Tough yarns, vol. 2 (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. 2 (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
“There are some situations to which human nature may be exposed, that
come like a blight upon the heart, chilling every faculty, and such
was my case now; an icy coldness crept through my whole frame, and a
faint sick shuddering shook every nerve. Adele was still supported in
my arms, but I experienced neither grief nor pleasure; her blood ran
streaming down my breast, but excited neither horror nor resentment;
not a single murmur escaped from my lips, yet an insupportable weight
of anguish pressed heavy on my soul. I heard the curses and execrations
of our captors with indifference; but when they came to force her
from me, then--then my spirit was aroused,--then my dormant faculties
awakened from their stupefaction, and clasping her closer to my heart,
I swore to hold her there till death. The courageous girl clung round
me with all the powerful strength of maddening desperation, but how
futile were our efforts against the united force of such a band! we
were forcibly torn from each other; I saw her tender arms pinioned with
cords; I saw her mounted on one of their horses; my stupor returned,
and I patiently suffered them to bind my hands. Robinson and myself
were conveyed to the citadel, and put in close confinement.
“On the following morning, Wirrion came to our prison, and a ghastly
smile of infernal satisfaction played upon his features. Every epithet
my tongue could lavish on a villain, was poured on him. At first he
shrunk back; but approaching nigher, I heard his detested voice in a
half whisper muttering between his teeth, ‘Remember Adele!’ My hand was
instantly writhed in the wretch’s collar, but the bayonets of the guard
were presented,--nay, even pricked my breast, and the pain compelled
me to quit my hold, and we were condemned to solitary confinement for
breaking our parole. Oh! how many hours and days of agonized suspense
followed close upon each other! and though a cheerful gleam would
sometimes break upon our dreary solitude, yet the uncertainty as to
what had become of those we loved, clouded the brightest moments. In
vain exertions were used in our behalf; we were considered dead to the
world, and all its enjoyments.
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