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
passed a fire of sticks blazing under a slab of rock, with the judge's
guinea-fowl plucked and roasting before it from a string, the bowman's
tarpaulin and his pipe lying near by--a sight that doubled the horror in
me, to know he had left the boat at all; and no doubt, as I thought,
taken fright and run off, man-o'war's-man though he was. I made three
springs over the stones down to the water, terrified to look in, hearing
it, as I did, splash and wash about the sides, up among the leaves of
the trees, while a couple of monstrous brutes were to be seen by the
light in the midst of it, still wallowing about, and seeming to enjoy
sending the whole pool in wide rings and waves as far as it would go,
with the noise besides; the one-half swimming and the biggest standing
aground as he poured the water out of his long trunk all over his back,
then broke off a branch and waved it to and fro like a fan round his
flapping leathery ears.
"Such a moment I hope never to know again--not the least sign of the
boat could I see in the green black blink of the place, after the glare
above, and I stood like a madman at the thought of what the herd of
monsters had _done_ when they came suddenly down upon it; then I gave a
wild cry, and levelled my ship's musket at the big elephant's head as he
brought his small cunning eye slowly to bear upon me, dropped the
branch, and began to swing his forehead, all the time looking at me,
and wading out to the shallow--by Jove! my flesh creeps at it _just
now_--though I couldn't have stirred for worlds till he was close enough
for me to fire into that devilish eye of his. 'Twas no more than the
matter of half-a-minute--till you may fancy what I felt to catch sight,
all at once, of the cutter splashing up and down in the gloom below the
branches, the ladies and the Hindoo crouching down terrified together,
except Violet Hyde, who stood straight, holding the boat firm in by a
bough, her white face fixed through the shadow, and her hair floating
out of her straw bonnet each time her head went up among the leaves,
with her glittering eyes on the two elephants.
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