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Audit yo doubt the talo I tell Moor through the South Pacific swell; Go where the branching choral hives Unending strife of endless lives; W here, leagued about the wildered boat, The rainbow jollies fill and float ; And, lilting' where the laver lingers, The starfish trips on all her fingers; Where,'neath hit myriad spines ashock,' Tho sea egg ripples down the rock; • An orange wonder dimly.guossed, From darkness whore the cuttles rest, Moored o'er tho darker deeps that hide The blind white sea -snake and his bride; Who, drowning, noso the long -lost; slaw; Lot down through darkne-a to their lips. —The Palms. Once a priest,. always . a priest ; once a Mason always a Mason ; but once a jour- nalist, alwaysand forever a journalist. There were three of us, all newspaper men the only passengers on a little tramp steam- er that ran where her owners told her to go. She had once been the Bilbao iron ore business, had been leut'to the Spanish Gov- ernment for service at Manilla, and was end- ing her days in the Cape. Town coolie trade, with occasionaltrips to Madagascar andeven as far as England. We found her going to Southampton in ballast and shipped in her because the fares were nominal. There was Keller of an American paper on his way back to the States from palace executions in Madagascar ; there was a burly Half Dutchman called Zuyland, who owned and edited a` paper RI country ; and there was myself, who had solemnly put away all jour- nalism, vowing to forget that I had ever known the difference between an imprint and a stereo advertisement. Three minutes after Keller spoke to me, as the Rathmines oleared Cape Town, I had forgotten the aloofness that I desired to feign, and was in a heated discussion on the imrnorality of expanding telegrams be- yond a certain point. Then Zuyland came out of his stateroom, and we were all at home instantly, because we were mon .of the same profession needing no introduction. We annexed the boat formally, broke open the passenger's bathroom door—on the Man- illa lines the Dons do not wash—cleaned out the orange peel andcigar ends in the bottom of the bath hired a� Lasear to shave us throughout the voyage, and then asked each others. names, Three ordinary men would have quarreled through sheer boredom before they reached Southampton, We, by virtue of our craft, were anything bet ordinary men. A large percentage of the tales of the world, the thirty-nine that can not be told to ladies and one that can, are common pro- perty coming of a common stock. We told thorn all, as a matter of form, with all their looal and specific variants which are surpris- ing. Then came, in the intervals of steady card play, mare personal histories of adven- ture and things seen and reported, panics among white folk, when the blind terror ran from plan to man on the Brooklyn. bridnge and people crushed each other to de bridge, they knew not why ; fires, and faces that opened and shut their mouths horribly at red-hot window frames ; wrecks in frost and snow, reported from the sleetshoathed rescue tug at the .risk of frost -bite; long rides after diamond thieves ; skirmishes on the veli and municipal committees with the Boers ; glimpses of lazy tangled Cape poli- ties ; card ttilos, horse tales, womantales, by the score and the half hundred ; till the first mate, who had seen more than all us put together, but lacked words in which to clothe his takes, sat open-mouthed far into the dawn. When the taloa were done we picked up cards till a curious band or achance remark made one orother ofussay : ""That remiiuls me of a man who—or a, business which—" and the anecdotes would continue while the Rathnninoa kicked her way northward through the warm water. On the daybreak of ono particularly warm night we three were sitting im- mediately in front of the wheel -house where an ofd Swedish boatswain whoi a we call " Frithiof the Dane" was at the wheel pre- tending that be could nob hear our stories. Once or twice Frithiof spun the spokes curiously, and Keller lifted his head from a long chair to ask, "What is it ? Can't you get any steerage way on her ?" " There is a feel in the water," said Frithiof, " that I can not understand. I think that we run downhills or something. She steers bad this morning." Nobody seems to know the laws that govern the pulse of the big waters. Some- times even a landsman can tell that the solid ocean is a -tilt, and that the ship is working herself up some long, unseen slope ; and sometimes the captain says, when neither full steam nor fair wind justify the length of a day's run, that tjie ship is sag- ging downhill ; but how these ups and downs come about has not been settled authoritatively. " No, it is a following sea," said Frithiof " and with a following sea you shall not get good. steerage way." The sea was as smooth es a duck -pond, excep for a regular oily swell. As I looked over the side to see where it might be fol- lowing ns from., the sun in a perfectly clear sky struck the water with its light so sharply that it seemed as though the sea should clang like a burnished gong. The wake of the screw and the little white streak cut by the long -line hanging over the stern were the only marks on the water as far as the eye could reach. Kelle rolled out his chair and went aft to get a pineapple from the ripening stook that were hung inside the after awning. " Frithiof, the log -line has got tired of ,, swimming.Its comm g home, he drawled. " What ?"said Frithiof, his voice jumping several octaves. "Copping home," Keller repeated, lean- ing over the stern. I ran to his side and saw the log -line, which till then had been drawn tense over the stern railing, slacken and loop. Frithiof called up the speaking - tube to the bridge, and the bridge an- swered : " Yes, nine knots an hour, you old idiot." '.Then Frithiof spoke again, and the answer was, " What de you want of the ski ,per ?" and-Frithiof bellowed, " Call him up, By thistime Zuyland, Keller, and myself had caught something ot Frithiof's excite- ment, for any emotion on - shipboard is most contagious. " The Captain ran out of his cabin, spoke to Frithiof, looked at the log -lice, jumped on the bridge, and in a minute we felt the steamer swiug round, as Frithiof turned her. " Going back to Cape Town ?" said Keller, Frithiof did not answer, but tore away at the wheel. Then he beckoned us three to -i :;, and we held the wheel down till the,Rathmines answered it, and we found ourselves looking into the white of our own wake, with. the still oily sea tearing past our bows, though we were not going more than half steam ahead. The Captain stretched out his arm from the bridge and shouted. A minute later I would have given a great deal to have shouted, too, for one-half of the sea seemed to shoulder itself -above the other half, and came on in the shape of a hill. There was neither o -ov r to, it . ei er crest,comb nor ur e th1 nothingbut I ne water, with little waves .chasing each otierabouthe flanks, 1 saw it steam past, end on a `; level with thy'' Rathmines' bow -plates before the steamer. made up her mind to rise, and I argued this would be the last of all voyages for rue. Then we rose for ever and ever and ever, till 'heard Keller saying in my ear : "The bowels of the deep, good Lord 1" and the Bathmines stood poised, her screw racing and drumining on the slope of a hollow that stretched,clownw,ard for. a good half -mile. We went down that: hollow nose udder for the most part, .and the air smelt wet and muddy, like an emptied aquarium. There was a- second hill to climb ; I saw that much; but the water came aboard and carried me aft till it jammed me againstthe smoking -room door, aid before I could catch breath or clear my eyes again we were rolling.to.and fro in torn water with the scuppers pouring like eaves in a thun- derstorm. - There were three waves," said Keller ; " and the stoke -holds flooded." Tho fireman were on deck waiting, ap- parently, to be drowned. The engineer came and dragged thein below, and the crew, gasping, began to work the clumsy board ot trade pump. That showed nothing serious, and when I understood that the Rathmines was really on the water and not beneath it, I asked what had happened. "The captain says it was a blow-up un- der the sea—a volcano," said Keller. " It hasn't warmed anything," I said, I was feeling bitterly cold and cold was al- most unknown in those waters, I went be- low to change my clothes and when T came up everything was wiped out in clinging white fog, • "Are there going to be any more sur- prises ?" said Keller to the captain. "I don't know. Be thankful you're alive, gentlemen. That's a tidal wave thrown up by a volcano. Probably the bottom.of the sea has been lifted a few feet somewhere or other. I can't quite understand this cold spall. Our sea thermometersavethawnt r is 44•tiegrees and it should be 08 degrees at least. "It's abominable,'' said Keller, shivering "But hadn't you better attend to the tog bornthingg' ?n It seems to me that I heard some- „ Heard) Good heavensl„ said the cap- tain from the bridge. "I should think you did.” He pulled the string of our fog horn, which was a weak ono. It sputtered and choked, because the stoke hold was full of water and the fires were half drowned, and at last gave out a moans It was answered from the fog by one of tht most appalling steam syrens that I have ever Beard. Keller turned as white as I did, for the fog, the cold Log, was upon us, and any man may be forgiven far fearing the death he can not see. Give her steam there 1" said the captain to the engine -room. "Steam for the whistle, if you have to go dead slow." 1Ve bellowed again, and the damp dripped off the awning an the deck as wo listened for the reply. It seemed to be astern this time, but much nearer than before. " The Pembroke Castle, by gum !" said Keller and then, viciously, " Well, thank God, we shall sink her, too," " It's a side -wheel steamer." I whispered. " Can't you hear the paddles?" This time we whistled and roared till the steam gave out, and the answer nearly deafened us, There was a sound of frantic thrashing in the water, apparently about fifty yards away, and something shot past in the whiteness that looked as tlutugh it were gray and red. "The Pembroke Castle bottom up," said Keller, who, being a journalist, always sought for explanations. "'That's the colors of a castle liner, We're in for a big thing." "The sett is bewitched," said Frithiof, from the wheel -house. " There are two steamers." Another syron sounded on our bow, and thoiittlesteamerrollediu the wash of some- thing that had passed unseen. " We're evidently in the middle of a fleet," said Keller, quietly. "if one doesn't run us down, the other will. Phew! what in the world is that?" I sniffed, for there was a poisonous rank smell in the cold. air—a smell that I had smelt before. " If I was on lanai should say that it was an alligator. It smells like musk—the musk of snakes," I answered. "Not ten thousand alligators could make that smell," said Zuyland; "I have smelt them." "Bewitched! Bewitched!" said Frithiof. "The sea she is turned upside down, and. we are walking along the bottom-" Again the Rathmines rolled in the wash of some unseen ship, and a silver gray wave broke over the bow, leaving on the deck a sheet of sediment—the gray broth of the sea. A sprinkling of the wave fell on my face, and it was so cold that it stung as boiling water stings. The dead and most untouched deep water of the sea had been heaved to the top by the subma- rine volcano—the chill still water that kills all life and smells of desolation and empti- ness. We did not need either the blinding fog or that indescribable smell of musk to make us unhappy—we were shivering with cold and wretchedness where we stood, "The hot air on the cold water makes this fog," said the Capt,n; "it ought to clear in a little time." "Whistle, oh, whistle ! and let's get out of it," said Keller. The Captain whistled again, and far and far astern the invisible twin steam syrens answered us. Their blasting shriek grew louder, till at last it seemed to tear out of uarter, and I cow- eredthe fog just above our 'q w ered while the Rathmines plunged bows tui- der on a double swell that crossed. " No more," said Frithiof. . "It is not good any more. Let us get away, in the name of God-" " Now, if a torpedo boat with a City of Paris syren went mad and broke her moor- ings and hired a friend to help her, it's just conceivable that we might be carried as we aro now. Otherwise this thing 18--" The last wordsdied on Keller's Iips, his eyes began to start from his head and his jaw fell. Some six or seven feet above the port bulwarks, frained in fog, and as utterly .unsupported as the full moon, hung a face. It was not human, and it certainly was not animal, for it did not belong to this earth as known to man.. The mouth was open, re- vealing a ridiculously tiny tongue—as alt. surd as the tongue of an elephant ; there were tense wrinkles of white skin at the angles of the drawn lips, white feelers like those of a barbel sprung from the lower jaw, and there was no sign of teeth within the mouth. But the horror of the face lay in the eyes, for those were sightless—white, in sockets as white as scraped bone, at.d blind. Yet for all this the face, wrinkled as the mask of a lion is drawn on Assyrian sculp- ture, was alive with rage and terror. One long white feeler touched our bulwarks. Than the face disappeared with the swift- ness of a blind worm, and the next thing that I remember is my awn voioein my own ears, saying gravely to the mainmast, "' But to h e b e creed Oka •. ad t e n f h , a bl de . u is >�v x it r out of its •o t you k o mouth, hn w Keller came np to me, ashy white. He• put his hand into his pocket, took a cigar, hit it dropped it, thrust his shaking thumb intoliis mouth and inumbled. "Tho giant gooseberry and the raining frogs 1 Gimme a light=Gimme a light I. I say, gimme a light." A, little bead of blood dropped from his. thumbnail, • I respected the motive, though the man- ifestation was absurd, " Stop, you'll bite your thumb off," I said, and Keller laughed brokenly as he picked up his cigar. Only Zuyland, leaning over the port bulwarks, seemed self-possessed. He declared later that he was nothing of the sort. " We've seen it," he said, turning rotind. " That is it," - " What ? " said Keller; chewing the. un- lighted oigar. As he spoke the fog was blown into shreds, and we saw the sea, gray with mud, rolling on every side of us and empty of all. life. Then in one spot it bubbled and be- came like the pot of ointment that the l Iibie speaks of. From that wide -ringed trouble a Thing came up—a gray and red thing with a neck—a Thing that bellowed and writhed in pain. Frithiof drew in his breath and held it till the red letters of the ship's name, woven across his jersey, strag- gled and opened out as though they had been type badly set. Then he said with a little clutch in his throat, "Ah me ! It is blind," and a murmur of pity went through us all, for wo could see that the thing on the water was blind . and in pain, Something had gashed and out the great sides cruelly' and the blood was spurting out. The gray ooze of the undermost sea lay in the monstrous wrink- les of the back and poured away in Bluoes. The blind white head flung back and bat- tered the wounds, and the body in its tor- ment rose clear of the red gray waves till we saw a pair of monstrousshoulders streak- ed with weed and rough viith shells, but as white in the clear spaces as the hairless, mancless, blind, toothless head. Afterward cam. a andthe bound of o dot onthehorizon a shrill scream, and it was as though a shuttle shot all across the sea in one breath and a second head and neck tore through the levels, driving a whispering wall of water to right and left. The two Things met—the one untouched.and the other in ita death throe—male and female, we said, the female, coming to the male. She cir- cled round him, bellowing, and laid her neck across the curve of vis great turtle hack and he disappeared under water for an instant, but flung up again, granting in agony while the blood ran. Once the entire Bead and neck shot clear of the water and stiffened, and I heard Keller saying, as if the was watching a ing a street accident, "Give him air ! For God's sake! give him air 1" Then the death struggle began, with erampings and twist-' ings and jerkings of the white bulk to and fro. Still our little' steamer rolled again, and each gray wave coated her plates with the gray slime. The sun was clear, there was no wind, and svo watched—the whole crew, stokers and all — in wonder and pity, but chiefly pity. The thing was so helpless and save for his mate, so alone. No human eye should have beheld hhn; i, was mon- strous and indecent to exhibit him therein trade waters between atlas degrees of lati- tude. He Iiad been spewed up, mangled and dying from his rest on the sea floor, where he might have lived till the Judgment Day, and we saw the tides of his life go from him as an angry tide goes out across rocks in the teeth of a landward gale. The u rocking water a little dis mate 1 iocki on the �� e 5 b tauce off, belluwi.,g continually, and the smell came down upon the ship, making us cough. At last the battle of life was ended in a battle of colored seas. We saw the writh- ing neck fall like a flail, the carcass turn sideways, showing the glint of a white belly and the inset of a gigantic hind leg or flap- per. Then all sank and the sea boiled over it, while the mate swam round and round, darting her blind Bead in every direction. Though we might, have feared that one would attack the steamerno power on earth could have drawer any one of us from our places inthat hour. Wo watched, holding our breaths. The mate paused in her search, we could hear the wash beating along her reared her neck as high as she could sides, reach, blind and lonely in all that loneliness of the sea, and sent one desperate bellow booming across the swells, as an oyster shell skips across a pond. Then she made off to the westward, the sun shining on the white head and the wake behind it, till nothing was left to sec Mita little pin point of silver on the hori- zon. We stood on our course again, and the Rathmines, coated with the sea -sediment from bow to stern, looked like a ship that had been made gray with terror * x * * ?, * the • showed the stucco villas on da s w co l green 'tin s of1an&— trio and'the awful orderliness n 1. D B upon line, wall upon wall, solid stone dock and monolithic pier, We ,waited an hour in . the customs shed, and there was ample time for the effect to soak in. "Now, Keller, you face the. music. The Havel goes out to -day. Mail in her, and I'll take you to the telegraph office," I said. I heard Keller gasp as the influence cof the land closed around him, cowing him as they say Newmarket Heath cows a young horse unused to open country. "I want to retouch my stuff. Suppose ose we wait till we get to London?' mod. Zuyland, by the way, hats torn up his ae- couut and thrown it overboard that morning early. In the train Keller began to revise his copy and every time that he looked at the trim little fields, the red villasa: , and°the emban- menta of the track, the blue pencil plunged remorsely through the slips. He appeared to have dredged the dictionary for adjectives I could find none that he bad not. Yet he was a perfectly sound poker playerand never showed more cards than were sufficient to take a pool: Arent you going to leave him a single bel- low. I.esked,sympathetically. "Remember, everything goes in the States, from a.trouser button to a double eagle." " That's just the curse of it," said Keller below his breath. " We've played 'em for suckers so often that when it comes to the golden truth—I'd like to try this on a London paper, You have first call there, though." " Not in the least, I'm not touching the thing in the papers. I Beall be happy to leave 'em all to you; but surely you'll cable it home?" " No. Not if I can make the scoop here and see the Britishers sit up." "You won't do it with three columns of slushy headline, believe me." "I'm beginning to think that, too. Does nothing make any difference in this country he said, looking out of the window. " How old is that farm house ?" "New. It can't be more than 200 years at the most." "Um. Fields, too?" "That hedge there must have been .clipped for about eighty years." "Labor cheap—eb?" "Pretty much.Well,1 suppose you'dd like to trthe Times, wuldn't you?" "No," said Beller, looking at Winchester Cathedral. "Might as well try to electrify a bay -rick. And to thiuk that any New York paper would take three columns and ask for more—with illustrations, tool It's sickening," "Bat the Times might," I' began. Keller flung his paper across the carriage, and it opened in its austere majesty of solid type—opened with the crackle of an ency- clopedia. "Might! You might work your way through the bow -plates of a cruiser. ' Look at that first page!" "It strikes you thnt way, does it?" I said, "Then I'd recommend you to try a light and frivolonecurve i, "With thing like this of mine—of ours? It's sacred history!" I showed him a paper which I conceived would be after his own heart, in that it was modeled on American lines, " That's homey," he said "but it's not the real thing. Now I should like one of these fat old Times' columns. Probably there'd be a bishop in the office." When we reached London Keller disap- peared in the direction of the Strand. What lis experiences may have been lean not tell, but it seems that he invaded the office of an. evening paper at 11;45 a.m. (I told him English editors were most idle at that hour), and mentioned my name as that of a wit- ness to the truth of his story. " I was nearly fired out," he said furiously at lunch. "As soon as I mentioned you, the old man said that I was to tell you that they didn'twant any more of your praotical jokes, and that you knew the hours to call if you had anything to boll, and that they'd see you condemned before they helped to puff one of your infernal yarns in advance. Say, what record do you hold for truth in this pity, anyway 1" " A beauty. You ran tip against it, that's all' Why don't you leave the English papers alone and cable to New York? Everything goes over there." "Can't you see that's just why?" he re- peated. " I saw it a long time ago. You don't in- tend to cable, then ?" "Yes I do," he answered, in the over emphatic voice of one does not know his own mind. That afternoon I walked him abroad over the streets that run beats een the pavements like channels of grooved and tongued lava, and the bridges that are made of enduring stone, through subways floored and sided with yard thick concrete, between houses that are never rebuilt, and by river steps hewn to the eye from living socks. A. black fog chased us into Westminister Abby; and standing there in the darkness, I could hear the wings of the dead centuries cireuling round the head of Litchfield. A Keller, of Dayton, Ohio, U. S. A., whose mission it was to snake the Britishers sit up. He stumbled gasping into the thick gloom, and the roar of the traffic came to his be- wildered ears. " Let's go to the telegraph office and cable," I said. " Can't you hear the New York papers crying for news of the great sea serpent, blind, white and smelling of musk, stricken to death by a submarine volcano, assisted by a loving wife to die in raid -ocean, as visualized by an independent American citizen, the breezy, newsy, brainy newspaper man from Dayton, Ohio ? 'Rah for the Buckeye Stab . Step lively ! Both gates ! Szzboom - 1" Faller was a Prince- ton man, and he seemed to need enco rage- ment. "You've got vie no your own ground,' said he, tugging at his overcoat pocket. He pulled out his copy, with the cable forms—for he had written out his telegram my hand them all into . —dud put egroaning "I pass. If I hadn't come to your cursed country, if I'd sent it off at Southampton, if Fever get you west of the Alleghenies, if—" " Never mind, Keller. It isn't your fault. It's the fault of your conntry. If you had been 700 years older you'd have done what I ain going to do." " What are you going to do ?" " Tell 'it was a lie." " Fiction ?" This was the full• blooded disgust of a journalist for the illegitimate branoh of the profession. •" You can -tell it what you like. I shall call it a lie," And lie it has become, for truth is a nak- ed lady, and if by accident she is drawn up from the bottom of the sea, it behoves a gentleman either to give her a petticoat or to turn his face to the wall and vow that he did not see. " We must pool our notes," was the first coherent remark from Keller. "We're three trained journalists—we hold absolutely the biggest scoop on record. Start fair. I objected to this. Nothing is gained by collaboration in journalism when all deal with the same facts, so we went to work, each .according to his own lights. Keller triple -headed his account, talked ahput our "gallant captain," and wound up with an illusion to American enterprise in that it was a citizen of Darton, Ohio, thathad seen the sea serpent. This sort of thing would have discredited the resurrection, much more a mere sea tale. Zuyland took a heavy column and a half, giving approximate lengths and breadths and the whole list of the crew whom he had sworn an oath to testify to his facts. I wrote three-quarters of a leaded burgeois column, roughly speak- ing, and refrained from putting any Jour- nalese into it, for reasons that•had begun to appear. Keller was insolent with joy. He was going to cable from Southampton to a New York paper, mail his account to America on the same day, paralyze London with his three columns of loosely knitted headlines, and generally efface the earth. " You'll see how I work a big scoop when I get it," he said. "Is this your first visit to .England?" I asked. " Yes," said he. " You don't seem to ap- preciate the beauty of our scoop. It's pyr- amidal—the death of the sea -serpent ! Good heavens alive, man, it's the biggest thing ever vouchsafed to a newspaper 1" • ". Curious to think that it will never ap- pear in any paper, isn't it?" I said. • Zuyland was near me, and be nodded quickly. " What do you mean?" said Keller. "If you're enough of an unenterprising Bri- Britisher to throw this thing away, I shan't. I thought you were anewspaper man." " I am. That's why Iknow. Don'tslop over, Keller. Remember I'm seven hundred years your senior, and what your grand- children may kno w five hnndredyears hence, I learned from my grandfather almout five hundred years ago. You, won't do it, be- cause you can't.", This conversation was held in an opensea,. where everything seems possible, some hip-, dred miles from Southampton. We passed the Needles light at dawn, and the lifting "To what do you attribute your longevi- ty?" asked an' investigator ofa centenarian• ' To the fact that I never died," was the conclusive reply, Children Cry for Pitcher's Castoria. . :AyerVigor u • . 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