Fair Harbor.
by Joseph Crosby Lincoln.
CHAPTER I
"Hi hum," observed Mr. Joel Macomber, putting down his knife and fork with obvious reluctance and tilting back his chair. "Hi hum-a-day! Man, born of woman, is of few days and full of--of somethin", I forget what--George, what is it a man born of woman is full of?"
George Kent, putting down his knife and fork, smiled and replied that he didn"t know. Mr. Macomber seemed shocked.
"_Don"t know?_" he repeated. "Tut, tut! Dear me, dear me! A young feller that goes to prayer meetin" every Friday night--or at least waits outside the meetin"-house door every Friday night--and yet he don"t remember his Scriptur" well enough to know what man born of woman is full of? My soul and body! What"s the world comin" to?"
n.o.body answered. The six Macomber children, Lemuel, Edgar, Sarah-Mary, Bemis, Aldora and Joey, ages ranging from fourteen to two and a half, kept on eating in silence--or, if not quite in silence, at least without speaking. They had been taught not to talk at table; their mother had taught them, their father playing the part of horrible example. Mrs.
Macomber, too, was silent. She was busy stacking plates and cups and saucers preparatory to clearing away. When the clearing away was finished she would be busy washing dishes and after that at some other household duty. She was always busy and always behind with her work.
Her husband turned to the only other person at the crowded table.
"Cap"n Sears," he demanded, "you know "most everything. What is it man born of woman is full of besides a few days?"
Sears Kendrick thoughtfully folded his napkin. There was a hole in the napkin--holes were characteristic of the Macomber linen--but the napkin was clean; this was characteristic, too.
"Meanin" yourself, Joel?" he asked, bringing the napkin edges into line.
"Not necessarily. Meanin" any man born of woman, I presume likely."
"Humph! Know many that wasn"t born that way?"
Mr. Macomber"s not too intellectual face creased into many wrinkles and the low ceiling echoed with his laugh. "Not many, I don"t cal"late," he said, "that"s a fact. But you ain"t answered my question, Cap"n. What is man born of woman full of?"
Captain Kendrick placed the folded napkin carefully beside his plate.
"Breakfast, just now, I presume likely," he said. "At least, I know two or three that ought to be, judgin" by the amount of cargo I"ve seen "em stow aboard in the last half hour." Then, turning to Mrs. Macomber, he added, "I"m goin" to help you with the dishes this mornin", Sarah."
The lady of the house had her own ideas on that subject.
"Indeed you won"t do anything of the sort," she declared. "The idea! And you just out of a crippled bed, as you might say."
This remark seemed to amuse her husband hugely. "Ho, ho!" he shouted.
"That"s a good one! I didn"t know the bed was crippled, Sarah. What"s the matter with it; got a pain in the slats?"
Sarah Macomber seldom indulged in retort. Usually she was too busy to waste the time. But she allowed herself the luxury of a half minute on this occasion.
"No," she snapped, "but it"s had one leg propped up on half a brick for over a year. And at least once a week in all that time you"ve been promisin" to bring home a new caster and fix it. If that bed ain"t a cripple I don"t know what is."
Joel looked a trifle taken aback. His laugh this time was not quite as uproarious.
"Guess you spoke the truth that time, Sarah, without knowin" it. Who is it they say always speaks the truth? Children and fools, ain"t it? Well, you ain"t a child scarcely, Sarah. Hope you ain"t the other thing. Eh?
Ho, ho!"
Mrs. Macomber was halfway to the kitchen door, a pile of plates upon her arm. She did not stop nor turn, but she did speak.
"Well," she observed, "I don"t know. I was one once in my life, there"s precious little doubt about that."
She left the room. Young Kent and Captain Kendrick exchanged glances.
Mr. Macomber swallowed, opened his mouth, closed it and swallowed again.
Lemuel and Sarah-Mary, the two older children, giggled. The clock on the mantel struck seven times. The sound came, to the adults, as a timely relief from embarra.s.sment.
Captain Kendrick looked at his watch.
"What"s that?" he exclaimed. "Six bells already? So "tis. I declare I didn"t think "twas so late."
Joel rose to his feet, moving--for him--with marked rapidity.
"Seven o"clock!" he cried. "My, my! We"ve got to get under way, George, if we want to make port at the store afore "Liphalet does. Come on, George, hurry up."
Kent lingered for a moment to speak to Sears Kendrick. Then he emerged from the house and he and Joel walked rapidly off together. They were employed, one as clerk and bookkeeper and the other as driver of the delivery wagon, at Eliphalet Ba.s.sett"s Grocery, Dry Goods, Boots and Shoes and Notion Store at the corner of the main road and the depot road. Joel"s position there was fixed for eternity, at least he considered it so, having driven that same delivery wagon at the same wage for twenty-two years. "Me and that grocery cart," Mr. Macomber was wont to observe, "have been doin" "Liphalet"s errands so long we"ve come to be permanent fixtures. Yes, sir, permanent fixtures." When this was repeated to Mr. Ba.s.sett the latter affirmed that it was true. "Every time the dum fool goes out takin" orders," said Eliphalet, "he stays so long that I begin to think he"s turned _into_ a permanent fixture. Takes an order for a quarter pound of tea and a spool of cotton and then hangs "round and talks steady for half an hour. Permanent fixture! Permanent gas fixture, that"s what _he_ is."
George Kent did not consider himself a permanent fixture at Ba.s.sett"s.
He had been employed there for three years, or ever since the death of his father, Captain Sylvester Kent, who had died at sea aboard his ship, the _Ocean Ranger_, on the voyage home from Java to Philadelphia. George remained in Bayport to study law with Judge Knowles, who was interested in the young man and, being a lawyer of prominence on the Cape, was an influential friend worth having. The law occupied young Kent"s attention in the evenings; he kept Mr. Ba.s.sett"s books and sold Mr. Ba.s.sett"s brown sugar, calico and notions during the days, not because he loved the work, the place, or its proprietor, but because the twelve dollars paid him each Sat.u.r.day enabled him to live. And, in order to live so cheaply that he might save a bit toward the purchase of clothes, law books and sundries, he boarded at Joel Macomber"s. Sarah Macomber took him to board, not because she needed company--six children and a husband supplied a sufficiency of that--but because three dollars more a week was three dollars more.
Joel and George having tramped off to business and the very last crumb of the Macomber breakfast having vanished, the Macomber children proceeded to go through their usual morning routine. Lemuel, who did ch.o.r.es for grumpy old Captain Elijah Samuels at the latter"s big place on the depot road, departed to rake hay and be sworn at. Sarah-Mary went upstairs to make beds; when the bed-making was over she and Edgar and Bemis would go to school. Aldora and Joey, the two youngest, went outdoors to play. And Captain Sears Kendrick, late master of the ship _Hawkeye_, and before that of the _Fair Wind_ and the _Far Seas_ and goodness knows how many others, who ran away to ship as cabin boy when he was thirteen, who fought the Malay pirates when he was eighteen, and outwitted Semmes by outmaneuvering the _Alabama_ when he was twenty-eight, a man once so strong and bronzed and confident, but now so weak and shaken--Captain Sears Kendrick rose painfully and with effort from his chair, took his cane from the corner and hobbled to the kitchen.
"Sarah," he said, "I"m goin" to help you with those dishes this mornin"."
"Sears," said Mrs. Macomber, taking the kettle of boiling dish-water from the top of the stove, "you"ll do nothin" of the kind. You"ll go outdoors and get a little sunshine this lovely day. It"s the first real good day you"ve had since you got up from bed, and outdoors "ll help you more than anything else. Now you go!"
"But look here, Sarah, for Heaven"s sake----"
"Be still, Sears, and don"t be foolish. There ain"t dishes enough to worry about. I"ll have "em done in half a shake. Go outdoors, I tell you. But don"t you walk on those legs of yours. You hear me."
Her brother--Sarah Macomber was a Kendrick before she married Joel--smiled slightly. "How do you want me to walk, Sarah, on my hands?"
he inquired. "Never mind my legs. They"re better this mornin" than they have been since that fat woman and a train of cars fell on "em.... Ah hum!" with a change of tone, "it"s a pity they didn"t fall on my neck and make a clean job of it, isn"t it?"
"Sears!" reproachfully. "How can you talk so? And especially now, when the doctor says if you take care of yourself, you"ll "most likely be as well as ever in--in a little while."
"A little while! In a year or two was what he said. In ten years was probably what he meant, and you"ll notice he put in the "most likely"
even at that. If you were to lash him in the fore-riggin" and keep him there till he told the truth, he"d probably end by sayin" that I would always be a good for nothin" hulk same as I am now."
"Sears, don"t--please don"t. I hate to hear you speak so bitter. It doesn"t sound like you."
"It"s the way I feel, Sarah. Haven"t I had enough to make me bitter?"
His sister shook her head. "Yes, Sears," she admitted, "I guess likely you have, but I don"t know as that is a very good excuse. Some of the rest of us," with a sigh, "haven"t found it real smooth sailin" either; but----"
She did not finish the sentence, and there was no need. He understood and turned quickly.
"I"m sorry, Sarah," he said. "I ought to be hove overboard and towed astern. The Almighty knows you"ve had more to put up with than ever I had and you don"t spend your time growlin" about it, either. I declare I"m ashamed of myself, but--but--well, you know how it is with me. I"ve never been used to bein" a loafer, spongin" on my relations."