The Sea: Its Stirring Story of Adventure, Peril, & Heroism. Volume 2Whymper, Frederick
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The Sea: Its Stirring Story of Adventure, Peril, & Heroism. Volume 2
Whymper, Frederick
Adventure and adventurers; Arctic regions; Ocean; Voyages around the world
“Now come with me to 36, C——, and see Mrs. J——e R——e. She is a young woman
of superior intelligence, and has a trustable face—very. She may be about
seven-and-twenty. She lost her husband in the same ship. He was thirty
years of age, and, to use her own words, ‘such a happy creature; so full
of jokes.’ He was engaged as second engineer, at £4 10s. and board. ‘After
his ship was loaded he was a changed man; he got his tea without saying a
word, and then sat looking into the fire in a deep study, like. I asked
him what ailed him, and he said, more to himself than to me, “She’s such a
beast!” I thought he meant the men’s place was dirty, as he had complained
before that there was no place to wash. He liked to be clean, my husband,
and always had a good wash when he came home from the workshop, when he
worked ashore. So I said, “Will you let me come on board to clean it out
for you?” And he said, still looking at the fire, “It ain’t that.” Well,
he hadn’t signed, only agreed, so I said, “Don’t sign, Jim,” and he said
he wouldn’t, and went and told the engineer he shouldn’t go. The engineer
“spoke so kindly to him,” and offered him 10s. a month more. He had had no
work for a long time, and the money was tempting,’ she said, ‘and so he
signed. When he told me I said, “You won’t go, Jim, will you?” He said,
“Why, Minnie, they will put me in gaol if I don’t go.” I said, “Never
mind, you can come home after that.” “But,” said he, “they called me a
coward, and you would not like to hear me called that.”’
“The poor woman was crying very bitterly, so I said gently, ‘I hope you
won’t think I am asking all these questions from idle curiosity;’ and I
shall never forget her quick disclaimer, for she saw that I was troubled
with her: ‘Oh no, sir; I am glad to answer you, for so many homes might be
kept from being desolate if it was only looked into.’
“I ascertained that she is ‘getting a bit winning for a livelihood,’ as my
informant phrased it, by sewing for a ready-made clothes-shopkeeper. She
was in a small garret with a sloping roof and the most modest fireplace I
ever saw; just three bits of iron laid from side to side of an opening in
the brickwork, and two more up the front; no chimney-piece, or jambs, or
stone across the top, but just the bricks laid nearer and nearer until the
courses united. So I don’t fancy she could be earning much. But with the
very least money value in the place, it was as beautifully clean as I ever
saw a room in my life.
“I also saw a poor woman, who had lost her son aged twenty-two. She too
cried bitterly, as she spoke with _such_ love and pride of her son, and of
the grief of his father, who was sixty years of age. Her son was taken on
as a stoker, and worked on the ship some days before she was ready for
sea. He did not want to go when he saw how she was loaded. She looked like
a floating wreck, but they refused to pay him the money he had earned
unless he went, and he too was lost with the others.
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