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
"I had the middle watch that night, the ship being under short canvas,
and slowly edging down to make the most leewardly point of the island,
from which she was to beat up again at her leisure by the morning. All
we had to do was to keep a good look-out, on the one hand, into the
streak of starlight to seaward, and on the other along the foot of the
rocks, as well as holding her well in hand, in case of some sudden
squall through the valleys from inside.
"However, I shan't easily forget the thoughts that ran in my mind,
walking the quarter-deck with the frigate under charge, the first time I
noticed Orion and the Serpent begin to wheel glittering away from over
Diana's Peak--the others stealing quietly into sight after them, past
the leech of our main-topsail; scarce an English star to be seen for the
height of the island off our quarter; some of the men on one side of the
booms humming a song about Napoleon's dream, which you'll hear to this
day in ships' forecastles; another yarning solemnly, on the other side,
about some old sweetheart of his--but all of them ready to jump at my
own least word. In the morning, however, there we were, stretching back
by degrees to go round the lee side of the island again, the haze
melting off Diana's Peak as before, and the sea rolling in swells as
blue as indigo, to the huge red lumps of bare crag; while the bright
surges leapt out of them all along the frigate's side, and the spray
rose at times to her figure-head.
"During the day we cruised farther out, and the _Hebe_ had enough to do
in seeing off one Indiaman for home, and speaking another outward-bound
craft, that passed forty miles off or so, without touching; the
Governor's telegraphs were eternally at work on the heights, bothering
her for the least trifle, and making out a sail sixty miles off, it was
said. For my part, I was pretty well tired of it already, sincerely
wishing for the _Conqueror_, with Admiral Plampin, to heave in sight;
but glad enough all aboard the _Hebe_ were, when, after an entire week
of the thing, it came to her turn, with the _Newcastle_ and _Podargus_,
to lie at anchor off Jamestown, where half the ship's company at a time
had their liberty ashore.
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