People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1894-09-14

A semicircle of white beard, soft as
smoke. went rolling as it were under
his chin from ear to ear He had
broken his nose when a youth which
heightened considerably the effect
upon the beholder of an eager, nerv-
GUS twinkling Of his left eye that
came very near to a constant wink
ing. He was a short man with
broken, deep-sea voice, and, spite OF
his odd face, OF an aspect so kindly
and warm-hcarted that | felt a liking
for him the moment he grasped me
BY the hand and babe lie welcome
, on board
The chief mate, on the other hand,
Mr. Marling, was a tall. melancholy
man with heavy black beard and
an expression of cOuntenance that in
repOse was curiously despairful. He
had but little of the appearance of
sailor, but happily the traditional
/ grog-blOssOmed, purple-nOsed, stain
ed-eyed face Of the mariner is by no
means Il condition of sea-going quail.
tiles. No sooner was the order given
for the ship to get under way than
Mr.. Marling showed himself in his
true character His expression Of
despair vanished, his voice rose into
hurricane power as he encouraged
the men to heave at the windlass,
his cries filled the ship as sail was
made; cloth by cloth the canvas
! whited the yards, mounted the stays
and arched like the piniOns Of sea
birds from the bOwsprit and jib-
BOOM until the Lady Charlotte in
the keen, brilliant sunshine of the
afternoon showed as a symmetrical
surface Of snow, with something of
the ridescence OF foam in her glitter
ing complexion, from the line OF gold
upon her milk white sides to where
the little royals rounded warming
from under the shining buttons Of her
trucks.
1t was all fine weather and pleas
ant sailing until we had got to the
back of the Goodwin Sands, when il
came on TO blow Il fresh southeastern
. ly breeze, which reefed our canva,
for rs and set the little clipper
dancing wildly, with her yards
braced fore and aft mad held up
stOutly throughout the night, and al
day break next morning made u shift
30 crawl upon deck and take a looR
around me. and, but for my nausea
| believe | should have considered
the scene as fine an ocean piece a,
the world cOuld produce The
sailors sprawled about the wet decks
in streaming Oil-Skins. Mr.. Jansen,
the second mate. a Scandinavian,
with ginger-cOlOred hair trembling
to the wind under the brim of hi.
sOu'wester, held to Il weather back
stay, keeping bright lookout
lamented the nausea that pre-
vented me from entering int
full spirit of this roaring
humming, seething, flying pictur,
of ocean life. But sickness proved
too strong for me. | returned to my
cabin, and, rolling into my bunl
again, lay there for the next TIVE
days mOtiOnless and almost speech
less, attended by the captains ser
want, and often by the captain him
sell
However, | had recovered ant
grown fairly sea proof before W
were clear out of the channel
arrived on deck full of misgivings
and holding on stubbornly as
moved, and found the Lady Char
lotte" sweeping before a stron,
breeze on the quarter hinging tn
, spray from either bow in ghtterin!
masses and cOurtesying with long
{ drawn gestures over Il tall flown!
sea that swept to the counter an
underrau the buzzing craft in fold
Of brilliant blue water. on whic
rose and fell an exquisite lace.wor
, of frOth, beauufed bv foam bell
, and radiant with the Hastings O
, expiring bubbles, The rushing al
5 made me feel new man.
+ No need to enlarge the ocean,
= catalogue. Ever day Brought it
change, and out of every change
= there came to me III impulse and
4 spirit OF its own. Captain Christia
t would sometimes rally me on m
= long and seemingly aimless staring
| at what seemed to him the familia
! line of the horizon, or the equal
= familiar floating lift OF the brin
4 alongside, or at heaven of shiftin
e shadows and lights long since rer
| dered commonplace to an eve tina
= sought it only for indications @
= weather and mainly for prosperou
4 winds The long mate with his blac
e beard and despairful face woul
V wonder at me too, and once havin
# charge of the deck. and the capital
being below, stepped up to my sid
t and asked me in a subdued hurrican
note, softened yet by respect an
good-nature, what ! could see on
p yOnder there to keep me staring 5
t patiently?
a 1t had been a quiet, not day sine
' dawn. Our latitude | do not remeu
: Der, out we were south of tn
n equator, and the captain talked {
e falling in with the southeast trade
n wind presently There was lon
i light swell running from the ives
= ward, with the lifted brOws of
It Just wrinkled b. hot air of win