The Seaboard Parish, Volume 2
George MacDonald. The Seaboard Parish, Volume 2
CHAPTER I. ANOTHER SUNDAY EVENING
CHAPTER II. NICEBOOTS
CHAPTER III. THE BLACKSMITH
CHAPTER IV. THE LIFE-BOAT
CHAPTER V. MR. PERCIVALE
CHAPTER VI. THE SHADOW OP DEATH
CHAPTER VII. AT THE FARM
CHAPTER VIII. THE KEEVE
CHAPTER IX. THE WALK TO CHURCH
CHAPTER X. THE OLD CASTLE
CHAPTER XI. JOE AND HIS TROUBLE
CHAPTER XII. A SMALL ADVENTURE
CHAPTER XIII. THE HARVEST
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The next morning the captain of the lost vessel called upon me early to thank me for himself and his men. He was a fine honest-looking burly fellow, dressed in blue from head to heel. He might have sat for a portrait of Chaucer's shipman, as far as his hue and the first look of him went. It was clear that "in many a tempest had his beard be shake," and certainly "the hote somer had made his hew all broun;" but farther the likeness would hardly go, for the "good fellow" which Chaucer applies with such irony to the shipman of his time, who would filch wine, and drown all the captives he made in a sea-fight, was clearly applicable in good earnest to this shipman. Still, I thought I had something to bring against him, and therefore before we parted I said to him—
"They tell me, captain, that your vessel was not seaworthy, and that you could not but have known that."
"Then," the painter resumed, rather hastily, as if to avoid any further remark upon his verses, "you see those white things in the air above?" Here he turned to Wynnie. "Miss Walton will remember—I think she was making a drawing of the rock at the same time I was—how the seagulls, or some such birds—only two or three of them—kept flitting about the top of it?"
"I remember quite well," answered Wynnie, with a look of appeal to me.