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-The Project Gutenberg eBook of To the lights, by Roy Norton
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-Title: To the lights
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-Author: Roy Norton
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-Release Date: October 9, 2022 [eBook #69063]
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-Language: English
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-Produced by: Roger Frank
-
-*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TO THE LIGHTS ***
-
-
-
-
-
- To the Lights
-
- by Roy Norton
-
-
- A story of gallant men and angry seas, by the author
- of “The Unknown Mr. Kent,” “Captains Three” and many
- other notable stories.
-
-“As chairman of one of the largest of the Billingsgate wholesale
-fish-dealing companies, I can assure your correspondent that the
-cause for the current high prices does not rest with the dealers.
-Your correspondent, who is evidently ignorant of basic facts,
-asserts that although it is the fishermen themselves who actually
-catch the fish, they--the fishermen--do not receive a commensurate
-share of the price which the people ultimately pay for a staple
-article of food. I must therefore correct him, and _insist that they
-do_.
-
-“Contrary to your correspondent’s mere surmise, I may say that the
-hardships of a trawlerman’s life are enormously exaggerated. It must
-be borne in mind that these men are brought up from childhood to
-regard their ships as their homes, that there they are most
-comfortable and in their element, that they are bountifully fed,
-that they are in a measure independent because all work without
-wage, but share on a well-adjusted proportion of the price which the
-fish command at auction (and I may add that our buyers on the spot
-are invariably and sometimes uncomfortably liberal in their bids),
-and that they do neither toil immoderately nor run any very serious
-risks.
-
-“It stands to reason that these men when in fear of storms can
-always run to shelter, and that they do. There is no serious
-hardship or stress in the lives of the trawlermen. If your
-correspondent were to suggest such a thing to a fisherman, he would
-be laughed at. No, they get much for little, and it is we men of
-business who, by the investment of capital and brains, fluctuations
-in price, etc., run all the risk.”
-
-(Extract from a letter in the _London Daily Market Scrutineer_.)
-
- * * * * *
-
-Captain Joshua Fairley was pulling on the thick woolen stockings
-that would protect his ordinary socks and his trousers-legs from the
-harshness and oiliness of his great sea-boots. He sat on the edge of
-his bed in his cottage on Brixham hillside and stared out of the
-window thoughtfully at the sea whose surface was nearly two hundred
-feet below. He felt all of his seventy-five years, as if each had
-hammered him and battered him, and contemplated the hard truth that
-after a bitter venture that had failed, he was about to start life
-over again.
-
-He pulled on his short “jack boots” absent-mindedly, and then
-disgusted with his own mistake, jerked them off, stood them in the
-corner and picked up and drew on the huge and hulking ones. He
-crossed one leg over the other and inspected a new half-sole and
-muttered: “Old Gamble be the best cobbler in Brixham yet! Still
-doing his work. And he bean’t growlin’ at it, or at Providence, or
-anything else. When I went to get the boot, he was whistlin’ like
-one of them skylarks. So--I’ll whistle too.”
-
-He puckered his lips beneath the white beard and mustache and tried,
-“Abide with Me,” which to his mind was second only to “Rock of
-Ages,” and reached for his faded blue jersey and pulled it over his
-head, still bravely trying to be melodious and cheerful.
-
-“Father, be anything the matter witfc ’ee?” a voice hailed him as he
-cleared his head and touseled white hair from the clinging embrace
-of the knitted folds.
-
-He appreciated, then, that for many months he had not attempted to
-whistle a melody, and that the mere fact that he had made such
-attempt was proof to other ears that he was endeavoring to put a
-cheerful face upon some trying predicament.
-
-“Not a thing in the world, lass,” he declared, turning to meet the
-troubled eyes of his widowed daughter.
-
-“You’re worrited,” she said, coming swiftly across to him and
-putting work-hardened hands on his broad, bent shoulders.
-
-“Not too much,” he said, still making gallant pretense. “Us has
-still got the _I’ll Try_. Come here and look at her.” He pulled her
-over to the window set into the deep cob-walls built more than a
-hundred years before, and with a gnarled finger pointed through the
-leaded panes at the outer harbor below. “There she be. Look at her.
-I was a fool, Nettie, an old fool! I tried to get rich by puttin’ in
-they petrol motors, and hangin’ screw astarn. I thought they
-newfangled boats were the thing; but--it cost so much to run ’em
-they didn’t pay. So us has sold they engines, and had ’em hauled
-out, and--the _I’ll Try_ be just the same as she was when I built
-her, livin’ by her sails and the winds of the Lord Almighty. Just as
-she was! No, not quite, because she’s got a wheel instead of the big
-clumsy tiller, and--I was a fool. All I should have done to her was
-to put in a boiler and a steam winch to handle the trawl. That was a
-mistake. But--there her be, waitin’ for us, all our own, and mebbe
-her’ll be glad to have they dirty engines out of her again.
-Everything considerin’,” he announced, almost triumphantly, “us be
-doin’ right well. Us owns this house. Us owns the _I’ll Try_. Us
-don’t owe a farthing, and us has more than nine and twenty pound in
-the bank to--” his voice halted, lowered a trifle, and then
-finished--“to start over again. Us’ll use the wind, hereafter, and
-make money so that when I have to quit the sea, our two nippers’ll
-have a fine start. A proper good start!”
-
- * * * * *
-
-She fathomed his anxieties as well as his brave dissimulation, and
-shook her head sadly, and stared up at him affectionately.
-
-“Listen, lass,” he said, knowing that his pretense had failed.
-“After all, naught matters but the harbor lights. I doan’t mean they
-lights out there on Berry Head, and at the end of the breakwater, or
-the pier. I mean the lights that should shine for all of us when we
-come home from sea after all v’yages be done. Them’s the lights that
-count. The ones that finally brings us home. So--nothin’ else
-matters much to us, because us has done our best. Bean’t it so?
-You’m been a good darter to me! And us has got all this, and I be
-good for ten years more, and--” Again he stopped, scratched his
-white head with his fingers, seemed distracted, and worried, and
-ended with: “And so what the hell’s there to bother about? Tell me
-that!”
-
-She was not shocked by his abrupt reversion to seaman’s speech. The
-turbid exclamations of his everyday life had nothing in common with
-his sincere convictions. As she had once warned a meddlesome but
-well-intentioned and well-shocked visiting curate, there was an
-unrecognized line of division between Captain Joshua’s faith,
-reverence and devoutness, and his use of words when in mental or
-physical action.
-
-“His grandsons, my boys,” she stoutly asserted, “says bad things
-sometimes. Their gran-f’ur may be careless in front of them
-sometimes; but he have put great arms over they two lads shoulders
-at night when they all knelt, and taught them proper respect for God
-Almighty. That be enough! Thou could’st do no more by they lads than
-he--Captain Joshua! I think it’s better that ’ee go, now,
-and--please don’t ’ee ever come back, lest the good Lord knows thou
-wastest time! Such men as Captain Joshua be a lot better, I do
-reckon, than be you.”
-
-That the well-meaning curate came no more did not perturb her. They
-say he never did.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Captain Joshua trudged down the steep and devious ways of the
-Overgang, with a bundle under his arm. To him the quaint roofs, the
-narrow street, the occasional stretches of gray stone wall were of
-no interest. He rolled past a wandering artist who, with easel and
-paints, was enraptured with a view, and under his breath grunted a
-derisive: “Humph! Loafin’ lout! If I could get him aboard the _I’ll
-Try_ for a month, I’d make a useful man out of nothing. Playing with
-pretty things, he be. No use!”
-
-He could not resist the temptation to stand in front of a
-ship-chandler’s show-window and stare therein at a compact steam
-winch scarcely larger than a sewing machine, and the brass-bound
-boiler beside it.
-
-“Wish to the Lord I’d a bought you instead of that blamed
-motor-engine,” he thought. “The _I’ll Try_ be one of the last ships
-left that has to hoist trawls by hand-winch and--great dollops, it
-do be hard work!”
-
-A long, troubled sigh slipped out before he could check it, and he
-had turned to hasten away lest the sin of envy creep through his
-mind, when the voice of the chandler stopped him.
-
-“Morning, Captain Josh. See you looking at that winch. I had
-expected you’d be in to buy that lot for the _I’ll Try_. You should
-have it. It does more work than two men aboard. Wouldn’t you like
-it?”
-
-“I’d like it, all right, John,” said the skipper, “but what with bad
-catches and bad markets, and that fool experiment with motors, I
-haven’t the money, and--”
-
-The ship-chandler laughed as if immensely amused.
-
-“Since when has any man in Brixham town asked anything more than the
-word of Captain Josh? Why, you can have my shop on your word!”
-
-“Nope,” said the veteran. “I’ll never buy anything more I can’t pay
-for. I’m too old now to take any chance on debts. When my time
-comes, those up there on the hill--you know,”--and he jerked a heavy
-thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his home,--“they’ll have
-no debts of mine to meet. Not one! Not a damned farthing!”
-
-“I’ll risk your living to be a hundred, unless, of course, the sea
-gets you,” insisted the dealer; but the old mariner smiled and shook
-his head.
-
-“Of course, John, it aint got me yet; but I dare say that some time
-it and me’ll have a tussle when I’ll come off second best. But I’ll
-not have the steam winch till I can pay cash for it.”
-
-“All right! Go it, you stubborn old shell-back!” laughed the
-chandler; and then as Captain Josh continued his rolling, clumping
-way down the narrow street, smiled at his obstinacy, and discovering
-that his new assistant, who had but recently arrived from Bristol,
-was at his side said garrulously: “There he goes, white of head and
-clean of heart. Unbending! And I can remember, as a boy, when he was
-six feet two tall, and the broadest-shouldered man in all the port.
-Admiral of the fleet, for more than twenty years. As good a
-sailorman as ever cleared from Brixham. Fight as well as he can
-pray. One time, about twenty years ago, when he was nigh on to
-fifty-five, there was a free-for-all ruction down on the quay. He
-tried to be a peacemaker and quoted the Bible at ’em; but when that
-didn’t work, he sailed in; and Lord, love me, boy! He gave ’em more
-fight than they’d ever seen in all their lives! He made ’em sick of
-fightin’ in about three minutes. When he got through, they was
-layin’ about like dog-fish, gaspin’ and wrigglin’ like mad. All the
-fight was gone out of ’em; but they do say that the language he used
-while things was hot indicated that for the time being he’d
-forgotten all the scripture ever he knew. You’re from Bristol, young
-fellow, but take a look at that old feller, so’s you’ll know him
-again, because, I tell you, you’re lookin’ at a man!”
-
-And the new assistant, to please his employer, looked,
-and--smothered a derisive grin!
-
- * * * * *
-
-The ships in the harbor rocked and swayed, lifted and fell in the
-rhythmic upheave and downfall of the swell that pushed in and out of
-Torbay. They seemed a part of that splendid beauty of gray or red
-cliffs that reared themselves about it, a part of the sea that in
-lazy mood merely rippled its shores, or in sou’easterly tempests
-tore in fury inward as if to rip the red and gray cliffs from their
-foundations and obliterate the encircling earth. But the red and
-gray cliffs invariably won.
-
-The ships in the harbor, ketch-rigged, red-sailed, able to live in
-seas where huge liners perished, were eager to be liberated from
-their moorings. Their crews, clumsy, awkward, inept on land, but
-dexterous, apt and graceful on sea-washed decks, breathed deeply,
-freely, once they stepped aboard the dinghies that they must row
-from the placidity of the inner harbor out into the surge. The
-battered, ugly hands, torn perpetually by the gash of rope and
-trawl, tarred to blackness, thick-fingered, huge-knuckled, that
-ashore swung aimlessly and ungainly, seemed now to be endowed with
-power, decision and skill. The feet that, incased in the high
-leather boots, stumbled over the cobbles of the village streets, now
-deftly adapted themselves to the roll of the sea.
-
-The land was not their element. It was foreign. It was sometimes
-distasteful. It was too hard. It did not yield and sway and give. It
-had no life in itself. It was a dead thing that never moved and
-never met their tread, and when it lay inert beneath them, they
-sustained a subconscious distrust of its solidity. To these men who
-throughout all their years had been habituated to the great,
-comforting roll of the sea, or the petulant unrest of it when like
-an angry child it had stormed as if at restraint, the land was
-stagnant, uncomfortable, unnatural, a sullen thing without soul or
-spirit of its own.
-
-The dinghies rocked and rolled and tossed when they left the pier;
-but in each one man sat and pulled at a heavy oar that was of
-feather’s weight in his time-trained hands, while another stood,
-faced the bow and pushed, ever keeping an eye on destination. And
-ever he balanced as delicately and as surely as a Circus-rider on
-the bare back of a horse, yielding, taking, but adroitly maintaining
-his mastery. The men in the boats passed comments that might sound
-strange to the ears of the land-accustomed. They shouted their
-comments. And always the interchanges were relative to the sea, for
-to them it was paramount.
-
-As if each boat had mastered a puzzle of action, each came
-eventually to the side of a ship, and its men climbed aboard.
-Always, when they felt the familiar deck beneath their feet, they
-glanced around, their eyes sweeping over the homely objects in
-scrutiny of which most of their lives were passed--here the winch,
-there the end of the warp, here the trawl-beam with its iron heads,
-there the rigging that swept upward in a maze of tarred ropes and
-shrouds to stay the high and swaying masts. And always the final
-look was at the vane, that tiny thing at the peak of the mainmast,
-from forty to sixty feet overhead, where fluttered the gay emblem
-showing whether the wind was fair or foul. That was invariably the
-immediate solicitude, for it told the tale of toil--whether they
-must beat against head-winds, handling and hauling sail, straining
-muscles to gain way, or lounging in luxurious idleness and content
-when, with a fair breeze, the ship put out to sea.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Captain Joshua stood longest of all, thinking of the change. He
-sniffed the air, and thought he still detected the smell of
-gasoline.
-
-“I can smell that damn’d stuff yet, Bill,” he growled to his mate or
-“second hand,” who was nearly as white-headed and sea-scarred as
-himself.
-
-“It hangs on worsen gin to an old woman’s breath,” growled that
-worthy, who was a vociferous teetotaler and never lost an
-opportunity for comparison. “They aint nothin’ smells wuss’n that
-peetrul, unless it’s one o’ they polecats what lives around with
-farmers because they don’t know no better. I tell ’ee, Skipper, the
-Lord gives us the wind, and it bean’t natural for either men or
-ships to try to run on alcohol.”
-
-“Alkerhol? Hell! They bean’t no alkerhol in that peetrol,” insisted
-Bob Noon, the only member of the crew who ever imbibed, and was the
-constant source of solicitude for the mate, who strove persistently
-to reform him. “It looks like gin, and it smells strong, but it aint
-the same at all. I knows. I tried it.”
-
-“’Course you would! You be an unreginerate soul! Oh, I know all about
-you,” roared the mate. “Di’n’t I hear tell how when you was at say
-in them windjammers what went Hawaiian-wise, you’m got drunk on
-cologne-water? And aint I told ’ee, scores an scores o’ times, that
-you’m a--”
-
-“S’pose us stows the gab and gets to sea,” Captain Joshua
-interrupted, as he had done hundreds of times before when argument
-threatened.
-
-The _I’ll Try_ cast loose her mooring. Her big mains’l crawled up,
-traveler hoops a-creak, block and tackle singing a shrill song. She
-took on way and edged out into Torbay like a maiden pretending shy
-modesty. Her running bowsprit was loosened, slid outward, and from
-it sprouted more red sails. Her mizzen spread red canvas, and above
-it climbed another sheet. Her trim, sharp bow lifted and fell,
-carelessly ripping and imperiously dividing the rash waves. But the
-waves joined again, and were undismayed. They chuckled when they
-reunited at the stern, and fell together in the boiling wake. They
-conspired mischievously; for in that Channel, the greatest maritime
-artery on the whole globe, are perhaps the moodiest of waters.
-Fickle as the affections of a jungle-bred lioness, playful as a
-lioness can be and--dangerous and savage as the lioness when
-crossed. On that Channel a single hour of time may change the sea
-from the placidity of a lake to the ferocity of a tempest.
-
- * * * * *
-
-But two days had passed since the _I’ll Try_ sailed from Brixham in
-the sunshine, with the Channel all aglow with turquoise lights, and
-over waves that seemed playfully dancing with gladness and good
-will; but now she lay beaten and distracted under the shortest
-possible canvas, cringing as if from oft-repeated blows upon her
-oaken ribs. On her wet, slippery and heavily rolling and bounding
-deck, with tarpaulins and sou’westers dripping with driven rain and
-spray, every man of her crew, from skipper to cabin-boy, fought
-doggedly, desperately at the hand-winch. For seven hours thev had
-labored thus, unceasingly, until now they were too wearied and spent
-for speech. They laid breasts, hands or shoulders to the long bars,
-bent their backs, planted their feet, lowered their heads like bulls
-in a charge and tried again to make the weary treadmill round in the
-hope of hoisting the trawl. The great net, held open by a forty-foot
-beam and towed along the bottom of the sea floor upon “trawl-heads”
-that were like huge steel sled-runners, had caught what the men of
-the _I’ll Try_ surmised must be a sunken wreck. A trawl, one of the
-most expensive pieces of gear known to the craft, could not be
-abandoned until all hope was gone. Time and again had the thick warp
-been worked in and out, by sheer stubbornness of toil and strength;
-time and again as the ship swung off and lurched, the tired men
-hopefully thought they had felt the trawl, scores of fathoms down,
-yield; but time and again that hope had proved fallacious. And
-always, as they worked, they blinked the sweat from their eyes and
-lifted their anxious regard to the steadily increasing storm. A
-heavier blast smote the ship until she lay so far over that her lea
-bulwark met the water, and waves swept the length of her scuppers.
-
-“’Vast heaving!” rumbled Captain Josh, holding an end of a long
-winch-bar in his hand, and the others fell heavily over the ones
-upon which they had been exerting themselves, to catch breath. “It’s
-no use,” panted the beaten old skipper. “Storm’s got so high it’s
-dangerous to hold on any longer. Us must bend a line on the warp,
-rig a buoy, cut loose, and hope to find our gear another day.”
-
-“Aye! And they be one chance in a million for that,” growled
-Scruggs, the “ancient” of the ship, who having never married, having
-no kinfolk, living forever alone, was regarded by his fellows as a
-pitiable old pessimist.
-
-“It do be the devil’s own luck!” asserted the second hand.
-
-“Aye! And if us had to--” The third member of the crew started a
-sentence that he was never to finish. The unexpected, unusual, rare
-accident was upon them. It came with the swiftness of a stroke of
-forked lightning. The winch-dogs, which worked against cogs, snapped
-with the vicious sharpness of a high explosive. The whole weight of
-the warp, the surging ship and the storm was instantly released. The
-long bars of the winch spun like a huge, malevolent top. The _I’ll
-Try_ seemed to slip sidewise for a few fathoms and then again to lay
-over so far that she was in danger of going on her beam ends. She
-righted herself partially, jerking madly, as if in terror. For a
-moment there was no sound but the shrilling of the winds through her
-rigging and the hammering of the billows.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Captain Josh, stunned, dazed, confused, lifted himself from the heap
-into which he had been thrown against the weather bulwarks, wondered
-why a red blanket blurred his vision, tried to wipe it away with his
-left hand and could not for a moment understand why that numbed arm
-would not respond. It hung limp and broken by his side. His right
-hand came up and swept away the blood that trickled warmly downward
-over his eyes and face. And then his senses returned, swift as light
-through clouds. Horror came with sight.
-
-“My God! My God!” A whimpering voice caught his ears, and he saw the
-cabin-boy crawling up the slope of the deck toward the companionway,
-clutching with outspread fingers at the wet planks, while one leg
-dragged helplessly behind him. Down in the scuppers, with the waters
-submerging them as they swept the ship’s length, lay two sodden
-shapes.
-
-But the fighting spirit, the unquenchable bravery of the broken man
-by the weather bulwarks, tore upward to action. Instantly he caught
-the rail with his big, uninjured arm, lifted himself to his feet,
-and lurched and slithered downward to the nearest man, the mate of
-the _I’ll Try_, who lay unconscious and half-drowned. He seized the
-inert form and dragged it back until he could rest it against a
-hatch from where it could not again roll downward into the wash and
-make death certain by drowning.
-
-“Stand by, lad! Stand by! Hang on to something for a moment. Us has
-got to be men now!” he cried to the whimpering boy, and slipped and
-sprawled downward to seize the body of the ancient one, and
-laboriously drag it to safety.
-
-“Bob! Get Bob!” screamed the boy. “He went over the port side! I saw
-hjm go! Thrown, he was--all in the air-- thrown like a dead fish--by
-they winchbars!”
-
-Captain Josh lunged to the port side, clung to the rail and stared
-outward, releasing his hold only to brush away the trickle of blood
-that again troublesomely obscured his vision. He could see nothing.
-He seized the nearest shrouds and dragged himself upward until he
-perched on the rail; where he stood swaying and peering; but even
-from that vantage of height he could discern nothing living--only
-the tearing uplift of the sea, the spume-thrown crests of waves, the
-murderous swing of the waters. No man could live in that for many
-minutes, be he sound and strong rather than broken and inert. To
-seek was useless. And--there was no time to pause if those aboard
-the _I’ll Try_, and the ship herself, were to survive. The boy was
-still wailing and screaming. Captain Josh dropped heavily to the
-deck, and as he lunged past the boy, shouted: “No use, lad. Poor
-Bob’s gone. God rest him! Steady now! Steady! Us must be steady if
-us would live.” And hurriedly he sought an ax.
-
- * * * * *
-
-He returned and with his uninjured and still powerful arm fell to
-hacking the warp whose drag threatened momentarily to end the _I’ll
-Try_. The severed ends whipped like giant lashes into the air, and
-he narrowly escaped a second blow as the ship-end whistled through
-the air. The wind from its tarred and spraying strands lashed within
-an inch of his eyes as he instinctively jerked his head backward.
-The _I’ll Try_ leaped upward, leaned over, sprang free and seemed to
-fly outward like a tortured wild bird released from captivity. The
-water on her decks swept in a torrent across to the other side in
-great sheets. It carried with it loosened objects, and rope-ends
-that trailed as if eager to follow. The heavy ax with which Captain
-Josh had cut the imperiling warp was lifted, despite its weight, and
-vanished overboard in a smother of green. An iron handspike seemed
-to bound toward freedom, and brought up against the bulwark. The
-_I’ll Try_ lay far over now, and disregarding the wheel that swung
-idly to and fro, swept aimlessly before the storm. And even as she
-disregarded the wheel, Captain Josh disregarded her struggles. He
-jerked a sodden handkerchief from beneath his sodden jersey, tried
-to tie it about his bare head with one hand, realized that it was
-impossible, and hurried to the cabin boy. “Lad,” he said, more
-quietly and in a voice pitched barely high enough to surmount the
-tempest’s roar, “’ee have two hands. Help me to bind this up and
-belay it to my head. I can’t see with all they blood in my eye.
-Come, be brave, lad. Bind it fast and hard.”
-
-The boy forgot his pain under the influence of that steady old
-voice, and obeyed. His young fingers trembled at their task;
-struggled with a simple knot.
-
-“Now,” said Captain Josh, “us must work fast if us are to make port
-again. I know it’s hard, for ’ee has a hurt foot, I take it; but if
-us can make port, it’ll heal. Brace up, for if ’ee doan’t, us’ll
-never again see they harbor lights. All right now?”
-
-“Aye, sir,” the boy asserted with a bravery that his voice belied.
-
-“Then get down the companion and do best ’ee can when I lower away
-they other two. Hang on with one hand to they steps at the bottom
-and try to ease they down. You see us cain’t leave they on deck,
-lest they drown. Can do it?”
-
-“Aye, sir, I can try,” the boy asserted, striving valiantly to meet
-such brave example.
-
-“Then down ’ee goes. Here, I'll give a hand,” said Captain Josh, and
-did his best to assist the boy down the narrow opening and the steep
-steps. “Now stand by to help,” he called as he disappeared from the
-boy’s uplifted and encouraged eyes.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Captain Josh seized the ancient by the folds of tarpaulin and
-jersey, thrusting heavy, horny fingers next to the unconscious skin,
-and dragged his burden across the deck. The toes of the worn
-sea-boots dragged listlessly. The inert hands dragged with equal
-helplessness. But this was no time for anything but action. Captain
-Josh almost pitched headfirst into the companionway under the roll
-and swing of the sea as he lowered his burden downward. Under its
-weight the cabin-boy rocked and swung, standing upon one foot,
-imbued by the indomitable spirit above, and at least lessening the
-shock of the ancient’s fall.
-
-“Cans’t drag him inside, lad? Good! A good lad! Then stand by for
-Bill. It’ll be hard on ’ee, because Bill be heavier than the old
-’un,” he cautioned; and now with one hand, a bleeding head, but with
-an unconquered soul and resolute intent, he lowered through the
-narrow space the last stricken survivor of his crew.
-
-The boy standing upon one foot was not equal to the burden. The
-weight fell heavily. It thumped upon the boards.
-
-“What the hell do ’ee mean by--” began Captain Josh, inspired by
-habitual exercise of discipline; and then, remembering, changed it
-to: “Sorry, lad. Bill be mighty heavy for your arms. Doan’t ’ee
-worry. You’m be doin’ the best ’ee can. He aint hurt no worse than
-was by the fall. I be comin’ down now.”
-
-He stood for a moment, inspecting with swift regard the skies, the
-waves, the aimless drift of the struggling ship, and then muttered,
-“She’ll ride! She must! It’s our only chance,” and then painfully
-dropped below.
-
-At the foot of the companion stairs he found one of his men. Through
-the doorway in the cabin he caught sight of the cabin-boy struggling
-on one foot and despite pain to get the other off the floor and up
-to the bench or the bunk. He crowded inward, and the task was
-accomplished. The other man was also brought in, lifted upward, and
-laid supine. Shutting his teeth against his own anguish, and probing
-with one hand, the skipper fumbled an examination.
-
-“Bill,” he said sagely, “has got, I think, some broken ribs. One
-side. Can’t see what’s wrong with the old ’un. But they both be
-sleepin’ and so aint hurted, now. Cut the boot off ’ee, lad, and
-fall to. Heed what I tell ’ee, because ’ee must stay here by
-them--stay to the last, lad, no matter what may happen, for I be
-goin’ on deck to bring the _I’ll Try_ home.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-And then, quickly, knowing that at any moment death might interrupt,
-Captain Josh gave all the instructions he could, and while he
-talked, fashioned for his broken arm a sling. He squatted down on
-the floor in front of the boy so that the lad’s hands could tie the
-knots. Once he admonished him.
-
-“Tighter, lad! Tighter! Make ’em fast so they can’t slip loose.”
-
-He climbed laboriously up the companion steps, bent over and called
-reassuringly: “I be goin’ to shut ’ee in, so if mayhap more rough
-weather comes, the wash wont drown ’ee out. So doan’t be afraid.
-I'll be at the wheel and--we’ll go home, lad, somehow.”
-
-But when alone he looked at the skies, at the sea and at the sails,
-and shook his head.
-
-“Lord God of all the seas,” he cried, lifting his head and
-reverently closing his fatigued and pain-stricken eyes, “for the
-sake of all they below, help thy unworthy servant, who is so old, so
-broken, so tired, to take the _I’ll Try_ home. But if it be Thy will
-that we are to see no harbor lights again but those by Thy
-everlasting gates, pray let use see them shine clear to bring us to
-Thy port.”
-
-He rolled aft to the wheel that swayed helplessly to and fro, and
-using alternately his hand and knee against the spokes, brought the
-staggering ship up to her work. She seemed grateful for the
-attention, and eager to respond. Her mere rags of red sails filled,
-and she was ready to fight the storm.
-
-“Good old girl! Good old girl!” Captain Josh muttered approvingly.
-“That’s it! Take hold of the wind. Hang on to it!”
-
-For an hour she half fought, half fled with that nearly motionless
-figure steering her, and yet the storm showed no signs of abatement.
-The dusk came early, filled with flying clouds, with wind-torn spray
-and the unceasing charge of great waves. Captain Josh shifted
-anxious eyes skyward, seeking some hope of a break. In all his sixty
-years at sea he had never been more troubled and perplexed.
-
-“If only there’d come a lull at sunset,” he muttered aloud after the
-long stillness, and was slightly startled by the sound of his own
-voice. He considered for a moment whether it was better to think
-aloud, for the companionship of that sound, or to keep his lips
-shut. For the time being he chose the former method and went on: “I
-can’t make or douse sail with one hand, and I be so damned tired now
-that it hurts. It’s mighty risky to let her fall off; but--us must
-have lights! I’ve just got to take the chance and let her come
-round. There’s nothing else to be done.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-He crouched against the wheel, waiting to seize one of the momentary
-lulls when the gale paused to catch breath for another blast.
-
-“Now!” he cried at last, as if addressing his full crew. “Around she
-goes!” and with hand and knee, he deftly worked the wheel until the
-canvas flapped and fluttered, and then under way of impetus and
-storm the _I’ll Try_ hesitated, paid off, leaned over so far that
-her lee rail was awash, was in danger of coming to beam ends if the
-storm sent a quick gust of wind, struggled, recovered, threw water
-from her deck, and fell away. She was not an instant too soon in
-setting her keel, for the blast of wind came, as if angered by the
-skill of ship and man that had robbed it of its prey. It snapped the
-wet canvas. It shrilled through rigging. It screamed across the
-spume. Again she drifted as helplessly as a wreck, buffeted by wind
-and wave, lurching drunkenly, moving aimlessly, shuddering
-spasmodically, and with her wheel free.
-
-Across her decks, slipping, sliding in his big and clumsy sea-boots,
-struggled her skipper, wondering meanwhile if she could possibly
-ride and survive, and hoping only to reach the lanterns that had
-fortunately, if carelessly, been stowed in a stationary fish-box. He
-reached them at last and was vastly concerned by the fear that they
-might have been so drenched that they would not light. He sat flat
-upon the wet and streaming deck in the tiny lee of the companionway,
-caught a lantern in his knees and after many attempts succeeded in
-lighting it. To hoist it with one hand was another trying task. He
-accomplished it, after a time, by first using his few and worn
-teeth, and when they failed, by clutching the rope between his
-knees. He spat a broken tooth out between his bleeding lips, and
-belayed the line to the mainmast.
-
-“Bad and not proper it be, but--mayhap it’ll keep some of they big
-smoke boats from ridin’ us down,” he remarked, hopefully, as he saw
-the swaying, tossing gleam aloft. “Now for the starn lights!” But
-despite his patient efforts, he could light none. He swore with
-inconsequent oaths when one slid from the grasp of his knees and
-rolled swiftly outward, bounding and bumping across the deck, found
-an opening and plunged overboard. He used more expletives when he
-discovered that another had a broken globe, and was useless. Night
-was advancing, black and chill, and he sat for a moment more, flat
-on the deck, and questioning whether he dared risk the great venture
-of going below to see how the stricken remnant of his crew fared.
-The wind defiantly answered him. The ship was straining too hard
-under the stress of storm.
-
-“Nope. I can’t do anything to help ’em, or myself,” he growled. “I
-must get back to the wheel and bring her back to course again,
-before it’s too black. If I could have but a cup of tay and a bit of
-biscuit! Damn it, why didn’t I think to put some of they biscuit in
-my pocket before I came back on deck!”
-
-He stumbled aft again, and again seized the idle and aimlessly
-revolving wheel. Again he watched like a cat, waiting to pounce, and
-seize the momentary advantage of a lull. Again he brought the ship
-back to a course. Whether it was a true one, he could not be
-certain. He was depending now upon his sense of direction alone.
-There was nothing to guide him, not even a solitary star shining
-through the murk. He made mental calculations, reasoning that in the
-beginning the _I’ll Try_ must have been so many miles sou’west off
-the reef-bordered Prawl Point, that the wind had come from due west,
-and that therefore it must be safe to run.
-
-“If it weren’t for they below,” he soliloquized, “I’d lay her to. If
-I were alone, I’d not risk the carrying on, and--mayhap--could make
-it. But--they be badly hurt. So--I must get somewhere. If Prawl
-Point be sixty mile away, and--”
-
- * * * * *
-
-Endlessly he debated the menacing dangers, and dared them. In the
-blackness of the night he fought against an almost unconquerable
-drowsiness; for by now he had been alert for more than forty hours.
-His broken arm throbbed with an ever poignant and increasing
-anguish, but even pain may be dulled by time and endurance, inasmuch
-as there is a climax where kindly nature brings either partial or
-complete unconsciousness. Sometimes in the long hours he felt
-himself swooning, and then he clung harder to the spokes and begged
-that God, in Whom he had such unlimited, unquenchable trust, might
-enable him to keep awake, that he might still sprawl across the
-wheel.
-
-Dawn had come, and the sea was sobbing and spent; Captain Joshua was
-surrendering to the tiredness of long effort; endeavoring to recover
-kindliness after tempestuous outburst, before he reached the
-ultimate end of endurance. He was no longer aware of change. He was
-still fighting, ruggedly and unrelinquishing to the last. His dimmed
-eyes could no longer see. The world rocked and swayed. That off on
-the horizon lay still; pale cliffs, meant nothing to him. All that
-he could concentrate upon was holding the battered ship up to the
-wind. That the wind was dying meant nothing. He thought it still
-a-rage. His uninjured hand seemed paralyzed. He could no longer hold
-a spoke and strove to steer with an elbow, and bony knees.
-
-Mute but fighting to the end, Captain Joshua finally let go the
-wheel, made a last effort, crawled to reach the loose end of a
-halyard, crawled back to the wheel, pulled the _I’ll Try_ up again,
-seated himself upon the wet deck and with one hand and broken teeth
-lashed himself clumsily to the wheel, his back against it, his dying
-legs and feet outsprawled, inert in their heavy and sodden
-sea-boots; and then his weary hand fell listlessly by his side.
-
-A thousand confused conjectures, fears, hopes, and solicitudes
-flashed through Joshua’s brain. He tried to ask the Lord of all the
-seas, whom he had so long followed and loved, to take charge of the
-ship and bring her home. Her destination was no longer of moment to
-him, whether it were the gateways of earthly ports or the harbor
-lights of that haven and heaven to which he had so long aspired. And
-so, clumsily lashed with his back to the wheel, unyielding to the
-last, still fighting when the fight was done, the faint balance of
-sanity swung across to peace as had the sea after the storm, and
-dreaming that he was in his Brixham chapel on the hill, he fell to
-singing in a wavering voice: “Abide with Me.”
-
-Some recess of his brain contained the words he had so many times
-sung, so long loved. Cracked and broken they issued between cracked
-and broken lips, quavering aimlessly into the air his fealty to a
-faith--that hymn written in the old, old port of Brixham town from
-which he and his forbears had sprung; and as a prelude he cried:
-“God, O God! Help me, for I can do no more. ‘Abide with me, fast
-falls the eventide.... And I am far from home.’”
-
- * * * * *
-
-The steam trawler _Williwaw_, after twenty days at sea, rimed by the
-storm, black, and with a heavy plume of smoke wallowing out of her
-funnel, was laying her course for Brixham Port. Captain Moran was
-staring at the streaks of rust and appeared anything but pleased by
-his inspection. His honest, sea-tanned face took on the look of
-preoccupation of one who is engaged in mental calculations as to the
-cost of paint. He was even disturbed when his mate Long, grave-eyed,
-came across the steel deck to him and said: “Looks to me, sir, as if
-there’s something wrong with a ship off there to sta’b’d. Her don’t
-act natural at all, sir.”
-
-Captain Moran turned and trudged past the complex litter of
-mechanism and gear to have a look. After but a moment he shouted
-back to his mate: “You’re right about that, Mr. Long. Run down to
-’em.”
-
-The wheel in the pilot house of the _Williwaw_ whirled, and she
-turned her nose inquisitively on the new course.
-
-“Somethin’ wrong? Aye? There be,” declared one of the crew to others
-who came leisurely up to the starboard rail. “Her be in trouble,
-sure! Look at they sails, what’s left of ’em, and her be yawin’ this
-way and that as if her had no hellum.”
-
-They heard Captain Moran shout to the pilot: “Turn her loose. Put on
-full speed. No use in wasting time.” And from the engine-room
-sounded the clang of shovel and slice-bar; the funnel plume
-blackened, and the _Williwaw_ began to “foam at the mouth” as she
-closed down on the ketch. When her engine was rung down, a peculiar
-silence enveloped her that was broken by Moran’s hail:
-
-“Ahoy there! _I’ll Try_! Ahoy! What’s wrong with you men?”
-
-But he evoked no answer. Under silent way the _Williwaw_ bore
-closer, and now there became faintly audible a cracked old voice
-monotonously droning:
-
- “Abide with me, fast falls the eventide.
- The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
- When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
- Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.”
-
-The voice that came quavering across the sullen waves, as if
-blanketed by the leaden skies, held the men of the _Williwaw_ in its
-spell. They clung to the rail, staring with perplexed eyes and
-parted lips until aroused to action by Moran’s shout: “Stand by to
-lower away a boat there, you men. Mr. Long, go over and learn what’s
-up.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-The boat splashed into the water, and down the steel side of the
-_Williwaw_ went the men to man it. Her screw thrust the sea again to
-hold her off at a safe distance, for the swells still surged and
-lifted forward; but the voice still carried on:
-
- “I fear no woe, with Thee at hand to bless;
- Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
- Where is Death’s sting; where, grave, thy victory?
- I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.”
-
-Sturdily pulled, as if eager to reach the black and battered hull of
-the half-wrecked _I’ll Try_, the boat bobbed upward and downward as
-it was rowed across the intervening space. It came alongside, where,
-standing, swaying, some of its rowers clutched at hand-holds, and
-Long, young, powerful, leaped for strake and rail. He threw a heavy
-boot over inboard and landed on both feet. For an instant he paused,
-bending forward as if doubting sight. He saw a man with white hair,
-stained red here and there, and with a reddened handkerchief bound
-awry over his head and falling over one eye. Streaks of red ran down
-over the disordered white beard. He saw the rope with which the man
-had bound himself to the wheel, and the halyard-end that had at last
-worked free and lay idly upon his lap. He saw the bandaged arm, the
-sprawling feet in sea-boots, the free wheel, and constantly he heard
-that same droning song of faith.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Long rushed over and laid his hand on the broad, bent shoulder, and
-said:
-
-“Josh! Captain Josh! Skipper! Don’t you know me--Long--of the
-_Williwaw_?” But the closed eye did not open or look up, and the
-monotonous reiteration of song went on.
-
-The mate ran to the side and shouted: “Come aboard here, you men.
-This looks bad. I’m going to need help, I think.”
-
-And then, as they clambered inward, he ran to the closed
-companionway, lifted the hatch, recoiled from the foul air, and
-disregarding the steep steps, dropped nimbly below. A whimpering
-sound, as it issued from the lips of a pain-exhausted, terrified boy
-stabbed his ears, and with it mingled a babbling noise that could
-come from nothing else than human delirium.
-
-For an instant his eyes probed the gloom until they accustomed
-themselves to the change from broad daylight. In one of the bunks
-lay a figure that was still and quiet. In another lay the man who
-moaned and babbled. In another lay the boy who now lifted himself to
-an elbow and said: “I couldn’t help it, sir. Skipper, he told me to
-stay here and do my best. I did, sir, and--and--the old un has never
-spoke a word, and the second hand has taken to talkin’ like that all
-the time; and my foot, sir, my foot--oh, it do hurt something awful,
-and I can’t walk no more, I can’t! I tried, sir, I did, and--”
-
-Then the voice broke in a long wail of boyish grief. The strain had
-been too much for even that obdurate, steadfast youthful bravery.
-
-“Steady, lad! Steady!” the mate’s voice quieted him. “You’re all
-right now. Be a sailorman. Don’t give up.”
-
-The boy started to tell the tale of tragedy, but the mate of the
-Williwaw was gone and hurrying upward. On deck he shouted his
-discoveries to Captain Moran of the Williwaw, which now lay close
-by. No time was wasted in this urgent plight. A heavy line was
-brought across, a half-dozen men put aboard, and within a few
-minutes the _I’ll Try_ was being towed through the sea. The funnel
-of the _Williwaw_ now belched smoke as if she were steaming a race
-against time on the reach to Brixham Town. Around the breakwater’s
-end she swung in a flashing sweep to the outer and up to the very
-gates of the inner harbor before she stopped. Surmising tragedy,
-boats put off to meet them, and fishermen swarmed about the _I’ll
-Try_ to assist. Broken men were tenderly carried away. The
-harbor-master’s telephone urged a surgeon to haste. The men on the
-landing-pier thrust and jostled, all eager to serve.
-
-The survivors of the _I’ll Try’s_ crew had come to port at last.
-
-“The lad will pull through,” the surgeon announced to those who
-waited outside the harbor-master’s office, which had been turned
-into a temporary hospital. “The second hand may, though his ribs are
-caved in. The old man you call Scruggs the Ancient, must have died
-very lately because his body is still warm. And Captain
-Joshua--well--they say that when they found him, he tried to tell
-them something about the Harbor Lights.” The surgeon paused, looked
-away from the staring eyes, and then added softly: “He has found
-them.”
-
- * * * * *
-
-When, taken from her iced bunkers by hand, sorted, pulled ashore to
-the great flagged spaces of the fishmarket, carefully laid thereon
-and brought to the “liberal” buyers’ attention by the sonorous clang
-of the auctioneer’s bell and voice, the catch of the _I’ll Try_
-brought six pounds, fourteen shillings and sixpence--nearly
-twenty-six dollars, to be divided amongst the sole survivors of the
-hapless crew. Captain Joshua’s share as owner and skipper came to
-nearly four pounds, or sixteen dollars! The undertaker charged
-fifteen pounds--about sixty dollars--for the coffin; the cemetery
-company charged five pounds, about twenty-five dollars, for the
-six-by-three feet of space which he might forever own as his last
-allotment of earth; and there were certain minor claims for flowers
-in that land where flowers run wild upon great cliffs, but must be
-paid for when laid upon a grave. All that was left thereafter,
-Captain Joshua’s grandsons and widowed daughter might have to live
-upon.
-
-Up on the Brixham hills that night rain fell. Somehow it seemed to
-freshen the handful of flowers that some one had thrown on the grave
-of the lone and ancient mariner, as if he, who after all his
-sea-toil had come to land-rest, merited that humble recognition.
-Perhaps some one loved him, as well as Skipper Joshua. Perhaps God
-in His majestic but kindly pity would send other wild-flowers to
-climb across their graves, blanketing them in the radiance of that
-only One who marks the sparrow’s fall!
-
-
-[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the April 1922 issue
-of Blue Book magazine.]
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-<h1>To the Lights</h1>
-<div style='text-align:center'>By Roy Norton</div>
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-A story of gallant men and angry seas, by the author of “The Unknown
-Mr. Kent,” “Captains Three” and many other notable stories.
-</div>
-
-<p>“As chairman of one of the largest of the Billingsgate wholesale
-fish-dealing companies, I can assure your correspondent that the
-cause for the current high prices does not rest with the dealers.
-Your correspondent, who is evidently ignorant of basic facts,
-asserts that although it is the fishermen themselves who actually
-catch the fish, they&mdash;the fishermen&mdash;do not receive a commensurate
-share of the price which the people ultimately pay for a staple
-article of food. I must therefore correct him, and <i>insist that they
-do</i>.</p>
-
-<p>“Contrary to your correspondent’s mere surmise, I may say that the
-hardships of a trawlerman’s life are enormously exaggerated. It must
-be borne in mind that these men are brought up from childhood to
-regard their ships as their homes, that there they are most
-comfortable and in their element, that they are bountifully fed,
-that they are in a measure independent because all work without
-wage, but share on a well-adjusted proportion of the price which the
-fish command at auction (and I may add that our buyers on the spot
-are invariably and sometimes uncomfortably liberal in their bids),
-and that they do neither toil immoderately nor run any very serious
-risks.</p>
-
-<p>“It stands to reason that these men when in fear of storms can
-always run to shelter, and that they do. There is no serious
-hardship or stress in the lives of the trawlermen. If your
-correspondent were to suggest such a thing to a fisherman, he would
-be laughed at. No, they get much for little, and it is we men of
-business who, by the investment of capital and brains, fluctuations
-in price, etc., run all the risk.”</p>
-
-<p>(Extract from a letter in the <i>London Daily Market Scrutineer</i>.)</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>Captain Joshua Fairley was pulling on the thick woolen stockings
-that would protect his ordinary socks and his trousers-legs from the
-harshness and oiliness of his great sea-boots. He sat on the edge of
-his bed in his cottage on Brixham hillside and stared out of the
-window thoughtfully at the sea whose surface was nearly two hundred
-feet below. He felt all of his seventy-five years, as if each had
-hammered him and battered him, and contemplated the hard truth that
-after a bitter venture that had failed, he was about to start life
-over again.</p>
-
-<p>He pulled on his short “jack boots” absent-mindedly, and then
-disgusted with his own mistake, jerked them off, stood them in the
-corner and picked up and drew on the huge and hulking ones. He
-crossed one leg over the other and inspected a new half-sole and
-muttered: “Old Gamble be the best cobbler in Brixham yet! Still
-doing his work. And he bean’t growlin’ at it, or at Providence, or
-anything else. When I went to get the boot, he was whistlin’ like
-one of them skylarks. So&mdash;I’ll whistle too.”</p>
-
-<p>He puckered his lips beneath the white beard and mustache and tried,
-“Abide with Me,” which to his mind was second only to “Rock of
-Ages,” and reached for his faded blue jersey and pulled it over his
-head, still bravely trying to be melodious and cheerful.</p>
-
-<p>“Father, be anything the matter witfc ’ee?” a voice hailed him as he
-cleared his head and touseled white hair from the clinging embrace
-of the knitted folds.</p>
-
-<p>He appreciated, then, that for many months he had not attempted to
-whistle a melody, and that the mere fact that he had made such
-attempt was proof to other ears that he was endeavoring to put a
-cheerful face upon some trying predicament.</p>
-
-<p>“Not a thing in the world, lass,” he declared, turning to meet the
-troubled eyes of his widowed daughter.</p>
-
-<p>“You’re worrited,” she said, coming swiftly across to him and
-putting work-hardened hands on his broad, bent shoulders.</p>
-
-<p>“Not too much,” he said, still making gallant pretense. “Us has
-still got the <i>I’ll Try</i>. Come here and look at her.” He pulled her
-over to the window set into the deep cob-walls built more than a
-hundred years before, and with a gnarled finger pointed through the
-leaded panes at the outer harbor below. “There she be. Look at her.
-I was a fool, Nettie, an old fool! I tried to get rich by puttin’ in
-they petrol motors, and hangin’ screw astarn. I thought they
-newfangled boats were the thing; but&mdash;it cost so much to run ’em
-they didn’t pay. So us has sold they engines, and had ’em hauled
-out, and&mdash;the <i>I’ll Try</i> be just the same as she was when I built her,
-livin’ by her sails and the winds of the Lord Almighty. Just as she
-was! No, not quite, because she’s got a wheel instead of the big
-clumsy tiller, and&mdash;I was a fool. All I should have done to her was
-to put in a boiler and a steam winch to handle the trawl. That was a
-mistake. But&mdash;there her be, waitin’ for us, all our own, and mebbe
-her’ll be glad to have they dirty engines out of her again.
-Everything considerin’,” he announced, almost triumphantly, “us be
-doin’ right well. Us owns this house. Us owns the <i>I’ll Try</i>. Us don’t
-owe a farthing, and us has more than nine and twenty pound in the
-bank to&mdash;” his voice halted, lowered a trifle, and then
-finished&mdash;“to start over again. Us’ll use the wind, hereafter, and
-make money so that when I have to quit the sea, our two nippers’ll
-have a fine start. A proper good start!”</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>She fathomed his anxieties as well as his brave dissimulation, and
-shook her head sadly, and stared up at him affectionately.</p>
-
-<p>“Listen, lass,” he said, knowing that his pretense had failed.
-“After all, naught matters but the harbor lights. I doan’t mean they
-lights out there on Berry Head, and at the end of the breakwater, or
-the pier. I mean the lights that should shine for all of us when we
-come home from sea after all v’yages be done. Them’s the lights that
-count. The ones that finally brings us home. So&mdash;nothin’ else
-matters much to us, because us has done our best. Bean’t it so?
-You’m been a good darter to me! And us has got all this, and I be
-good for ten years more, and&mdash;” Again he stopped, scratched his
-white head with his fingers, seemed distracted, and worried, and
-ended with: “And so what the hell’s there to bother about? Tell me
-that!”</p>
-
-<p>She was not shocked by his abrupt reversion to seaman’s speech. The
-turbid exclamations of his everyday life had nothing in common with
-his sincere convictions. As she had once warned a meddlesome but
-well-intentioned and well-shocked visiting curate, there was an
-unrecognized line of division between Captain Joshua’s faith,
-reverence and devoutness, and his use of words when in mental or
-physical action.</p>
-
-<p>“His grandsons, my boys,” she stoutly asserted, “says bad things
-sometimes. Their gran-f’ur may be careless in front of them
-sometimes; but he have put great arms over they two lads shoulders
-at night when they all knelt, and taught them proper respect for God
-Almighty. That be enough! Thou could’st do no more by they lads than
-he&mdash;Captain Joshua! I think it’s better that ’ee go, now,
-and&mdash;please don’t ’ee ever come back, lest the good Lord knows thou
-wastest time! Such men as Captain Joshua be a lot better, I do
-reckon, than be you.”</p>
-
-<p>That the well-meaning curate came no more did not perturb her. They
-say he never did.</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>Captain Joshua trudged down the steep and devious ways of the
-Overgang, with a bundle under his arm. To him the quaint roofs, the
-narrow street, the occasional stretches of gray stone wall were of
-no interest. He rolled past a wandering artist who, with easel and
-paints, was enraptured with a view, and under his breath grunted a
-derisive: “Humph! Loafin’ lout! If I could get him aboard the <i>I’ll Try</i>
-for a month, I’d make a useful man out of nothing. Playing with
-pretty things, he be. No use!”</p>
-
-<p>He could not resist the temptation to stand in front of a
-ship-chandler’s show-window and stare therein at a compact steam
-winch scarcely larger than a sewing machine, and the brass-bound
-boiler beside it.</p>
-
-<p>“Wish to the Lord I’d a bought you instead of that blamed
-motor-engine,” he thought. “The <i>I’ll Try</i> be one of the last ships
-left that has to hoist trawls by hand-winch and&mdash;great dollops, it
-do be hard work!”</p>
-
-<p>A long, troubled sigh slipped out before he could check it, and he
-had turned to hasten away lest the sin of envy creep through his
-mind, when the voice of the chandler stopped him.</p>
-
-<p>“Morning, Captain Josh. See you looking at that winch. I had
-expected you’d be in to buy that lot for the <i>I’ll Try</i>. You should
-have it. It does more work than two men aboard. Wouldn’t you like
-it?”</p>
-
-<p>“I’d like it, all right, John,” said the skipper, “but what with bad
-catches and bad markets, and that fool experiment with motors, I
-haven’t the money, and&mdash;”</p>
-
-<p>The ship-chandler laughed as if immensely amused.</p>
-
-<p>“Since when has any man in Brixham town asked anything more than the
-word of Captain Josh? Why, you can have my shop on your word!”</p>
-
-<p>“Nope,” said the veteran. “I’ll never buy anything more I can’t pay
-for. I’m too old now to take any chance on debts. When my time
-comes, those up there on the hill&mdash;you know,”&mdash;and he jerked a
-heavy thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his
-home,&mdash;“they’ll have no debts of mine to meet. Not one! Not a
-damned farthing!”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll risk your living to be a hundred, unless, of course, the sea
-gets you,” insisted the dealer; but the old mariner smiled and shook
-his head.</p>
-
-<p>“Of course, John, it aint got me yet; but I dare say that some time
-it and me’ll have a tussle when I’ll come off second best. But I’ll
-not have the steam winch till I can pay cash for it.”</p>
-
-<p>“All right! Go it, you stubborn old shell-back!” laughed the
-chandler; and then as Captain Josh continued his rolling, clumping
-way down the narrow street, smiled at his obstinacy, and discovering
-that his new assistant, who had but recently arrived from Bristol,
-was at his side said garrulously: “There he goes, white of head and
-clean of heart. Unbending! And I can remember, as a boy, when he was
-six feet two tall, and the broadest-shouldered man in all the port.
-Admiral of the fleet, for more than twenty years. As good a
-sailorman as ever cleared from Brixham. Fight as well as he can
-pray. One time, about twenty years ago, when he was nigh on to
-fifty-five, there was a free-for-all ruction down on the quay. He
-tried to be a peacemaker and quoted the Bible at ’em; but when that
-didn’t work, he sailed in; and Lord, love me, boy! He gave ’em more
-fight than they’d ever seen in all their lives! He made ’em sick of
-fightin’ in about three minutes. When he got through, they was
-layin’ about like dog-fish, gaspin’ and wrigglin’ like mad. All the
-fight was gone out of ’em; but they do say that the language he used
-while things was hot indicated that for the time being he’d
-forgotten all the scripture ever he knew. You’re from Bristol, young
-fellow, but take a look at that old feller, so’s you’ll know him
-again, because, I tell you, you’re lookin’ at a man!”</p>
-
-<p>And the new assistant, to please his employer, looked, and—smothered
-a derisive grin!</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>The ships in the harbor rocked and swayed, lifted and fell in the
-rhythmic upheave and downfall of the swell that pushed in and out of
-Torbay. They seemed a part of that splendid beauty of gray or red
-cliffs that reared themselves about it, a part of the sea that in
-lazy mood merely rippled its shores, or in sou’easterly tempests
-tore in fury inward as if to rip the red and gray cliffs from their
-foundations and obliterate the encircling earth. But the red and
-gray cliffs invariably won.</p>
-
-<p>The ships in the harbor, ketch-rigged, red-sailed, able to live in
-seas where huge liners perished, were eager to be liberated from
-their moorings. Their crews, clumsy, awkward, inept on land, but
-dexterous, apt and graceful on sea-washed decks, breathed deeply,
-freely, once they stepped aboard the dinghies that they must row
-from the placidity of the inner harbor out into the surge. The
-battered, ugly hands, torn perpetually by the gash of rope and
-trawl, tarred to blackness, thick-fingered, huge-knuckled, that
-ashore swung aimlessly and ungainly, seemed now to be endowed with
-power, decision and skill. The feet that, incased in the high
-leather boots, stumbled over the cobbles of the village streets, now
-deftly adapted themselves to the roll of the sea.</p>
-
-<p>The land was not their element. It was foreign. It was sometimes
-distasteful. It was too hard. It did not yield and sway and give. It
-had no life in itself. It was a dead thing that never moved and
-never met their tread, and when it lay inert beneath them, they
-sustained a subconscious distrust of its solidity. To these men who
-throughout all their years had been habituated to the great,
-comforting roll of the sea, or the petulant unrest of it when like
-an angry child it had stormed as if at restraint, the land was
-stagnant, uncomfortable, unnatural, a sullen thing without soul or
-spirit of its own.</p>
-
-<p>The dinghies rocked and rolled and tossed when they left the pier;
-but in each one man sat and pulled at a heavy oar that was of
-feather’s weight in his time-trained hands, while another stood,
-faced the bow and pushed, ever keeping an eye on destination. And
-ever he balanced as delicately and as surely as a Circus-rider on
-the bare back of a horse, yielding, taking, but adroitly maintaining
-his mastery. The men in the boats passed comments that might sound
-strange to the ears of the land-accustomed. They shouted their
-comments. And always the interchanges were relative to the sea, for
-to them it was paramount.</p>
-
-<p>As if each boat had mastered a puzzle of action, each came
-eventually to the side of a ship, and its men climbed aboard.
-Always, when they felt the familiar deck beneath their feet, they
-glanced around, their eyes sweeping over the homely objects in
-scrutiny of which most of their lives were passed&mdash;here the winch,
-there the end of the warp, here the trawl-beam with its iron heads,
-there the rigging that swept upward in a maze of tarred ropes and
-shrouds to stay the high and swaying masts. And always the final
-look was at the vane, that tiny thing at the peak of the mainmast,
-from forty to sixty feet overhead, where fluttered the gay emblem
-showing whether the wind was fair or foul. That was invariably the
-immediate solicitude, for it told the tale of toil&mdash;whether they
-must beat against head-winds, handling and hauling sail, straining
-muscles to gain way, or lounging in luxurious idleness and content
-when, with a fair breeze, the ship put out to sea.</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>Captain Joshua stood longest of all, thinking of the change. He
-sniffed the air, and thought he still detected the smell of
-gasoline.</p>
-
-<p>“I can smell that damn’d stuff yet, Bill,” he growled to his mate or
-“second hand,” who was nearly as white-headed and sea-scarred as
-himself.</p>
-
-<p>“It hangs on worsen gin to an old woman’s breath,” growled that
-worthy, who was a vociferous teetotaler and never lost an
-opportunity for comparison. “They aint nothin’ smells wuss’n that
-peetrul, unless it’s one o’ they polecats what lives around with
-farmers because they don’t know no better. I tell ’ee, Skipper, the
-Lord gives us the wind, and it bean’t natural for either men or
-ships to try to run on alcohol.”</p>
-
-<p>“Alkerhol? Hell! They bean’t no alkerhol in that peetrol,” insisted
-Bob Noon, the only member of the crew who ever imbibed, and was the
-constant source of solicitude for the mate, who strove persistently
-to reform him. “It looks like gin, and it smells strong, but it aint
-the same at all. I knows. I tried it.”</p>
-
-<p>“’Course you would! You be an unreginerate soul! Oh, I know all about
-you,” roared the mate. “Di’n’t I hear tell how when you was at say
-in them windjammers what went Hawaiian-wise, you’m got drunk on
-cologne-water? And aint I told ’ee, scores an scores o’ times, that
-you’m a&mdash;”</p>
-
-<p>“S’pose us stows the gab and gets to sea,” Captain Joshua
-interrupted, as he had done hundreds of times before when argument
-threatened.</p>
-
-<p>The <i>I’ll Try</i> cast loose her mooring. Her big mains’l crawled up,
-traveler hoops a-creak, block and tackle singing a shrill song. She
-took on way and edged out into Torbay like a maiden pretending shy
-modesty. Her running bowsprit was loosened, slid outward, and from
-it sprouted more red sails. Her mizzen spread red canvas, and above
-it climbed another sheet. Her trim, sharp bow lifted and fell,
-carelessly ripping and imperiously dividing the rash waves. But the
-waves joined again, and were undismayed. They chuckled when they
-reunited at the stern, and fell together in the boiling wake. They
-conspired mischievously; for in that Channel, the greatest maritime
-artery on the whole globe, are perhaps the moodiest of waters.
-Fickle as the affections of a jungle-bred lioness, playful as a
-lioness can be and&mdash;dangerous and savage as the lioness when
-crossed. On that Channel a single hour of time may change the sea
-from the placidity of a lake to the ferocity of a tempest.</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>But two days had passed since the <i>I’ll Try</i> sailed from Brixham in the
-sunshine, with the Channel all aglow with turquoise lights, and over
-waves that seemed playfully dancing with gladness and good will; but
-now she lay beaten and distracted under the shortest possible
-canvas, cringing as if from oft-repeated blows upon her oaken ribs.
-On her wet, slippery and heavily rolling and bounding deck, with
-tarpaulins and sou’westers dripping with driven rain and spray,
-every man of her crew, from skipper to cabin-boy, fought doggedly,
-desperately at the hand-winch. For seven hours thev had labored
-thus, unceasingly, until now they were too wearied and spent for
-speech. They laid breasts, hands or shoulders to the long bars, bent
-their backs, planted their feet, lowered their heads like bulls in a
-charge and tried again to make the weary treadmill round in the hope
-of hoisting the trawl. The great net, held open by a forty-foot beam
-and towed along the bottom of the sea floor upon “trawl-heads” that
-were like huge steel sled-runners, had caught what the men of the <i>I’ll Try</i>
-surmised must be a sunken wreck. A trawl, one of the most expensive
-pieces of gear known to the craft, could not be abandoned until all
-hope was gone. Time and again had the thick warp been worked in and
-out, by sheer stubbornness of toil and strength; time and again as
-the ship swung off and lurched, the tired men hopefully thought they
-had felt the trawl, scores of fathoms down, yield; but time and
-again that hope had proved fallacious. And always, as they worked,
-they blinked the sweat from their eyes and lifted their anxious
-regard to the steadily increasing storm. A heavier blast smote the
-ship until she lay so far over that her lea bulwark met the water,
-and waves swept the length of her scuppers.</p>
-
-<p>“’Vast heaving!” rumbled Captain Josh, holding an end of a long
-winch-bar in his hand, and the others fell heavily over the ones
-upon which they had been exerting themselves, to catch breath. “It’s
-no use,” panted the beaten old skipper. “Storm’s got so high it’s
-dangerous to hold on any longer. Us must bend a line on the warp,
-rig a buoy, cut loose, and hope to find our gear another day.”</p>
-
-<p>“Aye! And they be one chance in a million for that,” growled
-Scruggs, the “ancient” of the ship, who having never married, having
-no kinfolk, living forever alone, was regarded by his fellows as a
-pitiable old pessimist.</p>
-
-<p>“It do be the devil’s own luck!” asserted the second hand.</p>
-
-<p>“Aye! And if us had to&mdash;” The third member of the crew started a
-sentence that he was never to finish. The unexpected, unusual, rare
-accident was upon them. It came with the swiftness of a stroke of
-forked lightning. The winch-dogs, which worked against cogs, snapped
-with the vicious sharpness of a high explosive. The whole weight of
-the warp, the surging ship and the storm was instantly released. The
-long bars of the winch spun like a huge, malevolent top. The
-<i>I’ll Try</i> seemed to slip sidewise for a few fathoms and then again to lay
-over so far that she was in danger of going on her beam ends. She
-righted herself partially, jerking madly, as if in terror. For a
-moment there was no sound but the shrilling of the winds through her
-rigging and the hammering of the billows.</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>Captain Josh, stunned, dazed, confused, lifted himself from the heap
-into which he had been thrown against the weather bulwarks, wondered
-why a red blanket blurred his vision, tried to wipe it away with his
-left hand and could not for a moment understand why that numbed arm
-would not respond. It hung limp and broken by his side. His right
-hand came up and swept away the blood that trickled warmly downward
-over his eyes and face. And then his senses returned, swift as light
-through clouds. Horror came with sight.</p>
-
-<p>“My God! My God!” A whimpering voice caught his ears, and he saw the
-cabin-boy crawling up the slope of the deck toward the companionway,
-clutching with outspread fingers at the wet planks, while one leg
-dragged helplessly behind him. Down in the scuppers, with the waters
-submerging them as they swept the ship’s length, lay two sodden
-shapes.</p>
-
-<p>But the fighting spirit, the unquenchable bravery of the broken man
-by the weather bulwarks, tore upward to action. Instantly he caught
-the rail with his big, uninjured arm, lifted himself to his feet,
-and lurched and slithered downward to the nearest man, the mate of
-the <i>I’ll Try</i>, who lay unconscious and half-drowned. He seized the
-inert form and dragged it back until he could rest it against a
-hatch from where it could not again roll downward into the wash and
-make death certain by drowning.</p>
-
-<p>“Stand by, lad! Stand by! Hang on to something for a moment. Us
-has got to be men now!” he cried to the whimpering boy, and slipped
-and sprawled downward to seize the body of the ancient one, and
-laboriously drag it to safety.</p>
-
-<p>“Bob! Get Bob!” screamed the boy. “He went over the port side! I saw
-hjm go! Thrown, he was—all in the air— thrown like a dead fish—by
-they winchbars!”</p>
-
-<p>Captain Josh lunged to the port side, clung to the rail and stared
-outward, releasing his hold only to brush away the trickle of blood
-that again troublesomely obscured his vision. He could see nothing.
-He seized the nearest shrouds and dragged himself upward until he
-perched on the rail; where he stood swaying and peering; but even
-from that vantage of height he could discern nothing living&mdash;only
-the tearing uplift of the sea, the spume-thrown crests of waves, the
-murderous swing of the waters. No man could live in that for many
-minutes, be he sound and strong rather than broken and inert. To
-seek was useless. And&mdash;there was no time to pause if those aboard
-the <i>I’ll Try</i>, and the ship herself, were to survive. The boy was
-still wailing and screaming. Captain Josh dropped heavily to the
-deck, and as he lunged past the boy, shouted: “No use, lad. Poor
-Bob’s gone. God rest him! Steady now! Steady! Us must be steady if
-us would live.” And hurriedly he sought an ax.</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>He returned and with his uninjured and still powerful arm fell to
-hacking the warp whose drag threatened momentarily to end the
-<i>I’ll Try</i>. The severed ends whipped like giant lashes into the air, and he
-narrowly escaped a second blow as the ship-end whistled through the
-air. The wind from its tarred and spraying strands lashed within an
-inch of his eyes as he instinctively jerked his head backward. The
-<i>I’ll Try</i> leaped upward, leaned over, sprang free and seemed to fly
-outward like a tortured wild bird released from captivity. The water
-on her decks swept in a torrent across to the other side in great
-sheets. It carried with it loosened objects, and rope-ends that
-trailed as if eager to follow. The heavy ax with which Captain Josh
-had cut the imperiling warp was lifted, despite its weight, and
-vanished overboard in a smother of green. An iron handspike seemed
-to bound toward freedom, and brought up against the bulwark. The
-<i>I’ll Try</i> lay far over now, and disregarding the wheel that swung
-idly to and fro, swept aimlessly before the storm. And even as she
-disregarded the wheel, Captain Josh disregarded her struggles. He
-jerked a sodden handkerchief from beneath his sodden jersey, tried
-to tie it about his bare head with one hand, realized that it was
-impossible, and hurried to the cabin boy. “Lad,” he said, more
-quietly and in a voice pitched barely high enough to surmount the
-tempest’s roar, “’ee have two hands. Help me to bind this up and
-belay it to my head. I can’t see with all they blood in my eye.
-Come, be brave, lad. Bind it fast and hard.”</p>
-
-<p>The boy forgot his pain under the influence of that steady old
-voice, and obeyed. His young fingers trembled at their task;
-struggled with a simple knot.</p>
-
-<p>“Now,” said Captain Josh, “us must work fast if us are to make port
-again. I know it’s hard, for ’ee has a hurt foot, I take it; but if
-us can make port, it’ll heal. Brace up, for if ’ee doan’t, us’ll
-never again see they harbor lights. All right now?”</p>
-
-<p>“Aye, sir,” the boy asserted with a bravery that his voice belied.</p>
-
-<p>“Then get down the companion and do best ’ee can when I lower away
-they other two. Hang on with one hand to they steps at the bottom
-and try to ease they down. You see us cain’t leave they on deck,
-lest they drown. Can do it?”</p>
-
-<p>“Aye, sir, I can try,” the boy asserted, striving valiantly to meet
-such brave example.</p>
-
-<p>“Then down ’ee goes. Here, I'll give a hand,” said Captain Josh, and
-did his best to assist the boy down the narrow opening and the steep
-steps. “Now stand by to help,” he called as he disappeared from the
-boy’s uplifted and encouraged eyes.</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>Captain Josh seized the ancient by the folds of tarpaulin and
-jersey, thrusting heavy, horny fingers next to the unconscious skin,
-and dragged his burden across the deck. The toes of the worn
-sea-boots dragged listlessly. The inert hands dragged with equal
-helplessness. But this was no time for anything but action. Captain
-Josh almost pitched headfirst into the companionway under the roll
-and swing of the sea as he lowered his burden downward. Under its
-weight the cabin-boy rocked and swung, standing upon one foot,
-imbued by the indomitable spirit above, and at least lessening the
-shock of the ancient’s fall.</p>
-
-<p>“Cans’t drag him inside, lad? Good! A good lad! Then stand by for
-Bill. It’ll be hard on ’ee, because Bill be heavier than the old
-’un,” he cautioned; and now with one hand, a bleeding head, but with
-an unconquered soul and resolute intent, he lowered through the
-narrow space the last stricken survivor of his crew.</p>
-
-<p>The boy standing upon one foot was not equal to the burden. The
-weight fell heavily. It thumped upon the boards.</p>
-
-<p>“What the hell do ’ee mean by&mdash;” began Captain Josh, inspired by
-habitual exercise of discipline; and then, remembering, changed it
-to: “Sorry, lad. Bill be mighty heavy for your arms. Doan’t ’ee
-worry. You’m be doin’ the best ’ee can. He aint hurt no worse than
-was by the fall. I be comin’ down now.”</p>
-
-<p>He stood for a moment, inspecting with swift regard the skies, the
-waves, the aimless drift of the struggling ship, and then muttered,
-“She’ll ride! She must! It’s our only chance,” and then painfully
-dropped below.</p>
-
-<p>At the foot of the companion stairs he found one of his men. Through
-the doorway in the cabin he caught sight of the cabin-boy struggling
-on one foot and despite pain to get the other off the floor and up
-to the bench or the bunk. He crowded inward, and the task was
-accomplished. The other man was also brought in, lifted upward, and
-laid supine. Shutting his teeth against his own anguish, and probing
-with one hand, the skipper fumbled an examination.</p>
-
-<p>“Bill,” he said sagely, “has got, I think, some broken ribs. One
-side. Can’t see what’s wrong with the old ’un. But they both be
-sleepin’ and so aint hurted, now. Cut the boot off ’ee, lad, and
-fall to. Heed what I tell ’ee, because ’ee must stay here by
-them&mdash;stay to the last, lad, no matter what may happen, for I be
-goin’ on deck to bring the <i>I’ll Try</i> home.”</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>And then, quickly, knowing that at any moment death might interrupt,
-Captain Josh gave all the instructions he could, and while he
-talked, fashioned for his broken arm a sling. He squatted down on
-the floor in front of the boy so that the lad’s hands could tie the
-knots. Once he admonished him.</p>
-
-<p>“Tighter, lad! Tighter! Make ’em fast so they can’t slip loose.”</p>
-
-<p>He climbed laboriously up the companion steps, bent over and called
-reassuringly: “I be goin’ to shut ’ee in, so if mayhap more rough
-weather comes, the wash wont drown ’ee out. So doan’t be afraid.
-I'll be at the wheel and&mdash;we’ll go home, lad, somehow.”</p>
-
-<p>But when alone he looked at the skies, at the sea and at the sails,
-and shook his head.</p>
-
-<p>“Lord God of all the seas,” he cried, lifting his head and
-reverently closing his fatigued and pain-stricken eyes, “for the
-sake of all they below, help thy unworthy servant, who is so old, so
-broken, so tired, to take the <i>I’ll Try</i> home. But if it be Thy will
-that we are to see no harbor lights again but those by Thy
-everlasting gates, pray let use see them shine clear to bring us to
-Thy port.”</p>
-
-<p>He rolled aft to the wheel that swayed helplessly to and fro, and
-using alternately his hand and knee against the spokes, brought the
-staggering ship up to her work. She seemed grateful for the
-attention, and eager to respond. Her mere rags of red sails filled,
-and she was ready to fight the storm.</p>
-
-<p>“Good old girl! Good old girl!” Captain Josh muttered approvingly.
-“That’s it! Take hold of the wind. Hang on to it!”</p>
-
-<p>For an hour she half fought, half fled with that nearly motionless
-figure steering her, and yet the storm showed no signs of abatement.
-The dusk came early, filled with flying clouds, with wind-torn spray
-and the unceasing charge of great waves. Captain Josh shifted
-anxious eyes skyward, seeking some hope of a break. In all his sixty
-years at sea he had never been more troubled and perplexed.</p>
-
-<p>“If only there’d come a lull at sunset,” he muttered aloud after the
-long stillness, and was slightly startled by the sound of his own
-voice. He considered for a moment whether it was better to think
-aloud, for the companionship of that sound, or to keep his lips
-shut. For the time being he chose the former method and went on: “I
-can’t make or douse sail with one hand, and I be so damned tired now
-that it hurts. It’s mighty risky to let her fall off; but&mdash;us must
-have lights! I’ve just got to take the chance and let her come
-round. There’s nothing else to be done.”</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>He crouched against the wheel, waiting to seize one of the momentary
-lulls when the gale paused to catch breath for another blast.</p>
-
-<p>“Now!” he cried at last, as if addressing his full crew. “Around she
-goes!” and with hand and knee, he deftly worked the wheel until the
-canvas flapped and fluttered, and then under way of impetus and
-storm the <i>I’ll Try</i> hesitated, paid off, leaned over so far that her
-lee rail was awash, was in danger of coming to beam ends if the
-storm sent a quick gust of wind, struggled, recovered, threw water
-from her deck, and fell away. She was not an instant too soon in
-setting her keel, for the blast of wind came, as if angered by the
-skill of ship and man that had robbed it of its prey. It snapped the
-wet canvas. It shrilled through rigging. It screamed across the
-spume. Again she drifted as helplessly as a wreck, buffeted by wind
-and wave, lurching drunkenly, moving aimlessly, shuddering
-spasmodically, and with her wheel free.</p>
-
-<p>Across her decks, slipping, sliding in his big and clumsy sea-boots,
-struggled her skipper, wondering meanwhile if she could possibly
-ride and survive, and hoping only to reach the lanterns that had
-fortunately, if carelessly, been stowed in a stationary fish-box. He
-reached them at last and was vastly concerned by the fear that they
-might have been so drenched that they would not light. He sat flat
-upon the wet and streaming deck in the tiny lee of the companionway,
-caught a lantern in his knees and after many attempts succeeded in
-lighting it. To hoist it with one hand was another trying task. He
-accomplished it, after a time, by first using his few and worn
-teeth, and when they failed, by clutching the rope between his
-knees. He spat a broken tooth out between his bleeding lips, and
-belayed the line to the mainmast.</p>
-
-<p>“Bad and not proper it be, but&mdash;mayhap it’ll keep some of they big
-smoke boats from ridin’ us down,” he remarked, hopefully, as he saw
-the swaying, tossing gleam aloft. “Now for the starn lights!” But
-despite his patient efforts, he could light none. He swore with
-inconsequent oaths when one slid from the grasp of his knees and
-rolled swiftly outward, bounding and bumping across the deck, found
-an opening and plunged overboard. He used more expletives when he
-discovered that another had a broken globe, and was useless. Night
-was advancing, black and chill, and he sat for a moment more, flat
-on the deck, and questioning whether he dared risk the great venture
-of going below to see how the stricken remnant of his crew fared.
-The wind defiantly answered him. The ship was straining too hard
-under the stress of storm.</p>
-
-<p>“Nope. I can’t do anything to help ’em, or myself,” he growled. “I
-must get back to the wheel and bring her back to course again,
-before it’s too black. If I could have but a cup of tay and a bit of
-biscuit! Damn it, why didn’t I think to put some of they biscuit in
-my pocket before I came back on deck!”</p>
-
-<p>He stumbled aft again, and again seized the idle and aimlessly
-revolving wheel. Again he watched like a cat, waiting to pounce, and
-seize the momentary advantage of a lull. Again he brought the ship
-back to a course. Whether it was a true one, he could not be
-certain. He was depending now upon his sense of direction alone.
-There was nothing to guide him, not even a solitary star shining
-through the murk. He made mental calculations, reasoning that in the
-beginning the <i>I’ll Try</i> must have been so many miles sou’west off the
-reef-bordered Prawl Point, that the wind had come from due west,
-and that therefore it must be safe to run.</p>
-
-<p>“If it weren’t for they below,” he soliloquized, “I’d lay her to. If
-I were alone, I’d not risk the carrying on, and&mdash;mayhap&mdash;could make
-it. But&mdash;they be badly hurt. So&mdash;I must get somewhere. If Prawl
-Point be sixty mile away, and&mdash;”</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>Endlessly he debated the menacing dangers, and dared them. In the
-blackness of the night he fought against an almost unconquerable
-drowsiness; for by now he had been alert for more than forty hours.
-His broken arm throbbed with an ever poignant and increasing
-anguish, but even pain may be dulled by time and endurance, inasmuch
-as there is a climax where kindly nature brings either partial or
-complete unconsciousness. Sometimes in the long hours he felt
-himself swooning, and then he clung harder to the spokes and begged
-that God, in Whom he had such unlimited, unquenchable trust, might
-enable him to keep awake, that he might still sprawl across the
-wheel.</p>
-
-<p>Dawn had come, and the sea was sobbing and spent; Captain Joshua was
-surrendering to the tiredness of long effort; endeavoring to recover
-kindliness after tempestuous outburst, before he reached the
-ultimate end of endurance. He was no longer aware of change. He was
-still fighting, ruggedly and unrelinquishing to the last. His dimmed
-eyes could no longer see. The world rocked and swayed. That off on
-the horizon lay still; pale cliffs, meant nothing to him. All that
-he could concentrate upon was holding the battered ship up to the
-wind. That the wind was dying meant nothing. He thought it still
-a-rage. His uninjured hand seemed paralyzed. He could no longer hold
-a spoke and strove to steer with an elbow, and bony knees.</p>
-
-<p>Mute but fighting to the end, Captain Joshua finally let go the
-wheel, made a last effort, crawled to reach the loose end of a
-halyard, crawled back to the wheel, pulled the <i>I’ll Try</i> up again,
-seated himself upon the wet deck and with one hand and broken teeth
-lashed himself clumsily to the wheel, his back against it, his dying
-legs and feet outsprawled, inert in their heavy and sodden
-sea-boots; and then his weary hand fell listlessly by his side.</p>
-
-<p>A thousand confused conjectures, fears, hopes, and solicitudes
-flashed through Joshua’s brain. He tried to ask the Lord of all the
-seas, whom he had so long followed and loved, to take charge of the
-ship and bring her home. Her destination was no longer of moment to
-him, whether it were the gateways of earthly ports or the harbor
-lights of that haven and heaven to which he had so long aspired. And
-so, clumsily lashed with his back to the wheel, unyielding to the
-last, still fighting when the fight was done, the faint balance of
-sanity swung across to peace as had the sea after the storm, and
-dreaming that he was in his Brixham chapel on the hill, he fell to
-singing in a wavering voice: “Abide with Me.”</p>
-
-<p>Some recess of his brain contained the words he had so many times
-sung, so long loved. Cracked and broken they issued between cracked
-and broken lips, quavering aimlessly into the air his fealty to a
-faith&mdash;that hymn written in the old, old port of Brixham town from
-which he and his forbears had sprung; and as a prelude he cried:
-“God, O God! Help me, for I can do no more. ‘Abide with me, fast
-falls the eventide.... And I am far from home.’”</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>The steam trawler <i>Williwaw</i>, after twenty days at sea, rimed by the
-storm, black, and with a heavy plume of smoke wallowing out of her
-funnel, was laying her course for Brixham Port. Captain Moran was
-staring at the streaks of rust and appeared anything but pleased by
-his inspection. His honest, sea-tanned face took on the look of
-preoccupation of one who is engaged in mental calculations as to the
-cost of paint. He was even disturbed when his mate Long, grave-eyed,
-came across the steel deck to him and said: “Looks to me, sir, as if
-there’s something wrong with a ship off there to sta’b’d. Her don’t
-act natural at all, sir.”</p>
-
-<p>Captain Moran turned and trudged past the complex litter of
-mechanism and gear to have a look. After but a moment he shouted
-back to his mate: “You’re right about that, Mr. Long. Run down to
-’em.”</p>
-
-<p>The wheel in the pilot house of the <i>Williwaw</i> whirled, and she turned
-her nose inquisitively on the new course.</p>
-
-<p>“Somethin’ wrong? Aye? There be,” declared one of the crew to others
-who came leisurely up to the starboard rail. “Her be in trouble,
-sure! Look at they sails, what’s left of ’em, and her be yawin’ this
-way and that as if her had no hellum.”</p>
-
-<p>They heard Captain Moran shout to the pilot: “Turn her loose. Put on
-full speed. No use in wasting time.” And from the engine-room
-sounded the clang of shovel and slice-bar; the funnel plume
-blackened, and the <i>Williwaw</i> began to “foam at the mouth” as she
-closed down on the ketch. When her engine was rung down, a peculiar
-silence enveloped her that was broken by Moran’s hail:</p>
-
-<p>“Ahoy there! <i>I’ll Try</i>! Ahoy! What’s wrong with you men?”</p>
-
-<p>But he evoked no answer. Under silent way the <i>Williwaw</i> bore closer,
-and now there became faintly audible a cracked old voice
-monotonously droning:</p>
-
-<div style='margin-left:2em'>
-“Abide with me, fast falls the eventide.<br>
-The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.<br>
-When other helpers fail and comforts flee,<br>
-Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.”
-</div>
-
-<p>The voice that came quavering across the sullen waves, as if
-blanketed by the leaden skies, held the men of the <i>Williwaw</i> in its
-spell. They clung to the rail, staring with perplexed eyes and
-parted lips until aroused to action by Moran’s shout: “Stand by to
-lower away a boat there, you men. Mr. Long, go over and learn what’s
-up.”</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>The boat splashed into the water, and down the steel side of the
-<i>Williwaw</i> went the men to man it. Her screw thrust the sea again to
-hold her off at a safe distance, for the swells still surged and
-lifted forward; but the voice still carried on:</p>
-
-<div style='margin-left:2em'>
-“I fear no woe, with Thee at hand to bless;<br>
-Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.<br>
-Where is Death’s sting; where, grave, thy victory?<br>
-I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.”
-</div>
-
-<p>Sturdily pulled, as if eager to reach the black and battered hull of
-the half-wrecked <i>I’ll Try</i>, the boat bobbed upward and downward as it
-was rowed across the intervening space. It came alongside, where,
-standing, swaying, some of its rowers clutched at hand-holds, and
-Long, young, powerful, leaped for strake and rail. He threw a heavy
-boot over inboard and landed on both feet. For an instant he paused,
-bending forward as if doubting sight. He saw a man with white hair,
-stained red here and there, and with a reddened handkerchief bound
-awry over his head and falling over one eye. Streaks of red ran down
-over the disordered white beard. He saw the rope with which the man
-had bound himself to the wheel, and the halyard-end that had at last
-worked free and lay idly upon his lap. He saw the bandaged arm, the
-sprawling feet in sea-boots, the free wheel, and constantly he heard
-that same droning song of faith.</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>Long rushed over and laid his hand on the broad, bent shoulder, and
-said:</p>
-
-<p>“Josh! Captain Josh! Skipper! Don’t you know me&mdash;Long&mdash;of the
-<i>Williwaw</i>?” But the closed eye did not open or look up, and the
-monotonous reiteration of song went on.</p>
-
-<p>The mate ran to the side and shouted: “Come aboard here, you men.
-This looks bad. I’m going to need help, I think.”</p>
-
-<p>And then, as they clambered inward, he ran to the closed
-companionway, lifted the hatch, recoiled from the foul air, and
-disregarding the steep steps, dropped nimbly below. A whimpering
-sound, as it issued from the lips of a pain-exhausted, terrified boy
-stabbed his ears, and with it mingled a babbling noise that could
-come from nothing else than human delirium.</p>
-
-<p>For an instant his eyes probed the gloom until they accustomed
-themselves to the change from broad daylight. In one of the bunks
-lay a figure that was still and quiet. In another lay the man who
-moaned and babbled. In another lay the boy who now lifted himself to
-an elbow and said: “I couldn’t help it, sir. Skipper, he told me to
-stay here and do my best. I did, sir, and&mdash;and&mdash;the old un has never
-spoke a word, and the second hand has taken to talkin’ like that all
-the time; and my foot, sir, my foot&mdash;oh, it do hurt something awful,
-and I can’t walk no more, I can’t! I tried, sir, I did, and&mdash;”</p>
-
-<p>Then the voice broke in a long wail of boyish grief. The strain had
-been too much for even that obdurate, steadfast youthful bravery.</p>
-
-<p>“Steady, lad! Steady!” the mate’s voice quieted him. “You’re all
-right now. Be a sailorman. Don’t give up.”</p>
-
-<p>The boy started to tell the tale of tragedy, but the mate of the
-Williwaw was gone and hurrying upward. On deck he shouted his
-discoveries to Captain Moran of the Williwaw, which now lay close
-by. No time was wasted in this urgent plight. A heavy line was
-brought across, a half-dozen men put aboard, and within a few
-minutes the <i>I’ll Try</i> was being towed through the sea. The funnel of
-the <i>Williwaw</i> now belched smoke as if she were steaming a race
-against time on the reach to Brixham Town. Around the breakwater’s
-end she swung in a flashing sweep to the outer and up to the very
-gates of the inner harbor before she stopped. Surmising tragedy,
-boats put off to meet them, and fishermen swarmed about the <i>I’ll Try</i>
-to assist. Broken men were tenderly carried away. The
-harbor-master’s telephone urged a surgeon to haste. The men on the
-landing-pier thrust and jostled, all eager to serve.</p>
-
-<p>The survivors of the <i>I’ll Try’s</i> crew had come to port at last.</p>
-
-<p>“The lad will pull through,” the surgeon announced to those who
-waited outside the harbor-master’s office, which had been turned
-into a temporary hospital. “The second hand may, though his ribs are
-caved in. The old man you call Scruggs the Ancient, must have died
-very lately because his body is still warm. And Captain
-Joshua&mdash;well&mdash;they say that when they found him, he tried to tell
-them something about the Harbor Lights.” The surgeon paused, looked
-away from the staring eyes, and then added softly: “He has found
-them.”</p>
-
-
-<p class='sb'>When, taken from her iced bunkers by hand, sorted, pulled ashore to
-the great flagged spaces of the fishmarket, carefully laid thereon
-and brought to the “liberal” buyers’ attention by the sonorous clang
-of the auctioneer’s bell and voice, the catch of the <i>I’ll Try</i>
-brought six pounds, fourteen shillings and sixpence&mdash;nearly
-twenty-six dollars, to be divided amongst the sole survivors of the
-hapless crew. Captain Joshua’s share as owner and skipper came to
-nearly four pounds, or sixteen dollars! The undertaker charged
-fifteen pounds&mdash;about sixty dollars&mdash;for the coffin; the cemetery
-company charged five pounds, about twenty-five dollars, for the
-six-by-three feet of space which he might forever own as his last
-allotment of earth; and there were certain minor claims for flowers
-in that land where flowers run wild upon great cliffs, but must be
-paid for when laid upon a grave. All that was left thereafter,
-Captain Joshua’s grandsons and widowed daughter might have to live
-upon.</p>
-
-<p>Up on the Brixham hills that night rain fell. Somehow it
-seemed to freshen the handful of flowers that some one had thrown on
-the grave of the lone and ancient mariner, as if he, who after all
-his sea-toil had come to land-rest, merited that humble recognition.
-Perhaps some one loved him, as well as Skipper Joshua. Perhaps God
-in His majestic but kindly pity would send other wild-flowers to
-climb across their graves, blanketing them in the radiance of that
-only One who marks the sparrow’s fall!</p>
-
-<div class="tn">
- <p>Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in
- the April 1922 issue of <i>Blue Book</i> magazine.</p>
-</div>
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