Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-10-24

did he come to understand as a fish
erman understands, the never-ab-
sent dangers of the banks, the
eternal fogs, the tides, the gales,
the wicked seas; and learned too
ftshermen'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 careless fisher
men had overwhelmingly never
shown so much as a single light.
He saw one day a foul, draggled
unkempt vessel heaving up past the
We're Here" for all the world
like blowsy, frousy, bad old wom-
an sneering at decent girl-saW-
her sail off and into a patch of
Watery sunshine and-go under
taking all hands with her! He saw,
while his hair stood straight on
emo, whiteness moving in the
Whlteness Of the fog with a breath
like the breath of a grave; and
then he heard roaring, plunging,
ana spoutlng; that was his first
iceberg. He saw the surf break
over Virgin rocks; and the fish
strike in so thick on a shoal that
scores of dories stood riding gun
mel to gunnel while their crews
oattled for the catch. He saw a gale
break so sudden and fierce that
everywhere on the sea were men in
dor1es 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;
ana then came the great day when
they left the banks for home. Toll.
hafdShlp and danger were now most
~ oehlnd them; there was left lit
Tie TO do but stand;>watch and study
the folding and packing away of
the morning mists, the hurry os
WINDS across the open spaces, the
glare and blaze of the high sun;
to harken to the grinding of the
Dooms against the masts. the creak-
ing of the sheets against the hits
the sail filling to the roaring winds.
Now about the time the Were
Here" hundred quintals of fs,
IN her hold, was laying her course
for Gloucester Harvey's father was
beginning to wonder in his mahogany
oIllces In Los Angeles if it wasn't
a better game to drop the ceaseIess
struggle for more power and wealth
What was the use of it all-with no
son to hand it to? He was still won
derlng when one day an excited Sec
rotary brought him telegram.
1t was from Harvey, safe in Glou-
'cester. Mr.. Cheyne laid his face
down on his desk, breatfed heavily
for a while; and then, heaving or
ders right and left, started that fun
of which railroad men talked for
many day. Three days and a half
1t was from coast to coast, with rail.
road specialists along the way divid
ing huge bonuses; for it was thu
great Harvey Cheyne who was racing
east to see his rescued boy, and the
BOY mother was with him.
MOI without fear did he meet tina,
boy. He had memory of pasty-
faced, bad-mannered lad. What he
met was boy with toughened fig
ure and keen, clear eye, a bow
who was inordinately proud that a
Gloucester skipper said he had we'll
earned his $1,000 and his keep A
month. On the end of an ancient
wharf Harvey Cheyne and his bow
'-N>N 0SNOth q SStAh as lIlSS never could
have had four months before. When
it was over they knew each othei
better.
RAILROADS, lumber, mines-such
things did not interest young Har-
vey. What his heart yearned for
was to some day manage his IA
theirs neWly-purchased sailing Ships
on the Pacific coast. The Ships he
got when he was ripe for them; and
Tor Dan, son of Disko Troop-seein2
that he could not offer money-he
got a berth as mate of one of them
with the promise that some day he
would go master of the best he could
build.
Great ships these of my fathers?
o yes" says Harvey. But back in
Gloucester are the able little vessels
The We're Here she's one owe 8
heap to her-to her and her crew.
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