List, Ye Landsmen! A Romance of IncidentRussell, William Clark
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List, Ye Landsmen! A Romance of Incident
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century; Sea stories
He stopped to look at the compass. The night was dark, but the dusk had
cleared. The clouds raced swiftly over the stars, and the wind blew
strong, but with no increase of weight since we had taken in the
studding sails. The brig rushed along, leaving a meteor’s line of light
astern of her. The dim squares of her royals swayed on high with the
floating stroke of a pendulum. I admired the dark and pallid picture of
the little fabric speeding lonely through this vast field of night.
Greaves came from the binnacle and stood beside me.
“Fielding,” he exclaimed, with cordiality strong in his voice, “it
rejoices my heart when I reflect that I, whose life you saved, should,
by a very miracle of chance, be the one man chosen, as it were, to
substantially, and I may say handsomely, serve you.”
“I shall walk through my days blessing your name,” said I, grasping the
hand he extended. “And how have you repaid me? You have not only
preserved me from drowning, you make me easy for the rest of my time.”
“The accounts are squared to my taste,” said he. “I am very well
satisfied. To-morrow I shall want you to take stock of the cases in the
lazarette. You found them heavy?”
“All, sir.”
“And all are full, no doubt. But you shall make sure for me.”
“I shall want help,” said I. “Whom shall I choose among the crew?”
“It matters not,” he answered. “All hands know the money is there.”
“Yes; but it is an _idea_ to them now. When they come to see the sparkle
of the white dollars!”
“There is no good in distrusting them,” said he. “I am aware that your
fears run that way. When we were outward bound your fears ran in another
direction,” he added dryly. “Let me tell you this, whether we choose to
trust the men or not, they’re aboard; they man the ship; they are the
people who are to navigate her home. We _must_ trust them,” he repeated
with emphasis. “In fact,” he continued after a short pause, “I would set
an example of good faith by letting them understand how entirely I trust
them. Therefore, to-morrow, take Bol and two others of the men who were
left aboard me when you went to the _Casada_, and examine the cases in
their presence, you testing, they moving the boxes for you.”
I replied in the customary sea phrase; for this was a direct order, the
wisdom of which it was no duty of mine to challenge. Shortly afterward
he went below.
It blew so fresh that night and next day, however, that the sea ran too
high to enable me to get below among the cases. It was a spell of wild,
hard weather for that part of the world, though it never blew so fierce
as to oblige us to heave-to.
The gale held steady on the quarter and we stormed along, the white
seas rising in clouds as high as the foretop and blowing ahead like vast
bursts of steam from the hatchway.
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