end of the tether- 第2部分

the　value　of　a　500…ton　bark　was　neither　here　nor　there。



All　this　would　be　said　with　a　jocular　twinkle　in　his　eye：



the　vigorous　old　man　had　too　much　vitality　for　the　sen…



timentalism　of　regret；　and　a　little　wistfully　withal；　be…



cause　he　was　at　home　in　life；　taking　a　genuine　pleasure



in　its　feelings　and　its　possessions；　in　the　dignity　of　his



reputation　and　his　wealth；　in　his　love　for　his　daughter；



and　in　his　satisfaction　with　the　shipthe　plaything　of



his　lonely　leisure。







He　had　the　cabin　arranged　in　accordance　with　his



simple　ideal　of　comfort　at　sea。　　A　big　bookcase　（he　was



a　great　reader）　occupied　one　side　of　his　stateroom；　the



portrait　of　his　late　wife；　a　flat　bituminous　oil…painting



representing　the　profile　and　one　long　black　ringlet　of



a　young　woman；　faced　his　bedplace。　　Three　chronometers



ticked　him　to　sleep　and　greeted　him　on　waking　with



the　tiny　competition　of　their　beats。　　He　rose　at　five　every



day。　　The　officer　of　the　morning　watch；　drinking　his



early　cup　of　coffee　aft　by　the　wheel；　would　hear　through



the　wide　orifice　of　the　copper　ventilators　all　the　splash…



ings；　blowings；　and　splutterings　of　his　captain's　toilet。



These　noises　would　be　followed　by　a　sustained　deep



murmur　of　the　Lord's　Prayer　recited　in　a　loud　earnest



voice。　　Five　minutes　afterwards　the　head　and　shoulders



of　Captain　Whalley　emerged　out　of　the　companion…



hatchway。　　Invariably　he　paused　for　a　while　on　the



stairs；　looking　all　round　at　the　horizon；　upwards　at　the



trim　of　the　sails；　inhaling　deep　draughts　of　the　fresh



air。　　Only　then　he　would　step　out　on　the　poop；　acknowl…



edging　the　hand　raised　to　the　peak　of　the　cap　with　a



majestic　and　benign　〃Good　morning　to　you。〃　　He



walked　the　deck　till　eight　scrupulously。　　Sometimes；　not



above　twice　a　year；　he　had　to　use　a　thick　cudgel…like



stick　on　account　of　a　stiffness　in　the　hipa　slight　touch



of　rheumatism；　he　supposed。　　Otherwise　he　knew　nothing



of　the　ills　of　the　flesh。　　At　the　ringing　of　the　breakfast



bell　he　went　below　to　feed　his　canaries；　wind　up　the



chronometers；　and　take　the　head　of　the　table。　　From



there　he　had　before　his　eyes　the　big　carbon　photographs



of　his　daughter；　her　husband；　and　two　fat…legged　babies



his　grandchildrenset　in　black　frames　into　the　maple…



wood　bulkheads　of　the　cuddy。　　After　breakfast　he　dusted



the　glass　over　these　portraits　himself　with　a　cloth；　and



brushed　the　oil　painting　of　his　wife　with　a　plumate　kept



suspended　from　a　small　brass　hook　by　the　side　of　the



heavy　gold　frame。　　Then　with　the　door　of　his　state…



room　shut；　he　would　sit　down　on　the　couch　under　the



portrait　to　read　a　chapter　out　of　a　thick　pocket　Bible



her　Bible。　　But　on　some　days　he　only　sat　there　for



half　an　hour　with　his　finger　between　the　leaves　and　the



closed　book　resting　on　his　knees。　　Perhaps　he　had　re…



membered　suddenly　how　fond　of　boat…sailing　she　used



to　be。







She　had　been　a　real　shipmate　and　a　true　woman　too。



It　was　like　an　article　of　faith　with　him　that　there　never



had　been；　and　never　could　be；　a　brighter；　cheerier　home



anywhere　afloat　or　ashore　than　his　home　under　the　poop…



deck　of　the　Condor；　with　the　big　main　cabin　all　white



and　gold；　garlanded　as　if　for　a　perpetual　festival　with



an　unfading　wreath。　　She　had　decorated　the　center　of



every　panel　with　a　cluster　of　home　flowers。　　It　took　her



a　twelvemonth　to　go　round　the　cuddy　with　this　labor



of　love。　　To　him　it　had　remained　a　marvel　of　painting；



the　highest　achievement　of　taste　and　skill；　and　as　to



old　Swinburne；　his　mate；　every　time　he　came　down　to



his　meals　he　stood　transfixed　with　admiration　before　the



progress　of　the　work。　　You　could　almost　smell　these



roses；　he　declared；　sniffing　the　faint　flavor　of　turpentine



which　at　that　time　pervaded　the　saloon；　and　（as　he　con…



fessed　afterwards）　made　him　somewhat　less　hearty　than



usual　in　tackling　his　food。　　But　there　was　nothing　of



the　sort　to　interfere　with　his　enjoyment　of　her　singing。



〃Mrs。　Whalley　is　a　regular　out…and…out　nightingale；



sir；〃　he　would　pronounce　with　a　judicial　air　after　listen…



ing　profoundly　over　the　skylight　to　the　very　end　of　the



piece。　　In　fine　weather；　in　the　second　dog…watch；　the　two



men　could　hear　her　trills　and　roulades　going　on　to　the



accompaniment　of　the　piano　in　the　cabin。　　On　the　very



day　they　got　engaged　he　had　written　to　London　for　the



instrument；　but　they　had　been　married　for　over　a　year



before　it　reached　them；　coming　out　round　the　Cape。



The　big　case　made　part　of　the　first　direct　general　cargo



landed　in　Hongkong　harboran　event　that　to　the　men



who　walked　the　busy　quays　of　to…day　seemed　as　hazily



remote　as　the　dark　ages　of　history。　　But　Captain　Whal…



ley　could　in　a　half　hour　of　solitude　live　again　all　his



life；　with　its　romance；　its　idyl；　and　its　sorrow。　　He　had



to　close　her　eyes　himself。　　She　went　away　from　under



the　ensign　like　a　sailor's　wife；　a　sailor　herself　at　heart。



He　had　read　the　service　over　her；　out　of　her　own　prayer…



book；　without　a　break　in　his　voice。　　When　he　raised　his



eyes　he　could　see　old　Swinburne　facing　him　with　his　cap



pressed　to　his　breast；　and　his　rugged；　weather…beaten；



impassive　face　streaming　with　drops　of　water　like　a



lump　of　chipped　red　granite　in　a　shower。　　It　was　all



very　well　for　that　old　sea…dog　to　cry。　　He　had　to　read



on　to　the　end；　but　after　the　splash　he　did　not　remember



much　of　what　happened　for　the　next　few　days。　　An



elderly　sailor　of　the　crew；　deft　at　needlework；　put　to…



gether　a　mourning　frock　for　the　child　out　of　one　of



her　black　skirts。







He　was　not　likely　to　forget；　but　you　cannot　dam　up



life　like　a　sluggish　stream。　　It　will　break　out　and　flow



over　a　man's　troubles；　it　will　close　upon　a　sorrow　like



the　sea　upon　a　dead　body；　no　matter　how　much　love　has



gone　to　the　bottom。　　And　the　world　is　not　bad。　　People



had　been　very　kind　to　him；　especially　Mrs。　Gardner；　the



wife　of　the　senior　partner　in　Gardner；　Patteson；　&　Co。；



the　owners　of　the　Condor。　　It　was　she　who　volunteered



to　look　after　the　little　one；　and　in　due　course　took　her



to　England　（something　of　a　journey　in　those　days；



even　by　the　overland　mail　route）　with　her　own　girls　to



finish　her　education。　　It　was　ten　years　before　he　saw　her



again。







As　a　little　child　she　had　never　been　frightened　of　bad



weather；　she　would　beg　to　be　taken　up　on　deck　in　the



bosom　of　his　oilskin　coat　to　watch　the　big　seas　hurling



themselves　upon　the　Condor。　　The　swirl　and　crash　of　the



waves　seemed　to　fill　her　small　soul　with　a　breathless　de…



light。　　〃A　good　boy　spoiled；〃　he　used　to　say　of　her　in



joke。　　He　had　named　her　Ivy　because　of　the　sound　of



the　word；　and　obscurely　fascinated　by　a　vague　associa…



tion　of　ideas。　　She　had　twined　herself　tightly　round　his



heart；　and　he　intended　her　to　cling　close　to　her　father　as



to　a　tower　of　strength；　forgetting；　while　she　was　little；



that　in　the　nature　of　things　she　would　probably　elect



to　cling　to　someone　else。　　But　he　loved　life　well　enough



for　even　that　event　to　give　him　a　certain　satisfaction；



apart　from　his　more　intimate　feeling　of　loss。







After　he　had　purchased　the　Fair　Maid　to　occupy　his



loneliness；　he　hastened　to　accept　a　rather　unprofitable



freight　to　Australia　simply　for　the　opportunity　of　seeing



his　daughter　in　her　own　home。　　What　made　him　dis…



satisfied　there　was　not　to　see　that　she　clung　now　to　some…



body　else；　but　that　the　prop　she　had　selected　seemed　on



closer　examination　〃a　rather　poor　stick〃even　in　the



matter　of　health。　　He　disliked　his　son…in…law's　studied



civility　perhaps　more　than　his　method　of　handling　the



sum　of　money　he　had　given　Ivy　at　her　marriage。　　But



of　his　apprehensions　he　said　nothing。　　Only　on　the　day



of　his　departure；　with　the　hall…door　open　already；　hold…



ing　her　hands　and　looking　steadily　into　her　eyes；　he



had　said；　〃You　know；　my　dear；　all　I　have　is　for　you　and



the　chicks。　　Mind　you　write　to　me　openly。〃　　She　had



answered　him　by　an　almost　imperceptible　movement　of



her　head。　　She　resembled　her　mother　in　the　color　of　her



eyes；　and　in　characterand　also　in　this；　that　she　under…



stood　him　without　many　words。







Sure　enough　she　had　to　write；　and　some　of　these　letters



made　Captain　Whalley　lift　his　white　eye…brows。　　For



the　rest　he　considered　he　was　reaping　the　true　reward　of



his　life　by　being　thus　able　to　produce　on　demand　what…



ever　was　needed。　　He　had　not　enjoyed　himself　so　much



in　a　way　since　his　wife　had　died。　　Characteristically



enough　his　son…in…law's　punctuality　in　failure　caused　him



at　a　distance　to　feel　a　sort　of　kindness　towards　the　man。



The　fellow　was　so　perpetually　being　jammed　on　a　lee



shore　that　to　charge　it　all　to　his　reckless　navigation



would　be　manifestly　unfair。　　No；　no！　　He　knew　well



what　that　meant。　　It　was　bad　luck。　　His　own　had　been



simply　marvelous；　but　he　had　seen　in　his　life　too　many



good　menseamen　and　othersgo　under　with　the　sheer



weight　of　bad　luck　not　to　recognize　the　fatal　signs。　　For



all　that；　he　was　cogitating　on　the　best　way　of　tying　up



very　strictly　every　penny　he　had　to　leave；　when；　with　a



preliminary　rumble　of　rumors　（whose　first　sound　reached



him　in　Shanghai　as　it　happened）；　the　shock　of　the　big



failure　came；　and；　after　passing　through　the　phases　of



stupor；　of　incredulity；　of　indignation；　he　had　to　accept



the　fact　that　he　had　nothing　to