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Title: The Trawler

Author: James Brendan Connolly

Release Date: April 15, 2007 [EBook #21079]

Language: English

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THE TRAWLER

BY

James B. Connolly

Author of
"Sonnie Boy's People," "Wide Courses," "Out
of Gloucester," etc.

NEW YORK
Charles Scribner's Sons
1914

_Copyright, 1914, by Charles Scribner's Sons_

_Published November, 1914_

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I

To John Snow's home in Gloucester came the tale this night of how Arthur
Snow was washed from the deck of Hugh Glynn's vessel and lost at sea;
and it was Saul Haverick, his sea clothes still on him, who brought the
word.

"I'm telling you, John Snow," said Saul--and he out of breath almost
with the telling--"and others than me will by an' by be telling you,
what a black night it was, with a high-running sea and wind to blow the
last coat o' paint off the vessel, but o' course _he_ had to be the
first o' the fleet--nothing less would do _him_--to make the market
with his big ketch. It was for others, not for him, to show the way to
take in sail, he said, and not a full hour before it happened that was."
Such was Saul Haverick's ending.

John Snow said nothing; Mrs. Snow said nothing. Saul looked to me, but I
gave no sign that I had heard him. Only John Snow's niece, Mary, looking
up from her hands folded in her lap, said: "Surely you must find it
painful, Saul Haverick, to ship with such a wicked man and take the big
shares of money that fall to his crew?"

"Eh!" said Saul, frightened-like at her. "I'm not denying that he is a
great fish killer, Mary Snow, and that we haven't shared some big trips
with him; but it is like his religion, I'm telling you, to be able to
say how he allowed no man ever he crossed tacks with to work t