And now I come to the close of my shore apprenticeship, as it may
be termed, for although I had a very severe time upon my return to
Liverpool from that voyage (again shipwrecked), I never again but once
had a job ashore until I left the sea as a profession finally. That
time I spent upon a farm in New Zealand, and although it certainly had
its comic side, I was such an utterly complete failure at it that I
blush now when I think of the figure I made. Fortunately it did not
last long, about two months, and in spite of my colossal ineptitude I
really think I earned all that I received, which was my keep and a pair
of boots.
Not indeed that I could have claimed to have been a shining success in
any of the various commercial paths wherein I had strayed, more or less
painfully, but I must plead that I was very young, and entirely without
the guidance which youngsters have a right to expect from their elders.
And now I must make a jump of a great many years, to the time in fact
when relentless need drove me into commercialism again. And with this
what I suppose I must call the serious part of my narrative begins.
CHAPTER V
INTO TRADE IN SPITE OF MYSELF
Splendid and universal as are the attainments of seamen, it is only the
bare truth to say that one of the rarest qualifications to find among
them is commercial aptitude. There are, of course, notable exceptions,
and in the days when masters and officers of vessels were allowed to
add to their income substantially by trade with the natives of the
countries which they visited, and were granted a certain amount of
space in the hold wherein to store the merchandise they bought, the
trading instinct must have been fairly general. Indeed there are not
wanting cynics at sea to-day, who will tell you that what with the
slop-chest, tobacco selling, and the outrageous rates of exchange,
many a deep water skipper of a sailing ship could give points to an
Armenian. And the latter is supposed by sailors to be equal in, let us
call it trading power, to five Parsees, one of whom again equals five
Jews.
But I do not think this is fair. It does not follow that a man is a
born trader because he can sell necessaries to people who must have
them from him or go without, and cannot go without. It only argues
lack of conscience on the part of the seller. And to expect, without
lack of competition, the same characteristics would, I am afraid,
be indicative of a weak mind. At any rate I am quite certain that,
speaking generally, a sailor when he comes ashore is helpless in the
hands of business people, and that it is a very long while before he is
able to think their thoughts and walk in their ways.
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