Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical NovelGreey, Edward
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Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical Novel
Greey, Edward
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
The captain and first lieutenant being below, and the men off watch,
Thompson thought it would be no harm to indulge his idol, so the sailors
were informed they might approach the child, upon which she assumed a
severe expression of face and sent them all in the corner, while she
plundered her attendant of his silk handkerchief, which she wrapped
round a gun-chock and carefully nursed in her lap. After having amused
herself for some time, she made them all sit in a circle, then with
bated breath told them of the "blume" mouse.
The sailors looked at each other and laughed, upon which, thinking they
were not sufficiently attentive, she ordered them all out of her house,
and having sent her only love, Jerry, into the corner, drew the
handkerchief more tightly round the gun-chock, and bade her baby go to
sleep before the mouse came out of the gun. Thompson stood with his face
to the ship's side, looking in Barbara's eyes, the very perfection of a
naughty boy, when suddenly a hand was laid upon her shoulder, and she
heard the voice of Captain Tortle, who roughly told her to go below, as
mamma wanted her.
Now, Miss Barbara was an exceedingly dignified child; and Tortle having
addressed her as youngster, she pretended not to have heard his speech,
but proceeded to scold her naughty boy, who, unmindful of the
commander's presence, was still "in the corner."
"Hush, sir!" she observed, when the captain again spoke to her, and
added, looking up in his face,--her eyes dilated with
excitement,--"Don't you see my baby is asleep? I'm samed of you!"
Hearing this, Tortle, who could not appreciate the pretty little comedy,
rudely picked up the child, and carried her down to the cabin; and, upon
stooping to ask her for a kiss, received a severe smack on the face from
the indignant little lady, who immediately afterwards wisely sought
refuge in the folds of her mamma's dress, where she indulged in a good
cry.
Tortle rubbed his face with his handkerchief, and pretended to be
amused, while he inwardly vowed he would never touch her again. Poor
baby! 'twas very thoughtless of him to wake her so suddenly from her
dream of pleasure, and he fully deserved the blow she gave him. Upon
seeing her sister in tears, Marie, the younger one, joined in the
out-burst, and cried "Go away" to the naughty captain, who thereupon
beat a retreat to the upper deck.
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