We and the World, Part II | Page 3

of were as
true to the life as that, the world's wonders (at least those of them which
begin with the first four letters of the alphabet) must be all that I had
hoped; and perhaps that bee-hive about which Master Isaac and I had
had our jokes, did really yield a "considerable income" to the fortunate
French bee-master!
Loading and unloading, coming and going, lifting and lowering,
shouting and replying, swearing and retorting, creaking and jangling,
shrieking and bumping, cursing and chaffing, the noise and restlessness
of men and things were utterly bewildering. I had often heard of a
Babel of sounds, but I had never before heard anything so like what one
might fancy it must have been when that great crowd of workmen
broke up, and left building their tower, in a confounding of language
and misunderstanding of speech. For the men who went to and fro in
these docks, each his own way, jostling and yelling to each other, were
men of all nations, and the confusion was of tongues as well as of work.
At one minute I found myself standing next to a live Chinaman in a
pigtail, who was staring as hard as I at some swarthy supple-bodied
sailors with eager faces, and scant clothing wrapped tightly round them,
chatting to each other in a language as strange to the Chinaman as to
me, their large lustrous eyes returning our curiosity with interest, and
contrasting strangely with the tea-caddy countenance of my elbow
neighbour. Then a turbaned Turk went by, and then two grinning
negroes, and there were lots of men who looked more like Englishmen,

but who spoke with other tongues, and amongst those who loaded and
unloaded in this busy place, which was once of no importance, Irish
brogue seemed the commonest language of all.
One thing made me hopeful--there were plenty of boys no bigger than
myself who were busy working, and therefore earning wages, and as I
saw several lads who were dressed in suits the very counterpart of my
own, I felt sure that my travelling companion had done me a good turn
when he rigged me out in slops. An incident that occurred in the
afternoon made me a little more doubtful about this.
I really had found much to counterbalance the anxieties of my position
in the delightful novelty and variety of life around me, and not a little
to raise my hopes; for I had watched keenly for several hours as much
as I could see from the wharf of what was going on in this ship and that,
and I began to feel less confused. I perceived plainly that a great deal of
every-day sort of work went on in ships as well as in houses, with the
chief difference, in dock at any rate, of being done in public. In the
most free and easy fashion, to the untiring entertainment of crowds of
idlers besides myself, the men and boys on vessel after vessel lying
alongside, washed out their shirts and socks, and hung them up to dry,
cooked their food, cleaned out their pots and pans, tidied their holes
and corners, swept and brushed, and fetched and carried, and did scores
of things which I knew I could do perfectly, for want of something
better to do.
"It's clear there's plenty of dirty work to go on with till one learns
seamanship," I thought, and the thought was an honest satisfaction to
me.
I had always swept Uncle Henry's office, and that had been light work
after cleaning the school-room at Snuffy's. My hands were never likely
to be more chapped at sea than they had been with dirt and snow and
want of things to dry oneself with at school; and as to coal-carrying--
Talking of coals, on board the big ship, out of which great white bales,
strapped with bars of iron, were being pulled up by machinery, and
caught and flung about by the "unloaders," there was a man whose

business it seemed to be to look after the fires, and who seemed also to
have taken a roll in the coal-hole for pleasure; and I saw him find a tin
basin and a square of soap, and a decent rough towel to wash his face
and hands, such as would have been reckoned luxurious in a dormitory
at Snuffy's. Altogether--when a heavy hand was laid suddenly on my
shoulder, and a gruff voice said,
"Well, my young star-gazing greenhorn, and what do you want?"
I replied with alacrity, as well as with more respect than the stranger's
appearance was calculated to inspire, "Please, sir, I want to go to sea,
and I should like to ship for America."
He was not a nice-looking man by any means--far too suggestive of