Part 2 (1/2)

'We've picked up a lubber in New Bedford town,-- Come away, away, sto-r-m along, John, Get a-long, storm a-long, storm's g-one along,'

'Our lubber's lugger-rigged, and we'll do him brown,-- Come away, away, sto-r-m along, John, Get a-long, storm a-long, storm's g-one along.'

”The last sentiment about lugger-rigged lubber being done brown made them all laugh even more than the other, and caused an interruption of the chorus to the extent of at least four revolutions of the windla.s.s; but when the laugh was over, they went at the dismal chorus with double the energy they had shown before, repeating all they had then said about 'John's getting along,' and 'storming along,' as if they rather liked John for doing these things. Thus they went on without much variety, until I was sick and tired enough of it. The 'lubber' part of it was too clearly aimed at me to be mistaken; but I could not discover in it anything but nonsense all the way through to the end.

”After a while I heard some one cry out, 'The anchor's away,' which as I afterwards learned, meant the anchor had been lifted from the bottom; and then the sailors all scattered to obey an order to do something, which I had not the least idea of, with a sail, and with some ropes, which appeared to me to be so mixed up that n.o.body could tell one from the other, nor make head nor tail of them. In the twinkling of an eye, however, in spite of the mixed-up ropes, there was a great flapping of white canvas, and a creaking and rattling of pulleys. Then the huge white sail was fully spread, the wind was bulging it out in the middle like a balloon, the s.h.i.+p's head was turned away from the town, and we were moving off. Next came an order to 'lay aloft and shake out the topsail'; but happily in this order I was not included, but was, instead, directed to 'lend a hand to get the anchor aboard,' which operation was quickly accomplished, and the heavy ma.s.s of crooked iron which had held the s.h.i.+p firmly in the harbor was soon fastened in its proper place on the bow, to what is called a 'cat-head.' By the time this was done, every sail was set, and we were flying before the wind out into the great ocean.

”And now you see my wish was gratified. I was in a s.h.i.+p and off on the 'world of waters,' with the career of a sailor before me,--a career to my imagination when on the farm full of romance, and presenting everything that was desirable in life. But was it so in reality when I was brought face to face with it,--when I had exchanged the farm for the forecastle? By no means. Indeed, I was filled with nothing but disgust first, and terror afterwards. The first sight which I had of the ocean was much less satisfactory to me than would have been my father's duck-pond. I soon got miserably sick; night came on, dark and fearful; the winds rose; the waves dashed with great force against the s.h.i.+p's sides, often breaking over the deck, and wetting me to the skin. I was s.h.i.+vering with cold; I was afraid that I should be washed overboard; I was afraid that I should be killed by something tumbling on me from aloft, for there was such a great rattling up there in the darkness that I thought everything was broken loose. I could not stand on the deck without support, and was knocked about when I attempted to move; every time the s.h.i.+p went down into the trough of a sea I thought all my insides were coming up. So, altogether, you see I was in a very bad way.

How, indeed, should it be otherwise? for can you imagine any ills so great as these?

1st, To have all your clothes wet; 2d, To have a sick stomach; and, 3d, To be in a dreadful fright.

”Now that was precisely my condition; and I was already reaping the fruits of my folly in running away from home and exchanging a farm for a forecastle.”

The Captain here paused and laughed heartily at the picture he had drawn of himself in his ridiculous _role_ of ”the young sailor-boy,” and, after clearing his throat again, was about to proceed with the story, when he perceived that the shades of evening had already begun to fall upon the arbor. Looking out among the trees, he saw the leaves and branches standing sharply out against the golden sky, which showed him that the day was ended and the sun was set. So he told his little friends to hasten home before the dews began to fall upon the gra.s.s, and come again next day. This they promised thankfully, and told the Captain that they ”never, never, never would forget it.”

But the head of William was filled with a bright idea, and he was bound to discharge it before he left the place. ”O Captain Hardy,” cried the little fellow, ”do you know what I was thinking of?”

”How should I, before you tell me?” was the Captain's very natural answer.

”Why, I was thinking how nice it would be to write all this down on paper. It would read just like a printed book.”

The Captain said he ”liked the idea,” but he doubted if William could remember it. But William thought he could remember every word of it, and declared that it was splendid; and Fred and Alice, following after, said that it was splendid too. But whether the story that the Captain told was splendid, or the idea of writing it down was splendid, or exactly what was splendid, was not then and there settled; yet it was fully settled that William was to write the story down the best he could, and ask his father to correct the worst mistakes. And now, when this was done, the happy children said ”Good evening” to the Captain, and set out merrily for home, little Alice holding to her brother's hand, as she tripped lightly over the green field, turning every dozen steps to throw back through the tender evening air, from her dainty little fingertips, a laughing kiss to the ancient mariner, whose face beamed kindly on her from the arbor door.

CHAPTER IV.

The Old Man, having related to the Little People how the Young Man went to Sea, now proceeds to tell what the Young Man did there.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

The two days which the old man and his young friends had pa.s.sed together had so completely broken down all restraint between them, that the children almost felt as if they had known the old man all their lives.

It was therefore quite natural, that, when they went down next day, they should feel inclined to give him a surprise. So they concerted a plan of sneaking quietly around the house that they might come upon him suddenly, for they saw him working in his garden, hoeing up the weeds.

”Now let's astonish him,” said William.

”That's a jolly idea,” said Fred, while Alice said nothing at all, but was as pleased as she could be.

The little party crawled noiselessly along the fence, through the open gate, and sprang upon the Captain with a yell, like a parcel of wild Indians; and sure enough they did surprise him, for he jumped behind his hoe, as if preparing to defend himself against an attack of enemies.

”Heyday, my hearties!” exclaimed the Captain, when he saw who was there.

”Ain't you ashamed of yourselves to scare the old man that way?” and he joined the laugh that the children raised at his own expense,--enjoying it as much as they did.

”That's a trick of William's, I'll be bound,” said he; ”but no matter, I'll forgive you; and I'm right glad you've come, too, for it's precious hot, and I'm tired hoeing up the weeds; so now, let us get out of the sun, into the crow's nest.”

”The crow's nest!” cried William. ”What's that?”