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Updated: May 31, 2025
Pallid, shaking, panting for every breath he drew, he was slipping out of the unnoticing crowd when Cap'n Jim Trainor of the lifeboat crew called to him. "You pull a strong oar, I know, Cap'n Am'zon. We need you." For the space of a breath the storekeeper "hung in the wind."
But you let Abe tell it, Cap'n Am'zon Silt is the greatest navigator an' has the rip-snortin'est adventoors of airy deep-bottom sailor that ever chawed salt hoss." "Did you ever see him?" Lawford asked. "See who?" "Cap'n Amazon?" "No. I didn't never see him. But I've heard Cap'n Abe talk about him standin' off an' on as ye might say for twenty year and more." "Odd you never met him, isn't it?"
This here Am'zon Silt, 'tis plain to be seen, has got more salt water than blood in his veins. Cap'n Abe's a nice feller not much again him here where he's lived and kep' store for twenty-odd year. 'Ceptin' his yarnin' 'bout his brother all the time. But from the look of Cap'n Am'zon I wouldn't put past him anything that Cap'n Abe says he's done and more.
Land sakes! ain't Cap'n Am'zon just as much her uncle as I be? Some o' you fellers better stow your jaw-tackle if Cap'n Am'zon does heave to here. For he ain't no tame cat, like I told you." "You back again, Lawford Tapp? Hi-mighty! what you forgot this time? Fishhooks? Goin' fishin', be you? Wal, in my 'pinion you're throwin' your hook into unproductive waters around here, as ye might say.
There ain't no folks there. Cap'n Am'zon says there ain't 'nough land at the south pole to make Marm Scudder's garden and they say she didn't need more'n what her patchwork quilt would cover. Where there's land there's folks. And if there was land in the Antarctic there'd be Eskimos like there is up North. "'Hem! Well, that wasn't what I begun on, was it? This knitting.
He drew from this a half-fashioned gray stocking that was evidently intended for his own foot and the needles began to click in his strong, capable hands. "Supprise you some, does it, Louise?" Cap'n Abe said. "Cap'n Am'zon taught me. Most old whalers knit. That, an' doin' scrimshaw work, was 'bout all that kep' 'em from losing their minds on them long v'y'ges into the Pacific.
An' I've seen the time myself when I was hi-mighty glad I'd l'arned to count stitches. "Land sakes! Some o' them whalin' v'y'ges lasted three-four years. Cap'n Am'zon was in the old bark Neptune's Daughter when she was caught in the ice and drifted pretty average close't to the south pole. "You know," said Cap'n Abe reflectively, "the Antarctic regions ain't like the Arctic. 'Cause why?
Louise and her father remained at the store on the Shell Road until Cap'n Abe was up and about again. Then they could safely leave him to the ministrations of Betty Gallup. "Somehow," confessed that able seaman, "he don't seem just like he used to. He speaks quicker and sharper more like that old pirate, Am'zon Silt, though I shouldn't be sayin' nothin' harsh of the dead, I s'pose.
If he is Cap'n Abe's brother. Now, now, you don't know no more about this old pirate than I do, Miss Lou. He influenced Cap'n Abe somehow, or someway, so't he cut his hawser and drifted out o' soundings that's sure! Here this feller callin' himself Am'zon Silt has got the store an' all it holds, an' Cap'n Abe's money, and ev'rything." "Oh, Betty, how foolishly you talk," sighed the girl. "Humph!
"I've had experience with such sharks," and he ran his finger reflectively down the old scar upon his jaw. "I always wanted to ask you 'bout that scar, Cap'n Am'zon," put in Milt Baker encouragingly. "Did you get it in a mutiny?" "Yep." "I didn't know but ye got it piratin'," chuckled Milt. "Bet Gallup, she swears you sailed under the Jolly Roger more'n once."
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