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
three thin white streaks of haze to be seen just on the horizon, one
upon another, above which you made out somewhat like a dim range of
peaked land, trending one couldn't say how far back--all showing how
fairly the coast was shutting her in upon the south-east, as she set
farther in-shore, even while the run of the current bade fair to take
her well clear of it ahead; which was, of course, all we need care for
at present. Her want of steerage-way, however, let the Indiaman sheer
hither and thither, till at times one was apt to get confused, and
suppose her more in with the landloom than she really was. Accordingly
the mate proved his good judgment by having a couple of boats lowered
with a tow-line, to keep her at least stem-on to the current, although
the trouble of getting out the launch would have more served his
purpose, and the deeper loaded the better, since in fact there were
_two_ favourable drifts instead of one, between every stroke of the
oars. The men pulled away rather sulkily, their straw hats over their
noses, the dip of the hawser scarce tautening at each strain, as they
squinted up at the _Seringapatam's_ idle figure-head. For my part I had
thought it better to leave him by himself, and go below.
CHAPTER XIV
"When I went into the cuddy, more for relief's sake than to dine, the
passengers were chattering and talking away round the tables, hot and
choking though it was, in high glee because the land was in sight from
the starboard port-window, and they fancied the officers had changed
their minds as to 'touching' there. Every now and then a cadet or two
would start up, with their silver forks in their hands, and put their
heads out; some asked whether the anchor had been seen getting ready or
not; others disputed about the colour of tropical trees, if they were
actually green like English ones, or perhaps all over blossoms and fruit
together--the whole of them evidently expecting bands of negroes to line
the shore as we came in.
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