Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and LaswareeBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and Laswaree
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Maratha War, 1803 -- Juvenile fiction
They shook hands, and then went off to their cabins to clean themselves
and remove all traces of the combat. And that evening Owen once more
took up his Hindustani, as if nothing out of the way had occurred. But
he had made his place in the ship and amongst his comrades, and the tale
of his prowess and of his pluck was bound to reach India and there act
in his favour. More than that, an inkling of his history, of the
mystery hanging about his birth, of his friend, the powerful director of
the Company, leaked out, and the discussion which followed raised him
vastly in the estimation of all on board. They found it a fine thing to
follow his example, and that week quite a number set themselves to make
the most of their opportunities and to learn the language. However, they
had very little time before them, for within a few days the even tenor
of the voyage was rudely upset, and the passengers and crew found
themselves face to face with a difficulty and danger which none had
foreseen.
CHAPTER IV
A Hunting Expedition
"Great guns!" shouted Simpson in Owen's ear, as they clung to the rail
on the poop of the huge East Indiaman, and faced the gale. "And how
suddenly it came on!"
"We are lucky to have an experienced captain," shouted back our hero, as
he struggled to gather a breath, for the wind tore past him at hurricane
speed. "We were lying practically becalmed, with a cloudless sky
overhead, and, so far as I could see, no signs of a storm."
"Yes, and we were having a quiet sleep, all of us, for the heat was
terrific."
"When we were suddenly disturbed. As a matter of fact, I was just awake,
and as I lay in my chair I happened to see the captain coming up the
companion from his cabin, which is just beneath us. He looked about him,
as he always does, and then glanced at the barometer. Then his face
changed, and I thought he had gone mad. He raced up here, three rungs at
a time, and seized his trumpet. Then the officers appeared and the crew,
while his orders sounded through the ship. My word! I never saw men
work harder! They threw themselves into the rigging and fairly tore the
sails off her. I saw them cut through many of the ropes so as to save
time. Then down they came, and with them the gale. Didn't it howl?"
"It was terrific," agreed Simpson. "Who would have thought that with
only that small piece of rag showing this big ship would have heeled
right over as she did? But you are right. We are fortunate in our
captain. I own I was angry at first when they disturbed us, and threw
our chairs overboard without rhyme or reason. I saw why a minute later,
for had we been in them we should have gone overboard, while had the
chairs been left they would have slid and fallen here and there and done
some mischief. Where are we heading?"
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