The Maid of SkerBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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The Maid of Sker
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Foundlings -- Fiction; Romance fiction; Wales -- Fiction
The very next day, I was afloat as a seaman of the Royal Navy of the
United Kingdom. None but a sailor can imagine what I felt and what I
thought. Here for years I had been adrift from the very work God shaped
me for, wrecked before my time by undue violence of a Frenchman. Also I
had bred my son up to supply my place a little; and a very noble fellow,
though he could not handle cutlash or lay gun as I had done. But he
might have come to it if he ever had come to my own time of life. This
however had been cut short by the will of Providence; and now I felt
bound to make good for it. Only one thing grieved me, viz., to find the
war declining. This went to my heart the more, because our Navy had not
done according to its ancient fame, anywhere but at Gibraltar and with
Admiral Rodney, in the year before I rejoined it. Off the coast of
America, things I could not bear to hear; also the loss of the Royal
George, the capture of the Leeward Islands, and of Minorca by the
French; and even a British sloop of war taken by a French corvette. Such
things moved me to the marrow, after all I had seen and done; and all
our ship's company understood that I returned to the service in the hope
to put a stop to it. This reclaiming of me to the thing that I was meant
for took less time than I might use to bring a gun to its bearings. That
beautiful Miss Carey managed everything with Captain Drake, and in less
than fifty kisses they had settled my affairs. I could have no more
self-respect, if I said another word.
But the King and the nation won the entire benefit of this. It came to
pass that I was made a second-instructor in gunnery, with an entire new
kit found me, and six-and-twopence a-week appointed, together with
second right to stick a fork into the boiler. Of course I could not have
won all this by favour; but showed merit. It had however been allowed
me, under an agreement (just enough, yet brought about by special love
of justice) that I should receive a month ashore at Newton-Nottage, in
the course of the spring, whenever it might suit our cruising. My
private affairs demanded this; as well as love of neighbours, and
strong desire to let them know how much they ought to make of me.
How I disdained my rod and pole, and the long-shore life and the
lubberly ways, when I felt once more the bounding of the open water, the
spring of the buoyant timbers answering every movement gallantly, the
generous vehemence of the canvas, and the noble freedom of the ocean
winds around us! The rush up a liquid mountain, and the sway on the
balance of the world, then the plunge into the valley, almost out of the
sight of God, though we feel Him hovering over us. While the heart leaps
with the hope of yet more glorious things to come--the wild delight, the
rage, suspense, and majesty of battle.
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