. Salt-water poems and ballads. sails stood; the ships lee deckSeethed with four feet of water filled with wreck. An hour more went by; the Dauber lostAll sense of hands and feet, all sense of allBut of a wind that cut him to the ghost,And of a frozen fold he had to haul,Of heavens that fell and never ceased to fall,And ran in smoky snatches along the from crest to wave-crest, yelling. He Lost sense of time; no bells went, but he felt Ages go over him. At last, at last They frapped the cringled crojicks icy pelt; In frozen bulge and bunt they made it fast. Then, scarcely live, they
. Salt-water poems and ballads. sails stood; the ships lee deckSeethed with four feet of water filled with wreck. An hour more went by; the Dauber lostAll sense of hands and feet, all sense of allBut of a wind that cut him to the ghost,And of a frozen fold he had to haul,Of heavens that fell and never ceased to fall,And ran in smoky snatches along the from crest to wave-crest, yelling. He Lost sense of time; no bells went, but he felt Ages go over him. At last, at last They frapped the cringled crojicks icy pelt; In frozen bulge and bunt they made it fast. Then, scarcely live, they laid in to the mast. The Captains speaking trumpet gave a blare, Make fast the topsail. Mister, while youre there. Some seamen cursed, but up they had to go — Up to the topsail yard to spend an hour Stowing a topsail in a blinding snow. Which made the strongest man among them cower. More men came up, the fresh hands gave them power, They stowed the sail; then with a rattle of chain One half the crojick burst its bonds He struck a ringbolt in his haste and fell — Rose, sick with pain, half-lamed In his left knee j He reached the shrouds where clambering men pell-mell Hustled each other up and cursed him; he Hurried aloft with them : then from the sea Came a cold, sudden breath that made the hair Stiff on the neck, as though Death whispered there. SEA PICTURES 99 They stowed the sail, frapping it round with rope, Leaving no surface for the wind, no fold, Then down the weather shrouds, half dead, they grope;That struggle with the sail had made them wondered if the crojick furl would , said one, it didnt spring the ! the Bosun said, Lucky! We are 1 She came within two shakes of turning topOr stripping all her shroud-screws, that first fish those wash-deck buckets out of the Dauber says he doesnt like Cape isnt wind, man, this is only a on, all hands, hold on! a sea, half seen,Paused, mounted, burst
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