Morley Ashton: A Story of the Sea. Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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Morley Ashton: A Story of the Sea. Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Fiction; Sea stories; Yellowback books
Great, indeed, is now the change, from those days when the _Paul_, of
Plymouth, let go her anchor in the Ganabara Janeiro, as the bay was
then named.
If a man wishes to kill time or bury care, few places afford better
means for doing so than Rio, where all classes of that mixed race
which inhabit it have an unlimited love for mirth and pleasure; but
in vain did Morley Ashton, to the utmost of his limited means, visit
the opera, where the loveliest women of Brazil may be seen in full
ball costume, seated in boxes that are without fronts, as in our
European theatres; and alike in vain he sought the public
masquerades, and those glorious gardens by the cool seashore, for he
had but one idea, one desire, to see Rio sink astern.
In this public garden, which is laid out with wonderful taste and
skill by a Scottish gardener, with enormous flower-pots, shrubberies,
and parterres, with winding walks between, bordered by tropical
trees, whose luxuriant foliage forms cool shades from the sun, are
beautifully-formed alcoves of trellis work, painted bright green and
gold, and over these are trained the gorgeous and odoriferous
flowering plants of that lovely clime; and in these great bowers are
nightly supper parties, lighted less by gas than by the moon or
stars, where music, mirth, laughter, love, flirtation, and frequently
dancing, make the night glide into morning unperceived; but of all
this, too, did our lost lover soon weary.
To lessen his gnawing anxiety, to spend the weary time, to make
himself useful, and in some measure, by doing so, to repay, if only
by mere manual labour, the friendliness of Tom Bartelot, Morley tried
to become available on board the _Princess_, which was being rapidly
got ready for sea, and he endeavoured to interest himself in all the
details thereof.
Every huge round cask of sugar or tobacco that was lowered into the
capacious hold seemed to hasten her departure, and every day that
passed was reckoned by our lover as one less of absence from Ethel.
Ah! if, after all he had undergone, he should only meet her to find
that she was lost to him for ever! But he thrust that idea aside,
and, in spite of all that Tom Bartelot would say, he "tallyed on" at
the rope, and "took his spell," like a veritable negro, at hoisting
in the cargo.
A numerous gang of slaves, natives of Angola (for to that province
the trade in "black passengers" is restricted in Brazil), sent by the
merchant who had chartered the ship, soon accomplished this, and ere
long the hatches were battened down, the tarpaulins spread over them,
and the iron bands locked round the coamings.
Many of those slaves who worked on board were captured fugitives; and
to Morley's European eye there was something strikingly repulsive in
the iron neck-collars with which they were accoutred, like mastiff
dogs, while others had masks of tin that concealed the lower part of
their faces, and were secured at the back by iron padlocks.
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