The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1919-06-25
CAPTAINS COURAGEOUS
By RUDYARD KIPLING
Condensation by JAMES 3. CONNOLLY


things if he cared to- After a time,
as the pride in honest work we'll done
began to grip him, he cared. He
learned to fish from a dory; to make
his way in safety around heaving
vessels deck; to know what each
rope and sail aboard a vessel was for.
Disko allowed him, when the wind
was light, to steer the vessel from
one berth to another, and wonderful
was Harvey's sense Of power when he
first felt the vessel answer to his
touch of the wheel Almost did he
come to understand, as a fisherman
understands, the never-absent dan
gers of the banks-the eternal fogs,
the tides, the gales, the wicked seas;
and learned, too. fishermen's opinion
of the officers of the great steamers
who, after cutting a vessel down,
raise high hands to heaven and swear
with unanimity that the ca reless fish
erman had never-abs olutely never
shown so much as single light.
He saw one day foul, draggled,
unkempt vessel heaving up past the
We're Here for all the world like
"a blowsy, frousy, bad old woman
sneering at decent girl,-saw her
sail off and into a patch of watery
sunshine and-go undertaking all
hands with her! He saw, while his
hair stood on end, whiteness moving
In the wilderness Of the fog with a
breath like the breath of a grave;
and then he heard a roaring, plunging
and Spouting; that was his first ice
berg He saw the surf break over
Virgin Rocks; and the fish strike in
so thick on shoal that scores of dor
. or 1-i1 in Al II
while their crews battled for the
catch. He saw a gale break so sud
den and fierce that everywhere on the
sea were men in dories cutting roding
lines and racing for their vessels, but
some never making their vessels
! So he passed four busy, wonderful
months, growing in body, mind and
| soul with every hour that passed; and
then came the great day when they
/ left the banks for home. Toll, hard
ship and danger were now mostly
behind them; there was left little tc
! do but stand, watch and study the
folding and packing away of the morn
| ing mists, the hurry of winds across
the open spaces, the glare and blaze
! OF the high sun; to harken to the
! grinding Of the booms against the
masts, the creaking of the sheets
against the bits, the sail filling te
j the roaring winds.
Now about the time the Were
! Here" a hundred quintals of fish in
her hold, was laying her course fol
Gloucester, Haweys father was be
ginning to wonder in his mahogany
offices in Los Angeles If it wasn'1
a better game to drop the cea seless
struggle for more power and wealth
what was the use of it all-with nc
son to hand it to? He was still won
dering when one day an excited sec
rotary brought him a telegram.
1t was from Harvey safe in Glou
cester. My Cheyne laid his face dowr
on desk, breather heavily for awhile
and then, heaving orders right anc
left, started that run of which rail
road men talked for many day
three days and a half it was from
coast TO coast, with railroad special
lists along the way dividing huge bon
uses; for it was the great Harve,
Cheyne who was racing east to see hi;
rescued boy, and the boys mother
was with him.
Not without fear did he meet tina
boy. He had memory of a pasty
ia ced, bad-mannered lad. What b.
met was a boy with toughened figur.
and keen, clear eye, a boy who wa
Unfortunately proud that a Giouceste
! skipper said he had well-earned hi.
S10.50 and his keep a month. On tn,
end of an ancient wharf Harve,
Cheyne and his boy had such a tall
as they never could have had fou
months before. When it was owe
they knew each other better.
Railroads, lumber, mines suc]
things did not interest young Harvey
WHAT his heart yearned for was t,
some day manage his fathers newly
purchased sailing ships on the Pacifi
i Coast. The ships he got when he wa
ripe for them; and for Dan, son o
Disko Troop-seeing that he could
mot offer money-he got a berth a
mate Of one of them. with the prom
} Use that some day he would go maste
of the best he could build
i Great ships these of my fathers
o yes, says Harvey. But back i
Gloucester are the able little vessels
The We're Here she's one. ow
ia heap TO her-to her and her crew.
"Quo Vadis," the extraordinary nc
} vel by Sienkiewiez, one of the hes
sellers of the world few years bach
; condensed by Prof VIM. Fenwie
Harris Of Cambridge, will be printe
|, tomorrow.
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