Across the Clarence, on the south side, winches rattled2 bales of wool and bags of potatoes and maize3 into the coastal4 steamer, which traded weekly between Sydney and the fertile North Coast.
On the river bank above, blocking the roadway, were yet standing5 some of the teams which had brought the wool down from the New England tableland.
The dusty whips of the carriers cracked no longer, and their tired horses dozed6 contentedly7 in the sunlight.
Some of the carriers were at the water-side pub, beerily quarrelling over the merits of rival “leaders.” One was in the backyard of the hotel conducting amorous8 negotiations9 with a black gin, and another, who did not drink, had gone down to see about back loading.
It was three in the afternoon, and Donald Mac., the skipper of the Greenwich, took his place at the wheel.
On the river, up and down, there was no boat more popular than the Greenwich. The crew of the little[89] steamer consisted of Sam, the fat engineer, George and Bill, and the skipper. George and Bill were the deck hands, who put the cargo10 and passengers ashore11 at the various landings.
There was a general air of courtesy and good humour about the Greenwich. Nothing seemed a trouble to little Donald Macpherson, but the fact of the matter was that Donald’s troubles had made him lean, and somewhat sad.
He had all the responsibilities of a deep-sea skipper, with less than the pay of a third mate. It had taken him his life to learn the river, its depths and bars, its shallows and reefs, and banks, and currents, and as the river had a habit of changing its geographical12 features after each flood, Donald was always at school.
Then there was ever the possibility that some day, as he brought the Greenwich round the Devil’s Elbow, between the reef and the bar at the mouth in a swamping southerly, despite all his knowledge of the game, the Greenwich would stand on her head and kick her propeller13 at the Milky14 Way.
It was three in the afternoon, and the skipper swung the nose of his ship out from the wharf15.
Sam, the engineer, with his ear at the gong, and his hand on the lever, stood to his post. George, the senior deck hand, who ranked as first mate, ran his eye down the cargo list. Bill stood by. There were coils of fencing wire to drop here and there, boxes of groceries, tins of kerosene16, all sorts of sundries, mails, and newspapers.
Where the local newspapers had regular subscribers[90] along the banks, it was George’s custom to tie the paper round a stone (he kept a small pile of ballast for’ard for the purpose), and threw it ashore as the steamer slid by. He had become so expert at this practice that he could generally land a newspaper or a small package right at the farmer’s door.
Most of the farm houses were built on the river’s brink17. Cool, comfortable-looking weatherboard cottages, surrounded by shade and fruit trees with maize paddocks, banana groves18, or cane19 fields behind them. As the Greenwich steered20 past she would give a blast of her whistle, and the farmer, or his wife, or his boy, or often his pretty daughter, would come out and pick up the package and wave pleasantly to the skipper and his crew.
The skipper, with one hand to the wheel and one eye on the river, would wave back, and George and Bill and Sam mostly kissed their hands, in the case of a lady, and smiled cheerfully.
The skipper’s eye caught the waving of a handkerchief at the edge of a cane field on the opposite bank, and crossed to pick up a passenger and a consignment21 of produce. So they worked down the river. It was almost dark when the steamer tied up at the wharf, where she stayed for the night.
Donald, his duties over for the day, took his tucker basket and went ashore. His fancy went ahead of him, along the street of the little river town. He saw the wife standing at the front door, and in the lamplight behind her a white cloth laid for two, and a child’s chair drawn22 up to the table.
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And Donald forgot that he was tired.
Sam and Bill went ashore also, and left George to mind the ship.
George, being a bachelor, slept in the after-cabin on the transoms, and tuckered for himself aboard.
His chief amusement was fishing; mostly with heavy lines for dog sharks and “jews.”
So when he had had his tea he took his shark line, and baiting it with half a mullet, threw out astern.
Having passed a loop of the line round an empty kerosene tin, and placed it so that a tug23 at the bait would upset it and make a row, George filled his pipe and went for’ard to smoke.
After an hour’s lounge the first mate thought he would stroll aft and look at the line.
“I’ll bet,” he said to himself, “that the cursed bream have eaten my bait off.”
He drew in the slack of the line and commenced to haul up. The line tautened.
“Hullo!” cried George, “I’m snagged!”
He pulled steadily24.
“No,” he added, “I’ve hooked something. It’s coming up,” he resumed, peering over into the water, “Whatever it is it’s dashed heavy; must be a log, I reckon.”
There was a kerosene lamp on the wharf which threw a dim yellow light over the water astern.
George dragged the line around over the rail so that he would be enabled to see what he was bringing up.
“By gosh, it’s heavy,” he soliloquised. “Dashed good thing this line is strong.”
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The line was strong; it had held an eight foot grey-nurse shark.
Foot by foot the first mate hauled in.
“Here it comes!” he ejaculated, “what the devil is it, though!”
“Why, my God!” screamed the horrified25 deck-hand, “IT’S A MAN!!”
George had leaned over the rail to examine his haul, and at the last pull a human head, ghastly and horrible, with livid face, and dank, dripping, matted hair, had risen to the surface. His horrified gaze met the open staring eyes of a corpse26!
For one moment he was petrified27, fascinated, frozen with horror!
Then he let the line run through his fingers, leaped on to the wharf with a mighty28 bound and coatless, hatless, charged up the street in the direction of the police station.
The Sergeant29 had gone to bed, but he rose in his pyjamas30 and came out on to the verandah in answer to a loud, insistent31 knocking.
“What’s up?” he cried. “Who’s there?”
“Me!” cried George. “Get up, quick!”
“Who’s me?” demanded the officer.
“George!” said the first mate, still hanging on to the knocker.
“What George?”
“Greenwich; come quick, for God’s sake!”
“What’s up? What do you want?”
“Come down to the wharf quick. I’ve hooked a man.”
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“Killed a man?” said the Sergeant. “Has there been a row; I didn’t hear anything?”
“No, no!” exclaimed George, “there hasn’t been any row. I was shark fishing, and I caught a man—a dead man.”
“Hum!” said the Sergeant, doubtfully, “have you been drinking?”
“No!” shouted the excited deck hand, “I don’t touch it; but I swear to God it’s true I did catch a man!”
“Where is he now?”
“On the line; I hooked something and pulled it up. I couldn’t make out what it was; it came so dead and heavy. When I got it to the top I leaned over the stern and looked. My God, I never got such a fright in my life!”
“What did you do then?” asked the Sergeant.
“I let go the line and run up here!” said George.
“All right,” said the officer, in a grieved voice—he hated inquests—“some fellow’s gone and drowned himself in the river, I suppose.”
“I dunno,” replied George. “He’s dead, anyway, and by the look of it, I reckon he’s been dead some time.”
“You ought to have made the line fast,” said the Sergeant; “he might have got off the hook. Hope to Heaven he has,” he added, “and that he gets down to Palmer’s Island, or somewhere; I don’t want him. Wait, till I get my trousers on, I’ll go down and see. It might have been fancy with you. Sure you weren’t asleep, George?”
“No!” exclaimed George, emphatically, “I wasn’t asleep; I hadn’t even made my bunk32 up.”
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The Sergeant re-appeared in a few minutes with his boots and pants on, and the two men wended their way to the riverside where the Greenwich lay rocking gently on the night tide.
On the way down George went over the details two or three times.
“Where’s the line?” asked the Sergeant, as they stepped aboard.
“Here,” replied George, leading the way aft.
“I thought so,” he said, as yard after yard came aboard without resistance. “You fell asleep and had a nightmare; nice thing to come and call a man out of his bed like this. I’ve ridden over thirty miles to-day.”
George vowed33 and protested that he had not been the victim of a delusion34.
“I saw him as plain as I see you,” he answered, mentally assuring himself.
“There!” as the last yard of the line was drawn in, “what’s that! What’s that on the hook?”
The Sergeant threw something on deck wet and slopping.
“Fetch a light,” he cried, “till we see what it is.”
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