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the trust
he had in the skipper that didn't know his business, and I looks at my
boy and at his mother, and Sarah's face came to me; and who's to
gainsay a woman whose son lies drowned? So my boy and me we put
out that night and was there next morning in our big wreckin'-tug.
'Twas a cold day, but clear, only there was a big sea runnin', makin' it
dangerous, everybody said, to be lyin' alongside her. And, I suppose
because o' that, my boy wanted to do the divin', but 'twas me that went
down and fastened the chains so she wouldn't slip off into the deep
water; and then I came up to rest, and it was while I was up restin' that
the chains slipped and she slid off and on to a ledge twenty fathoms
down. Twenty fathoms is deep water for divin'--but one or two 'd been
that deep before, and what one man has done another can do--and I'd
promised the mother to bring her son home to her.
I went down and made fast the chains again, and then I went inside her
to make one job of it, though I'd told the lad I'd come up after I'd made
fast the chains. I needed no pilot--I'd been on her often enough--though
I did find use for the patent electric hand-light I'd carried. Down the big
staircase I went, through the big saloon, and toward his quarters I felt
my way--through the fine cabin and the marble bath-room and his own
room--all as rich and comfortable as in his own home ashore.
It was deep down, as I said--maybe too deep to be stayin' so long--but
I'd never known what it was to give up on a job, and I kept on.
I found him ... and he wasn't alone.
And hard enough it was on me, for never a hint had I of it. 'Twas my
boy hauled me up that day. No signal o' mine, but I was gone so long
he feared I'd come to harm below.
When I found myself better I made ready to go down again, for once
you've promised to do a thing there's nothin' but to do it. But just as
they were about to slip my helmet on, me with my foot on the ladder,
the chain that was holding her slipped again, and into two hundred
fathoms she went--too deep for any diver in this world ever to raise her.
I thought of his mother and I grieved for her, and it was the first job,

too, that ever I'd messed.
"Never mind," says my son. "Twas me, not you. Nobody that knows
you, father, will blame you." A great lad that, and his brother, too--off
their mother's model--both of 'em. Sarah said I'd never have to worry
about them, and I haven't, but I wish she'd lived to have the joy of
them.
I don't remember much more of that, but when I got back to the office
there was a letter from her. But I never read it. Nothing it could tell me
then that I hadn't already guessed.
'Isn't often now it comes so to me, things being' generally dim in my
mind, as I say, slipping away and drawing nigh, like ships in a lifting
fog-but to-day--like that day--a winter's day and sunny and cold--with
the seas running like white-maned ponies before the gale in the bay
below there--as it is now--always on a day like this it comes clearer to
me.

LAYING THE HOSE-PIPE GHOST
Sometimes, for one reason or another, or perhaps without reason at all,
it just happens. So, say a handful of gossiping yeomen find themselves
together, and when that comes about, from some member (if the
session stretches to any length at all) is sure to come a story of
particular interest to the guild; and perhaps it ought to be explained that
a yeoman's story is never mistaken in the Navy for a stoker's, a gunner's,
a quartermaster's; never for anybody's but a yeoman's.
One night, a pleasant-enough night topside, but an even pleasanter
night below, at least in our part of the ship below. A few of us were
gathered in the flag office, where Dalton, the flag yeoman, sometimes
allowed us to call when his admiral was ashore. Getting on toward
middle-age was Dalton, with a head of gray-flecked hair and an
old-time school-master's face. A great fellow for books.
In the flag office store-room, which to get into he had only to lift a
hatch in the deck under his revolving chair and let himself drop, he had
a young library, which after-hours he, used to delve into for anybody's
or everybody's benefit. He was particularly strong