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
"This wonderful occurrence (for I own that it did surprise even me, and
I could not have believed it had another man told it me) brought me to a
stand-still, and compelled me to form a new plan for my future
proceedings. I was unwilling to give up the enterprise, though I saw
the full risk I was running; but dangers never daunted me,--I should
think not,--and I determined at every hazard to proceed. I accordingly
retraced my steps a day's journey, when I found the attractive powers of
the Pole of less force; and then erecting a lofty pyramid of snow, I
placed my compass on the summit, and carefully covered it. On the top
of all I fastened a red pocket-handkerchief, secured to a walking-stick,
in order to make the object still more conspicuous. Having performed
this work, I lay down in a snow hut to rest, and the next morning again
set forward towards the Pole."
The boatswain stopped to clear his throat.
"That is very interesting, Mr Johnson," said Grey. "Do go on."
"I'll indulge you, young gentlemen--I'll indulge you; and as I look upon
what I am going to tell you as the most interesting part of my
adventures, no one must interrupt me. The king on his throne mustn't
and sha'n't--till I have finished my authentic and veracious narrative."
"Mr Johnson! Mr Johnson! the captain wants you--sharp!" shouted Toby
Bluff, running along the deck. Mr Johnson gave a grunt, and, springing
from his seat, disappeared up the hatchway.
CHAPTER SIX.
I had a good constitution which had not been impaired by any excess, and
as Mr Perigal and the other oldsters of the mess kept strictly to the
law by which they had awarded to themselves two-thirds of the
youngsters' grog, my blood was not inflamed by having imbibed spirituous
liquors. I therefore, under Macquoid's judicious care, very rapidly
recovered from the effects of my wound. In a few days I could have got
up and run about, but as poor Grey, who was much more hurt than I had
been, was too weak to leave his hammock, I promised to remain in mine to
keep him company. When Macquoid came to me, therefore, one day and told
me that I might dress and go on deck, I replied in a very faint voice,
that I had not strength to move, and groaned a great deal when he moved
me to dress my wound.
"Some internal injury, I fear," he observed, "I must see to it."
He then turned to Spellman, to dress his cheeks. He groaned exactly in
the way I had done, and spoke in the same faint tone, declaring his
inability to rise.
"Ah, poor fellow, some internal injury, I fear; I must see to it,"
remarked the assistant-surgeon in the same tone, as he left us.
Miss Susan, thinking that he had quitted the sick bay, sat up in his
hammock, and made a well-known and expressive signal to me with his
thumb to his nose, which Macquoid, who happened at that moment to turn
his head, could not have failed to observe.
"Miss Susan, you donkey, you have spoilt all. We are found out," I
exclaimed. "Macquoid saw your sign to me."
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