The sun., 1918-10-27

(very gentle under his forbidding exterior) halls
from Newcastle. Old Sails, the sailmaker, fiery
red checked Welsh lad of nearly seventy who has
spent half century at sea and has even been in
ship dismasted off the Horn, belongs to- Swansea
las sailormen say. We had The Wayfarer under
her main lower topsail and fore lower topsail, but
at all hands had to 60 aoft to take in the fore.
1t was half hour job and the leach was torn to
tatters I went aloft and was first the yard and
then trying with all my weight to come up some on
the buntlnes. For some reason the men seemed to
think that had shown proper pluck and even old
BROWN, who had threatened to kill me land GER
tainly tried to once aloft) was unaffectedly cor
dial When the weather let up were in the
midst of lot of Dutch fishing boats.
Unwritten Recollections.
Of the books DAVID MARTIN had with him no
precise record exists There was a copy OF Madame
Bovary and there were certain volumes from Every
mans Library bound in limp leather which was
somewhat limper before Leith was reached. These
included four volumes, containing The Spectator,
but DAVID hardly looked at any beyond the first;
copy of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea;
copy of HERMAN MELvHI,E's epic of whaling, MOby
Dick, which was read with appreciation by Mr..
WALKER, the mate; and perhaps one or two other
books of fiction But the book which the ordinary
seaman really read with attention, especially in the
cold weather off the Horn was JOSIAH ROYCEs
The Spirit of Modern Philosophy. 1t gave him in
tellectual exercise and perhaps ofnourish-
ment; but one day in that trying time he entered
the wet and foul smelling foc's lie to find GRAVES,
the most devout of the negroes reading from small
book DAVID borrowed it and read short chapter
beginning 1.-THE LORD is my shepherd l shall not
want He leadeth me - There were no
sheep except the wretched and i'll clad men huddled
under the 70 sic head that unforgettable Sunday.
There were no green pastures there was only
green and undulating waste of icy waters But
DAVID read and was comforted. In these few words,
as in that wretched life, he found something that
Professor ROYCE with all his earnestness, could not
distil for him from the reasonings of the greatest
philosophers. Men call it faith, but it is not,
they so often rate it, an act of belief it is that act
Of belief which makes all other acts possible. A
man who believes nothing do nothing. man
who believes in a GoD can do almost anything. And
a man who believes in COP who was also man
can do the work of man as his COP would do it.
There is about the life of the sea as it lived
on the deep water sailing ships great nobility and
q dignity which every true sailor has felt and
which is perfectly captured in good tales of the sea,
whether they plain, objective narratives like
TGCO Years Before the Mast and Under Sail or in
tensely subjective and fctional relations like The
Niger of the NarciSsus Youth and The End OF the
Tether. Men who were the of the earth ashore,
who were jailed for everything from vagrancy and
drunkenness to murder, who were the helpless prey
of crimps and pmply faced boarding house runners,
whose debausheries vile, who had no "educa-
ton in that they could hardly read write and
had sometimes to sign with cross the articles which
bound them to passage between latitude so and
so and latitude so and So longitude this and that
and longitude t'other, of not than three years.
duration men who on the land had no footing
and no home, no stitch of clothing and apparently
no souls they could call their own, whose bodies
were pawns used by thieves-these men were Men in
a vessel off soundings They felt their dignity as
they knew their duty; they were selfrespecting and
respected. Make no landlubbery mistake about
them. Draw no hasty inference from the way they
were starved and cursed and kicked about; the
good sailors among them were recognized for what
they were by the worst manhandlers that ever
walked quarterback, just the capable ships
officer got his due from the 70 lie crowd.