On Foreign Service; Or, The Santa Cruz RevolutionJeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
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On Foreign Service; Or, The Santa Cruz Revolution
Jeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction; South America -- Fiction
In half an hour we saw three or four boats crowded with troops make for
the shore, saw the black ragamuffins jumping into the shallow water,
scrambling up the beach and lining the top of it, whilst more boats came
along from the transports. They went to and fro so rapidly that, before
the insurgents could get back to San Fernando, they must have had nearly
a thousand men ashore. At last some insurgents began to pour out of the
town along the beach, but directly they came in view, the cruisers began
to fire at them, their shells bursting right among them on the beach,
and the road, and among the trees behind it. The insurgents scattered
like smoke.
Presently we heard a good deal of rifle firing from the same spot, and
Wilson sang out, very excitedly, ’They’re still there, sir; I can see
them crawling along the beach, and there are others in the woods. The
regulars are firing rifles at them now, sir.’
However, regular troops were being landed in such numbers, and we could
see that they had already begun to push their way towards the town so
determinedly, that I thought there was every likelihood of San Fernando
being captured within an hour or two, and wished to goodness I had not
allowed all those officers of mine to go ashore.
I had just sent for the Commander, to see what could be done about
recalling them, when suddenly two loud reports of guns fired from
somewhere behind the town made me jump—they sounded so close, and were
so unexpected—and two spouts of water leapt up among the anchored ships
close under the bows of the _Presidente Canilla_. I guessed at once
that they came from those two 4.7 guns I had seen ashore, and smiled to
see my Sub’s face brighten. We all looked through our telescopes again
to see what would happen. ’Bang! Bang!’ the reports knocked against
our ears, the two guns had fired again, and two more water-spouts sprang
up just beyond the flagship. The noise came from the back of the town,
but I’m hanged if I could see the guns, though I searched the whole of
that tree-covered ridge most carefully.
I turned my glass on the ships and saw that they were all in confusion,
their crews running about like ants, and then a spurt of flame shot out
from the fo’c’stle of the flagship, and a large shell screamed and
shrieked over the town. The other cruisers began firing too, their
shells dropping all over the place, but very seldom bursting. One
struck a patch of swamp, and sent the mud flying up in fine style.
The two shore guns fired again, and this time I did see the thin
brownish smoke for a second, but a moment later couldn’t see the guns
themselves.
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