love with him as she did. _Why-a_! The thought of that hour 
brings a pain to my heart yet--and it is thirty years ago." 
"You are a true sailor, Captain." 
"To be sure I am. As the Fife men say, 'I was born with the sea in my 
mouth.' I thank God for it! Often I have met Him on the great deep, for 
'His path is on the waters.' I don't believe I would have found Him as 
easy and as often, in a cotton-spinning factory--no, I don't!"
"A good man like you, Captain, ought to have a wife and a home." 
"I'm not sure of that, Mr. Hatton. On my ship at sea I am lord and 
master, and my word is law as long as I stop at sea. If any man does not 
like my word and way, he can leave my ship at the first land we touch, 
and I see that he does so. But it is different with a wife. She is in your 
house to stay, whether you like it or not. All you have is hers if you 
stick to the marriage vow. Yes, sir, she even takes your name for her 
own, and if she does not behave well with it, you have to take the 
blame and the shame, whether you deserve it or not. It is a one-sided 
bargain, sir." 
"Not always as bad as that, Captain." 
"Why, sir, your honored father, who lorded it over every man he met 
and contradicted everything he didn't like, said, 'Yes, my dear,' to 
whatever Mrs. Hatton desired or declared. I hed to do the same thing in 
my way, and Mrs. Hatton on board this yacht was really her captain. 
I'm not saying but what she was a satisfactory substitute, for she hed 
the sense to always ask my advice." 
"Then she acted under orders, Captain." 
"To be sure. But I am Captain Lance Cook, of Whitby, a master 
navigator, a fourth in direct line from Captain James Cook, who sailed 
three times round the world, when that was a most uncommon thing to 
do. And every time he went, he made England a present of a few 
islands. Captain James Cook made his name famous among 
Englishmen of the sea, and I hevn't come across the woman yet I 
considered worthy to share it." 
"You may meet her soon now, Captain. There is a 'new woman' very 
much the fashion these days. Perhaps you have not seen her yet." 
"I have seen her, sir. I have seen all I want to see of her. She appears to 
hev got the idea into her head that she ought to hev been a man, and 
some of them have got so far in that direction that you are forced to say 
that in their dress and looks there isn't much difference. However, I hev
heard very knowing men declare they always found the old woman in 
all her glory under the new one, and I wouldn't wonder if that was the 
case. What do you think, Mr. Hatton?" 
"It may be, Captain, that it is the 'new man' that is wanted, and not the 
'new woman.' I think most men are satisfied with the old woman. I am 
sure I am," and his eyes filled with light, and he silently blessed the fair 
woman who came into his memory ere he added, "but then, I have not a 
great ancestor's name to consider. The Hattons never gave anything in 
the way of land to England." 
"They hev done a deal for Yorkshire, sir." 
"That was their duty, and their pleasure and profit. Yorkshire men are 
kinsmen everywhere. If I met one in Singapore, or Timbuctoo, I would 
say '_Yorkshire_?' and hold out my hand to him." 
"Well, sir, I've seen Yorkshire men I wouldn't offer my hand to; I hev 
that, and sorry I am to say it! I never was in Singapore harbor, and I 
must acknowledge I never saw or heard tell of Timbuctoo harbor." 
John laughed pleasantly. "Timbuctoo is in Central Africa. It was just an 
illustration." 
"Illustration! You might have illustrated with a true harbor, sir--for 
instance, New York." 
"You are right. I ought to have done so." 
"Well, sir, it's hard to illustrate and stick to truth. There is the 
boatswain's whistle! I must go and see what's up. Pentland Firth is ever 
restless and nobody minds that, but she gets into sudden passions which 
need close watching, and I wouldn't wonder if there was not now signs 
of a Pentland tantrum." 
The Captain's supposition was correct. In a few minutes the ship was 
enveloped in a livid creeping mist, and he heard the Captain shout, 
"_All hands stand by to reef!_" Reef they did, but Pentland's temper
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