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
All were delighted at the news, for the ship had now been at sea for a
long while, and the passengers and crew were all feeling the need of
fresh water and fruit and vegetables, and also for an expedition on
shore. It was therefore with the greatest interest that they watched the
pale blue line of coast gradually develop into wooded heights, with
mountain peaks in rear, while the line of beach showed itself as a
streak of golden sand, bathed in the seething white foam cast upon it by
the surf which ran continuously. They steered into a narrow bay, the
leadsman all the while sounding so that they should not run upon the
shallows, and finally brought to and dropped their anchor within a mile
of the shore, and within hearing of the surf. At once a hundred glasses
were directed at the coast, and an hour later boats were dropped and the
passengers prepared to land.
"I can only spare a crew of four to each boat, gentlemen," said the
captain, "and perhaps some of you will not object to taking an oar
yourselves. I will fire a gun an hour before dusk, when all must return.
If natives appear I must ask you to return at once till they have shown
that they are friendly."
"And so as to be prepared I shall take a brace of pistols," said Jack
Simpson in Owen's ear. "Can you shoot, Owen?"
"A little. The sergeant of whom I have told you was a good hand at most
things. He was a splendid man with the gloves, as you know, for I have
told you how he fought for me when the farmer was going to give me a
thrashing. He was also an adept with the pike, sword and cutlass, and he
kept me at practice with the pistols till I could hit an apple perched
on a rail at twenty paces."
"By Jove! An apple at twenty paces! That is a mark! How often had you to
hit it?"
"Every time," answered Owen with a quiet smile. "And it came wonderfully
easy before I had left the regiment. I used to place the muzzle across
my left forearm and aim carefully at first. Afterwards I used to make a
rapid shot, just as if I were duelling. I would be placed with my back
to the fence; then the sergeant would say, 'One, two, three, fire!' and
round I would swing, lifting the pistol as I came, and fire the instant
I sighted the mark. I could do it now after half an hour's practice."
"No wonder, then, that you so easily agreed to fight our friend with
fists or pistols," laughed Jack. "Upon my word, Owen, you are a fellow
to be avoided. You admit you could hit an apple at twenty paces, every
time. And we know that you can fight. By Jove, you showed us real
science! And there is the Hindustani too, and the other lingo you have
been swatting at. I wish to goodness I had not been so idle. But there!
fetch your pistols and let us get ashore."
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