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 three mates laid their heads gravely together over the capstan for
a minute or two, after which Finch seemed to perceive that the first of
the two ways was the safer; though, of course, the nearer we should get
to the land, the less chance there was of clearing it afterwards, should
her cables part, or the anchors drag. The two boats still alongside, and
two others dropped from the davits, were manned at once and set to
towing the Indiaman ahead, in-shore; while the bower and sheet anchors
were got out to the cat-heads ready for letting go, cables overhauled,
ranged, and clinched as quickly as possible, and the deep-sea lead
passed along to take soundings every few minutes.
"On we crept, slow as death, and almost as still, except the jerk of the
oars from the heaving water at her bows, and the loud flap of the big
topsails now and then, everything aloft save them and the brailed
foresail being already close furled; the clouds all the while rising
away along our larboard beam nor'-west and north, over the grey bank on
the horizon, till once more you could scarce say which point the wind
would come from, unless by the huge purple heap of vapour in the midst.
The sun had got low, and he shivered his dazzling spokes of light behind
one edge of it, as if 'twere a mountain you saw over some coast or
other; indeed, you'd have thought the ship almost shut in by land on
both sides of her, which was what seemed to terrify the passengers most,
as they gathered about the poop-stairs and watched it--_which_ was the
true land and which the clouds, 'twas hard to say--and the sea gloomed
writhing between them like a huge lake in the mountains.
"I saw Sir Charles Hyde walk out of the round-house and in again,
glancing uneasily about; his daughter was standing with another young
lady, gazing at the land; and at sight of her sweet, curious face, I'd
have given worlds to be able to do something that might save it from the
chance, possibly, of being that very night dashed amongst the breakers
on a lee-shore in the dark--or at best, suppose the Almighty favoured
any of us so far, perhaps landed in the wilds of Africa. Had there been
aught man could do more, why, though I never should get a smile for it,
I'd have compassed it, mate or no mate; but all was done that could be
done, and I had nothing to say. Westwood came near her, too, apparently
seeing our bad case at last to some extent, and both trying to break it
to her and to assure her mind; so I folded my arms again, and kept my
eyes hard fixed upon the bank of cloud, as some new weather-mark stole
out in it, and the sea stretched breathless away below, like new melted
lead.
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