Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-08-24
"She's Got Crew." Said the Skipper to Hi
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wheel me little hearty" said Wispy
Cavendish.
"Ilf make her fly" murmured the
apprentice.
turning the wheel over to him, ad-
ding, South to the Horn, son."
South it is" said the apprentice,
| staring into the compass.
GN7HAT'S the course?" asked Wispy
p" Cavendish 80 days later, taking
the wheel over from the Suva man.
"Sou'east' by cas-" said the Suva
| man; make fly"
The wind cried out of the westerly,
the singing sea along her racing
wide to let her through.
ITS blowing. sir" said the mate,
looking at the skysail on the mizzen.
Let it blow" said tine skipper.
At dusk the second mate, taking
the bridge, stared along the swamped
decks deep in green water from
fo'c'stle to poop. the ports dashed
wide open, the sky dark.
| Its blowing. SIR said he. look
! ing at the Skysail on the mizZen.
Let it blow" said the mate.
The skipper looked out Of the
charthouse, watching the canvas on
the bending topgallant sails.
Take nothing off her. sir" said he.
Every good, sir" said the second
mate, adding, as the skipper went be
low: IF he can drive her SO can !.
She's going to fly
Night fell; the sky black above; the
Golden Age flying, with everything
set. down the casting to old Cape
Stiff; tho wash of an invisible sea
noisy about her. In the fo'c'Stle the
watch below sat at their supper.
The skipper, coming to the chart
house, looked at the barometer and.
standing beside the wheel, watched
the compass, the helrosman fighting
the clipper, holding her true.
Call all hands on deck. Shorten
SAIL said the skipper to the mate;
shell lose a stick. Well have to
ease her"
Aloft in the darkness the watches
gathered up the skysails, the royals
and the fore-and alters. rolling them
tight, neater than window blinds in
rich ladies' houses, smuggling them
down.
The clipper raced beneath her top
gallant sails, dipping deep as the
wind arose and the sea ran higher.
The watch below rolled into their
hunks, to dream of lights by many
water fronts, Of songs in strange
places, Of children who stared al
them from doorsteps.
The watch on deck, smoking time
blackened pipes, sat in the fo'c'stle,
hearing the winds uproar, the sea s
song without.
IT'S coming cold, sir" said the
mate to the skipper on the bridge.
There's ice about" said the skip
per.
The mate said nothing.
off, said the skipper; she wants
to fly"
The mate said nothing.
I'D like to drive her. said the
skipper, going below, staying a mo-
ment in the charthouse door.
IF he can drive her. said the
mate, 80 can l."
She flew, wing staggered, down the
night, with ice about.
Four bells went.
Watts the course:' asked Wispy
Cavendish. taking the wheel over.
"Sou'eas' by cas- said the helms
man:
"Sou'eas' by cas- it is" said Wispy.
"All hands on deck. Shorten SAIL
beloved the mate, his head at the
fo'c'stle door. Call the watch
Rouse her out there! Rise an
shine, you sleepers." yelled a man at
C0e QOOT OIL the 10 sue,
waking the second mates watch.
who's that a-singin' on them
ropes?" muttered man of the second
mates watch, wriggling into cold OIL
skins.
That's tn admiral" said one.
Let 'im sing! 1 likes to ear i'm, y
said another.
"How's she headingc" asked the
skipper of Wispy, at the wheel.
"Sou'eas' by cas-. sir"
Bring her to east-southeast." said
the skipper.
East -sou'eas' it is, sir"
There's ice about" said the skipper
to himself. Il must keep her up a
Bit
Haul in the weather braces. sir, as
soon as those topgallant sails are
furled," said the skipper to the mate,
upon the bridge.
Aye. aye, sir.' said the mate, de-
scending to the deck.
"Starboard cross-jack brace.'
shouted 20 sailors in the hidden depths
of night.