Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 64, No. 398, December 1848Various
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 64, No. 398, December 1848
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
is so much of a piece! But that 'ere fellow don't know nothin' of
ships, sure enough, or he wouldn't offer what he did, and the crimps'
houses all of a swarm with hands!"
"Take my word, mate," says I, "it's a paying trip, or he wouldn't do
it--leave a Quaker alone for that! Why, the chap's a parfit youngster,
but I am blessed if he don't look as starched as if he'd sat over a
dask for twenty year!"
Well, strike me lucky, mates all, if the whole affair warn't a
complete trap! Down comes a clerk with the papers, sure enough--but in
ten minutes more the whole blessed lot of us was puckalowed, and hard
an' fast, by a strong press-gang. They put us into a cutter off
Redriff Stairs, an' the next noon all hands was aboard of the Pandora
frigate at Sheerness. The first time of being mustered on deck, says
Bill to me, "Cuss my eyes, Bob, if there isn't the 'farnal Quaker!" I
looked, and sees a midshipman in uniform like the rest, and so it was.
"The sly soft-sauderin' beggar!" says I. "All fair in war, and a
press-mate!" says one o' the frigate's men. All the while I kept
looking and looking at the midshipman; and at last I says to Bill when
we got below, giving a slap to my thigh, "Blessed if it ain't! it's
the _Green Hand_ himself!" "Green Hand!" says Bill, sulky enough,
"who's the Green Hand? Blow me, Bob, if I don't think we're the green
hands ourselves, if that's what you're upon!" So I told him the story
about Ned Collins. "Well," says he, "if a fellow was green as China
rice, cuss me if the reefers' mess wouldn't take it all out on him in
a dozen watches. The softest thing I know, as you say, Bob, just now,
it's to come the smart hand when you're a lubber; but to sham green
after that style, ye know, why 'tis a mark or two above either you or
I, messmate. So for my part, I forgives the young scamp, cause I ought
to ha' known better!"
By the time the frigate got to sea the story was blown over the whole
main-deck; many a good laugh it gave the different messes; and Bill,
the midshipman, and I, got the name of the "Three Green Hands."
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