Saturday 27 January 2018

O’Henry award winning stories – Home is the Sailor by Bill Adams

[I recently read a story from Top-Notch magazine, John D. Swain's "One head, well done"in a short story collection of O'Henry prize winning stories from 1931. I decided to take a look at all the stories i had in my collection that had won this prize.]

This story was published in Blue Book magazine, February 1928. Written by Bill Adams and illustrated by O. E. Hake, a Chicago based artist who did interior illustrations for Blue Book from 1926 to 1930. It won the O'Henry award in 1928.

Home is the Sailor written by Bill Adams, interior illustration by Otto Eugene Hake
Home is the Sailor written by Bill Adams, interior illustration by Otto Eugene Hake

Bill Adams tells us this tale in the first person, as if he were a shipmate when this happened. It’s the story of a young gentleman apprenticed as a sailor during the days of sailing ships. The boy Gillan, about seventeen years old, comes on board in full dress uniform, looking as though he has stepped out of an advertisement illustration. Adams gives us this description:

The newcomer was slight, rather tall and lanky, with dark eyes and straight black hair. His expression was very open and eager. A boy of about seventeen, he looked soft even for a first voyager. His delicate face was pink and clear, his hands white. He looked shy. One could easily see that he was a “gentle-man’s son.” The tip of a white handkerchief showed in his breast pocket. He wore a white collar, white shirt, and dark silk tie. And of course he was dressed in the customary spanking rig of an unsophisticated and unsuspecting green sea apprentice—a double-breasted blue serge suit with two rows of big bright brass buttons, an anchor on each of them. A smart new “badge cap” topped him off—a round blue cloth cap with a shiny black leather peak and gold chin-stay, the company’s house flag in the loop of the stay. I could have easily guessed what he afterward told me: he supposed this was to be the rig that he would wear at sea. “Going to sea with her?” I asked.

The workday starts at daybreak, no breakfast. By eight o’clock, the boy is hungry, fatigued and disillusioned of the romance of sailing, but the day has hardly begun. He tries to eat the sailors’ breakfast – hardtack and coffee, and throws up. By noon, he’s wet through from the rain, and hungry enough that he manages to eat lunch – fatty pork and hardtack. He eats and falls asleep, the narrator wakes him up at one o’clock. At six o’clock, he comes off duty and sleeps till eight o’clock. From midnight, he’s given the duty of striking the ships bells, once every half-hour. This means he’s not able to grab any sleep during the shift, as everyone on ship does their duty by the cadence of the bells, and will not tolerate any delays in their rota. He manages to stay awake till nine thirty. The narrator, knowing that this is likely to happen, checks on him and stays with him, kicking him awake every half hour to ring the bells. The day ends at midnight, and the next workday begins at four o’clock.

When the second mate’s watch was roused out again at four of the morning and he had to go back to the poop to keep the time till beginning of the day’s work at five o’clock, he could hardly keep his eyes open. His fingers trembled as he slowly dressed. The linings of his sea boots were sodden. He gasped as he put his bunk-warmed feet down into them.

The life at sea begins to harden the boy physically. His inexperience leads to him being taken advantage of. One of the men offers him a week’s worth of his pork ration at lunch in return for his sea boots. Being hungry and fatigued all the time, Gillan makes the trade. After this, his feet are wet all the time, as the rain returns – this leads to blisters and boils developing. The narrator looks out for Gillan, and suggests to him that he can desert if he doesn’t want to be a sailor. Gillan says nothing, but he doesn’t drop out from his work even when a couple of more experienced sailors pretend to be sick to get a break from work.

There are a few bright spots in Gillan’s life. Once, he has to climb the rigging in a storm to shorten sail, and he sees the roaring sea from above.

“How d’you like sailoring?” I shouted.

His eyes very bright, he glanced at me from amidst folds of white billowing canvas. His cap had blown away and the wind tossed his black hair about his pale forehead. He made no reply, but while I passed the gaskets and lashed down the sail he stood erect on the foot-rope and gazed up to the full round moon above us. His lips were parted. His face delighted and eager, he drank deep of the crisp wind.

When I came down into the topmast rigging he was still standing at the royal mast head, gazing now skyward, now to the glistening crested seas almost two hundred feet below.

Gillan soldiers on, doing his duties in the face of the other crew member’s contempt and the officer’s belief that he will probably desert. One day, one of the malingering sailors takes Gillan’s uniform and wears it, taunting the boy. Gillan fights, and routs the other man. The crew cheer for him, and accept him as a crew member from that time.

Things are going well for Gillan, when one day, near the end of the voyage ....

I’ll let you read the rest for yourself, as I don’t want to spoil the ending. A masterful depiction of life before the mast, the story is only eleven pages long but paints a picture of a sailor’s burden and the attraction of the sea, despite the suffering it inflicts on men.  

Out of the remaining O'Henry award winning stories, the ones with a check mark below are the ones i have access to. Which one should i do next? Leave your suggestion in the comments:

Bill Adams
Adventure, November 23, 1926

"Home is the Sailor"
Blue Book Magazine, February 1928

"The Lubber"
Adventure, April 1933

John D. Swain
"One Head Well Done"
Top-Notch, Sep 1931

Maryland Allen
"The Urge"
Everybody's, September 1921

Harry Anable Kniffin
"The Tribute"
Brief Stories, September 1921

Edison Marshall
"The Elephant Remembers"
Everybody' s, October 1918

"The Heart of Little Shikara"
Everybody's, January 1921

L.H. Robbins
"Professor Todd's Used Car"
Everybody's, July 1920

"Mr. Downey Sits Down"
Everybody's, January 1921

Raymond S. Spears
"A River Combine-Professional"
Argosy-Allstory, May 3, 1924

Isa Urquhart Glenn
"The Wager"
Argosy All-Story, September 18, 1923

"Old Peter Takes an Afternoon Off"
Popular, April 7, 1922

Albert Payson Terhune
"On Strike"
The Popular Magazine, October 1918

"The Writer-Upward"
Popular, May 20, 1922

Karl W. Detzer
"The Wreck Job"
Short Stories Sep 10 1926

Charles Tenney Jackson 
"The Man Who Cursed the Lillies"
Short Stories, December 10, 1921

"The Horse of Hurricane Reef"
Short Stories, September 10, 1922

James W. Bennett
"The Kiss of the Accolade"
Short Stories, October 10, 1922

Robert S. Lemmon
"The Bamboo Trap"
Short Stories, April 25, 1923

Albert Richard Wetjen
Sea Stories

Saturday 20 January 2018

Pulp Proverbs #2 - A stitch in time saves nine

Message brought to you by Adventure, March 3, 1919 cover by Will Crawford.

Adventure, March 3, 1919 cover by Will Crawford
Adventure, March 3, 1919 cover by Will Crawford

Saturday 13 January 2018

Frontier - September, 1925 issue review

Walker Martin has a high opinion of this magazine when it was published by Doubleday. I was curious to find an issue to review, never got one till recently, when I managed to snag a readable copy of the September 1925 issue at the Pulp AdventureCon in November 2017, and this review is the belated result, If the rest of the run has some fiction as good as this one, then it’s a quality magazine. If you’ve read other issues, leave a line in the comments with the names and dates of some stories you remember.

Frontier Magazine, September 1925 cover, reprinted UK edition - cover by James C. McKell
Frontier Magazine, September 1925 cover, reprinted UK edition - cover by James C. McKell

What I got is a copy of the British edition, March 1926, which is a reprint of the September 1925 issue, nothing omitted. 

Devil Jordan’s Treasure · Don McGrew · na 
Devil Jordan's Treasure by Don McGrew
Devil Jordan's Treasure by Don McGrew

A great story of pirate treasure, chases, duels and sea battles. The setting of the story is the time just before the American Revolution. The story starts with the teenaged heroine, Jeanette aka Gyp, in stocks for damaging an inn. The hero, Duncan MacClaren, is moved by her plight and convinces the judge to release her into his custody. After releasing her, he discovers that she is under the guardianship of a man, Captain Jordan, who she suspects is a pirate, and who has designs on her inheritance.
Before he can take her home to his sister, she is taken away by Captain Jordan, who does not want her out his control. Over the next four years, Duncan rises in the ranks of the British Army, while simultaneously working for the rebel militia. They’re trying to buy some muskets from a smuggler, who turns out to be Captain Jordan. A drunken young Goliath, Lee Carlton, bursts in on the scene of their meeting driving a horse carriage, fights the local blacksmith and wins, tries to fight a bear and gets knocked out. Captain Jordan does not let anyone come to Lee’s assistance, as he has just learnt that Lee is in love with Gyp. Duncan and Gyp take him to the nearest doctor’s, where Captain Jordan provokes a duel with Duncan.

Jordan, as you may have figured out by now, wants to marry Gyp both because he loves her, and because he wants her inheritance. He leaves, and after he departs, two longshoremen come in bearing a dying seaman, a man from Jordan’s crew. Gyp and the doctor tend to him, and before dying he tells them that Jordan is indeed a pirate, playing both ends against the middle: as a King’s privateer, he was searching and seizing Colonial vessels; as a smuggler and arms-runner, he was flouting the Crown; and as a pirate he preyed on anyone. The last thing the pirate tells them is the story of Jordan’s treasure, five hundred thousand gold sovereigns, looted from a Crown ship that got separated from their convoy in a storm.

A chain of circumstances starting from this set off a race for the treasure. Gyp is kept captive on the pirate’s ship. Jordan is injured, unconscious and nothing restrains his men, who want the treasure for themselves. Another ship with allies of Duncan, Gyp and Lee is racing for the treasure as well.

Excellent action filled swashbuckler, with many twists and turns before the ending – sometimes the pirates are ahead, sometimes not. It would make a great Errol Flynn movie. I’d never heard of this author before, but after reading this story he’s on my list of authors to look out for.

SINCE I have set myself the task of writing the story of Gyp, and the adventures ashore and at sea which involved me after her advent into my life, it behooves me to hark back to a golden afternoon in 1770 when I rode down a street in Baltimore and came upon her, a scrawny, disheveled girl of fifteen, with raven black locks and blazing black eyes, imprisoned in the stocks.

The times were rough, and the taunting shouts of the urchins and drunken louts about her were common enough sounds in those days. But even at a distance something about her aroused my sympathy and even my admiration. Her wrists and ankles were held fast in the stocks so that she sat, defenceless, facing her persecutors. But she was not cowed. Her sharply outlined chin was upflung; her slender body shook like a taut hawser; her swarthy, angular features were rigid with scorn; and she defied the mob with a vocabulary that fairly bristled with vitriolic idioms.

I noted other things, too. This dark girl, who might have been Spanish, or French, spoke with a Scotch accent. And, despite appearances, I was somehow convinced that here was no common scullion.

Hence I rode to the side of a bailiff who stood, grinning, nearby—little dreaming that my acquaintance with this girl, who attracted me so strangely, was ultimately to pitchfork me into a duel, and place me in peril among some of the bloodthirstiest men who ever put to sea.

‘‘Who is yon girl ?,” I asked the bailiff.

I was wearing the uniform of a major in the Royal American Dragoons that day, and he answered me respectfully enough.

“Why, Major MacClaren,” said he, “her name’s Jeanette Burns, but she’s so dark, like, they calls her Gyp, sir. She’s in the stocks for makin’ a wreck of Long Tom’s inn.”               .

“That slender girl?” I cried.

“Listen to her if you think she’s not capable of it,” he said, with a smile. Then he went on to tell me that she was the ward of one Captain Jordan, the commander of a great three-master called the Albemarle a semi-merchant, semi-naval auxiliary vessel, with a privateer’s commission.

87 · The Worm · J. D. Newsom · ss 

The Worm by J.D. Newsom
The Worm by J.D. Newsom

Billington, a new recruit to the Foreign Legion, is a fish out of water. He is bullied, belittled and treated miserably by his superiors and other soldiers. He gets the nickname “Worm” in his company for being passive and offering no resistance to any mistreatment. He has no friends. The Legion training toughens him physically, if not mentally, and he ends up fighting and knocking out a French Marine named Mousson in a bar. Billington ends up being friends with Mousson for a short while, until Mousson and Billington run into others from Billington’s company in the bar, who make fun of the “Worm”.

Mousson disowns him. Billington is filled with rage, and knocks down the Legionnaire who instigated Mousson. It takes a score of Marines to control Billington, and he’s finally subdued with a broken nose and hand. These injuries get Billington admitted to the hospital, and he misses the company’s march to capture Dahomey and oust Behanzin, the ruling king.  The other members of Billington’s company think he’s a coward who has found a way of avoiding combat. As they march towards the capital, Abomey, many of the Legionnaires die of disease and some in battle. Only a handful are left when  they reach Kana, less than 10 miles from Abomey. Kana is the last stop before the French conquer Abomey, and Behanzin uses most of his army to defend it.

Meanwhile, Billington has reached Kana, and gets captured by an Amazon warrior who takes him to Behanzin. Behanzin wants to use a white man as a military adviser, makes a “my money or your life” offer to him. Billington pretends to take the offer, and thinks about how he will have his revenge on all his tormentors  – Behanzin, the Amazon warrior, the Legion and Mousson and the Marines. 

A great story from Newsom, even if he misattributes the French invasion of Dahomey as a response to Behanzin’s brutality against white traders and his own citizens, rather than to French colonialism.  As usual, he uses character to drive the plot rather than action.

HOW or why Jim Billington came to join the Foreign Legion nobody ever knew. Nobody ever really cared to find out, because he didn’t fit in at all; he didn’t belong in that hard-shelled outfit.
At the tail end of a batch of recruits he marched through the gates of the Sidi-bel-Abbes barracks one morning, and was hailed with delight by the old soldiers who gathered about the “ Blues when they lined up before the regimental office. In less than a minute every man in the barrack square was roaring with laughter at Billington. He was so comical, such a freak, and so very much in earnest that even the iron-faced sergeant who was calling the role broke into a smile.

He stood at the end of the line, trying very hard to appear erect and soldierly, and there was absolutely nothing soldierly about him. He was short, narrow-shouldered, and as ugly as the proverbial duckling. The suit of clothes he wore was several sizes too large for him; only the tips of his fingers showed below the frayed cuffs of the sleeves, and the pants fell in folds over his worn and dusty shoes. A cracked celluloid collar climbed up about his large ears.

He had a thin, rather wistful face, a sensitive mouth and queer, frightened yet determined gray eyes, and an absurd snub nose. And on that face there was a shining, almost radiant light, which might have explained many things to the men who laughed at him if only they had been able to read the purpose behind his eyes.

Instead, they jeered and hooted, after the fashion of their kind, and Billington went beet-red from the point of his chin to the roots of his hair, but he looked straight to his front and squared his shoulders a little more.

“Hi! ‘Worm,’ when did you crawl_ in here?” one bright wit called out to him.

The name stuck. Thenceforth he was called the Worm—and treated accordingly. Other, stronger men, subjected to the same ordeal, might have given up the impossible struggle and deserted or blown out their brains. Billington, however, merely smiled that self-conscious, bashful smile of his and went his way, bruised in body and soul. There was a high purpose buoying him up, the kind of resolve that carries men over hard places and keeps them steadfast until the very last. Billington, the Worm, was an idealist…

110 · The Round-Up at Gila Chasm · Kenneth Perkins · ss illus. Frank Carolan O’Neill 

The Round-Up at Gila Chasm by Kenneth Perkins
The Round-Up at Gila Chasm by Kenneth Perkins

The first part of this story deals with a trial where two cowboys are on trial in the death of a rancher, shot down when he accused them of cheating at cards. The first trial of Jo Kemp results in an acquittal;  the trial is a formality because everyone knows his partner shot the rancher. A lady friend of both the cowboys, one they’re both in love with appeals to Jo to do what he can to save the other one, Rufe Pendle. Jo, the senior partner, gets Rufe out of trouble by confessing, and then says that he can’t be touched because to try him again for the same crime would be double jeopardy. The judge reluctantly agrees, the sheriff frees them and warns them to get out of town quickly before a lynch mob forms.

The two leave, and are pursued. That’s the good part of the story. Unfortunately, after this promising start it dissolves into sentimental syrup with Jo sacrificing himself for Rufe, who is gutless and brainless to boot, because Jo believes that the woman he loves is in love with Rufe.

FOR the following few hours Kemp felt the thrill of the gun duel give way to a period of deadly waiting, of thirst, of torture. The men who had crept in through the mouth of the gorge and were now hiding in the mes-quite made it imperative that Kemp stay on guard with a big boulder of granite as his shield. It was a boulder that radiated heat. The sun blazed down with an increasing ferocity. The whole gorge turned into an oven. Everything shimmered. Kemp’s flask gave out and he was left there to bake, his tongue parched, his eyes dazed, his wound throbbing mercilessly.

The sheer hopelessness of his situation without food or water, and weakened by a wound, did not make those long hours of waiting any too cheerful for Kemp. Rather, it led him into philosophizing. What was to happen if he killed off enough of those men? What if he escaped from the gorge into which he had come as a temporary refuge? He had no horse. He had shot two men, which meant that the posse would be all the more eager to capture him. Without a horse or provisions his chances of making the border were slim enough. And that last sacrifice he had made—sending his young partner to the Lazy H to win Tess Harmon—was enough to take the heart out of any man.

130 · A Close-Reefed Honor · James K. Waterman · nv 

A Close-Reefed Honor by James K. Waterman
A Close-Reefed Honor by James K. Waterman
Story is well-written, but the hero of the story is a slave trader trying to protect his human cargo from being confiscated by the American Navy which is trying to stop the trade, and simultaneously fighting another slave trader who tries to take advantage of this distraction by stealing his ship and cargo.

I couldn’t bring myself to like the hero. Apparently, readers did, though – this seems to be one in a series of stories that appeared in the magazine from 1924 to 1929.
149 · Black Hoods · H. C. Wire · nv 

Black Hoods by H. C. Wire
Black Hoods by H. C. Wire

Don’t read – the ending strains the reader’s credulity to the breaking point and beyond (Spoiler: The villain is the heroine’s illegitimate half-brother, this comes to light in the final chapter where he is about to kill her. Her mentally disturbed father takes the villain to be his father, based on a resemblance and chokes him nearly to death before he can harm the heroine.)  I wonder how the author thought it would work.
74 · The Bullet on the Hearth · Allan Vaughan Elston · ss 

The Bullet on the Hearth by Allan Vaughan Elston
The Bullet on the Hearth by Allan Vaughan Elston
Disappointing story that relies heavily on a suspension of disbelief from the reader. On hearing a shot in a room where only two people are present, the villain looks away because he’s been told that there could be a man outside waiting to take a shot at him, rather than toward the noise which comes from near the hero.

The fact articles are surprisingly good. Didn’t rate them because I didn’t want to spend time checking factual accuracy, but they are well-written.

71 · Today’s Frontiersman—The Ethnologist · Donald Cadzow · ed
80 · The Cattle Trade · Clarence E. Mulford · ar
105 · Calamity Jane · Francis W. Hilton · ts
128 · Just a Real Good Horse · Walter A. Sinclair · ar
143 · The American Indian: Tribes of California and Oregon · Alanson Skinner · cl
172 · The Trading Post · [Various] · ms