United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
"Very well," said Sir Peter; "I expected as much of you. You will take
command of the `Dolphin' schooner. She is now in the harbour. I am not
quite certain in what condition you will find her. However, there is no
other disposable craft. Fit her for sea as fast as possible. Take
three or four hands with you; I cannot spare you more. Let your two
followers you spoke to me about, be of the number. Here is an order by
which you can obtain all the aid you require from the dockyard people
and others. Good-bye; I hope to see you back shortly."
With these words I parted from the admiral. It was now three o'clock in
the morning. Hurrying on board the flag-ship, I got hold of Grampus and
Rockets with their bags, and accompanied by them and a couple of more
hands and a boy, I called for my own traps and bedding on board the
Camel, and then went alongside the Dolphin tender. She looked certainly
in a very hopeless condition. She had her lower-masts standing, but was
entirely unrigged, without stores or sails, or even ballast on board,
while her bottom was covered with grass a foot at least in length.
Still I knew that not a moment was to be lost; the service I was
required to perform was of the greatest importance, and I was not to be
deterred by difficulties. I unmoored her immediately, got her alongside
the dockyard wharf, and began taking some ballast which I found there on
board before anyone was up. Then I sent Grampus to rouse up the
authorities, whose aid I required. Fortunately the sudden outbreak of
war kept people on the alert, so that I had less difficulty in getting
assistance than would have otherwise been the case.
Soon after daybreak the deck of the Dolphin presented a scene of
ant-like industry. Gangs of negroes were hurrying backwards and
forwards with coils of rope and spars and sails; others were rolling
down kegs of water, and others casks of beef and pork and biscuit, and
packages of other comestibles, while the riggers were at work getting
the rigging over the mast-heads, setting it up, bending on sails, and my
own people were below, stowing away the various articles as they came on
board. I made a list of essentials, and took good care to see that they
came on board and were stowed where they were to be found, or very
likely I should have gone to sea without them. I saw to everything
myself, or sent Grampus to ascertain that people were losing no time in
executing my orders. I left nothing to chance. I met with no little
grumbling from some of the slow-going officials.
"What a hurry you are in, sir!" said one or two of them, who dared not,
however, openly disobey my authority.
"Yes, my friend," I answered, laughing, "that's natural to me; and just
now I am in as great a hurry as I ever was in my life; so be smart, if
you please, and keep your people moving."
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