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
"'Twas what none but a seaman would have observed, and many a seaman
wouldn't have done so--but a man-o'-war's-man is used to look out at all
hours, in all latitudes--and to a man that knew its meaning, _this_
would have been no joke, even out of sight of land; as it was, the
thing gave me a perfect thrill of dread. High aloft in the heavens
northward, where they were freest from the sun--now standing over the
open horizon amidst a wide bright pool of light--you managed to discern
a small silvery speck, growing slowly, as it were, out of the faint blue
hollow, like a star in the daytime, till you felt as if it _looked_ at
you, from God knows what distance away. One eye after another amongst
the mates and crew joined Jacobs' and mine, with the same sort of dumb
fellowship to be seen when a man in London streets watches the top of a
steeple; and however hard to make out at first, ere long none of them
could miss seeing it, as it got slowly larger, sinking by degrees till
the sky close about it seemed to thicken like a dusky ring round the
white, and the sunlight upon our seaward quarter blazed out doubly
strong--as if it came dazzling off a brass bell, with the bright tongue
swinging in it far off to one side, where the hush made you think of a
stroke back upon us, with some terrific sound to boot.
"The glassy water by this time was beginning to rise under the ship with
a struggling kind of unequal heave, as if a giant you couldn't see kept
shoving it down here and there with both hands, and it came swelling up
elsewhere.
"To north-westward or thereabouts, betwixt the sun and this ill-boding
token aloft, the far line of open sea still lay shining motionless and
smooth; next time you looked, it had got even brighter than before,
seeming to leave the horizon visibly; then the streak of air just above
it had grown grey, and a long hedge of hazy vapour was creeping as it
were over from beyond--the white speck all the while travelling down
towards it slantwise from nor'ard, and spreading its dark ring slowly
out into a circle of cloud, till the keen eye of it at last sank in, and
below, as well as aloft, the whole north-western quarter got blurred
together in one gloomy mass. If there was a question at first whether
the wind mightn't come from so far nor'ard as to give her a chance of
running out to sea before it, there was none now--our sole recourse lay
either in getting nearer the land meanwhile, to let go our anchors ere
it came on, with her head _to_ it--or we might make a desperate trial to
weather the lee-point now far astern. The fact was, we were going to
have a regular tornado, and that of the worst kind, which wouldn't soon
blow itself out; though near an hour's notice would probably pass ere it
was on.
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