Heavy it
certainly was, though of such fine metal that its weight seemed
incredible. And when one knew that these things carried electric
wiring.... Or _did they_?... Never was made an electric wire that
was as heavy as that.
Cleek carried one of these tubings to the dock's edge, with the aid of
Dollops handed it over into the hands that were outstretched to receive
it, and went back for another one. Back and forth and back and forth they
went, lifting, carrying, delivering, until one boat was loaded, and
another one hove into sight in its place. He watched the first one's slow
progress out across the murky waters for a moment, making a pretense of
mopping his forehead with his handkerchief meanwhile. It was loaded
_below_ the water-mark! It hung so low in the water that it looked a mere
smudge upon the face of it, a ribbon of sail flapping from its slender
mast.
Electrical tubings, eh? Faugh! a pretty story that....
Two boats were filled, three, four.... A fifth came riding up under the
very nose of the last, and settled itself with a rattle of chains and
bumping of sides against the quay.
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