auction ’em off some day and get rid of ’em?’ And the captain of the yard’s friend got busy and hectographed letters were mailed to all the junk-dealers in the city, and posted in the post-office and custom-house corridors, and the sale advertised in the local papers, according to the law.  And after the sixty days required by the law, they were auctioned off with some other junk.  There were thirteen people attended the sale, but only one bid, and that from a little stooped fellow with the beard of a prophet, who offered sixty-seven cents for the lot, and took it off in a two-wheeled hand-cart he’d brought with him.  And they turned in the sixty-seven cents, together with the bill for advertising—­six dollars and seventy-five cents—­and considered they had done quite a stroke of business.  But back comes a letter from the Bureau of Profit and Loss—­or so the captain of the yard said he thought it was—­wanting to know who gave them authority to advertise and sell the property of the United States without authority; and before the inquiry was concluded there were three of them rolled through a G.C.M., and the captain of the yard’s friend was broke.  And writing him about it, his friend had closed his letter with:  ’Don’t ever, on your life, have anything to do with any condemned property without you know where you’re at every minute.’

“And this yard captain didn’t intend to, and so he added Endorsement No. 2, saying he had no authority, and returned it to the commandant, who sent it back, with Endorsement No. 3, asking to be informed, and so on, and the yard captain tacked on Endorsement No. 4, respectfully suggesting that in compliance with regulations, page 11,336, section 142, paragraphs 24-27, or whatever it was, that it be referred to the Bureau of Replies and Queries at Washington.  Which it was, and they returned it to the yard, this time to the yard master, for further and more specific information.  And the yard master, after locking it in his safe and going home and sleeping on it overnight, glued on an endorsement that you couldn’t have convicted a fish of swimming by, and hoisted it over to the yard captain bright and early in the morning.

“By this time the yard captain was beginning to believe that some politician was after his job, and if so—­Well, they’d have to snap ’em over pretty fast to catch him playing too far off his base, and he slid it back to the Bureau of Replies and so forth, who passed it on to the Bureau of Odds and Ends, where it steamed in and out among a lot of swivel-chairs, who were not to be upset easily.  They put in a couple of heavy-eyed weeks on it, and rolled it back finally to the commandant for further information.  Above all, before an intelligent judgment could be rendered, they especially desired to be informed where the hose came from originally.