Cringle and cross-tree

by Oliver Optic

I had no doubt that the new mate was a very wonderful man, and I was only sorry that the circumstances would not permit me to enjoy his kind and gentlemanly treatment on the passage to Palermo.

"Mr. Ashborn says his nephew is really a brilliant man, and I suppose, if I was only out of the way, he would have the command of the bark," the captain proceeded. "Well, I'm fifty now, and I don't mean to go to sea all the days of my life. I've been knocked about in all sorts of vessels ever since I was a boy. I didn't crawl in at the cabin window; I went through the hawse-hole; and I can show any man how to knot, and splice, and set up rigging. But I've had about enough of it. I've got a little farm down in Jersey, and when I've paid off the mortgage on it, I shall quit going to sea. It's all well enough for a young man; but when one gets to be fifty, he wants to take it a little easier."

Captain Farraday showed me the quarters of the crew, in a house on deck, instead of the forecastle, where the hands are generally lodged. It was rather dirty, greasy, and tarry; but I was satisfied that I could be comfortable there. It was even better than the log cabin where I had spent my earlier years; and neither the smell nor the looks would have deterred me from going to sea in the Michigan, if I had not felt obliged to follow the instructions of my father.

I liked the bark very much. Her captain pleased me, and I had no doubt I should be captivated by the graces and accomplishments of the new mate. I was sorry I could not go in her. Captain Farraday took another drink before I left the vessel, and I was glad then that his duties required his presence on board, for he told me that, in the absence of the mate, he was obliged to attend to the details of the bark himself. I walked up to Broadway, and examined the wonders of the city on my way. I wanted to find the office of the steamers for Europe, and a handbill gave me the necessary information. It was now Saturday, and one of them would sail on the following Wednesday. I spoke for a berth in the second cabin, which I thought would be good enough for me, after having seen the forecastle of the Michigan.

I then visited a banker's, and ascertained on what terms I could obtain a letter of credit. I did not care to keep my gold any longer than was necessary, and I hastened back to the hotel to obtain it, rather than leave it in my trunk till Monday. When a man's conscience is all right, money is a great blessing to him, and may make him very happy, if he knows how to use it; but when a man's conscience is not all right, neither money nor anything else can make him happy. My bag of half eagles was a great luxury to me. I could even spend a year in Europe without troubling myself about my finances. There is something in this consciousness that future wants are provided for, which affords a very great satisfaction; and as I walked back to the hotel, I was in the full enjoyment of this happy state of mind. I could look into the shop windows without wanting anything I saw, unless I needed it; but the lack of means suggests a thousand things which one never wants when he has the ability to buy them.

I reached the hotel, and went up stairs to my room. My trunk was on the chair where the porter had placed it; and every time I saw it safe, it afforded me a new sensation of enjoyment. I experienced it more fully on this occasion, for in half an hour more I should be relieved of all responsibility in regard to it. I could have all the benefit of it, without being burdened with the care of it. I could cross the ocean, and in whatever city I happened to be, I could step into the banker's and provide myself with funds as long as the fountain now in my possession should hold out.

I opened my trunk. It was a very nice trunk, which my father had furnished for me, expressly for travelling in foreign lands. It was made of sole leather, and strong enough to resist all reasonable assaults of the baggage smashers, though of course I could not have entire confidence in it, when pitted against the violence of those worthies. I was rather proud of my trunk, for I have always thought that a nice-looking, substantial one adds very much to the respectability of the traveller. I have imagined that the landlord bows a shade lower to the owner of well-ordered baggage, and that gentlemanly hotel clerks pause before they insult the proprietor of such goods. I considered my trunk, therefore, as a good investment for one about to cross the ocean, and wander in foreign lands. I had heard a western hotel-keeper speak very contemptuously of those people who travel with hair trunks, and I was very happy in not being counted among the number.

I opened my trunk, and found my clothes just as I had left them the last time I examined my treasure, or rather the last time I had looked at the bag which contained it, for I had not counted the gold since I left the steamer on the Ohio. I took out the various articles at the top of the trunk, and soon reached the bag. It lay in the corner, distended just enough to hold the fifteen hundred dollars. It was a pleasant sight to look upon, and I could not help congratulating myself upon the fact that I had brought so large a sum in safety from St. Louis to New York. Perhaps it was not a great feat; but I could not help feeling that it was just a little "smart," for specie is always a dangerous commodity to transport.

The bag lay in the corner just as it had when I glanced at it in Baltimore and in Philadelphia. As the sight of the distended bag had satisfied me then, so it would have satisfied me now, if I had not intended to dispose of its contents. I took hold of the bag, and lifted it up. It was very light compared with what it ought to have been, and with what it had been when I had last raised it.

In a word, my gold was not there.