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
Our entrance produced a momentary silence, and all eyes that were not
closed in slumber were directed towards us. The guerillas, whom noise
could not disturb, instantly awoke at the cessation of it, and raising
themselves up, stared with a gleaming fierceness upon us; but finding
we were alone, they growled a few indistinct curses, and again resumed
their former position. Without betraying any surprise at the strange
company we had fallen into, we drew near the fire, but nevertheless, I
determined to quit the place as soon as we had obtained refreshment,
preferring rather to trust to the storm, than run the hazard of the
long and shining blades which each guerilla knew so well how to use.
The day was waning apace when the marauders suddenly took their
departure, and, in a few minutes afterwards, the man who sat alone
followed them. In a country where, among the lower orders, wild and
lawless passions usurp the place of reason, and baleful revenge steels
the heart against every generous feeling of humanity, the departure
of the guerillas came across my mind like a prophetic warning of evil
intentions. I walked to the door; the storm still raged as these
desperadoes were slowly putting their horses in motion. No time was to
be lost; one half hour’s ride would place us in security at the British
out-posts, where a company of the ---- regiment was stationed.
As soon as the guerilla band had disappeared, we hastily mounted and
pursued our way. But darkness came stealing upon us, and the plain was
so inundated that we found it difficult to keep the beaten track; while
the lightning, rendered more visible by the gloom, alarmed the spirited
animals we rode, and greatly impeded our progress. When we had gained
midway between the village and the out-post, the road lay through a
deep ravine, formed by two craggy and almost perpendicular rocks. It
was a wild and dreary spot, where several skirmishes had taken place,
and many a mangled body still lay beneath huge piles of stones. Scarce
had we advanced a few paces in the defile, when a shot was fired from
above, and several others immediately succeeded it. Happily, our horses
knew the road, and dashed forward with amazing swiftness; but the
guerillas also were well mounted and possessed every advantage over
us, though after the first discharge I trusted to the state of the
weather to prevent them firing again, and so it proved. Still, however,
we could distinguish them in close pursuit, the leading men gaining
rapidly upon us. The out-post was in view, when I heard the noose of
the lasso whistle past my ears, and saw it encircling the neck of the
horse. The moment was one of desperation, yet I had the presence of
mind instantly to check the animal and stand still. By this means the
lasso was slackened; but while I was endeavouring to clear him from
restraint, the guerilla was by my side, and his arm upraised to strike
the fatal blow. My hanger was unsheathed, though fighting on horseback
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