In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
"I was not going to take the boat," said Kydd, "whatever you may fancy.
I am captain of this vessel, and I have a right to do what I like. It
was through your fault that the boat got away, and you are answerable
for that. Let me go, I say!"
Stanley released Kydd, who slunk away without uttering another word.
"This is not a time for disputes," said my cousin. "We must be ready
for resistance should the blacks come off to us; though I hope that
Timbo is right in supposing that they will not venture from the shore
till daylight."
So short a time did the occurrence I have described take, that the
ladies were scarcely aware of what was happening till it was over.
"What is the matter, Stanley?" asked Kate.
"Nothing to alarm you, my dear sister. I trust all will yet be well.
There is every sign of the calm continuing; and perhaps in the morning,
when the wind comes off the land, we may get the brig afloat. What do
you say, Andrew?"
"I hope we may," I answered, "as she has not struck very hard."
"Had not you and Bella better go below, Kate, with Miss Rowley, and Leo
and Natty will attend on you! We men must remain on deck to do what is
necessary should any fresh emergency arise."
Kate begged to remain also, but David, and the Rowleys joining him,
persuaded the young ladies at length to retire to the cabin. Timbo
followed them to light the cabin lamp, and I saw them, as I looked
through the skylight, seated at the table, Kate having a large book
before her, which I recognised as the old captain's Bible. She was
reading from it to her companions, the two boys and Bella listening with
earnest looks, though Miss Rowley seemed to be too much alarmed to pay
any attention. The young Irishman and the two Rowleys now exerted
themselves as much as the rest of us in making preparations to defend
the vessel.
"If there were boarding-nettings, we should find them useful," said
Stanley. "Mr Kydd, have you any on board?"
"No, sir," was the answer. "We do not carry such things; and, for my
part, I think all this preparation is useless. The blacks are not
likely to come off to attack us, and if they do, we could very soon
drive them back again."
"If we are properly prepared we may," said my cousin; and we all
continued the work we had in hand.
Besides the firearms we had a few ship's cutlasses; and at Timbo's
suggestion we fastened all the knives and axes we could find to some
long spars, to use them as boarding-pikes. We ran lines also along the
sides between the rigging to answer in a measure the purpose of
boarding-nettings; and before the morning broke, we were as well
prepared as we could expect to be to resist an attack. We were looking
out for the rising sun, when I felt a light wind fan my cheek. I said
nothing, but again I felt it blow stronger.
"We shall have the wind off the shore soon," I cried out, "and we must
be ready to trim sails to make the most of it."
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