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Updated: June 11, 2025
He had laid the course almost due north, taking the sun with a back-stick that might have come out of the Ark, working out his calculations in the fo'c'sle in his own head. Raft did not know, he knew nothing of navigation as a science, nor did he care, they were going north and day by day drawing into the track of ships, that was enough for him.
'Let's get under way at once, he said, 'and sail down the fiord. I tried for something more specific, but he was gone, and his voice drowned in the fo'c'sle by the clatter and swish of washing up. Thenceforward events moved with bewildering rapidity.
Big for your age at that, with muscles like a horse. Pack up your kit and go for'ard into the fo'c'sle. You're a boat-puller now. You're promoted; see?" Without waiting for the boy's acceptance, the captain turned to the sailor who had just finished the gruesome task of sewing up the corpse. "Johansen, do you know anything about navigation?" "No, sir,"
The soldier leaped from his bunk and gratefully proceeded to dress himself, Joe eyeing him critically as the trousers climbed up his long legs, and the sleeves of the jacket did their best to conceal his elbows. "What do I look like?" he inquired anxiously, as he finished. "Six foot an' a half o' misery," piped the shrill voice of Billy promptly, as he thrust his head in at the fo'c'sle.
But just the same, would he really ever get to England alive? And if he did, would he have to go on holding his breath in terror for nine more days? Would the fo'c'sle always keep heaving up up up, like this, then down down down, as though it were going to sink? "How do yuh like de fog-horn, Wrennie?" Pete, the tough, spit the question up at him from a corner of his mouth.
It seemed less lonely on the dark fo'c'sle, so Marcella went back. It was quite dark now; the mandoline had stopped. From a ventilator shaft close by came a deep murmur of conversation from the crew's quarters that mingled with her dreams. Aunt Janet, her father, Wullie, Dr. Angus, the restless London crowds came and went like pictures crossing a screen.
There was so many complaints in it he was almost tempted to have something else instead of consumption, but he decided on that at last, an' he got a cough what worried the fo'c'sle all night long, an' the next day, when the skipper came down to see Dan, he could 'ardly 'ear hisself speak. "'That's a nasty cough you've got, my man, ses he, looking at Harry.
I suppose about twenty minutes had elapsed, and I was scrubbing fruitlessly at the smoky patch on the ceiling, when I heard the sound of oars and voices outside. I threw the cotton-waste into the fo'c'sle, made an onslaught on my hands, and then mounted the companion ladder.
His poems include Fo'c'sle Yarns , The Doctor , The Manx Witch , and Old John . He was also an admirable letter-writer, and 2 vols. of his letters have been pub. Satirist, was ed. at Oxf., and there composed the famous epigram on Dr. Fell.
He "lay out" as best he could and cast off the gaskets he knew barely enough of yachting to understand an order here and there and by the time he was back on the fo'c'sle head the Chinamen were at the jib halyard and hoisting away. "That's well, y'r jib halyards." The "Bertha Millner" veered round and played off to the wind, tugging at her anchor. "Man y'r windlass."
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