The times., 1897-08-08

the marx, or my name isn't Baker Ought
Ough! Ought"
lie gruntod thrice -ferocously. He had
that trick OF grunting SO bet ween his words
and at the end of sentences. 1t Was a fine,
ef:ectiye glunt that Went well with his
fnenacinc utterance, with his heavy, bull
necked frame, his jerky. Rolling gait, with
his big, scanned face, his steady eyes, AMI
sardonic mouth. But It's effect had been
long ago discounted by the men.
Now ne was giving his last orders.
s'ough! You, Knowles! Can all hands
nt four j want to heaye short before the
tug comes Look out for the captain. I
am going 10 lay down in my clothes Oughl
Call me when you see the boat comiEg
Ough! Ought The old man is sure to
have soucshlng to say when he comes
aboard We remarked to Creighton. "Well,
goodnight A long day tefore us tonor-
row Better turn in now Ought Ought"
Upon the dark deck band or light
flashed. then door banged, and Mr.
gaker was gone into his neat cabin. Young
Creighton stood leaning over the rail, and
looked dreamily into the night OF the East
And he saw in it long country lane.
lane OF waving leaves and dancing sun
shine He saw stirring boughs of oitl
trees outspread, framing in their arch, the
tender the csressing blueness OF an Eng.
! lish sky And through the arch d girl in
q clear dress, smiling under a sunshade,
seemed to be stepping out OF the tender
sky.
At the other end OF the ship the fore
castle, with only one lamp burning now.
was going to sleep in a dim emptine ess ira
vrrsed by loud breathings, by sudden short
sighs The double row of berths yawned
black, like graves tenanted by uneasy
corrses Sullvan-the old man suffered
much from prickIy heat stood cooling his
! back k in the doorway, with his arms crossed
on his bare and adorned chest.
! The negro put away his shore togs and
! ing adrIft tire iashing OF his box and spread
l ING his beddin5in an upper berth HeuIoved
] about in his socks, tall and noiseless, with
/ o pair OF braces beating about bis heels
! Among the shadows Of stanchions and
! bowsprit Donkia munched a piece Of hard
/ ships bread, sitting on the deck with up
/ turned feet and restless eyes; he held the
biscuit up before his face in the W hole fist,
and snapped his jaws at it with raging
face Crumbs fell between his outspread
/ legs Then he got Up.
/ where's our water -eask?" he asked in
contained voice
/ Sullivan, without word, pointed with
big hand that held a short .smoIder-
ing pipe Donkin Lent over the cask.
! drank out Of the tin, splashng the water.
! turned round and noticed the negro look
ing at him over the shoulder with calm
loftness. Fl e moved up sideways
There's bloomln' supper for a man"
i wouldn't ave IT, It's fit enouf for you an
me. Erc's bigship's foc'sle. Not bIoomin'
! scrap OF meat in the kids. I've looked In
all the lockers
The negro stared like man addressed
( Unexpectedly in foreign language. Donkin
4 changed his tone.
''Giv'us a bit of 'baccy, mate" he
breathed out confidentially, Il 'aven't
'ad smoke or chew for the last month !
am fampin' mad for it, Come on oldmanr'
Don't hc familiar" said the negro.
Doukin started and sa down on q chest near
( by out OF sheer surprise "wc haven't kept
pigs together" continued James Walt in a
deep undertone, Here's your tobacco
TIE negro, half -undressed, was blsy caSy-
sat in clean wor King clothes OH his box,
one ARIA stretched over his knees. After
staring at Sullivan for some time he asked
without emphasis: what kind OF ship
Is this? Pretty fair? Eng"
sullivan didn't stir. long while after
he said, with unmoved face: ship! Ships
are all right. It's the men in them
lie went on Smoking in the profound
silence The wisdom OF half century
spent in listening to the thunder OF the
waves had spoken lnconsciousIy through
his old lips. The cat pnrred on the WIND
lass Theu James Wait. had fit OF
roaring, rafting cough, that shook him,
tossed him like a hurricane, and flung him
painting with starting eyes headlong on
his ea-chest. Several n en- woke Up.
One said sIeepily out of his bunk. ''Struthl
wtat a blamed row."
II have a cold on my chest" gasped
Wait
Gold. you call ft?' grumbled the man;
should think twas something more"
20, you think so!' said the negro. up
right and loTtily soornfnI again. He climb
ed into his Lerth and began coughing per
sistently, while he put his head out to
glare all around the forecastie. There
was no further protest. He fell hack on
| the pillow and could be heard there wheeZ-
ing regularly like man oppressed In his
sleep.
Sullivan stood at the door with his face
TO the light and his hack 10 the darkness
And alone In the din. emptiness of the sleep
ing foreca stle, he appeared bigger, oolos
sal. very old: old as Father Time himself
who should have come there into this place
as quiet as a sepulcher TO contemplate witt
patient eyes the short victory of sleep, the
| consider. Yet he was only child of time
a lonely relic of a devoured and forgotten
| generation He stood. still strong, a.
ever unthineing; ready man with vas
empty past and with no future, with hi
childlike impulses and his mans passion
already dead within his tattooed breast
The men who could understand hi!
silence were gone those men who knew
how to exist beyond the pale Of life ant
within sight OF eternity. They had eeel
, strong, as those are strong who know
! neither doubts nor hopes. They had beel
, ! impatient and enduring, turbulent and de
voted, unruly and faithful. Well-meanini
| people had tried to represent those me-
, as whining over every pouthful of thei
, food; as going about their work in fear 0
their lives. But in truth they had bee
| men who knew toll privation, violence
: debauchery but knew not fear, land had n
desire In spite of their hearts. Men hard f
manage, but easy to inspire; voicelessmen
} but men enough to scorn in their hearts tn
!, sentim entail voices that be ewailed til
j hardness Of their fate.
1t was u fate unique and their own; tn
S capacity to lear it appeared to them tn
l privilege Of the chosen; their generatio