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
"Terribly hot it was, close to the water, and so stifling that you
scarce could breathe, while the long glassy swell was far higher than
one thought it from the ship's deck; however, we had an awning hoisted,
and it refreshed one a little both to hear the water and feel it below
again, as the cutter went sliding and rippling over it to long slow
strokes of the oars; her crew being all men-o'-war's-men, that knew how
to pull together and take it easy. The young ladies kept gazing rather
anxiously at the big old _Seringapatam_, as she rose and dropped heavily
on the calm, amused though they were at first by a sight of their late
home turning 'gable' on to us, with her three masts in one, and a white
straw hat or two watching us from her taffrail; whereas, ahead, they
only now and then caught a glimpse of the brig's upper canvas, over a
hot, hazy, sullen-looking sweep of water as deep-blue as indigo--with
six hairy brown breasts bending before them to the oars, and as many
pair of queer, rollicking, fishy sort of eyes, fixed steadily on the
bonnets aft, in a shame-faced, down-hill kind of way, like fellows that
couldn't help it. In fact, I noticed a curious grin now and then on
every one of the men's faces, and a look to each other when they caught
sight of myself sitting behind the mate, as he paid out his high-flying
speeches; Jacobs, again, regarding me all the while out of the whites of
his eyes, as it were, in a wooden, unknowing fashion fit to have made a
cat laugh--seeing he never missed his mark for one moment, and drew back
his head at every pull with the air of a drunken man keeping sight of
his own waistcoat buttons.
"By the time we were halfway, the swell began to get considerable, and
the mate stepped up abaft to look for the gig. 'Can't see the boat yet,'
said he; 'give way there, my lads--stretch out and bend your backs!
there's the brig!' 'Hallo!' exclaimed he again, 'she's clued up royals
and to'gallants'ls! By heavens! there go her tops'ls down too! Going to
bend new sails, though, I daresay, for it looks clear enough there.'
'The ship's run up a flag, aft sir,' said Jacobs. 'The----so she has,'
said Finch, turning round; 'recall signal! What's wrong? Sorry _we_
can't dine aboard the French vessel this time, ladies!' said he,
'extremely _so_--and the griffins there after all, too. I hope _you_
won't be disappointed in any great measure, Miss Hyde; but if you wished
it now, miss, I'd even _keep_ on, and----'
"The young lady coloured a little at this, and turned to her companion
just as I remembered her doing from the dragoon in the ball-room. 'Do
you not think, Miss Wyndham,' said she, '_we_ ought not to wish any
officer of the ship should get reproved, perhaps, on _our_ account?' 'Oh
dear, no,' said Miss Wyndham: 'indeed, Mr Finch, you had better go back,
if the captain orders you.'
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