“I ain’t blamin’ her, nor never will”
CALEB WEST, MASTER DIVER
BY F. HOPKINSON SMITH
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
MALCOLM FRASER AND ARTHUR I. KELLER
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1898
BY F. HOPKINSON SMITH
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
MALCOLM FRASER AND ARTHUR I. KELLER
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1898
COPYRIGHT, 1897 AND 1898, BY HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND CO.
COPYRIGHT, 1898, BY F. HOPKINSON SMITH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
CONTENTS
I. The Cape Ann Sloop
II. A Morning’s Mail
III. Captain Brandt at the Throttle
IV. Among the Blackfish and Tomcods
V. Aunty Bell’s Kitchen
VI. A Little Dinner for Five
VII. Betty’s First Patient
VIII. The “Heave Ho” of Lonny Bowles
IX. What the Butcher Saw
X. Strains from Bock’s ’Cello
XI. Captain Joe’s Telegram
XII. Captain Joe’s Creed
XIII. A Shanty Door
XIV. Two Envelopes
XV. A Narrow Path
XVI. Under the Willows
XVII. The Song of the Fire
XVIII. The Equinoctial Gale
XIX. From the Lantern Deck
XX. At the Pines
XXI. The Record of Nickles, the Cook
XXII. After the Battle
XXIII. A Broken Draw
XXIV. The Swinging Gate
XXV. Under the Pitiless Stars
XXVI. Caleb Trims His Lights
II. A Morning’s Mail
III. Captain Brandt at the Throttle
IV. Among the Blackfish and Tomcods
V. Aunty Bell’s Kitchen
VI. A Little Dinner for Five
VII. Betty’s First Patient
VIII. The “Heave Ho” of Lonny Bowles
IX. What the Butcher Saw
X. Strains from Bock’s ’Cello
XI. Captain Joe’s Telegram
XII. Captain Joe’s Creed
XIII. A Shanty Door
XIV. Two Envelopes
XV. A Narrow Path
XVI. Under the Willows
XVII. The Song of the Fire
XVIII. The Equinoctial Gale
XIX. From the Lantern Deck
XX. At the Pines
XXI. The Record of Nickles, the Cook
XXII. After the Battle
XXIII. A Broken Draw
XXIV. The Swinging Gate
XXV. Under the Pitiless Stars
XXVI. Caleb Trims His Lights
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
“I ain’t blamin’ her, nor never will”
“Swung back the gate with the gesture of a rollicking boy”
“Helen ... in white muslin—not a jewel”
“No, it’s my Betty”
“What’s she but a chit of a child that don’t know no better”
“Sanford ... raised her hand to his lips”
“Thank God, Tony! Thank God!”
“Victory is ours!”
“The diver knelt in a passive, listless way”
“Ain’t nothin’ to skeer ye, child”
“Swung back the gate with the gesture of a rollicking boy”
“Helen ... in white muslin—not a jewel”
“No, it’s my Betty”
“What’s she but a chit of a child that don’t know no better”
“Sanford ... raised her hand to his lips”
“Thank God, Tony! Thank God!”
“Victory is ours!”
“The diver knelt in a passive, listless way”
“Ain’t nothin’ to skeer ye, child”