Bob Crantz wrote:

We watched the weather all through that awful night, and kept an eye on the
barometer, to be prepared for the least change. There was not the slightest
change recorded by the instrument, during the whole time. Words cannot
describe the comfort that that friendly, hopeful, steadfast thing was to me
in that season of trouble. It was a defective barometer, and had no hand but
the stationary brass pointer, but I did not know that until afterward. If I
should be in such a situation again, I should not wish for any barometer but
that one.

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Well, you got some bites but were they worth it? A tramp, a
broad, an other.

Flying Tadpole

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