A Poor Man's House Part 30
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"Can 'ee smell ort?" asked John sniffing out over the bows.
"Herring!" said I. "I can smell 'em plainly."
"Then there's fish about."
Tony however remarked the absence of birds, and declared that the water didn't look so fishy as when they had their last big haul. "They herrings be gone east," he repeated.
"G'out! What did 'ee come west for then? I told yu to du as yu was minded, an' yu did, didn' 'ee? Us'll haul up in a couple o' hours an'
see w'er us got any."
We didn't turn in. We piled on clothes and stayed drinking, smoking, chatting, singing--a boat-full of life swinging gently to the nets in an immense dark silence, an immense sea-whisper.
[Sidenote: _HAULING IN THE NETS_]
About nine o'clock we hauled in for not more than nine dozen of fish.
The sea-fire glimmered on the rising net, glittered in the boat, and then, with an almost painful suddenness, snuffed out. "They be so full as eggs," said John every minute or two, holding out fish to Tony, who felt them and answered, "Iss, they'm no scanters [sp.a.w.ned or undersized fish]. _They_ bain't here alone."
Nets inboard, we rowed a little east of another boat, to shoot a second time. John said, "Hoist the sail, can't 'ee." Tony said, "What's the need?"
Before eleven we were foul of the other boat's nets and had again to haul in. Tony puffed and panted with the double weight; John disentangled the mesh and swore.
"If we'd a-hoisted the sail..." he grumbled.
"There wasn't no need if we'd a-pulled a bit farther."
"What's the good o' pulling yer arms out?"
"I knowed where to go, on'y yu said we was far enough."
"No I didn't!"
"S'thee think I don' know where to shute a fleet o' nets?"
"Well, we'm foul, anyhow."
"I was herring drifting afore yu was born. I knows well enough."
"Why don' 'ee hae yer own way then, if yu knows. Yu'm s'posed to be skipper here."
"If I'd had me own way...."
"Hould thy b.l.o.o.d.y row, casn'!"
It sounded like murder gathering up; but Tony calls it their brotherly love-talk, and they are no worse friends for it all. The better the catch, the more exciting the work, and the livelier the love-talk. They say, therefore, that it brings luck to a boat.
A third time we shot nets, safely to the east of every other craft.
Then John with his legs in a sack and a fearnought jacket round him, snored in the cutty, whilst Tony nodded sleepily outside. The sky eastwards had already in it the weird whitish light of the coming moon.
The risen wind was piping out from land. I could see the bobbing lights of the other drifters to westward, and the glint of the Seacombe lamps on the water. Every now and then a broken wave came up to the boat with a confidential hiss. I had a constant impression that out of the dark flood some great voice was going to speak to me--speak quite softly.
"Shall us hot some more tea?" said Tony. "My feet be dead wi' cold."
We took the old fish-box and placed on the pebbles in it an old saucepan half full of oak.u.m soaked in paraffin. Across the saucepan we ledged a sooty swivel, and on the swivel a black tin kettle which leaked slowly into the flame. Tony and myself lay with our four feet c.o.c.ked along the edge of the box for warmth. The smoke stank in our nostrils, but the flame was cheery. By that flickering light the boat looked a great deep place, full of lumber and the blackest shadows. The herring scales glittered and the worn-out varnish was like rich brown velvet. And how good the tea, though it tasted of nothing but sugar, smoke, paraffin and herring.
[Sidenote: _A LONG NIGHT AT SEA_]
It was nearly midnight. Tony suggested forty winks.
John was still sprawling beneath the cutty. Tony and I snoozed under the mainsail, huddled up together for the sake of warmth, like animals in a nest. At intervals we got up to peep over the gunwale or to bale the boat out. Then with comic sighs we coiled down together again. It was bitterly cold in the small hours. We pooled our vitality, as it were, and shared and shared alike. When we finally awoke, about five in the morning, the wind had died down, the sky and moon were clouded, and a dull mist was creeping over the sea.
We hauled in the net--fathoms of it for scarcely a fish.
"Have 'ee got anything to eat?" asked Tony.
"No."
"Have yu got ort to drink?" asked John.
"No."
"Got a cigarette?" I asked.
"Not one."
"If we was to go a bit farther out and shute...." said Tony.
"G'out! Hould yer row!"
"All very well for yu. Yu been sleeping there for all the world like a gert duncow [dog-fish]. Why didn' 'ee wake up an' hae a yarn for to keep things merry like?"
[Sidenote: _NORT' AT ALL_]
John was leaning out over the bows. He rose up; stretched himself.
"Shute again!" he said with scorn. "Us an't got nort to eat, nort to drink, nort to smoke, nor nort to talk about, an' us an't catched nort.
Gimme thic sweep there, an' let's get in out o' it, I say."
It was foggy. I steered the boat by compa.s.s over a sea that, under the smudged moon, was in colour and curve like pale violently shaken liquid mud. In time we glimpsed the cliffs with the mist creeping up over them. Day was beginning to break, and with a breath of wind that had sprung up from the SE., we glided like a phantom s.h.i.+p on a phantom sea towards a phantom town between whose blind houses the wisps of the fog writhed tortuously.
Sixteen hours to sea in an open boat--for three hundred herrings--and the price three s.h.i.+llings a hundred!
It is nothing to fishermen, that; but we were all glad of our breakfast, a smoke and our beds.
4
Tony was gone to sea on Christmas Eve. (They caught three thousand).
Mrs Widger had cricked her back, or had caught cold in it standing at the back door with the steaming wash-tub in front of her and a northerly wind behind. We wanted some supper beer....
I felt more than a little shy on entering the jug and bottle department with a jug. It is such a secret place. To face a bar full of people and plump a jug down on the counter, is one thing; but it is quite another to slink up the stairs and into the wooden box--about seven feet high and four by four--that does duty for the jug and bottle department, and the privy tippling place, of the Alexandra Hotel. There is no gas there. Light filters in from elsewhere. It holds about five people, jammed close together. Round it runs a shelf for gla.s.ses, and at one end is a tiny door through which jugs are pa.s.sed to the barman. Once there was a curtain across the entrance, but it was put to such good and frequent use that they removed it. Talk in the jug and bottle box is usually carried on in soft whispers punctuated by laughter.
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