The Deep Sea's Toll

THE DEEP SEA’S TOLL

“’Tis Tommie I’m after,” hollers back the Skipper.
BY JAMES B. CONNOLLY AUTHOR OF “OUT OF GLOUCESTER,” “THE SEINERS,” ETC. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY W. J. Aylward & H. Reuterdahl
CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS NEW YORK::::::::::::::::::::1905
Copyright, 1905, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS —— Published, September, 1905 TROW DIRECTORY PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY NEW YORK



IT was a howling gale outside, but howling gales were common things to Peter, and he did not see why this one need hinder his taking a little stroll along the docks. Something in the appearance of the vessel just rounding the Point helped to give new life to the idea he had been entertaining for some minutes now—that a little trip along the harbor front wouldn’t be a half bad notion.
Exactly what that something was Peter could not say. Queer inner workings were not to be argued as if they were Trust or Tariff questions; but this vessel—and she certainly was an able vessel—and the vessel just before her was an able vessel too—both these vessels, he might say, tearing around the Point, rails buried and booms dragging, did suggest in some way Peter couldn’t quite reason out, that his intended little voyage was a good idea.