The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1899-12-28
Who Spoke First?
By Frank H. Converse.
Toe hadn't spoken to me for a week
II The last thing he said was:

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u The last thing he said was:
Il never'll speak to you again, Har-
nv Smith, till you take back what you
just said"
And. of course, | answered that |
didn't care; hs'd have to wait one while,
if he didn't speak till then. And, as we
two boys occupied the same little eight
by ten room on board the bark Rather,
50 days out from Boston to Singapore,
YOU can see how awkwardit was.
But one was as obstinate as the other,
only | called it tirmness in my own
ease. and "mulshness" in Joe's, Mrs.
Bradford, Joe's mother. used TO say that
we were both "sett.r'n the everlastin'
hills" and guess she was right.
The trouble between us-as such
things generally do-began about a
trifie. Unfortunately. as schoolmates
we had been rivals in a small way, each
wanting to be thought the "smartest'
And very foolishly we carried this ri
valry on shipboard.
Joe was the handiest aloft, and al
ways first at the weather caring in
reeting. / took n better trick at the
wheel, and was heater at knotting and
splicing. And 50 on through the whole
chapter of ordinary seamdnship, wind
ing up with the quarrel which gave rise
to Joe's assertion. while the bark was
entering the Straits of Macassar, be-
tween Borneo and Celebes.
We were at work scraping and paint
ing. previous 10 reaching port.
Just before knocking off work, near
shutdown, Joe and were sent down be
tween decks after some varnsh from
the big cask dashed amidships.
There was little wind, but a heavy
ground swell. and as | stood holding on
by the stanchion with one hand, extend
ing the lighted lantern with the other,
so Joe could see what he was doing, a
tremendous lee lurch sent Joe, with the
half-tilled pot, against the lantern,
knocking it out of my hand and break
ing the glass at the same time.
The kerosene ran out, caught fire and
ignited the spilled varnsh, which
flashed like gunpowder to the faucet
compound was running in a steady
stream!
In a moment the cask and everything
near it was mass Of flame,
Now see what yoH've DONE yelled,
as we both scrambled for dear life to the
hatchway ladder and up on deck!
But true to his principles, Joe made
no reply.
He only yelled: "Fi-er! Fi-er." which
was needless. rs a column Of fame had
shot up through the hatchway, half as
high as the mainmast head.
Now, the bteween-decks cargo con
sisted for the most part of light. in
tiamnable goods. and. worse still. there
were large number of cases contain
ing naphtha and petroleum among
them.
No earthly power could have saved
the bark, and we had just time to get
over the only two boats-a long boat
and light launch or go-ashore boat-be-
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aft.
\ bag of bread and breaker of water
were tossed into the small boat. which
was taken in tow by the largest. into
which tumbled the entire ships com
pany-13 in all-and pushed off from
the doomed bark. which, by the way,
was old, unstable, and. with the cargo,
rather more than fully insured.
MIR. Murch." said Capt. Pratt. who
had saved the bark's papers, his chro-
nometer and one of the compasses,
take those two unlucky young rev.
nicks--a sea term of Teproach-with
you in the launch. 1t will Tighten the
long-boat just so much, and | don't
want EN- aboard here, anyway-they'l IL
burn the long~boat up next
Feeling crestfallen enough. Joe and
| crawled into the small boat after Mr..
Murch.
Without waiting TO see the end Of the
burning vessel, the long boats sail was
spread. and. before a stitfish breeze,
was steered for macassar. - miles away
the sailors growing audibly at the dead
weight If the launch and its load
astern.
Jye and bad not exchanged a word.