Heart of Oak: A Three-Stranded Yarn, vol. 1.Russell, William Clark
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Heart of Oak: A Three-Stranded Yarn, vol. 1.
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century; Sea stories
I crossed the deck and saw two large stars of light on the sea-line
almost directly ahead. Even whilst I gazed they sensibly enlarged. The
sun at this time was hanging on the left of them, and his light was
on the water between, flashing every headlong ridge into silver, and
silvering the sea-smoke till it flew down the wind with the gleam of a
silken veil; and beyond this rushing splendour of silver sea, softened
here and there by the shadows of the sailing clouds, hung those two
glowing stars, steady as though they were fixed in the heavens.
Captain Burke let fall the glass from his eye and said to Mr. Owen, 'An
ocean race.'
'Yachts?' said the doctor.
'Bless me no. Clippers rushing it for a wager. If this was the other
end of the year they'd probably prove tea-ships. It should be a fine
sight,' he cried, anticipation and spirit working his face into
something of its old merry, eager look.
We were ourselves sailing fast, and the two ships were coming along
faster perhaps by two or three miles in the hour than we were going; in
a magically short time they were two defined shapes upon the bow about
a quarter of a mile apart, black spots under brilliant clouds showing
like shapes of white flame through the windy blue dazzle trembling
into the atmosphere they were coming through. The sailors dropped their
several tasks to look; the surly mate stared with a fixed devouring
leer; all hands I guessed understood what they were to see; the cook
stepped from the galley to the rail. In less than half an hour from the
moment of our sighting them they were abreast, and when they were right
abeam this one hid the other, so completely were they neck and neck.
By this time our own ship's number was flying at our peak, and now as
they came abreast, each having told us by a thin tongue of flag that
our colours had been spelt out, they hoisted their own names.
'An Aberdeen clipper and a Blackwall liner,' said Captain Burke,
reading out of a signal book. 'Both from an Australian port. A very
pretty race indeed. But it's the spirit of Souchong that puts life into
that sort of thing.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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