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
"From where we lay at the time, what with the large creek off one bow,
and the broad river ahead of us, spreading brimful along to the light,
the water had the look of a huge lake, fringed in by a confused hazy
bluish outline steeping in the heat, where the distance clipped behind
the lumps of keen verdure, showering over a dark mangrove-covered point.
Before the two large quarter-boats could be got ready for the ladies and
the rest of us, in fact, we heard the gigful of writers and cadets
beginning to pop away at everything they saw alive, out of sight of the
ship, till at last we were afloat, too, pulling slowly into the middle
of the stream, and the men eyeing us lazily as they turned-to about the
rigging, to send up new spars in place of those lost. The old Indiaman's
big bows stood looming up broad astern of us on the sluggish eddies
round her cable, with her tall, steady forespars and furled yards rising
white against the low line of marshy shore in the distance, and wavering
in her shadow below, till the thick green branches of the next point
shut her out, and the glare off the face of the creek shot level over
all of us in the two cutters, wild with every kind of feeling that India
passengers could have after two months' voyage.
"For my own part, I should have had rather a suspicion how absurd it was
to go a-pleasuring in an African river we knew nothing about, especially
when I saw that a day or two so long after the rains might suck it up,
during ebb, into a pretty narrow mid-channel; all I thought of was,
however, that I was steering the boat with Violet Hyde in it, the
kitmagar holding his gaudy punkah over her before me, while the judge,
with his gun in his hands, was looking out as eagerly, for the time, as
the four griffins were pulling furiously, in spite of the heat that made
the sweat run into their eyes.
"The other party were soon off ahead of us up the main river, under care
of the Scotch surgeon, laughing, talking, and halloing in chase of the
cadets who had first left. However, Sir Charles thought there was more
likelihood of game along the creek, and the ladies fancied it something
new, so I steered right into it; the fat midshipman, Simm, watching me
critically as I handled the yoke-lines, which he had given up to me in a
patronising way, and the sailor in the bow regarding the exertions of
the griffins with a knowingly serious expression, while he dabbled his
flipper at ease in the water.
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