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"'
You
Englishmen
are
all
rogues
,
"
went
on
my
patriotic
Flensborg
or
Stettin
Australian
.
I
really
do
n't
recollect
now
what
decent
little
port
on
the
shores
of
the
Baltic
was
defiled
by
being
the
nest
of
that
precious
bird
.
"
What
are
you
to
shout
?
Eh
?
You
tell
me
?
You
no
better
than
other
people
,
and
that
old
rogue
he
make
Gottam
fuss
with
me
.
"
His
thick
carcass
trembled
on
its
legs
that
were
like
a
pair
of
pillars
;
it
trembled
from
head
to
foot
.
"
That
's
what
you
English
always
make
--
make
a
tam
'
fuss
--
for
any
little
thing
,
because
I
was
not
born
in
your
tam
'
country
.
Take
away
my
certificate
.
Take
it
.
I
do
n't
want
the
certificate
.
A
man
like
me
do
n't
want
your
verfluchte
certificate
.
I
shpit
on
it
.
"
He
spat
.
"
I
vill
an
Amerigan
citizen
begome
,
"
he
cried
,
fretting
and
fuming
and
shuffling
his
feet
as
if
to
free
his
ankles
from
some
invisible
and
mysterious
grasp
that
would
not
let
him
get
away
from
that
spot
.
He
made
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
.
That
's
how
he
looked
,
and
it
was
odious
.
I
waited
to
see
him
overwhelmed
,
confounded
,
pierced
through
and
through
,
squirming
like
an
impaled
beetle
--
and
I
was
half
afraid
to
see
it
too
--
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
bush
--
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
survive
--
survive
the
condemnation
,
survive
the
halter
,
by
Jove
!
And
there
are
things
--
they
look
small
enough
sometimes
too
--
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
do
n'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
face
--
a
readiness
unintellectual
enough
,
goodness
knows
,
but
without
pose
--
a
power
of
resistance
,
do
n't
you
see
,
ungracious
if
you
like
,
but
priceless
--
an
unthinking
and
blessed
stiffness
before
the
outward
and
inward
terrors
,
before
the
might
of
nature
and
the
seductive
corruption
of
men
--
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
back-door
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
!
'
This
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
of
--
of
nerves
,
let
us
say
.
He
was
the
kind
of
fellow
you
would
,
on
the
strength
of
his
looks
,
leave
in
charge
of
the
deck
--
figuratively
and
professionally
speaking
.
I
say
I
would
,
and
I
ought
to
know
.
Have
n'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
thought
--
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
do
n't
think
I
have
done
badly
by
it
either
.
Were
I
to
go
home
to-morrow
,
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
:
"
Do
n't
you
remember
me
,
sir
?
Why
!
little
So-and-so
.
Such
and
such
a
ship
.
It
was
my
first
voyage
.
"
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
good-bye
.
The
mud
pilot
on
the
poop
sings
out
to
me
in
a
drawl
,
"
Hold
her
with
the
check
line
for
a
moment
,
Mister
Mate
.
There
's
a
gentleman
wants
to
get
ashore
...
Up
with
you
,
sir
.
Nearly
got
carried
off
to
Talcahuano
,
did
n't
you
?
Now
's
your
time
;
easy
does
it
...
All
right
.
Slack
away
again
forward
there
.
"
The
tugs
,
smoking
like
the
pit
of
perdition
,
get
hold
and
churn
the
old
river
into
fury
;
the
gentleman
ashore
is
dusting
his
knees
--
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
sea-sick
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
cheery
sea-puppy
voice
:
"
Do
you
remember
me
,
sir
?
The
little
So-and-so
.
"
'
I
tell
you
this
is
good
;
it
tells
you
that
once
in
your
life
at
least
you
had
gone
the
right
way
to
work
.
I
have
been
thus
slapped
,
and
I
have
winced
,
for
the
slap
was
heavy
,
and
I
have
glowed
all
day
long
and
gone
to
bed
feeling
less
lonely
in
the
world
by
virtue
of
that
hearty
thump
.
Do
n't
I
remember
the
little
So-and-so
's
!
I
tell
you
I
ought
to
know
the
right
kind
of
looks
.
I
would
have
trusted
the
deck
to
that
youngster
on
the
strength
of
a
single
glance
,
and
gone
to
sleep
with
both
eyes
--
and
,
by
Jove
!
it
would
n't
have
been
safe
.
There
are
depths
of
horror
in
that
thought
.
He
looked
as
genuine
as
a
new
sovereign
,
but
there
was
some
infernal
alloy
in
his
metal
.
How
much
?
The
least
thing
--
the
least
drop
of
something
rare
and
accursed
;
the
least
drop
!
--
but
he
made
you
--
standing
there
with
his
do
n't
-
care-hang
air
--
he
made
you
wonder
whether
perchance
he
were
nothing
more
rare
than
brass
.
'
I
could
n't
believe
it
.
I
tell
you
I
wanted
to
see
him
squirm
for
the
honour
of
the
craft
.
The
other
two
no-account
chaps
spotted
their
captain
,
and
began
to
move
slowly
towards
us
.
They
chatted
together
as
they
strolled
,
and
I
did
not
care
any
more
than
if
they
had
not
been
visible
to
the
naked
eye
.
They
grinned
at
each
other
--
might
have
been
exchanging
jokes
,
for
all
I
know
.
I
saw
that
with
one
of
them
it
was
a
case
of
a
broken
arm
;
and
as
to
the
long
individual
with
grey
moustaches
he
was
the
chief
engineer
,
and
in
various
ways
a
pretty
notorious
personality
.
They
were
nobodies
.
They
approached
.
The
skipper
gazed
in
an
inanimate
way
between
his
feet
:
he
seemed
to
be
swollen
to
an
unnatural
size
by
some
awful
disease
,
by
the
mysterious
action
of
an
unknown
poison
.
He
lifted
his
head
,
saw
the
two
before
him
waiting
,
opened
his
mouth
with
an
extraordinary
,
sneering
contortion
of
his
puffed
face
--
to
speak
to
them
,
I
suppose
--
and
then
a
thought
seemed
to
strike
him
.
His
thick
,
purplish
lips
came
together
without
a
sound
,
he
went
off
in
a
resolute
waddle
to
the
gharry
and
began
to
jerk
at
the
door-handle
with
such
a
blind
brutality
of
impatience
that
I
expected
to
see
the
whole
concern
overturned
on
its
side
,
pony
and
all
.
The
driver
,
shaken
out
of
his
meditation
over
the
sole
of
his
foot
,
displayed
at
once
all
the
signs
of
intense
terror
,
and
held
with
both
hands
,
looking
round
from
his
box
at
this
vast
carcass
forcing
its
way
into
his
conveyance
.
