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
In spite of all this, any man who knows the faces of men, and their true
meaning, could not fail to perceive at once that here was no common
mortal. The vigour and spirit of his eyes were such that they not only
seemed to be looking through whatever lay before them, but to have
distinct perception of a larger distance, and eagerness to deal with it.
And the whole expression of his face told of powerful impatience, and a
longing for great deeds, dashed with melancholy. The entire crew of his
ship, I was told, were altogether wrapped up in him, and would give
their lives for him without thought; and there was not one of them but
was mad with our Government for being at peace, and barring Captain
Nelson from the exploits he was pining for. One of them struck at me
with an oar, when I said how puny Nelson was, compared with our Drake
Bampfylde, and only the strong sense of my position enabled me to put up
with it. And what I said was all the time the very truest of the true;
and that was why it hurt them so. We being now the finest and smartest
frigate in the service, looked down upon that tub of a Boreas, and her
waddle-footed crew, and her pale, pig-tailed commander, with a power of
ignominy which they were not pleased with. And all the time we were at
their orders, and they took care to let us know it! We would have fought
them with pleasure, if the rules of the service allowed it.
Enough of that uncomfortable discontent and soreness. The hardest point
is for a very great man to begin to set forth his greatness. We could
not, at the moment, see why Horatio Nelson should thus sweep off with
the lead so. But after he had once established what he was, and what he
meant, there was no more jealousy. To this I shall come in its proper
place; I am only now picking up crumbs, as it were, and chewing small
jobs honourably.
But against one thing I must guard. Our Captain Drake was never for a
moment jealous of Captain Nelson. It was one of the things that annoyed
us most, when we looked down on the Boreas, and would gladly have had a
good turn with those fellows who assumed such airs to us, to find that
our beloved Captain was as full of Nelson as the worst of the Boreasses.
And one of our men who went on strongly, took six dozen, and no mistake,
and acknowledged how well he deserved it. That is the way to do things,
and makes all of us one family.
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