Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventure — John Shaqi
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
“Very true: I think they would be likely to discharge their guns more
frequently than this,” added Mr. Primback, looking wise. “You feel
confident that the guns are from a ship in distress?”
“I feel reasonably sure of it, sir.”
“Then I suppose it is quite proper to go to her assistance,” said the
professor, with an inquiring look at the young commander.
“Entirely proper, Mr. Primback.”
“I am sorry that some other vessel does not have this duty imposed
upon it. Nevertheless, as the sea is very stormy, and the violence of
the motion does not permit the conducting of the regular recitations,
I dare say that no great loss of time will result from this deviation
from the true course of the vessel.”
“I should say not, sir,” added the captain.
“Have you consulted with Mr. Marline, in the unfortunate absence at
this time of Mr. Pelham?”
“I have not done so, sir. Mr. Marline turned in, and”--
“Did what? Do me the favor to speak the English language when you
address me,” interposed the professor, who could not tolerate even the
mildest of nautical terms.
“He went to bed, sir.”
“Ah, he retired?”
“Yes, sir: he turned in when”--
“Retired, if you please.”
“Yes, sir: he retired from the deck when I did; and I have not seen him
since the signal-guns were reported to me.”
“Mr. Marline is a prudent mariner; and I request that you confer with
him before any decided steps are taken.”
“But I have taken the decided step already; for I have hauled her up”--
“How can that be when the vessel is far out of sight of the land? You
speak in enigmas,” interrupted Mr. Primback.
“We braced her up”--
“In English, sir,” said the professor rather sternly.
“I don’t know that I can describe nautical manœuvres in any other than
nautical language,” said Wainwright. “We were going with the wind free
before, sir”--
“The wind is always free, Wainwright: no one can control it.”
“Well, sir, I caused the schooner to be turned so that she is headed as
near as she can go in the direction from which the wind comes.”
“That is quite intelligible. I thank you.”
“The vessel is now headed as near as can be towards the ship in
distress. If you wish me to speak to Mr. Marline I will do so, sir; but
I think it is better to let him sleep, after being on deck as he was
all night.”
“He must be somewhat fatigued; and you may wait till he gets up from
his bed.”
Wainwright withdrew from the cabin of the professor, and went on deck
again. It was still too thick to make out the vessel in distress; and,
when he had directed the first lieutenant to call him if occasion
should require, he went to his state-room to obtain the rest he needed.
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