""Tis accordin"," said Tumm.
"To what?" I asked.
"T" how you looks at it. In a mess, now-you take it in a nasty mess, when "tis every man for hisself an" the devil take the hindmost-in a mess like that, I "low, the devil often gets the _man_ o" the party, an"
the swine goes free. But "tis all just accordin" t" how you looks at it; an" as for _my_ taste, I"d be ashamed t" come through fifty year o" life on this coast alive."
"Ay, b"y?" the skipper inquired, with a curl of the lip.
"It wouldn"t _look_ right," drawled Tumm.
The skipper laughed good-naturedly.
"Now," said Tumm, "you take the case o" old man Jowl o" Mad Tom"s Harbor-"
"Excuse me, Tumm b"y," the skipper interrupted. "If you"re goin" t"
crack off, just bide a spell till I gets on deck."
Presently we heard his footsteps going aft....
"A wonderful long time ago, sir," Tumm began, "when Jowl was in his prime an" I was a lad, we was shipped for the Labrador aboard the _Wings o" the Mornin"_. She was a thirty-ton fore-an"-after, o" Tuggleby"s build-Tuggleby o" Dog Harbor-hailin" from Witch Cove, an" bound down t"
the Wayward Tickles, with a fair intention o" takin" a look-in at Run-by-Guess an" Ships" Graveyard, t" the nor"ard o" Mugford, if the Tickles was bare. Two days out from Witch Cove, somewheres off Gull Island, an" a bit t" the sou"west, we was cotched in a switch o"
weather. "Twas a nor"east blow, mixed with rain an" hail; an" in the brewin" it kep" us guessin" what "twould accomplish afore it got tired, it looked so l.u.s.ty an" devilish. The skipper "lowed "twould trouble some stomachs, whatever else, afore we got out of it, for "twas the first v"y"ge o" that season for every man Jack o" the crew. An" she blowed, an" afore mornin" she"d tear your hair out by the roots if you took off your cap, an" the sea was white an" the day was black. The _Wings o" the Mornin"_ done well enough for forty-eight hours, an" then she lost her grit an" quit. Three seas an" a gust o" wind crumpled her up. She come out of it a wreck-topmast gone, spars shivered, gear in a tangle, an"
deck swep" clean. Still an" all, she behaved like a lady; she kep" her head up, so well as she was able, till a big sea s.n.a.t.c.hed her rudder; an" then she breathed her last, an" begun t" roll under our feet, dead as a log. So we went below t" have a cup o" tea.
""Don"t spare the rations, cook," says the skipper. "Might as well go with full bellies."
"The cook got sick t" oncet.
""You lie down, cook," says the skipper, "an" leave me do the cookin".
Will you drown where you is, cook," says he, "or on deck?"
""On deck, sir," says the cook.
"I"ll call you, b"y," says the skipper.
"Afore long the first hand give up an" got in his berth. He was wonderful sad when he got tucked away. "Lowed somebody might hear of it.
""You want t" be called, Billy?" says the skipper.
""Ay, sir; please, sir," says the first hand.
""All right, Billy," says the skipper. "But you won"t care enough t" get out."
"The skipper was next.
""_You goin", too!_" says Jowl.
""You"ll have t" eat it raw, lads," says the skipper, with a white little grin at hisself. "An" don"t rouse me," says he, "for I"m as good as dead already."
"The second hand come down an" "lowed we"d better get the pumps goin".
""She"s sprung a leak somewheres aft," says he.
Jowl an" me an" the second hand went on deck t" keep her afloat. The second hand "lowed she"d founder, anyhow, if she was give time, but he"d like t" see what would come o" pumpin", just for devilment. So we lashed ourselves handy an" pumped away-me an" the second hand on one side an"
Jowl on the other. The _Wings o" the Mornin"_ wobbled an" dived an"
shook herself like a wet dog; all she wanted was a little more water in her hold an" then she"d make an end of it, whenever she happened t" take the notion.
""I"m give out," says the second hand, afore night.
""Them men in the forecastle isn"t treatin" us right," says Jowl. "They ought t" lend a hand."
"The second hand bawled down t" the crew; but nar a man would come on deck.
""Jowl," says he, "you have a try."
"Jowl went down an" complained; but it didn"t do no good. They was all so sick they wouldn"t answer. So the second hand "lowed he"d go down an"
argue, which he foolishly done-an" never come back. An" when I went below t" rout un out of it, he was stowed away in his bunk, all out o"
sorts an" wonderful melancholy. "Isn"t no use, Tumm," says he. "_It_ isn"t no use."
""Get out o" this!" says the cook. "You woke me up!"
"I "lowed the forecastle air wouldn"t be long about persuadin" me to the first hand"s sinful way o" thinkin". An" when I got on deck the gale tasted sweet.
""They isn"t _treatin"_ us right," says Jowl.
""I "low you"re right," says I, "but what you goin" t" do?"
""What you think?" says he.
""Pump," says I.
""Might"s well," says he. "She"s fillin" up."
"We kep" pumpin" away, steady enough, till dawn, which f.a.gged us wonderful. The way she rolled an" pitched, an" the way the big white, sticky, frosty seas broke over us, an" the way the wind pelted us with rain an" hail, an" the blackness o" the sky, was _mean_-just almighty careless an" mean. An" pumpin" didn"t seem t" do no good; for why? _we_ couldn"t save the hulk-not us two. As it turned out, if the crew had been fitted out with men"s stomachs we might have weathered it out, an"
gone down the Labrador, an" got a load; for every vessel that got there that season come home fished t" the gunwales. But we didn"t know it then. Jowl growled all night to hisself about the way we was treated.
The wind carried most o" the blasphemy out t" sea, where they wasn"t no lad t" corrupt, an" at scattered times a big sea would make Jowl splutter, but I heared enough t" make me smell the devil, an" when I seed Jowl"s face by the first light I "lowed his angry feelin"s had riz to a ridiculous extent, so that they was something more"n the weather gone wild in my whereabouts.
""What"s gone along o" you?" says I.
""The swine!" says he. "Come below, Tumm," says he, "an" we"ll give un a dose o" fists an" feet."
"So down we went, an" we had the whole crew in a heap on the forecastle floor afore they woke up. Ecod! what a mess o" green faces! A per-f.e.c.k-ly limp job lot o" humanity! Not a backbone among un. An" all on account o" their stomachs! It made me sick an" mad t" see un. The cook was the worst of un; said we"d gone an" woke un up, just when he"d got t" sleep an" forgot it all. Good Lord! "You gone an" made me remember!" says he. At that, Jowl let un have it; but the cook only yelped an" crawled back in his bunk, wipin" the blood from his chin. For twenty minutes an" more we labored with them sea-sick sailors, with fists an" feet, as Jowl had prescribed. They wasn"t no mercy begged nor showed. We hit what we seen, pickin" the tender places with care, an"
they grunted an" crawled back like rats; an" out they come again, head foremost or feet, as happened. I never seed the like of it. You could treat un most scandalous, an" they"d do nothin" but whine an" crawl away. "Twas enough t" disgust you with your own flesh an" bones! Jowl "lowed he"d cure the skipper, whatever come of it, an" laid his head open with a birch billet. The skipper didn"t whimper no more, but just fell back in the bunk, an" lied still. Jowl said he"d be cured when he come to. Maybe he was; but "tis my own opinion that Jowl killed un, then an" there, an" that he never _did_ come to. Whatever, "twas all lost labor; we didn"t work a single cure, an" we had t" make a run for the deck, all of a sudden, t" make peace with our own stomachs.
""The swine!" says Jowl. "Let un drown!"