The Land of Bondage: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
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The Land of Bondage: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
Yet neither was it foredoomed for me or any of the vagrant crew around
to see the mountebank's treasures. For as he produced his snake, a
poor huddled up little thing that looked as though it had neither life
nor venom in it, we heard a shouting and bawling at the top end of the
street and the screams of women; and presently saw advancing down it
about fifteen sailors fighting their way along, while still the women
howled at them and they endeavoured to secure all the men around them.
"The Press! The Press!" called out the raree men and our crowd
together, while all fled helter-skelter, leaving me the only one
standing there all by myself, so that, in a moment, I was surrounded
by the press-gang, for such I soon knew it to be. "Your age, name and
calling," said a man to me who seemed to be the leader and was, as I
later learned, the lieutenant in command. He was a poor-looking fellow
very much unlike all ideas I had conceived of His Majesty's naval
officers, and, unlike the officers of the army, had no uniform to
wear. Therefore, since he was one of those poor creatures who are
officers in the navy without money or interest and with mighty little
pay, it was not strange that his clothes were shabby, his boots burst
out, and his hat a thing that would not have done credit to a
scarecrow, though it had a gold cockade, much tarnished, in it.
"That is my affair," I retorted, "and none of yours. Pass on and leave
me."
For a moment he seemed astonished at my reply as did his men, but then
he said: "Young man, insolence will avail you nothing. I am lieutenant
of His Majesty's ship _Namur_, on shore for the purpose of
impressment, and you must go with me unless either you have a
protection ticket, are under eighteen, or are a Thames waterman
belonging to an insurance company."
"I am neither of these things and have no ticket," I replied; "yet I
warn you touch me not. I am the Viscount St. Amande and future Marquis
of Amesbury, and if you assault me it shall go hard with you."
"Shall it?" he replied, though he seemed staggered for a moment. "We
will see. And for your viscounts and marquises, well! this is not the
part of the town for such goods. However, lord or no lord, you must
come with me, and, if you are one, doubtless you can explain all to
the Admiral. I must do my duty." Then, turning to his followers, he
cried, "Seize upon him."
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