human
Whew! what's in the wind now, Jacob? Why, we parted the best friends in the world,
gpt
Sheer off yourself, Tom, replied I, laughing;
human
Oh, oh! so the wind's in that quarter, is it? replied Tom.
gpt
With all my heart--I can show false colours as well as she can. But I say, Jacob, before I begin my manoeuvres, tell me if you wish me to hoist the neutral flag--for I won't interfere with you.
human
Here's my hand upon it, Tom, that the coast is clear as far as I'm concerned; but take care--she's a clipper, and not unlikely to slip through your fingers, even when you have her under your lee, within hail.
gpt
Let me alone, Jacob, for that.
human
And more, Tom, when you're in possession of her, she will require a good man at the helm.
gpt
Then she's just the craft after my fancy. I hate your steady, slow-sailing craft, that will steer themselves, almost; give me one that requires to be managed by a man and a seaman.
human
If well manned, she will do anything, depend upon it, Tom, for she's as sound below as possible; and although she is down to her bearings on the puff of the moment, yet she'd not careen further.
gpt
Well, then, Jacob, all's right; and now you've told me what tack she's on, see if I don't shape a course to cut her off.
human
Well, Jacob, my good boy, so you've been under the water again; I thought you had enough of it when Fleming gave you such a twist; but, however, this time you went to sarve a friend, which was all right. My sarvice to you Mr Stapleton, continued old Tom, as Stapleton made his appearance.
gpt
I was talking to Jacob about his last dive.
human
Nothing but human natur',
gpt
Well, now, replied old Tom,
human
I consider that going plump into the river, when covered with ice, to be quite contrary to human natur'.
gpt
But not to save a friend, father?
human
No--because, that be Jacob's nature; so you see one nature conquered the other, and that's the whole long and short of it.
gpt
Well, now, suppose we sit down and make ourselves comfortable, observed Stapleton;
human
I say, old codger, considering you be as deaf as a post, you hears pretty well,
gpt
Yes, I hear very well in the house, provided people don't speak loud.
human
Well, that's a queer sort of deafness; I think we are all troubled with the same complaint,
gpt
Nay, sir, said young Tom, going up to the Dominie;
human
I know you are angry with us, because we both drank too much when we were last in your company; but we promise--don't we father?--not to do so again.
gpt
Very true, old gentleman; Tom and I did bowse our jibs up a little too taut when we last met--but what then?--there was the grog, and there was nothing to do.
human
All human natur',
gpt
Come, sir, you have not said one word to me, said Mary, going up to the Dominie.
human
Now you must sit down by me, and take care of me, and see that they all behave themselves and keep sober.
gpt
We shall have some fun, Jacob, said he, aside, as we all sat down to the table, which just admitted six, with close stowage. The Dominie on one side of Mary, Tom on the other, Stapleton next to Tom, then I and old Tom, who closed in on the other side of the Dominie, putting one of his timber toes on the old gentleman's corns, which induced him to lift up his leg in a hurry, and draw his chair still closer to Mary, to avoid a repetition of the accident; while old Tom was axing pardon, and Stapleton demonstrating that, on the part of old Tom, not to _feel_ with a wooden leg, and on the part of the Dominie, to _feel_ with a bad corn, was all nothing but
human
Liberty Hall--I smokes,
gpt
I'll put a bit of clay in my mouth too, followed up old Tom;
human
Well, I malts, said Tom, reaching a pot of porter, and taking a long pull.
gpt
What do you do, Jacob?
human
I shall wait a little, Tom.
gpt
And what do you do, sir? said Mary to the Dominie. The Dominie shook his head.
human
Nay but you must--or I shall think you do not like my company. Come, let me fill a pipe for you.
gpt
The ice is breaking up--we shall have a change of weather--the moon quarters to-morrow, observed old Tom, puffing between every observation;
human
continued he, addressing Stapleton. Stapleton nodded an assent through the smoke, which was first perceived by old Tom.
gpt
Well, he ar'nt deaf, a'ter all; I thought he was only shamming a bit. I say, Jacob, this is the weather to blow your fingers, and make your eyes bright.
human
Rather to blow a cloud and make your eyes water, replied Tom, taking up the pot:
gpt
I'm just as thirsty with swallowing smoke, as if I had a pipe myself--at all events, I pipe my eye. Jacob, continued Tom, to me apart,
human
He appears as if he were inclined to board her in the smoke,
gpt
Yes, and she to make no fight of it, but surrender immediately,
human
Don't you believe it, Tom; I know her better; she wants to laugh at him--nothing more; she winked her eye at me just now, but I would not laugh, as I did not choose that the old gentleman should be trifled with. I will tax her severely to-morrow.
gpt
There, I'll smoke no more--the worst of a pipe is that one can't smoke and talk at the same time. Mary, my girl, take your eyes off the Dominie's nose, and hand me that bottle of stuff. What, glass to mix it in; that's more genteel than we are on board, Tom. Tom filled a rummer of grog, took half off at a huge sip, and put it down on the table.
human
Will you do as we do, sir?
gpt
Nay, friend Dux, nay--pr'ythee persuade me not--avaunt!
human
Not drink anything? said Mary to the Dominie, looking at him with surprise,
gpt
Nay, maiden, entreat me not. Ask anything of me but this,
human
Ask anything but this--that's just the way people have of refusing, replied Mary;
gpt
The Dominie shook his head. Mary made a glass of grog, and then put it to her lips.
human
Now, if you refuse to drink it, after I have tasted it, I'll never speak to you again.
gpt
Verily, maiden, I must needs refuse, for I did make a mental vow.
human
What vow was that? was it sworn on the Bible?
gpt
Nay, not on the sacred book, but in my thoughts most solemnly.
human
Oh! I make those vows every day, and never keep one of them; so that won't do. Now, observe, I give you one more chance. I shall drink a little more, and if you do not immediately put your lips to the same part of the tumbler, I'll never drink to you again; Mary put the tumbler again to her lips, drank a little, with her eyes fixed upon the Dominie, who watched her with distended nostrils and muscular agitation of countenance. With her sweetest smile, she handed him the tumbler; the Dominie half held out his hand, withdrew it, put it down again, and by degrees took the tumbler. Mary conquered, and I watched the malice of her look as the liquor trickled down the Dominie's throat. Tom and I exchanged glances. The Dominie put down the tumbler, and then, looking round, like a guilty person, coloured up to the eyes; but Mary, who perceived that her victory was but half achieved, put her hand upon his shoulder, and asked him to let her taste the grog again. I also, to make him feel more at ease, helped myself to a glass. Tom did the same, and old Tom with more regard to the feelings of the Dominie than in his own bluntness of character I would have given him credit for, said in a quiet tone,
gpt
The old gentleman is afraid of grog, because he seed me take a drop too much, but that's no reason why grog ar'n't a good thing, and wholesome in moderation. A glass or two is very well, and better still when sweetened by the lips of a pretty girl; and, even if the Dominie does not like it, he's too much of a gentleman not to give up his dislikes to please a lady. More's the merit; for, if he did like it, it would be no sacrifice, that's sartain. Don't you think so, my old boozer?
human
Human natur',
gpt
Very true, master; and so here's to your health, Mr Dominie, and may you never want a pretty girl to talk to, or a glass of grog to drink her health with.
human
Oh, but the Dominie don't care about pretty girls, father, replied Tom;
gpt
Who can say what's under the skin, Tom? There's no knowing what is, and what isn't--Sall's shoe for that.
human
Never heard of Sall's shoe, father; that's new to me.
gpt
Didn't I ever tell you that, Tom?--Well, then, you shall have it now-- that is, if all the company be agreeable.
human
Oh, yes, cried Mary;
gpt
Would you like to hear it, sir?
human
I never heard of Sall Sue in my life, and would fain hear her history, replied the Dominie;
gpt
Well, then, you must know when I was a-board of the Terp-sy-chore, there was a fore-topman, of the name of Bill Harness, a good sort of chap enough, but rather soft in the upper-works. Now, we'd been on the Jamaica station for some years, and had come home, and merry enough, and happy enough we were (those that were left of us), and we were spending our money like the devil. Bill Harness had a wife, who was very fond of he, and he was very fond of she, but she was a slatternly sort of a body, never tidy in her rigging, all adrift at all times, and what's more, she never had a shoe up at heel, so she went by the name of Slatternly Sall, and the first lieutenant, who was a 'ticular sort of a chap, never liked to see her on deck, for you see she put her hair in paper on New Year's day, and never changed it or took it out till the year came round again. However, be it as it may be, she loved Bill, and Bill loved she, and they were very happy together. A'ter all, it ain't whether a woman's tidy without that makes a man's happiness; it depends upon whether she be right within; that is, if she be good-tempered, and obliging, and civil, and 'commodating, and so forth. A'ter the first day or two, person's nothing--eyes get palled, like the cap-stern when the anchor's up to the bows; but what a man likes is, not to be disturbed by vagaries, or gusts of temper. Well, Bill was happy--but one day he was devilish unhappy, because Sall had lost one of her shoes, which wasn't to be wondered at, considering as how she was always slipshod. `Who has seen my wife's shoe?' says he. `Hang your wife's shoe,' said one, `it warn't worth casting an eye upon;' Still he cried out, `Who has seen my wife's shoe?' `I seed it,' says another. `Where?' says Bill. `I seed it down at heel,' says the fellow. But Bill still hallooed out about his wife's shoe, which it appeared she had dropped off her foot as she was going up the forecastle ladder to take the air a bit, just as it was dark. At last Bill made so much fuss about it that the ship's company laughed, and all called out to each other, `Who has seen Sall's shoe?--Have you got Sall's shoe?' and they passed the word fore and aft the whole evening, till they went to their hammocks. Notwithstanding, as Sall's shoe was not forthcoming, the next morning Bill goes on the quarter-deck, and complains to the first lieutenant, as how he had lost Sall's shoe. `Damn Sall's shoe,' said he, `haven't I enough to look after without your wife's confounded shoes, which can't be worth twopence?' Well, Bill argues that his wife had only one shoe left, and that won't keep two feet dry, and begs the first lieutenant to order a search for it; but the first lieutenant turns away, and tells him to go to the devil, and all the men grin at Bill's making such a fuss about nothing. So Bill at last goes up to the first lieutenant, and whispers something, and the first lieutenant booms him off with his speaking trumpet, as if he were making too free, in whispering to his commanding officer, and then sends for the master-at-arms. `Collier,' says he, `this man has lost his wife's shoe: let a search be made for it immediately--take all the ship's boys, and look everywhere for it; if you find it bring it up to me.' So away goes the master-at-arms with his cane, and collects all the boys to look for Sall's shoe--and they go peeping about the maindeck, under the guns, and under the hen-coops, and in the sheep-pen, and everywhere; now and then getting a smart slap with the cane behind, upon the taut part of their trowsers, to make them look sharp, until they all wished Sall's shoe at Old Nick, and her too, and Bill in the bargain. At last one of the boys picks it out of the manger, where it had lain all the night, poked up and down by the noses of the pigs, who didn't think it eatable, although it might have smelt human-like; the fact was, it was the same boy who had picked up Sall's shoe when she dropped it, and had shied it forward. It sartainly did not seem to be worth all the trouble, but howsomever it was taken aft by the master-at-arms, and laid on the capstern head. Then Bill steps out and takes the shoe before the first lieutenant, and cuts it open, and from between the lining pulls out four ten pound notes, which Sall had sewn up there by way of security; and the first lieutenant tells Bill he was a great fool to trust his money in the shoe of a woman who always went slipshod, and tells him to go about his business, and stow his money away in a safer place next time. A'ter, if any thing was better than it looked to be, the ship's company used always to say it was like _Sall's shoe_. There you have it all.
human
Well, says Stapleton, taking the pipe out of his mouth,
gpt
I know a fact, much of a muchness with that, which happened to me when I was below the river, tending a ship at Sheerness--for at one time, d'ye see, I used to ply there. She was an old fifty-gun ship, called the Adamant, if I recollect right. One day the first lieutenant, who, like yourn, was a mighty particular sort of chap, was going round the maindeck, and he sees an old pair of canvas trowsers stowed in under the trunnion of one of the guns. So says he, `Whose be these?' Now, no man would answer, because they knowed very well that it would be as good as a fortnight in the black list. With that, the first lieutenant bundles them out of the port, and away they floats astern with the tide. It was about half-an-hour after that, that I comes off with the milk for the wardroom mess, and a man named Will Heaviside says to me, `Stapleton,' says he, `the first lieutenant has thrown my canvas trowsers overboard, and be damned to him; now I must have them back.' `But where be they?' says I: `I suppose down at the bottom by this time, and the flat-fish dubbing their noses into them.' `No, no,' says he, `they wo'n't never sink, but float till eternity; they be gone down with the tide, and they will come back again; only you keep a sharp look-out for them, and I'll give you five shillings if you bring them.' Well, I seed little chance of ever seeing them again, or of my seeing five shillings, but as it so happened next tide, the very 'denticle pair of trowsers comes up staring me in the face. I pulls them in, and takes them to Will Heaviside, who appears to be mightily pleased, and gives me the money. `I wouldn't have lost them for ten, no, not fur twenty pounds,' says he. `At all events you've paid me more than they are worth,' says I. `Have I?' says he; `stop a bit;' and he outs with his knife, and rips open the waistband, and pulls out a piece of linen, and out of the piece of linen he pulls out a _child's caul_. `There,' says he, `now you knows why the trowsers wouldn't sink, and I'll leave you to judge whether they ar'n't worth five shillings.' That's my story.
human
Well, I can't understand how it is, that a caul should keep people up,
gpt
At all events, a _call_ makes people come up fast enough on board a man-of-war, father.
human
That's true enough, but I'm talking of a child's caul, not of a boatswain's, Tom.
gpt
I'll just tell you how it is, replied Stapleton, who had recommenced smoking;
human
What is your opinion, sir?
gpt
Maiden, replied the Dominie, taking his pipe out of his mouth,
human
I opine that it's a vulgar error. Sir Thomas Brown, I think it is, hath the same idea; many and strange were the superstitions which have been handed down by our less enlightened ancestors--all of which mists have been cleared away by the powerful rays of truth.
gpt
Well, but, master, if a vulgar error saves a man from Davy Jones's locker, ar'n't it just as well to sew it up in the waistband of your trowsers?
human
Granted, good Dux; if it would save a man; but how is it possible? it is contrary to the first elements of science.
gpt
What matter does that make, provided it holds a man up?
human
Friend Dux, thou art obtuse.
gpt
Well, perhaps I am, as I don't know what that is.
human
But, father, don't you recollect, interrupted Tom,
gpt
Young Tom, thou art astute.
human
Well, perhaps I am, as father said, for I don't know what that is. You knock us all down with your dictionary.
gpt
Well I do love to hear people make use of such hard words, said Mary, looking at the Dominie.
human
How very clever you must be, sir! I wonder whether I shall ever understand them?
gpt
Nay, if thou wilt, I will initiate--sweet maiden, wilt steal an hour or so to impregnate thy mind with the seeds of learning, which, in so fair a soil, must needs bring forth good fruit!
human
That's a fine word, that _impregnate_--will you give us the English of it, sir?
gpt
It is English, Tom, only the old gentleman _razeed_ it a little. The third ship in the lee line of the Channel fleet was a eighty, called the _Impregnable_, but the old gentleman knows more about books than sea matters.
human
A marvellous misconception,
gpt
There's another, cried Tom, laughing;
human
Pray what was the meaning of that last long word, sir, said Mary, taking the Dominie by the arm,
gpt
The word, replied the Dominie,
human
Dear me, what a many _misses_, cried Mary,
gpt
Indeed do I, replied the Dominie,
human
I'd no idea that the old gentleman was given to running after the girls in that way,
gpt
Human natur',
human
No more did I, continued Mary;
gpt
I shall have nothing to say to him;
human
Maiden, quoth the Dominie,
gpt
Another miss, I declare,
human
What an old Turk!
gpt
Nay, then, I will not reply,