As the S. S. Haiti of the Colombian line neared St. Thomas harbor in the Virgin Islands, a dove, flying aimlessly far from land, alit on the deck. Wireless Operator William D. Collins occupied his idle hours cooing, chirruping, making enticing gestures with his fingers. The dove's hunger overcame its distrust when the man offered crumbs in his palm. The man, thinking the small creature loved him, felt benevolent, like God.
When Sheik, the Haiti's white tomcat, saw the dove, it made him feel like a tomcat. He was not hungry, but only...
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