Practice Typing

I was not surprised to see somebody sitting aft, on the deck, with his legs dangling over the mud. You see I rather chummed with the few mechanics there were in that station, whom the other pilgrims naturally despised on account of their imperfect manners, I suppose. This was the foreman a boiler maker by trade a good worker. He was a lank, bony, yellow faced man, with big intense eyes.