The Yarn of Old Harbour TownRussell, William Clark
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The Yarn of Old Harbour Town
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 20th century; Historical fiction; Sea stories
"I can think of nothing better than sulphur for poor Mr Eagle's feet.
Here is a packet of it, enough, I believe, to enable him to walk in
sulphur for quite a fortnight," said Miss Acton.
They had arranged to drive as far as the bridge, where they would quit
the carriage and walk along the wharves to view the _Aurora_ and give
the sulphur to Mr Eagle. But there were several places to be visited
first of all: Mrs Bigg was to be enquired after; a little basket of
comforts in the shape of tea, sugar, and the like was to be left at
Mrs Lavender's, whose husband had fallen into a disused pit, and after
lying in it all night, during which it rained heavily and continuously,
he was discovered by a boy, and later on hauled up with both his legs
broken. Several such errands of kindness and compassion must render the
drive to the bridge circuitous.
As the carriage went down a lane into the main road, it overtook Sir
William Lawrence, who was stoutly trudging along in the direction
of Old Harbour, striking the ground as he went with a staff with the
regularity of the pounding of a wooden leg whose owner marches steadily.
"Pray, get in! Pray, get in, Sir William!" cried Miss Acton, after
telling the coachman to stop, and in a few moments the hearty old
gentleman was seated opposite the ladies and the carriage proceeding.
"I am on a visit to Old Harbour," said the Admiral, "to inspect the
_Minorca_. Now that my son is in command of her I am doubly interested
in the ship. Were you ever on board of her, Miss?"
"Yes, sir," answered Lucy. "I paid her a visit with papa when she
returned home before this voyage, but I was never in her cabin."
"We will explore it together. I hope to have the pleasure of handing
you over the side, ma'am," said the Admiral to Miss Acton.
"If the ship is perfectly motionless I might venture to step on to
the deck," answered Aunt Caroline, "but I could not enter the cabin,
sir. I believe the smell would instantly oppress me with nausea. I am
a shocking bad sailor; even the sight of a rocking ship at a distance
provokes an indescribable and a very disagreeable sensation."
"You, madam, are not to be so easily upset," exclaimed the Admiral,
looking with undissembled admiration at the beautiful, glowing girl
seated opposite, never more fascinating than in the dress in which she
had apparelled herself this morning. Her large hat sat lightly on one
side her head, and the fringes of her rich and abundant hair were like
little pencilled shadowings upon her fair brow, save that now and again
the passage of the carriage made these fairy tresses tremble. "My son
passed a delightful evening at your father's."
"Nobody could have been more agreeable, sir," said Miss Acton. "He has
a sweet, strong voice, and sings with great feeling."
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