【正文】 ot! It39。s my fav39。s food for me! I39。t breathe and swallow coal dust, but I kin, see? Dat39。s been sayin39。m in de pink! I move wit it! It, get me! I mean de ting dat39。t belong no more. But me, I39。. He39。s what he39。s all a dope dream! Hittin39。 all dat crazy tripe about stars and moons。s new stuff! Dat belongs! But him, he39。s goin39。t dey? Dey smash trou, don39。t dey? Dey39。. Listen to me! Sure I39。s dead but I39。s happened since yuh croaked. [_He suddenly bursts forth vehemently, growing more and more ] Say! Sure! Sure I meant it! What de hellSay, lemme talk! Hey! Hey, you old Harp! Hey, youse guys! Say, listen to mewait a momentI gotter talk, see. I belong and he don39。re too old. [] But aw say, e up for air onct in a while, can39。t belong no more, see. Yuh don39。y it39。Aw, dat39。re bugs, dat39。s gone!YANKAw, yuh crazy Mick! [_He springs to his feet and advances on Paddy threateninglythen stops, fighting some queer struggle within himselflets his hands fall to his ] Aw, take it easy. Yuh39。s me! What about it?PADDY[_As if to himselfwith great ] Me time is past due. That a great wave wid sun in the heart of it may sweep me over the side sometime I39。re wishing? Is it a flesh and blood wheel of the engines you39。d be, Yankblack smoke from the funnels smudging the sea, smudging the decksthe bloody engines pounding and throbbing and shakingwid divil a sight of sun or a breath of clean airchoking our lungs wid coal dustbreaking our backs and hearts in the hell of the stokeholefeeding the bloody furnacefeeding our lives along wid the coal, I39。Twas them days men belonged to ships, not now. 39。Tis a dead man39。d see the mountains of South Americy wid the red fire of the setting sun painting their white tops and the clouds floating by them! [_His tone of exaltation ceases. He goes on ] Yerra, what39。d mind that at all? Sure, you worked under the sky and 39。d believe 39。d be blazing and winking wid stars. Or the full of the moon maybe. Then you39。s gone or the day to e—until they39。m thinking 39。d be making sail in the dawn, with a fair breeze, singing a chanty song wid no care to it. And astern the land would be sinking low and dying out, but we39。twas the mother that bore them. Oh, the clean skins of them, and the clear eyes, the straight backs and full chests of them! Brave men they was, and bold men surely! We39。re saying? We make the ship to go, you39。t woith a punch. Drink up. Here39。 speeches.Throw him out!Yellow!Chuck him overboard!I39。t need noone cryin39。s job!Talk is cheap, Long.He never could hold up his end.Divil take him!Yank39。re yellow, dat39。s job, get me? It belongs. It runs dis tub. No stiffs need apply. But yuh39。 hellaw, nuts! Yuh lost your noive, dat39。t. Dat39。t it us guys? Well den, we belong, don39。. Dey39。d carry him off on a stretcher. Dem boids don39。em down here for one watch in de stokehole, what39。re better men dan dey are, ain39。s you. Say! What39。re yellow, dat39。re de bunk. Yuh ain39。ink? Yuh ain39。ve listened to lots of guys like you, see, Yuh39。tlist class, huh? Aw nix on dat Salvation ArmySocialist bull. Git a soapbox! Hire a hall! Come and be saved, huh? Jerk us to Jesus, huh? Aw g39。s them39。 up, eatin39。y wage slaves in the bowels of a bloody ship, sweatin39。til we39。they care for the Biblethem lazy, bloated swine what travels first cabin? Them39。s in the bleedin39。t. We wasn39。ll die in it. [] And who39。ell. We lives in 39。e39。ome is 39。ome. And 39。ere stinkin39。ere is right. 39。em.LONG[_Very drunk, jumps on a bench excitedly, gesticulating with a bottle in his ] Listen 39。em. Tarts, dat39。em rough, dat39。d doublecross yuh for a nickel. Dey39。s all tripe. Dey don39。t never licked me since! Wanter try it, any of youse? Huh! I guess not. [_In a more placated but still contemptuous ] Goils waitin39。y too glad to beat it, dat was me. Home was lickings for me, dat39。yuh get dat tripe? Dis is home, see? What d39。ll knock yuh dead. Home! T39。yuh get dat tripe? Home? Home, hell! I39。t think![_A whole chorus of voices has taken up this refrain, stamping on the floor, pounding on the benches with ]YANK[_Taking a gulp from his ] Aw right. Can de noise. I got yuh de foist time. [_The uproar subsides. A very drunken sentimental tenor begins to sing:_] Far away in Canada, Far across the sea, There39。t think!Drink, don39。ink?ALL[_Repeating the word after him as one with same cynical amused ] Think! [_The chorused word has a brazen metallic quality as if their throats were phonograph horns. It is followed by a general uproar of hard, barking ]VOICESDon39。m tryin39。t know it. Take it easy, see. Give us a rest. Nix on de loud noise. [_With a cynical ] Can39。re dead, too, yuh damned old Harp, on39。s a queer wish from the ugly like of you, God help you. But no matther. [_He starts to sing in a thin, nasal, doleful tone: _] Oh, whiskey is the life of man! Whiskey! O Johnny![_They all join in on ] Oh, whiskey is the life of man! Whiskey for my Johnny! [_Again chorus_] Oh, whiskey drove my old man mad! Whiskey! O Johnny! Oh, whiskey drove my old man mad! Whiskey for my Johnny!YANK[_Again turning around ] Aw hell! Nix on dat old sailing ship stuff! All dat bull39。m dead to the world I39。m never too drunk to sing. 39。 old. The drink is too much for him. He39。s Paddy? Going asleep. Sing us that whiskey song, Paddy. [_They all turn to an old, wizened Irishman who is dozing, very drunk, on the benches forward. His face is extremely monkeylike with all the sad, patient pathos of that animal in his small ] Singa da song, Caruso Pat! He39。ll go off your chump, Froggy! Cochon! Whiskey, that39。s nigger trink. Absinthe? It39。 seasick, Squarehead? Drink up and forget it! What39。 then, keeping the bottle in his hand, glares belligerently at the owner, who hastens to acquiesce in this robbery by saying:_] All righto, Yank. Keep it and have another. [_Yank contemptuously turns his back on the crowd again. For a second there is an embarrassed silence. Then_]