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
could only have got a hill, there would have been some relief in having
a look-out from it. Money I had no want of; and as for fame or rank, I
neither had the ambition, nor did I ever fancy myself intended for an
admiral or a Nelson; all my wish was to be up and driving about, on
account of something that was _in_ me. I always enjoyed a good breeze as
some do champagne; and the very perfection of glory, to my thinking, was
to be the soul of a gallant ship in a regular Atlantic howler: or to
play at long bowls with one's match to leeward, off the ridges of a sea,
with both weather and the enemy to manage. Accordingly, I wasn't at all
inclined to go jogging along in one of your easy merchantmen, where you
have nothing new to find out; and I only waited to hear, from some
friends who were bestirring themselves with the Board, of a ship where
there might be something to do. These were my notions in those days,
before getting sobered down, which I tell you for the sake of not
seeming such a fool in this said adventure.
CHAPTER III
"Well, one evening my sister Jane and I went to a race-ball at Epsom,
where, of course, we saw all the 'beauty and fashion,' as they say, of
the country round, with plenty of the army men, who were in all their
glory, with Waterloo and all that; we two or three poor nauticals being
quite looked down upon in comparison, since Nelson was dead, and we had
left ourselves nothing at the end to fight with. I even heard one belle
ask a dragoon 'what uniform that was--was it the horse-artillery corps?'
'Haw!' said the dragoon, squinting at me through an eyeglass, and then
looking with one eye at his spurs, and with the other at his partner,
'not at all sure! I _do_ think, after all, Miss----, 'tis the--the
marine body--a sort of amphibious animals! They weren't with _us_,
though, you know--_couldn't_ be, indeed, though it _was Water_loo! Haw!
haw! you'll excuse the joke, Miss----?' 'Ha! ha! how extremely witty,
Captain----!' said the young lady, and they whirled away towards the
other end of the hall. I never felt more inclined to pull a fellow's
nose, till all of a sudden my head turned, and I forgot there was such a
thing as a dragoon in the world, for I saw what I thought the loveliest
young creature ever crossed my eyes, coming out of the refreshment-room
with two ladies, an old and an elderly one. The first was finely dressed
out, and I set her down for an aunt, she was so unlike; the other for a
governess. The young lady was near sixteen to appearance, all in white.
There were many beauties in the ball-room you would have called
handsomer; but there was something about her altogether I could compare
to nothing else but the white figure-head of the _Iris_, sliding gently
along in the first curl of a breeze, with the morning sky far out on the
bow--curious as you may think it, ladies! Her hair was brown, and her
complexion remarkably pale notwithstanding; while her eyes were as dark
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