{"id":1093,"date":"2016-08-22T16:13:38","date_gmt":"2016-08-22T16:13:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/organicthemes.com\/demo\/structure-lite\/?p=1093"},"modified":"2016-08-22T16:14:06","modified_gmt":"2016-08-22T16:14:06","slug":"captains-courageous-a-story-of-the-grand-banks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/organicthemes.com\/demo\/structure-lite\/2016\/08\/22\/captains-courageous-a-story-of-the-grand-banks\/","title":{"rendered":"<b>Captains Courageous<\/b> \u2014 A Story of the Grand Banks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The weather door of the smoking-room had been left open to the North Atlantic fog, as the big liner rolled and lifted, whistling to warn the fishing-fleet.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That Cheyne boy&#8217;s the biggest nuisance aboard,&#8221; said a man in a frieze overcoat, shutting the door with a bang. &#8220;He isn&#8217;t wanted here. He&#8217;s too fresh.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A white-haired German reached for a sandwich, and grunted between bites: &#8220;I know der breed. Ameriga is full of dot kind. I dell you you should imbort ropes&#8217; ends free under your dariff.&#8221;<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Pshaw! There isn&#8217;t any real harm to him. He&#8217;s more to be pitied than anything,&#8221; a man from New York drawled, as he lay at full length along the cushions under the wet skylight. &#8220;They&#8217;ve dragged him around from hotel to hotel ever since he was a kid. I was talking to his mother this morning. She&#8217;s a lovely lady, but she don&#8217;t pretend to manage him. He&#8217;s going to Europe to finish his education.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Education isn&#8217;t begun yet.&#8221; This was a Philadelphian, curled up in a corner. &#8220;That boy gets two hundred a month pocket-money, he told me. He isn&#8217;t sixteen either.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Railroads, his father, aind&#8217;t it?&#8221; said the German.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yep. That and mines and lumber and shipping. Built one place at San Diego, the old man has; another at Los Angeles; owns half a dozen railroads, half the lumber on the Pacific slope, and lets his wife spend the money,&#8221; the Philadelphian went on lazily. &#8220;The West don&#8217;t suit her, she says. She just tracks around with the boy and her nerves, trying to find out what&#8217;ll amuse him, I guess. Florida, Adirondacks, Lakewood, Hot Springs, New York, and round again. He isn&#8217;t much more than a second-hand hotel clerk now. When he&#8217;s finished in Europe he&#8217;ll be a holy terror.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s the matter with the old man attending to him personally?&#8221; said a voice from the frieze ulster.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Old man&#8217;s piling up the rocks. &#8216;Don&#8217;t want to be disturbed, I guess. He&#8217;ll find out his error a few years from now. &#8216;Pity, because there&#8217;s a heap of good in the boy if you could get at it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mit a rope&#8217;s end; mit a rope&#8217;s end!&#8221; growled the German.<\/p>\n<p>Once more the door banged, and a slight, slim-built boy perhaps fifteen years old, a half-smoked cigarette hanging from one corner of his mouth, leaned in over the high footway. His pasty yellow complexion did not show well on a person of his years, and his look was a mixture of irresolution, bravado, and very cheap smartness. He was dressed in a cherry-coloured blazer, knickerbockers, red stockings, and bicycle shoes, with a red flannel cap at the back of the head. After whistling between his teeth, as he eyed the company, he said in a loud, high voice: &#8220;Say, it&#8217;s thick outside. You can hear the fish-boats squawking all around us. 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