Salt Water: The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the MidshipmanKingston, William Henry Giles
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Salt Water: The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the Midshipman
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"I have thought of that," said Mr Vernon. "You must pretend to be
dumb; I hope that you will not have to hold your tongue long. I wish
you also to take your violin. I do not know that the Turks ever play
it; but you must be my slave, you know--a Christian slave, not long
captured,--and that will account for your knowledge of so Nazarene-like
an instrument. Miss Norman heard you play once on board, and you will
thus certainly attract her notice, and be able to hold communication
with her."
"Oh! excellent--excellent," I exclaimed, enchanted at finding the very
event I had once dreamed of about to be realised. "When are we to
commence our adventure?"
"As soon as I can arrange our costumes, and make other necessary
preparations. Captain Poynder, after he has landed us, intends to watch
off the coast, and to stand in at night, to be ready to render us any
assistance we may require."
Two days after this conversation, a party of travellers were seen
issuing from the ancient gates of the city of Tangiers,--in days long
gone by, when Charles the Second ruled the land, held by a British
garrison, till delivered over to the Portuguese. He who seemed to be
the leader of the party rode a strong, active horse, and was habited in
long, dark, flowing robes, a turban of many folds of muslin, long yellow
boots, and spurs of great size. A large moustache, and a beard bushy
and long, almost concealed his month. The ink-horn at his waist, and
his want of weapons of defence, showed that he was a peaceable
character. A lad also, in an Eastern dress, though of simple and
somewhat coarse materials, followed him on a stout mule, which likewise
carried a pair of saddle-bags, and a small square chest secured in
front. Slung over the back of the youth was a long case, of curious
form. A dagger at his side was the only arm he wore. A tall man,
well-armed with matchlock and scimitar, rode ahead on a stout nag. On
his head was the high red Moorish cap, with many folds of muslin twisted
round it. The flowing hair fell over his shoulders, above which he wore
a soolham of red cloth, while gaily-worked yellow boots, and a pair of
spurs of cruel length and sharpness, adorned his feet. He evidently
felt his importance, as the protector and fighting-man of the party.
Another personage followed, of inferior rank, with a mule, which carried
the chief part of the baggage. The country through which they travelled
was of an undulating character, but parched by the suns of summer, the
beds of the winter torrents being now stony ravines, and the only green
visible being furze and palmetto, and here and there patches of Indian
corn not quite ripe, though the stubble of fine wheat and barley
extended over a considerable portion of the ground.
"D'Arcy, my boy, how do you like being turned into a young Turk?" said
Mr Vernon, calling me up to him, after we had proceeded some way.
I touched my mouth, and pointed to out escort.
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