"Aye, aye, sir. Git dap! Git dap! Limpin", creepin", crawlin", hoppin", jumpin".... Starboard! _starboard_, you son of a Chinee! Need a tug to haul this critter into the channel, I swan you do! Git dap! All shipshape aft there, Cap"n Sears? Good enough! let her run."
The old white horse--like the whisk broom and the Rogers group, a part of the furniture of the General Minot place--plodded along the dusty road and the blue truck-wagon rolled and rattled behind him. Captain Kendrick, settling his invalid limbs in the most comfortable fashion, lay back upon the seaweed and stared at the sky seen through the branches of elms and silver-leaf poplars which arched above. He made no attempt to look over the sides of the cart. Raising himself upon an elbow to do so entailed a good deal of exertion and this was his first trip abroad since his accident. Besides, seeing would probably mean being seen and he was not in the mood to answer the questions of curious, even if sympathetic, townsfolk. Judah made several attempts at conversation, but the replies were not satisfactory, so he gave it up after a little and, as was his habit, once more broke forth in song.
Judah Cahoon, besides being sea cook on many, many voyages, had been "chantey man" on almost as many. His repertoire was, therefore, extensive and at times astonishing. Now, as he rocked back and forth upon the wagon seat, he caroled, not the _Dreadnought_ chantey, but another, which told of a Yankee ship sailing down the Congo River, evidently in the old days of the slave trade.
""Who do you think is the cap"n of her?
Blow, boys, blow!
Old Holy Joe, the darky lover, Blow, my bully boys, blow!
"What do you think they"ve got for dinner?
Blow, boys, blow!
Hot water soup, but a dum sight thinner, Blow, my bully boys, blow!
"Oh, blow to-day and blow to-morrer, Blow, boys, blow!
And blow for all old salts in sorrer, Blow, my bully----"
"Oh, say, Cap"n Sears!"
"Yes, Judah?"
"They"ve put up the name sign on the Fair Harbor since you was in Bayport afore, ain"t they? We"re right off abreast of it now. Can"t you hist yourself up and look over the side? It"s some consider"ble of a sign, that is. Lobelia she left word to have that sign painted and set up last time she was here. She"s over acrost in one of them Eyetalian ports now, so I understand, her and that feller she married. Eh? Ain"t that quite a sign, now, Cap"n?"
Kendrick, because his driver seemed to be so eager, sat up and looked over the sideboard of the truck-wagon. The vehicle was just pa.s.sing a long stretch of ornate black iron fence in the center of which was a still more ornate gate with an iron arch above it. In the curve of the arch swung a black sign, its edges gilded, and with this legend printed upon it in gilt letters:
FAIR HARBOR
For Mariners" Women
"Without, the stormy winds increase, Within the harbor all is peace."
Behind the fence was a good-sized tract of lawn heavily shaded with trees, a brick walk, and at the rear a large house. The house itself was of the stately Colonial type and its simple dignity was in marked contrast to the fence.
Captain Kendrick recognized the establishment of course. It, with its next door neighbor the General Minot place, was for so many years the home of old Captain Sylva.n.u.s Seymour. Captain Sylva.n.u.s, during his lifetime, was active claimant for the throne of King of Bayport. He was the town"s leading Democratic politician, its wealthiest citizen, with possibly one exception--its most lavish entertainer--with the same possible exception--and when the Governor came to the Cape on "Cattle Show Day" he was sure to be a guest at the Seymour place--unless General Ashahel Minot, who was the exception mentioned--had gotten his invitation accepted first. For General Minot was Bayport"s leading Whig, as Captain Sylva.n.u.s was its leading Democrat, and the rivalry between the two was intense. Nevertheless, they were, in public at least, extremely polite and friendly, and when they did agree--as on matters concerning the village tax rate and the kind of doctrine permitted to be preached in the Orthodox meeting-house--their agreement was absolute and overwhelming. In their day the Captain and the General dominated Bayport by sea and land.
But that day had pa.s.sed. They had both been dead for some years. Captain Seymour died first and his place and property were inherited by his maiden daughter, Miss Lobelia Seymour. Sears Kendrick remembered Lobelia as a dressy, romantic spinster, very much in evidence at the church socials and at meetings of the Shakespeare Reading Society, and who sang a somewhat shrill soprano in the choir.
Now, as he looked over the side of Judah Cahoon"s truck-wagon and saw the sign hanging beneath the arch above the gate of the Seymour place he began dimly to remember other things, bits of news embodied in letters which his sister, Sarah Macomber, had written him at various times.
Lobelia Seymour had--she had done something with the family home, something unusual. What was it? Why, yes....
"Judah," he said, "Lobelia Seymour turned that place into a--a sort of home, didn"t she?"
Judah twisted on the wagon seat to stare at him.
"What are you askin" me that for, Cap"n Sears?" he demanded. "You know more about it than I do, I guess likely. Anyhow, you ought to; you was brought up in Bayport; I wasn"t."
"Yes, but I"ve been away from it ten times longer than I"ve been in it.
I"d forgotten all about Lobelia. Seems to me Sarah wrote me somethin"
about her, though, and that she had turned her father"s place into a home for women."
"For mariners" women, that"s what she calls it. Didn"t you see it on the sign? Ho, ho! that"s a good one, ain"t it, Cap"n Sears? "Mariners"
women!" Course what it means is sea cap"ns widders and sisters and such, but it does sound kind of Brigham Youngy, don"t it? Haw, haw! Well, fur"s that goes I have known mariners that--Hi! "Vast heavin" there!
What in time you tryin" to do, carry away that gate post? Whoa! Jumpin"
creepin", limpin"---- Whoa! _Look_ at the critter!" in huge disgust and referring to the white horse, who had suddenly evinced a desire to turn in at a narrow driveway and to gallop while doing so. "Look at him!"
repeated Judah. "When I go up to the depot he"ll stand right in the middle of the railroad track and go to sleep. I have to whale the timbers out of him to get him awake enough to step ahead so"s a train of cars won"t stave in his broadside. But get him home here where he can see the barn, the place where he knows I stow the oats, and he wants to run right over top of a stone wall. Can"t hardly hold him, I can"t.
Who-a-a!... Well, Cap"n Sears, here we be at the General Minot place.
Here"s where I sling my hammock these days."
Kendrick looked about him, at the gra.s.sy back yard, with the ancient settee beneath the locust tree, the raspberry and currant bushes along the wall, the venerable apple and pear trees on the other side of the wall, at the trellis over the back door and the grape vine heavily festooning it, at the big weather-beaten barn, carriage house and pig-pens beyond. Turning, he looked upward at the high rambling house, its dormers and gables, its white clapboards and green window blinds.
The sunlight streamed over it, but beneath the vine-hung lattice and under the locust tree were coolness and shadow. The wing of the big house, projecting out to the corner of the drive, shut off the view to or from the road. Somehow, the whole yard, with its peace and quiet and sunshine and shadow, and above all, its retirement, made a great appeal.
It seemed so homelike, so shut away, so comforting, like a sheltered little backwater where a storm-beaten craft might lie snug.
Mr. Cahoon made anxious inquiry.
"What do you think of it, Cap"n?" he asked.
His visitor did not reply. Instead he said, "Judah, I"d like to see your quarters inside, may I?"
"Sartin sure you may. Right this way. Look out for the rocks in the channel," indicating the brick floor beneath the lattice. "Two or three of them bricks stick up more"n they ought to. Twice since I"ve been here the stem of one of my boots has fetched up on them bricks and I"ve all but pitch-poled. Take your time, Cap"n Sears, take your time. Here, lean on my shoulder, I"ll pilot you."
The captain smiled. "Much obliged, Judah," he said, "but I shan"t need your shoulder. There aren"t any stairs to climb, are there? Stair climbin" is too much for me yet awhile. Perhaps it will always be. I don"t know."
The tone in which he uttered the last sentence caused his companion to turn his head and regard him with concern.
"Sho, sho, sho!" he exclaimed, hastily. "What kind of talk"s that, Cap"n! I"ll live to see you shin up and hang your hat on the main truck yet.... There, here"s the galley. Like it, do you?"
The "galley" was, of course, the kitchen. It was huge and low and very old-fashioned. Also it was, just now, spotlessly clean. From it opened the woodshed, and toward the front, the dining room.
"I don"t eat in here much," observed Judah, referring to the dining room. "Generally mess in the galley. Comes more natural to me. The settin" room, and back parlor and front parlor are out for"ard yonder.
Come on, Cap"n Sears."
The captain shook his head. "Never mind them just now," he said. "I want to see the bedrooms, those you use, Judah. That is, unless they"re up aloft."
"No, no. Right on the lower deck, both of "em. Course there _is_ plenty more up aloft, but, as I told you, I never bother "em. Here"s my berth,"
opening a door from the sitting room. "And here"s what I call my spare stateroom. I keep it ready for comp"ny. Not that I ever have any, you understand."
Judah"s bedroom was small and snug. The "spare stateroom" was a trifle larger. In both were the old-fashioned mahogany furniture of our great-grandfathers. Mr. Cahoon apologized for it.
"Kind of old-timey stuff down below here," he explained. "Just common folks used these rooms, I judge likely. But you"d ought to see them up on the quarter deck. There"s your high-toned fixin"s! Marble tops to the bureaus and tables and washstands, and fruit--peaches and pears and all sorts--carved out on the headboards of the beds, and wreaths on the walls all made out of sh.e.l.ls, and--and kind of bra.s.s doodads at the tops of the window curtains. Style, don"t talk!... Sort of a pretty look-off through that deadlight, ain"t there, Cap"n Sears? Seems so to me."
Kendrick had raised the window shade of the spare stateroom and was looking out. The view extended across the rolling hills and little pine groves and cranberry bogs, to the lower road with its white houses and shade trees. And beyond the lower road were more hills and pines, a pretty little lake--Crowell"s Pond, it was called--sand dunes and then the blue water of the Bay. The captain looked at the view for a few moments, then, turning, looked once more at the room and its furniture.
"So you"ve never had a pa.s.senger in your spare stateroom, Judah?" he asked.
"Nary one, not yet."
"Expectin" any?"
"Nary one. Don"t know n.o.body to expect."