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"Good-bye," he said, gruffly. "You need not be afraid not now." "I am not afraid." Joan rose weakly. "I shall wait for you. I am sure you will come. "Good-bye; good-bye!" Outside Thornton stumbled against old Jed. "The Ship's sailing!" the quavering, foolish words startled Thornton; "you best get aboard, sir, anchor's lifting!" Jed staggered away, grinning and muttering.
The night was dark and windless: the street lit glimmeringly from end to end, lamps, house windows, and the reflections in the rain-pools all contributing. From a public-house on the other side of the way, I heard a harp twang and a doleful voice upraised in the "Larboard Watch," "The Anchor's Weighed," and other naval ditties. Where had my Shyster wandered?
"I'm sure it will be to me, also," declared the young lady. "Captain Warren has told me all about it, Mr. Pearson, and I'm very eager to hear the new portion." "There!" Captain Elisha slapped his knee. "There, Jim!" he exclaimed, "you hear that? Now you've got to read it. Anchor's apeak! Heave ahead and get under way." So, because he could not well refuse, the author reluctantly began to read.
They had gone back to snap a few pictures, and then, finding that the automatic apparatus was working well, they again joined the group on the sands. "Another pull or two and we'll have 'em ashore!" yelled the captain. "Lively, men!" As he spoke a grizzled seaman rushed up to him. "That anchor's slippin' ag'in!" he bellowed through the noise of the storm.
Desmond watched the jolly crew as they turned into the Minories, and heard their rollicking chorus: "Ho! when the cargo's shipped, An the anchor's neatly tripped, An' the gals are weepin' bucketfuls o' sorrer, Why, there's the decks to swab, An' we en't a-goin' to sob, S'pose the sharks do make a meal of us tomorrer." At the Goat and Compasses Diggle was awaiting him.
Yoho! Send your letters raound! All our salt is wetted, an' the anchor's off the graound! Bend, oh, bend your mains'l, we're back to Yankeeland With fifteen hunder' quintal, An' fifteen hunder' quintal, 'Teen hunder' toppin' quintal, 'Twix' old 'Queereau an' Grand."
But Herrick, turning swiftly towards his companion, bent him down with the eager cry: "Let's up anchor, captain, and to sea!" "Where to, my son?" said the captain. "Up anchor's easy saying. But where to?" "To sea," responded Herrick. "The sea's big enough! To sea away from this dreadful island and that, O! that sinister man!" "O, we'll see about that," said Davis.
"We'll hev to help him, else he'll root an' seed here," said Dan. "What's the matter?" said Harvey. This was a new world, where he could not lay down the law to his elders, but had to ask questions humbly. And the sea was horribly big and unexcited. "Anchor's fouled. Penn's always losing 'em.
The weight of twenty fathoms of this linked iron mass hanging outside, aided by the momentum already established by the anchor's fall through a hundred feet, of course drags after it all that lies unstoppered within. I need not tell those who have witnessed such a commotion that the orderly silence of a ship of war breaks down somewhat.
In short, he would in one word name "Joanna Baillie." This health being drunk, Mr. THORNE was called on for a song, and sung, with great taste and feeling, "The Anchor's Weighed." W. MENZIES, Esq., Advocate, rose to propose the health of a gentleman for many years connected at intervals with the dramatic art in Scotland.
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