Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 6, June 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 6, June 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“‘Hurrah!’ shouted Frank from the midst of them, as up went the cook’s
shirt, tacked to pieces of bamboo to give it spread. I saw them pointing
their glasses at it from the veranda of the palace, and shouted to the
mates to give way strong, for they were launching their rafts and a
whole fleet of boats, filled with soldiers, whose spears and long
match-locks glistened in the sun now rising over the rocks to the
north-east. The castles and the forts began now to fire in earnest,
sending their iron about the cove in every direction, though the ship in
some measure shielded the boats from the few guns which bore upon them.
Many balls hurtled through the air past us, but only four struck her
hull, doing no particular damage. I looked at every flash to see some of
the sticks go, and ten minutes more would have brought the Arabs down on
us with a force which it would have been worse than useless to resist.
In fact, when I saw them training their match-locks on the boats, though
we were then clear of the passage in the eddy of the current, I gave up
the game as lost, thinking of calling the men on board, with the
desperate notion of fighting it out to the last on board, when looking
over the side at the ship’s way, I saw Muscat Tom’s broad flukes and
glistening back, within fifty feet of the sternmost boat. The soldiers
now opened their fire to drive the men from their work—I caught the
second mate’s flushed, hopeless look, as he turned his head from tugging
at his steering-oar, and then the black fiend’s triumphant grin, with a
malicious glance from the whites of his eyes, as much as to say: ‘you’re
in for it for a good long spell, my lads’—when the sight of the whale
in the desperate emergency of the case, seemed to put it into my brain
what to do.
“‘Mr. Parker,’ I hailed, ‘have you lines and harpoons in the boats?’
“‘Ay, ay, sir,’ he answered, while the men looked up at the ship as if
they wondered what next.
“‘Cast off the larboard hawser, then,’ I shouted, ‘bend irons on to the
starboard one, and strike that whale. Let the other boats come
alongside.’
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