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
"We couldn't be much more than a hundred miles or so to south'ard of St
Helena; but we might be two thousand miles off the land, or we might be
fifty. I had only been once in my life near the coast thereaway, and
certainly my recollections of it weren't the most pleasant. As for the
charts, so little was known of it that we couldn't depend upon them; yet
there was no doubt the ship had been all night long in a strong set of
water toward north-east, right across her course. For my own part, I was
as anxious as anyone else to reach the Cape, and get rid of all this
cursed nonsense; for since last night, I saw quite well by her look that
Violet Hyde would never favour me, if I kept in her wake to the day of
judgment. There was I, too, every time I came on deck and saw those
round-house doors, my heart leapt into my throat, and I didn't know port
from starboard! But what was the odds, that I'd have kissed the very
pitch she walked upon, when _she_ wasn't for _me_!--being deep in love
don't sharpen the faculties neither, and the more I thought of matters
the stupider I seemed to get. 'Green Hand!' thought I, 'as Jacobs and
the larboard watch call me, it appears--why, they're right enough! A
green hand I came afloat nine years ago, and, by Jove! though I know the
sea and what belongs to it, from sheer liking to them, as 'twere--it
seems a green hand I'm to stick--seeing I know so blessed little of
womankind, not to speak of that whole confounded world ashore! With all
one's schemes and one's weather-eye, something new always keeps turning
up to show one what an ass he is; and hang me, if I don't begin to
suppose I'm only fit for working small traverses upon slavers and
jack-nasty-faces, after all! There's Westwood, without troubling
himself, seems to weather upon me, with her, like a Baltimore clipper on
a Dutch schuyt!' In short, I wanted to leave the _Seringapatam_ as soon
as I could, wish them all a good voyage together away for Bombay, sit
down under Table Mountain, and then perhaps go and travel amongst the
Hottentots by way of a change.
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