The Missing Ship: The Log of the "Ouzel" GalleyKingston, William Henry Giles
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The Missing Ship: The Log of the "Ouzel" Galley
Kingston, William Henry Giles
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In accordance with Mr Pemberton's suggestion, it was resolved in the
mean time to get up a flagstaff at the top of the house, with a flag
hoisted half-mast high as a signal of their distressed condition. This
would hasten the arrival of friends to their relief, should any be in
the neighbourhood. It would not, however, prevent the necessity of
sending off Quashie to urge that aid might at once be despatched.
Fortunately a long pole, which Mr Twigg had intended to put up for that
purpose on a neighbouring height, had been brought to the house to be
prepared by the carpenter. It was at once carried indoors, and, the
lower end being fixed in a beam of the ceiling of the upper story, was
run through the trap which led to the roof. Here, under the direction
of Mr Ferris, who had some nautical knowledge, it was stayed up by
ropes to the corners of the house, halliards having previously been rove
through the sheave at its summit. The difficulty was to obtain a flag.
None was to be found, till Mrs Twigg remarked that she and the young
ladies had some light dresses which would answer the purpose.
"Let us have them at once, then," exclaimed Mr Twigg eagerly; "there is
no time to be lost."
Ellen and Fanny, hurrying to their room, quickly returned with a couple
of cambric dresses, such as are generally worn in that warm climate.
Before they had time to take their scissors and cut them open as they
had intended, Mr Twigg seized them, and hurried with them up to the
roof, where Mr Ferris was superintending the erection of the flagstaff.
"Here they are," exclaimed Mr Twigg. "Run them up at once; they will
tell our tale better than any more perfect flag."
Mr Ferris, with a ball of rope yarn in his hand, fastened the dresses
forthwith to the halliards by the skirts, allowing the full sleeves to
blow out.
"There!" he exclaimed, with a touch of his native wit. "Faith, they
will show that there are ladies in distress, and if there is any
gallantry in the heart of the islanders, we shall soon have them running
a race to our assistance."
The dresses thus hoisted flew out to a brisk breeze which blew from the
eastward. Just then several shots were heard, and two or three bullets
fell on the roof, which, though spent, warned those on it that should
the marksmen approach somewhat nearer their position would become
dangerous. Mr Ferris, therefore, calling his assistants down, they all
quickly got under shelter.
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