
t
e l
l
i
s
gullwing curve. Raise a few feet of that all
but invisible plate three- eighths of an inch
and she will yaw five miles to port or star
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board ere she is under control again . Give
her full helm and she returns on her track
like a whip - lash . Cant the whole for
ward a touch on the wheel will s u ffice
and she sweeps at your good direction
up or dow
n. Open the complete c ircle
and she presents to the air a mushroom
head that will bring her up all standing
within a half mile.
Yes, says Captain Hodgson, answering my thought
,
Castelli thought hed
dis
covered the secretOf controlling a
roplanes
when he d only found out how to s teer
dirigible balloons.
M
a
g
n
i
a
c invented hisrudder to help war- boats ram each other
;
and war went out of fashion andMa
g
n
i
a
c
he went out of his mind because he said
he couldn
t
serve his country any more.
I wonder if any of us ever know what
we re
really doing.
If you want to see the coach locked
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youd
better go aboard. It s due now,
saysMr
. Geary. I enter through the door
amidships . There is nothing here for dis
play. The inner skin Of
the gas- tanks
comes down to within a foo
t or two Of my
head and turns over just short of the turn
of the bilges . Liners and yachts disguise
their tanks with decoration,
but the G. P.0
.
serves them raw under a lick of grayOffi
cial
paint. The inner skin shuts off fifty feetof the bow and as much of the stern
,
but
the bow- bulkhead is recessed for the l ift
shunting apparatus as the stem is pierced
for the shaft-tunnels.
The engine-
room liesalmost amidships . Forward of it
,
extend
ing tothe
turn of the bow tanks,
i s a n
aperture a bottomless hatch at present
into which our coach will be locked.
One looks down over the coamings three
hundred feet to the despatching- caisson
whence voices boom upward. The light
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bel
ow is obscured to a sound of thunder,
as our coach rises on its guides . It
enlarges
rapidly from a postagestamp to a playing
card;
to a punt and last a pontoon . The
two clerks,
i
ts
crew,
do not even look up as
it comes into place. The
uebec letters
fly under their fingers and leap into the
do
cketed racks,
while both captains and
M
r
. Geary satisfy themselves that the coach
is locked home. A clerk passes the waybill over the hatch- coaming. Captain
Purna
l l thumb- marks and passes it tohIr
.
G
eary. Receipt has been given and taken.
Pleasant run,
says Mr. Geary, and disappears through the doorwhich
a
foot
high pneumatic compressor locks after
him.
A
-
ah
sighs the compressor released.
Our holding- down clips part with a tang .
We
are clear.
Captain Hodgson opens the great colloid
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underbody-porthole through which I watch
million- lighted London slide eastward as
the gale gets hold of us . The first of the
low winter clouds cuts O
ff the well-known
view and darkens Middlesex.O
n
the
south edge of it I can see a posta
l packet s
light ploughing through the white fleece.
For an Instant she gleams l ike a star ere
she drops towardt
h
e
Highgate Receiving
Towers. The B ombay Mail, saysCaptain Hodgson
,
and looks at his watch . She s forty minutes late.
What s o u r l e vel?
I ask.
Four thousand. Aren
t you comingup on the brid
g
e?
The bridge(
let us ever bless the G. P. O .
as a repository of ancientest tradition
)
is represented by a View of CaptainHodgson s legs where he stands on the
control platform that runs thwartships
overhead. The bow colloid is unshuttered
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and Captain P
u
r
na
l l
,
one hand on the wheel,
is feeling for a fair s lant. The
dial shows fee t.
It s steep to- night,
he mu tters,
as
t ier on t ier of c lou
d drops under. We
generally pick up an easterly draught
below three thousand at this time o the
year. I hate slathering through fluff.
SO
does VanC
u
tsem .
Lo o k a t h i m
huntin for a slant says Captain Hodgson .
Afog- light breaks cloud a hundred fathoms
below. The An
twerp Nig
ht Mail makes
h e r signal and rises between two racing
clouds far to port, her flanks blood-red inthe glare of Sheerness Double Light. The
gale will have us over the North Sea
in ha lf an hour,
but CaptainPu
rn a
l l lets
her go composedly nos ing to e very pointof the compass as she rises .
Five thousand six,
six thousand e ight
hundred the dip- dial reads ere we find
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the eas
ter
ly drift
,
heralded by a
fl
urry ofsnow at the thousand-fathom level.
Cap
ta inPurna
l l rings up the engines and keys
downthe governor on the switch before him .
There is no sense in urging machinery when
[Eolus himself gives you good knots for
nothing. We are away in earnest now
our nose notched home on our chosen star.
At this level the lower clouds are laid out
all neatly combed by the dry fingers of theEast. Below that again is the strong
westerly blow through which we rose .
Overhead,
a film of southerly drifting mist
draws a theatrica l gauze across thefi
r
m
a
ment. The moonlight turns the lower
strata to silverwithout a stain except where
our shadow underruns us . Bristoland Car
diff Double Lights(
those statelily inclinedbeams over
S
e
v
e
rn
m
o
u
t
h
)
are dead ahead
o f u s;
for we keep the Southern Winter
Route. Coventry Central,
the pivot of the
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ITH THEN
IG
HT MAIL
English system,
stabs upward once in ten
seconds its spear of diamond light to the
north;
and a point or two off our starboard
bow The Leek,
the great cloud-breaker of
Saint David s Head,
swings its unm ista
k
able green beam twenty-fiv
e degrees each
way. There must be half a mile of fluff
over it in this weather,
but it does not af
fect
The Leek.
Our planet s overlighted if anything,
says Captain Purna
l l at the wheel ,
as
Cardiff- Bristol slides under.
I remember
the old days of common white verticals
that
u
d
show two or three thousand feetup in a mist
,
if you knew where to look for em.
I
n
really fluffy weather they might
as well have been under your hat. One
could get lost coming home then, an
havesome fun. Now
,
it5
like driving down
Piccadilly.
H
e
points to the pillars of light where the
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HTMAIL
cloud-breakers bore through the c loud
floor. W
e
see nothing of England s o u t
lines:
onlya
white pavement pierced in all
directions by these manholes of variously
coloured fire Holy Island s white and
red St. Bee s interrupted white,
and so
on a s f a r a s the eye can reach . Blessed
be Sargent,
Ahrens,
and the Dubois
brothers,
who invented the cloud-breakers
Of the world whereby we travel in security Are you going to lift for The Sham
rock?
asks Captain Hodgson. Cork
Light(
green,
fixed)
enlarges as we rush to
it. CaptainP
u
r
na
l l
nods . There is heavytraffic hereabouts the cloud-bank beneath
us is streaked with running fissures offlame
where the At lantic boats are hurrying
L
o
n
d
on
w
a
r
d
just clear of the fluff.
Mailpackets are supposed
,
under the Conference
rules,
to have thefi v
e
-thousand-foot lanes
to themselves,
but the foreigner in a hurry
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is apt to take l iberties with English air. No.
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lifts to a long-drawn wail of the
breeze in the fore-flan
g
e
of the rudder and
we make Valencia(
white,
green,
white)
at a safe feet ,
dipping our beam to an
incoming Washington packet.
There i s no c loud on the Atlantic,
and
faint streaks of cream round Dingle BayS
how
where the driven seas h ammer the coast. A
big S. A. T. A. liner(
S
o
c
i
t A
non
y
m
e
d
es
T
r
a
ns
p
ort
s
A
m
ens
)
is diving and lifting
half a mile below us in search of some break
in the solid west wind. Lower still lies a
disabled Dane: she is telling the liner all about it in International. Our General
Communication dial has caught her talk
and begins to eavesdrop. CaptainHodg
son makesa motion to shutit off but checkshimself. Perhaps you d like to listen
,
he
says .
Argol of St. Thomas,
the Dane
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whimpers. Report owners three starboard
shaft collar-bearings fused. Can make
Flores as we are ,
but impossible further.
Shall we buy spares at FayalP
The liner acknowledges and recommends
inverting the bearings . The Argo l
answers thatS
h
e
has already done so with
out e f
fect,
and begins to relieve her mind
about cheap German enamels for collar
bearings . The Frenchman assents cordially,cries
C
o
u
r
a
g
e
,
m
o
n a
m
i
,
and switcheso
fl
.
Their lights sink under the curve of the
ocean.
That
s one of Lundt B
l
e
a
m
ers
s
boats,
says Captain Hodgson. Serves em right for putting German compos in
their thrust-blocks .S
h
e
won t be in Fayal
to-
night
By the way, wouldn
t
you liketo look round the engine-roomP
I have been waiting eagerly for thisinv
i
ta
t
i
on
and I follow Captain Hodgson from
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the control- platform,
stooping low to avoid
the bulge of the tanks . We
know that
Fle
u
r
y
s
gas can lift anything,
as the world
famous trials of 8
9
showed,
but its almost
indefinite powers of expansion necessitate
vast tank room. Even in this thin air the
lift-shunts are busy taking out one-third of
its normal l ift,
and stil l 1
62
must be
checked by an occasionaldowndra
w of the
rudder or our flight would become a climbto the stars . CaptainPurn
a
l l prefers an
o
ve
r
l
i
f
t
ed
to anunde
r l
i
fted ship;
but no two
captains trim ship alike. When I take
the bridge,
says Captain Hodgson,
you
11
see me shunt forty per cent.
of the lift out of
the gas and run her on the upper rudder.
With a swoop upwards instead of a swoop
downwards, a s you say.
Either way will do.
Its
only habit. Watch our dip- dial Tim
fetches her down once every thirtyknots as
regularly as breathing.
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So is it shown on the dip- dial. For five
or six minutes the arrow creeps from
to There is the faints
z
g
ee
of the
rudder,
and back slidesthe arrow to on
a falling slant of ten orfifteen knots . In heavy weather you jockey her with
the screws as well,
says Capta
inHodgson,
and,
unclipping the jointed bar which di
vides the engine-room from the bare deck,
he leads me on to the floor.
He
re
we findFl eur
y
s
Paradox of the
Bulkheaded Vacuum which we accept
now without thought literally in full blast.
The three engines areH. T. T. assistedvacuo Fleury turbines running from
to the Limit that is to say ,
up to the
point when the blades make the air bell
cut out a vacuum for themselves prec
i
s
e
l
y
as over-driven marine propellers used
to do.1
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s Limit is low on account of the
smalls ize of her nine screws,
which,
though
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handier than the o ld collo idT
h
e lu
sso
n
s
,
bell sooner. The midship
s
engine,
gener
ally used as a reinforce,
i s not runn
l n
g
;
so
the port and starboard turbine vacuum
chambers draw direct into the return-mains .
The turbines whistle reflec
t
i
v
e
l
y
. From
the low-arched expansion- tanks on either
s ide the valves descend pil larwise to the
turbine- chests,
and thence the obedient gas
whirls through the spirals of blades witha force that would whip the teeth out of a
power- saw.
Behind,
is its own pressure
held in leash or spurred on by the lift
shunts ; before it, the vacuum whereFl eury
s
Ray dances in violet - green bands and
whirledt
ur
b
i l l i
on s
of flame. The jointed
U
tubes of the vacuum- chamber are
pressure-
tempered colloid(
no glass wouldendure the strain for an instant
)
and a un ior
engineer with tinted spectacles watches the
Ray intently.
It is the very heart of the
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machinea
mystery to this day. Even
Fleury who begat it and,
unlikeMa
g
n
i
ac
,
died a multi- millionaire,
could not explain
how the restless little imp shuddering in the
U
- tube can,
in the fractional fraction of a
second,
strike the furious b last of gas
into a chill grayish-green liquid that drains
(
you can hear it trickle)
from the far end
of the vacuum through the eduction-pipes
and the mains back to the bilges . Here itreturns to its gaseous
,
one had a lmost
written sagacious,
state and climbs to work
afresh . Bilge-tank,
upper tank,
dorsal
tank, expansion-chamber, vacuum, mainreturn
(
as a liquid)
,
and bilge-tank once
more is the ordained cycle. F le
u
r
y
s
Ray
sees to that;
and the engineer with the tinted
spectacles sees toF
l
e
ur
y
s
Ray.
If a speckof o il
,
if e
ven
the natural grease of the
human finger touch the hooded terminals
F
l
e
u
r
y
s
Ray will win k and disappear and
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must be l
aboriously built up again. T
hismeans half a day s work for all hands and an
expense of one hundred and seventy- odd
pounds to the G. P. O. for radium- salts and
sucht
r
i
fles
.
Now look at our thrust- collars. You
won t find much German compo there .
Full-jewelled,
you see,
says CaptainHo
d
g
son a s the engineer shunts open the top of a
ca
p
. Our shaft-bearings are C. M. C.(
Commer
c
i
a
l
Minerals Company)
stones,
ground
with as much care as the lens of a telescope.
They cost
3
7
apiece. So far we have not
arrived at their term of life.
These bearings came from No. which tookthem
over from the old Dominion of Light,
which had them o
u
t
of the wreck of the
Perseus aroplane in the years when menstill flew linen kites over thorium engines
They are a shining reproof to all low-grade
German ruby enamels,
s
o
-called boort
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facings,
and the dangerous and un
s
a
t
i
s
factory alumina compounds which please
dividend-hunting owners and turn skippers
crazy.
The rudder-gear and the gas lift-shunt,
seated side by side under the engine-room
dials,
are the only machines in visible mo
tion. The former sighs from time to time
as the oil plunger rises and falls half an inch.
The latter, cased and guarded like the U
- tube af t,
exh ibits another Fleury Ray,
but inverted and more green than violet.
Its function is to S
hunt the l ift out of the
gas, and this it will do without watching.
Tha t i s a l l A tiny pump-rod wheezing
and whining to itself beside a sputtering
green lamp. A hundred and fifty feet aft
down the fl
at-
topped tunnel of the tanks aviolet light
,
restless and irresolute. Between
the two,
three white- painted turbine-trunks,
l ike eel-baskets laid on their side,
accentuate
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the empty perspectives.
You can hear thetrickle of the liquefied gas flowing from the
vacuum into the bilge-tanks and the soft
g
luck
-
g
l
o
c
k
ofg
as
- locks closing as Captain
P
urna
l
l
brings 162 down by the head.
The hum of the turbines and the boom of
the air on our skin is no more than a cotton
wool wrapping to the universal stillness .
And we are running an eighteen- second mile.
I peer from the fore end of the engineroom over the hatch- coamings into the coach .
The mail - clerks are sorting the Winnipeg,
Calgary,
and MedicineHat bags: but there
is a pack of cards ready on the table.
Suddenly a bell thrills;
the engineers run
to the turbine-valves and stand by;
but
the s pectacled slave of the Ray in the
U
-
tube never lifts his head.
He must watchwhere he is . W
e
are hard- braked andg
o
ing astern;
there is language from the
control- platform.
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Tim
s sparking badly about something,
says theunru
ffl
e
d
CaptainHodgson . Let s
look.
CaptainPurna l l is not the suave man we
left ha lf an hour s ince,
but the embodied
authority of theG. P. O. AheadOfus floats
an ancient,
aluminum- patched,
twin-screw
tramp of the dingiest,
with no more right to
the foot lane than has a horse - cart to
a modern town . She carries an obsolete barbette conning-tower
a
s ix- foot affair
with railed platform forward and our
warning beam plays on the top of it as a
policeman
s lantern flashes on the areasneak. Like a sneak- thief
,
too,
emerges a
shock-headed navigator in his shirt- sleeves .
CaptainP
u
rn
a
l
l
wrenches open the colloid to
talk with him man to man.
There aretimes when Science does not satisfy.
What under the stars are you doing
here,
you skyscraping chimney- sweep
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he shouts a s we two drift side by side. D
oyou know this i s a Mail- lane?
You call
yourself a sailor ,
sir?
You ain t fit to
peddle toy balloons to anEsquimaux. Your
name and number Report and get down,
andbe
Iv
e
been blown up once,
the shock
headed man cries,
hoarsely,
as a dog barking. I don t care two flips of a contact for
anythingy
ou can do,P
os
t
e
y
.
Don t y o u ,
sir?
But I l l make you
care. I 11 have you towed stern first to
Disko and broke up. You can t recover
insurance if you
r
e broke for obstruction.
Do you understandthat
?
Then the stranger bellows : Look at my
propellers
There8
been awu l l i-wa
down
under that has knocked us into umbrellaframes
W
e
v
e
b
e
e
n
blown up about forty
thousand feet We re all one conjuror s
watch inside
Mymate s arms
broke;
my
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engineer s head5
cut open;
my Ray went
out when the engines smashed;
and
and for pity s sake give me my
height,
Capta
in
We doubt we re drop
ping.
Six thousand eight hundred. Can you
hold it CaptainPurn a l l overlooks allin
s
u
l
ts
,
and leans half out of the colloid,
staring and s
nufli n
g
. The stranger leaks
pungently. We ought to blow into St.
J
ohn s
with luck.We
re
trying to plug the fore
tank now,
but she 3 simply whistling it
away,
her captain wails.
Shes s
mk
i
n
g
like a log,
P
ur
n
a
l l
in an undertone. Call up the
Banks Mark Boat,
George. Our dip- dial
shows that we, keeping abreast the tramp,have dropped five hundred feet the last few
says Captain
minutes.
CaptainP
u
r
na
l l presses a switch and our
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signal beam begins to swing through the
night,
twizzling spokes of light across
infinity. That 11fetch something
,
he says,
while
C
a
p
ta
inHo
d
g
s
on
watches the General Com
mun
i
c
at
or
.
H e
has cal led up the North
Banks Mark Boat,
a few hundred miles
west,
and is reporting the case.
I ll stand by you
,
Captain Purna
l
l
roars
to the lonefigure on the conning- tower.
Is it as bad as thatP comes the answer. She is n t insured
,
she s mine.
Might have guessed as much,
mutters
Hodgson.
Owner
s risk is the worst riskof a l l
Can t I fetch St. J ohn s not e
ven
with this breezeP the voice quavers .
Stand by to abandon ship.
Ha
ve n
t
youa
n
y
lift in you,
fore or aftP
Nothing but the midship tanks and
theyre
none too tight. You see,
my Ray
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gave out and he coughs in the reek of
the escaping gas. You poor devil
This does not reach
our friend. What does the Mark Boat
say,
George?
Wants to know if theres
any danger to
traffic. Says shes
in a bit of weather her
self and can t quit station . Iv
e
turned in a
General Call,
soev
e
n
if they don t see our
beam some one s bound to help
or else wemust. Shall I clear our slings . Ho ld on
He
re we are
A Planet liner,
too
Shel l
be up in a tick
Tell her to have her slings ready,
crieshis brother captain . There won t be
much time to spare Tie up your
mate,
he roars to the tramp.
My mate
s
al l right.
It
s
my engineer.
He5
gone crazy.
Shunt the lift out of him with a spanner.
Hurry
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But I can make St. J ohn s i f y o u l l
stand by.
You 11 make the deep,
wet Atlantic
in twenty minutes . You re less thanfi ft
y
eight hundred now. Get your papers .
A Planet liner,
east bound,
heave s u p
in a superb spiral and takes the air of us
humming. He
r underbody colloid is open
and her transporter-slings hang down l ike
tentacles.W
e shut off our beam as sheadjusts herself steering to a hair over
the tramp s conning- tower. The mate
comes up,
his arm strapped to his side,
an d
stumbles into the cradle.
A man with aghastly scarlet head follows
,
shouting that
he mus t go ba c k a nd bui ld up h is Ra y.
Themate assures him that he wi llfind a nice
new Ray al l ready in the liner
s engine-
room.
The bandaged head goes up wagging ex
c
i
te
d
l
y
.
A youth and a woman follow.
The l iner cheers hollowly above us,
and
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we see the passenger s faces at the sa loon
colloid.
That s a good g ir l. What s the fool
waiting for now?
says CaptainPur
na l l .
The skipper comes up,
stil l appealing to us
to stand by and see him fetch St.J
ohn s.
He dives below and returns at which we
little human beings in thevoid cheer louder
than e
ver with the ship s kitten.U
p
fly the liner s hissing s lings ; her underbody cr
a
shes home and she hurtles away
again. The dialshows less than fee t.
The Mark B oat sig
nals we must at
tend to the derelict, now whistling her deathsong
,
as she falls beneath us in long sick
zigzags.
K eep our beam on her and send out a
General Warning,
says CaptainP
u
rn
a
l
l
,
fol lowing her down .
There is no need. Not a l iner in a ir
but knows the meaning of that vertical
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S LIDES LIKE A LOS
T S
OUL DO
WN THAT PIT I LE
SS
LAD DER OF L IGHT,
AND TH
E ATLANTIC TAKES
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beam and gives us and our quarry a
wide berth . But she l l drown in the water
,
won t
sheP I ask.Not always
,
i s his answer . I ve
known a derelict up
-end and sift her
engines out of herself and flicker round
the Lower Lanes for three weeks on her
forward tanks only. We 11 run no risks .
Pith her, George, and look sharp. There sweather ahead.
Captain Hodgson opens the underbody
colloid,
swings the heavy pithing- iron out
of its rack which in liners i s generally cased as a settee
,
and at two hundred
feet releases the catch.W
e hear the whir
of the crescent-shaped arms opening as
they descend.
The derelict
s forehead ispunched in
,
starred across,
and rent
diagonally. She falls stern first
,
our beam
upon her;
slides like a lost sou l down
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that pitiless ladder of l ight,
and theAt
lantic takes her.
A filthy business,
says Hodgson. I
wonder what it must have been like in the
old days .
The thought had crossed my mind too .
What if that wavering carcass hadbeen
filled with International-speaking men of al l
the Internationalities,
each one of them
taught(
t
h
a
t is the horror of it)
that afterdeath he would very possibly go forever to
unspeakable torment?
And not half a century since,
we(
one
knows now that we are only our fathersreenlarged upon the earth
)
,
w
e
,
I say,
ripped
and rammed and pithed to admiration .
He
r
e
Tim,
from the control-platform,
shouts that we are to get into ourin
fl
ator
s
and to bring him his at once.
We
hurry into the heavy rubber suits
and the engineers are already dressed and
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inflate at the air- pump taps . G. P. O. in
fl
a
t
o
rs
are thrice as thick as a racing man s
flickers,
and chafe abominably under the
armpits . George takes the wheel until
Tim has blown himself up to the extreme
of rotundity. Ify
o
ukicked him off the c.
p.
to the deck he would bounce back. But it
is 1
62
that will do the kicking. The Mark Boat s mad stark ravin
crazy, he snorts, returning to command .
She says there 5 a bad blow-outahead and
wants me to pul l over to Greenland. I11
see
her pithed first
W
e
wasted an hour and a
quarter over thatdead duck down under, andnowI m expected to go
r
u
bb
i
n my back all
round the Pole. What does she think a
postal packets
made of?
Gummed silk?
Tell her we
re coming on straight, George.
George bu
ckles him into the Frame and
switches on the Direct Control. Nowum
der Tim s left toe lies the port-engineAo
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c
e
l
e
ra
tor
;
under his left heel the Reverse,
and so with the other foot. The lift-shunt
stops stand out on the rim of the steering
wheel where thefingers of his left hand can
play on them. At h is right hand is the mid
ships engine lever ready to be thrown into
gear at a moment s notice. He leans for
ward in his belt,
eyes glued to the colloid,
and one ear cocked toward the General
Communicator. Henceforth h e i s t h estrength and direction of through
whatever may befall.
The BanksMark Boat is reel ing out pages
of A. B. C. Directions to the tra
ff
ic atlarge
. We
are to secure all loose objects;
hood up our Fleury Rays;
and on noa
c
count to attempt to clear snow from our
conning-
towers ti ll the weather abates.
U
nder-powered craft,
we are told,
can ascend
to the l imit of their lift,
mail-packets to
look out for them accordingly;
the lower
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lanes westward are pitting very badly,
with frequent blow-outs,
vortices,
later
a ls,
etc.
Still the c learda
rk
h
o
l
ds
up unblemished.
The only warning is the electric skin-tension
(
I feel as though I were a lace- maker s p i l
low)
and an irritability which the gibbering
of the General Communicator increases
almost to hysteria .
W
e have made eight thousand feet sincewe pithed the tramp and our turbines are
givingus
an honest two hundred and ten
knots.
Very far to the west an elongated blurof red
,
low down,
shows us theNorth Banks
Mark Boat. There are specks offire round
her rising and falling bewildered planets
about an unstable sun
helpless shippinghanging on to her light
for company s sake.
No wonder she could not quit station .
SheWarns us to look out for the back
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wash of the bad
vortex in which
(
her beam
shows it)
she ise
ve
n
nowreeling.
The pits of gloom about us begin to fill
with very faintly luminous films wreath
in
g
and uneasy shapes . One forms itself
into a globe of paleflamethatwaits shivering
with eagerness till we sweep by. It leaps
monstrously across the blackness,
alights on
the precise tip of our nose,
pirouettes there
an instant, a n d swings off. Our roaringbow sinks
as
though that light were lead
sinks and recovers to lurch and stumble
again beneath the next blow- out. Tim s
fingers on the lift- shunt strike chords ofnumbers
so on;
for he is running by his tanks only,
lifting or lowering her against the uneasy
air.
All three engines are at work, for thesooner we have skated over this thin ice the
better. Higher we dare not go. The whole
upper vau lt is charged with pale krypton
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vapours,
which our skin friction may excite
to unholy manifestations. Between the
upper and the lower levels and
hints the Mark B oat we may per
haps bolt through if Our bow
clothes itself in blue flame and fa l ls like
a
sword. No human skil l can keep pace
with the changing tensions . A vortex has
us by the beak and we dive down a two
thousand-foot slant at an angle(
the dip- dia land my bouncing body record it
)
of thirty
five. Our turbines scream shrilly;
the pro
p
e
l
le
r
s
cannot bite on the thin air;
Tim
shunts the lift out offive tanks at once andby sheer weight drives her
b
u
l l
e
t
w
i
se
through the maelstrom ti ll she cushions
w i t h a j a r o n a nu
p
-gust,
three thousand
feet below.
N
o
w
wev
e
done it,
says George in my
ear. Our skin-friction that last slide,
has
played Old Harry with the tensions Look
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out for laterals,
Tim,
she 11 want some
holding.
Iv
e
got her,
is the answer. Come
u
p
,
old woman .
She comes up nobly,
but the laterals buf
fet her left and right like the pinions ofa
n
gry angels. Sh e i s j olted off her course
in four ways at once ,
and cuffed into
place again,
only to b e swung aside and
dropped into a ne w chaos.W
e arenever without a corp
o
sant grin
nin
g on
our bows or rol l ing hea d over heels from
nose to midships,
and to the crackle of
electricity around and within us is addedonce or twice the rattle of hai l hail that
willnever fall on any sea. Slow we must
or we may break our back,
pitch-polin
g.
Air
s a perfec tly elastic fl
uid,
roarsGeorge abovethe tumult. Aboutas el
a
stic
as a head sea off theF
a
st
n
et
,
a int itP
H
e is less than just to the good element.
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HE STORM
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Ifone
intrudes on the Heavens when they
are balancing theirvolt-accounts;
if one dis
t
u
r
bs
theHigh Gods market-rates by hurl
ing st
eel hulls at ninety knotsa
crosst
r
e
m
b
l in
g
l
y
adjusted electric tensions,
one must not
complain of any rudeness in the reception .
Timme
t
it with an unmoved countenance,
one cor
ner of his under lip caught up on a
tooth,
his eyes fleeting into the blackness
t
w
e
n
t
v
m
i les ahead, and the fierce sparksflying from his knuckles at every turn of the
hand. Now and again he shook his head
to clear the sweat trickling from his eye
brows, and it was then that George, watching his chance
,
would slide down the l ife
rail and swab his face quickly with a big
red handkerchief. I ne
ve
r imagined that
a human being could so continuously labourand so collectedly think as did Tim through
thatHell s half hour when the flurry was at
its worst.W
e
were dragged hither and
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yon by warm or frozen suctions,
belched up
on the tops of wu l l i- was,
spun down by
vortices and clubbed aside by laterals u
nder
a dizzying rush of stars in the company of a
drunken moon . I heard the rushing click
of the midship- engine- lever s liding in and
out,
the low growl of the lift-shunts,
and,
louder than the yelling winds without,
the
scream of the bow-rudder gouging into any
lull that promised hold for an instant. Atlast we began to c law up on a cant
,
bow
rudder and port- propeller together;
only
the nicest balancing of tanks saved us
from spinning like the ri
fl
e
-bullet of theold days .
W
e
v
e
got to hitch to windward of that
Mark Boat somehow,
George cried.
There
s
no windward,
I protestedfeebly
,
where I swung shackled to a
stanchion.
How can there beP
H
e
laugh ed as we pitched into a thou
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sand foot blow- out that red man laughed
beneath his inflated hood
Look he said. We must clear those
refugees with a high lift.
The Mark Boat was below and a little to
the s ou west of us,
fluctuating in the centre
of her distraught galaxy. The air was thick
with moving lights at every
level. I take
it most of themwe
r
e
trying to lie head to wind
but, not being hydras, they failed. An undertankedM
o
g
h
r
a
b
i
boat had risen to the limit
of her l ift and,
finding no improvement,
had
dropped a couple of thousand. There she
met a superbwul l
i
-
w
a and was blown upspinning like a dead leaf. Instead of shut
ingO
ff she went astern and,
naturally,
re
bounded as from a wal l almost into theMark
Boat, whose language(
our G.
C.
took it in)was humanly simple.
If theyd
only ride it outq
uietly it ud
be better,
said George in a calm,
as we
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climbed like a bat above them all . But
some skipperswi l l
navigate without enough
lift. What does thatTad-boat think she is
doing,
TimP
Pl
a
y
in
kiss in the ring,
was Tim s nu
moved reply. A Trans-Asiatic Direct liner
had found a smooth and butted into it full
power. But there was a vortex at the tail
of that smooth,
so the T. A . D . was flipped
out like a pea fromoff
afi
ngernail, brakingmadly as she fled dow
n
and al l but over
ending. Now I hope she
s
satisfied,
said Tim.
I
m
glad I
m
not a Mark BoatDo I w a nt he lp ? The C. G. dial had
caught his ear. George,
you may tellthat
gentleman with my love love,
remember,
George that I do not want help.
Whoi
s
theo
ffi
c
i
ou
s
sardine-tinP
ARimouski drogher on the lookout for
a
tow.
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Very kind of the Rimouski drogher.
This postal packet isn t being towed at
present.
Those droghers will go anywhere on a
chance of salvage,
George explained. We
call em kittiwakes .
A long- beaked,
bright steel ninety-footer
floated at ease for one instant within hail of
us,
her slings coiled ready for rescues,
and a
single hand in her open tower. He w a ssmoking. Surrendered to the insurrection
of the airs through which we tore our way,
he lay in absolute peace. Isaw the smoke of
his pipe ascend untroubled ere his boat dropped
,
it seemed,
like a stone in a well.
W
e
had just cleared the Mark Boat and
her disorderly neighbours when the storm
ended as suddenly as it had begun.
Ashooting- star to northward fil led the sky with
the green blink of a meteorite dissipating
itself in our atmosphere.
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Said George:
That may iron
out all the
tensions . Even as he spoke,
the c
on
fli
c
t
in
g
winds came to rest;
the levels filled;
the
l
atera l s died out in long easy swells;
the air
ways were smoothed beforeus
. In less than
three minutes the covey round the Mark
Boat had shipped their power- lights and
whirred awayu
pon their businesses .
W
h
at s happenedP I gasped. The
nerve- storm within and thevolt
tingle without had passed
:
myinfl
at
o
r
s
weighed like
lead. God
,
H
e knows said Captain George,
soberly.
That old shooting-
star
s skinfriction has discharged the different levels.
I
v
e seen it happen before. Phew W
h
at
a relief
We
dropped from ten to s
1
x
thousandand got rid of our clammy suits
. Tim shut
O
ff and stepped out of the Frame. The
Mark Boat was coming up behind us . He
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opened the colloid in that heavenly stillness
and mopped his face. Hello
,
Williams he cried. A degree
or two out0 station,
ain t youP
May be ,
was the answer from the
Ma rk Boat. I vehad some company
this evening.
So I noticed. Wasn t that quite a l ittle
draught?
I warned you. Why did n t you pull out round by Disko? The east -bound
packets have.
Me?
Not tillI m running aPolar con
s
u
mp
t
i
v
e
s
Sanatorium boat.
Iwas squinting through a colloid before you were out of
your cradle,
my son.
I d be the last man to deny i t
,
the
captain of the Mark Boat replies softly.
The way you handled her just now
I m
a pretty fair j udge of traffic in
a volt -fl
urr
y
it was a thousand revo
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lutions beyond anything e
ven
I
v
e e
ver
seen .
Tim s back supples visibly to this oiling.
Captain George on the c. p. winks and points
to the portrait of a s ingularly attractive
maiden pinned up on Tim s telescope
bracket above the steering- wheel.
I see. Wholly and entirely do I see
There is some talk overhead of coming3round to tea on Friday, a brief report of
the derelict s fate,
and Tim volunteers as he
descends:
For an A. B. C. man young
Williams
is less of a high- tension fool
than some Were you thin king oftaking her on
,
George?
Then I 11
just
have a look round that port -thrust
seems to me its
a trifle warm and we 11
jog along.
The Mark Boat hums off j oyously and
hangs herself up in her appointed eyrie.
Here she wil l stay,
a shutterless obser
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v
a
to
r
y
;
a life-
boat station;
a salvage tug;
a court of ultimate appeal - cum- meteor
o logical bureau for three hundred miles in
all directions,
tillWednesday next when her
relief sl
ides across the stars to take her buf
feted place. Her black hull ,
double con
D
ing-tower,
and ever- ready slings represent
all that remains to the planet of that odd old
word authority. She is responsible only to
theA
r
i
a
l
Board of Control the A. B. C.
of which Tim speaks sofl ipp
a
n tl
y
. But
that semi- elected,
semi-nominated body of a
fewscore persons of both sexes,
controls this
planet.
Transportation is Civilization,
our motto runs . Theoretically,
we do what
we please so long as we do not interfere with
thetraffica
nd
a
l
l
i
t
i
m
p
l
i
es
. Practically,
the
A.
B.
C
.
confirms or annuls all internationalarrangements and
,
to judg
e from its lastr
e
port,
finds our tolerant,
humorous,
lazy
little planet only too ready to sh
ift the whole
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burden Of private administration on its
shoulders .
I discuss this with Tim,
sipping mat
on
the c. p.
while George fans her along over
the white blur of the Banks in beautiful
upward curves of fifty miles each . The
dip- dial translates them on the tape infl ow
ing freehand.
Tim gathers up a skein of it and surveys
the last few feet, which record 162 s paththrough the volt-
fl
urr
y
.
I havent
had a fever- chart like this to
show up in five years,
he says ruefully.
A postal packet
s dip- dial records everyyard of every run . The tapes then go to
the A. B.
C
.
,
which collates and makes
composite photographs of them for the
instruction of captains.
Tim studies hisirrevocable past,
shaking his head . Hello
Here s afi f
teen
-hundred-foot
drop at eighty-fi
v
e
degrees
We must
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have been standing on our heads then,
George.
You don t say so,
George answers . I
fancied I noticed it at the time.
George may not have CaptainPurn a l l s
catlike swiftness,
but he is a ll an artist to the
tips of the broad fingers that play on the
shunt-stops . The del ic iousfl ig
h
t
- curves
come away on the tape withn
ever a waver.
The Mark Boat s vertical spindle of lightlies down to eastward
,
setting in the face of
the following stars . Westward,
where no
planet should rise,
the triple verticals of
Trinity Bay(
we keep sti ll to the Southe
rn
route)
make a low- lifting haze.W
e
seem the only thing at rest under al l the
heavens;
floating at ease till the earth s
revolution shall turn up our landingtowers .
And minute by minute our s i lent c lock
gives us a sixteen
-second mile.
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Somefine night,
saysTim.We
11be
e
ven
with that clock s Master.
Hes
coming now,
says George,
over
his shoulder.
I m chasing the night
west.
The stars ahead dim no more than if a
film of mist had been drawn underunob
served,
but the deep air-boom on our skin
changes to a joyful shout.
The dawn-gust, says T im. It11
go on to meet the Sun. Look Look
There s the dark being crammed back over
our bow
Come to the after-colloid. I 11
show you something.
The engine- room is hot and stuffy;
the
clerks in the coach are asleep,
and theSlave
of the Ray is near to fol low them. Tim
slides open the aft colloid and reveals thecurve of the world the ocean s deepe st
purple edged with fuming and intolerable
gold.
Then the Sun rises and through the
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colloid strikes out our lamps . Tim scowls
in his face . Squirrels in a cage
,
he mutters .That
s
al l we are. Squirrels in a cage
He
s
going twice as fast as us .J
ust you
wait a fe w years,
my sh ining friend and
we 11take steps thatwill amaze you.W
e
l l
J
oshua you
Yes,
that is our dream:
to turn all earth
into theVale ofAjalon at our pleasure. Sofar
,
we can drag out the dawn to twice its
normal length in these latitudes . But some
day e
ven
on theEquator we shal l hold
theSun level in his full stride.
Now we look down on a sea thronged with
heavy tr
a
fli
c
. A big submersible breaks
water suddenly. Another and another
follow with a swash and a suck and asavage bubbl ing of relieved pressures .
The deep-sea freighters are rising to lung
up after the lon
g night,
and the leisurely
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ocean is all patterned with peacock s eyes
of foam.
W
e
11
lung up,
too,
saysTim,
and when
we return to the c. p.G
eorge shuts off,
the
colloids are opened,
and the fresh air sweeps
her out. There is no hurry. The old con
tracts(
they will be revised at the end of the
year)
allow twelve hours for a run which any
packet can put behind her in ten . So we
breakfast in the arms of an easterly slantwhich pushes us along at a languid twenty.
To enjoy life,
and tobacco,
begin both on
a sunny morning half a mile or so above the
dappled Atlantic cloud- belts and after a
volt-flur
r
y
which has cleared and tempered
your nerves . While we discussed the thick
en
in
g
traffic with the superiority that comes
of having a high level reserved to ourselves,we heard
(
a n d I f o r t h e first time)
the
morning hymn on a Hospital boat.
She was cloaked by a skein of ravelled fluff
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beneath us and we caught the chant beforeshe rose into the sunlight.o
h
,
y
e
W
i
nd
s
o
f
G
o
d
,
sang the uns
een voices:
bl
ess
y
e
t
he Lor
d
P
ra
i
se H
i
m
a
nd
ma
g
n i
f
y
H
i
m
f
or
e
ver
We slidoff our caps and oin ed in . When
our shadow fell a cross her great open plat
forms theylookedup
and stretched out their
hands neighbourly while they sang. We
could see the doctors and the nurses and thewhite-button- l ike faces of the cot- patients .
She passed slowly beneath us,
heading
northward,
her hull,
wet with the dews of
the night, all ablaze in the sunshine.
Sotook she the shadow of a cloud and vanished
,
her song continuing.
0
h
,
y
e
h
ol
y
a
nd
h
u
m
b
l e
m
e
n
o
f
h
ea
r
t
,
bl
e
ss
y
e
t
h
e
L
or
d
P
r
a i
s
e
H
i
m
a
nd
m
a
g
n
i
f
y
H
i
m
f
ore
v
e
r
.
She s a public lunger or she wouldn
t
have been singing theBen ed
ici t
e
:
and shes
a Greenlander or she wouldnt
have snow
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blinds ov
er her colloids,
said George at
last. She l l be bound for Fre
d
e
r
ik
s
h
a
v
n
or one of the Glacier sanatoriums for a
month . If she was an accident ward she d
be hung up at the eight- thousand-foot level.
Yes consumptives .
Funny how the new things are the o ld
things. Ive
read in books,
Tim answered,
that savages used to haul their sick and
woun ded up to the tops of hills because mic
r
o
b
es
w
e
re fewer there.We
hoist em into
sterilized air for a while. Same idea. How
much do the doctors say weve
added to
the average life of a man P
Thirty years,
says George with a
twinkle in his eye. Are we going to spend em all up here
,
Tim?
Flap along, then.
Flap along.
Who
s
hinderingP the senior captain laug
hed,
as
we went in .
W
e
held a good lift to clear the coastwise
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and Continental shipping;
and we hadn
e
e
d
of it . Though our route is in no sense a
populated one,
there is a steady trickle of
traffic this way along. We met Hudson
Bay furriers out of the Great Preserve,
hurrying to make their departure from
Bonavista with sable and black fox for the
insatiable markets. We over- crossedKee
watin liners,
smalla
n
d cramped;
but their
captai
ns, who see no land between Trep
a s
s
y
and Blanco,
know what gold they bring
back from West Africa. Trans-Asiatic
Directs,
we met,
soberly ringing the world
round the Fiftieth Meridian at an honestseventy knots
;
and white-painted Ackroyd
Hunt fruiters out of the sout h fled
beneath us,
their ventilated hulls whistling
like Chinese kites.
Their market is in theNorth among the northern sanatoria where
you can smell their grapefruit and bananas
across the cold snows . Argentine beef
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boats we sighted
too
,
of enormous capacityand unlovely outline. They
,
too,
feed the
northern health stations in ice-bound ports
where submersibles dare not rise.
Yellowbellied ore -flat
s
and U
ngava
petrol- tanks punted down leisurely out of
the north like str
ings of unfrightened wild
duck. It does not pay to fly minerals
and oil a mile farther than is necessary;
but
the risks of transhipping to submersibles inthe ice- packoff Nain orHebron are so great
that these heavy freighters fly down to Hali
fax direct,
and scent the a ir as they go.
They are the biggest tramps aloft exceptthe Athabasca grain-tubs . But these last
,
now that the wheat is moved,
are busy,
over the world s shoulder,
timber- lifting in
Siberia.
We held to theSt. Lawrence(
it is astonish
ing how the old water - ways st il l pull us
children of the air)
,
and followed his broad
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line of black between its drifting ice blocks,
all down the Park that the wisdom of
our fathers bu t every one k n ows the
uebec run.
W
e
dropped to the Heights Receiving
Towers twenty minutes ahead of time and
there hung at ease till the YokohamaI
n
te
rm
e
d
i
ate Packet could pull out and give
us our proper slip. It was curious to watch
the action of the holding-down cl ips al l alongthe frosty river front as the boats cleared or
came to rest. A big Hamburger was leav
ing PontLevis and her crew,
unshipping the
platform railings, began to sing
Elsinore
the oldest of our chanteys . You know
it of course:
M
o
ther Ru
g
en
s tea
-
hous
e on the
B
a
lti c
Forty couple wa ltzing on thefl
oor
A
n
d
y
ou c
a
n
wa
tch
m
y
R
a
y
,
F
or I
m
u
st
g
o awa
y
A
nd dance
wi
t
h E l laS
w
e
y
n
a
t Els i
nore
l
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Then,
while they sweated home the cover
ing- plates:
N or
or
-
N
o
r
-
N or
W
e
s
t
f
romS
ourabay
a
to
t
he Ba lti c
N i net
y
knot
a
n hourto the ShawlM
o
therRug
en
s t
ea
ouse on
t
h
e
B
a
lti c
And a
dan c
e wi th
Ella S
w
e
y
n
a
t
El si nore
The clips parted with a gesture ofindig
nant dismissal,
as though
uebec,
glittering
under her snows,
were casting out these light
and unworthy lovers . Our signal came
from theHeights . Tim turned and floated
up, but surely then it was with passionate appeal that the great tower arms flung
open or did I think so because on the
upper staging a l ittle hooded figure also
opened her arms wide towards her father?>
I a
:
I
n
ten seconds the coach with its clerks
clashed down
to the receiving-caisson;
the
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V
E ASKE DHIMT
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turbines,
and Tim,
prouder of this than a ll,
introduced me to the maiden of the photo
graph on
the shelf
.
And by the way,
said he to her ,
stepping forth in sunshine
under the hat of civil l ife,
I saw young
Wi l l iams in the Mark Boat. I ve asked
him to tea on Friday.
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AERIAL BOARD OF CONTROL
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Lig
h
t
s
No changes in Engl ish Inl and lights for week endingDec . 18 .
PL
AN
E
TARYC
OAS
TAL LIGHTS . Week endingD
ec . 1
8 .
V
erde incli ned guide-l ight changes froml
s
t
proximoto triplefl ash
green white green
i
n place ofoccult ing red as heretofore. The warning lightfor
H
armattan winds wil l be continuous verticalglare
(
white)
on all o ases of trans-S
aharan N.
E.
by E . Mai nRoutes .I
NV
ER
C
ARGIL
(
N. Z
.
)
Fromlst prox. : ext
reme south
erly
light(double red)
wi ll exhibit white beam inclined45
degrees on approach ofS
outherlyBuster . Trafficflies h igh
o
ff
this coast betweenApril andOctober .T
AB
LE BAY Devil sPeakGlare removed toSimonsberg.Traffic m
a
king Table Mountain coastwise keep alllights from Three
A
nchorBay
at least five shippinghundred feet under
,
and do not round to till beyondE . shoulderDevil
sPeak .SAN
D
H EA
D
S
LI G HT Green triple vertical marks newprivate landing-stage forBa
y
andBurma traffic onl y.S
N
AEF
E
LL J O
KUL Wh
ite occulting l ight withdrawnfor winter.
PATAGON
IA - NO summer light south C. Pilar . Th isincludesStaten Island andPortStanl ey.
C.
NAV
AR I N
uadruple fog flash(
white)
,
one minuteintervals
(
new)
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AERIAL BOARD OFCONTROL
EAS
TC
APE
Fog flash
single whitewi th
single bomb.
3
0
sec
. interval s(
new)
.
M
AL
AYAN ARC H I PELAGO lights unreliable owing
c
ruptions
.
Lay from S
omerset
to Singapore direct
,
keepinghighest levels.F
or
the B
oa rd:
C
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THU
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h
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.
VAN H
E
DDE
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Week endingDec . 18 th.S
AB LE ISLAN D LAN D ING TOWERS Green freighter,
number indistinguishable,
U
p
-
ended,
and fore-
tankpierc
ed after collision,
passed 300-ft. level 2 P .M.
D
ec
.
1
5
th
. Watched to water and pithed byMarkBoat
.
N.
F.
BANKS
PostalPacket162 reportsH
a lma freighter(
Fowey St
.
John s)
abandoned,
leaking afterweather
,
46
1
5
N . 50 15 W. Crew rescued by
Planet linerAsteroi d . Watched to water and pithedby postal packet,
Dec. 14th .KE
RGUELE NM
ARKBOAT reports last cal l fromC
y
me
na
freighter(
Gayer Tong-Huk Co.)
taking waterand sinking in snow-storm
S
o
u
t
h
M
cD
o
n
a
ld Islands .No wreckage recovered. Addresses
,
etc.,
of crew at
allA
.
B
.
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Hig
h
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Le ve l Slee t
The Northern weather so far shows no sign Of improvement
.
From all quarters come complaints of theunusual prevalence of sleet at the h igher levels
. R
acingplanes and digs alike have suffered severely the formerfrom unequal deposits of half- frozen slush on their vans(
and only those who have held up a badly balanced plane
in a cross wind know what that means)
,
and the latterfrom loaded bows and snow-cased bodies. As
a consequence
,
the Northern and Northwestern upper levelshave b
e
en practically abandoned,
and the high fliershave returned to the ignoble security of the Three
,
E
v
e
,
andS
ix hundred foot levels . But
there remaina
.
few undaunted sun-hunters who,
in spite of froz
en stays
and ice -
jammed connecting-
rods , still haunt the blueempyrean.Ba t
-
Boa t Ra c in
g
The scandal s of the past few years have at last movedthe yachting world to concerted action in regard to ba
t
boat racing .
W
e have been treated to the spectacle of what arepractically keeled rac
i ng-planes driven a clear five foot ormore above the water
,
and onl y eased down to touchtheir s
o
-called native element as they near the line.
Judges and starters have bee n conveniently blind to thisabs
u
rdity,
but the public demonstration offS
t
.
Catherine sLight at theAutumnRegattashas borne ample
,
iftardy,
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