pretty　much　to　his　own　thoughts。　　Of　course　he　never　did　any
  work；　except；　perhaps；　to　cast　off　some　rope　when　hailed：　　〃He；
  l'Ancien！　let　go　the　halyards　there；　at　your　hand〃or　some　such
  request　of　an　easy　kind。
  No　one　took　notice　in　any　way　of　the　chuckling　within　the　shadow
  of　the　hood。　　He　kept　it　up　for　a　long　time　with　intense
  enjoyment。　　Obviously　he　had　preserved　intact　the　innocence　of
  mind　which　is　easily　amused。　　But　when　his　hilarity　had　exhausted
  itself；　he　made　a　professional　remark　in　a　self…assertive　but
  quavering　voice：
  〃Can't　expect　much　work　on　a　night　like　this。〃
  No　one　took　it　up。　　It　was　a　mere　truism。　　Nothing　under　canvas
  could　be　expected　to　make　a　port　on　such　an　idle　night　of　dreamy
  splendour　and　spiritual　stillness。　　We　would　have　to　glide　idly
  to　and　fro；　keeping　our　station　within　the　appointed　bearings；
  and；　unless　a　fresh　breeze　sprang　up　with　the　dawn；　we　would　land
  before　sunrise　on　a　small　islet　that；　within　two　miles　of　us；
  shone　like　a　lump　of　frozen　moonlight；　to　〃break　a　crust　and　take
  a　pull　at　the　wine　bottle。〃　　I　was　familiar　with　the　procedure。
  The　stout　boat　emptied　of　her　crowd　would　nestle　her　buoyant；
  capable　side　against　the　very　rocksuch　is　the　perfectly　smooth
  amenity　of　the　classic　sea　when　in　a　gentle　mood。　　The　crust
  broken；　and　the　mouthful　of　wine　swallowedit　was　literally　no
  more　than　that　with　this　abstemious　racethe　pilots　would　pass
  the　time　stamping　their　feet　on　the　slabs　of　sea…salted　stone　and
  blowing　into　their　nipped　fingers。　　One　or　two　misanthropists
  would　sit　apart　perched　on　boulders　like　man…like　sea…fowl　of
  solitary　habits；　the　sociably　disposed　would　gossip　scandalously
  in　little　gesticulating　knots；　and　there　would　be　perpetually　one
  or　another　of　my　hosts　taking　aim　at　the　empty　horizon　with　the
  long；　brass　tube　of　the　telescope；　a　heavy；　murderous…looking
  piece　of　collective　property；　everlastingly　changing　hands　with
  brandishing　and　levelling　movements。　　Then　about　noon　（it　was　a
  short　turn　of　dutythe　long　turn　lasted　twenty…four　hours）
  another　boatful　of　pilots　would　relieve　usand　we　should　steer
  for　the　old　Phoenician　port；　dominated；　watched　over　from　the
  ridge　of　a　dust…grey　arid　hill　by　the　red…and…white…striped　pile
  of　the　Notre　Dame　de　la　Garde。
  All　this　came　to　pass　as　I　had　foreseen　in　the　fullness　of　my
  very　recent　experience。　　But　also　something　not　foreseen　by　me
  did　happen；　something　which　causes　me　to　remember　my　last　outing
  with　the　pilots。　　It　was　on　this　occasion　that　my　hand　touched；
  for　the　first　time；　the　side　of　an　English　ship。
  No　fresh　breeze　had　come　with　the　dawn；　only　the　steady　little
  draught　got　a　more　keen　edge　on　it　as　the　eastern　sky　became
  bright　and　glassy　with　a　clean；　colourless　light。　　It　was　while
  we　were　all　ashore　on　the　islet　that　a　steamer　was　picked　up　by
  the　telescope；　a　black　speck　like　an　insect　posed　on　the　hard
  edge　of　the　offing。　　She　emerged　rapidly　to　her　water…line　and
  came　on　steadily；　a　slim　hull　with　a　long　streak　of　smoke
  slanting　away　from　the　rising　sun。　　We　embarked　in　a　hurry；　and
  headed　the　boat　out　for　our　prey；　but　we　hardly　moved　three　miles
  an　hour。
  She　was　a　big；　high…class　cargo…steamer　of　a　type　that　is　to　be
  met　on　the　sea　no　more；　black　hull；　with　low；　white　super…
  structures；　powerfully　rigged　with　three　masts　and　a　lot　of　yards
  on　the　fore；　two　hands　at　her　enormous　wheelsteam　steering…gear
  was　not　a　matter　of　course　in　these　daysand　with　them　on　the
  bridge　three　others；　bulky　in　thick　blue　jackets；　ruddy…faced；
  muffled　up；　with　peaked　capsI　suppose　all　her　officers。　　There
  are　ships　I　have　met　more　than　once　and　known　well　by　sight　whose
  names　I　have　forgotten；　but　the　name　of　that　ship　seen　once　so
  many　years　ago　in　the　clear　flush　of　a　cold　pale　sunrise　I　have
  not　forgotten。　　How　could　Ithe　first　English　ship　on　whose　side
  I　ever　laid　my　hand！　　The　nameI　read　it　letter　by　letter　on　the
  bowwas　〃James　Westoll。〃　　Not　very　romantic　you　will　say。　　The
  name　of　a　very　considerable；　well…known　and　universally　respected
  North…country　shipowner；　I　believe。　　James　Westoll！　　What　better
  name　could　an　honourable　hard…working　ship　have？　　To　me　the　very
  grouping　of　the　letters　is　alive　with　the　romantic　feeling　of　her
  reality　as　I　saw　her　floating　motionless；　and　borrowing　an　ideal
  grace　from　the　austere　purity　of　the　light。
  We　were　then　very　near　her　and；　on　a　sudden　impulse；　I
  volunteered　to　pull　bow　in　the　dinghy　which　shoved　off　at　once　to
  put　the　pilot　on　board　while　our　boat；　fanned　by　the　faint　air
  which　had　attended　us　all　through　the　night；　went　on　gliding
  gently　past　the　black　glistening　length　of　the　ship。　　A　few
  strokes　brought　us　alongside；　and　it　was　then　that；　for　the　very
  first　time　in　my　life；　I　heard　myself　addressed　in　Englishthe
  speech　of　my　secret　choice；　of　my　future；　of　long　friendships；　of
  the　deepest　affections；　of　hours　of　toil　and　hours　of　ease；　and
  of　solitary　hours　too；　of　books　read；　of　thoughts　pursued；　of
  remembered　emotionsof　my　very　dreams！　　And　if　（after　being　thus
  fashioned　by　it　in　that　part　of　me　which　cannot　decay）　I　dare　not
  claim　it　aloud　as　my　own；　then；　at　any　rate　the　speech　of　my
  children。　　Thus　small　events　grow　memorable　by　the　passage　of
  time。　　As　to　the　quality　of　the　address　itself　I　cannot　say　it
  was　very　striking。　　Too　short　for　eloquence　and　devoid　of　all
  charm　of　tone；　it　consisted　precisely　of　the　three　words　〃Look
  out　there；〃　growled　out　huskily　above　my　head。
  It　proceeded　from　a　big　fat　fellow　（he　had　an　obtrusive；　hairy
  double　chin）　in　a　blue　woollen　shirt　and　roomy　breeches　pulled　up
  very　high；　even　to　the　level　of　his　breast…bone；　by　a　pair　of
  braces　quite　exposed　to　public　view。　　As　where　he　stood　there　was
  no　bulwark　but　only　a　rail　and　stanchions　I　was　able　to　take　in
  at　a　glance　the　whole　of　his　voluminous　person　from　his　feet　to
  the　high　crown　of　his　soft　black　hat；　which　sat　like　an　absurd
  flanged　cone　on　his　big　head。　　The　grotesque　and　massive　space　of
  that　deck　hand　（I　suppose　he　was　thatvery　likely　the　lamp…
  trimmer）　surprised　me　very　much。　　My　course　of　reading；　of
  dreaming　and　longing　for　the　sea　had　not　prepared　me　for　a　sea…
  brother　of　that　sort。　　I　never　met　again　a　figure　in　the　least
  like　his　except　in　the　illustrations　to　Mr。　W。W。　Jacobs'　most
  entertaining　tales　of　barges　and　coasters；　but　the　inspired
  talent　of　Mr。　Jacobs　for　poking　endless　fun　at　poor；　innocent
  sailors　in　a　prose　which；　however　extravagant　in　its　felicitous
  invention；　is　always　artistically　adjusted　to　observed　truth；　was
  not　yet。　　Perhaps　Mr。　Jacobs　himself　was　not　yet。　　I　fancy　that；
  at　most；　if　he　had　made　his　nurse　laugh　it　was　about　all　he　had
  achieved　at　that　early　date。
  Therefore；　I　repeat；　other　disabilities　apart；　I　could　not　have
  been　prepared　for　the　sight　of　that　husky　old　porpoise。　　The
  object　of　his　concise　address　was　to　call　my　attention　to　a　rope
  which　he　incontinently　flung　down　for　me　to　catch。　　I　caught　it；
  though　it　was　not　really　necessary；　the　ship　having　no　way　on　her
  by　that　time。　　Then　everything　went　on　very　swiftly。　　The　dinghy
  came　with　a　slight　bump　against　the　steamer's　side；　the　pilot；
  grabbing　the　rope　ladder；　had　scrambled　halfway　up　before　I　knew
  that　our　task　of　boarding　was　done；　the　harsh；　muffled　clanging
  of　the　engine…room　telegraph　struck　my　ear　through　the　iron
  plate；　my　companion　in　the　dinghy　was　urging　me　to　〃shove　off
  push　hard〃；　and　when　I　bore　against　the　smooth　flank　of　the　first
  English　ship　I　ever　touched　in　my　life；　I　felt　it　already
  throbbing　under　my　open　palm。
  Her　head　swung　a　little　to　the　west；　pointing　towards　the
  miniature　lighthouse　of　the　Jolliette　breakwater；　far　away　there；
  hardly　distinguishable　against　the　land。　　The　dinghy　danced　a
  squashy；　splashy　jig　in　the　wash　of　the　wake　and　turning　in　my
  seat　I　followed　the　〃James　Westoll〃　with　my　eyes。　　Before　she　had
  gone　in　a　quarter　of　a　mile　she　hoisted　her　flag　as　the　harbour
  regulations　prescribe　for　arriving　and　departing　ships。　　I　saw　it
  suddenly　flicker　and　stream　out　on　the　flagstaff。　　The　Red
  Ensign！　　In　the　pellucid；　colourless　atmosphere　bathing　the　drab
  and　grey　masses　of　that　southern　land；　the　livid　islets；　the　sea
  of　pale　glassy　blue　under　the　pale　glassy　sky　of　that　cold
  sunrise；　it　was　as　far　as　the　eye　could　reach　the　only　sp