"For the
greater convenience of rum-runners and Newfoundland fishermen - they've got
Prohibition even in their foggy clammy island, poor devils! - there happens...
to be two bits of rock off the south coast of Newfoundland that still belong to
the sensible and thirsty Républque Française... an oasis in an arid land."
(Chapter 5, p.55)
Anyway:
"The Americans didn't despise law-breakers; the only thing they really
despised was poverty. And rum-running was by now almost a respectable industry
in the States." (Chapter 14,
pp.128-9)
On
board ship their fellow passengers "cursed Prohibition. It was leading the
youth of the country astray... It was killing the young men and corrupting the
young women." (Chapter 17, p.148)
The next
morning they were swishing through slob ice, with an occasional bump and
grinding into the harder hummocks. Late in the afternoon they came up to the
narrows of St. John's harbour. Huge cliffs towered above the narrow channel,
bare grey rock plastered white in every cranny with snow, formidably wild and
desolate-looking. Wooden huts and scaffoldings of fishermen [boats] perched on
shelves of rock just above the water. A grim land it looked. Passing through
the narrows, they entered a calm, land-locked harbour, full of drifting ice and
little anchored schooners, Christmas-toy-like in their frosted shrouds and the
long icicles pendent from bow and stern and gunwales.
... A small fleet of sleighs awaited the
landing of the passengers... A grim country. A devil of a climate. (Chapter 17,
p.148-149)
These
first impressions are expanded into a more elaborate description of the place
(with a small sting in the tail): "A rover of the sea turned merchant...
St John's achieves, too, the metropolitan air... shares in the councils of the
nations. She has a parliament all of her own... active mentally, and that's the
great thing... It loves to take the stranger in, in one way or the other."
(Chapter 18, p.150)
The
next objective was to be Saint-Pierre-et-Miquelon, travelling to which was possible but
advised against by locals at this time of year, the advice being heeded by only
one of the three: "Jimmy, listening to the proposed itinerary, ruled
himself out of it. He wouldn't, deliberately and of his own free will, shove
himself into such horrible discomforts. But Tommy and Jock were still of the
mind to go through with it." (p.151)
Tommy
and Jock decide to kit themselves out, gradually, in seamen's clothing –
Then, on
pretence at first of touring the outports, they crept down the coast, from one
fishing hamlet to the next... until at last, from long rubber thighboots to
mackinaw and ear-flapped cap, there was naught to distinguish them outwardly
from the most native of natives. The local accent, a peculiar blend of
West-Country English with the Irish brogue, presented much more difficulty to
Jock... Jock, they decided, would have to pass as a Cape Breton Gaelic-speaking
Scotsman, in whom any variety of English, from the purest to the most broken,
gives no surprise to anybody - or at least so they had gathered from their boon
companions in St. John's.
From
Placentia... they drifted down... Everywhere they landed they found houses that
would take in the weary traveller for a dollar or two... (p.154)
After
an enforced wait that turns out to be "comfortable and jolly" in
Grand-Bank, Fortune Bay, "there came a morning at last, even in a
Newfoundland February, when the raging seas simmered down into a sullen heave
of swell."
They landed on
rocks at an unfrequented part of the island...
Saint-Pierre
was quiet.. The transatlantic headquarters of the French cod-fishing fleet, its
busy time was over for a year, except for the occasional visit of a big French
trawler and its surreptitious activities in the rum-running trade...
The
cod-fishing business was not what it had been. Newfoundland long ago had done
its direst to kill that trade by prohibiting the sale of Newfoundland bait to
the French, and in any case the business of fishing was getting more and more
into the hands of big steam-trawling companies... (p.157)
While
this adventure proceeds:
Jimmy put in
the three weeks' waiting at St. John's pleasantly enough. He skated on the
ice-rinks; he practised snow-shoeing until he quite fancied himself as an
expert; he played poker and bridge; avoided women... As soon as it was certain
that Jock and Tommy had made the passage, Jimmy packed up and took sleigh for
the railway station.
The
journey turns out to be something of an epic one. "The
train lurched and bumped... in a manner disconcerting to the novice",
eliciting the reassurance that [JF does the voice]
"This ain't the season
yit foh upsets. Next month now, yoh go to sleep mebbe in a lowah berth and
waken up in a uppah berth with the train turned right upside down" - in which case the procedure would be to
climb out by the windows, with "drifts of snow fawty feet deep
sometimes" at the "tops'ils". Asked "How do you like it up
here?" the attendant replies that there are drawbacks and 'vantages:
"We coloured gemmen have fah moah considuation up heah, sah. But dis consumption
play the devil with coloured folks up heah, sah." (p.181-182)
The
same attendant breaks the news to him when they get snowed in, and the
conductor confirms that nothing can be done until the storm blows itself out
and the "rotary" clears a way for them, which might take weeks. There
are very few passengers in the sleeper - "Only the strongest urgency could
persuade anyone to do the cross-country voyage at this time of year" - and
after three days of being cooped up with them Jimmy, "ready for anything,
no matter how desperate, that would break the monotony", decides to set
out walking. Grand Falls he reckons is only about 80 miles away; some houses
are scattered along the route; he expects to find "lots of English people
there, employees of Northcliffe's paper mills". Although he goes equipped with snow-shoes and
green-tinted spectacles bought from a fellow passenger, his initial optimism as
he begins "to follow the line of railway telegraph posts over the deep and
pathless snow" is seriously misplaced.
On
the point of collapse, he is rescued by a
gaunt elderly woman and then tended by her two young attractive daughters, in
whom he observes "that peculiarly well-bred manner, direct and fearless,
treating all as equals and none as superiors, of those brought up in the
complete independence of the wilds". However (half way to Grand Falls after ten days):
The happy
interlude was brief, as usual. One morning smoke was seen down the line; then
came the rotary, throwing up cascades of snow before it.. [The train] did not
come along until the next day. With the usual obligingness of Newfoundland
trains it stopped for Jimmy's excited wavings and took him aboard. (p.204)
The
remainder of the journey is more pleasant -
Without much
apparent thaw the snow had long since begun mysteriously to disappear... The
first taste of spring comes sudden and sweet in the countries of the long long
snows…
The barren
monotony of the interior changed as they came to the West Coast to high hills
and woodlands. The River Humber roared through its steep and matted gorge down
to Bay of Islands, still fast and serene under six feet of ice. It was a
strange sight to Jimmy to see horses and heavily laden sleighs creeping over
the frozen sea.
The
country had a further test of endurance in reserve -
"... when
they arrived at Port-aux-Basques, the terminus of the railway and the port of
transhipment for Canada. The s.s. Kyle had already been waiting there
two days, already full of passengers who had come with her direct by sea from
St. John's; the gulf was full of heavy ice, now packed close and tight to the
land by the in-wind that had been blowing... The usually spick-and-span
mail-boat had been putting up a losing fight against overcrowding and delay...
(p.206)
"Another
day of dank, smelly, tedious misery... then Jimmy woke up to woke up to the
throbbing of engines and the swish and grind of a ship forcing her way through
ice...
Up on deck the
air was dancing, the ice-fields glittering in the strong sunlight.
Finally -
Here was the
land again, praise be! and freedom from the mob. A drink!.. He had been looking
forward to it ever since he smelt that ship. Now without preparation or
softening the blow was dealt to him. Nova Scotia was dry. The country of all
countries that needed a drink to was down its miserable dullness was dry!
The Syrian,
who had been a fellow-passenger... now proved a friend in need. Nova Scotia was
dry all right; but you could get all you wanted just the same; the only real
difference was that you now had to pay through the nose for it.
... In
defiance of all law, Jimmy was a bit flushed and smiling when he joined the
train at North Sydney that evening. (p.209)
Jimmy's
farewell to Canada is not final. After the four friends are reunited and share
some further adventures and difficulties, they each end up (spoiler alert) with
a substantial sum of money, and the partnership is dissolved. Jimmy,'with whom
the narrative has opened, also occupies the closing chapter, in which after
much soul-searching and existential agonising, he diagnoses the root cause of
his troubled state as "nothing but that most common of ailments, the
mating fever".
He
had been unhappy... ever since he had left that lonely spot in the wilds... His
mind went back to that scene, visioned the snow and the lake and the little fir
tree.. Suddenly young Susie's face flashed up and filled his mind...
Having been characterised as English (distancing him from Joe) and therefore prone to snobbery, he has to account for his choice of this young woman from the wilds (while remaining apparently unfazed at the prospect of an intermittently homicidal axe-wielding mother-in-law). A
momentary misgiving is set aside - "Susie was not a young savage; she was
a native princess in her own right... glorious and free." (pp.271-273)
Recollecting
- her mother had said there was "no
keeping young girls at home nowadays"
- that "she had been thinking of going away, of leaving home; a
lamb going out innocently unafraid into the jungle" (pp.275-276) he loses
no more time in organising his return, "a different man", to a
different experience:
The
s.s.Kyle, now neat and clean enough. Port-aux-Basques, raining as usual,
but this time warm muggy rain. The casual leisurely crawl of the Newfoundland
train... the homely genial atmosphere that more than made up for all
discomforts... No such thing as time in Newfoundland: nothing for it but to
wait, as tranquilly as everybody else. (pp.277-278)
The
train may be slow, but the story now skips briskly onwards to the required happy
ending.
(A more
thorough and critical review of the novel appears later on this blog.)
J.S.Flett,
Bid for Fortune. Moray Press, Edinburgh & London, 1934
The
adventures of four young men. Price 7/6 [Seven shillings and sixpence = 37.5p.
Second-hand copies have been available on-line at different highish prices, e.g. at £35 about 12 years ago,
£399 (80 years after publication), £50 without jacket (currently).]
