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
“Even were Van Laar,” said he, “as good and trustworthy a seaman as ever
stepped a deck, I would rather have a fellow-countryman for a mate than
a Dutchman, though the Dutchman were the better man. In this case it is
wholly the other way about. Here are you, fresh from a long voyage, with
the experiences of the sea green upon you. You are young; you are
English. I owe you my life; and what a debt is that! Together we can
make this voyage not only a rich but a jolly jaunt. On the other hand,
is Van Laar--no, plague on him, he is not on the other hand, he is out
of it. Well, I must now go on deck to take sights. Let me have your
answer soon.”
He extended his hand, received mine, pressed it cordially, and quitted
the cabin.
I followed with Galloon, and, entering the stateroom, paced the deck of
it and turned Greaves’ proposal over. While I paced, Van Laar, with a
quadrant in his hand, came out of a cabin abreast of the captain’s. He
stared me full and insolently in the face, and said in a tone of irony:
“Vell, how vhas it mit you? Do you feel like going home now?”
“The sun will have crossed his meridian if you don’t hurry up,” said I.
“Vot der doyvel vhas der sun to you, sir?”
I turned my back upon him and continued to pace the deck, not choosing
that he should fasten a quarrel upon me--as yet, at all events.
His insolence, however, helped me in my reflections by extinguishing him
as a condition to be borne in mind. I had been influenced by
compunction; now I had none. I watched the fat beast climb the companion
ladder, and after him, and then over the side into the seething water to
lie drowned forever, went all compunction. How could Greaves work with
such a man? How could he live in a ship with such a man? So, opening the
door of my mind, I kicked Mate Van Laar headlong out of my
contemplation, and resolution did not then seem very hard to form.
I sat down, and said to Galloon:
“What shall I do?”
Galloon stood upon his hind legs, and, resting his fore feet upon my
knees, looked up at me with eyes which beamed with cordial invitation
and affectionate solicitude.
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