Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand WarHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand War
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Juvenile fiction; New Zealand -- History -- Juvenile fiction
Four sailors folded up the chairs, piled them together, and passing
cords over them lashed them to two ring-bolts.
"Now, Mr. Ryan, we will get the topsails reefed at once. There is a
heavy bank there to windward, and we had best get everything as snug as
possible before that comes up to us."
The dark bank of mist rose rapidly, and the sailors had but just
reached the deck after closely reefing the topsails before it was close
upon them.
"Now, ladies, please go below," the captain said sharply. "There is rain
as well as wind in the clouds; it will come down in bucketfuls when it
does come."
This had the desired effect of sending most of the male passengers down
as well as the ladies. A few remained near the companion ready to make a
dive below when the squall struck them. Suddenly the wind ceased and the
topsails flapped against the masts. There was a confused roaring sound
astern, and a broad white line came along at race-horse speed towards
the vessel.
"Get below, lads," Mr. Atherton said as he led the way, "or you will be
drenched in a moment."
They had but just reached the cabin when there was a deafening roar
overhead, and almost at the same moment the vessel started as if struck
by a heavy blow.
"Rain and wind together!" Mr. Atherton shouted in reply to the chorus of
questions from those below. "Now, all you have got to do is to make
yourselves comfortable, for there will be no going up again for some
time."
For five minutes the tremendous downpour continued, and then ceased as
suddenly as it commenced. The wind had dropped too; and the silence
after the uproar was startling. It lasted but a few seconds; then the
wind again struck the ship with even greater force than before,
although, as she had not lost her way, the blow was less felt by those
below. In five minutes the captain came below with his oil-skin coat and
sou'-wester streaming with wet.
"I have just looked down to tell you," he said cheerfully, "that
everything is going on well. The first burst of these gales is always
the critical point, and we can congratulate ourselves that we have got
through it without losing a spar or sail--thanks to our having had
sufficient warning to get all snug, and to the gale striking us
gradually. I am afraid you won't have a very comfortable time of it for
the next day or two; but there is nothing to be at all uneasy about. The
gale is off the land, and we have sea-room enough for anything. Now we
have got rid of half our cargo the ship is in her very best trim, and
though we may get her decks washed a bit by and by, she will be none the
worse for that."
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