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OUT there in the cold water, far from land, we waited every night for the coming
of the fog, and it came, and we oiled the brass machinery and lit the fog light
up in the stone tower. Feeling like two birds in the grey sky, McDunn and I sent
the light touching out, red, then white, then red again, to eye the lonely
ships. And if they did not see our light, then there was always our Voice, the
great deep cry of our Fog Horn shuddering through the rags of mist to startle
the gulls away like decks of scattered cards and make the waves turn high and
foam.
"It's a lonely life, but you're used to it now, aren't you?" asked McDunn.
"Yes," I said. "You're a good talker, thank the Lord."
"Well, it's your turn on land tomorrow," he said, smiling, "to dance the ladies
and drink gin."
"What do you think McDunn, when I leave you out here alone?"
"On the mysteries of the sea." McDunn lit his pipe. It was a quarter past seven
of a cold November evening, the heat on, the light switching its tail in two
hundred directions, the Fog Horn bumbling in the high throat of the tower. There
wasn't a town for a hundred miles down the coast, just a road, which came lonely
through dead country to the sea, with few cars on it, a stretch of two miles of
cold water out to our rock, and rare few ships.
"The mysteries of the sea," said McDunn thoughtfully. "You know, the oceanТs the
biggest damned snowflake ever? It rolls and swells a thousand shapes and
colours, no two alike. Strange. One night, years ago, I was here alone, when all
of the fish of the sea surfaced out there. Something made them swim in and lie
in the bay, sort of trembling and staring up at the tower light going red,
white, red, white across them so I could see their funny eyes. I turned cold.
They were like a big peacock's tail, moving out there until midnight. Then,
without so much as a sound, they slipped away, the million of them was gone. I
kind of think maybe, in some sort of way, they came all those miles to worship.
Strange. But think how the tower must look to them, standing seventy feet above
the water, the God-light flashing out from it, and the tower declaring itself
with a monster voice. They never came back, those fish, but don't you think for
a while they thought they were in the Presence?"
I shivered. I looked out at the long grey lawn of the sea stretching away into
nothing and nowhere.
"Oh, the sea's full." McDunn puffed his pipe nervously, blinking. He had been
nervous all day and hadn't said why. "For all our engines and so called
submarines, it'll be ten thousand centuries before we set foot on the real
bottom of the sunken lands, in the fairy kingdoms there, and know real terror.
Think of it, it's still the year 300,000 Before Christ down under there. While
we've paraded around with trumpets, lopping off each other's countries and
heads, they have been living beneath the sea twelve miles deep and cold in a
time as old as the beard of a comet."
"Yes, it's an old world."
"Come on. I got something special I been saving up to tell you."