My First Voyage to Southern SeasKingston, William Henry Giles
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My First Voyage to Southern Seas
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Oceania -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
However, I must not repeat the numberless yarns I heard, or I shall not
have space for my own adventures. As soon as we had anchored, the
health-boat came off to us. She was a large, gaily-painted boat, manned
by a mahogany-coloured crew with red caps and sashes, and white shirts,
all jabbering away in very unpleasant-sounding Portuguese. As no one
had actually died on board, the passengers were allowed to go on shore;
but the captain warned them that, should a southerly wind spring up, he
would have instantly to put to sea, and that, should any of them not
have returned on board, they would lose their passages. Very few,
therefore, took advantage of the privilege. Meantime all the
passengers' bedding and clothes were got up on deck, and their berths
were well fumigated and dried with hanging stoves, and the whole space
they occupied thoroughly cleansed.
The great difficulty was to get the ship into better trim by heaving
overboard some of the ballast. Mr Henley exerted himself greatly to
get this done by shifting a little of the cargo at a time, so as to get
down to the ballast; but after all, very little could be done to remedy
the evil.
I was very anxious to get on shore, both for my own sake to see the
place, and also to give Solon the means of stretching his legs. I was
delighted, therefore, when Dr Cuff told me that he had obtained leave
for me to accompany him. We went in a shore boat. Dr Cuff advised me
always to make use of the boats belonging to a place, as more suited for
the purpose. He said that he had seen so many accidents occur in
consequence of officers despising this caution, and insisting on landing
without necessity in their own boats. An unexpected roller has come in
and turned them over and over, drowning all hands, while the odd-looking
and despised native boat has landed her passengers in perfect safety.
Away bounded Solon the moment he saw me fairly landed, scampering along
the sand, throwing it up and barking, and then hurrying back to me and
licking my hand, and leaping up over and over again, and then, in the
exuberance of his joy, away he went once more to repeat the same
manoeuvres.
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