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
Yet these poor wretches were as merry as crickets withal, and tramped
away with their bare black feet on the sun-blistered deck, keeping
chorus and time to some uncouth ditty which they had learned in the
vast forests of their native Angola.
In their activity, especially under the long lash of their
broad-brim-hatted taskmasters, they formed a strange contrast to the
lazy Portuguese, or Spanish South Americans, who lounged, or, to use
a well-known western word, "loafed" about the piers and quays in the
sunshine, clad in their coarse but brilliantly-coloured _surreppas_
or blanket-cloaks, that hid their rags, or, it may be, nakedness
below; their poncho wrappers, or _abarcas_, or leather leggings,
wherein the dagger-knife was stuck, like the skene-dhu of the
Scottish Highlanders--solemn, stately, and polite ragamuffins, always
smoking, wherever or however got, a paper cigarito.
Slowly, slowly, to Morley Ashton, seemed to pass the hours of the
insipid anchor-watch, when he performed that duty, with his eyes
fixed on the countless lights of Rio, that shed long lines of
tremulous radiance across the bay, and his thoughts, as ever, with
Ethel Basset.
This is a small watch, composed of one, and, at times, of two men,
who look after the ship while at anchor or in port; and Morley was
frequently so abstracted or taciturn that his watchmate or companion,
when he had one, usually coiled himself up and dozed off to sleep
under the counter of the longboat, so our poor lover, when left in
charge of the deck, always forgot to strike the bell, which it was
his duty to do every half hour, as if the vessel were at sea.
On the 23rd July, after being thirteen days in Rio de Janeiro, the
_Princess_ was ready for sea, and blue peter flying at her
foremast-head. The hands were all busy preparing for their new and
long voyage; the royal-yards were crossed aloft; the chafing gear
(mats or other stuff to save the rigging from being frayed) was
shipped on the backstays, or wherever necessary; the last of the sea
stores were taken in, and the studding-sail gear rove.
The carpenter gave the ship a final touch of paint all round, the
standing and running rigging got their last overhauling, after the
fag-end of the cargo, which was principally composed of tobacco and
sugar, was hoisted in from a lighter alongside, and stowed away by
negroes between decks; the last boat laden with water had come off
and been hoisted to the davits, and about 4 P.M. Morley, with delight
in his heart, heard Bartelot's welcome order:
"All hands stand by the anchor--ahoy!"
It was soon heaved up, and hung dripping at the cathead; then came
the next orders to set the courses, cast loose the topsails, jib, and
staysails, to sheet home and hoist away.
Old Noah Gawthrop grasped the wheel, the sails filled, her head payed
off, and the tall cone of the giant Pao d'Asucar, which was before
astern, was now on the larboard bow, and the _Princess_ began to
leave the harbour of Rio.
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