The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-04-26


lowings and the groans of the cattle
We're awful. But at last a blight of
rope was made fast round a dead
beasts horns and the word was given
to haul. The winch chartered and the
chain drew. The two men below,
jumping to this side and that for their
lives, levered the carcass free of OBJ
stacles, and at last it came up the
hatch battered, shapeless rag. almost
unrecognizable.
A mob of men, sulky, sullen and
afraid, stood round the hatch, and one
of these, when the poor remains came
up and swung to the roll of the ship
over the side. cut the bowline with his
knife and let the carcass plop into the
, raging seas. The chain clashed back
again down between the iron combings
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.
, captain?" asked Kettle at last
"They are handy fellows"
eff you ask me, l should call them
poor drivers. What for do they put i'll
! 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 We're in the gallery
of a theater?'
'There was some misunderstanding
when the crew We're shipped. They
say they never signed on to handle
dead CATTLE"
"I've seen that kind of misunder
standings before, captain. and I've
started in to smooth them away
!. sWell?' said the captain of the cattle
boat.
'Oh with me-" said Kettle trucu-
I'lently, "they Strengthened out so soon
as ever 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
up in school which would probably
suit you. captain, all three of them; but
don't permit that sort of thing. l am
a Christian man, and i will not order
my fellow men to be struck. If the
fellows refuse their duty, it lies be-
tween them and their consciences.'
Gas if an old sailor had a con-
science!" murmured Kettle TO himself.
We'll captain. I'm no small piece of a
Christian myself, but ! was taught
that whatever my hand findeth to do to
do it with all my might, and | guess
7, =
head"
81 don't want either your advice or
your theology"
eff wasn't passenger here" said
Kettle, SD like to tell you what
thought of your seamanship and your
notion of making a masters ticket re
spected. but I'll hold my tongue or
that. AS it is. l think ought just tc
, say / don't consider this ships safe
run the way she is"
The captain of the cattleboat flushed
. darkly. He jerked his head toward the
, ladder. Get down off this bridge" he
{ said.
"What?"
"You hear me. Get down off my
, bridge! If you'velearned anything abou
. your profession, you must know this is
private up here and no place for bloom
= ing passengers"
Kettle glared and hesitated. He wa!
j not used to receiving orders of this de
, scription, and the innovation did no
: please him. But for once in his life b,
/ submitted. Miss Carnegie was sittin.
g under the lee of the deckhouse af
l watching him, and somehow or othe
! he did not choose to have a scene be
fore her. 1t was all part of thi
: strange new feeling which had COM
/ over him.
f He gripped his other impulses tigh
d and went and sat beside her. She wei
/ coined him cordially. She made no sc
: cret of her pleasure at his presence
i But her talk just now Jared upon him
Y Like other people who see the ocea
e and it's traffic merely from the anna
n tours view, she was able to detec
/ romance beneath her present discon
@ forts, and size was pouring into hi
+ ear her scheme for making it til
). foundation of her most ambition
o poem.
8 In Kettles mind to build an epic o
}. such groundwork was nothing shol
G of proclamation. He viewed the Sc;
~ seamen and sea duties with an il
innate eye. To him they were commo
y and unclean to the furtherest degree
). no trick of language could elevate thei
It meanness. He pointed out how sh
$ would prostitute her talent by layin
# hold Of such an unsavory subject an
J. eXtolled the beauty of his own idea
''Tackle a cornfield, MISS" he woul
n say again and again, with its butte
o yellow color and it's hobs of red POI
h pies and the green hedges all roun
o You write poetry such as l know yo
l. can about cornfield and farmers an
, farm buildings with matched roof
IS and you'll wake one of these morning
ir Qike all poets hope to do some da.
= and find yourself famous. And becau!
f. why? you want to know. Well, mis-
" it's because corntields and the COUNT
d and all that are what people want
- hear about and dream they've 6,