the starn-end here for mine.”
With chalk he zoned the dingy deck and roared,
“Git for’rard acrost that line!”
He lighted his pipe and twirled the wheel and
calmly then he crossed his knees.
“Go for’rard,” said he, “this end is mine an’
I’ll steer jest where I gol-durn please.”
For’rard went Dan with never a word, never
protested, never demurred,
But as soon as he reached the cat-head bolt the