Divided between our rubber and such topics as these, we were running (as we thought) into Halifax Harbour, on the fifteenth night, with little wind and a bright moon - indeed, we had made the Light at its outer entrance, and put the pilot in
charge - when suddenly the ship struck upon a bank of mud.
So Caesar said to the pilot in
the tempest, Caesarem portas, et fortunam ejus.
He was so curious that he even ventured to ask the pilot in
a low voice.
The three have apparently been held under highly questionable charges that the father, who had been a pilot in
Syria, is somehow involved in terrorist activities.
We have observed the results of the lanelogic pilot in
Texas/OK and the results are encouraging.