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
"The Indiaman by this time had quite lost steerage-way and came sheering
slowly round, broadside to the sun, while the water began to glitter
like a single sheet of quicksilver, trembling and swelling to the firm
edge of it far off; the pale blue sky filling deep aloft with light, and
a long white haze growing out of the horizon to eastward. I kept still
looking over from the fore-chains with my arms folded, and an eye to the
water on the starboard side, next the sun, where, just a fathom or two
from the bright copper of her sheathing along the water-line, you could
see into it. Every now and then little bells and bubbles, as I thought,
would come up in it, and break short of the surface; and sometimes I
fancied the line of a slight ripple, as fine as a rope-yarn, went
turning and glistening round one of the ship's quarters, across her
shadow. Just then the old sailor behind me shoved his face over the
bulwark, too, all warts and wrinkles, like a ripe walnut-shell, with a
round knob of a nose in the middle of it, and seemed to be watching to
see it below, when he suddenly squirted his tobacco-juice as far out as
possible alongside, and gave his mouth a wipe with the back of his tarry
yellow hand; catching my eye in a shame-faced sort of way, as I glanced
first at him and then at his floating property.
"I leant listlessly over the rail, watching the patch of oily yellow
froth as it floated quietly on the smooth face of the water; till all at
once I started to observe that beyond all question it had crept slowly
away past our starboard bow, clear of the ship, and at last melted into
the glittering blue brine. The two men noticed my attention, and stared
along with me; while the owner of the precious cargo himself kept
looking after it wistfully into the wake of the sunlight, as if he were
a little hurt; then aloft and round about, in a puzzled sort of way, to
see if the ship hadn't perhaps taken a sudden sheer to port. 'Why, my
man,' I said, meeting his oyster-like old sea-eye, 'what's the reason of
_that_?--perhaps there is some current or other here, after all, eh?'
Just as he meant to answer, however, I noticed his watch-mate give him a
hard shove in the ribs with his huge elbow, and a quick screw of his
weather top-light, while he kept the lee one doggedly fixed on myself. I
accordingly walked slowly aft as if to the quarter-deck, and came round
the long-boat again, right abreast of them.
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