this strange log of a
strange cruise will be complete. It happened only last night. I am yet
fresh from it, and athrill with it and with the promise of it.
Margaret and I spent the last hour of the second dog-watch together at
the break of the poop. It was good again to feel the _Elsinore_ yielding
to the wind-pressure on her canvas, to feel her again slipping and
sliding through the water in an easy sea.
Hidden by the darkness, clasped in each other's arms, we talked love and
love plans. Nor am I shamed to confess that I was all for immediacy.
Once in Valparaiso, I contended, we would fit out the _Elsinore_ with
fresh crew and officers and send her on her way. As for us, steamers and
rapid travelling would fetch us quickly home. Furthermore, Valparaiso
being a place where such things as licences and ministers obtained, we
would be married ere we caught the fast steamers for home.
But Margaret was obdurate. The Wests had always stood by their ships,
she urged; had always brought their ships in to the ports intended or had
gone down with their ships in the effort. The _Elsinore_ had cleared
from Baltimore for Seattle with the Wests in the high place. The
_Elsinore_ would re-equip with officers and men in Valparaiso, and the
_Elsinore_ would arrive in Seattle with a West still on board.
"But think, dear heart," I objected. "The voyage will require months.
Remember what Henley has said: 'Every kiss we take or give leaves us less
of life to live.'"
She pressed her lips to mine.
"We kiss," she said.
But I was stupid.
* * * * *
"Oh, the weary, weary months," I complained. "You dear silly," she
gurgled. "Don't you understand?"
"I understand only that it is many a thousand miles from Valparaiso to
Seattle," I answered.
"You won't understand," she challenged.
"I am a fool," I admitted. "I am aware of only one thing: I want you. I
want you."
"You are a dear, but you are very, very stupid," she said, and as she
spoke she caught my hand and pressed the palm of it against her cheek.
"What do you feel?" she asked.
"Hot cheeks--cheeks most hot."
"I am blushing for what your stupidity compels me to say," she explained.
"You have already said that such things as licences and ministers obtain
in Valparaiso . . . and . . . and, well . . . "
"You mean . . . ?" I stammered.
"Just that," she confirmed.
"The honeymoon shall be on the _Elsinore_ from Valparaiso all the way to
Seattle?" I
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