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
My orders were to rejoin at Pembroke on the 10th of June, where the
Alcestis lay refitting, and taking in stores for an ocean-cruise. Of
course I was punctual to the day, and carried with me a fine recruit,
Master Rodney Bluett. I received not only minute directions from his
lady-mother, but also a tidy little salary, to enable me to look after
him. This was a lady of noble spirit, and ready to devote her son for
the benefit of his country; because there was no fighting now, nor any
war in prospect. Also Colonel Lougher came as far as the gate, where the
griffins are, and patted his nephew's curly head; and said that although
it was not quite as he himself could have wished it, he could trust the
boy to be an honour to a loyal family, and to write home every now and
then, for the sake of his poor mother. For his own sake also, I think
the Colonel might have very truly said; because while he was talking so,
and trying to insist on duty, as the one thing needful, I could not for
a moment trust my own eyes to examine him. So we all tried to say
"good-bye," as if there was nothing in it.
It was a very long "good-bye," even longer than we could by any stretch
have dreamed of. Two or three years was the utmost that we then looked
forward to: but I tell you simple truth, in saying that not one of us
had the chance of seeing England, much less any part of Wales, for a
shorter period than seven years and two months added. You may doubt me,
and say, "Pooh, pooh! that was your fault;" and so on. But you would be
wholly wrong; and from the Admiralty records our Captain could prove it
thoroughly. And what is much clearer than all, do you think that Captain
Drake Bampfylde would have been seven years, or even seven days, away,
without sight of his beautiful lady, Isabel Carey, if it could have been
managed otherwise?
It was a mixture of bad luck. I can explain a good deal of it, but not
all the ins and outs. We were ordered here, and ordered there, and then
sometimes receiving three contradictions of everything. Until we should
scarcely have been surprised at receiving signal, "H.M.S. Alcestis to
the moon; to wait for orders."
And if we had received that signal, I believe we should have tried it,
being by this time the best-trained and finest ship's company in the
world. We had ceased to be a receiving-ship, as soon as the war was
over, and now were what they begin to call--though it sounds against the
grain to me--an "Experimental Ship." And the Lord knows that we made
experiments enough to drown, or blow up, or blow arms off, every man
borne on our blessed books. They placed me at the head of it all, until
the others were up to it; and a more uneasy or ticklish time I never
have known, before or since. Over and over again I expected to go up to
the sky almost; and you may pretty well conceive how frequent was my
uneasiness. Nevertheless I still held on; and Government had to pay for
it.
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