Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventureOptic, Oliver
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Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventure
Optic, Oliver
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Burgundy is bad stuff for anybody, and especially bad for boys. Clinch
found it necessary to keep at a respectful distance from the seamen of
his quarter-watch, for he was conscious of being quite unsteady on his
feet; of being shaky to a degree that could not be accounted for by
the motion of the steamer. But he knew what he was about all the time;
and, when he attended to the heaving of the log, he kept up a constant
shouting to the hands at the line, to stimulate their interest in their
work, and thus prevent them from observing him. But the very thickness
of his tones as he spoke was enough to betray him, if there had been
any one present who was accustomed to this phase of intoxication.
Alexander had found it more difficult to keep awake after he had loaded
himself with Burgundy than it was before. If he kept his seat, he was
sure to fall asleep; and several times he “lost himself.” He knew that
the captain had a habit of prowling about the deck at all hours of the
night, as well as of the day; and for this reason he felt obliged to
keep on his feet during the remainder of his watch, for it would have
ruined him to have the commander find him asleep at his post. He did
not consider the Burgundy experiment a success.
Gregory slept like a log in his state-room till eight o’clock, when all
hands were called. He got out of his berth with an aching head, and was
as cross as a spoiled child. He went to breakfast; but the strong wine
had destroyed his appetite so that he could not taste food, and he only
drank a cup of coffee. When the meal was finished, Capt. Fairfield, who
had prepared the forward part of the cabin for a schoolroom, summoned
the starboard watch to attend to their recitations. The lessons had
been assigned the day before; and the port-watch, composed of the
officers and seamen from the Tritonia, had faithfully studied them.
Richards had done so while on duty in the engine-room, for he had not
work enough to keep him employed half of the time. He was so accustomed
to watching the gauge and the motion of the machinery, that he could do
it mechanically, as one writes with a pen without thinking that he is
writing. The chief engineer had also studied his lessons when he ought
to have been asleep.
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