The Viking Blood: A Story of Seafaring

McKenzie drove the _Amy Anderson_ for Porto Rico in a manner that gave his small crew some trepidation whenever there was more than ordinary wind blowing. He felt that he had to...

After three days' hard fishing, they cleaned up the fish on their first "berth," and when it "thinned out" they hoisted sail and anchor and shifted to the northward. Every day w...

Ruth Nickerson greeted Donald with unusual warmth. She was now a woman beautiful of face and figure, and McKenzie had never seen her look so entrancing and desirable, while the...

Donald Mckenzie celebrated two noteworthy events in Havana, Cuba. One was his twenty-first birthday, and the other was the successful completion of his first voyage as master of...

Within a day or two of his arrival in Eastville Harbor, Donald saw the beginnings of great activity among the anchored fleet of fishing schooners in the Bay. Almost simultaneous...

The _West Wind_ slipped out of the harbor and Don stared up at the Nickerson house to see if Ruth would wave. A female figure stood on the verandah and Donald made a farewell ge...

Donald was talking. "And, Mother, I've got the house and everything all ready for you. All you've got to do is step into it. It's a pretty little place up on a hill overlooking...

Captain Nickerson drove the _Kelvinhaugh_ in genuine "Down-east" fashion, and the big barque made the best speed it was possible to attain in such a model, and with such a weak...

Joak McGlashan's troubles started when the _Starbuck_ crossed 45° south. The pleasant zephyrs of the Trades were a memory of the past; the gentle undulations of the fine weather...

The packet steamer was slugging hot-foot for Eastville as the sun went down behind an ominous bank of clouds. Thunder was rumbling to the south'ard and Captain Westhaver was gla...

They got the _West Wind_ down to the end of the wharf on a cold March morning. It was dark and the sky was overcast, and as he hauled on the schooner's mooring lines, Donald won...

"Hae some o' these beans, Donal'!" urged Joak, piling his old chum's plate, "they're good an' fillin' an' I cooked them masel' Boston fashion. Jist tae think we sh'd meet like t...

The _West Wind's_ crew arrived in Halifax on a Monday morning at the end of September to attend the inquiry, and the evidence was given by both sides. The Greeks had no case. It...

After making a few sets on Western Bank, they ran up on to Grand again and anchored on the south-western edge of the ground. Donald went in the dory with Jack Thomas, and the tw...

"Naow, boys," Nickerson was saying, "we'll take the little packet steamer to-night an' go home to my people's place daown the shore at Eastville Harbor. It's a little fishing an...

Six weeks of desperate effort! Six weeks of plunging in Cape Horn "graybeards," during which time the _Kelvinhaugh's_ crew plumbed the depths of physical and mental misery; phys...

It was two in the morning, and McKenzie, keeping a watch by standing inside the cabin gang-way with his head and shoulders above the slide, noticed that the foresail was too muc...

He was christened Donald Percival McKenzie, but his mother preferred to call him Percival. The father, however insisted on the "Donald" and demanded that it be given priority ov...

The _Kelvinhaugh_ was lying in the Queen's Dock and the cab rattled down the silent streets which glistened wet in the glow of the gas-lamps. It was a typical Glasgow morning--d...

Donald Percival McKenzie was eight years old when the red sandstone villa became his habitation. He was glad to leave the Terrace where they formerly lived as his life in that l...

Donald was to go on duty with the mate's, or port watch, at midnight, but he was awakened suddenly at six bells by loud shouting on deck and the violent careening of the ship. H...

The _Kelvinhaugh_ lay alongside a wharf and her steam donkey was working, as it never worked at sea, slinging the long bars of railway iron out of the holds by yard-arm tackles....

"Clang-Clang! Clang-clang! Clang-clang! Clang-clang!" Four double tolls sounded on the bell aft betokened the sea-time of eight bells in the second dog-watch, or 8 p.m. shore ti...

The monotonous routine of uneventful sea-life saw the big barque across the equatorial line, and the usual spell of windless calms had to be endured when the _Kelvinhaugh_ left...

Two years at the Gregg Street Public School saw Donald in that exalted grade of learning known as the "Ex-sixth"--a sort of educational Valhalla which conferred a brevet rank up...

The tug pulled the _Kelvinhaugh_ to the Tail of the Bank and the barque dropped her anchor there. During the journey down the river the second mate kept Donald busy on odd jobs,...

With all sail stripped off her and a tarpaulin lashed in the weather jigger rigging, the grey daylight revealed the _Kelvinhaugh_ lying hove-to in a sea which words fail to desc...

Donald rushed into the house to find visitors in the front parlor with his mother. He peered through the curtain and saw her seated on a lounge, deathly pale, and twisting a sod...

They jumped out on deck into a wind that nearly took their breath away, and it was as black as the inside of a tar-pot, save where the sheen of the foam to loo'ard illuminated t...

Janet made Alec McKenzie a good wife. She supplied the ambition and aggressiveness which her husband lacked. No one could say he lowered himself by marrying Janet McKinnon, for...

In a month's time, Donald received a curt note from his uncle to come to Glasgow and to be at the office at "nine sharp." He entered the gloomy chambers at ten minutes to the ap...