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man's help or opposition. Equally so does it seem 

 this great gleaming confident thing of power and 

 metal came inevitably out of the past, and will lead 

 on to still more shiping, still swifter and securer 

 monsters in the future. 



One sees in a perspective of history, first the 

 little cockle-shells of Columbus, the comings and 

 goings of the precarious Tudor adventurers, the 

 slow uncertain shipping of colonial days. . . . 



We're a city rather than a ship, our funnels go 

 up over the height of any reasonable church spire, 

 and you need walk the main deck from end to end 

 and back only four times to do a mile. Any one 

 who has been to London and seen Trafalgar 

 Square will get our dimensions perfectly when he 

 realizes that we should only squeeze into that finest 

 site in Europe, diagonally, dwarfing the National 

 Gallery, St. Martin's Church, hotels, and every 

 other building there out of e.xistence, our funnels 

 towering five feet higher than Nelson on his 



^°^""^"- //. G. IVells. 



Running Before the Wind ^o -;:> 

 (From A Tarpaulin Muster) 



■\17'E were at sea off the Kivcr I'late, running 



south like a stag. The wind had been slowly 



freshening for twenty-four hours, and for one whole 



day wc had whitened the sea like a battleship. 



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