Herman Cyril McNeile

Herman Cyril McNeile

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Portrait of Herman Cyril McNeile Herman Cyril McNeile The Seven Missionaries (1923)

Again murmuring his thanks, the missionary departed, and shortly afterward we saw him in earnest converse with the wireless operator. And that worthy, having read the message and scratched his head, stared a little dazedly at the Reverend Samuel Longfellow, obviously feeling some doubts as to his sanity. To be asked to dispatch to the world at large a message beginning “Dear Brother,” and finishing “Yours in the church” struck him as being something which a self-respecting wireless operator should not be asked to do.
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Portrait of Herman Cyril McNeile Herman Cyril McNeile The Seven Missionaries (1923)

The skipper was called away on some matter, and Jim and I strolled back past the two parsons. They both looked up at us with mild interest as we passed, but neither of them gave the faintest sign of recognition.
NOW that did strike me as strange. A clergyman may swear if he likes, but why in the name of fortune he should utterly ignore a man whom he evidently knew was beyond me.
“Come and lean over the side, Jim,” I said, when we were out of earshot. “I want to tell you something funny. Only don't look around.”
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Portrait of Herman Cyril McNeile Herman Cyril McNeile The Seven Missionaries (1923)

IT was the first night out on the last stage that Jim and I were sitting talking with the skipper on the bridge. Occasionally the sharp, hissing crackle of the wireless installation broke the silence, and through the open door of the cabin we could see the operator working away in his shirt sleeves.
“I guess it's hard to begin to estimate what we sailors owe to Marconi for that invention,” said Kelly thoughtfully. “Now that we've got it, it seems almost incredible to think how we got along without it. And what can I do for you, sir?”
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