A SWEET KISS FROM DOLLY.
[TOM FAIRWEATHER GOES TO BASSORAH, THE HOME OF SINDBAD THE SAILOR.]
BY LIEUTENANT E. W. STURDY.
Tom awoke late one morning, to his disappointment, because the night before his father had told him that the next day they would anchor off the Shat-el-Arab River. He sprang on deck eagerly. "Land! Land!" had an ever-fresh fascination for him.
But where was the land? He gazed about him in surprise. The ship was anchored, by all the signs, but anchored apparently in mid-ocean. Directly ahead of them, however, was a black buoy, which, as Tom knew, was not an ordinary feature of mid-ocean scenery.