The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1901-01-17

'HeoS' "HSn lhe poor remains came
up and swung to the roll of the shin
over ~, side, cut the bowline with his
knife ana let the carcass plop into the
raging seas. The chain cIashed back
again down between the iron combines
OF the hatch, and the two mates below
went on with their work No one Of
fered to help them. No one, as Kettle
grimly noted, was made to do So
DO your three mates run this ship
captaln" asked Kettle at last.
"They are handy fellows"
IF you ask me, | should call them
poor drivers. What for do they put in
all the work themselves when there is
all that mob Of deck hands and cattle
hands standing round doing the gentle
men as though they were in the gallery
of theater?
There was some misunderstanding
when. the crew were shipped. They
say they never signed on to handle
dead CATTLE
standings before, captain, and I've
started in to smooth them away
We'll" said the captain of the cattle
boat.
ooh, with me-" said Kettle trucu-
lently they Strengthened out so soon
as ever l began to hit. If your mates
knew their business, they'd soon have
that crew in hand again."
Il don't allow my mates to knock
the men about TO give them their due,
they wanted to- They were brought
ia, 10,
suit you, captain, all three of them; but
I don't permit that sort of thing. l am
a Christian man, and l will not order
my fellow men to be struck. If the
fellows refuse their duty, it Lies be-
tween them and their conscences."
GAS if an old sailor had q con-
sciencew murmured Kettle to himself.
"Wen, captain, I'm no small piece of a
Christian myself, but I was taught
that whatever my hand findeth to do to
do it with all my might, and | guess
bashing lazy crew comes under that
head"
II don't want either your advice or
your theology"
Il LII wasn't a passenger here" said
Ket tie, "Id like to tell you what
thought of your seamanship and your
no ion of making a masters ticket re-
spected, but I'll hold my tongue on
tt at AS it is, think l ought just to
Sly l don't consider this ships safe,
ran the way she is"
1.-THE captain of the cattleboat flushed
darkly. He jerked his head toward the
ladder. 'Get down off this bridge" he
Isaid.
"What?7
"You hear me. Get down off my
| bridge! If ou'veleaned anything about
your profession, you must know this is
| private up here and no place for bloom
4 ing passengers"
Kettle glared and hesitated. He was
not used to receiving orders of this de
scription, and the innovation did no
please him. But for once in his life h,
submitted. Miss Carnegie was sitting
under the lee OF the deckhouse af
watching him, and somehow or othe
he did not choose to have q scene be
fore her. 1t was all part of thi
strange new feeling which had com
over him.
He gripped his other impulses tigh
and went and sat beside her. She we
coined him cordially. She made no sc
cret of her pleasure at his presence
But her talk just now Jared upon hin
Like other people who see the ocea
and its traffic merely from the anna
tours view, she was able to detec
romance beneath her present discon
forts, and she was pouring into hi
ear her scheme for making it til
foundation of her most ambition
poem.
In Kettles mind to build an epic o
such a groundwork was nothing shoi
of PROCLAMATION. He viewed the sef
seamen and sea duties with an il
innate eye. To him they were commo
and unclean to the furtherest degree
no trick of language could elevate the1
meanness. He pointed out how sh
would prostitute her talent by layin
hold Of such an unsavory subject an
extolled the beauty of his own idea
"Tackle cornfeld, MISS" he woul
say again and again, with its butte
yellow color and it's hobs of red POI
pies and the green hedges all roun'
You write poetry such as | know 20
can about a cornfeld and farmers an
farm buildings with matched roof
and you'll wake one Of these morning
Qike all poets hope to do some Ga.
and find yourself famous. And becau'
why? you want to know. Well, mis-
it's because cornfields and the counti
and all that are what people want
hear about and dream they've g
handy to their own back doorste
They're so peaceful, so restful. Yc
take it from me, no one would ey
want to read four words about tn
beastly cruel sea and the brutes
men who make their living by drivir
ship across it. No, by ia No, mis-
you take it from a man who know
they'd Just despise it." And so the
argued endlessly at the point, eac
keeping an unchanged opinion.
Perhaps of all the human freigl
that the cattleboat carried Mr.. McToo
was the only one person entirely ma