A sailor's life under four sovereigns, Volume 2 (of 3)Keppel, Henry, Sir
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A sailor's life under four sovereigns, Volume 2 (of 3)
Keppel, Henry, Sir
Admirals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Great Britain. Royal Navy
It was wonderful to see the dexterity with which they would light a
fire and erect a bush-hut.
They were all cooks; Private Crayton, super-excellent. He had been a
London butcher, and was sharp and intelligent.
Among them was Hutchings, a huge fellow. He used to prefer going
alone, and never returned empty-handed; more generally hung round
with game,--fifteen or twenty geese, a whole flock of ducks, a native
companion or two as long as himself, two or three kangaroos, and a
handkerchief full of small birds (specimens of natural history), the
only part of him visible being his great red face, besmeared with
perspiration and blood.
At the time of our visit these extensive swamps were, with the
exception of occasional patches and a few holes, quite dry, and covered
over with a crust of land clay sufficiently strong to bear our weight,
but not that of our horses; the latter were nearly bogged on more than
one occasion.
It was late the first day when we arrived on our ground, and we had
only time to light fires and pitch our tents on the banks of a stream
when the sun went down.
While we were preparing for supper, an iguana about two feet long
ran past me, and at the same pace mounted a tree. I pointed out the
disgusting animal to one of our natives. In less time than it takes me
to write, he was caught by the tail, split up the back, spread out
with skewers, roasted, and eaten.
Long before the break of day we heard that peculiar noise occasioned by
the wings of wild-fowl: then came the low, distant cackle of geese, and
the strange noise of the whistling-duck passing overhead.
I believe we were all alike in a state of excitement. Daylight came at
last, but with it an excitement of another kind.
No one experiencing what we did, could ever forget the myriads of
flies. Everything was black with them--the ground, the air, our food.
They clung to our clothes, they stuck to our faces. To rid ourselves of
them, we stripped and rushed into the water, diving to get clear--but
no! they would hover about and swarm on any part of our bodies that
appeared above the surface.
We were not entirely free for one moment, until we left them and our
sport together. Never before had I fully understood the curse of that
particular plague of Egypt.
However, by spreading a silk handkerchief over the head, and keeping
it in its place with a light straw hat, we succeeded in protecting
our necks and faces from the thickest of them; and as there was just
sufficient wind to keep the corners of the head-dress flapping about,
we thus partially disappointed our tormentors.
With the exception of this one drawback, better sport we could not have
had. There was room for any number of guns.
The geese have one peculiarity--they perch upon trees, so that an
unskilful sportsman may have, in his way, as much amusement as the man
who brings down his geese right and left from a considerable height.
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