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E WAS old and to us who timately, remotely, speak of his first com

thrice a day could not avoid mand, a McKay clipper, already, when watching his action at mess, he took her over, nearly thirty years old. offensively toothless. He And the "old man,” years his junior,

was unclean and unshaven would be abashed and entranced and as even the mate of a 5,000 ton tramp of greatly moved and jealous as the devil, no distinction and evil manners in a sea for he had not known sails. He, poor way should not be. The steward bullied stripling, had spent the meagre years of him; the “old man" laughed and sneered his experience in steam, and ignoble at him. But he was above them all and steam at that. they knew it and were jealous of him, In his leisure when what I fear was his and their mocking was a puerile spite that last command as mate was lurching unharmed him not at all. For he had been beautifully eastward through the night of in “sails.” With the amazing fecundity sea and stars, the "officer” would spin us of an imagination fostered by a half- yet more yarns, sagas that he had heard century at sea, he would, prevailing as a lad along the quays of Liverpool and against his tormentors, spin yarns that Bristol and the wharves of Boston and silenced even them with the gale-whipped New Bedford. They dealt with whaling splendor of their conceptions. The days and whalers, the industry of courage, of when he had been in "sails" and not scathe and adventure. With men and the mate of a stinking steam-shovel as boys who sailed away on three-year foul as the mud of the Mersey; the days cruises and who, some of them, made of the queens of the sea, the days of the fortunes, and some of them died of fo'c'sle Darlings, the clipper ships. As a mariner damp, or were killed by a hard master or might think to himself in

a bucko mate, or were dewords, perhaps, of a woman

stroyed by the great prey whom he had loved in the

of their pursuing. To the best and burning days of

telling of these tales he did his life, so would “the offi

not bring the perspective of cer" tenderly, brutally, in

the men who write books,


but his was the

of occurrence that appreciation of a

so often fringed seaman for those

upon sudden and seamen who pur

utter destruction sued the most haz

and was always ardous calling that

shot through and the sea could offer,

through with acfor the Yankee

tion. The sinister whalers.

story of the mutiny Like this relict

of the whaler Globe of fortune, wid

of Nantucket, owed by the sea of

which sailed from his youth and his

Edgartown, Masprosperity, yet still with the

sachusetts, in December, 1822, vision of the great ships and

strikes with a purple horror the great crews of yesterday

across a history fraught in in his eyes, Charles Boardman

any case with great hardship Hawesi tells the story of whal

and often with incidents of ing with a graphic lucency that

unbelievable misery endured. brings its ships and its men back

The young madman, Cominto our ken as though the fleets had hove stock, splitting the head of the sleeping in sight again around a headland after half captain with an axe, mutilating and a century of cruising. He writes of the then, after reeling to and fro in the pitch history of whaling in other nations, of the black cabin with the twenty-six year old Basque whalers and the Dutch, the Nor mate fighting blindly for his life, killing

wegians who followed him as he lay uncon-
a community system,

scious in the pantry,
and the English whose and the ensuing days of
cautious custom it was terror aboard that tragic
when speaking Yankee vessel make as horrid
vessels to first inquire yet as real a picture as
the amount of the may well be imagined.
other's catch and then Charles Boardman

top it by two or Hawes had the genius of three whales. He describes the whale narrative as well as the sea in his blood. itself and its species, the right whale, the His book is a historical document largely fin whale, the cachalot, and the California founded on the facts inscribed many years gray whale--a wicked beast who had ago in the logs of ships now doubtless long been known, on the authority of many a rotted asunder. It contains no fiction as mariner, to chase the crew of a boat right fiction and yet it is a thrilling thing to ashore and then tree them. These are read, more thrilling in a way than those but some of the species enumer

other imaginative sagas of the ated. The first chapters of the

whalers, “Moby Dick” and book are devoted in this way to

“The Cruise of the Cachalot" a scholarly yet thoroughly prac

and the rest of that shining tical exposition of the funda

few. mentals of the industry. Then

Although the seven seas tocome the actual chronicles of

day remain unscarred by the the cruises: the sighting, the

keels of American whalers and lowering, the harpooning, and

this hardiest of industries is so on throughout a sequence

virtually dead (New Bedford,

from which once they put }"Whaling,” by Charles Boardman Hawes (Doubleday, Page. $5).

out in squadrons, now has but



Mariners Who Knew Not Cautiousness

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one whaling ves ters like "Bully" Waterman of the Sea
sel sailing from Witch, who drove their ships as they drove
her harbor), the their crews, with an unrelenting severity,
chronicles of all are forgotten in our minds. The
American whal- chanties evoke the most cherished con-
ing will live as ceptions of Jack, his jocund humor, his
they should live, rolling gait, his rich and lovely vocabu-
commemorative lary, and his illimitable capacity for rum.
history of the He becomes again the perfect subject for
days when the romance, the friend of little boys who
United States listen to his astonishing yarns and sail

had no peer as a his hand-whittled brigs and barques and HOME FOR CHRISTMAS maritime nation are thereby filled with an unquenchable

and when her desire to go to sea.

masters and In his own mind always an irresistible mariners were known from Boston to lover, Jack in his chanties and forebitters Hong Kong as the smartest men afloat. or ballads flings his prowess with the

As whaling might be called, perhaps, the maids of many hundred ports to the gale workaday clothes of our maritime success with an insouciance that is nevertheless of the last century, the overalls, oily and not without its pathos.

not without its pathos. The melodies of tarred, of our supremacy, so might the the chanties have in them the somber clipper ships, those clip

semitones of the sea, the pers that formed the treas

uncertainty of its clemency ured reminiscence of my

and the warning of the battered but visionary

hurricane that hangs altramp ship mate, be their

ways ready mustered in dress uniform. The clip

the vault of the skies to pers of Donald McKay,

destroy the hapless sailorhimself a visionary and a

man. But as Edward Wildreamer whose achieve

son, in the charming illusments in shipbuilding were

trations of “Iron Men and the more magnificent for

Wooden Ships,"? portrays the beauty that was in his visions, were him, bluff and carefree in his fascinating the queens of the sea, their masters slacks and trim reefer, so is the Jack actually the ablest sailing. The crews too of “Whiskey Johnnie,” of “Away, Rio," often were the polyglot leavings of quay “Do Me Ama" and scores of others. He and groghouse and brothel in days when belongs to a generation of mariners that eighteen dollars a month offered no in- knew not providence or cautiousness; ducement to smart lads to leave shore that flung their pay on the bars of the employment for a life always hazardous nearest groghouse to the wharves and and hard. But a good mate on a long into the palm of the first doxie to attract voyage could often whip his hands into their bold and roving eyes. Laden as shape, drunk or sober, and mongrels Edward Wilson sees though many of them might be, they him, with a parrot in could always work a ship. And then a cage and no end of there were always a few superb tars curious and touchingly aboard and there were always the chan- useless gimcracks teys and the forebitters to make the work stowed away in a easier and keep Jack cheery. With the kerchief, Jack comes chanties the brutalities incidental to

2 Deep Sea Chanties." Ilwhaling, the horrors of mutinies, and the lustrated by Edward A. Wilabuses that befel sailormen upon the

son, with a foreword by

William McFee (Doublebeautiful clippers at the hands of mas day, Page. $7.50).


ashore for Christmas, his cutty at a examples daunting angle and visions of his lass of skill and (one of dozens) in the smoke thereof. scholarly His like has passed away with the splen- application dor of “The Flying Cloud” and the great of the lore masters, Waterman, Palmer, Cressy, and

of the sea. Dumaresq, but his chanties survive with There is a their unconscious pathos and their mel- model of an ody, their delightful braggadocio and American their optimism.

whaler of William McFee, himself a master- 1850, such mariner, tells, in his foreword to this book a craft as of chanties, of one of the last of the iron may have figured in any one of the admen, in command, however, of a ship of ventures of which Charles Boardman steel, after a long retirement, and be- Hawes tells us, blunt nosed and chunky, wildered by the clever young officers under built for gales and smashing seas. And him and the ceaseless complications of a there is a model of that magnificent twentieth-century ship of war. His offi- American clipper, The Great Republic built cers regarded him with mingled affection at Boston in 1853, the crew of which may and pride as a type of officer and master well have been the bellowing hearties of that in a decade or two would be as ex- Edward Wilson's drawings. In this triltinct as the sea dogs of

ogy of books, “Whaling," Drake or Grenville. One

“Iron Men and Wooden night there was a ship's

Ships," and Nance's book entertainment with every

of models, one may find as member of the crew present

much of the knowledge of to sing a song or to show

the sea as it is well for some trick or other. One

landsmen to know. If by one the officers and men

they learnt more the sea performed and then the old

might yet claim them. A man was asked. And he

fitting prose sequel to the sang. He sang a deep sea

book of ship models is chanty and it filled the ears of the younger the “Book of Old Ships,” by Henry men who listened with the voice of a sea Culver and illustrated by Gordon Grant,4 they did not know, of a generation of and a chronicle of the clipper ship day is sailormen they would never see again. Basil Lubbock's “The China Clippers.”5 Unconsciously they realized that inevita- “The Clipper Ship Era” by A. H. Clark 6 bly and gloriously the breed had suffered is, of course, the greatest authority on some sea change, and in their own youth the period. In these days of steam and wisdom that they were not too wise. even the memory of the tall ships of the

Concerning the actual craft of their day last century is fading, but there are still R. Morton Nance has created a book men to be encountered who remember “Sailing Ship Models,"containing 125 their driving splendor and books to be

plates of models of read that commemorate them.
vessels of every pe- They have passed into the wardship
riod from the fif- of History, but they possess their chroni-
teenth century to the cles even though there is no longer within
decline of sails in

our vision
the latter part of the A gallant ship to windward
nineteenth. The A-sailing fast and free.
models are superb

*Doubleday, Page. $20. 3 London: Halton &

Lauriats. $3.75. Truscott Smith. $22.50. 6 Putnam's. $3.50.

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So many of the interesting things in the making of a magazine and the publishing of books never get past the editors' desks that we have decided to devote a few pages every month to sbaring some of them with our readers. These include an acquaintance with writers, letters from readers, and a miscellany of other things that may interest others as much as they interest us.-THE EDITORS.

T IS Walter Camp's contention (in an sandtraps and rough greens contemplated article in the October World's with horrid astonishment a string of WORK), that for a man under forty to eights, sevens, and nines that total up to concentrate his athletic ability on a score unmentionable in decent society.

golf is an unwise evasion of the more And just behind him, perhaps, was a sepstrenuous exercises which should form his tuagenarian cheerful as a cricket, shootdiversion in the youthful thirties. Manying straight down the fair green with people may advance in opposition to this, every stroke, for his modest ninety-odd. that if played only after two score, golf It is not uncommon for such a youth to would be a sad thing, less a game than a desist playing. He should, till he is penance made more bitter by the fact that twenty years older, more or less. youngsters with perfect form score with an ease that is almost a jeer at themselves who fight like lions to break 100. The

Edward W. Bok was once considered by most cheering refutation of this opinion

our correspondent from Fort Wayne, is the yearly tourney at Apawamis, in

Indiana, one of the wonder men of the which none but golfers fifty-five years old

age, a sort of literary Edison. But in or over may participate in other words,

an evil moment for this admiration, or so fifteen years after Mr. Camp's appointed time at which to start. In this year's article in the World's Work for Septem

we are led to suspect, he read Mr. Bok's tournament the cards turned in by these ber, “When Money Is King and Business men of mellow experience were most of

Our God.” He explains why this article them of a complexion warranted to inflict

stunned him in a bit of somewhat intricate the pain of extreme envy on golfers etymological reasoning that we publish twenty-odd years their juniors. One below. It is a common opinion that any gentleman of between sixty and sixty-four

one who makes statements that may bring turned in a 78. Two between sixty-five

to light profound truths is a man of inand sixty-nine turned in cards of under

finite courage. The type of man who, 85. Gentlemen of more than seventy like the tragic nondescript of the expediholed out on the eighteenth green for

tion to capture the Snark, scores that ranged from the low go's to one or two strokes above 100. Many

Would joke with hyænas, returning a sturdy youth in his twenties has

their stare gone forth equipped with a powerful yet

With an impudent wag of the head;

And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw easy swing and a bag containing twenty

with a bear, one or two iron clubs and a half-dozen

Just to keep up its spirits, he said. steel-shafted wooden ones, and after a bitterly fought campaign in and about All with impunity. But he can never

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