The Voyage of the Arrow to the China Seas.: Its Adventures and Perils, Including Its Capture by Sea Vultures from the Countess of Warwick, as Set Down by William Gore, Chief MateHains, T. Jenkins (Thornton Jenkins)
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The Voyage of the Arrow to the China Seas.: Its Adventures and Perils, Including Its Capture by Sea Vultures from the Countess of Warwick, as Set Down by William Gore, Chief Mate
He was a strange little skipper, Captain Webster, and he asked us aft
with some civility, making sundry comments at the insolence of our
master, who had the impudence to question his right upon the high seas.
We were ushered below and not allowed to remain upon the deck in the hot
sun. I saw several men who wore arms, and noticed a gun-rack at the foot
of the stairway. But Webster was garrulous and took the trouble to
answer no questions. He showed Miss Waters over the cabin, taking her
through the forward room, where he had quite a lot of ferns and plants
ranged in pots upon a sort of dais. It interested the girl very much to
see a miniature greenhouse aboard a ship in mid-ocean, and she spent
some time examining the plants. Garnett followed me below and announced
that, if we would wait a little, we would have a side of short-ribs to
take back for our pains. They were just starting to work upon a couple
of hogs as we came aboard. The beer he appreciated very much indeed; as
for the papers, he could tell better after he had read them.
As it is always the custom to make presents of whatever vegetables,
meat, or other commodity prized by the sailor when deep-water ships are
becalmed in company, we showed our appreciation by waiting. I was
talking to Garnett and his mate, a tall lanky Scotchman, when a loud
noise from forward caused us to listen. There were hoarse cries, deep
groans, and above all a steady rush of trampling feet, which told of a
desperate struggle. I looked for my charge, Miss Waters, and saw her
coming through the cabin doorway, while Webster rushed for the deck. The
rest of us followed without delay, and, as we reached the open air, a
scene of strife met our gaze. They were after a hog of uncommon size,
and the animal was making the fight of his life.
Garnett seized a belaying-pin--his favourite weapon--and his mate
grabbed a bar. The next instant they were in the fracas.
Knowing Miss Waters was safe in the saloon, I made my way to the break
of the poop to see the scrimmage, and as I did so the animal came racing
down the deck.
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