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CHAPTER I
WHERE THE SLUSH LAMP BURNS
Mr Button was seated on a sea-chest with a fiddle under his left ear. He was playing the "Shan van vaught," and accompanying the tune, punctuating it, with blows of his left heel on the fo'cs'le deck.
"O the Frinch are in the bay, Says the Shan van vaught."
He was dressed in dungaree trousers, a striped shirt, and a jacket baize—green in parts from the influence of sun and salt. A typical old shell-back, round-shouldered, hooked of finger; a figure with strong hints of a crab about it.
His face was like a moon, seen red through tropical
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CHAPTER I

WHERE THE SLUSH LAMP BURNS

Mr Button was seated on a sea-chest with a fiddle under his left ear. He was playing the "Shan van vaught," and accompanying the tune, punctuating it, with blows of his left heel on the fo'cs'le deck.

"O the Frinch are in the bay,
Says the Shan van vaught."

He was dressed in dungaree trousers, a striped shirt, and a jacket baize—green in parts from the influence of sun and salt. A typical old shell-back, round-shouldered, hooked of finger; a figure with strong hints of a crab about it.

His face was like a moon, seen red through tropical mists; and as he played it wore an expression of strained attention as though the fiddle were telling him tales much more marvellous than the old bald statement about Bantry Bay.

"Left-handed Pat," was his fo'cs'le name; not because he was left-handed, but simply because everything he did he did wrong—or nearly so. Reefing or furling, or handling a slush tub—if a mistake was to be made, he made it.

He was a Celt, and all the salt seas that had flowed between him and Connaught these forty years and more had not washed the Celtic element from his blood, nor the belief in fairies from his soul. The Celtic nature is a fast dye, and Mr Button's nature was such that though he had been shanghaied by Larry Marr in 'Frisco, though he had got drunk in most ports of the world, though he had sailed with Yankee captains and been man-handled by Yankee mates, he still carried his fairies about with him—they, and a very large stock of original innocence.
Autorenporträt
Irish author H. de Vere Stacpoole lived from 9 April 1863 to 12 April 1951. The Blue Lagoon, a romance book published in 1908, is his best-known work and has been made into a number of motion pictures. He was the final son of the Reverend William Church Stacpoole, a theologian and the headmaster of Kingstown School, and Charlotte Augusta. He was born on April 9, 1863, in Kingstown, now known as Dun Laoghaire, in Taney, close to Dublin. He had three older sisters, the oldest of them, Florence Stacpoole, who was a health and medicine author. Henry credited his mother, who was of Irish descent but had grown up in the wildest and most forested areas of Canada up to the age of twelve before deciding to become a widow and move back to Ireland, with having a significant influence on his love of nature, which had defined his entire life. When Reverend William passed away too soon in 1870, the mother was left to raise her four kids by herself. The family relocated for an extended period to Nice in the south of France in the winter of 1871 due to lung issues that were incorrectly diagnosed.