Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.
Various
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Many on board were personally cognizant that any extraordinary
concussion of the air, as that produced by the firing of guns, had been
known to cause waterspouts to subside, and the captain of our ship had
given orders to train two of the main-deck large carronades (for we were
armed _en flute_) upon it, with heavy charges. But so riveted and
entranced were all, that it was with extreme difficulty that either
soldiers or sailors could be got to move; and only when some of the
officers literally placed their own shoulders to the wheel, and
exhorted, and even struck the gaping, bewildered men, were the guns
charged and trained in the waist of the ship. Scarcely was this done,
when five or six of the largest columns suddenly joined together, as
though by a species of magnetic attraction, and formed one of colossal
magnitude, high as the maintopsail-yard, the spiral motion rapidly
increasing, and the whole body seeming to near the ship.
"We shall soon know our fate," exclaimed the captain. "Now, Tom," said
he, to the old man-o'-war's gunner, "do your best--your very best."
"Ay, ay, sir!" replied the tough old salt, in that muttering, indistinct
manner, common to old seamen when much excited. "Avast a minute!"
grumbled he to an assistant, who was busy with the chocks. "Hand me that
monkey's tail!"
Eagerly clutching with his fish-hooks of fingers the short iron crowbar
so denominated, he rammed it as far as he could down the ample mouth of
the piece, in a peculiar direction.
"Away, skylarkers! Sea-room, ye red-coats! There: _de_-press a
little--more--so, avast!" He took a quick squint down the short but
deadly tube, and then turned to the artillery-man presiding over the
other carronade, with "Ship mate, are you all clear for a run?"
"All ready?" inquired the captain.
"All ready, sir," repeated the veteran tar.
"Very good," was the reply; and, springing on the capstan-head, the
latter sang out at the top of his voice, "Now men, I want every one of
you--red-coats and blue-jackets--to try your lungs! They're strong
enough on most occasions, and don't be behindhand now. Our lives depend
upon it." Here he paused; and, pointing significantly to the tremendous
spout, which enlarged and neared the ship every moment, he impressively
demanded, "Do you see yon big fellow?"
"Ay, ay," said the tarry-jackets.
"Yes," said the red-coats.
"Very well, then, all I've got to say, is, that if we don't thrash him,
he will thrash us! So no demi-semi-quavers, but give three hearty cheers
to frighten him away, for he's a real coward. Hats off, and up at arm's
length!" They obeyed.
"Now, my hearties," continued he, well knowing in what strain to address
them, "let us try if our throats can not drown the bark of these two
bull-dogs of ours! Why, we're good-for-nothing, if we can't make as much
din as a couple of rusty iron candlesticks! Hu-r-r-ah!"
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