I9OI-2 TRANSACTIONS. 61 



Would I change with my brother a league inland? 

 ("Shoal! 'Ware shoal!") Not I. ' 



At the careless end of night 



I thrill to the nearing screw, 



I turn to the neafing light, 



And I call to the drowsy crew ; 



And the mud boils foul and blue 



As the blind how backs away. 



Do they give me their thanks if she clears the banks ? 



(" Shoal ! 'Ware shoal !") Not they. 



Through the blurr of the whirling snow. 

 Or the black of the inky sleet. 

 The lanterns, gather and grow. 

 And I look for the homeward fleet. 

 Rattle of block and sheet- 

 Ready about ! Stand by ! 



Shall I ask them a fee that they fetch the quay? 

 ("Shoal ! 'Ware shoal !") Not I. 



I swoop and I surge and I swing. 



In the rip of the racing tide ; 



By the gates of Doom I sing ; 



On the horns of death I ride. 



A ship-length overside 



Between the course and the sand. 



Fretted and bound, I bide ; 



Peril whereof 1 cry. 



Would I change with my brother a league inland? 



(" Shoal ! 'Ware shoal ! ") Not I. 



The Courtenay whistling buoy is a most successful, in- 

 genious and original invention. It is fitted with a long 

 cylinder reaching down into the sea below wave action. As 

 the buoy rises and falls on the water this cylinder acts as an 

 air compressor, the compressed air being forced out through a 

 large whistle on the superstructure, and emitting a fitful and 

 distinctive moan. We have now in the Dominion over thirty 

 of these buoys, and are rapidly adding to the number. 



Another very successful and original buoy is the Pintsch 

 gas lighted buoy, in which a specially purified gas is compress- 

 ed to 10 or 12 atmospheres, and supplied to a group of burn- 



