Youth, a Narrative

You fight, work, sweat, nearly kill yourself, sometimes do kill yourself, trying to accomplish something—and you can't.

never saw her again... Pass the bottle.

Then to us: ‘A sailor has no business with a wife—I say. There I was, out of the ship. Well, no harm done this time. Let’s go and look at what that fool of a steamer smashed.’

sixty-year-old. Just imagine that old fellow saving heroically in his arms that old woman—the woman of his life

floating about the dock in that mizzly cold rain for nearly an hour. I was never so surprised in my life

Then somebody was heard saying, ‘All clear, sir.’... ‘Are you all right?’ asked the gruff voice. I had jumped

fore-end of a steamer loomed up close. I shouted down the cabin, ‘Come up, quick!’ and then heard a startled voice saying afar in the dark, ‘Stop her, sir.’ A bell jingled. Another

took sixteen days in all to get from London to the Tyne! When

‘This means another month in this beastly hole,’ said Mahon to me, as we peered with lamps about the splintered bulwarks and broken braces. ‘But where’s the captain?’

heavy crash as the steamer struck a glancing blow with the bluff of her bow about our fore-rigging. There