Sea stories, American; Seafaring life -- Fiction; Short stories, American
"She handles nicely, doesn’t she?" I agreed. As a matter of fact, I felt
like congratulating myself; I won’t deny that I had a feeling of pride,
as well as a prayer of thankfulness for our universal good luck. Things
had gone without a hitch, at a time when a hitch might easily have
called for payment in human life.
So here we were, with sixty people landed suddenly on our decks; with
whole topsails set, and a gale of wind turned loose upon us. I’d been
obliged to abandon the upper sails, while we were saving the first three
boatloads; they had slat themselves to shreds before we could find time
to furl them. The chief thing now was to get the upper topsails in. I
made up my mind that we would shorten sail with our own crew. The crowd
from the steamer were completely fagged out; they had been fighting fire
and the Atlantic for twenty-four hours. I told them to go below, in the
after cabin or the forward house, anywhere, have a smoke, and rest
wherever they could find a chance to lie down; and instructed my steward
to pass round a supply of dry tobacco.
When they had faded away and the decks were cleared for action, Captain
Potter approached me again. "I hardly dare ask about provisions" he
began "I’m sorry to tell you that we brought very little. The fire
cleaned out our galley and store-rooms first of all, and we were barely
able to save a meal or two of biscuits and canned grub"
I thought a minute, making a rough estimate. "We can furnish provisions
to go with the water, Captain" I told him.
"What!—without allowance?" he cried.
"Without allowance" said I "I never liked the idea of putting people on
an allowance; it’s too much like starving yourself by degrees. I can
guarantee you provisions to last us for a month or six weeks, three good
meals a day; and we can’t in common fortune be out that long. The best
of provisions, I think you’ll find"
"How does it happen, sir?" he demanded.
"It doesn’t happen. We’re always prepared for just such an emergency.
More than once I’ve met a ship short of provisions, and furnished her
with a boatload or two. You can’t anticipate what is liable to happen;
but a lazaret full of beef and flour and potatoes fills in almost
anywhere"
He shook his head in amazement. "I’ve often heard it said that American
ships were remarkably well-found" he observed "But I shouldn’t have
believed a yarn like this from my best friend. Let’s see, we’ve brought
you three times your ordinary ship’s company; and you have provisions
and water for all hands to last longer than twice your usual run to New
York. Are you positive, sir?"
"Positive. Give yourself no further worry on that score"
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