Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR 91 BEFORE THE BATTLE under the dictation of Trimble's newly learnt craft, the tree was dragged forth by its roots and hung suspended like a scalp to attest his prowess. "It was resultant, then, that the industrious Janet must perforce take notice, for the spars and guys had crowded her garden unmercifully. She must have reasoned that I was at the bottom of the scheme, tho her father held nominal command, and I believe I would have made a fair headway with her if Trimble's nautical instincts had not become so infernally aroused. He was for learning all and everything; and what with poring over Admiralty charts and taking countless observations in the mimic sea of the truck garden, I was like to have become a captive to his half-sensed humor. "One day, that we might test his new knowledge, I suggested a sail to the Spithead in the ship's jolly-boat, Trimble to act as officer and Janet and I to take his orders. He was de lighted with the idea, and, of course, Janet was, willy-nilly, mustered into the crew. 1 ' It was under a clear, friendly sun that we put out into the harbor; I remember it well, for its rays seemed to cluster on Trimble's horn spectacles and his pop-eyes fairly danced with his tiny command. "Janet and I, as bidden, were seated on a thwart in the boat's waist. I may be held accountable for remissness of duty, but to say truth, when once I had placed the steering oar in Trimble's itching fingers and had trimmed the little sail to his liking, I clean forgot both his presence and the further management of our frail cockle, so intent was I on the fair shipmate by my side. "We must have been off the Head, with the wind dead astern, when our commander, venturing to come about, stirred me from my sweet prospect. A cloud drift was forming on the eastern skyline, and already angry little