street to the river we hear the women laughing, tinkling and bright in
the night air.
We climb the ladder and Tim calls to us from his little boat, Mind
yourselves going up that ladder. Oh, boys, oh, boys, wasnt that a grand
night? Good night, boys, and good night, Father.
We watch his little boat till it disappears into the dark of the Pough-
keepsie riverbank.The priest says good night and goes below and the
First Officer follows him.
I stand on the deck with the Wireless Officer looking at the lights
of America twinkling. He says, My God, that was a lovely night, Frank.
Isnt this a great country altogether?
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