“Because,” said the face, “I am the Head of Tide Water, . .”
. . . At last appeared a dark object on the surface of the water, and as they came nearer, a long neck could be seen, with a head that grinned at Jan and said:
“I guess you can go on a bit farther, my man.”
“I intend to,” said Jan. “Why not?”
“Because,” said the face, “I am the Head of Tide Water, and it’s only small boats that can go by me. I turn all the rest back.”
“I see,” said Jan, “sort of a river-policeman.”
“No, a police-bouy,” said the Head of Tide Water, and laughed very loud because he had made a bad joke.
From the Story: JAN THE LION KILLER
In The Miz.
Written by Grace E. Ward.
Illustrations by Clara E. Atwood.
Little, Brown, & Co.: Boston. 1904.
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