Crown and Anchor: Under the Pen'antHutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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Crown and Anchor: Under the Pen'ant
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
The stalwart "down easters," when called to order by their officer later
on, when leaving this vessel to regain their own ship, excusing
themselves for having taken so unneutral a part in the action, on the
plea that seeing we were short-handed and in a tight place, they had
done it "for fellowship sake!"
Most of our fellows were in the attacking column, though neither I nor
Larkyns, nor, indeed, any of the other youngsters, were permitted to
accompany them, but I can tell of my own knowledge with what wistful
eyes we watched their progress from the deck of the little spitfire of a
vessel that I was only on board of on sufferance, I having smuggled
myself in with Larkyns, who was on duty as midshipman of the launch; for
the gunboat had now returned to the barriers further up the river and
began hammering again at the batteries, in order to divert their
attention from our field column, after assisting to bring up a quota of
the force and waiting till they disembarked from the boats.
Gallantly the little band, a compact mass of six hundred men, pursued
their way through the treacherous mud, night closing in as they
struggled onward, and the darkness only lit by the flashes of our guns
firing over the head of the column at the fortifications in their front;
the Chinese only replying to our cannonade in a half-hearted fashion, as
if they had got weary of the job, leading us thus to believe that the
"forlorn hope" had an easy task before it!
But, Larkyns and myself were both deceived, this sudden quiet on the
part of the enemy being really a ruse; for, hardly had the column
reached firm ground than the hitherto silent batteries all at once burst
into a sheet of flame, pouring shot and shell, jinghal balls, rifle
bullets, in fact every variety of deadly missile known in war, on the
heads of our devoted men, at such close quarters, too, that not one in
three escaped the avalanche of destruction!
The Tartar garrison defending the place, we subsequently learnt, used
bows and arrows and matchlocks, in addition to the best modern weapons,
the better to discomfit their foes; "those vile red devils of
barbarians," as they called us, who had so rashly ventured to tackle
them at close quarters, thinking to "catch a weasel asleep."
"Oh, Vernon, look, look!" cried Larkyns, as the gloomy night with its
overhanging pall of smoke from the endless bombardment, which had been
going on ever since mid-day, was lit up by a crimson glow that enabled
us to see every detail of what took place and even recognise the
features of some of our officers. "See how they are mowed down--not a
man of them will come back alive!"
Saying which, grown lad that he was of seventeen, and courageous and
foolhardy to desperation, he burst into tears, the tension on his nerves
from the excitement we had all gone through since the early hours of
that ill-fated morning having completely unmanned him, making him for
the moment a perfect baby!
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