The Convict Ship, Volume 2 (of 3)Russell, William Clark
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The Convict Ship, Volume 2 (of 3)
Russell, William Clark
Convict ships -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
‘What is it?’ said he. ‘Oh, it was brought aboard just afore we
started, and the captain gave it to me, thinking it might belong to
some of the soldiers or their wives as’d presently be claiming it.
It’s a herror,’ said he, looking at the parcel, ‘though the name of
this vessel’s wrote big enough for a monkey to read without glasses.
Let it lie. It’s out of the ways here.’ Then, looking around him,
he lost his temper. ‘Here’s a pretty go!’ he cried. ‘To think of a
Woolwich stowaway berthed in such a beautiful bedroom as this here!
It’s a-flying in the face of right, and it’s a-courting and caressing
of wickedness to make any one as has done wrong so comfortable. If this
gets wind, suffocate me if stowaways won’t breed thick as fleas in
vessels’ holds! But you’ll have to work.’
‘I’ll work, and work well,’ said I, smiling; ‘and as you treat me so
shall your reward be.’
He held the lantern to my face and said: ‘Where?’
‘Hobart Town.’
‘There’s no use a-dangling that sort of fly,’ said he; ‘I’m no one-eyed
fish. When I rise, it’s to summat juicy, with ne’er a hook in its
inside. Never you mind about Hobart Town, but turn to and get your
supper.’
I went to the pantry, where I found Frank. We supped off a dish that
had come from the cabin table. Frank informed me that had the captain
sent me to live before the mast, I should never have beheld or tasted
such a dish even in my dreams. ‘They starfs you,’ said he; ‘pork dot
vhas deadt of der measles, und beef dot vhas a horse until dey salt her
down into casks.’ Again he endeavoured to ascertain who I was and what
I meant to do on my arrival in Hobart Town. He said, if my connections
were flourishing people, he’d be very grateful if I’d put in a good
word for him. He was not born to this sort of life; he had seen better
days, wrote a good hand, and could correspond in three tongues. He had
signed articles for the round voyage, but was ready to run from the
ship if a chance offered.
I looked mysterious and smiled knowingly, and said I guessed that when
my friends heard my story they would be glad to do a kindness to any
one who had proved a friend to me during the passage. He put oil into
my cabin-lamp and showed me how to trim it, and assured me that any
little conveniences which he possessed were at my service. I learned
that my work ended at nine. At half-past eight, the materials for grog
were placed upon the cabin table, and at two bells I was at liberty to
go to bed.
‘But you’ll understand,’ said the steward, who gave me this
information, ‘that if all ’ands is called you must turn out. It’ll be
for me to sing down the hatch “All ’ands,” and you don’t stop to dress,
but rush up, for you’re never to know what hawful things ain’t on the
heve of ’appening when that loud cry of “All ’ands” rings through such
a big ship as this, and if you don’t turn out, then of course you’ll be
one of them parties as feel sorry for themselves next day.’
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