Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
looking towards the town, we saw that the sea had swept away many of the
houses in the lower part, while the water rushed through the streets,
extinguishing some of the fires, and must have overwhelmed all caught in
its embrace. Mr Ringer proposed that we should make our way to the
barracks, but the ladies were unwilling to encounter the storm, and
begged to remain where they were. Evening was now approaching, but the
hurricane gave no signs of abating. In whatever direction we looked we
could see its dire effects. Not a shrub, not a cane, remained standing.
Every tree had been blown down. It seemed as if a vast scythe had
passed over the land. The uproar continued as loud as before.
"This is a mighty curious country," shouted Larry to me. "It beats a
faction fight in Tipperary hollow. I was after thinking it was the most
peaceable disposed part of the world, seeing how quiet it has been since
we came out here. Hullo! what's that?"
There was a loud rumbling sound. The earth shook beneath our feet.
"It's an earthquake," cried Mr Ringer. "Heaven forbid that it should
increase."
The ladies clung to Mr Martin with looks of terror. Again there came
that fearful shaking of the earth; many of the remaining buildings
toppled over. Flashes of lightning, brighter than I had ever before
beheld, darted from the sky and lighted up the sea. Even the night
scarcely added to the horrors of those moments, as far as we were
concerned, though it must have done so to the miserable people still
within the precincts of the town. At one time the water seemed to
recede altogether out of the bay, but presently, as if gathered up in a
heap, it once more rolled over the land.
Hour after hour went by, till about midnight, almost as suddenly as it
had commenced, the hurricane passed away from us on its devastating
course; and in a short time, excepting the roar of the surf upon the
shore, scarcely a sound was heard. On this we set out for the barracks,
hoping that they had withstood the tempest. Although they had suffered
considerably, the larger portion had escaped.
Mr Martin and his wife and daughter warmly expressed their gratitude to
us for having rescued them from their perilous position, saying that
they must have perished had we not come to their assistance.
"I wish that I had a home to which to invite you, said Mr Martin, with
a melancholy smile; but I trust that my house may ere long be rebuilt,
and that I may have the means of showing my gratitude better than I can
now."
"I shall be very happy to stay with you if I have the chance," I
answered; "but I suspect it will be a long time before I again get
leave."
The officers, as might have been expected, received us in the kindest
way possible. Duffy was delighted to see us. He fancied I might have
gone on board, and sailed before the hurricane came on.
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