Adventure Magazine Cover — page 139: what you’re looking at

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The Mate of Le Maire 133 They found her in the tropics, With the rust upon her sides, A-pitching and a-lifting, And a-swinging to the tides; With three mad men aboard her And the rest gone overside,— And a iad whose hair was whitened,— Oh, he held her like a bride, Did Johnnie, Johnnie Martin. He stood, the last man standing, And he clung unto her wheel, His tired eyes smiling kindly At the lifting of her keel: He stood, alive, but dying, His packet’s colors flying, And the poor old ship a-sighing. To his hands upon her wheel, The hands of Johnnie Martin. They buried Johnnie Martin In the sleepy tropic deep, And they left the smiling orphan To a sailor’s quiet sleep: They lowered her colors flying, To wrap around him, dying, Oh, they wrapped him in her colors For his last long sleep, Happy Johnnie, Johnnie Martin. Wupss ¥ \} gas y [oA hi YA i fy 33 /'Z MY Bs ‘ae ——\\\\ GON ND Sh y ., COMmiCbooks.Gonn