The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-02

'sYou don't want to turn In, then?"
'Love We, no." he answered. Get a
good hold Of these spokes and I'll stand
by
He watched her, conceiving that II the
ship was off her course now and again 1t
would not signify brass farthing. The
wheel chains are a good purchase upon
the tiller, and Julia's arms were strong
and determined with the labor she had
been put to, whether ashore or at sea.
Young women can not pull ropes on board
ship, or lift old ladies out of bed on dry
land without adding strength to the mus
cles of their arms, and determination to
the clutch-of their fingers.
Hardy stood close beside Julia, ready
for that kick Of the helm which, whilst
he had stood at the wheel, had on three
or four occasions started him out of a
mood Of musing. Twice came the kick
but the girl held on, and the ship swept
on, and with every freshening of the
black roar aloft the words of the Yankee
poet came into Hardy's head:
Then suddenly there burst a yell
That would have SHOCKED and staggerd
hell"
you'll do" said Hardy.
He called the dog and they went for
ward. There is no good talking of Jig
gers, down-hauls, sheets, halliards, winch
es and such things to landsmen. Enough
then If 1t be said that by the first let
ting go and then by hauling down, Har-
dy, helped by the dog and the jigger-
which is another word for the watch
tackle-succeeded in easing the ship Of
two or three pinions of staysails and jib.
The jigger manned the down-haul stout
" and the dog stuck like glue to all
slack he was asked to concern himself
with The sails were left to flap and Stat
and thunder. What could Hardy do? If
the canvas went to pieces they must
carry the ship home without it, if 1t
held there were the dog, the jigger and
the man to rehoist it. A mates ear does
not love the noise of Stating canvas,
and Hardy, as he stood in the bows,
guessed with something of helpless dis
gust that the jibboom was buckling a
bit. The foretopmast staysail and the
inner jib were roaring like a thunder
storm and a living gale swept out of the
iron curve of the bolt rope of the fore
course.
1t was white water often to the figure
head, the midnight magniicence and
wrath of foam, the stormy believing of
the recoiling and shattered sea. Heav-
emily Fatheri to think of this rushing
shadowy structure this clipper fabric
whose stern was out of sight in dark
ness from the bows, controlled by a
girl
Hardy ran aft to take the wheel, and
the dutiful dog trotted beside him. How
did that night pass? In simple altera-
tons Of coop and wheel
1t was not to be a long night: the
business of the half-gale did not begin
until eight bells of the first watch, and
1t was nearly two bells before Hardy
had made an end with his staysails and
lib. 1t was not perhaps in those DAYS
so extremely necessary as 1t is in these
to keep a bright lookout for ships
lights, simply because the steam vessel
was comparatively few, and the sailing
ship was not greatly accustomed to in
terpret her presence by the red and green
wink. The flourish of the lamp hastily
plucked out of the pinnacle was deemed
as good as a flare as an empty flaming
tar barrel and, indeed, it sometimes
sufficed. Collision in the days of timber
was not collision In the days Of steel
ColHdfng ships ground away each 9TH
erS channel amidst the banedictions of
the forecastle and the peep and the
spluttering approximations of cracking,
spars on high. Now it's touch and sink,
so ingenious and preserving is the water
tight bulkhead, so grand in assurance of
the salvation of precious life is the keel
up boat, secured beyond all release Of
knife or tool to the skid EVERYTHING
is r1Vetted, and everything goes, and it
takes half a dozen gunboats to sink a
wooden wreck malfciousIy floating in the
track Of the supreme expression of the
modern shipwright's art.
The break of day found Hardy at the
wheel. But he had slept since he was
last heard of, and Julia had stood her
trick kick or no kick, whilst Sailor kept
watch on the forecastle head. The wind
had greatly fallen, the sea had greatly
fallen and the complexion of fine wealth
er was in the dawn. With the rising of
the sun the weather promised beauty and
splendor; blue seas far as the eye could
reach breaking in foam, masses of sail
ing cloud in the sky like vast puffs Of
Vapor from the tern, film of pearl in
the windy blue funnel of a locomotive:
and right astern SAIL
1t was not seen for some time bv
Hardy, nor by the dog that slumbered
in its kennel; but when Julia came out
of her coop to the summons of the sun,
she instantly saw the sail and called
and pointed; and whilst she held the
wheel the dog sprang on to the taft rail
and parked, and Hardy fetched the glass
A cloud of canvas coming up astern-
hand overland. Topsails, topgalIant-
sails, royals and skysaiIs; the wind fresh
OH the beam; opgallant-stunsaiI
yearning from it's boom end; the beautt-
fui vision. leaning light with the blue
sea in foam betwixt it and the York,
and beyond the unreasonable heavens
sIoplne past the working rim of the deep.
"A Yankee" said Hardy, putting down
the glass. ''Sky-sails-why not moon
sails, and angels footstools? Dive know
that you can sometimes stop a ship by
cracking on. I've hove the log and
found her doing ten; thought to get more
out of her; set royals and topmast-stun-
sails; hove the log and found her doing
nine. Why? Because a ship isn't built
to sail on. her side
The galley fire was lighted; coffee was
boiled; the sun shone brightly, and the
ship astern was coming up fast. Whilst
Jula heId the wheel, Hardy mastheaded
the red flag of our country at the gaff
end and there it streamed, meteoric, as
in the song.
1T is like being in the docks to see
it," cried Julia
1T is like feeling that there are no
bally Dutchmen in the worldr' answered
Hardy.
They breakfasted in manner afore-
described and often watched the ship
astern. She was a black spot under a
white cloud.
CHuouUleuly d 1dHke0, SAID Hardy,
with his mouth full of. white biscuit.
She'll wonder at US, and what will she
do?"
They must not help u.s. said Julia.
Fancy her sailors sparkling with the
jewels in the safe, fancy her skipper and
mates singing out orders with heavy gold
chains round their necks, and diamond
earrings in their Yankee lobesi I do love
the Yankee captain; he stands at the
break OF the poop and watches his mate
kicking a mans brains out of his skull,
and he yellS out: 'HeaYe him over the