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
Neither could answer the question, for in the excitement of the moment,
when the gale had struck the ship, they had only noticed that she had
heeled over on to her beam ends, and that then had followed an interval
of a few seconds, which to more than one aboard felt like an eternity.
Then she had righted with a jerk which threw many from their feet, and,
sheering off from her course, had gone racing away towards the east, at
a pace which was furious. That was an hour ago, and ever since the
passengers had clung to their positions, drenched by the spray which
blew aboard, and so filled with amazement at the huge seas which so
suddenly surrounded them that they had little thought for anything else.
Simpson and Owen had been together, for ever since the event of the
fight they had become close acquaintances, and they had clung to the
same length of rail.
Two hours later the ship was a little steadier, and the passengers found
their way with great difficulty to the saloon.
"You must make allowances for the gale, gentlemen, please," said the
purser, as they took their seats and clung to the tables. "The galley
fires have been drawn, for with this sea, and the ship tossing and
rolling as she is, it would not be safe to keep them in. So there is
water or wine to drink, and cold meat and bread only to eat. I should
advise you all afterwards to turn in, as it is so wet on deck and
generally uncomfortable."
The ship had indeed encountered a typhoon, one of those sudden upsets in
the atmosphere common to eastern seas, and much to be dreaded. And as
she was unable to show more than a stay-sail at the most, and could not
face the gale, she had to turn her stern to it and run from her course.
Indeed, for three days she continued to do so, till the faces of the
captain and his officers assumed serious expressions.
"I have never known a gale to last as this one has done," the captain
confided to one of the passengers. "When the hurricane struck us, you
yourself will remember that it was a furious blow. I thought that, like
typhoons in general, it had appeared in full strength, to test our
seamanship perhaps, and would then rapidly blow itself out. But it
hasn't. It has continued to blow, and blow harder too, so that we
haven't been able even to think of heading up to the wind. We're three
hundred miles at least out of our course, and completely out of our
reckoning. I shall be glad when the wind drops."
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