Three more chapters from Shanghiaed out of Frisco in the Nineties. This time, religious material in the lazaret; a trip ashore; and a sea possum.
‘To practise this black art of tarring, one hand clutches the jackrail; the other hand clutches a piece of canvas that serves as a brush; the tarpot is slung and moved in the best way available. The performer then stoops to conquer. And God help him if any drops reach the holystoned decks below! The great expanse of view exposed to me from the masthead gave me a good idea of the coast-line.’
For the rest of this series of posts:
Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 1