Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 66, No. 410, December 1849Various
History
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 66, No. 410, December 1849
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
fair to take her well clear of it ahead; which was of course all we
need care for at present. Her want of steerage-way, however, let the
Indiaman sheer hither and thither, till at times one was apt to get
confused, and suppose her more in with the land-loom than she really
was. Accordingly the mate proved his good judgment by having a couple
of boats lowered with a tow-line, to keep her at least stern-on to the
current,--although the trouble of getting out the launch would have
more served his purpose, and the deeper loaded the better, since in
fact there were _two_ favourable drifts instead of one, between every
stroke of the oars. The men pulled away rather sulkily, their straw
hats over their noses, the dip of the hawser scarce tautening at each
strain, as they squinted up at the Seringapatam's idle figure-head. For
my part I had thought it better to leave him by himself, and go below.
When I went into the cuddy, more for relief's sake than to dine, the
passengers were chattering and talking away round the tables, hot and
choking though it was, in high glee because the land was in sight from
the starboard port-window, and they fancied the officers had changed
their mind as to "touching" there. Every now and then a cadet or two
would start up, with their silver forks in their hands, and put their
heads out; some asked whether the anchor had been seen getting ready
or not; others disputed about the colour of tropical trees, if they
were actually green like English ones, or perhaps all over blossoms
and fruit together--the whole of them evidently expecting bands of
negroes to line the shore as we came in. One young fellow had taken a
particular fancy to have an earthworm, with earth enough to feed it
all the rest of the voyage, otherwise he couldn't stand it; and little
Tommy's mother almost went into hysterics again, when she said, if
she could just eat a lettuce salad once more, she'd die contented;
the missionary looking up through his spectacles, in surprise that
she wasn't _more_ interested about the slave-trade, whereof he'd been
talking to her. As for Westwood, he joined quietly in the fun, with a
glance now and then across to me; however, I pretended to be too busy
with the salt beef, and was merely looking up again for a moment, when
my eye chanced to catch on the swinging barometer that hung in the
raised skylight, right over the midst of our noise. By George! ma'am,
what was my horror when I saw the quicksilver had sunk so far below the
mark, probably fixed there that morning, as to be almost shrunk in the
ball! Whatever the merchant service might know about the instrument in
those days, the African coast was the place to teach its right use to
us in the old Iris. I laid down my knife and fork as carelessly as I
could, and went straight on deck.
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