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Updated: May 11, 2025
He indicated with the toe of his sea-boot a crumbling grave which had never been distinguished by a headstone. The grass grew high all over Farlingford churchyard, almost hiding the mounds where the forefathers slept side by side with the nameless "wash-ups," to whom they had extended a last hospitality.
There was still something inside the boot too, but he durst not look to see what it was, nor did he exactly know what to do with the sea-boot either. He didn't want to take it home and frighten his mother, nor did he quite fancy chucking it back into the sea again; so he made up his mind to go to the parson of Brönö, and beg him to bury it in a Christian way.
"About not doubting, I ain't so sure," observed the captain; "but about not touching no I don't think you can." "See then," said Young Raybrock, "why I am so grieved. Think of Kitty. Think what I have got to tell her!" His heart quite failed him again when he had come round to that, and he once more beat his sea-boot softly on the floor.
"I didn't know that I had hired that fellow yonder," said the parson of Brönö; "he seems to me to be baling with a sea-boot; and it also seems to me as if he had neither breeches nor skin upon his legs, and the upper part of him is neither more nor less than an empty fluttering leather jacket." "Parson has seen him before, I think," said Isaac. Then the parson of Brönö grew angry.
"But I can't bury a sea-boot," quoth the parson. The fellow scratched his head. "Na, na!" said he. Then he wanted to know how much there ought to be of a human body before it could have the benefit of Christian burial. "That I cannot exactly tell you," said the parson; "a tooth, or a finger, or hair clippings is not enough to read the burial service over.
But I should like to know what he wants in return." The billows burst, and the blast howled around him. "Only some two or three shovels of earth on a rotten sea-boot and a mouldy skin-jacket," said Isaac.
"It is selfish, I know, but doing what, doing what?" cried the young fisherman, in complete despair, and stamping his sea-boot on the ground. "Doing what?" returned the captain. "Something!
I bent down to take off my sea-boots, and cold sweat dropped off my forehead, and my pulse rose with a kind of jerk to a rapid beating, like a hammer. I left one sea-boot on. At 1 p.m. a deputation of the crew came aft, and in whispered voices implored me to surface the boat and make a last effort on the surface.
I was turning away, with the intention of going upon deck and asking the second mate if he had heard anything, when my eyes fell suddenly upon something which projected from under the table. It was the leg of a man a leg with a long sea-boot upon it. I stooped, and there was a figure sprawling upon his face, his arms thrown forward and his body twisted.
Then Isaac looked straight into the parson's face. "The sea-boot has been heavy enough on my conscience," said he; "and I'm sure I don't want to be saddled with the leather jacket as well." "I tell you I don't mean to cast consecrated earth to the winds," said the parson; he was getting wroth. Isaac scratched his head again. "Na, na!" said he. And with that he had to be content and go home.
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