Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 65: what you’re looking at

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an angering sea, an uneasy circle laboring beneath the sullen gray of heavy skies; within the fo’c’sle, an integral part of the stench and fetid darkness, slumped heavily across the sodden confines of a bunk, his eyes red, gritty, their pupils still obscure as to their functioning, a man. “ Shanghaied—” The word picked itself out sharply from the reeling jumble in his brain. He clung to it as something definite, something that he could focus upon. “ Shanghaied—’ He, Danny Whalen, chief mate of the crack clipper ship Flying Cloud, shanghaied, like any drunken dock rat, aboard some rotten old packet! It was in the days when a respectable seaman couldn’t even drop into Jerry Sulli- van’s “ Chain Locker ” for a nip and a ball without the formality of being tapped on the head and lowered into a waiting dory. The hell of it was that the formality didn’t end there; for the next “ ruffle”’ or * flourish ” or whatever the devil the navy men called it, was to take a beating from () = ae the slosh and steady run of By C. DONALD FEAK the chief mate of the new rat trap—and ~ they were rat traps and hell ships, too, fo: ssa it was only rat traps and hell ships - that found it necessary to resort to shanghe | Jerry Sullivan was considered a SE a haier of parts. A story made the r rounds — that he had once sent a dead Chinaman te O- a ship in the harbor and collected his : 3 of twenty-five dollars before ithe arb ffi. See : cers found it was not a case Of ¢ or : ness. This was considered very unethical of Jerry. ‘Ge 2 Danny, gingerly feeling the lump on] A head, heard the door being unlocked, how he rose to his feet, Enough enue returned to him to realize that it vos d him no good to protest and threaten, ~ spite of his youth, he was something ¢ philosopher and a good deal of a fate However, if there were any “ flourishes ” coming to him he tat he would give the chief mate the bat his life, The door slammed back and be mate. a 51 ey, ca + “ira. ape nk er gee h ety (E(o) m