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[Tiny she looked on the grating—that oily, treacly

sea-] Hundred and eighteen East, remember, and South

just three. Easy bearings to carry-three South-three to the

dot; But I gave McAndrews a copy in case of dying-or

not. And so you'll write to McAndrews, he's Chief of

the Maori Line; They'll give him leave, if you ask 'em and say it's

business o' mine. I built three boats for the Maoris, an' very well

pleased they were, An' I've known Mac since the Fifties, and Mac knew

me and her.

After the first stroke warned me I sent him the

money to keep Against the time you'd claim it, committin' your

dad to the deep; For you are the son o' my body, and Mac was my

oldest friend, I've never asked ’im to dinner, but he'll see it out

to the end. Stiff-necked Glasgow beggar, I've heard he's

prayed for my soul,

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But he couldn't lie if you paid him, and he'd starve

before he stole. He'll take the Mary in ballast-you'll find her a

lively ship; And you'll take Sir Anthony Gloster, that goes on

his wedding-trip, Lashed in our old deck-cabin with all three port

holes wide, The kick o' the screw beneath him and the round

blue seas outside! Sir Anthony Gloster's carriage-our 'ouse-flag fly

in’ freeTen thousand men on the pay-roll and forty

freighters at sea! He made himself and a million, but this world is

a fleetin' show, And he'll go to the wife of 'is bosom the same as

he ought to go. By the heel of the Paternosters—there isn't a chance

to mistake-And Mac'll pay you the money as soon as the bub

bles break! Five thousand for six weeks' cruising, the stanch

est freighter afloat, And Mac he'll give you your bonus the minute I'm He'll take you round to Macassar, and you'll come

out o' the boat!

back alone; He knows what I want o' the Mary. ... I'll do

what I please with my own. Your mother 'ud call it wasteful, but I've seven

and-thirty more; I'll come in my private carriage and bid it wait at

the door. .. For my son 'e was never a credit: 'e muddled

with books and art, And 'e lived on Sir Anthony's money and 'e broke

Sir Anthony's heart. There isn't even a grandchild, and the Gloster

family's doneThe only one you left me, O mother, the only

one! Harrer an' Trinity College! Me slavin' early an’

late, An' he thinks I'm dyin' crazy, and you're in Ma

cassar Strait! Flesh o' my flesh, my dearie, for ever an' ever

amen, That first stroke come for a warning; I ought to

ha' gone to you then, But-cheap repairs for a cheap 'un-the doctors Mary, why didn't you warn me? I've allus heeded

said I'd do:

to you,

Excep'-I know-about women; but you are a

spirit now; An', wife, they was only women, and I was a man.

That's how.
An' a man 'e must go with a woman, as you

could not understand; But I never talked 'em secrets. I paid 'em out o'

hand. Thank Gawd, I can pay for my fancies! Now

what's five thousand to me, For a berth off the Paternosters in the haven where

I would be ?

I believe in the Resurrection, if I read my Bible

plain, But I wouldn't trust 'em at Wokin'; we're safer at

sea again. For the heart it shall go with the treasure-go

down to the sea in ships. I'm sick of the hired women–I'll kiss my girl on

her lips! I'll be content with my fountain, I'll drink from my

own well, And the wife of my youth shall charm me-an' the

rest can go to Hell !

(Dickie, he will, that's certain.) I'll lie in our

standin'-bed, An' Mac'll take her in ballast—and she trims best

by the head.. Down by the head an' sinkin'. Her fires are drawn

and cold, And the water's splashin' hollow on the skin of

the empty holdChurning an' choking and chuckling, quiet and

scummy and darkFull to her lower hatches and risin' steady.

Hark!

That was the after-bulkhead. ... she's flooded

from stem to stern.

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Never seen death yet, Dickie? .

your time to learn!

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