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
“We lived happily together, away from the bustle, the turmoil, and what
is falsely called the pleasures of life. A small cottage in the country
was our home, and there we enjoyed peace and contentment. My fortune
was ample, with but few desires to be gratified; and I have deeply to
regret that I was unacquainted with your residence in my neighbourhood,
for your society would have been an additional happiness.
“But ah! how fleeting are all our joys. It was on the early part of
that day, when you saw me kneeling over a new-made grave, that I had
consigned the last remains of my Adele to the narrow home appointed as
a resting-place from earthly trouble. Yes, she is gone, I trust, to the
realms of everlasting bliss, where no sorrow can disturb; no pain be
felt; but where there is fulness of joy for evermore?”
THE CONVICT.
“Alas! the constancy of my sad mind
Is put to dreadful proof.”
It was some short time after the storming of Monte Video by the British
troops, when the guerilla bands were formed in the neighbourhood of
the city, that a party of young men took it into their heads to ride
into the adjacent country; and though the inhabitants were decidedly
hostile to the English, yet with the carelessness and impetuosity
natural to youth, they resolved to _seek_ adventures, cost what they
might. With hearts elate, and mounted on swift horses, they passed the
city gates and swept round the bay that forms the extensive harbour.
After riding through some villages, they considered it as not accordant
with their plan to keep the beaten road,--nor indeed was there any
road which merited the name, after they had gained a certain distance
from the town. The meridian sun saw them scouring across the plain,
where neither tree nor shrub could mark their track, or serve as guides
for their return. Frequently, from behind the jutting rock, the
_paysáno_[6] would display his hardened and ferocious features, and
muffling himself in his _poncho_, or long robe, grin defiance at the
adventurers. His long fusee held in one hand, with his _lasso_ coiled
at his side and a terrific knife stuck in his girdle, the marauder
stood undaunted by danger and undismayed by the fear of death. The
young men had frequently been led to pursue the wild ostrich in its
course, and to chase the numerous deer; but this hunting produced
consequences which might have terminated seriously, for it scattered
the number into parties of two or three, who might easily have been cut
off and destroyed by the enemy:--and now for my own individual portion
of the excursion. Having been, with one other, separated from the rest,
we used every possible exertion to discover them, but without effect.
Whenever we shouted, our voices reverberated from the rocky piles that
reared their heads upon the plain like monuments of ancient grandeur,
and seemed to revive recollections of the field of graves.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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