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
conduct in not keeping a better look-out, he ordered the sails to be
trimmed, and every stitch of canvas the schooner could carry to be set
in readiness for the coming breeze, McAllister's and my eagerness may be
easily conceived. We both had an idea that the ship was English, and
that she would bring up the breeze. What was our disappointment, then,
when we saw the schooner's sails rilling out. Away she glided before
the breeze. The mist soon afterwards entirely cleared away, and
exhibited the stranger about two miles off. By her build and the cut of
her sails she was English. When she saw us, all sail was made on board
her; but the Audacieuse had a fast pair of heels, and it was soon
evident that she was leaving her pursuer far astern. Our hopes sank and
sank, and by nightfall we had run her out of sight. When morning
returned the stranger was nowhere to be seen.
Four days thus passed by. They were far from agreeable ones. Early on
the sixth we found a substantial breakfast on the table, and after we
had partaken of it with a suspicion that it was to be our last on board,
we were ordered on deck. Here we found the schooner hove-to, and all
our people assembled, while alongside lay one of the schooner's boats,
with oars and masts and sails, a water cask, and some hampers and cases
of provisions. There was a tarpaulin, and the boat was fitted in other
respects, as far as she could be, to perform a long voyage.
"There, my friends," observed the lieutenant; "I wish to part with you
on friendly terms. I do not desire to keep you as prisoners, as I am
bound on a long cruise, and I hope that you may regain your own ship in
safety. I will give you your course for Jamaica, which you may reach in
a week; farewell."
We had not a word to say against this arrangement, so, thanking the
Frenchman for his courtesy, we followed our men, who had before been
ordered into the boat. Even McAllister could not help putting out his
hand and exclaiming, "You are brave, as are most Frenchmen, but you are
honest and kind-hearted, and that is more than I, for one, will say of
some of your countrymen."
The lieutenant shrugged his shoulders and laughed as he shook our hands.
He was in high good spirits, as well he might be. We stepped into the
boat, and he waved his hand; we shoved off, and, bowing as politely as
we could force ourselves to do, we hoisted our sails and shaped a course
for Jamaica. The Audacieuse filled, and then, hauling her wind, stood
away to the eastward.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
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