Greenwood daily commonwealth. (Greenwood, Miss.) 1919-1926, 1920-04-20

WduIeO IcCTiDIy 10 rest, Dul dASO AO1
the first time in his life he vas N
OF a working gang of men; and So
beginning to take pride in thet thought.
he held on grimly. Not till the last
fish was slowed below did a man rest.
But when that moment came! Disko
and Old Salters rolled toward their
cabin hunks, Manuel and Long Jack
went forward. Tom Platt waited only
long enough to slide home the hatch.
All hands were below and asleep,
except the two boys; they had to
| stand watch; so by and by the moon
looked down on M slim boy in knick-
erbockers, which was Harvey. stag
gering around the cluttered deck:
while behind him, waving q knotted
rope, walked another boy, which was
Dan, yawning and nodiins between
taps he dealt the first boy to keep him
awake.
The "We're Here" was on a salt
fishing trip which meant four months
away from holue; SO there was time
for Harvey to ear many strange new
things if he cared to. After a time,
as the pride in honest work well done
began to grip him, he cared. He
learned to fish from a dory; to make
his way in safety around a 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 n
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 under
stands, the never-absent dangers 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 careless fisherman
had overwhelmingly never-shown
SO much as a single light.
He say M day a foul, draggled, I'M
kempt vessel heaving up past the
Were Here" for all the world like b
blowsy, frousy, bad old woman sneer-
ing at a decent girl, saw her sail off
and into a batch of watery sunshine
and-go under, taking all hands with
her! He saw, while his hair stood on
end, a w~hiteness moving in the white
ness of the fog with a breath like the
breath of q grave; and then he heard
a roaring, plunging and spouting; that
was his first iceberg. He saw the surf
break over Virgin Rocks; and the fish
strike in so thick on a shoal tina scores
OF dories stood riding gunnel to gunnel
y1-hi1n thoS~ orsnu-c h <{1o1 fon Tho oo%1I
He saw a gale break so sudden and
fierce that everywhere on the sea were
men in dories cutting riding lines and
racing for their vessels, but some
never making their vessels.
So he passed our 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 hardship
and danger were o mostly behind
them; there was left little to do but
stand watch and study the folding and
packing away Of tine morning mists,
the hurry of winds across the open
spaces, the glare and Glaze of the high
sun; to harken to the grinding of the
booms against the m,tsts, the creaking
of the sheets against the bits, the sail
filling to the roaring winds.
Now about the time the "We're
Here" a hundred qaintals of fish in
her hold, was laying her course for
Gloucester, Harvey's father was be-
ginning to wonder in his mahogany
offices in Los Angeles if 1T wasn't a
better game to drop the ceaseIess
struggle for more POWER aud wealth.
What was the use Of it all-with no
son to hand it to? Ee was still Won
dering when one ds y an excited Sec
rotary brought him a telegram.
It was from Harv,S =, safe in Glouces-
ter. MI. Cheyne laid his face down
on his desk, breathed heavily for
awhile; and then, heaving orders
right and left, sta r~ed th,t run of
which railroad men talked for many
a day. Three days and a half it was
from coast to coast, with railroad spe-
cialists along the WIG dividing huge
bonuses; for it was he grest Harvey
Cheyne whO was "a ing East to see
his rescued boy, and che boy 3 mother
was with him.
Not without fear did he meet that
ivy. IL "a Il II6Ee oIy Vi u DdSCy.
faced, bad-mannered lad. What he
met was a boy with ksoghened figure
and a keen, clear eye
Railroads, lumber, mines-such
things did not interest young Harvey.
What his heart year Ted for was to
some day manage his fathers newly
purchased sailing ship on the Pacific
Coast. The ships he g It when he was
ripe for them; and fig Dan, son of
Disko Troop-seeing the& he could not
offer money-he got a berth as mate
Of n of them. with tie promise that
some day he would go Aaster Of the
best he could build.
Great ships these Of my faith RS?
Oh. yes" says Harvey. But bacs IN
Gloucester are the able little vessels.
The We're Here she's ,,ne. I owe a
heap to her-to her and her crew."
Copyright. 1919, by Post Publishing Co,
(The Boston Post.) Printed by per.
mission of. and arrangement with.
Century Co., authorized publishers.
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