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IX。















Every　passage　of　a　ship　of　yesterday；　whose　yards　were　braced　round



eagerly　the　very　moment　the　pilot；　with　his　pockets　full　of



letters；　had　got　over　the　side；　was　like　a　race　…　a　race　against



time；　against　an　ideal　standard　of　achievement　outstripping　the



expectations　of　common　men。　　Like　all　true　art；　the　general　conduct



of　a　ship　and　her　handling　in　particular　cases　had　a　technique



which　could　be　discussed　with　delight　and　pleasure　by　men　who　found



in　their　work；　not　bread　alone；　but　an　outlet　for　the　peculiarities



of　their　temperament。　　To　get　the　best　and　truest　effect　from　the



infinitely　varying　moods　of　sky　and　sea；　not　pictorially；　but　in



the　spirit　of　their　calling；　was　their　vocation；　one　and　all；　and



they　recognised　this　with　as　much　sincerity；　and　drew　as　much



inspiration　from　this　reality；　as　any　man　who　ever　put　brush　to



canvas。　　The　diversity　of　temperaments　was　immense　amongst　those



masters　of　the　fine　art。







Some　of　them　were　like　Royal　Academicians　of　a　certain　kind。　　They



never　startled　you　by　a　touch　of　originality；　by　a　fresh　audacity



of　inspiration。　　They　were　safe；　very　safe。　　They　went　about



solemnly　in　the　assurance　of　their　consecrated　and　empty



reputation。　　Names　are　odious；　but　I　remember　one　of　them　who　might



have　been　their　very　president；　the　P。R。A。　of　the　sea…craft。　　His



weather…beaten　and　handsome　face；　his　portly　presence；　his　shirt…



fronts　and　broad　cuffs　and　gold　links；　his　air　of　bluff



distinction；　impressed　the　humble　beholders　（stevedores；　tally



clerks；　tide…waiters）　as　he　walked　ashore　over　the　gangway　of　his



ship　lying　at　the　Circular　Quay　in　Sydney。　　His　voice　was　deep；



hearty；　and　authoritative　…　the　voice　of　a　very　prince　amongst



sailors。　　He　did　everything　with　an　air　which　put　your　attention　on



the　alert　and　raised　your　expectations；　but　the　result　somehow　was



always　on　stereotyped　lines；　unsuggestive；　empty　of　any　lesson　that



one　could　lay　to　heart。　　He　kept　his　ship　in　apple…pie　order；　which



would　have　been　seamanlike　enough　but　for　a　finicking　touch　in　its



details。　　His　officers　affected　a　superiority　over　the　rest　of　us；



but　the　boredom　of　their　souls　appeared　in　their　manner　of　dreary



submission　to　the　fads　of　their　commander。　　It　was　only　his



apprenticed　boys　whose　irrepressible　spirits　were　not　affected　by



the　solemn　and　respectable　mediocrity　of　that　artist。　　There　were



four　of　these　youngsters：　　one　the　son　of　a　doctor；　another　of　a



colonel；　the　third　of　a　jeweller；　the　name　of　the　fourth　was



Twentyman；　and　this　is　all　I　remember　of　his　parentage。　　But　not



one　of　them　seemed　to　possess　the　smallest　spark　of　gratitude　in



his　composition。　　Though　their　commander　was　a　kind　man　in　his　way；



and　had　made　a　point　of　introducing　them　to　the　best　people　in　the



town　in　order　that　they　should　not　fall　into　the　bad　company　of



boys　belonging　to　other　ships；　I　regret　to　say　that　they　made　faces



at　him　behind　his　back；　and　imitated　the　dignified　carriage　of　his



head　without　any　concealment　whatever。







This　master　of　the　fine　art　was　a　personage　and　nothing　more；　but；



as　I　have　said；　there　was　an　infinite　diversity　of　temperament



amongst　the　masters　of　the　fine　art　I　have　known。　　Some　were　great



impressionists。　　They　impressed　upon　you　the　fear　of　God　and



Immensity　…　or；　in　other　words；　the　fear　of　being　drowned　with



every　circumstance　of　terrific　grandeur。　　One　may　think　that　the



locality　of　your　passing　away　by　means　of　suffocation　in　water　does



not　really　matter　very　much。　　I　am　not　so　sure　of　that。　　I　am；



perhaps；　unduly　sensitive；　but　I　confess　that　the　idea　of　being



suddenly　spilt　into　an　infuriated　ocean　in　the　midst　of　darkness



and　uproar　affected　me　always　with　a　sensation　of　shrinking



distaste。　　To　be　drowned　in　a　pond；　though　it　might　be　called　an



ignominious　fate　by　the　ignorant；　is　yet　a　bright　and　peaceful



ending　in　comparison　with　some　other　endings　to　one's　earthly



career　which　I　have　mentally　quaked　at　in　the　intervals　or　even　in



the　midst　of　violent　exertions。







But　let　that　pass。　　Some　of　the　masters　whose　influence　left　a



trace　upon　my　character　to　this　very　day；　combined　a　fierceness　of



conception　with　a　certitude　of　execution　upon　the　basis　of　just



appreciation　of　means　and　ends　which　is　the　highest　quality　of　the



man　of　action。　　And　an　artist　is　a　man　of　action；　whether　he



creates　a　personality；　invents　an　expedient；　or　finds　the　issue　of



a　complicated　situation。







There　were　masters；　too；　I　have　known；　whose　very　art　consisted　in



avoiding　every　conceivable　situation。　　It　is　needless　to　say　that



they　never　did　great　things　in　their　craft；　but　they　were　not　to　be



despised　for　that。　　They　were　modest；　they　understood　their



limitations。　　Their　own　masters　had　not　handed　the　sacred　fire　into



the　keeping　of　their　cold　and　skilful　hands。　　One　of　those　last　I



remember　specially；　now　gone　to　his　rest　from　that　sea　which　his



temperament　must　have　made　a　scene　of　little　more　than　a　peaceful



pursuit。　　Once　only　did　he　attempt　a　stroke　of　audacity；　one　early



morning；　with　a　steady　breeze；　entering　a　crowded　roadstead。　　But



he　was　not　genuine　in　this　display　which　might　have　been　art。　　He



was　thinking　of　his　own　self；　he　hankered　after　the　meretricious



glory　of　a　showy　performance。







As；　rounding　a　dark；　wooded　point；　bathed　in　fresh　air　and



sunshine；　we　opened　to　view　a　crowd　of　shipping　at　anchor　lying



half　a　mile　ahead　of　us　perhaps；　he　called　me　aft　from　my　station



on　the　forecastle　head；　and；　turning　over　and　over　his　binoculars



in　his　brown　hands；　said：　　〃Do　you　see　that　big；　heavy　ship　with



white　lower　masts？　　I　am　going　to　take　up　a　berth　between　her　and



the　shore。　　Now　do　you　see　to　it　that　the　men　jump　smartly　at　the



first　order。〃







I　answered；　〃Ay；　ay；　sir；〃　and　verily　believed　that　this　would　be　a



fine　performance。　　We　dashed　on　through　the　fleet　in　magnificent



style。　　There　must　have　been　many　open　mouths　and　following　eyes　on



board　those　ships　…　Dutch；　English；　with　a　sprinkling　of　Americans



and　a　German　or　two　…　who　had　all　hoisted　their　flags　at　eight



o'clock　as　if　in　honour　of　our　arrival。　　It　would　have　been　a　fine



performance　if　it　had　come　off；　but　it　did　not。　　Through　a　touch　of



self…seeking　that　modest　artist　of　solid　merit　became　untrue　to　his



temperament。　　It　was　not　with　him　art　for　art's　sake：　　it　was　art



for　his　own　sake；　and　a　dismal　failure　was　the　penalty　he　paid　for



that　greatest　of　sins。　　It　might　have　been　even　heavier；　but；　as　it



happened；　we　did　not　run　our　ship　ashore；　nor　did　we　knock　a　large



hole　in　the　big　ship　whose　lower　masts　were　painted　white。　　But　it



is　a　wonder　that　we　did　not　carry　away　the　cables　of　both　our



anchors；　for；　as　may　be　imagined；　I　did　not　stand　upon　the　order　to



〃Let　go！〃　that　came　to　me　in　a　quavering；　quite　unknown　voice　from



his　trembling　lips。　　I　let　them　both　go　with　a　celerity　which　to



this　day　astonishes　my　memory。　　No　average　merchantman's　anchors



have　ever　been　let　go　with　such　miraculous　smartness。　　And　they



both　held。　　I　could　have　kissed　their　rough；　cold　iron　palms　in



gratitude　if　they　had　not　been　buried　in　slimy　mud　under　ten



fathoms　of　water。　　Ultimately　they　brought　us　up　with　the　jibboom



of　a　Dutch　brig　poking　through　our　spanker　…　nothing　worse。　　And　a



miss　is　as　good　as　a　mile。







But　not　in　art。　　Afterwards　the　master　said　to　me　in　a　shy　mumble；



〃She　wouldn't　luff　up　in　time；　somehow。　　What's　the　matter　with



her？〃　　And　I　made　no　answer。







Yet　the　answer　was　clear。　　The　ship　had　found　out　the　momentary



weakness　of　her　man。　　Of　all　the　living　creatures　upon　land　and



sea；　it　is　ships　alone　that　cannot　be　taken　in　by　barren　pretences；



that　will　not　put　up　with　bad　art　from　their　masters。















X。















From　the　main　truck　of　the　average　tall　ship　the　horizon　describes



a　circle　of　many　miles；　in　which　you　can　see　another　ship　right



down　to　her　water…line；　and　these　very　eyes　which　follow　this



writing　have　counted　in　their　time　over　a　hundred　sail　becalmed；　as



if　within　a　magic　ring；　not　very　far　from　the　Azores　…　ships　more



or　less　tall。　　There　were　hardly　two　of　them　heading　exactly　the



same　way；　as　if　each　had　meditated　breaking　out　of　the　enchanted



circle　at　a　different　point　of　the　compass。　　But　the　spell　of　the



calm　is　a　strong　magic。　　The　following　day　still　saw　them　scattered



within　sight　of　each　other　and　heading　different　ways；　but　when；　at



last；　the　breeze　came　with　the　darkling　ripple　that　ran　very　blue



on　a　pale　sea；　they　all　went　in　the　same　direction　together。　　For



this　was　the　homeward…bound　fleet　from　the　far…off　ends　of　the



earth；　and　a　Falmouth　frui