The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-29
SCUTTIING OF THE PANDORA
By Morley Roberts
By Morley Roberts

beyond borders Of its roads of travel For
the merchant seaman the ocean toll; only
disaster or it, gives SAVIOR, the work
the for They dwell little things,
easily pleased easily hurt. In grows super
stton in panic flourish if they not held
in strong hand Tho both the mates were good men,
they young, and Rayner weak
very fairness Of weather fair weather is
enough off the Horn in summer, got on the crews
minds, they hove in sight of the Diego Ramirez
islands and hauled up for the north.
":None ever passed these ere Daggara-marines
in weather like. this they said as they shook their
heads. why it might be q Inillpond!'
when three days later, change of weather sent
southwest gale bowling after them, they shook their
heads again.
.sAh she's gon' get it now! This'n make for
Who's gon' hrst?'
They found out now what the Pandora could do to
make their lives unhappy She was both Weaherly ana
fast but her lines forard such that she never
rose 20 any e f sue @ t fat d SIC inned one
midnight that off the scuttle and poured
solid into the focsle that washed the out of
thed lower hunks The hatch went overheard and was
morning before dared the focse head to
spike panks down N pace OF t. ~ ngn. IONS IA, "a
plugged pipes. Soon there not dry blanket
den; from the wet packed sleepers
hands" bells in the middle watch, and
they went on deck to shorten sail Not man wore oil
skins; they nothing keep from getting wet Even
Joe, who the most cheerful man forard fell to grow
"Cal this shp!" he said "she's scared of the top
Of the and wants to dive SOS to get out o the wet
Stow the foresai is it? reckon the old man is gon
while he He can't have much heart
And perhaps Rayner had little heart. But if he had
little, the mate was CHEEKY enough He beloved loudly
and the jumped.
"Now then haul taut the lifts" he roared. "Thatn
do. Weather clew-garnet Ease off the sheet"
They Stacked away the tack, laid hold of the
weather gear
'Now then, lee gear, and jump aloft and furl it.
The night black and the wind heavy in increasing
bellyng out in great white bladders she still cut the
seas like knife scooped in her head
door to the mems quarters only heavy canvas screen
foc'sle- from aloft dull foam
cleaned Pandora drove the asunder The
sprang the weather rigging with the second mate
leading AS he came to the futtock srouds hold
of foremost his right hand and jumped
his hand hold gave He snatched with yell at the top
gallant sheet leading thru the top but too late to
grasp and hold it.
they him the deck. And when the foresa
slowed and they went down. they heard the was
They found the Pandora made heavy weather still
when she brought to the wind, she only lay to
peaceably when she stripped to goose winged
main topsa The went into their wet and devasta-
ted gloomy silence.
.Ere's bloomin pretty general averaged said
Joe, he found his chest, which also his chums
by the impact of iron bound which had
away it's lashngs. But growled and
answered him. The young second "greaser' had
silence only the watch below turned into the
dries hunks They thought that the Pandora had begun
and tho lay easily enough, few slept They
afraid ship she unlucky, accused,
evil personality About her was the odor of death
Case good boy they said land would have
been a fine officer by-and by. WE'LL our turn next"
i. Every time the Pandora bowed the hawse-
still spurted; the focse deck wet and glinn
darkly feeble light from the sinking Ian
swinging both and starboard Sides The air
saturated with moisture rank sweat down the
beams dripping blankets swayed from the edges of un-
damp, subdued, unhappy.
Now the wind longer swept into the
focse the Tapping by the Windlass, but
still swift cold air shook it, and the shiv
under their oilskins that they for warmth
IT wish I'd seed her" said Jack Machmont, and
Joe his mate. Not ten words spoken
till wheel lookout relieved at O'Clock Both
were jobs; the night still dark death,
and the wheel with grummet its spokes looked
after itself.
ooh its,s ans comfort, Joc "I
wonder whose clothes will be for sale next?"
They buried the second mate in the gray waste OF
sea before they put before the moderating
gale read the burial service for Captain
STAYED below. steward n whisper