Adventure Magazine Cover — page 104: what you’re looking at

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96 steps and intercepted Micky and the mate as they were going down the companion. _“Jus’ a moment, skipper. There’s some- thin’ forrard I want to show you. I kinda had an idea that Nati was no place for a white man’s son—so I brought him aboard an’ laid him out nicely.” “You brought my Bob aboard?” Blue Peter touched his cap. “He is in th’ forehold—next th’ fo’castle bulkhead. He’s got th’ pearls in a poke around his neck, sir.” Micky struggled from Red’s arms, stag- gered over the quarter-deck, went down the steps and dashed forward to the forehatch. The Lascar aided the little skipper in getting Adventure the slime from the hatch and opening it. A glad and somewhat indignant shout racked the schooner when Micky came upon his trussed-up son. Red Landyard nipped Blue Peter’s arm. “‘T guess you’re responsible,’’ drawled the mate. ‘‘An’ I guess you'll be forgiven. How did you know that Nati would blow up? You must have deducted it—or used in- tuition.” ‘“‘T used some 0’ one an’ some of th’ other, sir. Ye know rats desert a sinkin’ ship— then why wouldn’t they desert a volcanic island?”’ Blue Peter touched his gray forelock and walked off the quarter-deck. S2E-A- G-U.LZL S by Glenn Ward Dresbach EA GULLS are dreams of sailormen Who can not go to sea again; They haunt the harbors rich with lees Of old wine of the tropic seas; They haunt the paths of ships that turn To ports of wonder they must yearn— And, crying their futility, Still dip their wings in vastness of the Sea. And I have seen old rovers wait Beside the wharves, insatiate, With smell of spray, with longing eyes, Following sea gulls in the skies Above the ships—now left behind By their own dreams, with nothing kind On earth except the memory Of lust and magic of the passionate Sea. O sea gulls, bring from hinterlands The moonlight creeping on the sands, A bit of tossing foam the stars Turned into pearls by drifted spars; And bring a snatch of song, from lips Like wild hibiscus, blown to ships In tropic bays, that there may be, For sailors old, signs from their love—the Sea! Go lNOOLKKS (©