The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1901-02-28

THE WRECK Of
THE CA1TLEBOA1.
by CUTCLIFFE HYNE.
CopYRIuuT, 1900, ny CUTClLFFE HYNE
by CUTCLIFFE HYNE.
corynIanr, 1900, ny cUrcl.IrFE uYNE

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CONCLUDED FROM LAST WEEK.
a mob OF men, Sully, sullcn 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 bowlinc with his
knife and let the carcass plop into the
raging seas. The chain clashcd back
again down between the iron combings
OF the hatch, and the two mates below
went Oh with their work. No one Of
fered 20 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"
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 theaterT
There was some misunderstanding
when the crew were shipped. They
say they never signed on to handle.
dead cattle"
"Iye seen that kind OF misunder-
standings before, captain, and I've
started in to smooth them away"
"WellT" said the captain Of the cattle
bont.
"Oh, with me-" said Kettle trucu.
lently, "thcy 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
up IN school which would probably
suit you, captain, all three of them; but
don't permit that sort Of thing. am
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 conscicnccs."
"As If an old sailor had con-
science" murmurcd Kettle to himself.
"Well, captain, Pm no small piece Of a
Christian myself, but l WIS taught
that whatever my hand findcth to do to
DO 1t with all my might, and l guess
bashinG lazy crew comes under that
head"
Il don't want either your advice or
your theology"
IF I wasn't passenger here" said
Kettle, "I'd 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 on
that AS it Is, I think ought just to
say l 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.
"W',at7"
you hear me. Get down off my
bridge! If you've learned anything about
your profession, you must know this Is
private up here and no place for bloom.
ing passengers"
Kettle glared and hcsitatcd He was
not used to receiving orders Of this de.
scription, and the innovation did not
please him. But for once in his life he
submitted. Miss Carnegie was sitting
under the lee Of the deckhouse aft
watching him, and somehow or other
he did not choose to have scene be-
fore her. It was all part Of this
strange new feeling which had come
over him.
He gripped his other impulses tight
and went and sat beside her. She wei
coined him cordially. She made no Sc.
cret Of her pleasure ut his presence.
But her talk just now Jared upon him.
Like other people who see the ocean
and Its traffic merely from the anna
1n
romance beneath her present discom.
forts, and she was pouring into his
ear her scheme for making it the
foundation of her most ambitious
poem.
In Kettles mind to build an epic on
such groundwork was nothing short
OF PROCLAMATION. lie viewed the sea,
senmen and sea duties with an in.
innate eye. TO him they were common
and unclean to the furthcrest degree;
no trick Of language could elevate their
meanness. He pointed out how she
would prostitute her talent by laying
hold Of such an unsavory subject and
extolled the beauty OF his own ideal
"Iackle cornfeld. MISS" he would
say again and again, with Its butter
yellow color and It's bobs Of red pop.
pies and the green hedges all round.
You write poetry such as I know you
can about cornfield and farmers and
farm buildings with thntched roofs,
ana you'n wake one of these mornings
uike all poets hope to do some day.
ana IND yourself famous. And because
WhyT you want to know. Well, miss,
us because cornfelds and the country
ana all that arc what people want to
near about and dream they've got
mandy to their own back doorstep.
they're so peaceful, SO restful. You
oake It from me, no one would ever
want to read four words about this
peastly cruel sea and the brutes of
men who mako their living by driving
Sn,p across 1t. No, by ia No, miss,
Sou !ake 1t from a man who knows