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
"Both of us having leave ashore that night, for a ball in one of these
same little bungalows near the head of the valley, 'twas no use to think
of a bed, and as little to expect getting off to the ship, which none
could do after gunfire. For that matter, I daresay there might be twenty
such parties, full of young reefers and homeward-bound old East Indians,
keeping it up as long as might be, because they had nowhere to sleep.
The young lady of the house we were in was one of the St Helena
beauties, called 'The Rosebud,' from her colour. A lovely creature she
was, certainly, as it was plain our _Hebe's_ first lieutenant thought,
with several more to boot: every sight of her figure gliding about
through the rest, the white muslin floating round her like haze,
different as her face was, made one think of the _Seringapatam's_ deck
at sea, with the men walking the forecastle in the middle watch, and the
poop quiet over the judge's cabins.
"Two or three times I had fancied for a moment that, if one had somewhat
stirring to busy himself with, why, he might so far forget what was no
doubt likely to interfere pretty much with a profession like my own; and
so it might have been, perhaps, had I only seen her ashore; whereas now,
whether it was ashore or afloat, by Jove! everything called her somehow
to mind. The truth is, I defy you to get rid very easily of the thought
about one you've sailed in the same ship with, be it girl or woman: the
same bottom betwixt you and the water, the same breeze blowing your
pilot-coat in the watch on deck that ripples past her ear below, and the
self-same dangers to strive against! At a break in the dance I went out
of the dancing-room into the verandah, where the cool of the air among
the honeysuckle-flowers and creepers was delightful to feel; though it
was quite dark in the valley, and you couldn't make out anything but the
solemn black-blue of the sky full of stars above you, between the two
cliffs; or right out, where the stretch of sea, widening to the horizon,
looked almost white through the mouth of the valley over the house-roofs
below; one heard the small surf plashing low and slow into the little
bay, with the boats dipping at their moorings, but I never saw sea look
so lonely. Then up at the head of the gully one could mark the steep
black crag that shut it up, glooming quiet and large against a gleam
from one of the clusters of stars; the sight of it was awful, I didn't
know well why, unless by comparison with the lively scene inside, not to
say with one's own whole life afloat, as well as the wishes one had at
heart. 'Twas pretty late, but I heard the music strike up again in the
room, and was going back again, when all of a sudden I thought the
strangest sound that ever came to one's ears went sweeping round and
round far above the island, more like the flutter of a sail miles wide
than aught else I can fancy; then a rush of something like those same
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