The Belted Seas | Page 2

eyes, sometimes he would start in talking
and flow on like a river, calm, sober, and untiring, and yet again he

would be silent for hours. Some might have thought him melancholy,
for his manner was of the gravest.
We were speaking of hotels, that stormy afternoon when the distant
surf was moaning and the wind heaping the snow against the doors, and
when the clock had struck, he said slowly:
"I kept a hotel once. It was in '72 or a bit before. It's a good trade."
And none of us disputed it was a good trade, as keeping a man indoors
in stormy weather.
"Was it like Pemberton's?"
"No, not like Pemberton's."
"Seaside?"
"No, inland a bit."
"Summer hotel?"
"Aye, summer hotel. Always summer there."
"It must have paid!"
"Aye, she paid. It was in South America."
"South America?"
"Aye, Stevey Todd and I ran her. She was put up in New Bedford by
Smith and Morgan, and Stevey Todd and I ran her in South America."
"How so? Do they export hotels to South America?"
"There ain't any steady trade in 'em." And no more would he say just
then. For he was that kind of a man, Captain Tom, He would talk or he
would not, as suited him.

Uncle Abimelech was tall and old, and had a long white beard, and was
thin in the legs, not to say uncertain on them, and he appeared to
wander in his mind as well as in his legs. Stevey Todd was stout, with a
smooth, fair face, and in temperament fond of arguing, though cautious
about it. For that winter afternoon, when I remarked, hearing the
whistling wind and the thunder of the surf, "It blows hard, Mr. Todd,"
Stevey Todd answered cautiously, "If you called it brisk, I wouldn't
maybe argue it, but 'hard' I'd argue," and Pemberton said agreeably,
"Why, when you put it that way, you're right, not but the meaning was
good, ain't a doubt of it;" and Uncle Abimelech, getting hold of a loose
end in his mind, piped up, singing:
"She blows aloft, she blows alow, Take in your topsails early;"
whereas there was no doubt at all about its blowing hard. But Stevey
Todd was the kind of a man that liked to argue in good order.
The meanwhile Captain Buckingham had said nothing so far that
afternoon, except on the subject of hotel-keeping in South America.
But when Stevey Todd offered to admit that it blew "brisk, but when
you say hard, I argue it;" and when Uncle Abimelech piped:
"She blows aloft, she blows alow, Take in your topsails early;"
Then Captain Buckingham, who sat leaning forward smoking, with his
elbows on his knees, staring at the fire, at last, without stirring in his
chair, he spoke up, and said, "She blows all right," and we waited,
thinking he might say more.
"Pemberton," he went on, "the seaman follows his profit and luck
around the world. You sit by your chimney and they come to you. And
if I was doing it again, or my old ship, the Annalee, was to come
banging and bouncing at this door, saying 'Have a cruise, Captain
Buckingham; rise up!' I'd say: 'You go dock yourself.'"
"She might, if she came overland, maybe," said Stevey Todd, "seeing it
blows brisk, which I admits and I stands by, for she was a tall sailing
ship was the Annalee."

"She was that," said Captain Tom; "the best ship I ever sailed in,
barring the Hebe Maitland."
Whereat Stevey Todd said, "There was a ship!" and Uncle Abimelech
piped up again, singing these singular words:
"There was a ship In Bailey's Slip. One evil day We sailed away From
Bailey's Slip We sailed away, with Captain Clyde, An old, old man
with a copper hide, In the Hebe Maitland sailed, Hooroar! And fetched
the coast of Ecuador."
"Aye," said Captain Tom. "Those were Kid Sadler's verses. There's
many of 'em that Abe can say over, and he can glue a tune to 'em well,
for he's got that kind of a memory that's loose, but stringy and long, and
he always had. There's only Abe and Stevey Todd and me left of the
Hebe Maitland's crew, unless Sadler and Little Irish maybe, for I left
them in Burmah, and they may be there. But what I was going to say,
Pemberton, is, I made a mistake somewhere."
"Why," said Pemberton, "there you may be right."
"For I was that kind of young one," the captain went on, "which if he's
blown up with dynamite, he comes down remarking it's breezy up there.
I was that careless."
Then we drew nearer and knew that Captain Buckingham was hauling
up his anchor, and maybe would take us on a long