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himself so warm that the top of his bullet head positively smoked. Nothing mysterious prevented me from going away: curiosity is the most obvious of sentiments, and it held me there to see the effect of a full information upon that young fellow who, hands in pockets, and turning his back upon the sidewalk, gazed across the grass-plots of the Esplanade at the yellow portico of the Malabar Hotel with the air of a man about to go for a walk as soon as his friend is ready. Thatā€™s how he looked, and it was odious. I waited to see him overwhelmed, confounded, pierced through and through, squirming like an impaled beetleā ā€”and I was half afraid to see it tooā ā€”if you understand what I mean. Nothing more awful than to watch a man who has been found out, not in a crime but in a more than criminal weakness. The commonest sort of fortitude prevents us from becoming criminals in a legal sense; it is from weakness unknown, but perhaps suspected, as in some parts of the world you suspect a deadly snake in every bushā ā€”from weakness that may lie hidden, watched or unwatched, prayed against or manfully scorned, repressed or maybe ignored more than half a lifetime, not one of us is safe. We are snared into doing things for which we get called names, and things for which we get hanged, and yet the spirit may well surviveā ā€”survive the condemnation, survive the halter, by Jove! And there are thingsā ā€”they look small enough sometimes tooā ā€”by which some of us are totally and completely undone. I watched the youngster there. I liked his appearance; I knew his appearance; he came from the right place; he was one of us. He stood there for all the parentage of his kind, for men and women by no means clever or amusing, but whose very existence is based upon honest faith, and upon the instinct of courage. I donā€™t mean military courage, or civil courage, or any special kind of courage. I mean just that inborn ability to look temptations straight in the faceā ā€”a readiness unintellectual enough, goodness knows, but without poseā ā€”a power of resistance, donā€™t you see, ungracious if you like, but pricelessā ā€”an unthinking and blessed stiffness before the outward and inward terrors, before the might of nature and the seductive corruption of menā ā€”backed by a faith invulnerable to the strength of facts, to the contagion of example, to the solicitation of ideas. Hang ideas! They are tramps, vagabonds, knocking at the backdoor of your mind, each taking a little of your substance, each carrying away some crumb of that belief in a few simple notions you must cling to if you want to live decently and would like to die easy!

ā€œThis has nothing to do with Jim, directly; only he was outwardly so typical of that good, stupid kind we like to feel marching right and left of us in life, of the kind that is not disturbed by the vagaries of intelligence and the perversions ofā ā€”of nerves, let us say. He was the kind of fellow you would, on the strength of his looks, leave in charge of the deckā ā€”figuratively and professionally speaking. I say I would, and I ought to know. Havenā€™t I turned out youngsters enough in my time, for the service of the Red Rag, to the craft of the sea, to the craft whose whole secret could be expressed in one short sentence, and yet must be driven afresh every day into young heads till it becomes the component part of every waking thoughtā ā€”till it is present in every dream of their young sleep! The sea has been good to me, but when I remember all these boys that passed through my hands, some grown up now and some drowned by this time, but all good stuff for the sea, I donā€™t think I have done badly by it either. Were I to go home tomorrow, I bet that before two days passed over my head some sunburnt young chief mate would overtake me at some dock gateway or other, and a fresh deep voice speaking above my hat would ask: ā€˜Donā€™t you remember me, sir? Why! little So-and-so. Such and such a ship. It was my first voyage.ā€™ And I would remember a bewildered little shaver, no higher than the back of this chair, with a mother and perhaps a big sister on the quay, very quiet but too upset to wave their handkerchiefs at the ship that glides out gently between the pier-heads; or perhaps some decent middle-aged father who had come early with his boy to see him off, and stays all the morning, because he is interested in the windlass apparently, and stays too long, and has got to scramble ashore at last with no time at all to say goodbye. The mud pilot on the poop sings out to me in a drawl, ā€˜Hold her with the check line for a moment, Mister Mate. Thereā€™s a gentleman wants to get ashore.ā ā€Šā ā€¦ Up with you, sir. Nearly got carried off to Talcahuano, didnā€™t you? Nowā€™s your time; easy does it.ā ā€Šā ā€¦ All right. Slack away again forward there.ā€™ The tugs, smoking like the pit of perdition, get hold and churn the old river into fury; the gentleman ashore is dusting his kneesā ā€”the benevolent steward has shied his umbrella after him. All very proper. He has offered his bit of sacrifice to the sea, and now he may go home pretending he thinks nothing of it; and the little willing victim shall be very seasick before next morning. By-and-by, when he has learned all the little mysteries and the one great secret of the craft, he shall be fit to live or die as the sea may decree; and the man who had taken a hand in this fool game, in which the sea wins every toss, will be pleased to have his back slapped by a heavy young hand, and to hear a

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