"Any day at all?"
"Plyin" out o" Rio, I"m told."
"Eh, Anthony Lot? Any day at all?"
Anthony grinned at me in a way I"d no taste for. "Any day at all,"
says he t" the lad. "You got it right, Sammy."
"Ol" Sandy Spot is fetchin" me up," says the lad, ""til my pa comes home. It don"t cost my pa a copper, neither. Ol" Sandy Spot is fetchin" me up jus" for my pa"s sake. That"s what comes o" havin" a pa like the pa I got. Don"t it, Anthony Lot?"
"I "low so, Sammy; jus" for your pa"s sake--an" the Gov"ment stipend, too."
What slur was hid in that sly whisper about the Gov"ment stipend escaped the lad.
"Ah-ha!" he crowed.
I"m accustomed t" pry into the hearts o" folks. With no conscience at all I eavesdrops on feelin"s. "Tis a pa.s.sion an" fixed practice. An"
now my curiosity clamored for satisfaction. I was suspicious an" I was dumbfounded.
"You might put more heart in your crowin"," says I.
The lad turned on me with his breath caught an" his wee teeth as bare as a wolf"s.
"What you say that for?" says he.
""Tis a pleasure," says I, "t" stir your wrath in your pa"s behalf.
"Tis a pretty sight t" see. I enjoys it. In these modern times," says I, ""tis not often I finds a lad as proud of his pa as you. My duty t"
you, sir," says I. "I praise you."
The lad looked t" the skipper.
"My compliments," says Hard Harry, enjoyin" the play. "Me, too. I praise you highly."
"Whew!" says the lad. "Such manners abash me. There"s no answer on the tip o" my tongue. I"m ashamed o" my wit."
Skipper Harry chuckled. An" I laughed. An" the wee lad laughed, too.
An" dull Anthony Lot, in a fuddle o" stupidity an" wonder, stared from one t" the other, not knowin" whether t" grin or complain of our folly. There was foul weather with-out--wind in the riggin", blowin"
in from the sea an" droppin" down over the hills, an" there was the patter o" black rain on the roof o" the cabin. "Tis a matter for large surprise, it may be, that growed men, like Hard Harry an" me, should find interest an" laughter in a gossip like that. Yet "tis dull times on a tradin" schooner, when trade"s done for the day, an" the night"s dismal an" sodden with rain; an" with a fire in the bogie-stove aboard, an" no lively maids t" draw un ash.o.r.e to a dance or a scoff o"
tea an" cakes in a strange harbor, a man seizes the distraction that seeks un out, and makes the best of it that he can. More than that, an" deep an" beyond it, "twas entertainment, an" a good measure of it, that had come blinkin" down the deck. Afore we had time or cause for complaint o" the botheration o" childish company, we was involved in a brisk pa.s.sage o" talk, which was no trouble at all, but sped on an"
engaged us without pause. There was that about the wee lad o"
Hide-an"-Seek Harbor, too, as a man sometimes encounters, t" command our interest an" t" compel our ears an" our tongues t" their labor.
With that, then, the lad"s tongue broke loose an" ran riot in his father"s praise. I never heared such wild boastin" in all my travels afore--eyes alight with pleasure, as I thought at the time, an" tow head waggin" with wonder an" pride, an" lips curlin" in contempt for the fathers of all the wide world in comparison; an" had not the lad been too tender in years for grave blame, too lonely an" forlorn for punishment, an" of a pretty loyalty to his father"s fame and quality, pretty enough to excuse the preposterous tales that he told, I should have spanked un warmly, then an" there, an" bade un off ash.o.r.e to cleanse his wee tongue o" the false inventions. There was no great deed that his father hadn"t accomplished, no virtue he lacked, no piety he had not practiced; an" with every reckless, livin" boast o"
the man"s courage an" cleverness, his strength an" vast adventures, no matter how far-fetched, went a tale to enlighten an" prove it. The sea, the ice, the timber--"twas all the same; the father o" this lad was bolder an" wiser an" more gifted with graces than the fathers of all other lads--had endured more an" escaped more. So far past belief was the great tales the lad told that "twas pitiable in the end; an" I wasn"t quite sure--bein" a sentimental man--whether t" guffaw or t"
blink with grief.
"You is spinnin" a wonderful lot o" big yarns for a wee lad like you," says Skipper Harry. "Aw, now, an I was you," says he, in kindness, "I wouldn"t carry on so careless."
"I knows other yarns."
"You s"prise me!"
"I could startle you more."
"Where"d you learn all them yarns?"
"I been told "em."
"Your pa tell you?"
The lad laughed. "Dear man, no!" says he. "I never seed my pa in all my life."
"Never seed your pa in all your life! Well, now!"
"Why, no, sir! Didn"t you know that?"
"You didn"t tell me."
"I didn"t think I _had_ t" tell you. I thought ev"body in the world knowed that much about _me_."
"Well, well!" says the skipper. "Never seed your pa in all your life!
Who told you all them yarns then?"
"Ev"body."
"Oh! Ev"body, eh? I sees. Jus" so. You like t" hear yarns about your pa?"
"Well," says the lad, "I "low I certainly do! Wouldn"t you--if you had a pa like me?"
"Twas too swift a question.
"Me?" says Skipper Harry, nonplused.
"Ay--tell me!"
Skipper Harry was a kind man an" a foolish one. "I bet ye I would!"
says he, "I"d fair crave "em. I"d pester the harbor with questions about my pa."
"That"s jus" what I does do!" says the lad. "Doesn"t I, Anthony Lot?"
"You got it right, Sammy," says Anthony. "You can"t hear too much about your wonderful pa."
"You hears a lot, Sammy," says the skipper.
"Oh, ev"body knows my pa," says the lad, "an" ev"body spins me yarns about un."