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The widow looked at the questioner for a moment.”No,” said she, “I didn’t row. I forgot to bring the oars from the house; but it didn’t matter, for I didn’t know how to use them, and if there had been a sail I couldn’t have put it up, for I didn’t know how to use it, either. I used the rudder to make the boat go. The rudder was the only thing I knew anything about. I’d held a rudder when I was a little girl, and I knew how to work it. So I just took hold of the handle of the rudder and turned it round and round, and that made the boat go ahead, you know, and–“

“Madam!” exclaimed Captain Bird, and the other elderly mariners took their pipes from their mouths.

“Yes, that is the way I did it,” continued the widow, briskly.”Big steamships are made to go by a propeller turning round and round at their back ends, and I made the rudder work in the same way, and I got along very well, too, until suddenly, when I was about a quarter of a mile from the shore, a most terrible and awful storm arose. There must have been a typhoon or a cyclone out at sea, for the waves came up the bay bigger than houses, and when they got to the head of the bay they turned around and tried to get out to sea again. So in this way they continually met, and made the most awful and roarin’ pilin’ up of waves that ever was known.

“My little boat was pitched about as if it had been a feather in a breeze, and when the front part of it was cleavin’ itself down into the water the hind part was stickin’ up until the rudder whizzed around like a patent churn with no milk in it. The thunder began to roar and the lightnin’ flashed, and three seagulls, so nearly frightened to death that they began to turn up the whites of their eyes, flew down and sat on one of the seats of the boat, forgettin’ in that awful moment that man was their nat’ral enemy. I had a couple of biscuits in my pocket, because I had thought I might want a bite in crossing, and I crumbled up one of these and fed the poor creatures. Then I began to wonder what I was goin’ to do, for things were gettin’ awfuller and awfuller every instant, and the little boat was a- heavin’ and a-pitchin’ and a-rollin’ and h’istin’ itself up, first on one end and then on the other, to such an extent that if I hadn’t kept tight hold of the rudder-handle I’d slipped off the seat I was sittin’ on.

“All of a sudden I remembered that oil in the can; but just as I was puttin’ my fingers on the cork my conscience smote me. ‘Am I goin’ to use this oil,’ I said to myself, ‘and let my sister-in-law’s husband be wrecked for want of it?’And then I thought that he wouldn’t want it all that night, and perhaps they would buy oil the next day, and so I poured out about a tumblerful of it on the water, and I can just tell you sailormen that you never saw anything act as prompt as that did. In three seconds, or perhaps five, the water all around me, for the distance of a small front yard, was just as flat as a table and as smooth as glass, and so invitin’ in appearance that the three gulls jumped out of the boat and began to swim about on it, primin’ their feathers and lookin’ at themselves in the transparent depths, though I must say that one of them made an awful face as he dipped his bill into the water and tasted kerosene.