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It was evident that Robin looked upon this as an unanswerable argument, and his friend seemed perplexed.
âWell, I donâ know how it is,â he said, after a pause, âbut I do believe that this here wonderful electricity is fit for aâmost anything, anâ that weâll have it revoloosionising everything afore longâI do indeed.â
The intelligent reader who has noted the gigantic strides which we have recently made in electric lighting of late will observe that Slagg, unwittingly, had become almost prophetic at this time.
âWeâre going along splendidly now,â said Mr Smith, coming up to Robin that evening while he was conversing with Slagg, who immediately retired.ââWho is that youth? He seems very fond of you; Iâve observed that he makes up to you whenever you chance to be on deck together.â
âHe is one of the stewardâs lads, sir; I met him accidentally in the train; but I suspect the fondness is chiefly on my side. He was very kind to me when I first came on board, and I really think he is an intelligent, good fellowâa strange mixture of self-confidence and humility. Sometimes, to hear him speak, you would think he knew everything; but at the same time he is always willingâindeed anxiousâto listen and learn. He is a capital fighter too.â
Here Robin related the battle in the boysâ berth, when Slagg thrashed Stumps, whereat Mr Smith was much amused.
âSo he seems a peculiar ladâmodest, impudent, teachable, kindly, and warlike! Come below now, Robin, I have some work for you. Did you make the calculations I gave you yesterday?â
âYes, sir, and they corresponded exactly with your own.â
âGood. Go fetch my little note-book: I left it in the grand saloon on the furthest aft seat, port side.â
Robin found the magnificent saloon of the big ship ringing with music and conversation. Joy over the recent restoration to health of the ailing cable, the comfortable stability of the ship in rough weather, and the satisfactory progress then being made, all contributed to raise the spirits of every one connected with the great work, so that, while some were amusing themselves at the piano, others were scattered about in little groups, discussing the profounder mysteries of electric science, or prophesying the speedy completion of the enterprise, while a few were speculating on the probability of sport in Newfoundland, or planning out journeys through the United States.
âThereâs lots of game, Iâm told, in Newfoundland,â said one of the youthful electricians, whose ruling passionânext to the subtle fluidâwas the gun.
âSo Iâve been told,â replied an elder and graver comrade. âPolar bears are quite common in the woods, and it is said that walrus are fond of roosting in the trees.â
âYes, I have heard so,â returned the youthful sportsman, who, although young, was not to be caught with chaff, âand the fishing, I hear, is also splendid. Salmon and cod are found swarming in the rivers by those who care for mild occupation, while really exciting sport is to be had in the great lakes of the interior, where there are plenty of fresh-water whales that take the fly.â
âThe swan, you mean,â said another comrade. âThe fly that is most killing among Newfoundland whales is a swan fastened whole to a shark hookâthough a small boatâs anchor will do if you havenât the right tackle.â
âCome, donât talk nonsense, but letâs have a song!â said a brother electrician to the sporting youth.
âI never sing,â he replied, âexcept when hurt, and then I sing out. But see, our best musician has just seated himself at the instrument.â
âI donât talk shop, Nimrod; call it the piano.â
Most of those present drew towards the musical corner, where Ebenezer Smith, having just entered the saloon in search of Robin, had been prevailed on to sit down and enliven the company. Robin, who had been delayed by difficulty in finding the note-book, stopped to listen.
Smith had a fair average voice and a vigorous manner.
âYou wouldnât object to hear the cookâs last?â asked Smith, running his fingers lightly over the keys.
âOf course notâgo on,â chorused several voices.
âI had no idea,â lisped a simple youth, who was one of a small party of young gentlemen interested in engineering and science, who had been accommodated with a passage,ââI had no idea that our cook was a poet as well as an admirable chef de cuisine.â
âOh, itâs not our cook he means,â explained the sporting electrician; âMr Smith refers to a certain sea-cookâor his son, Iâm not sure whichâwho is chef des horse-marines.â
âIs there a chorus?â asked one.
âOf course there is,â replied Smith; âa sea-song without a chorus is like a kite without a tailâit is sure to fall flat, but the chorus is an old and well-known oneâit is only the song that is new. Now then, clear your throats, gentlemen.â
SongâThe Loss of the Nancy Lee.
I.
âTwas on a Friday morning that I went off,
Anâ shipped in the Nancy Lee,
But that ship caught a cold and with one tremendous cough
Went slap to the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea,
Went slap to the bottom of the sea.
Chorus.âThen the raging sea may roar,
Anâ the stormy winds may blow,
While we jolly sailor boys rattle up aloft,
And the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
And the landlubbers lie down below.
II.
For wery nigh a century I lived with the crabs,
Anâ danced wiâ the Mermaids too,
Anâ drove about the Ocean in mother oâ pearl cabs,
Anâ dwelt in a cavern so blue, so blue, so blue,
Anâ dwelt in a cavern so blue.
Chorus.âThen the raging sea, etcetera.
III.
I soon forgot the sorrows oâ the world above
In the pleasures oâ the life below;
Queer fish they made up to me the want oâ human love,
As through the world oâ waters I did go, did go, did go;
As through the world oâ waters I did go.
Chorus.âThen the raging sea, etcetera.
IV.
One day a horrid grampus caught me all by the nose,
Anâ swung me up to the land,
Anâ I never went to sea again, as everybody knows,
And as everybody well may understand, âderstand, âderstand,
And as everybody well may understand.
Chorus.âThen the raging sea, etcetera.
The plaudits with which this song was received were, it need scarcely be remarked, due more to the vigour of the chorus and the enthusiasm of the audience than to intrinsic merit. Even Robin Wright was carried off his legs for the moment, and, modest though he was, broke in at the chorus with such effectâhis voice being shrill and clearâthat, he unintentionally outyelled all the rest, and would have fled in consternation from the saloon if he had not been caught and forcibly detained by the sporting electrician, who demanded what right he had to raise his steam-whistle in that fashion.
âBut I say, young Wright,â he added in a lower tone, leading our hero aside, âwhatâs this rumour I hear about a ghost in the stewardâs cabin?â
âOh! it is nothing to speak of,â replied Robin, with a laugh. âThe lad they call Stumps got a frightâthatâs all.â
âBut thatâs enough. Let us hear about it.â
âWell, I suppose you know,â said Robin, âthat thereâs a ghost in the Great Eastern.â
âNo, I donât know it from personal experience, but I have heard a report to that effect.â
âWell, I was down in Jim Slaggâs berth, having a chat with him about the nature of electric currentsâfor he has a very inquiring mind,âand somehow we diverged to ghosts, and began to talk of the ghost of the Great Eastern.
ââI donât believe in the Great Eastern ghostâno, nor in ghosts of any kind,â said Stumps, who was sitting near us eating a bit of cheese.
ââBut I believe in âem,â said the boy Jeff, who was seated on the other side of the table, and looked at us so earnestly that we could scarce help smilingâthough we didnât feel in a smiling humour at the time, for it was getting dark, and we had got to talking in low tones and looking anxiously over our shoulders, you knowâ
ââOh yes, I know,â replied the sportsman, with a laugh; âI have shuddered and grue-oo-ed many a time over ghost-stories. Well?â
ââI donât believe in âem, Jeff. Why do you?â asked Stumps, in a scoffing tone.
ââBecause I hear one every night aâmost when I go down into the dark places below to fetch things. Thereâs one particular spot where the ghost goes tap-tap-tapping continually.â
ââFiddlededee,â said Stumps.
ââCome down, and you shall hear it for yourself,â said Jeff.
âNow, they say that Stumps is a coward, though he boasts a good dealââ
âYou may say,â interrupted the sportsman, âthat Stumps is a coward because he boasts a good deal. Boasting is often a sign of cowardiceâthough not always.â
âWell,â continued Robin, âbeing ashamed to draw back, I suppose, he agreed to accompany Jeff.
ââWonât you come too, Slagg?â said Stumps.
ââNo; I donât care a button for ghosts. Besides, Iâm too busy, but Wright will go. There, donât bother me!â said Jim.
âI noticed, as I went last out of the room, that Slagg rose quickly and pulled a sheet off one of the beds. Afterwards, looking back, I saw him slip out and run down the passage in the opposite direction. I suspected he was about some mischief, but said nothing.
âIt was getting dark, as I have said, though not dark enough for lighting the lamps, and in some corners below it was as dark as midnight. To one of these places Jeff led us.
ââMind how you go now,â whispered Jeff; âitâs here somewhere, and thereâs a hole tooâlook-outâthere it is!â
ââWhat! the ghost?â whispered Stumps, beginning to feel uneasy. To say truth, I began to feel uneasy myself without well knowing why. At that moment I fell over something, and came down with a crash that shook Stumpsâs nerves completely out of order.
ââI say, letâs go back,â he muttered in a tremulous voice.
ââNo, no,â whispered Jeff seizing Stumps by the arm with a sudden grip that made him give a short yelp, âwe are at the place now. Itâs in this dark passage. Listen!â
âWe all held our breath and listened. For a few seconds we heard nothing, but presently a slight tapping was heard.
ââIâve heard,â whispered Jeff in a low tone, âthat when the big ship was buildinâ, one oâ the plate-riveters disappeared in some hole between the two skins oâ the ship hereabouts, and his comrades, not beinâ able to find him, were obliged at last to rivet him in, which they did so tight that even his ghost could not get out, so it goes on tappinâ, as you hear, anâ is likely to go on tappinâ for ever.â
ââBosh!â whispered Stumps; thus politely intimating his disbelief, but I felt him trembling all over notwithstanding.
âAt that moment we saw a dim shadowy whitish object at the other end of the dark passage. âWhaââwhaââwhatâs that?â said I.
âStumps gasped. I heard his teeth chattering, and I think his knees were knocking together. Jeff made no sound, and it was too dark to see his face. Suddenly the object rushed at us. There was no noise of footstepsâonly a muffled sound and a faint hissing. I stood still, unable to move. So did Jeff. I felt the hair of my head rising. Stumps gasped againâthen turned and fled. The creature, whatever it was, brushed past us with a hideous laugh. I guessed at once that it was Jim Slagg, but evidently Stumps didnât, for he uttered an awful yell that would have roused the whole ship if she had been of an ordinary size; at the same moment he tripped and fell on the thing that had upset me, and the ghost, leaping over him, vanished from our sight.
âTo my surprise, on returning to our cabin, we found Slagg as we had left him, with both hands on his forehead poring over his book. I was almost as much surprised to see Jeff sit down and laugh heartily.âNow, what do you think it could have been?â
âIt was Slagg, of course,â answered the sporting electrician.
âYes, but what causes the tapping?â
âOh, that is no doubt some little trifleâa
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