St Ignatius College - Ignatian Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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THE DERELICT 21 HTom Draak! Here! A ponderous Swede shuffled across the deck. Donald McAngus! A burly Scot followed to star- board. The captain regarded the paper carefully before he read the next. ' ' Satan Carillo ! Herein responded a melodious voice, as a fine featured little Italian touched his cap, and, smiling pleasantly, joined the other two. Captain Bellnay glared alternately at the shipping master and at the cherubic owner of the sinister name. 4'VVhat's the idea? he cried angrily, turning to the shipping master, didn't I tell you no Dagos need apply? A shadow passed over the Italian's face, only to vanish as quickly as it had come. What do you expect on short notice? returned the shipping master hotly. You signed for sixteen men and you'll take these sixteen men or lay over a day, and that's that , he concluded with decision. NBesides, this ain't no Dago. I-Ie's a Greek Islands. But his name is Dago , objected the captain. Now see here, Capln , said the shipping master, 'II ai11't got no time to fool. There's lots of people as has names like his in America, and they're just as good Americans as you or me. If you don 't want the crew, say so. There is the 'Belle Isle' over there as 'll take 'emf' Ask the man himself , prompted the mate. The cap- tain yielded to the suggestion. 'tSatan Carillof' The seaman stepped forward. Where were you born'?,' asked the captain. Greek Islands, was the ready answer. ' Parents?

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The Derelict Eustace Cullman, Jr., '25 I. HE shipping master climbed over the port rail of the good ship '4Lady Louise , his broad, leathery face aglow with honest satisfaction. Here they be, Captain Bellnay, and as fine a crew as ever l've shipped , he called out enthusiastically, addressing his remarks to a short, intelli- gent-looking man who was leaning against the opposite rail in company with a huge giant of a mate. After the master came the crew, as fine as he had ever shipped. It was the typical complement of an outgoing American deep water vessel-the motley gang of nut-browned, tar-stained foreigners, in their canvas sea jackets, smirched with the accumulated grime of many and distant voyages. Each, as he climbed onto the deck, tossed with a sailorly heave, his clothes-bag upon the dunnage pile, and then joined his shipmates by the capstan as they stood waiting patiently to be counted. Captain Bellnay and the mate looked the crew over with evident disgust. Where did he round up that nest of wharf-rats? exclaimed the captain, irritably. There's not a Iirst class sailor in the bunch, if lim a judge ! The mate slowly turned the quid of tobacco over and over in his mouth before replying. A r0tte11 deal' ', he said, a gang 0' lubbers sure. But time, an' patience, an, a be- layin' pin can round lem out. Already the shipping master was approaching with the lists and his receipts. Tally 'em off, will you, Cap ,Il Bell- nay? Here 's the names. The captain took the list dubi- ously, and with lowered brow approached the crew. An- swer your names as they are called , he said roughly, and then form along the rail. I

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22 THE IGNATIAN Italia Then you are a Dago, you speak the lingo. The face of the seaman clouded. It was plain that he felt the insult, yet he answered respectfully, Parents, Italia, me Greek Islands. Have you ever been in Calcutta? lVIe? The seaman's eyes opened in astonishment and candor. Mc, Calcutta? Hong-Kong, Yokohama, sig Cal- cutta? he shook his head. P'raps , he said after a mo- ment 's pause, Hplraps my cousin. Him mucha like me, only got plenty whisk', and his nimble hands were up all over and around his face. You could almost see the whiskers growing. Ver' bad man. Ver' bad man. He lowered his voice and looked around in evident fear. '4P'raps , he said, Carbonaro. A load seemed lifted from the captain 's mind. Greek or no Greek this man had no sympathy with the Carbonari. He turned to the shipping master and said, All rightg I take the crew. The roll was soon called, the shipping master took his leaveg the Lady Louise was heading for the ocean. II. The day was ideal and cheering to the sailor 's heart, as under full sail the Lady Louise coquetted with the frolic- some swells of the ocean. Graeefully she rose and fell, seem- ing to enjoy her freedom as much as the jack-tars who were gathered here and there upon the deck. Captain and mate stood apart conversing. The Italian, too, was apart, in ap- pearance, watching a sail on the distant horizon, i11 reality, conversing with himself in the recesses of his heart. I-Ie was smiling, though his smile was not good to see. He was speak- ing in his native tongue. 'fBah!' he was saying, Chow easily with my whiskered cousin I fooled the captain-my cousin safe and far away in