Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
On the main deck was a railed space named the _pound_, wherein the
prisoners were allowed to walk and amuse themselves during the day;
and there they were at liberty to expose for sale those boxes of
dominoes, toy ships, buttons, bodkins, and other trifles, which, with
the native ingenuity of their country, French prisoners were wont to
manufacture from their ration bones and pieces of wood given to them
by the ship carpenter.
But from the character of our prisoners--the refuse of the other
prison hulks--I found few such traces of industry on board the
_Alceste_.
In consequence of the absence of the marines, the discomfort of the
ship while lying careened to port, and her vicinity to the land,
Lieutenant I---- soon found the prisoners in a furious state of
discontent, and beginning to encourage hopes of breaking loose by
cutting a hole in the ship's side with a knife.
The ringleaders he had punished according to his printed regulations;
but ten days in the black hole, among rats and bilge-water, extra
deck-cleaning duty, and short allowance of hard biscuits and stale
"swipes," utterly failed to repress their turbulence and
insubordination.
There were sailors, soldiers, privateersmen, merchant-seamen,
civilians, and even officers who had broken their parole, crammed
together in wretchedness and filth, some of them being almost in a
state of nudity, with nothing more than a piece of old sail tied
round them, notwithstanding all the excellent regulations of the
Transport Board, and the exertions of the officers and slender crew
of the _Alceste_, for most of these Frenchmen were now so desperate
and degraded that they cared less for death than life. Thus, never
shall I forget the impression made upon me when I looked along the
far vista of the lower deck, when the flakes of yellow sunlight were
streaming across it through the barred gratings of the triced-up
ports, and saw the tattered figures, the scrubby beards, the scarred
forms--scarred less in battle than by prison brawls (for some who
were obnoxious to the rest were horribly mutilated)--the shock heads
of black, uncombed hair, the unwashed visages and bloodshot eyes of
those prisoners--the dull apathy of some, the ferocious hate
exhibited by others; and when I heard the yells, screams, obscenity
and mockery with which they greeted us as new comers, and chiefly
when my guard, as a hint, deliberately loaded their carbines with
ball-cartridge before them.
"From what do all these miseries and disorders arise?" I asked, as we
retired and entered the great cabin, the windows of which faced to
the coast of Kent.
"You may well inquire," replied Lieutenant I----; "they have their
origin in an inordinate passion for gambling."
"Gambling?"
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