Smyrna times., 1908-05-20

Cloud That Foretells a Storm.
Crude perhaps and curious. the out |
come of life apart. sailOrmen have
yet an appreciation of the arts, writes |
David w. Bone in the Manchester |
Guardian.
Once in the Walter gallery | was
looking at The Death of Nelson" |
There was a man with the look of a |
seaman standing near. He had a slight |
smell of drink and was chewing tObac |
co. He, too, was interested in the pic
ture, and, recognizing me as seaman
like, he said something, and we got to
talking about Nelson and his times
about ships and pictures. "B'gad,
mate, them fellers" (the painters he
meanb "knowed what they was
a-doin' Look at that ere glim" Qan-
term. Looks as its trimmin' was for
got wen they brought tn admiral
down. An them eyes," point
ing to wounded seaman in the near
foreground, "them's tn eyes O. poor
'Arkness wot come off tn main yard
las voyage an struck tn fife rail full
Onv'
He told me of the accident, how it
happened, and by his eyes and rude.
simple speech saw it all. AS plain be-
fore me as the figure of the stricken
seaman / saw 'Arkness come off the
main yard, clutching wildly at the
sheets and lifts as he fell. l heard him
strike the rail with a sckening thud
and lie stretched. l saw the running
figures on the deck, and e never
larsted tn night. We buried i'm out
there. Taltal 1t was" said my speaker,
invOlunrarily twisting a shoulder to an
imaginary southwest.
There was a sea picture, a ship cOm-
ing up to the Isle of Wight-clean
curving sails, a good sense of move
ment and a fine. breezy atmosphere
Jest wor it is" said my friend,
"'Omeward bound Let 'er go. boys"
a burst of enthusiasm that made some
visitor glance around. alarmed. "'Ome-
ward bound it isr' There were other
fine pictures. but we did not feel that
we had a right to do more than look at
them and admire. With sea pictures it
was different. They were our world.
and who had the right to criticise the
way sea was moving Off the sky if
we had not? Too often had we watch
ed, anxious eyed, for a break in the
clouds not to know the way of wind
on the water the scud of a cloud
breaking free in a welcome shift. Well
bo Of cfan
and the relation it bore to the sense of
movement
For a city of the sea Liverpool has
no great representation of her fore
most industry on her chamber walls
Sea pictures have apparently no at
traction for her chiefest citizens. There
was little call for sea critics down
stairs, so We went to an exhibition OF
modern art in the upper galleries
Here we found ourselves properly con
frOnted. Setting Sail After a Blow" il
was, a large canvas, a ship pitching
heavily in the swell of a recent gale
and the crew putting the canvas OF
her. 1t held a great message for my
mate (black smoke and an ever throb
bing screw had not yet dulled his Sc;
fancy. He was highly pleased. 'Then
seas wot ye gets off tn Platter H
wanted to show some word of cheer, t
swing his right hand to the left shoul
der in seamanlike admiration, but tn
cold gray eye Of a tall hated officia
was upon us-"Huh, sailOrsw-anu
there was a group of young ladie
near by worshiping at the shrine of
corporation purchase. so he cOntente
himself by nudging me furiously
That's wOt l calls a picture" he saiC
A sunset over water claimed our al
tention. A blood red sky with n
clouds, only a slight density near tn
horizon. l said it was remarkable
perhaps unreal. That's where Y
amt in it, mister. Look a here!
We wOs t. take all tn colors in tn loci
er SOS We 'ad lots O. red an yeller il
ye'd find a sky t. match it. Amt y
never card o. what them dagos cal
blood o. Chris'-them dagos wOt load
We ballest in tn Platter" l had NJ
heard. 'Well, it's a sky like that, al
1t comes afore one of them 'pamperos
Min l wOs lyin' in Monte Vide
oncet, an we 'ad a sky all blood re
an never a cloud, an tn fishin' boa
wos all comm in: not rOwin shipshap
same s me an you 'ud do; the
shown tn oars S if they wos pushi
a barrer." He spat into a dark corn
and said something more about dago
then continued: Mex day we 'ad
gale. 'Owlin', it was, an her drivi
into it same IS we wOs off tn Hor
an a big German bark driv' down
us an took th' fore tO'gaTn' mast out
'er an tn boom an started all I
'eadgear. Two ships wos driv' ashoI
an that's wot comes out O. them ski
wot they calls tn blood O. Chris"
1t was an impressiOnist picture tn
annoyed my mate-an impression OF
scene in dock. with masts and funn'
and hulls all mixed up. The colorl
was good, but the ships might ha
been ninepins or egg boxes or an
thing At first he was perplexed' IN
amused, then indignant. "Oh, -"
said. Whats this? Ships b'gad,
I'm Dutchmanw He burst into a
ES rude laughter. "Ships it is, mist