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
"'You must be a thorough good sailor by this time, Collins,' continued
he, 'if you have gone on at the rate you used to do. I remember how fond
you were of having charge for a minute or two of the old _Orion_, or
when I let you put her about in my watch. Why they called you "Young
Green" I never could understand, unless it was _ut lucus a non lucendo_,
as we used to say at Eton, you know. Well, what do you say?' Now, as you
may suppose, the idea of boxing about St Helena, for Heaven knew how
long, didn't at all suit my liking--with the thought of the
_Seringapatam_ steering away from Bombay the whole time, and a hundred
notions of Violet Hyde in India--'twould have driven me madder than the
Temple did Captain Wallis: but it was only the _first_ part of my mind I
gave Lord Frederick. 'What!' exclaimed he, with a flush over his face,
and drawing up his tall figure, 'you didn't suppose, _I_ should remain
here? Why, the _Hebe_ is on her way for Calcutta and Canton, and will
sail as soon as the _Conqueror_ arrives at Jamestown with Admiral
Plampin.' 'Your lordship is very kind,' said I, looking down to cover my
delight; 'and if I am not worthy of the post it shan't be my fault, Lord
Frederick.' 'Ah, very good!' said he smiling; ''tis an opportunity you
oughtn't to let slip, Collins, let me tell you! For my own part, I
should just as soon cut out a pirate in the Straits of Malacca as a
French brig in the Channel; and there are plenty of them, I hear, there.
As for a chase, sir, I flatter myself you won't easily see a finer thing
than the _Hebe_ spreading her cloth after one of those fast proas will
be--I think you are just the fellow to make her walk, too, Mr
Collins--pah! to compare a day on the Derby turf with _that_, would be a
sin! You have no idea, sir, how one longs for a fair horizon again, and
brisk breezes, when so ineffably tired out of all those ball-rooms, and
such things as you see about town just now--only I fear I shall wish to
be second lieutenant again, eh?'
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