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
"'Well, little un,' said Jacobs, 'that's it, ye see. It grows up every
night afore Jack's door--and them's Jack an' his brothers a-comin' down
out on the wonderfowl country aloft, with fruits in their hands.' The
little fellow was delighted, and for going aloft at once. 'Ye must wait
a bit, Tommy, my lad, till you're bigger,' said Jacobs; 'here, I'll show
you the country, though'; so he lifted the boy up to let him see the
bright blue sea lying high away round the sky. In place of crying, as he
would have done otherwise, Tommy stared with pleasure, and finished by
vowing to get as soon big as possible, Jacobs advising him to eat always
as hard as he had been doing hitherto.
"That morning the breakfast party was in high spirits; Mr Finch, the
chief officer, rigged up to the nines in white trousers and Company's
jacket, laying himself out to please the young ladies, with whom he
began to be a regular hero. He was as blustering as a young lion, and as
salt-tongued as a Channel pilot to the men; but with the ladies, on the
poop or in the cabin, he was always twisting his sea-talk into fine
language, like what you see in books, as if the real thing weren't good
enough. He rubbed his hands at hearing the mate on deck singing out over
the skylight to trim yards, and gave a look along to the captain. 'You
must understand, ladies,' said the mate, 'this is what we mariners call
the "ladies' wind"!' 'Oh, delightful!' 'Oh, _so_ nice!' 'You sailors
_are_ so polite!' exclaimed the young ladies--'then does it actually
_belong_ to us?' 'Why it's a _Trade_ wind, Miss Fortescue!' said Ford,
the nautical cadet, venturing to put in a word; but the ladies paid no
attention to him, and the chief mate gave him a look of contempt. 'You
see, ladies, the reason is,' said the mate, in a flourishing way,
'because it's so regular, and as gentle as--as--why it wafts your bark
into the region of, you see--the----' 'The "Doldrums,"' put in the third
mate, who was a brinier individual by far, and a true seaman, but wished
to pay his compliments, too, between his mouthfuls. 'At any rate,' Finch
went on, 'it's congenial, I may say, to the feelings of the fair--you
need never touch her braces from one day to another. I just wish, Miss
Fortescue, you'd allow me the felicity of letting you see how to put the
ship about.' 'A _soldier_ might put her in stays, miss,' said the third
mate again, encouragingly, 'and out of 'em again; she's a remarkably
easy craft, owing to her----' 'Confound it, Mr Rickett,' said the first
mate, turning round to his unlucky inferior, 'you're a sight too coarse
for talking to ladies. Well the captain didn't hear you!' Rickett looked
dumfoundered, not knowing what was wrong; the old ladies frowned; the
young ones either blushed or put their handkerchiefs to their mouths,
and some took the occasion for walking off.
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