Jump to content

Poems (Fields)/The Alarmed Skipper

From Wikisource
Poems (1849)
by James Thomas Fields
The Alarmed Skipper
4006788Poems — The Alarmed Skipper1849James Thomas Fields

THE ALARMÈD SKIPPER

"It was an ancient Mariner."

Many a long, long year ago,Nantucket skippers had a planOf finding out, though "lying low,"How near New York their schooners ran.
They greased the lead before it fell,And then, by sounding through the night,―Knowing the soil that stuck, so well,They always guessed their reckoning right.
A skipper grey, whose eyes were dim,Could tell, by tasting, just the spot,And so below he'd "dowse the glim"—After, of course, his "something hot."
Snug in his berth, at eight o'clock,This ancient skipper might be found;No matter how his craft would rock,He slept—for skippers' naps are sound!
The watch on deck would now and thenRun down and wake him, with the lead;He'd up, and taste, and tell the menHow many miles they went ahead.
One night, 't was Jotham Marden's watch,A curious wag,—the pedlar's son,—And so he mused, (the wanton wretch,)"To-night I'll have a grain of fun.
"We're all a set of stupid foolsTo think the skipper knows by tastingWhat ground he's on,—Nantucket schoolsDon't teach such stuff, with all their basting!"
And so he took the well-greased lead,And rubbed it o'er a box of earthThat stood on deck—(a parsnip bed)—And then he sought the skipper's berth.
"Where are we now, Sir? Please to taste."The skipper yawned, put out his tongue,Then oped his eyes in wondrous haste,And then upon the floor he sprung!
The skipper stormed, and tore his hair, Thrust on his boots, and roared to Marden, "Nantucket's sunk, and here we are Right over old Marm Hackett's garden!"