The Perils of Certain English Prisoners — John Shaqi
The Perils of Certain English PrisonersDickens, Charles
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The Perils of Certain English Prisoners
Dickens, Charles
English fiction -- 19th century
"No, good friend; you must not say that England is nothing to you. It is
to be much to you, yet--everything to you. You have to take back to
England the good name you have earned here, and the gratitude and
attachment and respect you have won here: and you have to make some good
English girl very happy and proud, by marrying her; and I shall one day
see her, I hope, and make her happier and prouder still, by telling her
what noble services her husband's were in South America, and what a noble
friend he was to me there."
Though she spoke these kind words in a cheering manner, she spoke them
compassionately. I said nothing. It will appear to be another strange
confession, that I paced to and fro, within call, all that night, a most
unhappy man, reproaching myself all the night long. "You are as ignorant
as any man alive; you are as obscure as any man alive; you are as poor as
any man alive; you are no better than the mud under your foot." That was
the way in which I went on against myself until the morning.
With the day, came the day's labour. What I should have done--without
the labour, I don't know. We were afloat again at the usual hour, and
were again making our way down the river. It was broader, and clearer of
obstructions than it had been, and it seemed to flow faster. This was
one of Drooce's quiet days; Mr. Pordage, besides being sulky, had almost
lost his voice; and we made good way, and with little noise.
There was always a seaman forward on the raft, keeping a bright look-out.
Suddenly, in the full heat of the day, when the children were slumbering,
and the very trees and reeds appeared to be slumbering, this man--it was
Short--holds up his hand, and cries with great caution: "Avast! Voices
ahead!"
We held on against the stream as soon as we could bring her up, and the
other raft followed suit. At first, Mr. Macey, Mr. Fisher, and myself,
could hear nothing; though both the seamen aboard of us agreed that they
could hear voices and oars. After a little pause, however, we united in
thinking that we _could_ hear the sound of voices, and the dip of oars.
But, you can hear a long way in those countries, and there was a bend of
the river before us, and nothing was to be seen except such waters and
such banks as we were now in the eighth day (and might, for the matter of
our feelings, have been in the eightieth), of having seen with anxious
eyes.
It was soon decided to put a man ashore, who should creep through the
wood, see what was coming, and warn the rafts. The rafts in the meantime
to keep the middle of the stream. The man to be put ashore, and not to
swim ashore, as the first thing could be more quickly done than the
second. The raft conveying him, to get back into mid-stream, and to hold
on along with the other, as well is it could, until signalled by the man.
In case of danger, the man to shift for himself until it should be safe
to take him on board again. I volunteered to be the man.
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