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But aside from this there is scant welcome given to a ship's crew in Rivermouth。 The toil…worn mariner is a sad fellow ashore； judging him by a severe moral standard。
Once； I remember； a United States frigate came into port for repairs after a storm。 She lay in the river a fortnight or more； and every day sent us a gang of sixty or seventy of our country's gallant defenders； who spread themselves over the town； doing all sorts of mad things。 They were good…natured enough； but full of old Sancho。 The 〃Wee Drop〃 proved a drop too much for many of them。 They went singing through the streets at midnight； wringing off door…knockers； shinning up water…spouts； and frightening the Oldest Inhabitant nearly to death by popping their heads into his second…story window； and shouting 〃Fire！〃 One morning a blue…jacket was discovered in a perilous plight； half…way up the steeple of the South Church； clinging to the lightning…rod。 How he got there nobody could tell； not even blue…jacket himself。 All he knew was； that the leg of his trousers had caught on a nail； and there he stuck； unable to move either way。 It cost the town twenty dollars to get him down again。 He directed the workmen how to splice the ladders brought to his assistance； and called his rescuers 〃butter…fingered land…lubbers〃 with delicious coolness。
But those were man…of…war's men： The sedate…looking craft now lying off Fishcrate Island wasn't likely to carry any such cargo。 Nevertheless； we watched the coming in of the long…boat with considerable interest。
As it drew near； the figure of the man pulling the bow…oar seemed oddly familiar to me。 Where could I have seen him before？ When and where？ His back was towards me； but there was something about that closely cropped head that I recognized instantly。
〃Way enough！〃 cried the steersman； and all the oars stood upright in the air。 The man in the bow seized the boat…hook； and； turning round quickly； showed me the honest face of Sailor Ben of the Typhoon。
〃It's Sailor Ben！〃 I cried； nearly pushing Pepper Whitcomb overboard in my excitement。
Sailor Ben； with the wonderful pink lady on his arm； and the ships and stars and anchors tattooed all over him； was a well…known hero among my playmates。 And there he was； like something in a dream come true！
I didn't wait for my old acquaintance to get firmly on the wharf； before I grasped his hand in both of mine。
〃Sailor Ben； don't you remember me？〃
He evidently did not。 He shifted his quid from one cheek to the other； and looked at me meditatively。
〃Lord love ye； lad； I don't know you。 I was never here afore in my life。〃
〃What！〃 I cried； enjoying his perplexity。 〃Have you forgotten the voyage from New Orleans in the Typhoon； two years ago； you lovely old picture…book？〃
Ah！ then he knew me； and in token of the recollection gave my hand such a squeeze that I am sure an unpleasant change came over my countenance。
〃Bless my eyes； but you have growed so。 I shouldn't have knowed you if I had met you in Singapore！〃
Without stopping to inquire； as I was tempted to do； why he was more likely to recognize me in Singapore than anywhere else； I invited him to come at once up to the Nutter House； where I insured him a warm welcome from the Captain。
〃Hold steady； Master Tom；〃 said Sailor Ben； slipping the painter through the ringbolt and tying the loveliest knot you ever saw； 〃hold steady till I see if the mate can let me off。 If you please； sir；〃 he continued； addressing the steersman； a very red…faced； bow…legged person； 〃this here is a little shipmate o' mine as wants to talk over back times along of me； if so it's convenient。〃
〃All right； Ben；〃 returned the mate； 〃sha'n't want you for an hour。〃
Leaving one man in charge of the boat； the mate and the rest of the crew went off together。 In the meanwhile Pepper Whitcomb had got out his cunner…line； and was quietly fishing at the end of the wharf； as if to give me the idea that he wasn't so very much impressed by my intimacy with so renowned a character as Sailor Ben。 Perhaps Pepper was a little jealous。 At any rate； he refused to go with us to the house。
Captain Nutter was at home reading the Rivennouth Barnacle。 He was a reader to do an editor's heart good； he never skipped over an advertisement； even if he had read it fifty times before。 Then the paper went the rounds of the neighborhood； among the poor people； like the single portable eye which the three blind crones passed to each other in the legend of King Acrisius。 The Captain； I repeat； was wandering in the labyrinths of the Rivermouth Barnacle when I led Sailor Ben into the sitting…room。
My grandfather； whose inborn courtesy knew no distinctions； received my nautical friend as if he had been an admiral instead of a common forecastle…hand。 Sailor Ben pulled an imaginary tuft of hair on his forehead； and bowed clumsily。 Sailors have a way of using their forelock as a sort of handle to bow with。
The old tar had probably never been in so handsome an apartment in all his days； and nothing could induce him to take the inviting mahogany chair which the Captain wheeled out from the corner。
The abashed mariner stood up against the wall； twirling his tarpaulin in his two hands and looking extremely silly。 He made a poor show in a gentleman's drawing…room； but what a fellow he had been in his day； when the gale blew great guns and the topsails wanted reefing！ I thought of him with the Mexican squadron off Vera Cruz； where；
'The rushing battle…bolt sung from the three…decker out of the
foam；〃
and he didn't seem awkward or ignoble to me； for all his shyness。
As Sailor Ben declined to sit down； the Captain did not resume his seat； so we three stood in a constrained manner until my grandfather went to the door and called to Kitty to bring in a decanter of Madeira and two glasses。
〃My grandson； here； has talked so much about you；〃 said the Captain； pleasantly； 〃that you seem quite like an old acquaintance to me。〃
〃Thankee； sir； thankee；〃 returned Sailor Ben； looking as guilty as if he had been detected in picking a pocket。
〃And I'm very glad to see you； Mr。…Mr。…〃
〃Sailor Ben；〃 suggested that worthy。
〃Mr。 Sailor Ben；〃 added the Captain； smiling。 〃Tom； open the door； there's Kitty with the glasses。〃
I opened the door； and Kitty entered the room bringing the things on a waiter； which she was about to set on the table； when suddenly she uttered a loud shriek； the decanter and glasses fell with a crash to the floor； and Kitty； as white as a sheet； was seen flying through the hall。
〃It's his wraith！ It's his wraith！〃' we heard Kitty shrieking in the kitchen。
My grandfather and I turned with amazement to Sailor Ben。 His eyes were standing out of his head like a lobster's。
〃It's my own little Irish lass！〃 shouted the sailor； and he darted into the hall after her。
Even then we scarcely caught the meaning of his words； but when we saw Sailor Ben and Kitty sobbing on each other's shoulder in the kitchen； we understood it all。
〃I begs your honor's parden； sir；〃 said Sailor Ben； lifting his tear…stained face above Kitty's tumbled hair； 〃I begs your honor's parden for kicking up a rumpus in the house； but it's my own little Irish lass as I lost so long ago！〃
〃Heaven preserve us！〃 cried the Captain； blowing his nose violently…a transparent ruse to hide his emotion。
Miss Abigail was in an upper chamber； sweeping； but on hearing the unusual racket below； she scented an accident and came ambling downstairs with a bottle of the infallible hot…drops in her hand。 Nothing but the firmness of my grandfather prevented her from giving Sailor Ben a table…spoonful on the spot。 But when she learned what had come about…that this was Kitty's husband； that Kitty Collins wasn't Kitty Collins now； but Mrs。 Benjamin Watson of Nantucket…the good soul sat down on the meal…chest and sobbed as if…to quote from Captain Nutter…as if a husband of her own had turned up！
A happier set of people than we were never met together in a dingy kitchen or anywhere else。 The Captain ordered a fresh decanter of Madeira； and made all hands； excepting myself； drink a cup to the return of 〃the prodigal sea…son；〃 as he persisted in calling Sailor Ben。
After the first flush of joy and surprise was over Kitty grew silent and constrained。 Now and then she fixed her eyes thoughtfully on her husband。 Why had he deserted her all these years？ What right had he to look for a welcome from one he had treated so cruelly？ She had been true to him； but had he been true to her？ Sailor Ben must have guessed what was passing in her mind； for presently he took her hand and said… 〃Well； lass； it's a long yarn； but you shall have it all in good time。 It was my hard luck as made us part company； an' no will of mine； for I loved you dear。〃
Kitty brightened up immediately； needing no other assurance of Sailor Ben's faithfulness。
When his hour had expired； we walked with him down to the wharf； where the Captain held a consultation with the mate； which resulted in an extension of Mr。 Watson's leave of absence； and afterwards in his discharge from his ship。 We then went to the 〃Mariner's Home〃 to engage a room for him； as he wouldn't hear of accepting the hospitalities of the