Wet Sacks on the Glass
- Cheap passage
- Busier than the day
- Passage slackens
Maudry Kell roared down the Tide House lamp-floor for wet sacks to go over the glass-pot before it cracked, and her stokers slapped them on with steam hissing off their sleeves. The link came up clean on the turn of the tide, and 5,449 travellers crossed at a tenth of a drop a span.