MY INCOGNITO IS EXPLODED
A FTER a close study of the face of the pilot on watch, I was satisfied that I had never seen him before, so I went up there. The pilot inspected me; I reinspected the pilot. These customary preliminaries over, I sat down on the high bench, and he faced about and went on with his work. Every detail of the pilot-house was familiar to me, with one exception--a large-mouthed tube under the breast- board. I puzzled over that thing a considerable time; then gave up and asked what it was for.
"To hear the engine-bells through."
It was another good contrivance which ought to have been invented half a century sooner. So I was thinking when the pilot asked:
"Do you know what this rope is for?"
I managed to get around this question without committing myself.
"Is this the first time you were ever in a pilot- house?"
I crept under that one.
"Where are you from?"
"First time you have ever been West?"
I climbed over this one.