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I imagined the wildflowers, plumes of Indian paintbrush, tight clusters of sky pilot, that would be born and wither and die without ever being seen by a human eye.

It's us for th' sky pilot, an' then th' same range for life.

You’re not wailing for a Sunday School and a sky pilot?”

Jim had known him before he became a "sky pilot," and so fully did he believe him, that no one dared to say a word against him in his hearing.

Some sailors staring through a deck light took him for a "sky pilot" reading the burial service for their fellow, but thought him over-long about it.