The Young Trawler

The Young Trawler, by R.M.
Ballantyne

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Title: The Young Trawler
Author: R.M. Ballantyne
Release Date: June 6, 2007 [EBook #21713]
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THE YOUNG TRAWLER, BY R.M. BALLANTYNE.
CHAPTER ONE.
INTRODUCES DEEP-SEA FISHERMEN AND THEIR FAMILIES.

On a certain breezy morning in October--not many years ago--a
wilderness of foam rioted wildly over those dangerous sands which lie
off the port of Yarmouth, where the Evening Star, fishing-smack, was
getting ready for sea.
In one of the narrow lanes or "Rows" peculiar to that town, the skipper
of the smack stood at his own door, grumbling. He was a broad burly
man, a little past the prime of life, but prematurely aged by hard work
and hard living.
"He's always out o' the way when he's wanted, an' always in the way
when he's not wanted," said the skipper angrily to his wife, of whom he
was at the moment taking, as one of his mates remarked, a tender
farewell.
"Don't be hard on him, David," pleaded the wife, tearfully, as she
looked up in her husband's face.
"He's only a bit thoughtless; and I shouldn't wonder if he was already
down at the smack."
"If he's not," returned the fisherman with a frown, as he clenched his
huge right hand--and a hard and horny hand it was, from constant
grappling with ropes, oars, hand-spikes, and the like--"if he's not, I'll--"
He stopped abruptly, as he looked down at his wife's eyes, and the
frown faded. No wonder, for that wife's eyes were soft and gentle, and
her face was fair and very attractive as well as refined in expression,
though not particularly pretty.
"Well, old girl, come, I won't be hard on 'im. Now I'm off,--good-day."
And with that the fisherman stooped to kiss his wife, who returned the
salute with interest. At the same time she thrust a packet into his hand.
"What's this, Nell?"
"A Testament, David--from me. It will do your soul good if you will
read it. And the tract wrapped round it is from a lady."

The frown returned to the man's face as he growled--"What lady?"
"The lady with the curious name, who was down here last summer for
sea-bathing; don't you remember Miss Ruth Dotropy? It is a
temperance tract."
David Bright made a motion as though he were about to fling the parcel
away, but he thought better of it, and thrust it into the capacious pocket
of his rough coat. The brow cleared again as he left his wife, who
called after him, "Don't be hard on Billy, David; remember he's our
only one--and he's not bad, just a little thoughtless."
"Never fear, Nell, I'll make a man of him."
Lighting a large pipe as he spoke, the skipper of the Evening Star
nodded farewell, and sauntered away.
In another of the narrow lanes of Yarmouth another fisherman stood at
his own door, also taking leave of his wife. This man was the mate--
just engaged--of David Bright's vessel, and very different in some
respects from the skipper, being tall, handsome, fresh and young--not
more than twenty-four--as well as powerful of build. His wife, a
good-looking young woman, with their first-born in her arms, had
bidden him good-bye.
We will not trouble the reader with more of their parting conversation
than the last few words.
"Now, Maggie, dear, whatever you do, take care o' that blessed babby."
"Trust me for that, Joe," said Maggie, imprinting a kiss of considerable
violence and fervour on the said baby, which gazed at its mother--as it
gazed at everything--in blank amazement.
"An' don't forget to see Miss Ruth, if you can, or send a message to her,
about that matter."
"I'll not forget, Joe."

The mate of the Evening Star bestowed a parting kiss of extreme
gentleness on the wondering infant, and hastened away.
He had not proceeded far when he encountered a creature which filled
his heart with laughter. Indeed Joe Davidson's heart was easily filled
with emotions of every kind, for he was an unusually sympathetic
fellow, and rather fond of a joke.
The creature referred to was a small boy of thirteen years of age or
thereabouts, with a pretty little face, a Grecian little nose, a rose-bud of
a mouth, curly fair hair, bright blue eyes, and a light handsome frame,
which, however, was