Lajmen Baum - Sam Steele's Adventures on Land and Sea

Samcome here!

It was Mrs. Rancks voice, and sounded more bitter and stringent than usual.

I can easily recall the little room in which I sat, poring over my next days lessons. It was in one end of the attic of our modest cottage, and the only room done off upstairs. The sloping side walls, that followed the lines of the roof, were bare except for the numerous pictures of yachts and other sailing craft with which I had plastered them from time to time. There was a bed at one side and a small deal table at the other, and over the little window was a shelf whereon I kept my meager collection of books.

Sam! Are you coming, or not?

With a sigh I laid down my book, opened the door, and descended the steep uncarpeted stairs to the lower room. This was Mrs. Rancks livingroom, where she cooked our meals, laid the table, and sat in her highbacked wooden rocker to darn and mend. It was a big, square room, which took up most of the space in the lower part of the house, leaving only a place for a small storeroom at one end and the Captains room at the other. At one side was the low, broad porch, with a door and two windows opening onto it, and at the other side, which was properly the back of the cottage, a small wing had been built which was occupied by the housekeeper as her sleeping chamber.

As I entered the livingroom in response to Mrs. Rancks summons I was surprised to find a stranger there, seated stiffly upon the edge of one of the straight chairs and holding his hat in his lap, where he grasped it tightly with two big, red fists, as if afraid that it would get away. He wore an old flannel shirt, open at the neck, and a weatherbeaten peajacket, and aside from these trademarks of his profession it was easy enough to determine from his air and manner that he was a seafaring man.

There was nothing remarkable about that, for every one in our little seacoast village of Batteraft got a living from old ocean, in one way or another; but what startled me was to find Mrs. Ranck confronting the sailor with a white face and a look of mingled terror and anxiety in her small gray eyes.

What is it, Aunt? I asked, a sudden fear striking to my heart as I looked from one to the other in my perplexity.

The woman did not reply, at first, but continued to stare wildly at the bowed head of the sailorbowed because he was embarrassed and ill at ease. But when he chanced to raise a rather appealing pair of eyes to her face she nodded, and said briefly:

Tell him.

Yes, marm, answered the man; but he shifted uneasily in his seat, and seemed disinclined to proceed further.

All this began to make me very nervous. Perhaps the man was a messengera bearer of news. And if so his tale must have an evil complexion, to judge by his manner and Mrs. Rancks stern face. I felt like shrinking back, like running away from some calamity that was about to overtake me. But I did not run. Boy though I was, and very inexperienced in the ways of life, with its troubles and tribulations, I knew that I must stay and hear all; and I braced myself for the ordeal.

Tell me, please, I said, and my voice was so husky and low that I could scarce hear it myself. Tell me; isis it aboutmy father?

The man nodded.

Its about the Capn, he said, looking stolidly into Mrs. Rancks cold features, as if striving to find in them some assistance. I was one as sailed with him las May aboard the Saracen.

Then why are you here? I cried, desperately, although even as I spoke there flashed across my mind a first realization of the horror the answer was bound to convey.

Cause the Saracen foundered off Lucayas, said the sailor, with blunt deliberation, an went to the bottom, th all handsall but me, that is. I caught a spar an floated three days an four nights, makin at last Andros Isle, where a fisherman pulled me ashore more deadn alive. Thats nigh three months agone, sir. Ive had fever sencebrain fever, they called itso I couldnt bring the news afore.

I felt my body swaying slightly, and wondered if it would fall. Then I caught at a ray of hope.

But my father, Captain Steele? Perhaps he, also, floated ashore! I gasped.

The sailor shook his head, regretfully.

None but me was saved alive, sir, he answered, in a solemn voice. The tide cast up a many o the Saracen corpses, while I lay in the fever; an the fisher folks give em a decent burial. But they saved the trinkets as was found on the dead men, an among em was Capn Steeles watch an ring. I kep em to bring to you. Here they be, he continued, simply, as he rose from his chair to place a small chamois bag reverently upon the table.

Mrs. Ranck pounced upon it and with trembling fingers untied the string. Then she drew forth my fathers wellknown round silver watch and the carbuncle ring he had worn upon his little finger ever since I could remember.

For a time no one spoke. I stared stupidly at the sailor, noticing that the buttons on his peajacket did not match and wondering if he always sewed them on himself. Mrs. Ranck had fallen back into her tall rockingchair, where she gyrated nervously back and forth, the left rocker creaking as if it needed greasing. Why was it that I could not burst into a flood of tears, or wail, or shriek, or do anything to prove that I realized myself suddenly bereft of the only friend I had in all the world? There was an iron band around my forehead, and another around my chest. My brain was throbbing under one, and my heart trying desperately to beat under the other. Yet outwardly I must have appeared calm enough, and the fact filled me with shame and disgust.

An orphan, now, and alone in the world. This father whom the angry seas had engulfed was the only relative I had known since my sweet little mother wearied of the world and sought refuge in Heaven, years and years ago. And while father sailed away on his stout ship the Saracen I was left to the care of the hard working but crabbed and cross old woman whom I had come to call, through courtesy and convenience, Aunt, although she was no relation whatever to me. Now I was alone in the world. Father, bluff and rugged, so strong and resourceful that I had seldom entertained a fear for his safety, was lying dead in the far away island of Andros, and his boy must hereafter learn to live without him.

The sailor, obviously uneasy at the effect of his ill tidings, now rose to go; but at his motion Mrs. Ranck seemed suddenly to recover the use of her tongue, and sternly bade him resume his seat. Then she plied him with questions concerning the storm and the catastrophe that followed it, and the man answered to the best of his ability.

Captain Steele was universally acknowledged one of the best and most successful seamen Batteraft had ever known. Through many years of trading in foreign parts he had not only become sole owner of the Saracen, but had amassed a fortune which, it was freely stated in the town, was enough to satisfy the desires of any man. But this was merely guesswork on the part of his neighbors, for when ashore the old sailor confided his affairs to no one, unless it might have been to Mrs. Ranck. For the housekeeper was a different person when the Captain was ashore, recounting her own virtues so persistently, and seeming so solicitous for my comfort, that poor father stood somewhat in awe of her exceptional nobility of character. As soon as he had sailed she dropped the mask, and was often unkind; but I never minded this enough to worry him with complaints, so he was unconscious of her true nature.

Indeed, my dear father had been so seldom at home that I dreaded to cause him one moments uneasiness. He was a reserved man, too, as is the case with so many sailors, and since the death of his dearly loved wife had passed but little of his time ashore. I am sure he loved me, for he always treated me with a rare tenderness; but he never would listen to my entreaties to sail with him.