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
"I had a spy-glass at my eye, making out the other shore, when, turning
round in the middle of it, the first thing I saw was Violet Hyde's face,
as she stood with one little foot on the stair-head behind me, holding
the rail with one hand, her eyes sparkling, and her parted lips
murmuring like one in a dream: 'Oh, Mr Collins!' exclaimed she,
breathless; 'what is this? Where are we--is it Fairyland? A _river_!'
'Yes, in Africa,' I said; 'but whether it's the Bembarooghe or the----'
'That fearful, fearful evening!' continued she, shuddering: 'I saw the
frightful sky, and heard the storm--and now!--_Were_ we not in some very
great danger, sir?' 'Yes, ma'am, we were,' replied I, as stiffly as I
could; 'but, happily, it's over now!' And I gave my cap a lift to move
off, uneasy as I was, every moment, lest Sir Charles should catch me
speaking again to his daughter. However, Miss Hyde was gazing eagerly
at the land, and I had to wait. 'What lovely, lovely green!' she half
whispered: 'oh, if one could only tread upon it!--so un-English those
strange tall trees look! are they not cocoa-nut trees and--and----'
Suddenly, her voice faltered, and she turned round with her bright blue
eyes swimming in tears--'How--how thankful we should be that we are
not--like our poor, poor friends, who were lost!' exclaimed she. I
thought of the poor captain below in his cot, but next moment I was
explaining, to her sheer amazement, how the real truth of the matter
stood, though, if possible, it seemed to horrify her still more. 'I
can't think what they may be,' I rapped out; 'but if I had the command
of this ship, I'd up anchor this very hour, and go out--at least as soon
as the tide ebbed; but, at any rate, at the Cape I mean to get hold of
some schooner or other, and if it were to China, why, I'll cruise after
'em till I----' 'Then you think,' began she, and an arch inquisitive
sort of look danced in both her eyes as she turned away to watch the
shore again, saying slowly, 'You _are_ a--a naval gentleman then, Mr
West--Mr Collins?' I tried to stammer out something by way of an
explanation, but it wouldn't do, and I said, 'At any rate, I'm no
better, by this time, than an idler aboard _here_, ma'am!'
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