ACT III.
Forward deck of the Creole Bride. Wheel-house atR.gangway and railing atL.,table and two camp chairs atC.,chairsC.Maryat the wheel, with the chart and compass beside her.
Forward deck of the Creole Bride. Wheel-house atR.gangway and railing atL.,table and two camp chairs atC.,chairsC.Maryat the wheel, with the chart and compass beside her.
Mary.I wonder if I am all right here! The course is not very clearly marked out. Willie is still so sick that he can’t tell me any more about steering, and Patsy don’t seem to know anything but his engine, or how to go when it is plain sailing. (Studies the chart.) Let me see! We must stop at three more stations before we reach the mouth of the Washita,—Munroe, Columbia, and Harrisonburg; and then we go down the Red and Yellow to Baton Rouge. Oh! yes, I see. We steer right here by Dead Man’s Bluff, and then by Run-away Swamp. How lucky I studied that book on navigation! It helps me so much to understand these marks on the chart. If Patsy would only behave well, I should be all right; but he don’t like the idea of being “bossed,” as he calls it, “by a woman.”
(EnterPatsy,R.)
Mary.Patsy, have you thrown out the line lately?
Patsy.Yes, mum.
Mary.Where are we?
Patsy.Be-gorries! I dunno, mum.
Mary.How much water?
Patsy.Faix! the lid was varry well down, and the mud was yaller.
Mary.That may mean something to you, I suppose. You can’t read. Bring me the line. (He bring it fromL.)
Patsy.It’s tin fut, mum. (Aside) Bedad, she thinks she’s cap’n.
Mary.That’ll do, Take the line forward, and mind your engine.
Patsy(muttering). Mind the injun, is it? O’ coorse. Musha and faix, I wull! I’m the lasht lad not to be mindin’ me injun. (Drops the line and goes towardR.)
Mary.Patsy!
Patsy.Vart do yer want? I can’t be lavin’ my injun arl the time. True for yez!
Mary.Patsy! I told you to take the lineforward!
Patsy.I’ll not do it, mum, for all of yez. Ye’re not the cap’n!
Mary(looking at him severely). Patsy! Take that line forrard, and be quick about it!
Patsy(takes the line toL.,and exitR.,muttering). I’ll not be bossed by no woman!
Mary.I don’t know what I shall do with Patsy. He threatens to leave me at the next station, and I can’t find a decent engineer short of Baton Rouge; and I mustn’t trouble William with it, he is still so feeble.
(EnterPhus,L.)
Phus.Mis’, de cap’n say he feel bet’ as did, an’ he wan’ ter see yer.
Mary.Very well, I’ll go down. You call Patsy to stand at the wheel; and then you go and stay with the baby.
Phus.Yes, mis’. (Calls,R.) Pats! Har! you Pats, lave dat injyne an’ cum an’ stan’ by de wheel. Pay—ats! Pay—ats! Pay—a—ts! Cum, Pats, to de weel-house! Mis’ say so.
(EnterPatsR.He takes the wheel.)
Mary(toPatsy). Mind your helm now; keep her on her course. (ExitMary,R.)
Patsy.Ugh! Bedad!
Phus(sits down at the wheel-house and takes his banjo). Bress de Lor’, de cap’n’s bet’ as was. He say he mean git well. (Sings and rocks himself.)
Lor’ bress de cap’n,—’Lijah cum down.Lor’ bress de cap’n’s mis’,—’Lijah cum down.An’ let ’im git well,—’Lijah cum down.As dis poor Jo-Phus did,—“Lijah cum down.Swing low de goolden charyot,Car’ long de baby, cap’n, an’ de cap’n’s mis’,’Lijah cum down.
Lor’ bress de cap’n,—’Lijah cum down.Lor’ bress de cap’n’s mis’,—’Lijah cum down.An’ let ’im git well,—’Lijah cum down.As dis poor Jo-Phus did,—“Lijah cum down.Swing low de goolden charyot,Car’ long de baby, cap’n, an’ de cap’n’s mis’,’Lijah cum down.
Lor’ bress de cap’n,—’Lijah cum down.Lor’ bress de cap’n’s mis’,—’Lijah cum down.An’ let ’im git well,—’Lijah cum down.As dis poor Jo-Phus did,—“Lijah cum down.Swing low de goolden charyot,Car’ long de baby, cap’n, an’ de cap’n’s mis’,’Lijah cum down.
Lor’ bress de cap’n,—’Lijah cum down.
Lor’ bress de cap’n’s mis’,—’Lijah cum down.
An’ let ’im git well,—’Lijah cum down.
As dis poor Jo-Phus did,—“Lijah cum down.
Swing low de goolden charyot,
Car’ long de baby, cap’n, an’ de cap’n’s mis’,
’Lijah cum down.
Patsy(putting his head out of the wheel-house). Musha! Shtop yer hullabaloo, you black nayger.
Phus.Dere aint no sich man round here. My name’s Jo-see-phus, Herodytus Miller. (ExitL.)
(Re-enterMary,R.,half supportingCaptain Miller,who tries to walk; he sits down near the table wearily.)
Capt. M.(feebly). It’s no use, Mary, I can’t walk. I can’t use my legs a mite, and that’s a fact. The malaria has settled in them, and I don’t know as I shall ever walk again.
Mary(stands beside him, and keeps her eye on the vessel’s course). Yes, you will, dear. The doctor says so; and he says you must get away from the boat, go into the mountains and stay awhile, and then you will be as well as ever.
Capt. M.Oh, Mary! If I could only go to New England. I feel as if it would cure me. If I could only go to Maine, and see the White Hills, all covered with snow on top, from behind father’s house, see mother, and have some of their good victuals—(He breaks down.)
Mary.Youshallgo. It won’t cost any more to go there than it will to pay your board at some place near the mountains; and no matter if it does.
Capt. M.How can I leave the vessel? If I take the money to go East with, I shan’t be able to meet my payments, and shall lose my chance of buying into her.
Mary(toPatsy). Ease her off a couple of points. (ToWilliam) Never mind that! Don’t worry. It’s better to lose everything else than to lose your health. But you will not lose the boat. I can run her while you’re gone. Onlythree months! The doctor says he thinks that will do.
Capt. M.I don’t know about your running the boat, Mary. Ours is a thousand-mile trip, you know, next time, and it’s easier to come down than it is to go up. The Yellow-red winds like a corkscrew.
Mary.I know that, William; but I think I can manage her. I have done it; and here we are safe so far, and no accident yet.
Capt. M.(considering). This cargo is secure, and the next one all promised. But I hate to leave you, Mary, and the baby.
Mary(toPatsy). Keep her on her course, boy! (ToWilliam) I hate to have you go, William, only I know that it is for your good; and then, if I go, you’ll have to give up the boat, and we shan’t have anything to live on; and that will never do.
Capt. M.You’re right, Mary, as you always are.
(EnterHank,the cook, with a waiter full of dishes.)
Hank.Here’s your lunch, sir.
Capt. M.Why, Hank! Haveyoucome again? It isn’t more than half an hour since I ate my breakfast.
Hank(drawling). Yes, it is, sir. It’s an hour. And the doctor says you was to eat every hour.
Capt. M.(looks at the waiter). What have you got now?
Mary(toPatsy,hurriedly). Hard a-port, there! Give that snag a wide berth! (She goes quickly towards the wheel-house.) Go below, Patsy, and fire up, or we shan’t get to Munroe till moonrise. (ExitPatsy,L.,muttering.)
Hank(toWilliam). Waal, tha’s some fixings the Indians say is good for invaliges, and one on ’em showed me how to cook ’em.
Capt. M.What are they, Hank? Name over your bill of fare.
Hank.Waal, cap, this ere’s corn-pone, o’ coose; and a dodger or so; a slice o’ bacon; a helter-skelter; some succotash;two frog’s legs pealed and sizzled; a pigeon biled in milk; some baked punkin; eel’s tails soused; and some no-cake.
Capt. M.What! what! what! Are you going to stuff me to death, or poison me—which?
Hank.Oh, sir! you needn’t eat ’em all. The Injuns said if you eat just the right thing for you, you’d be sure to get well.
Capt. M.I dare say. They’d cure a dog with their charms and their notions.
Hank.Some of the vittals is good, and some pretty middlin’ poor, but it’s all good for suthin’,— or the pigs!
Capt. M.(laughing). I shouldn’t wonder. (Looking over the waiter.) What’s baked punkin for, Hank? It looks like raw, dried potato-parings.
Hank.The Indians said ’twas to chaw, and give you an appetite.
Mary(from the wheel-house). What in the world are the soused eel’s-tails for?
Hank.Oh, to make you feel lively, and cherk you up a little. They make brains.
Capt. M.What next? What’s the no-cake for, and where is it? Cake sounds kind o’ good. And hot biscuit. Mother’s hot biscuit! Oh! how I should like some of them.
Hank.Well, the no-cake is that aire white stuff piled up on that aire plate. It looks like something goodish; but when you chaw it, it feels like sand. The Injuns eat it, and they said ’twould make the cap’n sleep good.
Capt. M.I should think it would,—and dream of my grandmother. If it chews like sand, it will be heavy enough.
Hank.There ain’t no decent vittals for a sick man to eat in these diggings. ’Tain’t half so good as the Nantucket feed, such as my marm used to cook.
Capt. M.Oh, Hank! don’t speak of it! How I should like some fried perch,—some good fresh salt-water perch,with their heads on; and some steamed clams, fresh-dug Nantucket clams, with the shells all gaping at you. I feel as if I could eat a good four-quart tin pan full this minute, shells and all.
Hank.I’d like to make you a rippin’ good chowder, sir. Such as we have ter hum. What you want is real, good, hard, fresh cod-fish or haddock, head and all, some white potatoes (none o’ your flat yellow sweets), some onions, some Boston crackers, and a generous rasher of salt strip pork (none o’ your middlings). But I can’t do it. They never heerd of a Boston cracker, and there ain’t a decent piece o’ fresh salt-water fish between here and Nantucket. Only this darned canned stuff; and that’s enough to p’isen a feller.
Mary(toWilliam,from the wheel-house). You’ll have some chowder when you get home, dear; and you’ll eat again of all the old New England food.
Hank.Oh, sir! you goin’ hum?
Capt. M.I think of it.
Mary(toHank). Yes, heisgoing home; and pretty soon, too.
Hank.If you do, sir, I hope you’ll take a skip down to Nantucket, and see my folks. Marm ’ll be mighty glad to see you. I’ll write to her, and send her some money, and you can take the letter, sir, right along. And please, sir, fetch me word how the old place looks, and if marm seems comfortable.
Capt. M.Yes, Hank, I’ll take your letter; and if I can’t go to see your mother, I will send it to her by express.
Hank.Thank you, sir, thank you; and if you should go to Annisport, and see Miss Leafy Jane, please tell her I hain’t forgot her, and if you can say I’ve been a good feller—and behaved tip-top—
Capt. M.Why, Hank! do you remember that little fly-away? You steady old boy, you. Of course you’ve been a good fellow, and I’ll tell her so,—if I see her,—but why don’t you write to her yourself?
Hank.Oh, sir! she might not like it.
Capt. M.That’s so. Well, do as you like, Hank. You can leave the waiter. I will eat all I can of your concoctions. (ExitHank,R.)
Capt. M.(turning towardsMary). I did not know that there was any love-making in that quarter.
Mary.Nor I, neither.
[Disposition of characters at end of act.Capt. Millerat table,C.,eating.Maryat the wheel,L.]
Curtain.