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
Midnight came,--a dark, dreary, cold, starless midnight, and I was
ordered to visit all the outposts to see that the sentinels were alert
upon their duty. The dead bodies of those who had fallen in battle
remained unburied. I had looked upon many a bleeding and mangled form
during the day; I had seen many a poor wretch writhing in the last
pang of mortal agony; I had gazed with a sort of desperate wildness
on the convulsive contortions which expiring nature had left upon
the countenance; and now, in the stillness and solitude of night, to
traverse the spot where they lay in promiscuous heaps as they had
fallen, my very soul was harrowed up! I would not disobey, and I did
not dare to ask for attendance lest my secret should transpire.
Alone then I departed, every nerve agitated with the commotion that
shook my trembling frame. Alone I took my way to the nearest outpost,
often starting aside as some stiffened corpse lay stretched across
my path. The hollow moaning of the waves breaking against the rugged
rocks, came with a fearful sound upon the wind, which rushed past
in hurried gusts, and now and then a half-stifled groan burst from
some poor creature who yet survived the carnage and was recovering
sensibility. I had reached about halfway to my first place of
destination, when my faculties became in a great measure paralysed,
on hearing something behind which emitted a strange and unnatural
noise. I determined to face it, and turned round for that purpose. The
atmosphere was dense and hazy, enveloping the earth in darkness; but
amidst the gloom, a most horrible figure kept rising up to more than
mortal height, and then again sinking to scarcely half the stature
of a man; two immense projections issued from its hideously formed
head, and a pair of burning eyes glared with vengeful fierceness upon
me: all my old feelings returned; dismay crept upon my spirit; and
making one desperate effort, I ran with amazing rapidity from this
terrific object. But alas! I had not run far, when I stumbled over a
dead body, and fell in the midst of several others. I stretched out
my hands to assist me in rising, and they rested upon the cold clammy
face of a corpse! Once more upon my feet, I looked round; the monster
was close to me, rising and falling as it had done before, and again
I bounded away without knowing whither. A building presented itself,
which I hoped was one of the outposts, and hastily entering it, I
fell about twelve feet into a space below, but sustained no bodily
injury as the floor was covered with piles of seal skins. Here, in
thick darkness and insensibility, I lay for several hours, when I was
accidentally discovered by a party who had clandestinely left the
main-body to seek for plunder, and were attracted to the spot by seeing
an enormous _he-goat_ near the entrance to the building. By the light
of the lantern which they carried I was readily recognised, and soon
rescued from my uncomfortable situation. The fresh air and human voices
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