ars have thought but one way in the great matters of life.
And when men have lived with their minds set in the one way so long,
Simon, it comes hard for them to understand any other way. Such
unfrequent ones as differed from your people, Simon, them they cast out
from among them. I know, I know, Simon, because I come from people
something like to them, only I escaped before it was too late to
understand that people who split tacks with you do not always do it to
fetch up on a lee shore."

"And from those other people, no doubt, Captain Glynn, you learned it
was right to break a country's laws?"

"It wasn't breaking our country's law, Simon, nor any good man's law, to
get a baiting last night. There are a lot of poor fishermen, Simon--as
none know better than yourself--in Placentia Bay who have bait to sell,
and there is a law which says they must not. But whose law? An American
law? No. God's law? No. The law of those poor people in Placentia Bay?
No. Some traders who have the making of the laws? Yes. And there you
have it. If the Placentia Bay fishermen aren't allowed to sell bait to
me, or the like of me, they will have to sell it to the traders
themselves, but have to take their one dollar, where we of Gloucester
would pay them five, and, paying it, would give some of them and their
families a chance to live."

He stood there in his rubber boots to his hips and his long greatcoat to
his ankles--he was one who never wore oilskins aboard ship--swinging
with the swing of the plunging vessel as if he was built into her, and
with his head thrown back and a smile, it may be, that was not a smile
at all, and kept looking at me from out of eyes that were changeable as
the sea itself.

"Don't you be getting mad with me, Simon, because we don't think alike
in some things. To the devil with what people think of you--I've said
that often enough, Simon, but not when they're good people. If some
people don't like us, Simon, there will come no nourishment to our
souls. Some day you're going to come to my way o' thinking, Simon,
because we two are alike underneath."

"Alike!" I smiled to myself.

"Ay, alike at heart, Simon. We may look to be sailing wide apart
courses now, but maybe if our papers were examined 'twould be found we'd
cleared for the same last port of call, Simon."

And no more talk of anything like that between us until the night before
we were to leave the fishing grounds for home. In the afternoon we had
se