The Belted Seas | Page 4

United States, and we stand
by them laws. We're decent and we stick to our country's laws as duty
is. Why now, I'm thinking of taking you, for I see you're a likely lad,
and one that will argue for his principles. Good wages, good food, good
treatment; will you go?" The last was shot out and cut off close behind,
his lips shutting like a pair of scissors. I says, "That's what I'll do," and
didn't know there was anything odd about it. It might have been the
average way a shipmaster picked up a man for aught I knew. I shipped
on the bark Hebe Maitland as ordinary seaman.
The shipping news of that week contained this item:
"Sailed, Bark, Hebe Maitland, Clyde, Merchandise for Porto del Rey."
Now, there is such a place as Porto del Rey, for I was there once, but
not till twenty years later.
The Hebe Maitland didn't always go to the place she was billed for, and
when she did she was apt to be a month late, and likely couldn't have
told what she'd been doing in the meantime. Somebody had been doing
something, but it wasn't the _Hebe Maitland_. Ships may have notions
for aught I know, and the Hebe Maitland was no fool, but if so, I judge
she couldn't have straightened it out without help; and if she argued and
got mad about it, that was no more than appropriate, for we all argued
on the Hebe Maitland.
I've spoken of Captain Clyde. The crew, except one man called "Irish,"
were all Yankee folk that Clyde had trained, and most of them had been
caught young and sailed with him already some years. I never saw so
odd an acting crew in the way of arguing. I've seen Clyde and the bos'n
with the Bible between them, arguing over it by the hour. It was a
singular crew to argue. Stevey Todd here, who was cook, was a Baptist
and a Democrat, and the mate he was a Presbyterian and Republican,
and the bos'n he was for Women's Rights, and there was a man named
Simms, who was strong on Predestination and had a theory of trade
winds, but he got to arguing once with a man in Mobile, who didn't

understand Predestination and shot him full of holes, supposing it
might be dangerous. It was a singular crew, and especially in the matter
of arguing.
They were all older than I. Stevey Todd was a few years older. I
recognised Abe Dalrimple here, for he came from Adrian, though I'd
seen him but seldom before. Three more I'll name, Kid Sadler, J. R.
Craney, and Jimmy Hagan, who was called Irish; for they were ones
that I had to do with later. I never met another crew like the Hebe
Maitland's. I guess there never was one.
Aboard and under Clyde's eye they were a quiet crew, even Sadler, who
wasn't what you'd call submissive by nature, but in port, Clyde would
now and then let them run riotous. He was a little, old, dried up, and
odd man with a vein of piousness in him, and he could handle men in a
way that was very mysterious.
The fourth day out of New York, as I recollect it, was fair, the sun
shining, and everything peaceful except on board the _Hebe Maitland.
But on the Hebe Maitland_ the men were running around with paint
pots and hauling out canvas from below. Nobody seemed to tell me
what was the matter. The Hebe Maitland's hull was any kind of a dingy
black, but the rails, canvas, tarpaulins, and companion were all white.
By the end of the day almost everything had modified. They'd got a
kind of fore-shortening out of the bowsprit, and another set of canvas
partly up that was dirty and patched. The boats were shifted and
recovered, cupola taken off the cabin, and the whole look of the ship
altered in mid-sea. Then Clyde came out of his cabin with a board in
his hand, and they unscrewed the Hebe Maitland's name from forward
under the anchor hole, and the Hebe Maitland in gilt was the Hawk in
white.
I went off and sat down on a coil of rope, and the more I thought it over,
the more I didn't make it out.
After that I heard lively talking forward a little, and there was Captain
Clyde, the bos'n, mate, Stevey Todd, and some others arguing.

The bos'n was saying he hadn't "sworn no allegiance to no country but
the United States, an' there ain't no United States laws," he says,
"against dodging South American customs that I ever see nohow, and
being I never see a South American man that took much stock in