Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 September 1893 — Swearing a Cause for Thanks. [ARTICLE]

Swearing a Cause for Thanks.

The Bishop was no sailor. He thought the capful of wind was an Atlantic storm, and worried the captain by asking him constantly if there was any danger. The captain led his lordship to the hatch over the fo’cs’le. “You hear the crew blaspheming,” he said; “do you think those men would use such oaths if there was any danger of their meeting death?” The sun set in an angry storm-torn sky, the wind rose higher yet and the good steamer pitched and rolled and groaned and creaked. It was midnight, and a portly figure crept forward to the fo’cs’le hatch, the dim light glimmered upon a pair of skip-clad calves and an apron. !“Thank heaven!” murmured the bishop, "they are still swearing." ” J, ‘ Or keeping quiet one never repents, of talking be always does.