" SOMETHING DOING TO SEA 89 



again the sea wins. I confess to a feeling of 

 triumph whenever the sea wins. 



It Is as certain as anything can be that SilverpoII 

 will become a seaman. If he is put to work on 

 land, back he will go to the sea. (Perhaps that 

 vast floating machine-shop, the Navy, will seduce 

 him.) There is a tale told here of a good fisher- 

 man, who, when a lad, was told to get regular 

 work on land. 'You will have to come before 

 breakfast, and clean the boots and knives, and 

 carry up the coal,' said the gentleman to whom he 

 applied; 'and you must be ready to run errands, 

 or help in the house and garden. . . .' 



'Yes, sir; yes, sir!' the lad burst out. 'But 

 what about it, sir? S'pose there's something 

 doing out to sea? What about that? Can't 

 come, sir.' 



S'pose there's something doing out to sea? The 

 lad was right. That is the cry of the longshore, 

 where men live upon land with their eyes upon 

 the sea. 



S'pose there's something doing out to sea, you 

 kids! 



