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
Saying this, I followed him on deck, where I seated myself on the
companion-hatch; and as I played away, in spite of the tumbling of the
little vessel in the heavy sea running, all the Frenchmen, including
Monsieur Didot, kept skipping, and jumping, and whirling about, hugging
each other like bears, and shouting with glee at having saved their
cargo from the clutches of the revenue people. We were standing,
close-hauled, towards the French coast. I looked anxiously for the
wherry, for I thought Hanks would have followed; but she was nowhere in
sight. One of the Englishmen was at the helm, and the other two were
forward. They were sulky brutes, and seemed much more bitter against me
than were the Frenchmen. Whenever I ceased playing, the skipper gave me
a hint to go on again; and there sat I, one of His Majesty's officers,
scraping away on an old Cremona for the amusement of a set of smugglers
and outlaws. The scene struck me as so ludicrous that I burst into a
loud fit of laughter till the tears began to stream down my cheeks. I
fiddled all the faster, till the delight of the Frenchmen knew no
bounds; and as a proof of their regard, some of them came up and
actually almost hugged the breath out of my body, calling me a brave
_garcon_, a jolly _garcon_ and an ornament to my country. This fun
continued till we made the land, about dark. Some time afterwards, I
found that we were running into a small harbour, with a pier on one side
and a lighthouse on it. Its name I could not learn; but I supposed it
was somewhere to the eastward of Cherbourg. I was trying to make out
the look of the place, when the captain, touching me on the shoulder,
said, "Go down below, _my boy_; when I want you I will come for you."
There was that in his tone which showed me that it would be useless to
dispute his orders; so I returned to the cabin. Finding a berth with
some bed-clothes in it, I crept in, and coiling myself away, was soon,
fast asleep. I was awoke after some time by the skipper's voice. He
was holding up a lantern, and looking round, seemingly much surprised at
not seeing me. He laughed as I poked my head out of my crib.
"Ah, _mon petit_, you make yourself at home wherever you go," he
exclaimed. "But get up; you must come with me, and I will find a worthy
lady who will take good care of you for some time to come."
I answered that I was very much obliged to him, but that I wanted to
return home as soon as possible.
"Ah, that cannot be," said he, in a quiet tone. "I am sorry to
inconvenience you; but you will allow that it is better to be kept a
prisoner than to have been thrown overboard as food for the fish."
"Much obliged to you, monsieur," I replied. "I cannot dispute your
reasoning; so just be good enough to tell me what you want me to do."
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