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Chapter 13 — Dr. Pitferge Tells of the Ghost
Chapter 13 — Dr. Pitferge Tells of the Ghost At lunch Dean Pitferge told me that the reverend gentleman had admirably enlarged on his text. Battering rams, armed forts, and submarine torpedoes had figured in his discourse; as for himself, he was made great by the greatness of America. If it pleases America to be thus extolled, I have nothing to say. Entering the grand saloon, I read the following note: Lat. 50° 8’ N. Long. 30° 44’ W Course, 255 miles. Always the same result. We had only made eleven hundred miles, including the three hundred and ten between Fastenet and Liverpool, about a third part of our voyage. During the remainder of the day officers, sailors, and passengers continued to rest in accordance with established custom. Not a piano sounded in the silent saloons; the che
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