"Just the wind. That little breeze would have picked up a two-hundred-pound man like a feather."
"Weren't you scared?"
"No," said the light-keeper, "didn't have time to think of it. Cookie was scared, all right."
"Have you a cook on the rock?" said Eric in surprise, "I thought you all took turns to cook."
"The men do, in most o' the lighthouses," was the reply, "but Tillamook's so cut off from everything that we've five men on the post. That means quite a bit o' cookin', an' so we have a chef all our own. Didn't you ever hear the story o' Cookie?"
Sliding Down to Work.
Lighthouse-builders on cableway from top of cliff to platform beside reef, unapproachable by boats.
"Never," said the boy, "go ahead!"