the mirror of the sea- 第13部分

glides　through　the　water。







More　than　any　other　event　does　stranding　bring　to　the　sailor　a



sense　of　utter　and　dismal　failure。　　There　are　strandings　and



strandings；　but　I　am　safe　to　say　that　90　per　cent。　of　them　are



occasions　in　which　a　sailor；　without　dishonour；　may　well　wish



himself　dead；　and　I　have　no　doubt　that　of　those　who　had　the



experience　of　their　ship　taking　the　ground；　90　per　cent。　did



actually　for　five　seconds　or　so　wish　themselves　dead。







〃Taking　the　ground〃　is　the　professional　expression　for　a　ship　that



is　stranded　in　gentle　circumstances。　　But　the　feeling　is　more　as　if



the　ground　had　taken　hold　of　her。　　It　is　for　those　on　her　deck　a



surprising　sensation。　　It　is　as　if　your　feet　had　been　caught　in　an



imponderable　snare；　you　feel　the　balance　of　your　body　threatened；



and　the　steady　poise　of　your　mind　is　destroyed　at　once。　　This



sensation　lasts　only　a　second；　for　even　while　you　stagger　something



seems　to　turn　over　in　your　head；　bringing　uppermost　the　mental



exclamation；　full　of　astonishment　and　dismay；　〃By　Jove！　she's　on



the　ground！〃







And　that　is　very　terrible。　　After　all；　the　only　mission　of　a



seaman's　calling　is　to　keep　ships'　keels　off　the　ground。　　Thus　the



moment　of　her　stranding　takes　away　from　him　every　excuse　for　his



continued　existence。　　To　keep　ships　afloat　is　his　business；　it　is



his　trust；　it　is　the　effective　formula　of　the　bottom　of　all　these



vague　impulses；　dreams；　and　illusions　that　go　to　the　making　up　of　a



boy's　vocation。　　The　grip　of　the　land　upon　the　keel　of　your　ship；



even　if　nothing　worse　comes　of　it　than　the　wear　and　tear　of　tackle



and　the　loss　of　time；　remains　in　a　seaman's　memory　an　indelibly



fixed　taste　of　disaster。







〃Stranded〃　within　the　meaning　of　this　paper　stands　for　a　more　or



less　excusable　mistake。　　A　ship　may　be　〃driven　ashore〃　by　stress　of



weather。　　It　is　a　catastrophe；　a　defeat。　　To　be　〃run　ashore〃　has



the　littleness；　poignancy；　and　bitterness　of　human　error。















XXI。















That　is　why　your　〃strandings〃　are　for　the　most　part　so　unexpected。



In　fact；　they　are　all　unexpected；　except　those　heralded　by　some



short　glimpse　of　the　danger；　full　of　agitation　and　excitement；　like



an　awakening　from　a　dream　of　incredible　folly。







The　land　suddenly　at　night　looms　up　right　over　your　bows；　or



perhaps　the　cry　of　〃Broken　water　ahead！〃　is　raised；　and　some　long



mistake；　some　complicated　edifice　of　self…delusion；　over…



confidence；　and　wrong　reasoning　is　brought　down　in　a　fatal　shock；



and　the　heart…searing　experience　of　your　ship's　keel　scraping　and



scrunching　over；　say；　a　coral　reef。　　It　is　a　sound；　for　its　size；



far　more　terrific　to　your　soul　than　that　of　a　world　coming



violently　to　an　end。　　But　out　of　that　chaos　your　belief　in　your　own



prudence　and　sagacity　reasserts　itself。　　You　ask　yourself；　Where　on



earth　did　I　get　to？　　How　on　earth　did　I　get　there？　with　a



conviction　that　it　could　not　be　your　own　act；　that　there　has　been



at　work　some　mysterious　conspiracy　of　accident；　that　the　charts　are



all　wrong；　and　if　the　charts　are　not　wrong；　that　land　and　sea　have



changed　their　places；　that　your　misfortune　shall　for　ever　remain



inexplicable；　since　you　have　lived　always　with　the　sense　of　your



trust；　the　last　thing　on　closing　your　eyes；　the　first　on　opening



them；　as　if　your　mind　had　kept　firm　hold　of　your　responsibility



during　the　hours　of　sleep。







You　contemplate　mentally　your　mischance；　till　little　by　little　your



mood　changes；　cold　doubt　steals　into　the　very　marrow　of　your　bones；



you　see　the　inexplicable　fact　in　another　light。　　That　is　the　time



when　you　ask　yourself；　How　on　earth　could　I　have　been　fool　enough



to　get　there？　　And　you　are　ready　to　renounce　all　belief　in　your



good　sense；　in　your　knowledge；　in　your　fidelity；　in　what　you



thought　till　then　was　the　best　in　you；　giving　you　the　daily　bread



of　life　and　the　moral　support　of　other　men's　confidence。







The　ship　is　lost　or　not　lost。　　Once　stranded；　you　have　to　do　your



best　by　her。　　She　may　be　saved　by　your　efforts；　by　your　resource



and　fortitude　bearing　up　against　the　heavy　weight　of　guilt　and



failure。　　And　there　are　justifiable　strandings　in　fogs；　on



uncharted　seas；　on　dangerous　shores；　through　treacherous　tides。



But；　saved　or　not　saved；　there　remains　with　her　commander　a



distinct　sense　of　loss；　a　flavour　in　the　mouth　of　the　real；　abiding



danger　that　lurks　in　all　the　forms　of　human　existence。　　It　is　an



acquisition；　too；　that　feeling。　　A　man　may　be　the　better　for　it；



but　he　will　not　be　the　same。　　Damocles　has　seen　the　sword　suspended



by　a　hair　over　his　head；　and　though　a　good　man　need　not　be　made



less　valuable　by　such　a　knowledge；　the　feast　shall　not　henceforth



have　the　same　flavour。







Years　ago　I　was　concerned　as　chief　mate　in　a　case　of　stranding



which　was　not　fatal　to　the　ship。　　We　went　to　work　for　ten　hours　on



end；　laying　out　anchors　in　readiness　to　heave　off　at　high　water。



While　I　was　still　busy　about　the　decks　forward　I　heard　the　steward



at　my　elbow　saying：　　〃The　captain　asks　whether　you　mean　to　come　in；



sir；　and　have　something　to　eat　to…day。〃







I　went　into　the　cuddy。　　My　captain　sat　at　the　head　of　the　table



like　a　statue。　　There　was　a　strange　motionlessness　of　everything　in



that　pretty　little　cabin。　　The　swing…table　which　for　seventy　odd



days　had　been　always　on　the　move；　if　ever　so　little；　hung　quite



still　above　the　soup…tureen。　　Nothing　could　have　altered　the　rich



colour　of　my　commander's　complexion；　laid　on　generously　by　wind　and



sea；　but　between　the　two　tufts　of　fair　hair　above　his　ears；　his



skull；　generally　suffused　with　the　hue　of　blood；　shone　dead　white；



like　a　dome　of　ivory。　　And　he　looked　strangely　untidy。　　I　perceived



he　had　not　shaved　himself　that　day；　and　yet　the　wildest　motion　of



the　ship　in　the　most　stormy　latitudes　we　had　passed　through；　never



made　him　miss　one　single　morning　ever　since　we　left　the　Channel。



The　fact　must　be　that　a　commander　cannot　possibly　shave　himself



when　his　ship　is　aground。　　I　have　commanded　ships　myself；　but　I



don't　know；　I　have　never　tried　to　shave　in　my　life。







He　did　not　offer　to　help　me　or　himself　till　I　had　coughed　markedly



several　times。　　I　talked　to　him　professionally　in　a　cheery　tone；



and　ended　with　the　confident　assertion：







〃We　shall　get　her　off　before　midnight；　sir。〃







He　smiled　faintly　without　looking　up；　and　muttered　as　if　to



himself：







〃Yes；　yes；　the　captain　put　the　ship　ashore　and　we　got　her　off。〃







Then；　raising　his　head；　he　attacked　grumpily　the　steward；　a　lanky；



anxious　youth　with　a　long；　pale　face　and　two　big　front　teeth。







〃What　makes　this　soup　so　bitter？　　I　am　surprised　the　mate　can



swallow　the　beastly　stuff。　　I'm　sure　the　cook's　ladled　some　salt



water　into　it　by　mistake。〃







The　charge　was　so　outrageous　that　the　steward　for　all　answer　only



dropped　his　eyelids　bashfully。







There　was　nothing　the　matter　with　the　soup。　　I　had　a　second



helping。　　My　heart　was　warm　with　hours　of　hard　work　at　the　head　of



a　willing　crew。　　I　was　elated　with　having　handled　heavy　anchors；



cables；　boats　without　the　slightest　hitch；　pleased　with　having　laid



out　scientifically　bower；　stream；　and　kedge　exactly　where　I



believed　they　would　do　most　good。　　On　that　occasion　the　bitter



taste　of　a　stranding　was　not　for　my　mouth。　　That　experience　came



later；　and　it　was　only　then　that　I　understood　the　loneliness　of　the



man　in　charge。







It's　the　captain　who　puts　the　ship　ashore；　it's　we　who　get　her　off。















XXII。















It　seems　to　me　that　no　man　born　and　truthful　to　himself　could



declare　that　he　ever　saw　the　sea　looking　young　as　the　earth　looks



young　in　spring。　　But　some　of　us；　regarding　the　ocean　with



understanding　and　affection；　have　seen　it　looking　old；　as　if　the



immemorial　ages　had　been　stirred　up　from　the　undisturbed　bottom　of



ooze。　　For　it　is　a　gale　of　wind　that　makes　the　sea　look　old。







From　a　distance　of　years；　looking　at　the　remembered　aspects　of　the



storms　lived　through；　it　is　that　impression　which　disengages　itself



clearly　from　the　great　body　of　impressions　left　by　many　years　of



intimate　contact。







If　you　would　know　the　age　of　the　earth；　look　upon　the　sea　in　a



storm。　　The　grayness　of　the　whole　immense　surface；　the　wind　furrows



upon　the　faces　of　the　waves；　the　great　masses　of　foam；　tossed　about



and　waving；　like　matted　white　locks；　give　to　the　sea　in　a　gale　an



appearance　of　hoary　age；　lustreless；　dull；　without　gleams；　as



though　it　had　been　created　before　light　itself。







Looking　back　after　much　love　and　much　trouble；　the　instinct　of



primitive　man；　who　seeks　to　personify　the　forces　of　Nature　for　his



affection　and　for　his　fear；　is　awakened　again　in　the　breast　of　one



civilized　beyond　that　stage　even　in　his　infancy。　　One　seems　to　have



known　gales　as　enemies；　and　even　as　enemies　one　embraces　them　in



that　affectionate　regret　which　clings　to　the　past。







Gales　have　their　personalities；　and；　after　all；　perhaps　it　is　not



strange；　for；　when　all　is　said　and　done；　they　are　adversaries　whose



wiles　you　must　defeat；　whose　violence　you　must　resist；　and　yet　with



whom　you　must　live　in　the　intimacies　of　nights　and　days。







Here　speaks　the　man　of　masts　and　sails；　to　whom　the　sea　is　not　a



navigable　element；　but　an　intimate　companion。　　The　length　of



passages；　the　growing　sense　of　solitude；　the　close　dependence　upon



the　very　forces　that；　friendly　to…day；　without　changing　their



nature；　by　the　mere　putting　forth　of　their　might；　become　dangerous



to…morrow；　make　for　that　sense　of　fellowship　which　modern　seamen；



good　men　as　they　are；　cannot　hope　to　know。　　And；　besides；　your