Not much to say about this sketch from one of my A5 books. It was a little coaster off the coast of Norway butting through the increasing seas approaching a whole gale. I imagine it got pretty uncomfortable. It reminded me of the poem cargoes by John Masefield part of which goes like this:
Dirty British Coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack |
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days, |
With a cargo of Tyne coal, |
Road-rail, pig-lead, |
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays. |
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