THE VOYAGE OF AN "ABLE SEAMAN"
Promptly at a quarter to four the next morning Captain Eri rapped on the parlor door. Josiah, who had been dressed since three, appeared almost instantly. They walked down to the shore together, and the Captain's eyes twinkled as he noted the elaborate roll in the boy's walk.
The Mary Ellen was anchored between the beaches, and they rowed off to her in a dory. It was pitch-dark, and cold and raw. Lanterns showed on two or three of the other boats near by, and, as Josiah and the Captain pulled up the eelgrass-covered anchor, a dim shape glided past in the blackness. It was the You and I, bound out.
Ira Sparrow was at the helm, and he hailed the Mary Ellen, saying something about the weather.
"It 'll be kind of ca'm for a spell," replied Captain Eri, "but Iwouldn't wonder if we had some wind 'fore night. Here you, fo'mast hand," he added, turning to Josiah, "stand by to git the canvas on her."The mainsail was soon hoisted, and the catboat moved slowly out of the bay.
"Gee! it's dark," exclaimed Josiah. "what are you goin' way off here for? Why don't you go straight out?""I gin'rally take the short cut through the narrers," replied the Captain, "but I thought you mightn't like the breakers on the shoals, so I'm goin' 'round the p'int flat.""Huh! I ain't a-scared of breakers. Can't be too rough for me.
Wisht 'twould blow to beat the band."
"Maybe 'twill by and by. Pretty toler'ble slick now, though."It was after sunrise when they reached the ledge where codfish most do congregate. The land was a mere yellow streak on the horizon.
The stiff easterly blow of the day before had left a smooth, heavy swell that, tripping over the submerged ledge, alternately tossed the Mary Ellen high in air and dropped her toward the bottom. It was cold, and the newly risen December sun did not seem to have much warmth in it. Anchor over the side, the Captain proposed breakfast.
The "able seaman" did not feel very hungry, but he managed to swallow a hard-boiled egg and a sandwich, and then, just to show that he had reached the dignity of manhood, leaned back against the side of the cockpit, lit a cigarette, and observed cheerfully, "This is hot stuff, ain't it, Cap?"Captain Eri wiped the crumbs from his mouth, leisurely produced his pipe, and proceeded to fill it with tobacco shaved from a chunky plug.
"What d'you smoke them things for?" he asked contemptuously, referring to the cigarette. "Nobody but dudes and sissies smoke that kind of truck. Here, take this pipe, and smoke like a man."Josiah looked askance at the proffered pipe.
"Oh, no!" he said magnanimously, "you'll want it yourself. I'll get along with these things till I git ashore; then I'll buy a pipe of my own.""Never you mind 'bout me. I've got two or three more below there, some'eres. Take it and light up."The "able seaman" took the reeking, nicotine soaked affair, placed it gingerly between his teeth, held a match to the bowl and coughingly emitted a cloud of ill-smelling smoke. The pipe wheezed and gurgled, and the Mary Ellen rocked and rolled.
"Now, then," said Captain Eri, "we've sojered long enough. Go below, and bring up the bait bucket and the lines."Josiah staggered into the little cabin, reappeared with the heavy cod lines and the bucket of mussels, and watched while the Captain "baited up.""All ready!" said the skipper. "Two lines apiece, one over each side. Watch me."The cod bit almost immediately, and for ten minutes the work was exciting and lively. The Captain, watching from the corner of his eye, noticed that his assistant's pipe was wheezing less regularly, and that his lines were thrown over more and more listlessly. At length he said, "Haven't stopped smokin' so quick, have you?
What's the matter--gone out? Here's a match.""I guessed I've smoked enough for now. I can't fish so well when I'm smokin'.""Bosh! If you want to be a reel sailor you must smoke all the time. Light up."Reluctantly the boy obeyed, and puffed with feverish energy. Also he swallowed with vigor. The cod smelt fishy; so did the bait, and the catboat rolled and rolled. Suddenly Josiah pulled in his lines, and took the pipe from his lips.
"What's the matter?" inquired the watchful skipper.
"I--I guess I won't fish any more, Cap. Kind of slow sport, ain't it? Guess I'll go in there and take a snooze.""I guess you won't! You shipped to fish, and you're goin' to fish.
Pick up them lines."
The boy sullenly turned toward the cabin door. Was he, who had just declared himself independent of school restraint, he who had once been the thorn in the flesh of every policeman in the --th ward, to be ordered about by this Cape Cod countryman! "Aw, go chase yourself!" he said contemptuously. A minute after, when he picked himself up from the heap of slimy fish in the bottom of the boat, he saw the Captain standing solidly on one cowhide-shod foot, while the other was drawn easily back and rested on its toe. When Josiah recovered his breath, the burst of bad language with which he assailed his companion did credit to his street bringing up. It was as short as it was fierce, however, and ended amid the cod and the mussels from the overturned bait bucket. But, as the Captain said afterwards, he was "spunky" and rose again, incoherent with rage.
"You--you--I'll kill you!" he shrieked. "You promised not to touch me, you lyin' old--"He tried to get out of the way, but didn't succeed, and this time merely sat up and sobbed as Captain Eri said in even tones:
"No, I'm not lyin'. I promised not to lay a hand on you in anger, that's all. Fust place, I don't kick with my hands, and, second place, I ain't angry. Now, then, pick up them lines."The "able seaman" was frightened. This sort of treatment was new to him. He judged it best to obey now and "get square" later on.
He sulkily picked up the codlines, and threw the hooks overboard.
