The Munity of the Elsinore

His face was stolid and ox like, and as he shuffled and dragged his brogans over the deck he paused e

ing the matter with him and that his action was purely a habit. His face reminded me of the Man with

f the fine American sailing ship Elsinore r

ived all sailors to be like. He had come off a training ship, the mate told me, and this was his first voyage to sea. His face was keen cut, alert, as were his bodi

a snarl of ominous expectancy. Those already on board were the miscellaneous ones who had shippe

e (or Malay) and Italian half-caste, the mate told me, was an able seama

hopper an' cow walloper these days is an able seaman. That's the way they rank and are paid. The merchant se

r show any signs of intoxication. Not until afterward was I to know that his

" he said, "rather than to a lived to see

sinore is considered one

gon carrier. She ain't built for sailin', an' if she w

taghound, Harvey Birch,Canvas back, Fleetwing, Sea Serpent, Northern Light! An' when I think of the f

sig

unpacking my things, so I paced up and down the deck with the huge Mr. Pike. Huge he was in all conscience

id figure of a ma

adly, and I caught the whiff

led hands. Any finger woul

d have made th

o you weigh

my day, at my best, I tipped

," I said, returning to the

ty-nine days eighty-nine days, sir, from Sandy Hook to 'Frisco. Sixty men for'ard that wasmen, an' eight boys, an' drive! drive! drive! Three hundred an' seventy-four miles for a day's run under

ckson tie her?" I asked

hat he was

was his p

years before that, and this is 1913 why,

ld," he chuckled. "My mo

around in ninety-nine days half the crew in irons most o' the time, five men lost from aloft off the

to know who done it, an' drive! drive! drive! ninety-nine days from land to

e you sixty-nine ye

ese days. A generation of 'em would die under the things I've been through. Did you ever hear