Marmaduke Merry: A Tale of Naval Adventures in Bygone DaysKingston, William Henry Giles
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Marmaduke Merry: A Tale of Naval Adventures in Bygone Days
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Midshipmen -- Fiction; Sea stories
Day was just breaking, and the increasing light enabled us to manage
better than we could otherwise have done. We had now less fear of our
enemies breaking loose, so all hands were able to assist in getting some
after sail on the vessel, and bringing her up to the wind.
"Now we shall catch it for all this," said Grey, as we saw the boat
pulling towards us from the frigate.
"I hope not," said I. "At all events, we must make the best of it.
There's Mr Fitzgerald in the boat. We'll get him to stand our friend."
"Well, boys, this is a nate piece of work you've been after doing now!"
remarked our handsome second lieutenant, as he surveyed the deck. "You
don't mean to say that you captured all these heroes?"
"Every one of them, sir," said Grey, with perfect seriousness. "I hope
the captain won't be angry."
"There's no saying. However, we'll see," he answered with a smile.
We now made more sail, and ran in close under the lee of the frigate.
Perigal was sent on board the schooner to take charge of her, and the
prisoners were transferred to the deck of the frigate, where the captain
and most of the officers were assembled. Mr Johnson met me. He had
just time to say, "I congratulate you, Mr Merry. You've done well.
You are worthy of my teaching!" when the prisoners were summoned aft.
We had given the old colonel his sword, that he might present it in due
form. He marched aft at the head of his men, and presented it to
Captain Collyer with a profound bow.
The Captain then addressed him. I was afterwards told what he said. It
was--
"I am surprised, monsieur, that you, an experienced soldier, who have
seen much service, should allow yourself and your men to be captured by
a single boat's crew and two midshipmen."
"Ma foi!" exclaimed the colonel, with an inimitable shrug of his
shoulders, and an indescribable expression of countenance, indicative of
intense disgust. "I am a brave man; I fear nothing--mais c'est ce
terrible mal de mer!" (this terrible sea-sickness.)
I do not know what Captain Collyer said in return, but I fancy he did
not pay the colonel any compliments on his gallantry. [I only hope that
Frenchmen, on other occasions, may have their valour cooled down to zero
by that terrible sea-sickness.] Grey and I were very agreeably surprised
when, instead of being reprimanded for what we had done, the captain
praised us very much for the daring way in which we had taken the
schooner. Mr Fitzgerald had told him all the particulars beforehand.
Somebody, however, was to blame for having taken the arms in the boat.
All the men, however, declared that they knew nothing about it, but that
the getting them in had been entirely managed by Ned Dawlish, who, being
dead, could say nothing in his defence, and was therefore found guilty.
The truth was, that the captain was very well-pleased at what had been
done, and was ready to overlook the disobedience of orders of which the
men had been guilty.
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