Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
At last I was well enough to return to my duty; and glad I was to be
once more walking the quarter-deck, not as before, on the lee, but on
the weather side, with an epaulet on my shoulder. Strange to say, there
was not a midshipman in the ship (although there were so many) who had
served so long as I had, and in consequence there was not any
heart-burning or jealousy at my promotion, and I continued on the best
terms with my old mess-mates, although gradually lessening the intimacy
which existed between us. But that was not intentional on my part; it
was the effect of my promotion, and removal from the berth of a set of
lads to the company of the senior and older officers. I was now a man,
and had the feelings and thoughts of a man. My frolics and tricks were
discarded with the midshipman's coat; and in respecting my new rank I
respected myself.
Now that I walked on the same side of the deck, Captain Delmar very
often entered into conversation with me; and although at first it was
with caution on his part, yet, when he found that I never presumed, and
was, invariably, most respectful, he became on much more intimate terms
with me.
During three months we continued cruising about without falling in with
or having received any intelligence of the French frigate which we were
sent in quest of; at last Captain Delmar resolved to change the cruising
ground, and we ran up to ten degrees of latitude further north.
As we were running up, we fell in with an American brig, and brought her
to; a boat was sent for the captain, who, when he came on board, was
interrogated by Captain Delmar, as to his having seen or heard of any
French vessel on that coast. As the conversation took place on the
quarter-deck, and I was officer of the watch, I can repeat it.
"Well," replied the American through his nose, "I reckon there is a
Frenchman in these parts?"
"Have you fallen in with her?" inquired Captain Delmar.
"Well, I may say I have; for I lay alongside of her in Cartagena when I
was taking in my cargo of hides. You haven't such a thing as a spar as
will make me a pole top-gallant mast, captain, have you?"
"Is she large or small?"
"Well, captain, I don't care whether the spar be large or small; I've
two carpenters on board, and I'll soon dub it down into shape."
"I inquired about the vessel--I did not refer to the spar," replied
Captain Delmar, haughtily.
"And I referred to the spar, which is my business, and not to the
vessel, which is no consarn of mine," replied the American captain.
"You see, master, we have both our wants; you want information, I want a
spar: I have no objection to a fair swop."
"Well," replied Captain Delmar, rather amused, "give me the information
and you shall have the spar."
"That's agreed."
"Send for the carpenter, and desire him to get out a small spar, Mr
---," said Captain Delmar to the first lieutenant.
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