Great Britain -- History -- George III, 1760-1820 -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction
"And I'll tell you what would happen if we did," said Jacob. "As soon
as we set foot on shore the press-gang would be upon us, and whether we
liked it or not would carry us on board their ship to serve his Majesty.
I was very nearly caught once; had twenty fellows after me as hard as
they could pelt. Fortunately it was dusk, and I bolted down an alley
and into a court, and up a stair, and right under an old woman's bed,
and there I lay while the whole gang hunted about without finding me. I
know a place or two where we can lie hid till we learn what ships are
fitting out, and who are to command them. It's a great thing to get a
good captain, Harry. There are several captains I would like to sail
with well enough; but there are not a few whose ships are like hells
afloat, and you may depend on't I'll stand clear of them."
Jacob gave his old mother a hearty kiss, as putting a stick into his
bundle, he threw it over his shoulder.
"Don't take on, dame, now," he said. "I'll be back soon and bring you
no end of the rhino. Most of it, to be sure, slipped away from me at
the end of the last cruise before I got home; but I will take better
care of it this time for your sake, mother."
The old woman shook her head. She had been too long accustomed to find
that Jacob's money had slipped away before he got home to expect much,
though he had generally contrived to bring enough for his board while he
remained. Harry wrote a note, which he got a boy to carry to Captain
Falwasser, saying that he was going off to sea, and begging him to take
care of his bag till his return. With brisk steps, though Harry's heart
was heavy, the two young men took their way through the forest. They
looked like two active young seamen any captain would be glad to get
hold of. They cautiously approached the village of Hythe, opposite
Southampton, lest the press-gang might be there on the look-out for men.
The coast being clear, they ran across the beautiful estuary of the
Southampton Water in a wherry, and landing on the western side near
Itchin, pushed on towards Gosport. Night had closed in before they had
got to the end of their journey. Harry had seldom taken so long a walk;
but his muscles were well knit, and he might have gone still farther.
"We must keep a sharp look-out, mate," said Jacob; "the gangs are sure
to be about, and if they were to fall in with us, we might say good-bye
to liberty. But come along; there's a house I know of not far off, and
we shall be all right there if we once get inside the door."
Jacob led Harry down several lanes and alleys in which scenes of
drunkenness and vice met his eye, which, even accustomed to London as he
was, made his heart turn sick.
"And this is the way the defenders of our country spend their time on
shore!" he said to himself. "No wonder they are treated like brutes,
when they live like beasts without souls."
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