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
"Well, ma'am," resumed the commander, "I came to myself again at last,
but when, how, or where, I really did not know, nor even what had been
the matter with me; except that I lay on my back upon something or
other softer than the planks, my head aching like to split, and so
stupid, I couldn't take the trouble to choose amongst the strange
notions that came creeping over me. 'Twas pitch-dark, too, and choking
hot. The sole wish I had was for a drop of water; but there I stuck in
the same helpless plight, more like a nightmare than aught else; and as
for _time_, if it went by what I felt, why, I might have lain, then and
before, long enough for one of the Seven Sleepers. First one fancy, and
then another, came looming up from over my brain, like a sail on the
horizon, till my head was full of it. That ugly rascal's story got hold
of me, and I thought I was stowed away below in some abominable slaver;
then I was the sick captain lying in my cot dreaming, with all as still
and dark as death. As my wits cleared, however, I began to hear plenty
of sounds, as it were, buzzing and rustling and booming in my very ears,
then far away again. Confused though I was, a horrid idea struck me as I
tried to listen--that Finch and his understrappers had put me ashore in
the woods or handed me over to some of those villainous blacks with the
filed teeth; and the _Seringapatam_ must be gone, Heaven knew how long!
"Suddenly, as if to clinch my notion, I started for a moment at the loud
cry of a bell-bird, as I thought at first; but, the next instant, a sort
of a thick crust seemed to clear off my hearing, and I knew it was 'two
bells' going on deck, so that I was still on board; after which a
regular bustle got up of a sudden overhead. I heard people running up
the nearest ladder from below; cadets shouting and clattering,
apparently with muskets and cutlasses; the creak of the davit-blocks
letting down the boats, and the chief officer's voice alongside. What
with my broken head, though, and the want of air and water, I felt too
sick to give them a thought. It wasn't long, either, before the whole
Indiaman seemed to be as quiet as a church, except one heavy pair of
feet on the quarter-deck above; then that stopped as well, and I heard
nothing but the dull sound of the tide through her thick outer-timbers,
gurgling up and poppling along, like to make me mad for thirst. I put up
my hand to my head, and found my hair on one side all sticky, and
covered with cockroaches; but though the very touch of their bristly
feelers made my blood creep, and the wretches began to dig with their
pincers into the wound, I was too weak to keep brushing them away as
fast as they swarmed about it.
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