Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.: A Tale of the Royal Navy of To-dayJeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
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Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.: A Tale of the Royal Navy of To-day
Jeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
Adventure stories; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
Each one thought that the safety of his head and his pigtail depended
upon his exertions, and no greater stimulus was required. Though a
Chinaman may not dread death, he dislikes the idea of the preliminary
pain sufficiently strongly.
At any rate, they coaled our five ships with a speed which could not be
equalled by the smartest ship in the Channel Fleet.
During this time we doctors were extremely busy, and, more by good luck
than by excessive skill, the wounded progressed favourably.
They were all aboard the _Hoi Feng_—the steamer I had converted into a
hospital ship for them—and did extremely well. Pattison was
convalescent in ten days. Saunderson and little Cummins joined him soon
after, and all three were always ready to greet me cheerily whenever I
climbed up the side, Cummins chuckling hugely, and annoyingly, at having
"dodged the doctors", because he knew well that I had at first thought
his arm would have to come off.
Young Glover rather worried me. The boy’s wounds would not heal
properly, and the wound in the chest must have penetrated more deeply
than I, at first, had thought, because he developed some pleurisy on
that side.
Helston’s broken arm was also on the way to recovery, and the rest in
harbour and the comparative immunity from worry did him a vast amount of
good.
I took him for walks ashore every day when it did not rain, but was
always careful to land on the side opposite to the town, and never went
anywhere near One Gun Hill or Hopkins’s bungalow. He always made great
efforts to talk about every subject under the sun, but before we had
gone far he inevitably reverted to the one subject—Milly. It was
slightly tedious, and tried me considerably; but the man’s whole
existence was centred round her, so I suppose it was natural.
That did not make it any the less boring, however.
Our people had been for a month on salt provisions, but we were able to
supply them now with fresh vegetables from the island, and killed the
few oxen and goats we could find to give them fresh meat.
There had been many fowls on the island, but, unfortunately, during the
first two days, the coolies had eaten them all.
However, there were plenty of pheasants and pigeons in the woods, and
from somewhere or other guns appeared—every officer seemed to have
brought one, though little did any of us think that we should get any
sport—and shooting-parties landed every day and were so successful, that
the wounded on board the _Hoi Feng_ fairly revelled in fresh game.
The fresh meat and the vegetables did probably more good than all our
doctors’ skill; at any rate, we attributed the excellent progress they
made to this change of diet—and rightly, I think.
Eventually the weather moderated, and Helston sent the _Sylvia_ to
Shanghai to telegraph his dispatches to Peking and to the Admiralty at
home, to purchase more surgical dressings and more cattle, and to await
instructions from England before returning.
Ping Sang went with her.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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