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
"When the brig's main-yard swung aback within fifty fathoms of our
weather-quarter, hailing us as she brought to, I had plenty to think of,
for my part. There she was, as square-countered and flat-breasted a
ten-gun model as ever ran her nose under salt water, or turned the
turtle in a Bahama squall; though pleasant enough she looked, dipping as
we rose, and prancing up opposite us again with a curtsey, the brine
dripping from her bright copper sheathing, the epaulets and gold bands
glancing above her black bulwarks, topped by the white hammock-cloth;
marines in her waist, the men clustering forward to see us, and
squinting sharp up at our top-hamper. It made one ashamed, to take in
the taut, lightsome set her spars had, tall and white, with a rake in
them, and every rope running clean to its place; not a spot about her,
hull or rig, but all English and ship-shape, to the very gather of her
courses and topgallant-sails in the lines, and the snowy hollow her two
broad topsails made for the wind, as they brought it in betwixt them to
keep her steady on the spot.
"'His Britannic Majesty's sloop _Podargus_!' came back in exchange for
our mate's answer; and though 'twas curious to me to think of meeting
the uniform again in five minutes, I saw plainly this was one of the
nice points that Westwood and I might have to weather. Your
brig-cruisers are the very sharpest fellows alive, so far as regards
boarding a merchant craft; if they find the least smell of a rat,
they'll overhaul your hold to the very dunnage about the keelson; and I
knew that, if they made out Westwood, they'd be sure to have me too; so
you may fancy that, during the short time her boat took to drop and pull
under our quarter, I was making up my mind as to the course. In fact, I
was almost resolved to leave the ship at any rate, feeling as I did
after what I'd heard; but while most of the passengers were running
about and calling below for their shoes and what not, the judge and his
daughter came out of the round-house, and I caught a single glance from
her for a moment, as she turned to look at the brig, that held me at the
instant like an anchor in a strong tideway.
"I kept my breath as the lieutenant's hand laid hold of the man-rope at
the head of the side-ladder, expecting his first question; while he
swung himself actively on deck, looking round for a second, and followed
by another; the wide-awake looking young middy in the boat folding his
arms, and squinting up sideways at the ladies with an air as knowing as
if he'd lived fifty years in the world, instead of perhaps thirteen.
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