James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and AfloatKingston, William Henry Giles
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James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and Afloat
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction
As we were coasting along, a hill appeared in sight, early in the
morning, the summit thickly surrounded by clouds. As this nightcap of
vapours cleared away, a remarkable cone was exposed to view, the base
covered with the richest vegetation. Soon after this we got so
entangled among clusters of rocky islands and coral reefs that we were
very much afraid we should be unable to extricate ourselves, and that
our ship would get on shore. Though there was not much risk of our
losing our lives, the dread of having our ship and cargo destroyed was
enough to make us anxious. Fortunately the wind fell, and by keeping
look-outs at each fore-yard-arm and at the mast-head, we were able to
perceive the dangers with which we were surrounded before we ran on any
of them. At length we got into seemingly more clear water, but there
being still several reefs and islands outside of us, Captain Hassall
thought it prudent to anchor for the night. The shore off which we lay
was lined with cocoa-nut and other palm-trees, rivulets were seen
flowing down the sides of the hills, which were clothed with
spice-bearing and other shrubs, the whole landscape presenting a scene
of great tropical beauty.
"If I ever had to cast anchor anywhere on shore, that's the sort of
country I should choose, now," observed Benjie Stubbs, our second
officer, who had been examining the coast for some time through his
glass.
"I wouldn't change one half-acre of any part of our principality for a
thousand of its richest acres," said David Gwynne, our surgeon, to whom
he spoke. "Poets talk of the spicy gales of these islands; in most
cases they come laden with miasma-bearing fevers and agues on their
wings; while it a fellow has to live on shore he gets roasted by day,
with a good chance of a sunstroke, and he is stewed at night, and bitten
by mosquitoes and other winged and crawling things, and wakes to find a
cobra de capella or green snake gliding over his face."
"Oh, a man would soon get accustomed to those trifling inconveniences,
as the natives must do; and money goes a long way in these regions for
all the necessaries of life," answered Stubbs.
I must confess that, lovely as I had heard are many parts of those
eastern isles, I was inclined to agree with the surgeon.
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