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harbour under the southern stars； Dag Daughtry would have risked and tossed his life into the bargain in a battle to continue to have and to hold the dog he had originally conceived of as being interchangeable for so many dozens of beer。
The Mary Turner； towed out by a tug； sailed shortly after daybreak； and Daughtry； Kwaque； and Michael looked their last for ever on Sydney Harbour。
〃Once again these old eyes have seen this fair haven；〃 the Ancient Mariner； beside them gazing； babbled； and Daughtry could not help but notice the way the wheat…farmer and the pawnbroker pricked their ears to listen and glanced each to the other with scant eyes。 〃It was in '52； in 1852； on such a day as this； all drinking and singing along the decks； we cleared from Sydney in the Wide Awake。 A pretty craft； oh sirs； a most clever and pretty craft。 A crew； a brave crew； all youngsters； all of us； fore and aft； no man was forty； a mad； gay crew。 The captain was an elderly gentleman of twenty…eight； the third officer another of eighteen； the down； untouched of steel； like so much young velvet on his cheek。 He； too； died in the longboat。 And the captain gasped out his last under the palm trees of the isle unnamable while the brown maidens wept about him and fanned the air to his parching lungs。〃
Dag Daughtry heard no more； for he turned below to take up his new routine of duty。 But while he made up bunks with fresh linen and directed Kwaque's efforts to cleaning long…neglected floors； he shook his head to himself and muttered； 〃He's a keen 'un。 He's a keen 'un。 All ain't fools that look it。〃
The fine lines of the Mary Turner were explained by the fact that she had been built for seal…hunting； and for the same reason on board of her was room and to spare。 The forecastle with bunk… space for twelve； bedded but eight Scandinavian seamen。 The five staterooms of the cabin accommodated the three treasure…hunters； the Ancient Mariner； and the matethe latter a large…bodied； gentle…souled Russian…Finn； known as Mr。 Jackson through inability of his shipmates to pronounce the name he had signed on the ship's articles。
Remained the steerage； just for'ard of the cabin； separated from it by a stout bulkhead and entered by a companionway on the main deck。 On this deck； between the break of the poop and the steerage companion； stood the galley。 In the steerage itself； which possessed a far larger living…space than the cabin； were six capacious bunks； each double the width of the forecastle bunks； and each curtained and with no bunk above it。
〃Some fella glory…hole； eh； Kwaque？〃 Daughtry told his seventeen… years…old brown…skinned Papuan with the withered ancient face of a centenarian； the legs of a living skeleton； and the huge…stomached torso of an elderly Japanese wrestler。 〃Eh； Kwaque！ What you fella think？〃
And Kwaque； too awed by the spaciousness to speak； eloquently rolled his eyes in agreement。
〃You likee this piecee bunk？〃 the cook； a little old Chinaman； asked the steward with eager humility； inviting the white man's acceptance of his own bunk with a wave of arm。
Daughtry shook his head。 He had early learned that it was wise to get along well with sea…cooks； since sea…cocks were notoriously given to going suddenly lunatic and slicing and hacking up their shipmates with butcher knives and meat cleavers on the slightest remembered provocation。 Besides； there was an equally good bunk all the way across the width of the steerage from the Chinaman's。 The bunk next on the port side to the cook's and abaft of it Daughtry allotted to Kwaque。 Thus he retained for himself and Michael the entire starboard side with its three bunks。 The next one abaft of his own he named 〃Killeny Boy's；〃 and called on Kwaque and the cook to take notice。 Daughtry had a sense that the cook； whose name had been quickly volunteered as Ah Moy； was not entirely satisfied with the arrangement； but it affected him no more than a momentary curiosity about a Chinaman who drew the line at a dog taking a bunk in the same apartment with him。
Half an hour later； returning； from setting the cabin aright； to the steerage for Kwaque to serve him with a bottle of beer； Daughtry observed that Ah Moy had moved his entire bunk belongings across the steerage to the third bunk on the starboard side。 This had put him with Daughtry and Michael and left Kwaque with half the steerage to himself。 Daughtry's curiosity recrudesced。
〃What name along that fella Chink？〃 he demanded of Kwaque。 〃He no like 'm you fella boy stop 'm along same fella side along him。 What for？ My word！ What name？ That fella Chink make 'm me cross along him too much！〃
〃Suppose 'm that fella Chink maybe he think 'm me kai…kai along him；〃 Kwaque grinned in one of his rare jokes。
〃All right；〃 the steward concluded。 〃We find out。 You move 'm along my bunk； I move 'm along that fella Chink's bunk。〃
This accomplished； so that Kwaque； Michael； and Ah Moy occupied the starboard side and Daughtry alone bunked on the port side； he went on deck and aft to his duties。 On his next return he found Ah Moy had transferred back to the port side； but this time into the last bunk aft。
〃Seems the beggar's taken a fancy to me；〃 the steward smiled to himself。
Nor was he capable of guessing Ah Moy's reason for bunking always on the opposite side from Kwaque。
〃I changee；〃 the little old cook explained； with anxious eyes to please and placate； in response to Daughtry's direct question。 〃All the time like that； changee； plentee changee。 You savvee？〃
Daughtry did not savvee； and shook his head； while Ah Moy's slant eyes betrayed none of the anxiety and fear with which he privily gazed on Kwaque's two permanently bent fingers of the left hand and on Kwaque's forehead； between the eyes； where the skin appeared a shade darker； a trifle thicker； and was marked by the first beginning of three short vertical lines or creases that were already giving him the lion…like appearance； the leonine face so named by the experts and technicians of the fell disease。
As the days passed； the steward took facetious occasions； when he had drunk five quarts of his daily allowance； to shift his and Kwaque's bunks about。 And invariably Ah Moy shifted； though Daughtry failed to notice that he never shifted into a bunk which Kwaque had occupied。 Nor did he notice that it was when the time came that Kwaque had variously occupied all the six bunks that Ah Moy made himself a canvas hammock； suspended it from the deck beams above and thereafter swung clear in space and unmolested。
Daughtry dismissed the matter from his thoughts as no more than a thing in keeping with the general inscrutability of the Chinese mind。 He did notice； however； that Kwaque was never permitted to enter the galley。 Another thing he noticed； which； expressed in his own words； was： 〃That's the all…dangdest cleanest Chink I've ever clapped my lamps on。 Clean in galley； clean in steerage； clean in everything。 He's always washing the dishes in boiling water； when he isn't washing himself or his clothes or bedding。 My word； he actually boils his blankets once a week！〃
For there were other things to occupy the steward's mind。 Getting acquainted with the five men aft in the cabin； and lining up the whole situation and the relations of each of the five to that situation and to one another； consumed much time。 Then there was the path of the Mary Turner across the sea。 No old sailor breathes who does not desire to know the casual course of his ship and the next port…of…call。
〃We ought to be moving along a line that'll cross somewhere northard of New Zealand；〃 Daughtry guessed to himself； after a hundred stolen glances into the binnacle。 But that was all the information concerning the ship's navigation he could steal； for Captain Doane took the observations and worked them out； to the exclusion of the mate； and Captain Doane always methodically locked up his chart and log。 That there were heated discussions in the cabin； in which terms of latitude and longitude were bandied back and forth； Daughtry did know； but more than that he could not know； because it was early impressed upon him that the one place for him never to be； at such tim