Again we are in the neighbourhood of the Goodwin sands. It is evening. The sun has just gone down. The air and sea are perfectly1 still. The stars are coming out one by one, and the floating lights have already hoisted3 their never-failing signals.
The Nora lies becalmed not far from the Goodwin buoy4, with her sails hanging idly on the yards. Bill Towler stands at the helm with all the aspect and importance of a steersman, but without any other duty to perform than the tiller could have performed for itself. Morley Jones stands beside him with his hands in his coat pockets, and Stanley Hall sits on the cabin skylight gazing with interest at the innumerable lights of the shipping6 in the roadstead, and the more distant houses on shore. Jim Welton, having been told that he will have to keep watch all night, is down below taking a nap, and Grundy, having been ordered below to attend to some trifling7 duty in the fore8 part of the vessel9, is also indulging in slumber10.
Long and earnestly and anxiously had Morley Jones watched for an opportunity to carry his plans into execution, but as yet without success. Either circumstances were against him, or his heart had failed him at the push. He walked up and down the deck with uncertain steps, sat down and rose up frequently, and growled12 a good deal—all of which symptoms were put down by Stanley to the fact that there was no wind.
At last Morley stopped in front of his passenger and said to him—
“I really think you’d better go below and have a nap, Mr Hall. It’s quite clear that we are not goin’ to have a breeze till night, and it may be early morning when we call you to go ashore13; so, if you want to be fit for much work to-morrow, you’d better sleep while you may.”
“Thank you, I don’t require much sleep,” replied Stanley; “in fact, I can easily do without rest at any time for a single night, and be quite able for work next day. Besides, I have no particular work to do to-morrow, and I delight to sit at this time of the night and watch the shipping. I’m not in your way, am I?”
“Oh, not at all, not at all,” replied the fish-merchant, as he resumed his irregular walk.
This question was prompted by the urgency with which the advice to go below had been given.
Seeing that nothing was to be made of his passenger in this way, Morley Jones cast about in his mind to hit upon another expedient14 to get rid of him, and reproached himself for having been tempted15 by a good fare to let him have a passage.
Suddenly his eye was attracted by a dark object floating in the sea a considerable distance to the southward of them.
“That’s lucky,” muttered Jones, after examining it carefully with the glass, while a gleam of satisfaction shot across his dark countenance16; “could not have come in better time. Nothing could be better.”
Shutting up the glass with decision, he turned round, and the look of satisfaction gave place to one of impatience17 as his eye fell on Stanley Hall, who still sat with folded arms on the skylight, looking as composed and serene18 as if he had taken up his quarters there for the night. After one or two hasty turns on the deck, an idea appeared to hit Mr Jones, for he smiled in a grim fashion, and muttered, “I’ll try that, if the breeze would only come.”
The breeze appeared to have been waiting for an invitation, for one or two “cat’s-paws” ruffled19 the surface of the sea as he spoke20.
“Mind your helm, boy,” said Mr Jones suddenly; “let her away a point; so, steady. Keep her as she goes; and, harkee” (he stooped down and whispered), “when I open the skylight do you call down, ‘breeze freshenin’, sir, and has shifted a point to the west’ard.’”
“By the way, Mr Hall,” said Jones, turning abruptly21 to his passenger, “you take so much interest in navigation that I should like to show you a new chart I’ve got of the channels on this part of the coast. Will you step below?”
“With pleasure,” replied Stanley, rising and following Jones, who immediately spread out on the cabin table one of his most intricate charts,—which, as he had expected, the young student began to examine with much interest,—at the same time plying22 the other with numerous questions.
“Stay,” said Jones, “I’ll open the skylight—don’t you find the cabin close?”
No sooner was the skylight opened than the small voice of Billy Towler was heard shouting—
“All right,” replied Jones;—“excuse me, sir, I’ll take a look at the sheets and braces24 and see that all’s fast—be back in a few minutes.”
He went on deck, leaving Stanley busy with the chart.
“You’re a smart boy, Billy. Now do as I tell ’ee, and keep your weather eye open. D’ye see that bit o’ floating wreck25 a-head? Well, keep straight for that and run right against it. I’ll trust to ’ee, boy, that ye don’t miss it.”
Billy said that he would be careful, but resolved in his heart that he would miss it!
Jones then went aft to a locker26 near the stern, whence he returned with a mallet27 and chisel28, and went below. Immediately thereafter Billy heard the regular though slight blows of the mallet, and pursed his red lips and screwed up his small visage into a complicated sign of intelligence.
There was very little wind, and the sloop29 made slow progress towards the piece of wreck although it was very near, and Billy steered30 as far from it as he could without absolutely altering the course.
Presently Jones returned on deck and replaced the mallet and chisel in the locker. He was very warm and wiped the perspiration31 frequently from his forehead. Observing that the sloop was not so near the wreck as he had expected, he suddenly seized the small steersman by the neck and shook him as a terrier dog shakes a rat.
“Billy,” said he, quickly, in a low but stern voice, “it’s of no use. I see what you are up to. Your steerin’ clear o’ that won’t prevent this sloop from bein’ at the bottom in quarter of an hour, if not sooner! If you hit it you may save yourself and me a world of trouble. It’s so much for your own interest, boy, to hit that bit of wreck, that I’ll trust you again.”
So saying, Jones went down into the cabin, apologised for having kept Stanley waiting so long, said that he could not leave the boy at the helm alone for more than a few minutes at a time, and that he would have to return on deck immediately after he had made an entry on the log slate32.
Had any one watched Morley Jones while he was making that entry on the log slate, he would have perceived that the strong man’s hand trembled excessively, that perspiration stood in beads33 upon his brow, and that the entry itself consisted of a number of unmeaning and wavering strokes.
Meanwhile Billy Towler, left in sole possession of the sloop, felt himself in a most unenviable state of mind. He knew that the crisis had arrived, and the decisive tone of his tyrant’s last remark convinced him that it would be expedient for himself to obey orders. On the other hand, he remembered that he had deliberately34 resolved to throw off his allegiance, and as he drew near the piece of wreck, he reflected that he was at that moment assisting in an act which might cost the lives of all on board.
Driven to and fro between doubts and fears, the poor boy kept changing the course of the sloop in a way that would have soon rendered the hitting of the wreck an impossibility, when a sudden and rather sharp puff36 of wind caused the Nora to bend over, and the foam37 to curl on her bow as she slipped swiftly through the water. Billy decided38 at that moment to miss the wreck when he was close upon it, and for that purpose deliberately and smartly put the helm hard a-starboard.
Poor fellow, his seamanship was not equal to his courage! So badly did he steer5, that the very act which was meant to carry him past the wreck, thrust him right upon it!
The shock, although a comparatively slight one, was sufficiently40 severe to arouse the sleepers41, to whom the unwonted sensation and sound carried the idea of sudden disaster. Jim and Grundy rushed on deck, where they found Morley Jones already on the bulwarks42 with a boat-hook, shouting for aid, while Stanley Hall assisted him with an oar35 to push the sloop off what appeared to be the topmast and cross-trees of a vessel, with which she was entangled43.
Jim and Grundy each seized an oar, and, exerting their strength, they were soon clear of the wreck.
“Well,” observed Jim, wiping his brow with the sleeve of his coat, “it’s lucky it was but a light topmast and a light breeze, it can’t have done us any damage worth speaking of.”
“I don’t know that,” said Jones. “There are often iron bolts and sharp points about such wreckage44 that don’t require much force to drive ’em through a ship’s bottom. Take a look into the hold, Jim, and see that all’s right.”
“Why, the sloop’s sinkin’! Lend a hand here if you don’t want to go down with her,” he cried, leaping towards the boat.
Stanley Hall and Grundy at once lent a hand to get out the boat, while the fish-merchant, uttering a wild oath, jumped into the hold as if to convince himself of the truth of Jim’s statement. He returned quickly, exclaiming—
The boat was shoved outside the bulwarks, and let go by the run; the oars48 were flung hastily in, and all jumped into her as quickly as possible, for the deck of the Nora was already nearly on a level with the water. They were not a minute too soon. They had not pulled fifty yards from their late home when she gave a sudden lurch49 to port and went down stern foremost.
To say that the party looked aghast at this sudden catastrophe50, would be to give but a feeble idea of the state of their minds. For some minutes they could do nothing but stare in silence at the few feet of the Nora’s topmast which alone remained above water as a sort of tombstone to mark her ocean grave.
When they did at length break silence, it was in short interjectional remarks, as they resumed the oars.
Mr Jones, without making a remark of any kind, shipped the rudder; the other four pulled.
“Shall we make for land?” asked Jim Welton, after a time.
“Not wi’ the tide running like this,” answered Jones; “we’ll make the Gull51, and get ’em to take us aboard till morning. At slack tide we can go ashore.”
In perfect silence they rowed towards the floating light, which was not more than a mile distant from the scene of the disaster. As the ebb52 tide was running strong, Jim hailed before they were close alongside—“Gull, ahoy! heave us a rope, will you?”
There was instant bustle53 on board the floating light, and as the boat came sweeping54 past a growl11 of surprise was heard to issue from the mate’s throat as he shouted, “Look out!”
A rope came whirling down on their heads, which was caught and held on to by Jim.
“All right, father,” he said, looking up.
“All wrong, I think,” replied the sire, looking down. “Why. Jim, you always turn up like a bad shilling, and in bad company too. Where ever have you come from this time?”
“From the sea, father. Don’t keep jawin’ there, but help us aboard, and you’ll hear all about it.”
By this time Jones had gained the deck, followed by Stanley Hall and Billy. These quickly gave a brief outline of the disaster, and were hospitably55 received on board, while Jim and Grundy made fast the tackles to their boat, and had it hoisted inboard.
“You won’t require to pull ashore to-morrow,” said the elder Mr Welton, as he shook his son’s hand. “The tender will come off to us in the morning, and no doubt the captain will take you all ashore.”
“So much the better,” observed Stanley, “because it seems to me that our boat is worthy56 of the rotten sloop to which she belonged, and might fail to reach the shore after all!”
“Her owner is rather fond of ships and boats that have got the rot,” said Mr Welton, senior, looking with a somewhat stern expression at Morley Jones, who was in the act of stooping to wring57 the water out of the legs of his trousers.
“If he is,” said Jones, with an equally stern glance at the mate, “he is the only loser—at all events the chief one—by his fondness.”
“You’re right,” retorted Mr Welton sharply; “the loss of a kit58 may be replaced, but there are some things which cannot be replaced when lost. However, you know your own affairs best. Come below, friends, and have something to eat and drink.”
After the wrecked59 party had been hospitably entertained in the cabin with biscuit and tea, they returned to the deck, and, breaking up into small parties, walked about or leaned over the bulwarks in earnest conversation. Jack60 Shales61 and Jerry MacGowl took possession of Jim Welton, and, hurrying him forward to the windlass, made him there undergo a severe examination and cross-questioning as to how the sloop Nora had met with her disaster. These were soon joined by Billy Towler, to whom the gay manner of Shales and the rich brogue of MacGowl were irresistibly62 attractive.
Jim, however, proved to be much more reticent63 than his friends deemed either necessary or agreeable. After a prolonged process of pumping, to which he submitted with much good humour and an apparent readiness to be pumped quite dry, Jerry MacGowl exclaimed—
“Och, it ain’t of no use trying to git no daiper. Sure we’ve sounded ’im to the bottom, an’ found nothin’ at all but mud.”
“Ay, he’s about as incomprehensible as that famous poet you’re for ever givin’ us screeds of. What’s ’is name—somebody’s son?”
“Tenny’s son, av coorse,” replied Jerry; “but he ain’t incomprehensible, Jack; he’s only too daip for a man of or’nary intellick. His thoughts is so awful profound sometimes that the longest deep-sea lead line as ever was spun64 can’t reach the bottom of ’em. It’s only such oncommon philosophers as Dick Moy there, or a boardin’-school miss (for extremes meet, you know, Jack), that can rightly make him out.”
“Wot’s that you’re sayin’ about Dick Moy?” inquired that worthy, who had just joined the group at the windlass.
“He said you was a philosopher,” answered Shales. “You’re another,” growled Dick, bluntly, to MacGowl.
“Faix, that’s true,” replied Jerry; “there’s two philosophers aboord of this here light, an’ the luminous65 power of our united intellicks is so strong that I’ve had it in my mind more than wance to suggest that if they wos to hoist2 you and me to the masthead together, the Gull would git on first-rate without any lantern at all.”
“Not a bad notion that,” said Jack Shales. “I’ll mention it to the superintendent66 to-morrow, when the tender comes alongside. P’raps he’ll report you to the Trinity House as being willin’ to serve in that way without pay, for the sake of economy.”
“No, not for economy, mate,” objected Dick Moy. “We can’t afford to do dooty as lights without increased pay. Just think of the intellektooal force required for to keep the lights agoin’ night after night.”
“Ay, and the amount of the doctor’s bill,” broke in MacGowl, “for curin’ the extra cowlds caught at the mast-head in thick weather.”
“But we wouldn’t go up in thick weather, stoopid,” said Moy,—“wot ud be the use? Ain’t the gong enough at sich times?”
“Och, to be sure. Didn’t I misremember that? What a thing it is to be ready-witted, now! And since we are makin’ sich radical67 changes in the floating-light system, what would ye say, boys, to advise the Boord to use the head of Jack Shales instead of a gong? It would sound splendiferous, for there ain’t no more in it than an empty cask. The last gong they sint us down was cracked, you know, so I fancy that’s considered the right sort; and if so, Jack’s head is cracked enough in all conscience.”
“I suppose, Jerry,” said Shales, “if my head was appointed gong, you’d like that your fist should git the situation of drumstick.”
“Stop your chaffin’, boys, and let’s catch some birds for to-morrow’s dinner,” said one of the men who had been listening to the conversation. “There’s an uncommon68 lot of ’em about to-night, an’ it seems to me if the fog increases we shall have more of ’em.”
“Ho–o–o!
“‘Sich a gittin’ up stairs, and
A playin’ on the fiddle,’”
Sang Jack Shales, as he sprang up the wire-rope ladder that led to the lantern, round which innumerable small birds were flitting, as if desirous of launching themselves bodily into the bright light.
“What is that fellow about?” inquired Stanley Hall of the mate, as the two stood conversing69 near the binnacle.
“He’s catching70 small birds, sir. We often get a number in that way here. But they ain’t so numerous about the Gull as I’ve seen them in some of the other lightships. You may find it difficult to believe, but I do assure you, sir, that I have caught as many as five hundred birds with my own hand in the course of two hours.”
“Indeed! what sort of birds?”
“Larks71 and starlings chiefly, but there were other kinds amongst ’em. Why, sir, they flew about my head and round the lantern like clouds of snowflakes. I was sittin’ on the lantern just as Shales is sittin’ now, and the birds came so thick that I had to pull my sou’-wester down over my eyes, and hold up my hands sometimes before my face to protect myself, for they hit me all over. I snapped at ’em, and caught ’em as fast as I could use my hands—gave their heads a screw, and crammed72 ’em into my pockets. In a short time the pockets were all as full as they could hold—coat, vest, and trousers. I had to do it so fast that many of ’em wasn’t properly killed, and some came alive agin, hopped73 out of my pockets, and flew away.”
At that moment there arose a laugh from the men as they watched their comrade, who happened to be performing a feat74 somewhat similar to that just described by the mate.
Jack Shales had seated himself on the roof of the lantern. This roof being opaque75, he and the mast, which rose above him, and its distinctive76 ball on the top, were enveloped77 in darkness. Jack appeared like a man of ebony pictured against the dark sky. His form and motions could therefore be distinctly seen, although his features were invisible. He appeared to be engaged in resisting an attack from a host of little birds which seemed to have made up their minds to unite their powers for his destruction; the fact being that the poor things, fascinated by the brilliant light, flew over, under, and round it, with eyes so dazzled that they did not observe the man until almost too late to sheer off and avoid him. Indeed, many of them failed in this attempt, and flew right against his head, or into his bosom78. These he caught, killed, and pocketed, as fast as possible, until his pockets were full, when he descended to empty them.
“Hallo! Jack, mind your eye,” cried Dick Moy, as his friend set foot on the deck, “there’s one of ’em agoin’ off with that crooked79 sixpence you’re so fond of.”
Jack caught a starling which was in the act of wriggling80 out of his coat pocket, and gave it a final twist.
“Hold your hats, boys,” he cried, hauling forth81 the game. “Talk of a Scotch82 moor—there’s nothin’ equal to the top of the Gull lantern for real sport!”
“I say, Jack,” cried Mr Welton, who, with Stanley and the others, had crowded round the successful sportsman, “there are some strange birds on the ball. Gulls83 or crows, or owls84. If you look sharp and get inside, you may perhaps catch them by the legs.”
Billy Towler heard this remark, and, looking up, saw the two birds referred to, one seated on the ball at the mast-head, the other at that moment sailing round it. Now it must be told, and the reader will easily believe it, that during all this scene Billy had looked on not only with intense interest, but with a wildness of excitement peculiar85 to himself, while his eyes flashed, and his small hands tingled86 with a desire to have, not merely a finger, but, all his ten fingers, in the pie. Being only a visitor, however, and ignorant of everybody and everything connected with a floating light, he had modestly held his tongue and kept in the background. But he could no longer withstand the temptation to act. Without uttering a word, he leaped upon the rope-ladder of the lantern, and was half way up it before any one observed him, determined88 to forestall89 Jack Shales. Then there was a shouting of “Hallo! what is that scamp up to?” “Come down, you monkey!” “He’ll break his neck!” “Serve him right!” “Hi! come down, will ’ee?” and similar urgent as well as complimentary90 expressions, to all of which Billy turned a deaf ear. Another minute and he stood on the roof of the lantern, looking up at the ball and grasping the mast, which rose—a bare pole—twelve or fifteen feet above him.
“Och! av the spalpeen tries that,” exclaimed Jerry MacGowl, “it’ll be the ind of ’im intirely.”
Billy Towler did try it. Many a London lamp-post had he shinned up in his day. The difference did not seem to him very great. The ball, he observed, was made of light bands or lathes91 arranged somewhat in the form of lattice-work. It was full six feet in diameter, and had an opening in the under part by which a man could enter it. Through the lozenge-shaped openings he could see two enormous ravens92 perched on the top. Pausing merely for a second or two to note these facts and recover breath, he shinned up the bare pole like a monkey, and got inside the ball.
The spectators on deck stood in breathless suspense94 and anxiety, unable apparently95 to move; but when they saw Billy clamber up the side of the ball like a mouse in a wire cage, put forth his hand, seize one of the ravens by a leg and drag it through the bars to him, a ringing cheer broke forth, which was mingled96 with shouts of uncontrollable laughter.
The operation of drawing the ill-omened bird through the somewhat narrow opening against the feathers, had the double effect of ruffling97 it out to a round and ragged98 shape, very much beyond its ordinary size, and of rousing its spirit to ten times its wonted ferocity, insomuch that, when once fairly inside, it attacked its captor with claw, beak99, and wing furiously. It had to do battle, however, with an infant Hercules. Billy held on tight to its leg, and managed to restrain its head and wings with one arm, while with the other he embraced the mast and slid down to the lantern; but not before the raven93 freed its head and one of its wings, and renewed its violent resistance.
On the lantern he paused for a moment to make the captive more secure, and then let his legs drop over the edge of the lantern, intending to get on the rounds of the ladder, but his foot missed the first one. In his effort to regain100 it he slipped. At that instant the bird freed his head, and with a triumphant101 “caw!” gave Billy an awful peck on the nose. The result was that the poor boy fell back. He could not restrain a shriek102 as he did so, but he still kept hold of the raven, and made a wild grasp with his disengaged hand. Fortunately he caught the ladder, and remained swinging and making vain efforts to hook his leg round one of the ropes.
“Let go the bird!” shouted the mate, rushing underneath103 the struggling youth, resolved at all hazards to be ready to break his fall if he should let go.
“Howld on!” yelled Jerry MacGowl, springing up the ladder—as Jack Shales afterwards said—like a Chimpanzee maniac104, and clutching Billy by the neck.
“Ye may let go now, ye spalpeen,” said Jerry, as he held the upper half of Billy’s shirt, vest, and jacket in his powerful and capacious grasp, “I’ll howld ye safe enough.”
At that moment the raven managed to free its dishevelled wings, the fierce flapping of which it added to its clamorous105 cries and struggles of indignation. Feeling himself safe, Billy let go his hold, and used the freed hand to seize the raven’s other leg. Then the Irishman descended, and thus, amid the riotous106 wriggles107 and screams of the dishevelled bird, and the cheers, laughter, and congratulations of his friends, our little hero reached the deck in safety.
But this was not the end of their bird-catching on that memorable108 occasion. It was, indeed, the grand incident of the night—the culminating point, as it were, of the battle—but there was a good deal of light skirmishing afterwards. Billy’s spirit, having been fairly roused, was not easily allayed109. After having had a piece of plaister stuck on the point of his nose, which soon swelled110 up to twice its ordinary dimensions, and became bulbous in appearance, he would fain have returned to the lantern to prosecute111 the war with renewed energy. This, however, Mr Welton senior would by no means permit, so the youngster was obliged to content himself with skirmishing on deck, in which he was also successful.
One starling he found asleep in the fold of a tarpaulin112. Another he discovered in a snug113 corner under the lee of one of the men’s coats, and both were captured easily. Then Dick Moy showed him a plan whereby he caught half a dozen birds in as many minutes. He placed a small hand-lantern on the deck, and spread a white handkerchief in front of it. The birds immediately swarmed114 round this so vigorously, that they even overturned the lantern once or twice. Finally, settling down on the handkerchief, they went to sleep. It was evident that the poor things had not been flying about for mere87 pleasure. They had been undoubtedly115 fascinated by the ship’s glaring light, and had kept flying round it until nearly exhausted116, insomuch that they fell asleep almost immediately after settling down on the handkerchief, and were easily laid hold of.
During the intervals117 of this warfare118 Mr George Welton related to Billy Towler and Stanley Hall numerous anecdotes119 of his experience in bird-catching on board the floating lights. Mr Welton had been long in the service, and had passed through all the grades; having commenced as a seaman39, and risen to be a lamplighter and a mate—the position he then occupied. His office might, perhaps, be more correctly described as second master, because the two were never on board at the same time, each relieving the other month about, and thus each being in a precisely120 similar position as to command, though not so in regard to pay.
“There was one occasion,” said the mate, “when I had a tough set-to with a bird, something like what you have had to-night, youngster. I was stationed at the time in the Newarp light-vessel, off the Norfolk coast. It happened not long after the light had gone up. I observed a very large bird settle on the roof of the lantern, so I went cautiously up, hopin’ it would turn out a good one to eat, because you must know we don’t go catchin’ these birds for mere pastime. We’re very glad to get ’em to eat; and I can assure you the larks make excellent pies. Well, I raised my head slowly above the lantern and pounced121 on it. Instantly its claws went deep into my hands. I seized its neck, and tried to choke it; but the harder I squeezed, the harder it nipped, until I was forced to sing out for help. Leavin’ go the neck, in order to have one hand free, I descended the ladder with the bird hanging to the other hand by its claws. I found I had no occasion to hold tight to it, for it held tight to me! Before I got down, however, it had recovered a bit, let go, and flew away, but took refuge soon after in the lantern-house on deck. Here I caught it a second time, and once more received the same punishment from its claws. I killed it at last, and then found, to my disgust, that it was a monster sparrow-hawk, and not fit for food!”
“Somethink floatin’ alongside, sir,” said Dick Moy, running aft at that moment and catching up a boat-hook, with which he made a dart122 at the object in question, and struck, but failed to secure it.
“What is it, Moy?” asked Mr Welton.
“On’y a bit o’ wreck, I think. It looked like a corp at first.”
Soon after this most of the people on board the Gull went below and turned in, leaving the deck in charge of the regular watch, which, on that occasion, consisted of Dick and his friend Jack Shales. Jerry MacGowl kept them company for a time, being, as he observed, “sintimentally inclined” that night.
Stanley Hall, attracted by the fineness of the night, also remained on deck a short time after the others were gone.
“Do you often see dead bodies floating past?” he asked of Dick Moy.
“Not wery often, sir, but occasionally we does. You see, we’re so nigh the Goodwin sands, where wrecks123 take place in the winter months pritty constant, that poor fellers are sometimes washed past us; but they ain’t always dead. One night we heard loud cries not far off from us, but it was blowin’ a gale124, and the night was so dark we could see nothin’. We could no more have launched our boat than we could ’ave gone over the falls o’ Niagary without capsizin’. When next the relief comed off, we heard that it was three poor fellers gone past on a piece of wreck.”
“Were they lost?” inquired Stanley.
“No, sir, they warn’t all of ’em lost. A brig saw ’em at daylight, but just as they wos being picked up, one wos so exhausted he slipped off the wreck an wos drownded. ’Nother time,” continued Moy, as he paced slowly to and fro, “we seed a corp float past, and tried to ’ook it with the boat-’ook, but missed it. It wos on its face, and we could see it ’ad on a belt and sheath-knife. There wos a bald spot on the ’ead, and the gulls wos peckin’ at it, so we know’d it wos dead—wery likely a long time.”
“There’s a tight little craft,” remarked Shales, pointing to a vessel which floated at no great distance off.
“W’ich d’ye mean?” asked Dick; for there were so many vessels125, some at anchor and some floating past with the tide, like phantom126 ships, that it was not easy to make out which vessel was referred to; “the one wi’ the shoulder-o’-mutton mains’l?”
“Ah, that’s a purty little thing from owld Ireland,” returned Jerry MacGowl. “I’d know her anywhere by the cut of her jib. Av she would only spaik, she’d let ye hear the brogue.”
“Of coorse I can—it’s fruit an’ timber,” replied Jerry.
“Fruit and timber!” exclaimed Stanley with a laugh; “I was not aware that such articles were exported from Ireland.”
“Ah, sure they are, yer honour,” replied Jerry. “No doubt the English, with that low spirit of jealousy129 that’s pecooliar to ’em, would say it was brooms an’ taties, but we calls it fruit and timber!”
“After that, Jerry, I think it is time for me to turn in, so I wish you both a good-night, lads.”
“Good-night, sir, good-night,” replied the men, as Stanley descended to his berth130, leaving the watch to spin yarns131 and perambulate the deck until the bright beams of the floating light should be rendered unnecessary by the brighter beams of the rising sun.
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| n.血管( vessel的名词复数 )；船；容器；（具有特殊品质或接受特殊品质的）人 | |
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| n.(一只船或一架飞机运载的)货物 | |
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| n.纱( yarn的名词复数 )；纱线；奇闻漫谈；旅行轶事 | |
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