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his leisure of a retired sailor〃to play with;〃 as he ex…



pressed it himself。







He had formally declared himself tired of the sea the



year preceding his daughter's marriage。  But after the



young couple had gone to settle in Melbourne he found



out that he could not make himself happy on shore。  He



was too much of a merchant sea…captain for mere yacht…



ing to satisfy him。  He wanted the illusion of affairs;



and his acquisition of the Fair Maid preserved the con…



tinuity of his life。  He introduced her to his acquaint…



ances in various ports as 〃my last command。〃  When



he grew too old to be trusted with a ship; he would



lay her up and go ashore to be buried; leaving directions



in his will to have the bark towed out and scuttled



decently in deep water on the day of the funeral。  His



daughter would not grudge him the satisfaction of



knowing that no stranger would handle his last command



after him。  With the fortune he was able to leave her;



the value of a 500…ton bark was neither here nor there。



All this would be said with a jocular twinkle in his eye:



the vigorous old man had too much vitality for the sen…



timentalism of regret; and a little wistfully withal; be…



cause he was at home in life; taking a genuine pleasure



in its feelings and its possessions; in the dignity of his



reputation and his wealth; in his love for his daughter;



and in his satisfaction with the shipthe plaything of



his lonely leisure。







He had the cabin arranged in accordance with his



simple ideal of comfort at sea。  A big bookcase (he was



a great reader) occupied one side of his stateroom; the



portrait of his late wife; a flat bituminous oil…painting



representing the profile and one long black ringlet of



a young woman; faced his bedplace。  Three chronometers



ticked him to sleep and greeted him on waking with



the tiny competition of their beats。  He rose at five every



day。  The officer of the morning watch; drinking his



early cup of coffee aft by the wheel; would hear through



the wide orifice of the copper ventilators all the splash…



ings; blowings; and splutterings of his captain's toilet。



These noises would be followed by a sustained deep



murmur of the Lord's Prayer recited in a loud earnest



voice。  Five minutes afterwards the head and shoulders



of Captain Whalley emerged out of the companion…



hatchway。  Invariably he paused for a while on the



stairs; looking all round at the horizon; upwards at the



trim of the sails; inhaling deep draughts of the fresh



air。  Only then he would step out on the poop; acknowl…



edging the hand raised to the peak of the cap with a



majestic and benign 〃Good morning to you。〃  He



walked the deck till eight scrupulously。  Sometimes; not



above twice a year; he had to use a thick cudgel…like



stick on account of a stiffness in the hipa slight touch



of rheumatism; he supposed。  Otherwise he knew nothing



of the ills of the flesh。  At the ringing of the breakfast



bell he went below to feed his canaries; wind up the



chronometers; and take the head of the table。  From



there he had before his eyes the big carbon photographs



of his daughter; her husband; and two fat…legged babies



his grandchildrenset in black frames into the maple…



wood bulkheads of the cuddy。  After breakfast he dusted



the glass over these portraits himself with a cloth; and



brushed the oil painting of his wife with a plumate kept



suspended from a small brass hook by the side of the



heavy gold frame。  Then with the door of his state…



room shut; he would sit down on the couch under the



portrait to read a chapter out of a thick pocket Bible



her Bible。  But on some days he only sat there for



half an hour with his finger between the leaves and the



closed book resting on his knees。  Perhaps he had re…



membered suddenly how fond of boat…sailing she used



to be。







She had been a real shipmate and a true woman too。



It was like an article of faith with him that there never



had been; and never could be; a brighter; cheerier home



anywhere afloat or ashore than his home under the poop…



deck of the Condor; with the big main cabin all white



and gold; garlanded as if for a perpetual festival with



an unfading wreath。  She had decorated the center of



every panel with a cluster of home flowers。  It took her



a twelvemonth to go round the cuddy with this labor



of love。  To him it had remained a marvel of painting;



the highest achievement of taste and skill; and as to



old Swinburne; his mate; every time he came down to



his meals he stood transfixed with admiration before the



progress of the work。  You could almost smell these



roses; he declared; sniffing the faint flavor of turpentine



which at that time pervaded the saloon; and (as he con…



fessed afterwards) made him somewhat less hearty than



usual in tackling his food。  But there was nothing of



the sort to interfere with his enjoyment of her singing。



〃Mrs。 Whalley is a regular out…and…out nightingale;



sir;〃 he would pronounce with a judicial air after listen…



ing profoundly over the skylight to the very end of the



piece。  In fine weather; in the second dog…watch; the two



men could hear her trills and roulades going on to the



accompaniment of the piano in the cabin。  On the very



day they got engaged he had written to London for the



instrument; but they had been married for over a year



before it reached them; coming out round the Cape。



The big case made part of the first direct general cargo



landed in Hongkong harboran event that to the men



who walked the busy quays of to…day seemed as hazily



remote as the dark ages of history。  But Captain Whal…



ley could in a half hour of solitude live again all his



life; with its romance; its idyl; and its sorrow。  He had



to close her eyes himself。  She went away from under



the ensign like a sailor's wife; a sailor herself at heart。



He had read the service over her; out of her own prayer…



book; without a break in his voice。  When he raised his



eyes he could see old Swinburne facing him with his cap



pressed to his breast; and his rugged; weather…beaten;



impassive face streaming with drops of water like a



lump of chipped red granite in a shower。  It was all



very well for that old sea…dog to cry。  He had to read



on to the end; but after the splash he did not remember



much of what happened for the next few days。  An



elderly sailor of the crew; deft at needlework; put to…



gether a mourning frock for the child out of one of



her black skirts。







He was not likely to forget; but you cannot dam up



life like a sluggish stream。  It will break out and flow



over a man's troubles; it will close upon a sorrow like



the sea upon a dead body; no matter how much love has



gone to the bottom。  And the world is not bad。  People



had been very kind to him; especially Mrs。 Gardner; the



wife of the senior partner in Gardner; Patteson; & Co。;



the owners of the Condor。  It was she who volunteered



to look after the little one; and in due course took her



to England (something of a journey in those days;



even by the overland mail route) with her own girls to



finish her education。  It was ten years before he saw her



again。







As a little child she had never been frightened of bad



weather; she would beg to be taken up on deck in the



bosom of his oilskin coat to watch the big seas hurling



themselves upon the Condor。  The swirl and crash of the



waves seemed to fill her small soul with a breathless de…



light。  〃A good boy spoiled;〃 he used to say of her in



joke。  He had named her Ivy because of the sound of



the word; and obscurely fascinated by a vague associa…



tion of ideas。  She had twined herself tightly round his



heart; and he intended her to cling close to her father as



to a tower of strength; forgetting; while she was little;



that in the nature of things she would probably elect



to cling to someone else。  But he loved life well enough



for even that event to give him a certain satisfaction;



apart from his more intimate feeling of loss。







After he had purchased the Fair Maid to occupy his



loneliness; he hastened to accept a rather unprofitable



freight to Australia simply for the opportunity of seeing



his daughter in her own home。  What made him dis…



satisfied there was not to see that she clung now to some…



body else; but that the prop she had selected seemed on



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