Adventure Magazine Cover — page 89: what you’re looking at

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walked erect and steadily, a fierce remon- strance in his step and bearing. They staggered, cursed, or grumbled listlessly. Some were tall, some short; some wide, some narrow; some bearded, others not. -They were of many nations. Some wore dungarees, others shoddy cloth; one, a pair of trousers made of ship’s canvas; his upper body covered by a threadbare oilskin jacket. Some wore old cloth caps; one, a battered sun-downer; another a dented derby. Jukes towered above his comrades. His curly brown head and bony feet were bare. His worn dungaree shirt was unbuttoned. His neatly patched dungaree trousers were gathered by a broad brass-buckled belt. His forearms, hands, and throat were rugged. His breast showed white through his unbuttoned shirt. It looked cold, like marble. Alone of all the crew, Jukes did not look besotted. The stamp of the sea was on him as on them. But the shore had stamped him less. He scowled toward the shore as he followed his comrades from the fore- castle. November 23rd, 1926 Impelled almost as much by instinct as by the brief command of the mate, the crew ascended to the forecastle head, took the windlass bars from their rack and set them in their places. As they leaned their weight upon them some grunted like pigs. Some laughed stupidly. Jukes alone was silent. The ship lifted a little to the tide be- neath her. A flag at her peak fluttered. A wisp of smoke passed over her as the tug- boat steamed ahead. The crew stamped slowly round and round the windlass, heaving the anchor in. The cable clanked at the hawse pipe. Tide and cable spoke of clean and windy things. The reek of liquor grew fainter. The wind came fresher. ‘The mate said— ‘“‘Some one sing!” One of the sailors began to sing a fore- castle song, a chantey, a ballad with a wail- ing chorus. His voice, at first spiteful, sneering, and contemptuous, the voices of the others, also at first spiteful, sneering and contemptuous, became presently attuned to the sounds of wind and tide and cable. They no longer cursed, or grunted like pigs. MICLOOOKS C@