A yacht was backing away from her wharf in Sydney, Nova Scotia, early one morning last week. Suddenly her superstructure, just forward of her one funnel, shook and belched with the flames of a violent explosion. An engineer staggered on deck, his face broiled, clothes hanging in sooty tatters. The fire, racing aft, drove two half-dressed women out of their cabin. They were badly roasted stumbling to the wharf. A man with a dory rescued the captain's young son from where he was marooned on the burning quarterdeck.
Two boatfuls of British...
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