I knows a port, an' it's a good port,
I knows a home, an' it's a good home
But O the pretty that is my sort,
That's wearyin' till I come!
"I knows a day, an' it's a fine day,
The day a sailor man comes back to town.
I knows a tide, an' it's a good tide,
The tide that gets you quick to anchors down.
I knows a day, an' it's a fine day,
I knows a tide, an' its' a good tide
And God help the lubber, I say,
That's stole the sailor man's bride!"
The song had its way with them and they joined in and lay to their oars
with almost too much goodwill. Gering, his arms upon the side of the
canoe, was looking into the water idly. It was clear far down, and
presently he saw what seemed a feather growing out of the side of a rock.
It struck him as strange, and he gave word to back water. They were just
outside the Boilers in deep water. Drawing back carefully, he saw the
feather again, and ordered one of the divers to go down. They could see
the man descend and gather the feather, then he plunged deeper still and
they lost sight of him. But soon he came up rapidly, and was quickly
inside the boat, to tell Gering that he had seen several great guns. At
this the crew peered over the boat-side eagerly. Gering's heart beat
hard.
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