The men sprang to work and fathom after fathom of
the chain was pulled up with the aid of the hooks and tried in lengths
along the deck. When the boatswain reported "all up, sir," the order was
given, "Get up the port chain." The men groaned, but complied without a
murmur and link after link of the heavy chain from far below was drawn
up through the iron bound hole in the deck. It was almost noon when the
perspiring and worn out sailors had it all up. Again the report, "It is
all up, sir," was given to the captain:
"That's impossible Mr. Smith, look down and see if you can't find more."
In compliance with the order, Smith applied his eye to the hole and
again assured the captain that it was taut.
"Look again and see if you can't find it."
"Find what?" irritably enquired Smith.
"Why, my pipe to be sure. You can now let the crew go below."
Notwithstanding their fatigue, the boys had to laugh and all agreed that
that was one on the boatswain.
The crew was great on debating and many and many a foolish question came
up in the forecastle. After long argument, Paul was generally made
referee. One evening during the dog watch he could hear a violent debate
in the forecastle and wondered to himself what ridiculous question
would now be presented to him for decision.
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