Identifier: mccluresmagazinev8mccl (find matches)
Title: McClure's magazine
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: McClure, S. S. (Samuel Sidney), 1857-1949
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Publisher: New York : S.S. McClure
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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d, yellow-bearded, short,but deep chested, with the bandy legs of avery muscular man. Our contest was an un-fair one, for he was several inches shorterin the reach than I, and knew nothingabout sparring, although I have no doubthe was a formidable person in a street row.I kept propping him off as he rushed at me,and, at last, finding that he was deter-mined to bore his way in, I had to hit himout with some severity. An hour or soafterwards, as I sat reading in the saloon,there was a murmur in the mates .berth,which was next door, and suddenly I heardthe steward say, in loud tones of convic-tion: So help me, Colin, hes the bestsurrr-geon weve had! Hes blackenedmy ee! It was the first (and very nearlythe last) testimonial that I ever receivedto my professional abilities. He was a good fellow, the steward, andas I look back at that long voyage, dur-ing which, for seven months, we never setour feet upon land, his kindly, open faceis one of those of which I like to think. CON AN DOYLE. 461
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Capt. D. Gray. Dr. Conan Doyle. G. Walker. Dr. Neal. Mr. Leigh Smith. Capt. John Gray. A GROUP ON THE QUARTER-DECK OF MR. LEIGH SMITHS YACHT EIRA, GREENLAND. From a photograph taken by W. J. A. Grant, Esq., and kindly loaned by him for reproduction. He had a very beautiful and sympathetictenor voice, and many an hour have Ilistened to it with its accompaniment ofrattling plates and jingling knives as hecleaned up the dishes in his pantry. Heknew a great store of pathetic and senti-mental songs, and it is only when youhave not seen a womans face for sixmonths that you realize what sentimentmeans. When Jack trilled out HerBright Smile Haunts Me Still, or Waitfor Me at Heavens Gate, Sweet BelleMahone, he filled us all with a vague,sweet discontent, which comes back to menow as I think of it. As to his boxing,he practised with me every day, and be-came a formidable opponent—especiallywhen there was a sea on, when, with hismore experienced sea-legs, he could comecharging down with the he

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