There She Blows! Or, The Log of the ArethusaMacy, William Hussey
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There She Blows! Or, The Log of the Arethusa
Macy, William Hussey
Sea stories; Whaling -- Fiction
"Smell, eh! 'spects dats de reason dey always ships black man for
cook. Carry his own smell wid him eh? Not strong like Samson but like
billy-goat. Now, you see, Jeff, you'm strong bofe ways."
"Am I?" said Jeff, seizing the unfortunate doctor by the leg and the
back of his neck, and holding him suspended over the whale in his
Herculean grasp. "I've a good mind to give you an overboard bunk on
this whale, just to show you the difference between a cook's berth and
a boatsteerer's."
"O Lord!" gasped the cook, when he was released, and once more found
soundings with his feet on the deck, "you'm pretty strong one way,
anyhow. Well, now, Jeff, how much did you ever see a whale make?"
"A hund'ed and eighty barrels."
"What! a sparm whale?"
"Didn't say nothin' bout sparm whale. No, a right whale; the first
voyage I went on Pattygoney."
"O! I mean a sparm whale."
"Well, I seen one make a hund'ed and fifteen barrels, that's the most.
Now, here comes Cooper. Got his pipe loaded, too. I'll bet he's seen
bigger one than that. Ask him now."
The boys began to rally to a focus along the starboard-waist, as they
saw the cooper coming forward.
"Cooper," said I, "where's your fiddle to-night? Are you going to fetch
her up?"
"No, guess not to-night. Plenty of work for all of us to-morrow without
shaking a leg over night."
"Yes, plenty of work and no grog," growled Burley. "That's the worst of
these temperance ships. They expect a man to work like a dog, and give
him nothing to warm his heart. If men stood up for their rights, they'd
have it. A man's entitled to two glasses a day, anyhow."
"Not without he ships for it," said Jeff.
"Yes, I say he is," said the sea-lawyer.
"How's that?"
"Why, by the natural rights of man."
"What the plague do you call the natural rights of man?" said the
cooper, among whose crooked traits intemperance was not included. "I
don't want to see grog served out in any ship where I am."
"Well, I wish the ould man would jist ask me to take a dhrop wid him,"
said Farrell. "Of course, I'd refuse; but, then, 'twould be doin' the
nate thing on his part."
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