whew! but that was a long chapter! and, moreover, i feel that it was far too full of creepy things. i don’t want you to think that those boys had no fun, only i get so full of the hard side of things when i remember how little of the soft came my way at sea, that i commit the bad mistake of forgetting the joys of life. believe me, in spite of the seriousness of the situation on board the sealark, there were times in the evenings when the laughter of those boys and the fellows forrard was simply uproarious, partly because they were well fed and fully employed, but principally because of the four hawaiian seamen, who were, like most of their race, just bubbling over with happiness, simply because they were alive. it is perhaps a poor sense of humour that makes us laugh at mistakes in language, absurd perversions of speech, but it argues, i think, a beautiful mind, when those whom we laugh at, being full of intelligence, will take no offence, but improve the occasion, in order that more fun may result. already i am beginning to feel my space run short, but i really must quote one little snatch of conversation which frank held with oonee,[111] one of the hawaiians, giving it as near as possible verbatim.
frank. “you was once a cannibal, wasn’t you?”
oonee. “no, falankee, not me. my father, he eatee plenty mans.”
frank. “now look here, oonee, d’you mean to tell me that you’ve never had a steak off a man?”
oonee. “yes, falankee, i tell you taloo (true). but looka. my baluther, he go livee ’nother islan’. velly bad man there. i can’t forget (remember) what you call ’im. one time mishnally come. evelly body glad, because no fight longa time so no eata longa pig. kanaka call man longa pig when him bake. take the mishnally ’way velly quick, cut ’im neck, put ’im in kanaka oven all same pig. bimeby done, all hands come make feast. no knife, no follok, every man pull off bit. bit hat, bit coat, bit boot, too much plenty velly hard. bimeby one man he say, ‘mishnally no good ki ki, he makee eatee some nutting, no good belong spoil ’im. flow ’im ’way.’”
this oonee was a humorist of the first water, and very proud of his english-speaking abilities. a favourite yarn of his was how once being adrift in hobart town when on leave from a whaler, he stopped outside of a shop, and inquired of a strangely-attired gentleman who was standing there the way to his ship. the gentleman, who happened to be a full-length highlander, used as a tobacconist sign, made no response, and to quote oonee, “him no say nutting, no look me, no more. me touch ’im, feel all same wood, me[112] flightened ’im; lun ’way. i no savvy what thing man that belong.”
but i know young people are uneasy with dialect, and so i must discontinue giving oonee’s remarks, only adding that in ability and industry he was as prominent as he was in good-humour and wit. fortunately for everybody, i think, the hawaiian seamen were not anxious to terminate their engagement. they had in some mysterious way grown to like the ship and her crew (the old man they knew nothing about, of course, looking upon him much as a schoolboy looks upon x on his first introduction to algebra). all they wanted was to be allowed ashore each night after knock-off time; and this was readily granted them, on their promise to return in time for work in the morning, which promise was always faithfully kept.
but this preferential treatment was deeply resented by the rest of the foremast hands, who indeed had some right to feel aggrieved, not having had any liberty now for the best part of a year. when, however, they came aft and laid their grievances before the mate, he grimly referred them to the skipper, who was as difficult to see as a monarch. thoroughly frightened by the mate’s determined attitude, he had slept on board every night and confined his drinking principally to his own cabin, and although he entertained a good many keen-looking visitors, he was hardly ever seen on deck. therefore when the steward brought him word one sunday morning that the men wished to see him, he immediately fell into what is vulgarly[113] known as a blue funk. he could not consult with the mate, who he felt sure sent the men to him, and he felt as if he dared not meet the men, knowing very well what they wanted. at last screwing up his courage to the sticking-point, he ordered the steward to request mr. jenkins to step down and see him, and when the mate came to remain handy in case of accidents.
down came the mate, making an almost involuntary wry face as he passed into the acrid atmosphere of the skipper’s state-room from the pure air above.
“you sent for me, sir?” he said, and waited.
“ye-e-s, mr. jenkins,” stammered the skipper, “i want you to find out what the men want. i—i—i’m not well enough to come on deck just yet.”
“what they want, sir, and what i don’t see how they can be refused, is some liberty and money. may i remind you that they have been nearly eight months on board and have had no liberty yet?”
“well,” answered the skipper petulantly, “let ’em go, let ’em go, but i’ve got no money for ’em. what do they mean by coming worrying me for money on the sabbath? they ought to know better.”
the mate stood looking grimly down at the pitiful creature before him in silence for a few moments, and then said, “do you wish me to convey this to the men then, that they go on leave to-day, but you can give them no money, and it being sunday you can’t get any?”
“yes, yes, that’s it, that’s it, do ’em good. if i gave ’em money they’d only spend it in drink like[114] all the rest of the silly sailors. thank you, mr. jenkins, i think i’ll get a little rest now,” and much relieved he snoodled down under the blankets again. but had he seen and been able to appreciate the bitter scorn and hatred in the mate’s face as he turned away, i do not think he would have felt so comfortable.
on deck the mate found the crew awaiting him. without any preliminary he repeated the skipper’s message, looking straight at the men as he did so. and when they began to growl he said quietly, “now go forrard and do your growling, i’ve given you the skipper’s words. any complaints you have, make them to him when you meet him. in the meantime i am responsible for the discipline of the ship, and i’m going to maintain it.”
they, knowing him, took the hint and slouched forrard, muttering under their breath. but things were not as bad as they had feared, and the kanaka seamen who manned the boat to take them ashore behaved like the generous kindly souls they all are, and the result was that those ten men (hansen didn’t go, preferring to spend the day with his pupils) had as good a time, nay, better, than they would have enjoyed with their pockets full of money.
but frank and his chums dared not again ask mr. jenkins for leave, for the second mate had informed them privately that so deeply had the desertion of harry carter troubled the mate that he had declared that as far as he was personally concerned no permission should again be granted to the boys to go ashore until the ship returned to[115] england, which meant, of course, that they must get leave from the skipper himself, or not at all. so, as they felt unable to approach the skipper, their prospect of seeing anything of the shore except from the ship’s decks looked remarkably small.
however, like sensible lads they made the best of their position, and having taken to fishing under the guidance of oonee, they managed with that and swimming, and skylarking with the jolly natives who came on board, to pass the time very happily. more than that, their studies, which all three of them were now going in for with the greatest interest under the watchful care of hansen, absorbed a good deal of their time, and had such good results that i doubt if any youngsters of their sea time could have compared with them in their working knowledge of their profession.
meanwhile the armed neutrality which still existed between the skipper and his officers showed no signs of being improved into cordiality, and although the captain spent all his days ashore, he never again dared to remain on shore at night, being afraid of what the mate would do to carry out his threat. unfortunately the skipper’s drinking had been going on worse than ever, and stray reports occasionally reached the mate as to the way in which the old man had been rioting ashore, reports which he received with a shrug of the shoulders as who should say, “well, it doesn’t concern me.”
whether he would have taken any action on this account i do not know, but one morning when the ship was all but ready for sea, he received a visit[116] from the vice-consul, who, after introducing himself, told mr. jenkins that his errand was about the behaviour of the captain, which was causing quite a scandal ashore, in a place where they were not at all thin-skinned either.
the mate listened gravely, and then calling the second mate as a witness, gave the vice-consul a brief account of the happenings since the ship had left home. he wound up by saying that he was now perfectly comfortable and wished only that things might be left to take their course, for he could take care of himself.
“well, mr. jenkins,” said the vice-consul, “i happen to know that you are going on from here to ’frisco, and whether you have ever been to that grand city or not before, i warn you to keep your eyes peeled, for if captain swainson wants to do you an ill turn he has only got to put up the price. if i were you i wouldn’t go ashore at all there, and i would keep a bright look-out on board too. of course you’ll lose all your crew, the old man has been bragging about that, but you probably would anyhow. now i’ll go home and make a note of things. i expect i shall need it before very long. in the meantime i wish you the best of luck and a safe departure from ’frisco, the worst place for sailormen in the world. good-bye.”
as soon as he had gone the two officers held a colloquy, in which they decided that things were not going so bad, that nothing the vice-consul had said was surprising, and that even if he had a little axe of his own to grind they had given him no hand to use against them.
[117]their conference was interrupted by frank, who came down into the cabin and said, “the men are all aft and say they want to speak to you, sir; they seem perfectly civil and quiet. i think it’s about their liberty.”
“all right, frank, thank you, i’ll be up directly; go and tell them so.”
and with that the mate and second mate departed up the after-cabin companion, so that they might look down upon the men from the height of the poop. as soon as they had reached that vantage place they found all hands except the kanakas awaiting them. the mate said quietly, “now then, men, what is it you want of me?”
the foremost replied quite respectfully, “we only want to ask you, sir, if you know anything about our getting some money and a liberty day. we’re sorry to bother you, sir, but we can’t get to see the skipper, and so we had to come and ask you.”
“very well, men,” replied the mate, “you don’t want me to tell you that i’ve got nothing to do with your getting money or liberty; all i can say is that when the captain comes on board to-night, i’ll tell him about it, and you’ll see him in the morning before he goes ashore again.”
“thankye, sir,” they responded, and went back to work quite cheerfully, so great was the respect and confidence that they had for and in the man that once they were ready to kill. of course the boys, having heard all that had passed, held their consultation too, and determined that when the men had done with the captain they would have[118] a slap at him, as williams irreverently put it. but who could reverence such a man?
sure enough when the skipper came on board that night mr. jenkins awaited him and told him of the men’s request; but he was too far gone in liquor to attend to anything that night. in the morning, though, the mate waited on him before breakfast and told him that the men were waiting to see him about liberty and money. he would have burst into a torrent of oaths and threats, but he was in mortal terror of his chief officer, and after vainly trying to make excuses for not meeting the men, at last consented, and rising, came on deck.
they were waiting for him, and gave in their request civilly. he, foolish man, began to bluster, but the men feeling that they had right on their side and that they would not now have the officers to reckon with, met his threats with equally high words, saying that if he did not give them their due, they refused to do any more. at which he laughed, and, turning on his heel, gave mr. jenkins orders to hoist the police-flag. this was at once done, and the men retreated forward and began to pack their clothes, not caring for the consequences, after the manner of sailors.
then the mate, following the skipper as he returned to the cabin, said, “captain swainson, i want to remind you that i have not yet had a run ashore or any money from you, and whatever you choose to do in respect of the men does not concern me.”
the skipper stared at him for a moment, and[119] after struggling to keep down the words he longed to utter, suddenly gasped out, “oh, all right, mr. jenkins, i s’pose you’ll have to go; but i haven’t got any money, i’ll have to go ashore and get some. order my boat at once.”
the mate smiled, and replied, “all right, sir; but won’t you wait for the police-boat you’ve ordered?”
“oh no,” said the skipper, “you can see to that; send all the beggars ashore as mutineers. they refused to obey lawful commands, you know, and you got my orders to lock ’em up.”
“no, sir,” firmly replied the mate, “that’s your affair, not mine, and it’s for you to carry it out. i’ve nothing to do with it.”
this was too much for the skipper’s nerves, and he burst out, “i believe you’re as bad as they are, and i’ll make you pay dear for this——”
“now stop right there, captain,” coolly replied the mate, “before you say something you’ll be sorry for. you’re not drunk now, and you ought to know what you are talking about. anyhow, here comes the police-boat, and you’ll have to make up your mind what you are going to do.”
captain swainson was now, however, to find out that the time for his choice to be exercised had gone by: having started this ball rolling, he could not stop it. the police-boat arrived, and the officer in charge, a lathy, keen-looking american, swung himself on deck, casually adjusted his revolver-belt, and advanced to where the captain and mate stood, saying, “’morning, gentlemen, what’s the trouble?”
[120]“my men have refused duty, with a great deal of insulting language, and they are, i think, quite dangerous. but i’ll give ’em one more chance before i proceed to extremities with ’em. call ’em aft, mr. jenkins.”
“lay aft, all hands,” roared the mate instantly, and as the fellows had been awaiting the summons all ready to go ashore, they came at once, ranging themselves across the quarter-deck and looking up at the police-officer, skipper, and mate, who stood on the poop looking down upon them, while the policemen stood by the rail, regarding with grave faces this gang of supposed mutineers.
“now men,” quavered the skipper, “you see what you’ve done; here are the police ready to arrest you all and take you to chokey, for that’s what it means for every one of you if you don’t obey my lawful commands. but if you will behave yourselves and go quietly to your work, i’ll look over it this once.”
“thank you for nothin’, cap’n,” said the leader of the men, “but we think it’s us that ought to look over what you’ve done. we ain’t going to talk about that now, though; we want to see the consul, and then we’ll have our say. and we’ll see what he’s got to say to you.”
it was really pitiful to see the strait to which the skipper had brought himself by his behaviour. he dared not send those men to the consul with their tale, which would be corroborated he knew by his officers. and he could not grant their demands, for he had no money wherewith to do so. had his record been clean, of course the[121] men would have been compelled to obey him or go to gaol, but now by his own act he found himself disabled from taking advantage of the law that would otherwise have been in his favour. so he stood there disgraced and ashamed before all, and his miserably muddled brain rendered him unable to think out a plan. the silence was dramatic, and lasted so long that the police-officer lost his patience, and said in dry, incisive tones, “well, captain, what’s to be done? does the men’s bluff hold good? and what are you going to do, anyway; for i can’t be here doin’ nothin’?”
the wretched man, looking the very picture of pitiful irresolution, said at last, “i think i’d better come ashore with you, officer, and see what i can do; you might just try and scare ’em a bit, so’s to keep ’em quiet till i come back, you know.”
the officer looked at him for a moment as one boy looks at another, who, after bragging a lot, runs away as soon as he’s faced. then he went a step forward and said, “now then, men, the cap’n is going ashore to see if he can find some way out of this tangle without gaoling you. he says you’re a good lot of men, and he don’t want to punish you for a mistake. but you must keep quiet, and go about your work until he comes back, anyhow.”
there was a ripple of laughter from the men, and then their spokesman replied, “that’s all right about turning to and keeping quiet, but what about our liberty and money? are we going to get it or not?”
turning to the captain, the officer said, “shall[122] i tell ’em you’ll be back this afternoon with a definite yes or no? it’s no use bluffing any longer, you can’t keep it up, you know. and i don’t propose to stand here shilly-shallying any longer.”
“all right,” said the skipper, “tell them that if they’ll turn to and keep quiet, i’ll be back this afternoon and let ’em know definitely.”
upon the officer conveying this to the men, they sulkily muttered “all right,” and retreated to their den to get off their shore rigs, while the skipper went below to get ready for the shore.
then the officer, approaching the mate, began cheerfully, “well, mr. mate, there doesn’t seem much danger after all, does there?”
the mate was almost too disgusted to reply, but managed to say, “no, officer, and there never has been except for folly. but i can’t talk about it, if you’ll excuse me. i hope, however, that you don’t think that either mr. cope here or myself has had anything to do with this miserable business. we can handle this crowd all right, but—” and he stopped dead.
“yes, i guess that’s so, and there’s no explanation necessary. where are you bound from here; ’frisco, i s’pose?”
“i really don’t know for certain,” replied the mate, “but i should think so.”
“ah well,” drawled the officer, “you’ll have no more trouble with the crowd if you’re going there. you can’t keep ’em whether you want or not. it’s a bad place, is the city of san francisco, for the guileless sailorman. he doesn’t get any show at all. well, so-long; here’s the old man comin’.”
[123]captain swainson was about to leave the ship without saying a word to the mate, when the latter, stepping up to him, said, “before you go, sir, i’d like you to arrange for my leave and some money. you do not remember, perhaps, that i have been in the ship the best part of a year, and have had neither holiday nor money.”
oh, but it was an awful face the old man turned to him. but he only said, “very well, mr. jenkins, i’ll attend to it.” and went, a figure of fun to all hands, more despised than detested.
there was no more trouble, but of course there was very little done. in fact there was little routine work to do, for the ship had been kept thoroughly overhauled, and was now quite ready for sea. to have started other and regular work now would have been foolish, especially in view of the uncertainty. and so the day passed quietly away until the skipper returned at three o’clock, when everything tightened up once more in expectation of events. he went straight to his cabin and remained there, until the men, coming aft in a body, politely asked mr. jenkins if they could see the skipper. and then he was bound to come forward and tell them that he had arranged to give them a month’s pay each on account of their wages, and that one watch could go next morning and the other the morning after. he did not tell them, of course, the terrible price he had been obliged to pay in order to get this money, for that would have involved too many explanations as to the way in which he had wasted his owners’ money in riotous living both in levuka and here. but he[124] had evidently obtained sufficient for everybody, for when the officers applied to him they each received what they asked for, and even the lads got a little, as much as they could have expected.
thus peace was preserved for the time, and with the exception of a little drunkenness among the crew, which was only to be expected under the circumstances, nothing occurred to hinder the departure of the ship four days afterwards for san francisco. none of the lads had been allowed ashore, and they felt very sore about it, but knowing whither they were bound, they hoped to have what johnson called a good fling when they got there.
for the first time, i am sorry to say frank began to feel a bit tired of his position. it was one of those little eddies of reaction that occur in the lives of every one of us, and often coinciding with some other trouble, lets us in for some foolish headstrong action of which we repent for the rest of our lives. fortunately for him, beyond being slack in his work and getting reprimanded by the mate several times, he did not do anything very bad, and help came to him in a curious way.
when a week out from honolulu, and about half-way to the golden gate, a sudden and very violent gale sprang up almost without warning. it found them all more or less unprepared for it, because they had been so long enjoying the loveliest weather imaginable that they had forgotten the very existence of such things as gales of wind. however, the good seamanship and energy of the mate and second mate, coupled with the really[125] noble way in which the ship’s company worked, prevented any serious damage to the ship herself, although, being in ballast, she was so light that the handling and securing of her sails was a tremendous task, occupying all hands all night; especially as she was very short-handed, the kanakas having left in honolulu, and no other men being available. as usual the skipper took no part in the affair, being ill in his bunk, as he said, although it was exceedingly curious how he revived from these mysterious illnesses as soon as the vessel got into port.
a week after the gale the sealark sailed grandly into the beautiful bay of san francisco and anchored, and now frank’s love of adventure got a delightful morsel to feed upon, although it was one of those abominable acts that disgrace any country and yet is only possible in one, the country making the loudest boast of freedom of all. the sails were hardly secured when a boat came alongside with a gang of as truculent-looking villains in her as any one ever saw. two out of the six of them mounted the rail, and, stepping on deck, were met by the mate, who inquired their business.
“wall,” drawled the leader, “i guess my business ain’t with you n’r any other lime-juicer mate, an’ if you’ve got any savvy you’ll just run away an’ play an’ not try an’ fool around where men are.”
he had hardly uttered the words when mr. jenkins struck him full in the face with his clenched fist, and down he went like a log. his[126] comrade whipped out a revolver, and shot the mate through the body. he fell as the other villain rose, and with a horrible oath gave the mate’s body a tremendous kick.
the three boys and the second mate ran to the assistance of their officer, and were not molested or hindered by the ruffians who swaggered forrard among the men. meanwhile the wounded mate was laid in his bunk, and the skipper called, who only said, “dear me, what a man to get into trouble. i’ll go ashore and send a doctor off. i hope he isn’t seriously hurt.”
“any help, to be of service, sir,” answered the second mate, “must be very soon here, for mr. jenkins is wounded in a very bad place, just at the pit of the stomach, and i’m afraid he’ll die if he doesn’t get help soon.”
“ah, very sad, indeed, very sad,” replied the skipper; “i’ll send some one off to him,” and he sauntered back to his cabin, leaving the second mate foaming with rage, but determined that his friend shouldn’t die if care and attention could keep him alive. and with the help of frank he stripped the wounded man and succeeded in staunching the blood, also in making him as comfortable as possible.
the visitors having no other interference to look for, rounded up the crew like a flock of sheep, all except hansen, who hid away, and did not venture into the forecastle. first of all they told the old tale about high wages, plenty of ships, &c., but when the crew evinced no disposition to come at their call, they grew suddenly fierce. long domination[127] over helpless seamen and immunity from justice for their many crimes, at the hands of venal judges, had made them also very bold.
so they changed their tone, and the chief, producing a jug of whisky with one hand, and a heavy revolver with the other, said, “now, boys, it’s like this. you don’t know what’s good for ye; i do. and i’m bound to give it yer, if i have to bore a few holes in ye to make ye take it. get that dunnage of yours rolled up and put it in the boat an’ come ashore into god’s own country where there’s thirty dollars a month waitin’ for ye, an’ two months’ advance. and all the whisky, cigars, and best grub in the world for nothin’ until ye get a ship. i’m in the fy-lanthropy business for keeps, i am. but if ye won’t have kindness shown ye, ye’ve got to suffer, no question ’bout that.”
his little harangue, coupled with the look of the pistol and the bottle, had an immediate effect. the bottle, or jug, as they called it, was passed round, and almost directly you would have thought they were all going ashore to a picnic, they seemed so uproariously gay. and yet they thought piteously of the seven months’ hard-earned money they were leaving behind. but they dared not bemoan themselves, and in a very short time had all been cleared out of the ship by as absolute an act of piracy and man-stealing as ever disgraced humanity. we may as well finish with them at once; in forty-eight hours the whole of them had been shipped away, with two months’ pay in advance in the hands of the scoundrels who had stolen them, and a substantial[128] sum had been paid in “blood money” for each of them to boot.
so precipitate had been their departure that the skipper had not gone until they reached the shore. true, he had been very deliberate, for he was enjoying the little episode in which his mate had been such a sufferer. it was, he felt, judgment on that impetuous officer for his ill-behaviour to him, the captain, on certain occasions, and he felt quite pleased about it. then he went ashore, and from the time he landed all trace of him is lost. sudden, you say! yes, but not at all uncommon there, i can assure you. whether he was shanghaied, stolen, and shipped away like his poor men, and died on the passage, or was just robbed and murdered with as little compunction as these trivial happenings are achieved in san francisco, the great metropolis of the west, as it is called, no one ever knew. at any rate he disappeared just as easily as that, and never was heard of again.
but so far from this sudden bereavement of the ship being any drawback to her prosperity or the comfort of those on board, it was felt as a positive relief by everybody. an exception must be made in the case of the poor mate, who lay in agony throughout that long night awaiting the help that did not come, and when the morning dawned was in a high fever. so evil was his condition that the second mate, unable to wait any longer, hoisted the signal for a doctor, which was promptly answered by an american man-o’-war at anchor near. her surgeon, upon arriving within twenty minutes of the hoisting of the signal, and seeing the wounded[129] man, looked very grave, and sternly asked why assistance had not been summoned before. matters were explained to him as he worked, and he understood; but so low was mr. jenkins after the extraction of the bullet that the surgeon said his recovery depended entirely upon the strength of his constitution and careful nursing. then after a pleasant chat with mr. cope and the lads, who were as anxious as the second mate about a man whom they had grown to admire exceedingly, if not to love, he took his leave, promising to return at any time he might be needed.
when all that could be had been done mr. cope turned the three lads, hansen, and the cook, to washing decks, for idleness on board ship is fatal; but while they were in the midst of the work the agent boarded the ship in a towering rage because she had not been reported direct to him, entered inwards, or anything indeed done that is necessary when a ship enters a civilised port. it took some time to explain matters to him, and the explanation did not make him less angry, only transferred his rage to the missing skipper who had of course taken the ship’s papers with him. after a brief visit to the suffering mate, who was now easier and in his right senses, the agent departed, promising that he would send a medical man for regular attendance upon the wounded officer, and also add such comforts as might be necessary.
and the little crowd resumed work in peace, being unmolested from within as well as without—word having gone round among the crimps, of course, that the sealark’s crew had been dealt with.[130] later in the day the agent returned, saying that no trace of the skipper had been found from the time of his landing, but that the police were making inquiries. meanwhile no business could be transacted owing to the absence of the ship’s papers and the illness of the mate. the owners had been cabled to, and had replied that the mate was to be confirmed in charge if he recovered and the skipper were not found. this news being told to the mate, caused the first gleam of pleasure to appear on his grave, worn face that had been seen there almost since the ship left england. no doubt he felt that he was about to receive his reward.
and now set in a weary time for the boys, all three of whom were a bit stale and wanted a change, yet were not allowed to go ashore by the second mate, in case of accidents. they went about their work in grudging fashion, quite unlike the brisk way they had been behaving, and worse still, neglected their learning from hansen; they would only listen to yarns, or lie about and smoke, and wish for impossible things. frank put in a good deal of time writing home a very long account of the proceedings on the voyage, and incidentally gave vent to his feelings about his letters having been kept from him. he little knew how many of those loving missives had gone astray. and then his heart was suddenly cheered by receiving a cablegram from home telling him they had seen the news of his arrival in the journal of commerce, and the other news as well, and that their letters were on the way to him. this acted as a brisk[131] tonic upon the flagging energies of the lad, and he again addressed himself to his work, bucking up his friend too. so valuable is a message from home to a heart that is sound. and this opened the new and better era of life on board the sealark for all concerned.
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the 100 companies employ 2,600 staff – a tiny fraction of the uk’s working population – but the 4 day week campaign group is hoping they will be the vanguard of a major shift.
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thousands of employees to be moved permanently to four days in policy described as ‘transformative’a hundred uk companies have signed up for a permanent four-day working week for all their employees with no loss of pay, a milestone in the campaign to fundamentally change britain’s approach to work.the 100 companies employ 2,600 staff – a tiny fraction of the uk’s working population – but the 4 day week campaign group is hoping they will be the vanguard of a major shift. continue reading…
