Sea stories, American; Seafaring life -- Fiction; Short stories, American
"’Exactly ... you shall hear. I was obliged to make certain deductions
from the story of the coolie, for he was not technically acquainted with
the internal construction of a vessel. Yet what he saw was perfectly
obvious to the most ignorant eye.... Have you ever been in the lower
hold of the _Speedwell_, Captain Nichols?’
"’No, I haven’t’
"’But you recall the famous matter of her bow-ports, do you not?’
"’Yes, indeed. I was in Singapore when they were cut’
"The incident came back to me at once, in full detail. There had been a
cargo of ironwood on the beach, destined for the repair of a temple
somewhere up the Yang-tse-kiang; among it were seven magnificent sticks
of timber, each over a hundred feet in length and forty inches square at
the butt—these were for columns, I suppose. It had been necessary to
find a large ship to take this cargo from Singapore to Shanghai; the
_Speedwell_ had finally accepted the charter. In order to load the
immense column-timbers, she had been obliged to cut bow-ports of
extraordinary size; fifty inches in depth they were, and nearly seven
feet in width, according to my recollection—the biggest bow-ports on
record.
"’It has been my privilege’ Lee Fu went on ’to examine the fore-peak of
the _Speedwell_ when these ports were in and her hold was empty. I had
once chartered the ship, and felt alarmed for her safety until I had
seen the interior fastenings of those great windows which, when she was
loaded, looked out into the deep sea. But my alarm was groundless.
There was a most ingenious device for strengthening the bows where they
had been weakened by the cutting of the ports. Four or five timbers had
been severed; but these had been reproduced on the port itself, and the
whole was fashioned like a massive door. It lifted upward on immense
wrought iron hinges, a hinge to every timber; when it was lowered into
its place, gigantic bars of iron, fitted into brackets on the adjoining
timbers, stretched across its inner face to hold it against the impact
of the waves. At the bottom there were additional fastenings. Thus the
port, when tightly caulked from without, became an integral part of the
hull; I was told, and could believe it, that there had never been a
trace of leakage from her bows. Most remarkable of all, I was told that
when it became necessary to lift these ports for use, the task could
easily be accomplished by two or three men and a stout watch-tackle....
This, also, I am prepared to believe’
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