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Conrad, Joseph, 1857-1924

"A Tale Of The Forecastle"


Baker was touched with compassion at the sight of this plucky
suffering.--"Ough! You, Donkin! Put down your work and go lay-up this
watch. You look ill."--"I am bad, sir--in my 'ead," he said in a subdued
voice, and vanished speedily. This annoyed many, and they thought the
mate "bloomin' soft to-day." Captain Allistoun could be seen on the poop
watching the sky to the southwest, and it soon got to be known about
the decks that the barometer had begun to fall in the night, and that a
breeze might be expected before long. This, by a subtle association
of ideas, led to violent quarrelling as to the exact moment of Jimmy's
death. Was it before or after "that 'ere glass started down?" It was
impossible to know, and it caused much contemptuous growling at one
another. All of a sudden there was a great tumult forward. Pacific
Knowles and good-tempered Davis had come to blows over it. The watch
below interfered with spirit, and for ten minutes there was a noisy
scrimmage round the hatch, where, in the balancing shade of the sails,
Jimmy's body, wrapped up in a white blanket, was watched over by the
sorrowful Belfast, who, in his desolation, disdained the fray.


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