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34 I END A GOOD JOB WELL, AND GET A SET-BACK

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when my meal was finished i set myself first of all to getting off the hatch beneath which my boat lay; and this proved to be a bigger job than i had counted upon—each of its sections being so heavy that i could not manage it without tackle, and even with tackle the work took me a good hour. my plan of operations had included removing the hatch every morning and setting it back again every night, but when i found how much energy and time would be wasted in that way i changed my front a little and got at the same result along another line. all that i needed was a covering for the hatch that would keep the rain out; and what i did, therefore, was to knock together a light grating of wood to fit over it—sloping the grating downward on each side from a sort of a ridge pole—on which a tarpaulin could be stretched; and in that way i got shortly to a water-tight covering for my hatch that i could shift back and forth quickly and without any trouble at all. but the whole of what remained of the afternoon was spent in getting that piece of preliminary work finished to my mind.

the next morning i set myself to the examination of the stuff stowed in the boat—the several parts which i would have to put together in order to make my craft ready for the sea—and for this job also a great deal of preliminary arrangement was required. many of the pieces—as the boiler, the cylinder, the shaft, the screw, and the sections of the cabin—were too heavy for me to lift without tackle; and as they all had to be got out and arranged in order ready for use, and then in due course put aboard the boat one at a time in their proper places, i first of all had to set up some sort of lifting apparatus to take the place of a crane.

in this matter the open hatch directly over the boat again was a help to me. across it, running fore and aft, i stretched a heavy wire rope on which i had placed a big block for a traveller, and carrying the end of the rope forward to the capstan i fell to work with the hand-bars and got it strained so taut that it was like a bar of iron. then to the traveller block i made fast my hoisting tackle—and so was able to swing up the heavy pieces from where they were stowed, and to run them along the taut rope until they were clear of the boat on either side, and then to let them down upon the deck: where they would remain until a reversal of this process would lift them up again and set them in place as they were required. but even with my tackle—and double tackle in the case of the heavier pieces—this was a back-breaking job that took up the whole of three days.

however, i finished it at last, and had the boat clear and all the pieces so arranged that as i needed them they would be ready to my hand; and the examination that i was able to make of them, and of the boat too after i had her empty, gave very satisfactory results. all the parts were there, and all numbered so carefully that they could have been assembled by much less skilful hands than mine; while the hull of the boat was completely finished, and the sockets and rivet-holes for attaching her fittings were all as they should be in her frame. farther, i could see by the little scratches here and there on her iron-work that she had been set up and then taken apart again; and so was sure that all was smooth for her coming together in the right way. but, for all that i had such plain sailing before me in the actual work of refitting her, my courage went down a little as i perceived what a big contract i had taken, and what a very long time must pass before i could pull it through.

moreover, i saw that while the boat was well built for pleasure cruising in smooth water—and, indeed, was so stout in her frame that she would stand a great deal of knocking about without being the worse for it—she by no means was prepared for the chances of an ocean voyage. except where her little cabin and engine-room would be—the two filling about half of her length amidships—she was entirely open; and while the frame of her cabin was stoutly built, that part of it intended to rise above the rail was arranged for sliding glass windows—which would be smashed in a moment by a heavy dash of sea. it was clear, therefore, that in addition to setting her up on the lines planned for her—a big job and a long job to start with—there was a lot more for me to do. to fit her for my purposes it would be necessary to cover her cabin windows with planking; to deck her over forward in order to have my stores under cover as well as to guard against shipping enough water to swamp her in rough weather; and finally to rig her with a mast and sail upon which to fall back for motive-power in the event of my running out of coal. this additional work would not, in one way, present any difficulties—it being in itself simple and easy of accomplishment; but in another way it was not pleasant to contemplate, since the doing of it all single-handed would increase very greatly the time which must pass before i could start upon my voyage. however, as consideration of that phase of the matter only tended to discourage me, i put it out of sight as well as i was able and set myself with a will to finishing my preliminary work—of which there still was a good deal to do.

the steamer's machine-shop, as i have said, was unusually well fitted and supplied; but even in the short time that the vessel had been lying abandoned in that reeking atmosphere rust had so coated everything not shut up in lockers that all the tools in the racks and the fittings of the lathe—although the lathe had an oil-cloth hood over it—had to be cleaned before they could be used: a job that kept me busy with the grind-stone, and emery-cloth, and oiled cotton-waste, for a good long while. and after that i had to get the forge in order, and to bring up fuel for it from the coal bunkers. and in attending to all these various matters the time slipped away so quickly that a whole week had passed before i had done.

but i must say that as the cat and i labored together—though his labors were confined to cheering me by following me about on three legs wherever i went, and pretty much all the while talking to me in his way so that i should not fail to take notice of him—i got more and more light-hearted; which was natural enough, seeing that what i was doing in itself interested me and so made the time pass quickly, and that i had also a great swelling undercurrent of hope as i thought of what my slow-going work would bring me to in the end.

when at last i fairly got started at my building i was in a still more cheerful mood—there being such a sense of definite accomplishment as i set each piece in its place, and such a comfort in the tangible advance that i was making, that half the time i was singing as i made my bolts and rivets fast. but for all my cheerfulness i had a plenty of trouble over what i was doing; and i was sorry enough that i had not somebody beside my cat to help me, or that i myself had not another pair or two of hands.

almost at the start, when i began to swing the pieces of machinery inboard, i found that i had still another bit of preliminary work to attend to before i could go on. my travelling tackle crossing the boat amidships had worked well enough in getting the stuff out of her, but when i came to hoisting the parts aboard and setting them exactly in their places, and holding them steady while i made fast the rivets, it would not in any way serve my turn. what i had to do was to stretch another wire rope across the hatch—at right angles with and a couple of feet above the first one, and parallel with the boat's keel—and to rig on this two travellers, to one or the other of which i could transfer each piece as i got it inboard and so run it along until i had it exactly over the place where it was to be made fast. but i was a whole day in attending to this matter—and it was only one of the many makeshifts to which i had to resort to accomplish what was too much for my unaided strength; and in meeting such like side difficulties i lost in all a good many days.

but though my work went very slowly, and now and then was stopped short for a while by some obstacle that had to be overcome in any rough and ready way that i could think of, i did get on; and at last i had my boat together on the lines that her builders had planned. yet while, in a way, she was finished, there still was a weary lot to do to her to fit her for my purposes; and in decking her over, and in making her cabin solid, and in fitting a mast and sail to her, i spent almost two months more.

all this work went slowly because i had to spend nearly as much time in making ready for what i wanted to do as in doing it. before i began my planking i had to rip up from the steamer's deck the material for it; and this was a hard job in itself and did not give me what i wanted when it was done—for while the stuff served well enough for my beams and braces it was clumsily heavy for the decking of my little launch. but it had to answer, and in the end i got it well in place and the joints so tightly caulked that i was sure of having a dry hold. and that my deck might the more easily turn the water in a sea way i made it flush with the rail; and i had no hatch in it—arranging to get to the hold by a scuttle that i set in the forward end of the cabin—and that gave me a still better chance of keeping dry below.

for my mast i got down one of the top-gallant masts—and i had a close shave to coming down with it and so ending my adventures right there. the best way that i could think of to manage this piece of work—and i have not since thought of any way better—was to make fast a line to the lower end of the top-gallant mast just above the cap of the topmast and to carry this line through the top-block and so down to the deck, and there to pass it through another block to the capstan and haul it taut and stop it; and when all that was in order, and the stays cut, to get up into the cross-trees and saw through the spar just below where i had whipped it with my line. my expectation was that as the spar parted and fell it would be held hanging by my tackle until i could get down to the deck again and lower it away; and that really was what did happen—only as it fell there was a bit of slack line to take up, and this gave such a tremendous jerk to the cross-trees that i was within an ace of being shaken out of them and of going down to the deck with a bang. but i didn't—which is the main thing—and i did get my mast. it was a good deal heavier than my boat could stand, and i had to spend a couple of days in taking it down with a broad-axe and in finishing it with a plane until i got it as it should be; and from the flag-staff at the steamer's stern i got out with very little trouble a good boom and gaff.

after that i had only my sail to fit; and as i did not trouble myself to make a very neat job of it this did not take me long. indeed, i grudged the time that i spent on my mast and sail—close upon a fortnight, altogether—more than any like amount of time that i gave to my task; for my hope was strong that i would not need a sail at all, but would be able to manage—by a way that i had thought of—to carry enough coal with me to make my voyage under steam. but i was not leaving anything to chance—so far as chances could be foreseen—in the adventure that i was about to make, and so i got my sail-power all ready to fall back upon in case my steam-power failed. and when that bit of work was finished i was full of a joyful light-heartedness; for my boat in every way was ready for the water, and i was come at last to the good ending of my long job.

that night i made a feast in celebration of what i had accomplished, and in hope of my greater good fortune that i believed was soon to come—with a place duly set on the opposite side of the table for my only guest, and with a champagne-glass beside his plate to hold his unsweetened condensed milk (for which, when i found it among the ship's stores, he manifested a strong partiality) that he might lap properly his responses to the toasts which i pledged him in champagne. and i don't suppose that a man and a cat ever had a merrier meal anywhere than we had in that queer place for it that evening; nor that any two friends ever were happier together than we were when, our feast being ended, he went through his various tricks—of which he had learned a great many, and with a wonderful quickness, after his paw got well—and then settled himself for a snooze on my lap while i sat smoking my cigar and thinking that at last i had sawn through my prison bars.

and it was while i was sitting in that state of placid happiness that suddenly i was brought up all standing by the reflection—and why it had not come sooner to me is a mystery—that a dozen turns of the screw of my launch in that weed-covered ocean would be enough to foul it hopelessly, and so at the very start to cut short the voyage under steam that i had planned.

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