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
'For Heaven's sake!' continued the captain, 'let's look about--she must
surely have had boats out, or something, Mr Aldridge! The best thing we
can do is to fire a few times as we bear down--see that bow-gun cleared
away, Mr Moore, and do it!'
"We might have been about a mile, as was guessed, from where she was
last seen, when the brig fired a gun to windward, still standing on
under everything. At the second flash that lighted up the belly of the
clouds, with the black glitter of the swells below them, I fancied I
caught a moment's glimpse of something two or three miles away. It was
too short to say, however; and soon after the twinkle of a light,
seemingly hoisted on a spar, was seen little more than half-a-mile upon
the brig's lee-bow, dipping and going out of sight at times, but plain
enough when it rose. Down went the _Podargus_ for the spot, sending the
foam off her cutwater; and it was no long time before a wild hail from
several voices could be made out almost close aboard. Ten minutes after
she was brought to the wind, heaving a rope to the men on a loose raft
of casks and spars, as it pitched alongside of her, with the sail hauled
down on a spar they had stuck up, and a lantern at the head of it; after
which the raft was cast off, and the poor fellows were safe on board.
"Two of them seemed to be half-drowned, the one wrapped up in a wet
pilot-coat, his face looking white and frightened enough by the glimmer
of the lanterns: the other darker a good deal, so far as I could make
him out for the crowd about him, and he didn't seem able to speak;
accordingly both of them were taken at once below to the surgeon. The
rest were four half-naked blacks, and a little chap with earrings and a
seaman's dress who was the spokesman on the quarter-deck to the
captain's questions--plainly American by his snuffling sort of drawl.
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