The Green Hand: Adventures of a Naval LieutenantCupples, George
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The Green Hand: Adventures of a Naval Lieutenant
Cupples, George
Sea stories; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
all--though, God knows, no man can say what _that_ does but one
that's--felt it!--_I_--I mean I _knew_--a young fellow that went out as
ambitious as you can be, and he----'
"Here the planter's voice shook a little, and he stopped, puffing at his
cheroot till the short end of it just lighted up his hook nose and part
of his big white whiskers in the dark, only you saw his eye glistening,
too. 'Devil take it!' thought I, 'who'd have expected the old boy to be
so sharp, though?' 'Well but, Collins,' said he at last, 'just you enter
heart and soul into your profession; I'd stake my life you'll rise, who
knows how far--when you get captain's pay even, _then_ you may think of
it--that is, if she----' 'Why,' said I, 'd'ye suppose the judge
would----' '_Judge!_' exclaimed Mr Rollock--'worse and worse! Weren't we
talking of pretty little Kate Fortescue? My _dear_ boy, you don't intend
to say you mean Miss Hyde! I left _that_ to your puppy of a "first
officer," as they call him! Why, that young girl will be the beauty of
Calcutta.' At this I fancied someone else gave a whistle near us. 'Of
course, sir,' said I, raising my voice, 'you didn't suppose me such a
fool.' In fact, Miss Fortescue had never entered my head at all.
'Something strange about _you_, Collins!' said the planter, a little
shortly; 'you puzzle me, I must say.' As we turned to go below, I heard
somebody walk down the poop-ladder, and then the mate's voice sung out
from the binnacle to 'strike eight bells!'
"The calm was as dead as ever next morning, and, if possible, hotter
than before--not a rope changed aloft, nor a cloth in the sails moved;
but it was pretty hazy round us, which made the water a sort of pale
old-bottle blue, that sickened you to look at; and a long dipping and
drawling heave gradually got up as if there were blankets on it; the
ship, of course, shifting round and round again slowly, like a dog going
to lie down, and the helm giving every now and then a sudden jolt. Near
noon it cleared up with a blaze of light, as it were; the sole
difference at first being, that what looked like melting lead before now
turned into so many huge bright sheets of tin, every sudden bend of it
as good as flashing up thousands of needles in your eyes. A good deal
surprised we were, however, shortly after, to find there was a sail in
sight, another square-rigged vessel, seemingly standing up on the
horizon six or seven miles off. Being end on to us at the time, though
every glass in the ship was brought to bear on her, 'twas hard to say
what she was; then she and we went bobbing and going up and down with a
long round heave between us, slowly enough, but always at cross
purposes, like two fellows see-sawing on a plank over a dyke. When she
was up, we were down, and we just caught sight of her royal, no bigger
than a gull on the water; jerk went our rudder, and next time she seemed
to have vanished out of the glasses altogether, till we walked round to
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