The sailor hero : $b or, The frigate and the luggerArmstrong, F. C. (Francis Claudius)
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The sailor hero : $b or, The frigate and the lugger
Armstrong, F. C. (Francis Claudius)
First Coalition, War of the, 1792-1797 -- Fiction; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction
“Accordingly, we started in our long light canoe, easy of carriage, and
proceeded up the river, through a wild and entangled country, clothed
with wood and jungle to the very water’s edge, and full of wild beasts.
It was very evident no landing could be effected on either shore,
except at great risks, and quite impossible to force females through.
At length we came to the end of the tide, and to the spot indicated.
Our negroes at once pointed to the cleared space, and on grounding
our canoe, we at once saw the tracks of many feet, also the marks of
hauling a boat up the sloping bank. It was too late to cross to the
lake that day, so the canoe was hauled up, a tent rapidly constructed
of branches of trees and a quantity of matting, brought for that
special purpose.
“With the earliest dawn we commenced our way to the lake, dragging our
canoe over a narrow slip of swampy country. The track of the other
boat and the marks of many feet could also be seen, and amongst them
those of the feet of the two black girls, but no trace of the feet of
the two Misses Packenham, so we conjectured they had been carried in
the boat. It was a dead level, and no doubt at times was overflowed
by either the waters of the lake or the river. About noon we reached
the borders of as dismal and gloomy a lake as could be imagined, the
shores being covered with low entangled masses of vegetation. No trees
or high land on either side, the water black, and a hot breeze swept
over its surface; there were no islands, and its length appeared about
twenty miles, by three and sometime five miles in breadth. From where
we were no river could be seen running into it, and yet it must be fed
by either streams or springs, for the negroes said where it ran into
the sea the stream was broad and rapid, but before reaching the sea
it dwindled away into the several small unnavigable streams, running
through dangerous sands, bordering a safe kind of creek where small
vessels often anchored, and where slaves were often shipped. They also
said that the people were very wild and bad, and would seize and sell
any one they could get for slaves.
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