TRAVELLING INCOGNITO.

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Irishman lager for a month, and he's a dead man. An Irishman is
lined with copper, and the beer corrodes it. But whiskey polishes
the copper and
is the saving of
him, sir/

At eight
o'clock, promptly,
we backed out
and—crossed the
river. As we
crept toward the
shore, in the thick
darkness, a blind-
ing glory of whit*.-
electric light burst
suddenly from our
foreastle, and lit
up the water and
the warehouses as
with a noon-day
glare. Another
big change, this—
no more flickering,
smoky, pitch-drip-
ping, ineffectual
torch - baskets,
now : their day
is past. Next,
instead of calling
out a score of
hands to Tn«.-n the
stage, a couple of
men and a hatful
of steam lowered

it from the derrick where it was suspended, launched it, deposited it
in just the right spot, and the whole thing was over and done with
before a mate in the olden time could have got his profanity-mill

THE ELECTRIC