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
"There was nobody else visible at the time, and the said cliff stood
fair up like a look-out place, so as to shut them out as they went
higher. Once or twice after, I fancied I made out a man's head or two
lower down the gully than the cliff was, which, it occurred to me, might
possibly be the botanists, as they called themselves, busy finding out
how long St Helena had been an island; however, I soon turned the glass
before me upon the ship, by this time right opposite the ragged opening
of Prosperous Bay, and heading well up about fourteen miles or so off
the coast, as I reckoned, to make Jamestown harbour. The moment I had
the sight of the glass right for her--though you'd have thought she
stood still on the smooth soft blue water--I could see her whole beam
rise off the swells before me, from the dark side and white band,
checkered with a double row of ports, to the hamper of her lofty
spars, and the sails braced slant to the breeze, the foam gleaming
under her high bows, and her wake running aft in the heave of the
sea. She was evidently a seventy-four; I fancied I could make out
her men's faces peering over the yards toward the island, as they
thought of 'Boneypart'; a white rear-admiral's flag was at the
mizzen-royal-mast-head, leaving no doubt she was the _Conqueror_ at
last, with Admiral Plampin, and, in a day or two at farthest, the _Hebe_
would be bound for India.
"I had just looked over my shoulder toward Longwood, letting the
_Conqueror_ sink back again into a thing no bigger than a model on a
mantelpiece, when, all at once, I saw someone standing near the brow of
the cliff I mentioned, apparently watching the vessel, with a long glass
at his eye, like myself. 'Twas farther than I could see to make out
anything, save so much; and, ere I had screwed the glass for such a near
sight, there were seven or eight figures more appearing half over the
slope behind; while my hand shook so much with holding the glass so
long, that at first I brought it to bear full on the cracks and blocks
in the front of the crag, with the large green leaves and trailers on it
flickering idly with the sunlight against my eyes, till I could have
seen the spiders inside, I daresay. Next I held it too high, where the
Admiral and Lord Frederick were standing by their horses, a good way
back; the Governor, as I supposed, sitting on his, and two or three
others along the rise. At length, what with kneeling down to rest it on
one knee, I had the glass steadily fixed on the brow of the rocks, where
I plainly saw a tall dark-whiskered man, in a rich French uniform,
gazing to seaward--I knew him I sought too well by pictures, however,
not to be sadly galled.
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