| Summary: | song n "Noa, b'y," the skipper answered, "but I'll get there, whatever." The nose of the Heavenly Rest was turned shoreward. Sang the skipper, humming it to himself in a rasping sing-song: "When Joe Bett's P'int you is abreast, Dane's Rock bears due west. West-nor'west you must steer, 'Til Brimstone Head do appear. "The tickle's narrow, not very wide; The deepest water's on the starboard side When in the harbour you is shot, Four fathoms you has got." The old song was chart enough for Skip- per Zachariah. Three times the [i] Heavenly Rest [-] ran in and out. Then she sighted Dane's Rock, which bore due west, true enough. West-nor'west was the course she followed, running blindly through the fog and heeling to the wind. Brimstone Head appeared in due time; and in due time the rocks of the tickle - that narrow entrance to the harbour - appeared in vague, forbid- ding form to port and starboard. The W Kirwin 1/80 JH 1/80 [-] telltale [-] File at _song_. Not used Not used Not used
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