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Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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l itanyhow. And he stared me out of me laugh. Theres no seagoin craft in the harbor, I says, tostop his nonsinse. There is another launch, he remar-rks casually. We looked at each other and he thin says: Can yerun a gasoline engine? I have had to, I infor-rms him, but I dislike the smell. The owner of this launch is not here, says me youngsprig. And he niver tould us not to take it. If youllrun the engine well be off and rescue the folks on theGladys! Be the saints! I laughed to kill mesilf, till the littlebrat up and remar-rks to the gang: These lighthouseofficers wear a unifor-rm and have no wor-rkin clothes atall, not needin thim in their business. So I parleyed with thim a momint to save me face.And how will ye save thim thats dyin in deep watthers? By tomorrow nobody can cross the bar, Iminfor-rmed. And the skipper of the Gladys dont knowthis coast. Well just pick him up and pilot him in. But the bar! I protests. Its too rough to cross alaunch inwardbound, even if ye can get out.
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For the Love of Mercy, What Is That? I Yelled I know the soft places, says the little sprig of a bhoy,very proudly. Come on. And if I dont come? I inquired. He leaned over and touched the brass buttons on mejacket. Ye have sworn to do your best, says he. Ivenot had a chance to take me oath yet as a second-classscout, but between ourselves we have done so. I appeal toyez as one man to another. I got up. Ive niver expicted to serve undher so smalla captain, I remar-rks, but that is neither here nor there.Where is that gasoline engine? We stepped proudly off in the dusk, me bould Tadhouldin himsilf very straight beside me and the gangmarchin at our heels shouldher to shouldher. Prisintlywe came to a wharf and ridin to the float below it was abig white launch, cabined and decked. Tad jumped downand the gang folleyed. Thin I lowered mesilf down withdignity and intered the miserable engine room. I have run every sort of engine and machine made byexperts and other ignoramuses. I balk at noth

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