and so on to the further details, the fifteen hundred barrels of frozen herring in his hold, and a breeze that sang lullabies of home, when one of his crew had to fall sick.
And of all times! exploded his mates. The first cargo of the season; and now Gloverll beat us outready to sail when we left.
But there was nothing for it but to put back to St. Marys and ship another man in his place.
The new man was but fairly over the railMan! but the jaunty chap he was!when he had to break out with: So this is the Tommie Clancy Ive been hearing so much about? The great Tommie ClancyClancy the sail carrier! Well, Ive yet to see the man that could carry sail enough for me.
Of course that was too good for the crew to keep; and while they were getting under way again they started to tell the skipper of what the new man had said, thinking to touch his professional pride and sting him to one of his famous rejoinders, perhaps set him to teach the fellow a lesson. But they were grievously disappointed. He did not let them half finish. To the devil with what he said! exploded the irate Clancy. He had only himself just leaped aboard, after seeing the sick man attended to ashore. Look now! and held up a letter. Ought to have been given me a week ago. Only I stepped into the post-office on the way down, Id never got it at all. If Id got it when I ought to, wed been half-way home by now, with that sick man taking his chances out of the medicine-chest. And more than that, and he held aloft a telegram, although, instead of telling them what that was about, he thrust it into an inside pocket.
Hush! warned one, a subtle one, a man who had essayed to report the new mans words about sail-carrying. Maybe hes put out about Glover, who left for home last night, meaning it to reach the skippers ears, which it did.
To the devil with Glover! said Clancy. We wont be home any later be hes left before us.
But the market, skipper?
To hell with the market, toowhats the matter with that anchor? Is that anchor cat-headed yet? No? Well, why isnt it? And another heave or two on those throat-halyards. And, Lord in heaven! bend your backs. Some o you act as though you thought you were pulling on pack-threads.
And in that spirit they left for home. At dark they had sunk the headlands of Cannargie, at dawn they raised the cliffs of Whitehead, which truly was going some, as Sam Leary put it when after an arduous trick to the wheel he dropped below, dodging, as he leaped from the lowest step, the heavy steel stays which held the Duncan together forward. Them damn thingssome day theyll cut a mans head off coming below in a hurry.
I callate by the way shes hoppin, Sammie, that its blowin some.
This from the cook.
Go up and have a look for yourself, cookie. Some water on her deck.
No need to go on deck to see loose water, Sam. I on get that here. I wish she was a little tighter. Theres blessed little comfort wearin rubber boots all the time below. Dont you think shes a bit loose for a winter passage, Sammie? Look at them things, now.
He pointed to the heavy strengthening stays which Sam had dodged, and which stretched across the forecs le just abaft the butt of the foremast.
These rods, to which Sam had already referred, and of an X form, extended from side to side of the vessel. If it were not for them the Duncan, a notoriously hard-driven vessel, would (or so common report had it) have long ago ended her career. To stiffen further the Duncan, it may be added that she was also hooped by iron bands outside her hull; the same extending from chain-plates to chain-plates forward. Even as the men gazed, the steel stays, which crossed at the foremast, were quivering under the impact which came of the vessel plunging into heavy seas before an immense press of canvas.
Some day, Sammie, them rodsll part, and then shell split in two like a Boston cracker and down shell go the farther from the cook.
If, instead of swearing at them so much, cook, youd once in a while take a marlinspike to the turnbuckle and screw em a little tighter Sam followed his own advice. There; that looks better.
But she is loose, Sammie.
Loose? Of course shes loose. But thats no fault of hers. Look back at the passages shes made. Sure tisnt in nature for a vessel to be driven as this mans driven this one for years now and she not be loose. But that only affects a vessels comfort. For sailin tis no harm. Indeed, tis notorious that a loose vessel sails fastest.
H-m-mthen this one ought to be about the fastest thing that ever wiped her nose in a winter westerly.
And so she is. Id hate to say what I think shes logging now, for fear of what youd call me. But what odds if she is loose, so shes standin up well? And shes standin upwell enough to carry her mainsl anyway, and all the vessels thats carryin a whole mainsl here-away to-day cn be counted on the thumbs of a one-armed man, Ill bet.
And no slack now, Sammie, till hes home, I spose?
Slack? Slack? Leary looked into the cooks face to assure himself no joke was meant. This man slack on a passage home? Well, ifthere goes another bunch of crockery, cookie. You ought to know better than leave them around so carelessand the way this vessels bein jolted. If I know him, hes got a picture in his eye now of cradles and babies and a lone woman by the fire. No, sir, if it was blowin 16-inch guns out of the water he wouldnt slack now.
And never a slack did Clancy think of. Cruel it certainly seemed. Wind just forward of her beam then, and so allowing of sheet enough to keep all the bouncing life in her. And the sea? She was picking it up over her knightheads and passing it along deck, smothering hatches, house, and wheel-box, and over the taffrail roaring.
Like an express train on the other track, said the next man off watch after Leary. Honest, I caught myself looking back at her wake to see if I couldnt see the cars going out of sight around the curve. Man! if she dont bust all the records this trip!
And that started them to figuring out how long before she would be here, there, and finally into Gloucester, which is known of any old Gloucester fishermen to be the surest way to discount any good luck in store. It was only inevitable then, that the vengeful wind should jump to the westward. The skipper was the first to note the veering, and it was, Blast your hoary old face!cant you stay with a man in a hurry for two days running? And to the man at the wheel then, Let her come about, and dont trip her, either.
Almost to Sable Island Northwest Light it was on that tack. Abreast of Cape Sable they hoped it would be on the inshore tack. But no; the wind headed them off again and developed into a westerly hurricane, of which, between one tack and the other, they got thirty hours, she reeling off her express speed under four lowers the meantime. It was then her planks first gave warning. Clancy was not deaf to the indications. But no fear; she wont give in. I never could make her give in. Shell keep going, this one, till the planks are torn from her frame. Thats the spirit of her. But heres this devils breeze heading us off again.
It was on that next tack she showed herself the wonderful vessel altogether. And Clancy standing right there to see her.
Did you ever see her like? he asked, and so fired with admiration of her thatshe was carrying her four lowers thenhe thought to try her with the staysail. And did. And she stood up under that; not without some further creaking and groaning of her joints, it is true, but still right side up. M-m! murmured Clancy, in sheer admiration, and after that gave her the balloon. Blue times it was then, spume and foam and a clawing seaa great occasion altogether. Grand, yeslife well worth living; and thenit was the forward watch who, thinking he heard an unusual gurgling overboard, stuck his head over her windward bow. And immediately hopped back with warning arms: Skipper! oh, skipper, shes all opened up for-ard!
Then slap it to her on the other tack, said Clancy, and never even smiled, for the madness of making a passage was on him.
And while on that other tack came a glorious south-easterly, and riotous joy prevailed aboard the Duncan. A south-easterly gale for homebound vessels, especially in winter! It is a softening, albeit at times a howling influence. Particularly does it add to the joy of man when it follows a hard westerly, serving then to melt the ice. And straight down the Cape shore went the Duncan before it, while Tommie Clancy, standing on her quarter, smiled the smile of a boy with a slice of bread and molasses. To Sam Learys query, Will you beat him out? he asked, Beat who out?
Why, Glover.
Oh, him! Twelve hours start? I dont know. And whats more, Sammie, I dont knows I care. Were sailing now, thats sure, and the frequent seas threatening to overhaul and smother her, he took the wheel himself; and for fourteen hours stood to it, lifting a hand from the spokes only to gulp down the cups of hot coffee which were brought when chance offered. And sang little songs to himself the whilesongs of home, and hearth, and wife, and childrensongs the Celtic people sing as the mother rocks the babies, the fathers as they meditate on life, death, and what comes after.
In the milder spells of that run the water on her quarter piled to Clancys thighs, but later it came to his waist; and there was one inspiring stretch of four hours when the solid water came boiling to his breast. And a man of sweeping height was Clancy. She must have been a sight to please the gods; certainly she was a joy to all she met along the way. They breasted a fleet of outbound trawlers hove to inside La Have, under double-reefed foresails all. To the rail of one, the Buccaneer, stood Crump Taylor.
What is it? hailed Crump.
I dont know, yelled back Tommie, but Ill know before a great while an this breeze holds out.
Well, whats your hurry? asked the master of the next one, which herself rocked to the seas surge till her fore-keel could be seen to the waist.
Oh, no great hurryjust going to the westard, retorted Clancy.
Excuse me! said that one.
Drive her! yelled the next. On the Duncan they couldnt hear the words, so rapidly was she sweeping by; but they knew what he meant by the swishing sweep of his oil-clothed arm.
Not until they rounded Cape Sable and were getting the wind fair abeam did Clancy give over the wheel. After three days and nights on his feet he was beginning to feel the need of rest. It was three oclock in the morning then.
Keep her as she isnothing to. If anything, keep her off. If I dont wake before, call me at seven, and turned in on the lockers.
But they didnt have to call him, for in his sleep he felt the unusual motion. He rolled to his side and waited. A moment and she came up almost standing; another moment and she was tearing away. A minute or two and she was brought up again; another and she was off. Clancy stood up. The clock indicated a few minutes after six. Two or three of the crew, expecting the call to coffeethere had been no table since the beginning of the westerlywere already sitting around on the lockers. Again she fetched up, and again she was off again.
Hows it above? asked Clancy.
Bout the same; maybe a breath more wind, if anything.
Has it been going on for long, that luffing?
Since this mans had the wheel.
The unusual readiness to fix the blame arrested Clancys attention. Forgetfully he lowered his head to look up the companion-way to see who it was; but the boards which two days before had been set up to keep the deck water from the cabin were still there, and the man to the wheel could not be seen.
And who is it?
They were more than willing to tell him. Its the sail-carrier you shipped in Fortune Bay.
Oh-h
And now that hes to the wheel, his eyes are white with fear of the world to come.
Clancy said nothing, but presently went on deck; and there stood by the wheel and casually observed the progress of things. No getting around it, twas a wild-looking morning for a vessel to be carrying all the sail she had in her locker.
With the master at his side the new man kept his nerve for perhaps five minutes, by which time he could stand it no more. In the face of a mountainous sea that looked as if it was surely going to engulf them, he hurriedly put down the wheel. Even while the wave was sweeping her decks, ere yet it had passed on, with its grand backwash receding musically down her sloping deck, Clancy was warning his helmsman.
Dont do that. Keep her to the coursenothing to. If anything, keep her off. A good full always to keep the life in her. That kind of work discourages a vessel; shes going home, mind.
Yes, sir, and on her course again was the Duncan put. And for perhaps another five minutes the new man held her to it; but the prospect proving too much for him, again he luffed her.
Clancy laid a gentle arm on the wheelsmans shoulder and spoke softly.
I told you not to do that, and you mustnt. Dont do it again. This ones a little loose maybe, but shell take all you can give her. I know her better than you, mind, and Im telling you to trust her. And even if she wasnt reliable, which she is, mindthis is no time for jogging. Were going home, going home, boy, and a good fulls what she wants.
After that Clancy thought the man was cured. But no. Five minutes perhaps and again she was luffed.
Clancy laid a hand on the wheel. You neednt bother about steering any more. Ill stand your watch out, and do you go below. And if youll take my advice, and no offence meant, when you get to Gloucester youll take to farming; for certnly the Lord never intended you for a fisherman.
Be sure they heard that belowan ear to the binnacle-box assured it; and when he came below among them furtive glances stole around the company. But like gentlemen, they said never a word. Nor did he then; only sat down on a locker and drew off his oilskins, first his jacket and trousers, then followed his jack-boots, wearily, and got into his slipshods, after which he reached back and from under the mattress of his bunk drew out a plug of tobacco and rolled it in the palms of his hands, and filled his pipe, and stretched his feet then toward the stove.
In which position he smoked meditatively, and, after a whilepuffpuffand a great sigh: Well, Ive crossed the Bay of Fundy a hundred times, but this is the first time ever I crossed under water.
The disrated helmsmans mate was at that time forward, considering how foolish it was to attempt to stand watch at all. He was making no pretension to look out; simply curled up and waited for his hour to come to an end.
And I mights well been below for all the good I was doing, he explained when he did get below. Might as well lock her up forward and let her go her way, for its nothing but a solid ledge of clear white water ahead of her, and into that shes everlastinly pilin.
And hows the skipper? Looking tired yet?
Him tired? And the vessel goin to the westard! Man! hes just beginnin to beam!
Still singin the little songs to himself, rhymin as he goes along?
Ay, still singin,
singin away, and his eyes shinin like Thachers after youve come a passage from Flemish Cap.
The prospect by and by moved Sam Leary to ascend to the deck, where his eyes at once caught a faint column of smoke. That the Yarmouth steamer, skipper, down to leward?
Thats the old lady, Sam. Raised her at seven oclock this morning, and by twelve oclockthe way were sliding along nowwell have rubbed even that blotch of smoke off the skyline, Sam.
And they say she averages her fourteen knots one years end to the other? Well, thats tearin em off some.
He took a fresh grip of the weather-rigging and gazed with yet more respectful interest at her deck. Lord! Lord! loose as cinders and fair leapin for home. Andhullo, what! Thachers already? Lord! skipper, but shes certnly been pushin the suds out of her way. Ill bet you were glad to see em. He nodded to the twin shafts ahead.
I could kiss the whitewashed stones of em, Sammie. And hereClancy slipped the life-line from about his bodyhere, Sam, and mind you keep her going.
They kept her going with never a slack till she was safe to the dock; and up to the dock, ere yet her lines were fast or her lowering sails down, Clancy flew.
A dozen would have stopped him. By their smiles he knew that he had brought home the first load of frozen herring of the season; but small glory in that for him now. All along the coast when around his lashed body the green seas curled twas not of herring, or bonus, or anything with the mark of money on it that was holding thrall his fancy. The Duncan herself could hardly have taken longer leaps before the gale than did Clancy up the dock.
An empty buggy, with a sleepy-looking horse between the shafts, was standing before the door of an office at the head of the wharf. A boy was huddled on some steps near by.
Whose gear? asked Clancy, who by then was on the seat and reaching for a whip.
Belongs to a runner selling fish-hooks inside.
Well, tell him I took it when he comes out. Chk-chkget up, you fat loafer!
Oh, Captainoh, Captain! the owner called from the doorway of an office, but he called too late. Up the street a plump, astonished horse was flying with a rattling buggy, and a cloud of dust in his wake. Through the streets of Gloucester went Clancy; gybed a corner, then went for fair sailing on a straight stretch; another corner, a beat up an incline, one more corner and another fine straight stretch, and then fetched up all standing, with the sides of the poor beast shaking like a mainsail in the wind.
Fifty yards away was Clancys home. But he did not go clattering to that; the courage of him was now failing. He slacked down, halted even, and, leaning a hand against a tree before the door, drew a full breath or two. So much could happen in a week! At the door he tried to fit the key to the lock, but it would not turn. The cold sweat came over him. What did it mean? He tried again. Still no turn. He tried the knob thenand the door opened. It hadnt been locked at all. And then he remembered: Therell be no lock on the door, Tommie, once I hear you are on the way home. Night or day you wont have to stop to open the lock.
Perhaps all was well after all. He stepped into the hall. Hearing a noise in the kitchen, he headed that way. Maybebut no; it was the old helper. Before he could reach her he heard her, talking to herself, as was her habit.
Tea and toast, she was saying. Mustnt cut the slices too thick for toasttea and toast for the poor creature!
And whos the poor creature? How is she?
The old woman started and turned at the sound of that hoarse voice.
Oh, Captain Clancy!
And how is she?
Oh, but the lovely baby boythe day after we sent the telegram.
Clancy gripped the door-frame and came nigher to the old woman.
But Ann?
Man alive, have no fear! Would I be standing with a quiet mind here and the poor girl not well? Shes sitting up to-day.
He started to say something, but his tongue would not act.
Upstairsin her room? he managed to whisper at length.
The old woman smiled and nodded.
I must go upbut wait. I mustnt make any noise, must I? Dont tell herdont call. I want myself to bring the first word. Shell like it better.
Yes, and more than the word, shell like the man that brings it. And go soon, Captain, for theres that in your eyes would win queens from their thrones.
Clancy removed his boots, the same great boots that till now had not been drawn from his feet since he had left Newfoundland. Upstairs he crept. A sound, well-built house it was, and the stairs did not creak under his weight. As he went up he heard her voice crooning softly. Changed it was, with new tones in it, but still her own voice alwaysno other voice like it. She was singing now; and on the landing, with the half-open door of her room no more than an arms length away, he stopped and listened. And, listening, waited, wondering curiously just why he waited. Night and day he had been drivingsnow, ice, hail, gales of wind, and great seasand during it all but one thought, to be where he was now. A hundred times he had pictured himself bounding up the stairs and into her arms. Yet now that he was here, he was waiting; now that he was so near, he lacked the courage to go in. And even while he hesitated the dear voice broke into a new song:
He waited no longer, and as through the door he had heard, so now in the doorway she saw him. And her face! He clasped her; mother and baby, he clasped them both, and pride as well as love rang in his voice.
Ann, Ann, but wheres the man that wouldnt carry sail for you!
TommieTommiehome again! and laid the baby in his arms and cried on his breast.
Harry Glover got home that night. His crew lost no time in getting ashore. It had been a notable passage, and they were wistful to ease the strain and to boast of some pretty fair work against a hard westerly along the way. And did boast, until they heard that Clancy was in before them.
Well, Im damned! it was with them thenwith all of them, that is, but Steve Clifford.
Clifford met Sam Leary along the way.
I half expected it, Sam, as the rest of the crewll tell you. We were passing the fleet anchored on La Have. They hailed out something we couldnt quite get. But the skipper thought it was something in praise of the sail he was carrying. He had her under four lowers then and was some proud. He called to me, knowing Id been with Clancy a few trips. Wheres your Johnnie Duncan? he sayswheres Tommie Clancy and your Johnnie Duncan at this writing, do you spose?
Where? says I. Well, if I know Tommie Clancy and the Johnnie Duncan, shes playin leap-frog across the Bay o Fundy by this timeho! ho! so help me, Samplaying leap-frog across the Bay of Fundyyes. And hed liked to kill me thenyes.
Later still Clancy met GloverGlover the Diplomat, but with curious streaks of good nature in him. Clancy, with a package under one arm, was running like a little boy whose mother has sent him on an errand and told him to make haste. He had been to the drugstore, he explained, for a bottle of peptonised something or other.
Tommie, said Glover, what d y say to a little touch?
No time, Harry now.
Oh, make time. You ought to after that passage. No? Not even one for the baby?
Who told you about him?
Oh, forty people. And I hear hes a wonder, too.
Well, I dont know but what I will have a little touchjust one. And, Harry, as God is my judgeClancy in a rapture held his free arm aloft he grips my moustache only just now, and d y think I could make him let go? Not him. Man! but what a grip hell have for a wheel if ever he lives to grow up and has to go fishing.
Lets hope hell never have to go fishing.
There you said it, Harry. Clancy laid the free arm on Glovers.
No, lets hope he wont. Itll do for us, but not for our children. But if he does, and if ever he takes his mainsl in to any
If he does hell be no boy of yours, Tommie. And so hell never take it in to any thats afloat. And now, Tommie, before we drink the boys healththat bet I made with you just before we left on the passage
That, Harry? And we drinking to the boy? Why, its the next thing to a christening! No, put your money back.
But whatll I do with it?
Lord! I dont care what you do with it. Heave it overboard, or buy bait with it, or give it to the foreign missions. I know I dont want it, nor wont take it. Heres to the boyand the motherGod bless her!that bore him.