"Thot mate-fellow was no a proper sailor, an" no a mon tull work for owners. Dudna he want tull break me wuth the Board of Trade for bein"
below my marks? He said as much tull the bos"n. An" he told me tull my face homeward bound thot I"d been half an inch under my marks. "Twas at Portland, loadun" cargo un fresh watter an" goin" tull Comox tull load bunker coal un salt watter. I tell ye, Annie, ut takes close fuggerin", an" I _was_ half an inch under the load-line when the bunker coal was un.
But I"m no tellun" any other body but you. An" thot mate-fellow untendun" tull report me tull the Board o" Trade, only for thot he saw fut tull be sliced un two pieces on the steam-pipe cover.
"He was a fool. After loadun" ot Portland I hod tull take on suxty tons o" coal tull last me tull Comox. The charges for lighterun" was heavy, an" no room ot the coal dock. A French barque was lyin" alongside the dock an" I spoke tull the captun, askun" hum what he would charge when work for the day was done, tull haul clear for a couple o" hours an" let me un. "Twenty dollars," said he. Ut was savun" money on lighters tull the owner, an" I gave ut tull hum. An" thot night, after dark, I hauled un an" took on the coal. Then I started tull go out un the stream an"
drop anchor-under me own steam, of course.
"We hod tull go out stern first, an" somethun" went wrong wuth the reversun" gear. Old MacPherson said he could work ut by hond, but very slow ot thot. An" I said "All right." We started. The pilot was on board. The tide was ebbun" stuffly, an" right abreast an" a but below was a shup lyin" wuth a lighter on each side. I saw the shup"s ridun"
lights, but never a light on the lighters. Ut was close quarters to shuft a bug vessel onder steam, wuth MacPherson workun" the reversun"
gear by hond. We hod to come close down upon the shup afore I could go ahead an" clear o" the shups on the dock-ends. An" we struck the lighter stern-on, just uz I rung tull MacPherson half ahead.
""What was thot?" says the pilot, when we struck the lighter.
""I dunna know," says I, "an" I"m wonderun"."
"The pilot was no keen, ye see, tull hus job. I went on tull a guid place an" dropped anchor, an" ut would all a-been well but for thot domned eediot mate.
""We smashed thot lighter," says he, comun" up the lodder tull the brudge-an" the pilot stondun" there wuth his ears c.o.c.ked tull hear.
""What lighter?" says I.
""Thot lighter alongside the shup," says the mate.
""I dudna see no lighter," says I, and wuth thot I steps on hus fut guid an" hard.
"After the pilot was gone I says tull the mate: "Uf you dunna know onythun", old mon, for Heaven"s sake keep your mouth shut."
""But ye dud smash thot lighter, dudn"t ye?" says he.
""Uf we dud," says I, "ut"s no your buzz"ness tull be tellun" the pilot-though, mind ye, I"m no admuttun" there was ony lighter."
"An" next marnun", just uz I"m after dressun", the steward says, "A mon tull see ye, sir." "Fetch hum un," says I. An" un he come. "Sut down,"
says I. An" he sot down.
"He was the owner of the lighter, an" when he hod told hus story, I says, "I dudna see ony lighter."
""What, mon?" says he. "No see a two-hundred-ton lighter, bug oz a house, alongside thot shup?"
""I was goin" by the shup"s lights," says I, "an" I dudna touch the shup, thot I know."
""But ye dud touch the lighter," says he. "Ye smashed her. There"s a thousand dollars" domage done, an" I"ll see ye pay for ut."
""Look here, muster," says I, "when I"m shuftun" a shup ot night I follow the law, an" the law dustunctly says I must regulate me actions by the lights o" the shuppun". Your lighter never hod no ridun" light, nor dud I look for ony lighter wuthout lights tull show ut."
""The mate says-" he beguns.
""Domn the mate," says I. "Dud your lighter hov a ridun" light?"
""No, ut dud not," says he, "but ut was a clear night wuth the moon a-showun"."
""Ye seem tull know your buzz"ness," says I. "But let me tell ye thot I know my buzz"ness uz well, an" thot I"m no a-lookun" for lighters wuthout lights. Uf ye thunk ye hov a case, go ahead. The steward will show ye out. Guid day."
"An" thot was the end o" ut. But ut wull show ye what a puir fellow thot mate was. I call ut a blessun" for all masters thot he was sliced un two on thot steam-pipe cover. He had a pull un the office an" thot was the why he was kept on."
"The Wekley farm wull soon be for sale, so the agents be tellun" me," his wife remarked, slyly watching what effect her announcement would have upon him.
His eyes flashed eagerly on the instant, and he straightened up as might a man about to engage in some agreeable task. It was the farm of his vision, adjoining his father"s, and her own people farmed not a mile away.
"We wull be buyun" ut," he said, "though we wull be no tellun" a soul of ut ontul ut"s bought an" the money paid down. I"ve savun" consuderable these days, though pickun"s uz no what they used to be, an" we hov a tidy nest-egg laid by. I wull see the father an" hove the money ready tull hus hond, so uf I"m ot sea he can buy whenever the land offers."
He rubbed the frosted moisture from the inside of the window and peered out at the pouring rain, through which he could discern nothing.
"When I was a young men I used tull be afeard thot the owners would guv me the sack. Stull afeard I am of the sack. But once thot farm is mine I wull no be afeard ony longer. Ut"s a puir job thus sea-farmun". Me managin" un all seas an" weather an" perils o" the deep a shup worth fufty thousand pounds, wuth cargoes ot times worth fufty thousand more-a hundred thousand pounds, half a million dollars uz the Yankees say, an"
me wuth all the responsubility gettun" a screw o" twenty pounds a month.
What mon ash.o.r.e, managin" a buz"ness worth a hundred thousand pounds wull be gettun" uz small a screw uz twenty pounds? An" wuth such masters uz a captun serves-the owners, the underwriters, an" the Board o" Trade, all pullun" an wantun" dufferent thungs-the owners wantun" quick pa.s.sages an"
domn the rusk, the underwriters wantun" safe pa.s.sages an" domn the delay, an" the Board o" Trade wantun" cautious pa.s.sages an" caution always meanun" delay. Three dufferent masters, an" all three able an" wullun"
to break ye uf ye don"t serve their dufferent wushes."
He felt the train slackening speed, and peered again through the misty window. He stood up, b.u.t.toned his overcoat, turned up the collar, and awkwardly gathered the child, still asleep, in his arms.
"I wull see the father," he said, "an" hov the money ready tull hus hond so uf I"m ot sea when the land offers he wull no muss the chance tull buy. An" then the owners can guv me the sack uz soon uz they like. Ut will be all night un, an" I wull be wuth you, Annie, an" the sea can go tull h.e.l.l."
Happiness was in both their faces at the prospect, and for a moment both saw the same vision of peace. Annie leaned toward him, and as the train stopped they kissed each other across the sleeping child.
SAMUEL
MARGARET HENAN would have been a striking figure under any circ.u.mstances, but never more so than when I first chanced upon her, a sack of grain of fully a hundredweight on her shoulder, as she walked with sure though tottering stride from the cart-tail to the stable, pausing for an instant to gather strength at the foot of the steep steps that led to the grain-bin. There were four of these steps, and she went up them, a step at a time, slowly, unwaveringly, and with so dogged cert.i.tude that it never entered my mind that her strength could fail her and let that hundred-weight sack fall from the lean and withered frame that wellnigh doubled under it. For she was patently an old woman, and it was her age that made me linger by the cart and watch.
Six times she went between the cart and the stable, each time with a full sack on her back, and beyond pa.s.sing the time of day with me she took no notice of my presence. Then, the cart empty, she fumbled for matches and lighted a short clay pipe, pressing down the burning surface of the tobacco with a calloused and apparently nerveless thumb. The hands were noteworthy. They were large-knuckled, sinewy and malformed by labour, rimed with callouses, the nails blunt and broken, and with here and there cuts and bruises, healed and healing, such as are common to the hands of hard-working men. On the back were huge, upstanding veins, eloquent of age and toil. Looking at them, it was hard to believe that they were the hands of the woman who had once been the belle of Island McGill. This last, of course, I learned later. At the time I knew neither her history nor her ident.i.ty.
She wore heavy man"s brogans. Her legs were stockingless, and I had noticed when she walked that her bare feet were thrust into the crinkly, iron-like shoes that sloshed about her lean ankles at every step. Her figure, shapeless and waistless, was garbed in a rough man"s shirt and in a ragged flannel petticoat that had once been red. But it was her face, wrinkled, withered and weather-beaten, surrounded by an aureole of unkempt and straggling wisps of greyish hair, that caught and held me.
Neither drifted hair nor serried wrinkles could hide the splendid dome of a forehead, high and broad without verging in the slightest on the abnormal.
The sunken cheeks and pinched nose told little of the quality of the life that flickered behind those clear blue eyes of hers. Despite the minutiae of wrinkle-work that somehow failed to weazen them, her eyes were clear as a girl"s-clear, out-looking, and far-seeing, and with an open and unblinking steadfastness of gaze that was disconcerting. The remarkable thing was the distance between them. It is a lucky man or woman who has the width of an eye between, but with Margaret Henan the width between her eyes was fully that of an eye and a half. Yet so symmetrically moulded was her face that this remarkable feature produced no uncanny effect, and, for that matter, would have escaped the casual observer"s notice. The mouth, shapeless and toothless, with down-turned corners and lips dry and parchment-like, nevertheless lacked the muscular slackness so usual with age. The lips might have been those of a mummy, save for that impression of rigid firmness they gave. Not that they were atrophied. On the contrary, they seemed tense and set with a muscular and spiritual determination. There, and in the eyes, was the secret of the cert.i.tude with which she carried the heavy sacks up the steep steps, with never a false step or overbalance, and emptied them in the grain-bin.
"You are an old woman to be working like this," I ventured.
She looked at me with that strange, unblinking gaze, and she thought and spoke with the slow deliberateness that characterized everything about her, as if well aware of an eternity that was hers and in which there was no need for haste. Again I was impressed by the enormous cert.i.tude of her. In this eternity that seemed so indubitably hers, there was time and to spare for safe-footing and stable equilibrium-for cert.i.tude, in short. No more in her spiritual life than in carrying the hundredweights of grain was there a possibility of a misstep or an overbalancing. The feeling produced in me was uncanny. Here was a human soul that, save for the most glimmering of contacts, was beyond the humanness of me. And the more I learned of Margaret Henan in the weeks that followed the more mysteriously remote she became. She was as alien as a far-journeyer from some other star, and no hint could she nor all the countryside give me of what forms of living, what heats of feeling, or rules of philosophic contemplation actuated her in all that she had been and was.
"I wull be suvunty-two come Guid Friday a fortnight," she said in reply to my question.
"But you are an old woman to be doing this man"s work, and a strong man"s work at that," I insisted.
Again she seemed to immerse herself in that atmosphere of contemplative eternity, and so strangely did it affect me that I should not have been surprised to have awaked a century or so later and found her just beginning to enunciate her reply-
"The work hoz tull be done, an" I am beholden tull no one."