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Title: Dog-watches at sea
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: King, Stanton H. (Stanton Henry), 1867-1939
Subjects: Sailors
Publisher: Boston, New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ith the 270 DOG-WATCHES AT SEA shore, I was surprised to find Coleman underthe influence of Hquor. Finding me on theforecastle head, he took my hand, saying, King, old boy, I m going to desert. Be-fore I could dissuade him, he threw a ropesend over the side, and let himself slide intothe sea. As he struck the water, I was byhis side. We were moored head and stern up aninlet which was perhaps a half mile wide.From our mooring-place it was quite twohundred yards to the nearest shore. It wasraining, and the awnings were housed, whichprevented the sentry seeing the phospho-rescent wake we made as we struck out forthe beach. I knew that sharks had been caught inthis anchorage, but all fears of such enemieswere forgotten when Coleman cried, Oh,King, I m sinking ! Now was the time for me to exercise theskill of my early boyhood training in thewater. No, no, old fellow, put your hands onmy shoulders, and rest yourself. He heldon a few moments, a heavy drag on me. Take off your shoes, Coleman.
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SHE WAS A WRECK, UNFIT FOR SEA IN THE BRIG 271 I cant; they are too tightly laced. Taking my knife from the lanyard aroundmy neck, I dove for his feet, and releasedhim from his heavy soldiers shoes. Thenhauling off his trousers and blouse, I rolledthem with my blue uniform into a bundle,and tied them into my silk neckerchief. With Coleman holding the bundle in onehand, while with the other he rested himselfon my shoulder, we struggled for the shore.Now and again he would ease up on me anddo some paddling for himself. Oh, the reliefwhen he said, I m on the bottom ! Shorter than he, I could not touch bottomwith my feet. Exhausted, and bleeding atthe nostrils and ears, I held on to my friendwhile he waded in to the beach. For fullyan hour we remained quiet, till we hadstrength enough to wring the water fromour clothes. The place was barren, with not a sign of ahouse or any habitation. For two miles wetrudged along the country road on our wayto town. I tried to persuade my chum toreturn t

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