The Mate of the Good Ship York; Or, The Ship's AdventureRussell, William Clark
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The Mate of the Good Ship York; Or, The Ship's Adventure
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 20th century; Sea stories
She went forward, and he watched the approaching steamer, and the
dog watched her also. When the girl returned with a pannikin of hot
coffee Hardy had more news to give her. He first drank, then lighted a
pipe, and he told her that the ship abeam, whose paddle-wheels had by
this time slapped her hull into clear view, was undoubtedly a British
man-of-war, and to judge by her course she was either from the Cape de
Verde or direct from Rio, or some port on the eastern coast of South
America.
"How do you know she is British?" asked Julia.
"By every token of yards squared by lifts and braces, by white bunt,
and something white at the gaff end."
"Can you distinguish her flag?"
"It is a speck of light, but I know what it means."
"Will you accept help from her?" inquired Julia.
"Of course I will," he answered. "The Admiralty do not claim salvage,
or they so hedge about the claim as to make the claimant's case
prohibitory."
"How will she help us?" said the girl.
"Either by towing or sending men. But I doubt if she will tow,"
answered Hardy. "She may not have enough coal. She may be in a hurry to
get home. The sailor is always in a hurry--God help him--and often when
he gets home he finds the canary dead in the cage."
"We have no canary to greet us with its corpse," said Julia.
She picked up the glass, and inspected the approaching vessel. And so
the time was whiled away until the steamer was close on the _York's_
quarter, her paddle-wheels ceased to revolve, and now all about her
could easily be understood without the glass.
She was one of that class of naval steamers which still survive (in
aspect at least), at the date of the composition of this story, in
the Royal Yacht, familiar in the Solent. She had a square stern,
embellished with gilded mouldings and sparkling with windows. She had
yellow paddle-boxes, a tall black hull with a few square gunports of
a side. She was a barque, though they tried to make her look like a
ship by fixing square yards without canvas on her mizzenmast and fidded
topmast, which was a brigantine's mainmast with its crosstrees. For a
full-rigged ship must have fidded topmast and fidded topgallantmast and
royalmast, and if she has not these you may call her what you like but
she is not a ship.
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