The Nigger of the Narcissus (Echo Library)

by Joseph Conrad

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  wander without a home upon the heartless sea; and James Wait, silenced forever, lay uncritical and passive under the hoarse murmur of despair and hopes.

  Two men made ready and waited for those words that send so many of our brothers to their last plunge. Mr.

  Baker began the last passage. `Stand by.' muttered the boatswain. Mr. Baker read out:` To the deep,' and paused. The men lifted the inboard end of the planks, the boatswain snatched off the Union Jack, and James Wait did not move.−−`Higher,' muttered the boatswain angrily. All the heads were raised; every man stirred uneasily, but James Wait gave no sign of going. In death and swathed up for all eternity, he yet seemed to hang on to the ship with the grip of an undying fear. `Higher! Lift!' whispered the boatswain fiercely.−−`He won't go,' stammered one of the men shakily, and both appeared ready to drop everything. Mr. Baker waited, burying his face in the book, and shuffling his feet nervously. All the men looked profoundly disturbed, from their midst a faint humming noise spread out−− growing louder.....`Jimmy!' cried Belfast in a wailing tone, and there was a second of shuddering dismay.

  `Jimmy, be a man!' he shrieked passionately. Every mouth was wide open, not an eyelid winked. He stared wildly, twitching all over; he bent his body forward like a man peering at an horror. `Go, Jimmy!−−Jimmy, go! Go!' His fingers touched the head of the body and the grey package started reluctantly to, all at once, whizz off the lifted planks with the suddenness of a flash of lightning. The crowd stepped forward like one man; a deep Ah−−h−−h! came out vibrating from the broad chests. The ship rolled as if relieved of an unfair burden; the sails flapped. Belfast, supported by Archie, gasped hysterically; and Charley, who anxious to see Jimmy's last dive, leaped headlong on the rail, was too late to see anything but the faint circle of a vanishing ripple.

  Mr. Baker, perspiring abundantly, read out the last prayer in a deep rumour of excited men and fluttering sails. Àmen!' he said in an unsteady growl, and closed the book.

  `Square the yards!' thundered a voice above his head. All hands gave a jump; one or two dropped their caps; Mr. Baker looked up surprised. The master, standing on the break of the poop, pointed to the westward.

  `Breeze coming,' he said, `square the yards. Look alive, men!' Mr. Baker crammed the book hurriedly into his pocket.−−`Forward there−−let go the foretack!' he hailed joy fully bareheaded and brisk; `Square the foreyard, you port−watch!'−−`Fair wind−−fair wind,' muttered the men going to the braces.−−`What did I tell you?' mumbled old Singleton, flinging down coil after coil with hasty energy; Ì knowed it! −−he's gone, and here it comes.'

  It came with the sound of a lofty and powerful sigh. The sails filled, the ship gathered way, and the waking sea began to murmur sleepily of home to the ears of men.

  That night, while the ship rushed foaming to the Northward before a freshening gale, the boatswain unbosomed himself to the petty officers' berth:−−`The chap was nothing but trouble,' he said, `from the moment he came aboard−−d'ye remember−−that night in Bombay? Been bullying all that softy crowd−−cheeked the old man−−we had to go fooling all over a half−drowned ship to save him. Dam' nigh a mutiny all for him−−and now the mate abused me like a pickpocket for forgetting to dab a lump of grease on them planks. So I did, but you ought to have known better too, than to leave a nail sticking up−−hey, Chips?'

  Ànd you ought to have known better than to chuck all my tools overboard for 'im, like a skeary greenhorn,'

  retorted the morose carpenter. `Well−−he's gone after 'em now,' he added in an unforgiving tone. Òn the China Station, I remember once, the Admiral he says to me....' began the sailmaker.

  A week afterwards the Narcissus entered the chops of the Channel.

  Under white wings she skimmed low over the blue sea like a great tired bird speeding to its nest. The clouds raced with her mastheads; they rose astern enormous and white, soared to the zenith, flew past, and falling The Nigger of the Narcissus

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  down the wide curve of the sky seemed to dash headlong into the sea−−the clouds swifter than the ship, more free, but without a home. The coast to welcome her stepped out of space into the sunshine. The lofty headlands trod masterfully into the sea; the wide bays smiled in the light; the shadows of homeless clouds ran along the sunny plains, leaped over valleys, without a check darted up the hills, rolled down the slopes; and the sunshine pursued them with patches of running brightness. On the brows of dark cliffs white lighthouses shone in pillars of light. The Channel glittered like a blue mantle shot with gold and starred by the silver of the capping seas. The Narcissus rushed past the headlands and the bays. Outward−bound vessels crossed her track, lying over, and with their masts stripped for a slogging fight with the hard sou'wester. And, inshore, a string of smoking steamboats waddled, hugging the coast, like migrating and amphibious monsters, distrustful of the restless waves.

  At night the headlands retreated, the bays advanced into one unbroken line of gloom. The lights of the earth mingled with the lights of heaven; and above the tossing lanterns of a trawling fleet a great lighthouse shone steadily, such as an enormous riding light burning above a vessel of fabulous dimensions Below its steady glow, the coast, stretching away straight and black, resembled the high side of an indestructible craft riding motionless upon the immortal and unresting sea. The dark land lay alone in the midst of waters, like a mighty ship bestarred with vigilant lights−−a ship carrying the burden of millions of lives−−a ship freighted with dross and with jewels, with gold and with steel. She towered up immense and strong, guarding priceless traditions and untold suffering, sheltering glorious memories and base forgetfulness, ignoble virtues and splendid transgressions. A great ship! For ages had the ocean battered in vain her enduring sides; she was there when the was vaster and darker, when the sea was great and mysterious, and ready to surrender the prize of fame to audacious men. A ship mother of fleets and nations! The great flagship of the race; stronger than the storms! and anchored in the open sea.

  The Narcissus, heeling over to off−shore gusts, rounded the South Foreland, passed through the Downs, and, in tow, entered the river. Shorn of the glory of her white wings, she wound obediently after the tug through the maze of invisible channels. As she passed them the red−painted light−vessels, swung at their moorings seemed for an instant to sail with great speed in the rush of tide, and the next moment were left hopelessly behind. The big buoys on the tails of banks slipped past her sides very low, and, dropping in her wake, tugged at their chains like fierce watch−dogs. The reach narrowed; from both sides the land approached the ship. She went steadily up the river. On the riverside slopes the houses appeared in groups−−seemed to stream down the declivities at a run to see her pass, and, checked by the mud of the foreshore, crowded on the banks.

  Further on, the tall factory chimneys appeared in insolent bands and watched her go by, like a straggling crowd of slim giants swaggering and upright under the black plummets of smoke cavalierly aslant. She swept round the bends; an impure breeze shrieked a welcome between her stripped spars; and the land, closing in, stepped between the ship and the sea.

  A low cloud hung before her−−a great opalescent and tremulous cloud, that seemed to rise from the steaming brows of millions of men. Long drifts of smoky vapours soiled it with livid trails; it throbbed to the beat of millions of hearts, and from it came an immense and lamentable murmur−−the murmur of millions of lips praying, cursing, sighing, jeering−−the undying murmur of folly, regret, and hope exhaled by the crowds of the anxious earth. The Narcissus entered the cloud; the shadows deepened; on all sidesthere was the clang of iron, the sound of mighty blows, shrieks, yells. Black barges drifted stealthily on the murky stream. A mad jumble of begrimed walls loomed up vaguely in the smoke, bewildering and mournful, like a vision of disaster. The tugs, panting furiously, backed and filled in
the stream, to hold the ship steady at the dock−gates; from her bows two lines went through the air whistling, and struck at the land viciously, like a pair of snakes. A bridge broke in two before her, as if by enchantment; big hydraulic capstans began to turn all by themselves, as though animated by a mysterious and unholy spell. She moved through a narrow lane of water between two low walls of granite, and men with check−ropes in their hands kept pace with her, walking on the broad flagstones. A group waited impatiently on each side of the vanished bridge: rough heavy men in caps; sallow−faced men in high hats; two bareheaded women; ragged children, fascinated and The Nigger of the Narcissus

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  with wide eyes. A cart coming at a jerky trot pulled up sharply. One of the women screamed at the silent ship−−`Hallo, Jack!' without looking at any one in particular, and all hands looked at her from the forecastle head.−−`Stand clear! Stand clear of that rope!' cried the dockmen, bending over stone posts. The crowd murmured, stamped where they stood.−−`Let go your quarter−checks! Let go! sang out a ruddy−faced old man on the quay. The ropes splashed heavily falling in the water, and the Narcissus entered the dock.

  The stony shores ran away right and left in straight lines, enclosing a sombre and rectangular pool. brick walls rose high above the water−−soulless walls, staring through hundreds of windows as troubled and dull as the eyes of over−fed brutes. At their base monstrous iron cranes crouched, with chains hanging from their long necks, balancing cruel−looking hooks over the decks of lifeless ships. A noise of wheels rolling over stones, the thump of heavy things falling, the racket of feverish winches, the grinding of strained chains, floated on the air. Between high buildings the dust of all the continents soared in short flights; and a penetrating smell of perfumes and dirt, of spices and hides, of things costly and of things filthy, pervaded the space, made for it an atmosphere precious and disgusting. The Narcissus came gently into her berth; the shadows of soulless walls fell upon her, the dust of all the continents leaped upon her deck, and a swarm of strange men, clambering up her sides, took possession of her in the name of the sordid earth. She had ceased to live.

  A toff in a black coat and high hat scrambled with agility, came up to the second mate, shook hands, and said:−−`Hallo, Herbert.' It was his brother. A lady appeared suddenly. A real lady, in a black dress and with a parasol. She looked extremely elegant in the midst of us, and as strange as if she had fallen there from the sky. Mr. Baker touched his cap to her. It was the master's wife. And very soon the Captain, dressed very smartly and in a white shirt, went with her over the side. We didn't recognise him at all till, turning on the quay, he called to Mr. Baker:−−`Remember to wind up the chronometers to−morrow morning.' An underhand lot of seedy−looking chaps with shifty eyes wandered in and out of the forecastle looking for a job−−they said−−`More likely for something to steal,' commented Knowles cheerfully. Poor beggars. Who cared?

  Weren't we home! But Mr. Baker went for one of them who had given him some cheek, and we were delighted. Everything was delightful−−Ì've finished aft, sir,' called out Mr. Creighton.−−`No water in the well, sir,' reported for the last time t he carpenter, sounding−rod in hand. Mr. Baker glanced along the decks at the expectant groups of men, glanced aloft at the yards.−−Òugh! That will do, men.' he grunted. The groups broke up. The voyage was ended.

  Rolled−up beds went flying over the rail; lashed chests went sliding along the gangway−−mighty few of both at that. `The rest is having a cruise off the Cape,' explained Knowles enigmatically to a dock−loafer with whom he had struck a sudden friendship. Men ran, calling to one another, hailing utter strangers tòlend a hand with the dunnage,' then sudden decorum approached the mate to shake hands before going ashore.−−`Good−bye, sir,' they repeated in various tones. Mr. Baker grasped hard palms, grunted in a friendly manner at every one, his eyes twinkled.−−`Take care of your money, Knowles. Ough! Soon get a nice wife if you do.' The lame man was delighted.−−`Good−bye, sir,' said Belfast with emotion, wringing the mate's hand, and looked up with swimming eyes. Ì thought I would take 'im ashore with me,' he went on plaintively. Mr. Baker did not understand, but said kindly:−−`Take care of yourself, Craik,' and the bereaved Belfast went over the rail mourning and alone.

  Mr. Baker in the sudden peace of the ship moved about solitary and grunting, trying door handles peering into dark places, never done−−a model chief mate! No one waited for him ashore. Mother dead; father and two brothers, Yarmouth fishermen, drowned together on the Dogger Bank; sister married and unfriendly.

  Quite a lady. Married to the leading tailor of a little town, and its leading politician, who did not think his sailor brother−in−law quite respectable enough for him. Quite a lady, quite a lady, he thought, sitting down for a moment's rest on the quarter−hatch. Time enough to go ashore and get a bite, and sup, and a bed somewhere. He didn't like to part with the ship. No one to think about then. The darkness of a misty evening fell, cold and damp, upon the deserted deck; and Mr. Baker sat smoking, thinking of all the successive ships The Nigger of the Narcissus

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  to whom through many years he had given the best of a seaman's care. And never a command in sight. Not once!−−Ì haven't somehow the cut of a skipper about me,' he meditated placidly, while the shipkeeper (who had taken possession of the galley), a wizened old man with bleared eyes, cursed him, in whispers for

  `hanging about so.'−−`Now Creighton,' he pursued the unenvious train of thought. `quite a gentleman.....

  swell friends....will get on. Fine young fellow.....a little more experience.' He got up and shook himself. Ì'll be back first thing to−morrow morning for the hatches. Don't you let them touch anything before I come, shipkeeper,' he called out. Then, at last, he also went ashore−−a model chief mate!

  The men scattered by the dissolving contract of the land came together once more in the shipping office.−−`The Narcissus pays off,' shouted outside a glazed door a brass−bound old fellow with a crown and the capitals B. T. on his cap. A lot trooped in at once but many were late. The room was large, white−washed, and bare; a counter surmounted by a brass−wire grating fenced off a third of the dusty space, and behind the grating a pasty−faced clerk, with his hair parted in the middle, had the quick, glittering eyes and the vivacious, jerky movements of a caged bird. Poor Captain Allistoun also in there, and sitting before a little table with piles of gold and notes on it, appeared subdued by his captivity. Another Board of Trade bird was perching on a high stool near the door; an old bird that did not mind the chaff of elated sailors. The crew of the Narcissus, broken up into knots, pushed in the corners. They had new shore togs, smart jackets that looked as if they had been shaped with an axe, glossy trousers that seemed made of crumpled sheet−iron, collarless flannel shirts, shiny new boots. They tapped on shoulders, button−holed one another, slapped their thighs, stamped, with bursts of subdued laughter. Most had clean radiant faces; only one or two were dishevelled and sad; the two young Norwegians looked tidy, meek, and altogether of a promising material for the kind ladies that patronize the Scandinavian Home. Wamibo, still in his working clothes, dreamed, upright and burly in the middle of the room, and, when Archie came in, woke up for a smile. But the wide−awake clerk called out a name, and the paying−off business began.

  One by one they came up to the pay−table to get the wages of their glorious and obscure toil. They swept the money with care into broad palms, rammed it trustfully into trousers pockets, or, turning their backs on the table, reckoned with difficulty in the hollow of their stiff hands.−−`Money right? Sign the release.

  There−−there,' repeated the clerk, impatiently. `How stupid those sailors are!' he thought. Singleton came up, venerable−− and uncertain as to daylight; brown drops of tobacco juice maculated his white beard; his hands, that never hesitated in the great light of the open sea, could hardly
find the small pile of gold in the profound darkness of the shore. `Can't write?' said the clerk, shocked. `Make a mark, then.' Singleton painfully sketched in a heavy cross, blotted the page. `What a disgusting old brute,' muttered the clerk. Somebody opened the door for him, and the patriarchal seaman passed through unsteadily, without as much as a glance at any of us.

  Archie had a pocket−book. he was chaffed. Belfast, who looked wild, as though he had already luffed up through a public−house or two, gave signs of emotion and wanted to speak to Captain privately. The master was surprised. They spoke through the wires, and we could hear the Captain saying:−−Ì've given it up to the Board of Trade.' Ì should 've liked to get something of his,' mumbled Belfast. `But you can't, my man. It's given up, locked and sealed, to the Marine Office,' expostulated the master; and Belfast stood back, with drooping mouth and troubled eyes. In a pause of the business we heard the master and the clerk talking. We caught `James Wait−−deceased−−found no papers of any kind−−no relations−−no trace−−the office must hold his wages then.' Donkin entered. He seemed out of breath, was grave, full of business. He went straight to the desk, talked with animation to the clerk, who thought him an intelligent man. They discussed the account, dropping h's against one another as if for a wager−−very friendly. Captain Allistoun paid. Ì give you a bad discharge,' he said, quietly. Donkin raised his voice:−−Ì don't want your bloomin'

  discharge−−keep it. I'm goin' ter 'ave a job hashore.' He turned to us. `No more bloomin' sea fur me,' he said, aloud. All looked at him. He had better clothes, had an easy air, appeared more at home than any of us; he stared with assurance, enjoying the effect of his declaration. `Yuss. I 'ave friends well hoff. That's more'n yer got. But I ham a man. Yer shipmates for all that. Who's comin' fur a drink?'

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