The End of the Tether eBook

Joseph M. Carey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 194 pages of information about The End of the Tether.

The End of the Tether eBook

Joseph M. Carey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 194 pages of information about The End of the Tether.
hungry canaries; and they could detect the sounds of their “old man’s” deliberate movements within his state-room.  Captain Whalley was methodically winding up the chronometers, dusting the portrait of his late wife, getting a clean white shirt out of the drawers, making himself ready in his punctilious unhurried manner to go ashore.  He could not have swallowed a single mouthful of food that morning.  He had made up his mind to sell the Fair Maid.

III

Just at that time the Japanese were casting far and wide for ships of European build, and he had no difficulty in finding a purchaser, a speculator who drove a hard bargain, but paid cash down for the Fair Maid, with a view to a profitable resale.  Thus it came about that Captain Whalley found himself on a certain afternoon descending the steps of one of the most important post-offices of the East with a slip of bluish paper in his hand.  This was the receipt of a registered letter enclosing a draft for two hundred pounds, and addressed to Melbourne.  Captain Whalley pushed the paper into his waistcoat-pocket, took his stick from under his arm, and walked down the street.

It was a recently opened and untidy thoroughfare with rudimentary side-walks and a soft layer of dust cushioning the whole width of the road.  One end touched the slummy street of Chinese shops near the harbor, the other drove straight on, without houses, for a couple of miles, through patches of jungle-like vegetation, to the yard gates of the new Consolidated Docks Company.  The crude frontages of the new Government buildings alternated with the blank fencing of vacant plots, and the view of the sky seemed to give an added spaciousness to the broad vista.  It was empty and shunned by natives after business hours, as though they had expected to see one of the tigers from the neighborhood of the New Waterworks on the hill coming at a loping canter down the middle to get a Chinese shopkeeper for supper.  Captain Whalley was not dwarfed by the solitude of the grandly planned street.  He had too fine a presence for that.  He was only a lonely figure walking purposefully, with a great white beard like a pilgrim, and with a thick stick that resembled a weapon.  On one side the new Courts of Justice had a low and unadorned portico of squat columns half concealed by a few old trees left in the approach.  On the other the pavilion wings of the new Colonial Treasury came out to the line of the street.  But Captain Whalley, who had now no ship and no home, remembered in passing that on that very site when he first came out from England there had stood a fishing village, a few mat huts erected on piles between a muddy tidal creek and a miry pathway that went writhing into a tangled wilderness without any docks or waterworks.

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