A Dream of the North Sea | Page 4

took a brilliant medical degree, and he decided to accept a
professorship of Biology before attempting to practise. His reasons for
being out on the North Sea in an autumn gale will come out by degrees.
A gentle-looking man stepped up to Ferrier and laid a white hand on
his arm. "We shall never interfere with you in the least degree, my dear
Ferrier. We'll take such help as you can give. We need all we can get.
When you are fairly in the thick of our work you will perhaps
understand that we have vital need of religion to keep us up at all. You
can't tell what an appalling piece of work there is before us; but I give
you my word that if religion were not a vital part of my being, if I did
not believe that God is watching every action and leading us in our
blind struggles, I should faint at my task; I should long for extinction,
though only cowards seek it of their own accord."
A quiet, short man broke in here. He had sat smiling softly as the talk
went on. His face was gently humorous, and all the signs of a placid
and pure life were there. This smiling philosopher said, "That's right,
Fullerton. Ferrier's like my old mare used to be in the days when she
was a little peacocky and fiery--she always wanted to rush her journeys.
She steps soberly now. We'll teach him something before we've done
with him. You know, my dear boy, you must understand that the
greater number of these men are, well--uncultivated, do you understand.
They're not so squalid, perhaps, as Lapps or Esquimaux, but they're
mostly as dense. We've fought hard for a long time, and we're making
some headway; but we can do little, and if we could not get at our men
by religion we couldn't manage at all. I've brought you into a queer
country, and you must be prepared for a pretty set of surprises. My
sister and my niece have been out before, and I persuaded Mrs. Walton
and Miss Dearsley to take a turn. As soon as my people have got over
their troubles we'll all make a dead set at you, you audacious young
materialist that you are." Then John Blair smiled gently once more, and
there was a certain pride visible as his sad eyes twinkled on his young
favourite.
This company of kind folks were all of the sort called evangelical, and
they were bound on a strange errand, the like of which had brought one

of the men out to sea many times before. The yacht was now chasing
one of the great North Sea trawling fleets, and Fullerton's idea was to
let the gallant young doctor see something of the wild work that goes
on among the fishing-boats when the weather is ugly.
The dark, solemn young lady sat very still while the men talked, and
her face had that air of intense attention which is so impressive when it
is not simulated. I think she was a spiritual relative of Joan of Arc and
Madame Roland. It seems dreadful to say so, but I am not sure that she
would not have played Charlotte Corday's part had occasion arisen. In
low, full tones she asked, "Did no one ever work among the fishers
before Mr. Fullerton found them out?" "No one, except the fellows who
sold vile spirits, my dear," said Blair.
"Not a single surgeon?"
"Not one. That's why we decided to kidnap Ferrier. We want to give
him a proper school of surgery to practise in--genuine raw material, and
plenty of it, and you must help us to keep him in order. Fancy his trying
to convert us; he'll try to convert you next, if you don't mind!"
The girl paid no heed to the banter. She went on as if in a reverie.
"It is enough to bring a judgment on a nation, all the idle women and
idle men. Mamma told me that a brewer's wife paid two thousand
pounds for flowers in one month. Why cannot you speak to women?"
"We mustn't blame the poor ladies," said Fullerton: "how could they
know? Plenty of people told them about Timbuctoo, and Jerusalem, and
Madagascar, and North and South America, but this region's just a trifle
out of the way. A lady may easily sign a cheque or pack a missionary's
medicine-chest, but she could not come out here among dangers and
filth and discomfort, and the men ashore are not much pluckier. No; in
my experience of English people I've always found them lavish with
their help, only you must let them know what to help. There's the
point."
"And you've begun, dear Mr. Fullerton, have you