The Boy Pilot of the Lakes; Or, Nat Morton's Perils
The Boy Pilot of the Lakes; Or, Nat Morton's Perils
By Frank V. Webster
1 Apr, 2020
"There's a rowboat adrift!" exclaimed one of a group of men who stood on the edge of a large pier at Chicago's waterfront.
"Yes, and the steamer will sure smash it," added another. "She's headed right for it! It's a wonder folks wouldn't learn to
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"There's a rowboat adrift!" exclaimed one of a group of men who stood on the edge of a large pier at Chicago's waterfront.
"Yes, and the steamer will sure smash it," added another. "She's headed right for it! It's a wonder folks wouldn't learn to tie their boats secure. Whose is it?"
"I don't know. It's a good boat, though. Pity to see it knocked into kindling wood."
"That's right."
The pilot of the big freight steamer, which was approaching her dock after a voyage down Lake Michigan, also saw the drifting boat now, and, doubtless thinking someone was in it, he pulled the whistle wire sharply. A hoarse blast from the steamer's siren came across the water. The signal was one of alarm. Less