First performed by the Provincetown Players at the Playwrights'
Theatre, December 28, 1917.
CAPTAIN (of 'The Bars' Life-Saving Station)
BRADFORD (a Life-Saver)
TONY (a Portuguese Life-Saver)
MRS PATRICK (who lives in the abandoned Station)
ALLIE MAYO (who works for her)
SCENE: A room in a house which was once a
life-saving station. Since ceasing to be that it has taken on no
other character, except that of a place which no one cares either
to preserve or change. It is painted the life-saving grey, but has
not the life-saving freshness. This is one end of what was the big
boat room, and at the ceiling is seen a part of the frame work from
which the boat once swung. About two thirds of the back wall is
open, because of the big sliding door, of the type of barn door,
and through this open door are seen the sand dunes, and beyond them
the woods. At one point the line where woods and dunes meet stands
out clearly and there are indicated the rude things, vines, bushes,
which form the outer uneven rim of the woods—the only things
that grow in the sand. At another point a sand-hill is menacing the
woods. This old life-saving station is at a point where the sea
curves, so through the open door the sea also is seen. (The station
is located on the outside shore of Cape Cod, at the point, near the
tip of the Cape, where it makes that final curve which forms the
Provincetown Harbor.) The dunes are hills and strange forms of sand
on which, in places, grows the stiff beach grass—struggle;
dogged growing against odds. At right of the big sliding door is a
drift of sand and the top of buried beach grass is seen on this.
There is a door left, and at right of big sliding door is a
slanting wall. Door in this is ajar at rise of curtain, and through
this door BRADFORD and TONY, life-savers, are seen
bending over a man's body, attempting to restore respiration. The
captain of the life-savers comes into view outside the big open
door, at left; he appears to have been hurrying, peers in, sees the
men, goes quickly to them.
CAPTAIN: I'll take this now, boys.
BRADFORD: No need for anybody to take it, Capt'n. He was dead
when we picked him up.
CAPTAIN: Dannie Sears was dead when we picked him up. But we
brought him back. I'll go on awhile.
(The two men who have been bending over the body
rise, stretch to relax, and come into the room.)
BRADFORD: (pushing back his arms and putting his hands on his
chest) Work,—tryin to put life in the dead.
CAPTAIN: Where'd you find him, Joe?
BRADFORD: In front of this house. Not forty feet out.
CAPTAIN: What'd you bring him up here for?
(He speaks in an abstracted way, as if the
working part of his mind is on something else, and in the muffled
voice of one bending over.)
BRADFORD: (with a sheepish little laugh) Force of habit,
I guess. We brought so many of 'em back up here, (looks around
the room) And then it was kind of unfriendly down where he
was—the wind spittin' the sea onto you till he'd have no way
of knowin' he was ashore.
TONY: Lucky I was not sooner or later as I walk by from my
BRADFORD: You have accommodating ways, Tony. No sooner or later.
I wouldn't say it of many Portagees. But the sea (calling it in
to the CAPTAIN) is friendly as a kitten alongside the women
that live here. Allie Mayo—they're both
crazy—had that door open (moving his head toward the big
sliding door) sweepin' out, and when we come along she backs
off and stands lookin' at us, lookin'—Lord, I just
wanted to get him somewhere else. So I kicked this door open with
my foot (jerking his hand toward the room where the CAPTAIN
is seen bending over the man) and got him away. (under
his voice) If he did have any notion of comin' back to life, he
wouldn't a come if he'd seen her. (more genially) I
CAPTAIN: You know who he is, Joe?
BRADFORD: I never saw him before.
CAPTAIN: Mitchell telephoned from High Head that a dory came
BRADFORD: Last night wasn't the best night for a dory.
(to TONY, boastfully) Not that I couldn't 'a' stayed
in one. Some men can stay in a dory and some can't. (going to
the inner door) That boy's dead, Capt'n.
CAPTAIN: Then I'm not doing him any harm.
BRADFORD: (going over and shaking the frame where the boat
once swung) This the first time you ever been in this place,
ain't it, Tony?
TONY: I never was here before.
BRADFORD: Well, I was here before. (a laugh) And
the old man—(nodding toward the CAPTAIN) he lived here
for twenty-seven years. Lord, the things that happened here.
There've been dead ones carried through that door.
(pointing to the outside door) Lord—the ones
I've carried. I carried in Bill Collins, and Lou Harvey
and—huh! 'sall over now. You ain't seen no wrecks.
Don't ever think you have. I was here the night the Jennie Snow was
out there. (pointing to the sea) There was a wreck.
We got the boat that stood here (again shaking the frame)
down that bank. (goes to the door and looks out) Lord, how'd
we ever do it? The sand has put his place on the blink all right.
And then when it gets too God-for-saken for a life-savin' station,
a lady takes it for a summer residence—and then spends the
winter. She's a cheerful one.
TONY: A woman—she makes things pretty. This not like a
place where a woman live. On the floor there is nothing—on
the wall there is nothing. Things—(trying to express it
with his hands) do not hang on other things.
BRADFORD: (imitating TONY's gesture)
No—things do not hang on other things. In my opinion the
woman's crazy—sittin' over there on the sand—(a
gesture towards the dunes) what's she lookin' at? There
ain't nothin' to see. And I know the woman that works for
her's crazy—Allie Mayo. She's a Provincetown girl. She was
all right once, but—
(MRS PATRICK comes in from the hall at the right.
She is a 'city woman', a sophisticated person who has been caught
into something as unlike the old life as the dunes are unlike a
meadow. At the moment she is excited and angry.)
MRS PATRICK: You have no right here. This isn't the life-saving
station any more. Just because it used to be—I don't see why
you should think—This is my house! And—I want my house
CAPTAIN: (putting his head through the door. One arm of the
man he is working with is raised, and the hand reaches through the
doorway) Well I must say, lady, I would think that any house
could be a life-saving station when the sea had sent a man to
MRS PATRICK: (who has turned away so she cannot see the
hand) I don't want him here! I—(defiant, yet
choking) I must have my house to myself!
CAPTAIN: You'll get your house to yourself when I've made up my
mind there's no more life in this man. A good many lives have been
saved in this house, Mrs Patrick—I believe that's your
name—and if there's any chance of bringing one more back from
the dead, the fact that you own the house ain't goin' to make a
damn bit of difference to me!
MRS PATRICK: (in a thin wild way) I must have my house to
CAPTAIN: Hell with such a woman!
(Moves the man he is working with and slams the
door shut. As the CAPTAIN says, 'And if there's any chance
of bringing one more back from the dead', ALLIE MAYO has
appeared outside the wide door which gives on to the dunes, a bleak
woman, who at first seems little more than a part of the sand
before which she stands. But as she listens to this conflict one
suspects in her that peculiar intensity of twisted things which
grow in unfavoring places.)
MRS PATRICK: I—I don't want them here! I must—
(But suddenly she retreats, and is gone.)
BRADFORD: Well, I couldn't say, Allie Mayo, that you work for
any too kind-hearted a lady. What's the matter with the woman? Does
she want folks to die? Appears to break her all up to see somebody
trying to save a life. What d'you work for such a fish for? A crazy
fish—that's what I call the woman. I've seen her—day
after day—settin' over there where the dunes meet the woods,
just sittin' there, lookin'. (suddenly thinking of it) I
believe she likes to see the sand slippin' down on the
woods. Pleases her to see somethin' gettin' buried, I guess.
(ALLIE MAYO, who has stepped inside the door and
moved half across the room, toward the corridor at the right, is
arrested by this last—stands a moment as if seeing through
something, then slowly on, and out.)
BRADFORD: Some coffee'd taste good. But coffee, in this house?
Oh, no. It might make somebody feel better. (opening the door
that was slammed shut) Want me now, Capt'n?
BRADFORD: Oh, that boy's dead, Capt'n.
CAPTAIN: (snarling) Dannie Sears was dead, too. Shut that
door. I don't want to hear that woman's voice again, ever.
(Closing the door and sitting on a bench built
into that corner between the big sliding door and the room where
the CAPTAIN is.)
BRADFORD: They're a cheerful pair of women—livin' in this
cheerful place—a place that life savers had to turn over to
the sand—huh! This Patrick woman used to be all right. She
and her husband was summer folks over in town. They used to picnic
over here on the outside. It was Joe Dyer—he's always talkin'
to summer folks—told 'em the government was goin' to build
the new station and sell this one by sealed bids. I heard them
talkin' about it. They was sittin' right down there on the beach,
eatin' their supper. They was goin' to put in a fire-place and they
was goin' to paint it bright colors, and have parties over
here—summer folk notions. Their bid won it—who'd want
it?—a buried house you couldn't move.
TONY: I see no bright colors.
BRADFORD: Don't you? How astonishin'! You must be color blind.
And I guess we're the first party. (laughs) I was in
Bill Joseph's grocery store, one day last November, when in she
comes—Mrs Patrick, from New York. 'I've come to take the old
life-saving station', says she. 'I'm going to sleep over there
tonight!' Huh! Bill is used to queer ways—he deals with
summer folks, but that got him. November—an empty
house, a buried house, you might say, off here on the outside
shore—way across the sand from man or beast. He got it out of
her, not by what she said, but by the way she looked at what he
said, that her husband had died, and she was runnin' off to hide
herself, I guess. A person'd feel sorry for her if she weren't so
stand-offish, and so doggon mean. But mean folks have got
minds of their own. She slept here that night. Bill had men hauling
things till after dark—bed, stove, coal. And then she wanted
somebody to work for her. 'Somebody', says she, 'that doesn't say
an unnecessary word!' Well, then Bill come to the back of the
store, I said, 'Looks to me as if Allie Mayo was the party she's
lookin' for.' Allie Mayo has got a prejudice against words. Or
maybe she likes 'em so well she's savin' of 'em. She's not spoke an
unnecessary word for twenty years. She's got her reasons. Women
whose men go to sea ain't always talkative.
(The CAPTAIN comes out. He closes door
behind him and stands there beside it. He looks tired and
disappointed. Both look at him. Pause.)
CAPTAIN: Wonder who he was.
BRADFORD: Young. Guess he's not been much at sea.
CAPTAIN: I hate to leave even the dead in this house. But we can
get right back for him. (a look around) The old place used
to be more friendly. (moves to outer door, hesitates, hating to
leave like this) Well, Joe, we brought a good many of them back
BRADFORD: Dannie Sears is tendin' bar in Boston now.
(The three men go; as they are going around the
drift of sand ALLIE MAYO comes in carrying a pot of coffee;
sees them leaving, puts down the coffee pot, looks at the door
the CAPTAIN has closed, moves toward it, as if drawn.
MRS PATRICK follows her in.)
MRS PATRICK: They've gone?
(MRS MAYO nods, facing the closed door.)
MRS PATRICK: And they're leaving—him? (again the other
woman nods) Then he's—? (MRS MAYO just stands
there) They have no right—just because it used to be
their place—! I want my house to myself!
(Snatches her coat and scarf from a hook and
starts through the big door toward the dunes.)
ALLIE MAYO: Wait.
(When she has said it she sinks into that corner
seat—as if overwhelmed by what she has done. The other woman
ALLIE MAYO: (to herself.) If I could say that, I can say
more. (looking at woman she has arrested, but speaking more to
herself) That boy in there—his face—uncovered
something—(her open hand on her chest. But she waits, as
if she cannot go on; when she speaks it is in labored
way—slow, monotonous, as if snowed in by silent years)
For twenty years, I did what you are doing. And I can tell
you—it's not the way. (her voice has fallen to a whisper;
she stops, looking ahead at something remote and veiled) We had
been married—two years. (a start, as of sudden pain. Says
it again, as if to make herself say it) Married—two
years. He had a chance to go north on a whaler. Times hard. He had
to go. A year and a half—it was to be. A year and a half. Two
years we'd been married.
(She sits silent, moving a little back and
The day he went away. (not spoken, but breathed from
pain) The days after he was gone.
I heard at first. Last letter said farther north—not
another chance to write till on the way home. (a wait)
Six months. Another, I did not hear. (long wait) Nobody
ever heard. (after it seems she is held there, and will not go
on) I used to talk as much as any girl in Provincetown. Jim
used to tease me about my talking. But they'd come in to talk to
me. They'd say—'You may hear yet.' They'd talk about
what must have happened. And one day a woman who'd been my friend
all my life said—'Suppose he was to walk in!' I got up
and drove her from my kitchen—and from that time till this
I've not said a word I didn't have to say. (she has become
almost wild in telling this. That passes. In a whisper) The ice
that caught Jim—caught me. (a moment as if held in ice.
Comes from it. To MRS PATRICK simply) It's not the way.
(a sudden change) You're not the only woman in the world
whose husband is dead!
MRS PATRICK: (with a cry of the hurt) Dead? My husband's
ALLIE MAYO: He's not? (slowly understands) Oh.
(The woman in the door is crying. Suddenly picks
up her coat which has fallen to the floor and steps
ALLIE MAYO: (almost failing to do it) Wait.
MRS PATRICK: Wait? Don't you think you've said enough? They told
me you didn't say an unnecessary word!
ALLIE MAYO: I don't.
MRS PATRICK: And you can see, I should think, that you've
bungled into things you know nothing about!
(As she speaks, and crying under her breath, she
pushes the sand by the door down on the half buried
grass—though not as if knowing what she is doing.)
ALLIE MAYO: (slowly) When you keep still for twenty years
you know—things you didn't know you knew. I know why you're
doing that. (she looks up at her, startled) Don't bury the
only thing that will grow. Let it grow.
(The woman outside still crying under her breath
turns abruptly and starts toward the line where dunes and woods
ALLIE MAYO: I know where you're going! (MRS PATRICK turns but
not as if she wants to) What you'll try to do. Over there.
(pointing to the line of woods) Bury it. The life in you.
Bury it—watching the sand bury the woods. But I'll tell you
something! They fight too. The woods! They fight for life
the way that Captain fought for life in there!
(Pointing to the closed door.)
MRS PATRICK: (with a strange exultation) And lose the way
he lost in there!
ALLIE MAYO: (sure, sombre) They don't lose.
MRS PATRICK: Don't lose? (triumphant) I have
walked on the tops of buried trees!
ALLIE MAYO: (slow, sombre, yet large) And vines will grow
over the sand that covers the trees, and hold it. And other trees
will grow over the buried trees.
MRS PATRICK: I've watched the sand slip down on the vines that
reach out farthest.
ALLIE MAYO: Another vine will reach that spot. (under her
breath, tenderly) Strange little things that reach out
MRS PATRICK: And will be buried soonest!
ALLIE MAYO: And hold the sand for things behind them. They save
a wood that guards a town.
MRS PATRICK: I care nothing about a wood to guard a town. This
is the outside—these dunes where only beach grass grows, this
outer shore where men can't live. The Outside. You who were born
here and who die here have named it that.
ALLIE MAYO: Yes, we named it that, and we had reason. He died
here (reaches her hand toward the closed door) and many a
one before him. But many another reached the harbor! (slowly
raises her arm, bends it to make the form of the Cape. Touches the
outside of her bent arm) The Outside. But an arm that bends to
make a harbor—where men are safe.
MRS PATRICK: I'm outside the harbor—on the dunes, land not
ALLIE MAYO: Dunes meet woods and woods hold dunes from a town
that's shore to a harbor.
MRS PATRICK: This is the Outside. Sand (picking some of it up
in her hand and letting it fall on the beach grass) Sand that
covers—hills of sand that move and cover.
ALLIE MAYO: Woods. Woods to hold the moving hills from
Provincetown. Provincetown—where they turn when boats can't
live at sea. Did you ever see the sails come round here when the
sky is dark? A line of them—swift to the harbor—where
their children live. Go back! (pointing) Back to your edge
of the woods that's the edge of the dunes.
MRS PATRICK: The edge of life. Where life trails off to dwarfed
things not worth a name.
(Suddenly sits down in the doorway.)
ALLIE MAYO: Not worth a name. And—meeting the Outside!
(Big with the sense of the wonder of
MRS PATRICK: (lifting sand and letting it drift through her
hand.) They're what the sand will let them be. They take
strange shapes like shapes of blown sand.
ALLIE MAYO: Meeting the Outside. (moving nearer; speaking
more personally) I know why you came here. To this house that
had been given up; on this shore where only savers of life try to
live. I know what holds you on these dunes, and draws you over
there. But other things are true beside the things you want to
MRS PATRICK: How do you know they are? Where have you been for
ALLIE MAYO: Outside. Twenty years. That's why I know how brave
they are (indicating the edge of the woods. Suddenly
different) You'll not find peace there again! Go back and watch
MRS PATRICK: (swiftly rising) You're a cruel
woman—a hard, insolent woman! I knew what I was doing! What
do you know about it? About me? I didn't go to the Outside. I was
left there. I'm only—trying to get along. Everything that can
hurt me I want buried—buried deep. Spring is here. This
morning I knew it. Spring—coming through the
storm—to take me—take me to hurt me. That's why I
couldn't bear—(she looks at the closed door) things
that made me know I feel. You haven't felt for so long you don't
know what it means! But I tell you, Spring is here! And now you'd
take that from me—(looking now toward the edge of
the woods) the thing that made me know they would be buried in
my heart—those things I can't live and know I feel.
You're more cruel than the sea! 'But other things are true beside
the things you want to see!' Outside. Springs will come when I will
not know that it is spring. (as if resentful of not more deeply
believing what she says) What would there be for me but the
Outside? What was there for you? What did you ever find after you
lost the thing you wanted?
ALLIE MAYO: I found—what I find now I know. The edge of
life—to hold life behind me—
(A slight gesture toward MRS PATRICK.)
MRS PATRICK: (stepping back) You call what you are life?
(laughs) Bleak as those ugly things that grow in the
ALLIE MAYO: (under her breath, as one who speaks tenderly of
MRS PATRICK: (passionately) I have known life. I
have known life. You're like this Cape. A line of land way
out to sea—land not life.
ALLIE MAYO: A harbor far at sea. (raises her arm, curves it
in as if around something she loves) Land that encloses and
gives shelter from storm.
MRS PATRICK: (facing the sea, as if affirming what will hold
all else out) Outside sea. Outer shore. Dunes—land not
ALLIE MAYO: Outside sea—outer shore, dark with the wood
that once was ships—dunes, strange land not life—woods,
town and harbor. The line! Stunted straggly line that meets the
Outside face to face—and fights for what itself can never be.
Lonely line. Brave growing.
MRS PATRICK: It loses.
ALLIE MAYO: It wins.
MRS PATRICK: The farthest life is buried.
ALLIE MAYO: And life grows over buried life! (lifted into
that; then, as one who states a simple truth with feeling) It
will. And Springs will come when you will want to know that it is
(The CAPTAIN and BRADFORD appear
behind the drift of sand. They have a stretcher. To get away from
them MRS PATRICK steps farther into the room; ALLIE MAYO
shrinks into her corner. The men come in, open the closed door
and go in the room where they left the dead man. A moment later
they are seen outside the big open door, bearing the man away.
MRS PATRICK watches them from sight.)
MRS PATRICK: (bitter, exultant) Savers of life!
(to ALLIE MAYO) You savers of life! 'Meeting the Outside!'
Meeting—(but she cannot say it mockingly again; in saying
it, something of what it means has broken through, rises. Herself
lost, feeling her way into the wonder of life) Meeting the