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
"If I lived a thousand years, I couldn't tell half what I felt lying
there; but, as you may imagine, it had somewhat in it of the late
European war by land and sea. Not that I could have said so at the time,
but rather a sort of half-doze, such as I've known one have when a
schoolboy, lying on the green grass the same way, with one's face turned
up into the hot summer heavens; half of it flying glimpses, as it were,
of the French Revolution, the battles we used to hear of when we were
children--then the fears about the invasion, with the Channel full of
British fleets, and Dover Cliffs--Trafalgar and Nelson's death, and the
battle of Waterloo, just after we heard _he_ had got out of Elba. In the
terrible flash of the thing altogether, one almost fancied them all gone
like smoke; and for a moment I thought I was falling away off, _down_
into the wide sky, so up I started to sit. From that, suddenly I took to
guessing and puzzling closely again how I should go to work myself, if I
were the strange Frenchman I saw in the brig at sea, and wanted to
manage Napoleon's escape out of St Helena. And first, there was how to
get into the island and put _him_ up to the scheme--why, sure enough, I
couldn't have laid it down better than they seemed to have done all
along: what could one do but just dodge about that latitude under all
sorts of false rig, then catch hold of somebody fit to cover one's
landing? No Englishman _would_ do it, and no foreigner but would set Sir
Hudson Lowe on his guard in a moment. Next we should have to get put on
the island--and really a neat enough plan it was to dog one of the very
cruisers themselves, knock up a mess of planks and spars in the
night-time, set them all ablaze with tar, and pretend we were fresh from
a craft on fire; when even Captain Wallis of the _Podargus_, as it
happened, was too much of a British seaman not to carry us straight to
St Helena! Again, I must say it was a touch beyond me; but to hit the
Governor's notions of a hobby, and go picking up plants round Longwood,
was a likely enough way to get speech of the prisoner, or at least let
him see one was there!
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