The Pilot: A Tale of the SeaCooper, James Fenimore
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The Pilot: A Tale of the Sea
Cooper, James Fenimore
Historical fiction; Sea stories; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Naval operations -- Fiction; War stories
“You will excuse us if we decline shipping in the cutter, sir; we are
used to distant voyages and large vessels, whereas the Alacrity is kept
at coast duty, and is not of a size to lay herself alongside of a Don or
a Frenchman with a double row of teeth.”
“If you prefer that sort of sport, you must to the right about for
Yarmouth; there you will find ships that will meet anything that swims,”
said the colonel.
“Perhaps the gentlemen would prefer abandoning the cares and dangers of
the ocean for a life of ease and gayety,” said the captain. “The hand
that has long dallied with a marlinspike may be easily made to feel
a trigger, as gracefully as a lady touches the keys of her piano. In
short, there is and there is not a great resemblance between the life
of a sailor and that of a soldier. There are no gales of wind, nor short
allowances, nor reefing topsails, nor shipwrecks, among soldiers; and,
at the same time, there is just as much, or even more, grog-drinking,
jollifying, care-killing fun around a canteen and an open knapsack,
than there is on the end of a mess-chest, with a full can and a
Saturday-night's breeze. I have crossed the ocean several times, and I
must own that a ship, in good weather, is very much the same as a camp
or comfortable barracks; mind, I say only in very good weather.”
“We have no doubt that all you say is true, sir,” observed the spokesman
of the three; “but what to you may seem a hardship, to us is pleasure.
We have faced too many a gale to mind a capful of wind, and should think
ourselves always in the calm latitudes in one of your barracks, where
there is nothing to do but to eat our grub and to march a little fore
and aft a small piece of green earth. We hardly know one end of a musket
from the other.”
“No!” said Borroughcliffe, musing; and then advancing with a quick step
toward them, he cried, in a spirited manner: “Attention! right! dress!”
The speaker, and the seaman next him, gazed at the captain in silent
wonder; but the third individual of the party, who had drawn himself a
little aside, as if willing to be unnoticed, or perhaps pondering on his
condition, involuntarily started at this unexpected order, and erecting
himself, threw his head to the right as promptly as if he had been on a
parade-ground.
“Oho! ye are apt scholars, gentlemen, and ye can learn, I see,”
continued Borroughcliffe. “I feel it to be proper that I detain these
men till to-morrow morning, Colonel Howard; and yet I would give them
better quarters than the hard benches of the guard-room.”
“Act your pleasure. Captain Borroughcliffe,” returned the host, “so you
do but your duty to our royal master. They shall not want for cheer, and
they can have a room over the servants' offices in the south side of the
abbey.”
“Three rooms, my colonel, three rooms must be provided, though I give up
my own.”
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