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
"To get up and come with me," said he; "and listen, my young friend,--if
you attempt to run away, I will simply blow your brains out. I don't
wish you any harm, as I have proved; but necessity compels me to be
explicit."
I did not know whether or not he was in earnest; but as it is dangerous
to trifle with a man who has the power to put so unpleasant a threat in
execution, I thought it wisest to obey him. I accordingly followed him
on deck, when he took my hand and led me along a plank which was thrown
from the vessel to the shore. We walked through the narrow street of a
village odoriferous of fish, and then out into the country, which in
agreeable contrast smelt of fresh grass and flowers. Proceeding along a
road which, by looking at the stars overhead, I judged ran inland, we
reached a farm-house, standing a little back from the road. The
smuggler knocked with his fist at the floor, but no one answered, nor
was any light seen through the windows. We waited some further time
without receiving any answer to our summons.
"_Morbleu_! I forgot the hour; they have all gone to bed. I must knock
again," said he, giving several thundering blows on the door.
At length a female voice asked who was there.
"It is Captain Didot and a friend; open quick, good Madeleine," he said
in French. "We are tired and hungry and sleepy, and wish to be inside
instead of outside your door."
"Ah! it is you, Monsieur Didot, I know full well," answered the voice.
"I will let you in."
We were, however, kept some time longer, and at last the door opened,
and a young woman made her appearance, dressed in a high white cap and
short petticoats, dark woollen stockings, and wooden shoes, but very
neat and trim. I had never before seen a woman in so odd a rig. She
smiled a welcome to my companion, and shutting the door behind us, a
good deal of talking took place; but though I could manage to make out
Captain Didot's French, I did not understand a word she said. We then
went into a nice clean parlour, with a red-brick floor, and sat down and
talked again. Suddenly, up jumped the lady in the high cap, and after
an absence of ten minutes or so, returned with a tray covered with
eatables and drinkables. I instinctively drew my chair to the table at
the sight without waiting to be bid, whereat our hostess smiled, and
observed that the _pauvre enfant_ was hungry. Captain Didot took the
hint and helped me; nor did he forget himself; and setting to work, we
made a very capital supper.
"I must now be off," observed Monsieur Didot, as he came to an anchor;
"but before I go, I must give you a caution, Monsieur Englishman. You
are not to make your appearance outside these garden walls for the next
fortnight. If you attempt to get away, ill-will come of it. Remember
that madame here will take care of you, and you may have as much fruit
to eat and wine to drink as you like; and now, good night, my friend.
You hear, do you not?"
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