Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 18th century -- Fiction; Nore Mutiny, 1797 -- Fiction
"Capital shot, that, Willy!" cried McElvina, as he sprang from the
hammocks with his sword, "giving point" in advance, and, while still
darting through the air with the impetus of his spring, passing it
through the body of the French captain, who fell back on his own
quarter-deck, while McElvina, fortunately for himself, dropped into the
chains, for, had he a hundred lives, they would have fallen a sacrifice
to the exasperated Frenchman: but the smugglers had followed McElvina;
and Captain M---, with the rest of his ship's company, were thronging,
like bees, in the rigging, hammocks, and chains of their opponent. From
the destructive fire of the French troops, many an English seaman fell
dead, or, severely wounded, was reserved for a worse fate--that of
falling overboard between the ships, and, at the heave of the sea, being
crushed between their sides. Many a gallant spirit was separated from
its body by this horrid death as the strife continued.
Possession was at length gained of the quarter-deck; but the carnage was
not to cease. The French troops stationed in the boats on the booms,
formed a sort of pyramid, vomiting incessant fire; and the commandant
had had the sagacity to draw up three lines of his men, with their
bayonets fixed, from one side of the vessel to the other, abreast of the
gangways, forming a barrier, behind which the crew of the French had
retreated, and which was impenetrable to the gallant crew of the
_Aspasia_, who were only provided with short cutlasses.
Captain M---, as he saw his men falling on every side, and every attempt
to force a passage unsuccessful, although accompanied with heavy loss of
lives, found himself, as it were, in a trap. To force his way through
appeared impossible--to retreat was against his nature. McElvina, who
had been fighting by his side, perceived the awkward and dangerous
predicament they were in, and his ready talent suggested a remedy.
Calling out loudly, "Susannes! away there!--follow me!" an order
instantly obeyed by his men, he disappeared with them over the hammocks,
leaping back upon the quarter-deck of the _Aspasia_.
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