Adventure Magazine Cover, February 3, 1921 — page 165: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

The World’s Opinion live, or more probably to die, as Fate chose. Those, however, that were left sufficed for all maternal wants, and such was Goomasaka’s love for them, or theirs for 159 her, that some even remained with dear mamma, or nearabouts, after she had hatched out her next brood in the following year. Some “maw,” I guess. Be eter: *- ~ by Chesterl. Saxby Author of “El Capitén Arrrnie,’ “Not for a Thousand” RNIE SONDHEIM, seventeen years before the mast and in all that time accumulating neither more nor less than any other able seaman, to wit: a sea-chest indiffer- ently stowed, an experience and observa- tion of considerable extent and a hardihood almost inconceivable to a landsman, looked upon the forlorn little vessel, dry-rotted above deck and fire-gutted below hatches, that fortune had managed to thrust upon him all in a moment; and as he looked, he laughed—not because he wanted to but because there seemed nothing else to ex- press his emotion. He told himself that he accepted along with those other immaterial acquisitions of his seafaring life that culminative gift of the grim ocean to its devotees—fatalism. It had been in the back of his head for some time; now he reasoned that as a religion it had proved itself. He could not forget—since he never fort- got anything—that there had been a time when to be captain of a mud-scow must have filled him with pride and satisfaction. Now in his saving of the Jessica he had doomed himself—if he had not already done_ that sufficiently. Lelona laughed and called the vessel a lugger, Lelona whose doe-eyed, Castilian vividness of beauty sent him to sea to fight wind and water and fire, Lelona who shared his compact and marked the value of life. With the Jessica he had meant to end this aimless drifting and be done with Jessica and winds and tide. And Lelona laughed and called the vessel a lugger. Aye, he did not doubt it might be his—this lugger. He did not doubt the Ancient Mariner could claim absolute possession of the albatross that hung at his neck. Japes said the ship was his; indeed, he did not see how he could get rid of it. To the diminutive Yankee cook he re- marked stoically: ~ “Maybe we could sell the timbers in her and pay off the crew.”’ Whereupon Japes narrowed his shrewd Yankee eyes, pursed his monkey lips and, swallowing hard, suggested— ‘“W’y not repair ’er an’ ship the crew on ag’in?”’ In his plucky manner he added: ‘“Ain’t I got two thousan’ dollars? we be pardners.”’ Arnie stared into the offing and said nothing just then. When he had come from seeing Lelona a second time—having been impelled thither past anything he could do Let’s EOMMICLOOOKS (C@