The coastwise steamer _Lycoming_ was being warped into her berth along the Hudson River in New York City. A fussy, little tug was pushing against the _Lycoming’s_ bow, while other puffing, bustling tugs butted the great ship astern, in an effort to swing the vessel at right angles to the stream and push her into her dock. On the _Lycoming’s_ lower deck sailors stood ready to cast great hawsers ashore the moment the ship should be within reach of the pier. As motionless as though he were a part of the ship itself, the captain stood on the bridge, silent and watchful, giving occasional orders. The upper decks were alive with passengers, who swarmed to the rail, eagerly scanning the faces of th…
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