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 ran to their cabin, for since the fight the two had arranged an
exchange, Jack leaving the cabin in which he had been with two other
passengers and joining Owen. Then they appeared on deck again, and
dropped into one of the boats which was just putting off. Already two
had left the ship, while one had actually landed her passengers and was
returning.
"It looks a little risky, one would have thought," said Owen, as they
dropped into the boat. "For all we know there may be unfriendly natives
ashore. But I confess I know nothing of the country."
"And need feel no alarm," said one of the passengers who sat beside him.
"The people are fierce and warlike, but this is the northern end of the
coast, and there are none here. Think of the fresh fruit we shall
gather."
A quarter of an hour later they were ashore, and within a few minutes
the whole party had separated, breaking up into couples.
"It is quite safe," said one of the passengers who had landed in the
first boat. "There is not a village nor a hut to be seen anywhere,
though I have been to the top of the hill yonder. But I advise that none
go too far from this spot."
Meanwhile the big ship was run in a little closer and slowly careened.
And as she lay, with her spars slanting at a sharp angle, the carpenter
and his mates looked to the leak, while the crew set to work to refit
the canvas. And in this manner, the passengers ashore for the most part,
and the crew hard at work, two days passed serenely; each evening seeing
the passengers return with an abundant store of fruit, while those who
had guns found wild pig and a few deer to reward their efforts.
"We shall leave in two days," said the captain that night, as they sat
down to the evening meal, congratulating themselves on the fact that the
ship was now again on an even keel, for it had been difficult to manage
to get about or even to sleep while she was careened. "In three weeks we
should be at Calcutta."
"Barring storms and other little pleasantries," laughed one of the
passengers. "Well, I shall be glad. I have had my run ashore and want to
be moving on."
On the following day, when Jack Simpson and Owen dropped into one of the
boats, only a dozen other passengers made their appearance, for it was
very hot ashore, and there was little to do but ramble along the coast.
Our young friends, however, had managed to borrow a gun apiece, and were
intent on obtaining a little sport. Indeed, an hour later found them a
couple of miles inland, threading their way through a forest of small
proportions which had attracted them as being a likely place for game.
Mulha accompanied them, for Owen had asked permission of the captain,
much to the native's delight.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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