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
"Four bells of the afternoon watch had struck--two o'clock, that
is--when Rickett, the third mate, and one or two men, went out to the
arm of the spritsail-yard across the bowsprit, where they lowered away a
heavy pitch-pot with a long strip of yellow bunting made fast to it, and
weighted a little at the loose end, to mark the _set_ of the current;
and as the pot sank away out on her larboard bow, one could see the
bright-coloured rag deep down through the clear blue water, streaming
almost fairly _north_. She appeared to be nearing the turn of the eddy,
and the chief officer's spirits began to rise. Rickett screwed one eye
close, and looked out under his horny palm with the other, doubtful, as
he said, that we should 'sight the land off-deck before that. As for
this trifle of an air aloft, sir,' said he, 'I'm afraid we won't----'
'Hoot, Mr Reckett,' put in Macleod, stepping one of his long trouserlegs
down from over the quarter-deck awning, like an ostrich that had been
aloft, 'ye're aye afraid; but it's not easy to see aloft, Mr Fench,
sir.' 'How does the land lie _now_, Mr Macleod?' asked the first
officer. 'Well, I wouldn't wonder but we soon dropped it, sir--that's to
_east'ard_, I mean,' replied he; 'though it's what we call a bit
mountainous, in Scotland--not that unlike the Grampians, Mr Fench, ye
know!' 'Hang your Grampians, man!--what's _ahead_ of us, eh?' said the
mate hastily. 'Why, sir,' said the Scotchman, 'there _is_ some more of
it on the nor'-east, lower a good deal--its just flush with the water
from here, at present, Mr Fench--with a peak or two, trending away
too'ard north; but the light yonder on our starboard bow makes them hard
for to see, I may say.'
"In fact, some of the men forward were making it out already on the
starboard bow, where you could see the faint ragged shape of a headland
coming out, as it were, of the dazzle beyond the water, which lay
nickering and heaving between, from deep-blue far away into pale; while
almost at the same time, on her starboard quarter, where there was less
of the light, another outline was to be seen looming like pretty high
land, though still fainter than the first. As for the space betwixt
them, for aught one could distinguish as yet, there might be nothing
_there_ except air and water over against the ship's side.
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