The Voyages of the "Ranger" and "Crusader": And what befell their Passengers and Crews.Kingston, William Henry Giles
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The Voyages of the "Ranger" and "Crusader": And what befell their Passengers and Crews.
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"This is indeed unfortunate," said Harry to the boatswain. "It is too
late to get back to-night, and I am afraid our friends at the settlement
will become anxious about us."
"But they will see it is blowing hard, sir, and that will fully account
for the boat not being able to get up the harbour," answered the
boatswain.
Perhaps Harry was thinking that the fierce gale then blowing would only
increase the anxiety which some, at all events, of the inhabitants of
the settlement would feel on his account.
By the time they reached the hut the day was well advanced. There was
still a short time of daylight, however, and the men employed it in
cutting a further supply of fuel, that they might keep up a good fire
during the night. A stream had been found at the bottom of the hill,
from which they replenished their water-casks. Their supper, as on the
previous evening, consisted of roast seal and a few roots cooked in the
ashes, washed down with tea boiled in an iron bowl which had served as a
baler for the boat. The night as it advanced became even more
tempestuous than the preceding one. A few bough-tops served to keep
them off the damp ground, and on these as many as could find room lay
down to sleep, while the rest sat up keeping watch over the fire. Peter
Patch finding the flag, which had been hauled down at sunset, wrapped
himself up in it--a fortunate circumstance, as it afterwards proved,
although the midshipman's object was of a purely self-interested nature.
No songs were sung that evening, and though a few yarns were spun, they
were often wonderfully long-drawn, the drowsy listeners scarcely
comprehending the drawling words which struck on their ears. The night
passed slowly by. They were thankful that the boat had been drawn up on
the beach, and placed, as they hoped, in safety, out of the reach of the
sea.
The gale increased, thunder roared, and lightning flashed, and the whole
harbour, as far as the eye could reach, was lashed into fury.
"I don't like the look of things, Mr Shafto," observed the boatswain to
Harry, who had just sat up to make room for others. "If the sea was to
reach the boat it would soon knock her into splinters. I cannot stand
it any longer. With your leave, sir, I'll go and see if she is all
safe."
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