Some Persons UnknownHornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
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Some Persons Unknown
Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
Nevertheless he was seen at mid-day perched upon the extreme
weather-end of the fore-t'-gallan' yard-arm, holding on to nothing, but
playing his melodeon to his heart's content. The whole ship's company
turned out to watch him, while the chief officer himself went aloft to
coax him down. To him Clunie declared that he could see Liverpool as
plain as a pike-staff on the port bow, that he could read the time by
the town-hall clock, and that he wasn't coming down till he could step
right off at the docks. Our ingenious chief was, however, once more
equal to the occasion, and at last induced Clunie to return to the deck
in order to head a mutiny and take command of the ship. When he did
reach the deck, he rushed straight for me, the mate tripped him up, and
in another minute he was wailing and cursing, and foaming at the mouth,
with the irons on his wrists and a dozen hands holding him down. It
appeared that the two of them had arranged, up aloft, to burn me alive
as an offering to Neptune on crossing the line; to behead the captain
and all the male passengers; and to make all females over the age of
thirty walk the plank that afternoon. The last idea must have emanated
from our wicked old chief himself.
* * * * *
They put him first in the second mate's cabin, which opened off the
passage leading to the saloon. His language, however, was an unsavoury
accompaniment to our meals, and it was generally felt that this
arrangement could not be permanent. Though shackled hand and foot, and
guarded day and night by an apprentice, he managed to escape, in a
false nose and very little else, on the second afternoon. A number of
us effected his capture on the main deck, but I was the only one whose
action in the matter he appeared to resent. He spent the rest of that
day in hoarsely cursing me from the second mate's berth. On the morrow
we lost the trade-wind, which had carried us nearly to the line. All
day we wallowed in a stream of rain upon an oily sea. But the damp
of the doldrums seemed to suit the poor fellow in the second mate's
cabin; at all events, his behaviour improved; and in a couple of days
(when we were fortunate enough to drift into the south-east trades)
the carpenter's berth, in the for'ard deck-house, was ready for his
reception, with a sheet of iron over the door, stout bars across the
port-hole, and the carpenter's locker securely screwed up.
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