Tough yarns, vol. 1 (of 2) : $b A series of naval tales and sketches to please all hands, from the swabs on the shoulders down to the swabs in the headBarker, M. H. (Matthew Henry)
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Tough yarns, vol. 1 (of 2) : $b A series of naval tales and sketches to please all hands, from the swabs on the shoulders down to the swabs in the head
Barker, M. H. (Matthew Henry)
Sea stories, English; Seafaring life -- Fiction
“Happy, eh? what out of his ship? That was impossible; so the old man
kept growling, like a distant thunder storm. The castle we were in was
situated upon a rising ground, that commanded an extensive view of the
country; but we were on that side which was next the sea, and after a
good _blow_ out,--that is, when we had re-_galed_ ourselves, and the
captain had gained what information he wanted, just as we were coming
away, in rushed a tall meagre-looking figure, with a face as long as a
purser’s account, and as pale as a corpse, while his teeth chattered
like a watchman’s rattle.
“‘What’s the matter,--what’s the matter?’ inquired Sir Sidney; but
the man was breathless with running, and couldn’t answer. He wrung
his hands, and pointed inland. The officers made the best of their
way aloft to the top of the castle, and there, with their glasses,
discovered a troop of French cavalry, about 200, carrying on under a
heavy press.
“My eyes! there was a job. To defend the ship,--the castle, I
mean,--was out of the question; for there warn’t above twenty of us up
from the boats; besides, it would have been the ruin of the nobleman,
in case of defeat. So orders were given to make the best of our way
down, and every man to look out for himself. But what was to become of
the master? He could hardly walk; and for running, that was impossible,
for his legs were so short, he could make no hand at it. The officers
proposed to conceal him; but he swore he wouldn’t be stowed away like
a bale of damaged slops returned unserviceable, and perhaps be cotch’d
and get fricasseed and carbonadoed, like a young frog. ‘No,’ said he;
‘crack on, my boys; and the devil take the starnmost.’
“Off we set, but poor old Soundings couldn’t hold it out; he puffed,
and blowed, and waddled along, till he tripped over a mound of earth;
and there he lay, like an island of flesh amidst an ocean of grass. Sir
Sidney hove to, and laughed till his sides shook. However, he ordered
a couple of hands to raise the old gemman on their shoulders, and run
with all their might.
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