Out of the Hurly-Burly; Or, Life in an Odd CornerClark, Charles Heber
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Out of the Hurly-Burly; Or, Life in an Odd Corner
Clark, Charles Heber
American fiction -- 19th century; Humorous stories
I watched Bob as he looked at the wretched man. His face flushed with
indignation as he recalled the injury done to him by Smiley, and he
looked as if he would have found intense satisfaction in an attempt to
give the lieutenant a thrashing on the spot. But he did not contemplate
such a performance, and Bessie clung tightly to his arm, half afraid
that he might have a sudden and irresistible impulse to revenge, and
half afraid lest Smiley might make some shocking demonstration against
the party in that public place. As he staggered past us he recognized
us; and, brutalized as he was with liquor, he seemed to feel the shame
of his condition and the infamy of his past conduct. He went away to the
other side of the boat and concealed himself from view.
When the vessel left the wharf and proceeded down the bay, past the
fort, we walked about the lower deck, looking at the scenery and at the
shipping which thronged the water. No one of us perceived Smiley or knew
that he was near us. We had, indeed, suffered ourselves to forget the
scene we had just witnessed, and we were speaking of other matters. As I
stood by the railing with my wife and the Magruders, Bob and Bessie came
out from the cabin, and Bob had just spoken one word, when a man came
with a hurried and uneven step to the gangway. It was Smiley. He had
been sitting in the corner behind one of the beams of the boat, with his
hat pulled over his eyes. The rail at the gangway swings aside to admit
of passage to and from the wharf. Now it opened out upon the water.
Smiley paused for one moment, with his fingers clenched upon it; then he
flung it wide open, and leaped forward into the sea.
A cry of horror came from the lips of those who saw him make the plunge,
and instantly the steamer resounded with screams for help. Before any of
us could recover from the paralysis of terror occasioned by the act,
Smiley rose to the surface far away from the boat, and with a shriek so
awful, so full of agony and despair, that it chilled the blood of those
who heard it, he threw up his arms and sank. In a second Bob tossed off
his coat, and before I could restrain him he leaped into the water. He
rose instantly, and struck out boldly in the direction in which Smiley
had been seen.
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