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
It took some time to do this, as by
a singular fatality, nobody had a watch on deck; all the men who should
by any possibility have had one had gone gamming. The _denouement_ of
the fickle Taylor's story was lost, as the helm required the singer's
services.
The last act of the evening partook much of the nature of the first,
being filled with marvellous tales of exploits, and "moving accidents
by flood," and comparison of notes touching the respective merits of
ships, captains and officers. The cry of "Haul aback" cut short several
half-finished stories, and brought everybody on deck to look at the
Arethusa, now running to leeward with a light set as a signal of recall
for her mate and boat's crew. A murmur of admiration went round among
us, at the appearance of the crack ship looming in the clear moonlight,
as, having assumed the lee position, she rounded gracefully to again,
when the boat was cleared away and manned, with hearty farewells on
both sides.
"Good-night, Joy," said Father Grafton, as he descended the man-ropes.
"Short passage home to you. Deliver my letter yourself when you get
there."
"Ay, ay," returned the Mandarin's mate. "Greasy luck to you!"
"Thank you," said Grafton. "A large whale for you to-morrow," with
the additional reservation, "and two for _us_. Let go the warp! out
oars--pull ahead!"
We arrived on board our own ship to find a scene similar to that we had
just left. Some of the Mandarins had found a congenial spirit in the
sea-lawyer Burley, and others had fulfilled their mission by "bumming"
considerable quantities of tobacco and literature from the younger
lads. Manoel and Antone had monopolized a Portuguese boatsteerer, and
formed a trio aside for a conference highly interesting to themselves
and possessing the additional merit of being unintelligible to all the
rest.
The Mandarin having run to leeward in her turn, the word was passed to
"man the boat;" and, for a wonder, they waited alongside only three
quarters of an hour. But Captain Barney was an uncommonly prompt man in
his movements; the usual standard in such cases being one hour and a
quarter.
In a few minutes, the rusty-looking ship was off on her northerly
course for "home, sweet home," bearing messages to gladden the hearts
of many interested in the fate of those on board her late consort, who
was again standing by the wind to the southward.
The first inoculation of what may be designated "salt poison" had
taken effect among our crew, and much mischief had been done by this
apparently harmless visit. Those who had hitherto been cheerful and
satisfied with all around them, now began to discover flaws and
defects, viewing things and actions through new and distorted lenses;
instituting parallels between the methods of doing the most trifling
duties on board different vessels, and discoursing nautical wisdom at
second hand with all the gravity and dogmatism of experienced tars.
Truly may it be said in connection that "comparisons are odious."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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