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
the little chapel and sing the evening hymn which had so delighted
me. She frequented those spots where we had been together, and her
whole conduct manifested a remembrance of the stranger, which became
more deeply rooted by time. But,” continued he, “I must depart; those
demons, if they knew who had frustrated their design, would wreak their
vengeance on the innocent and helpless.” He struck his forehead,--“I
must away, yet do not forget me. I claim no memorial for what I have
done, but think that a fellow-creature, a countryman, sues for your
pity, and may the Almighty reward your efforts.” Having uttered this,
contrary to every persuasion, he prepared to go. In addition to the
books for the attendant, I had also carried with me a present for
Mariqueta; it was a miniature of myself, plainly set, but allowed to
be an excellent likeness, and with this and my ardent expressions of
regard, he bade me farewell.
As soon as I had reached the city, no time was lost in making the
necessary representations to the commander-in-chief, and I pointed
out the extreme danger to which the family would be exposed in the
event of the guerillas discovering that they had afforded shelter to
Englishmen, and that one connected with the farm had given intelligence
against them. My persuasions and my entreaties had their weight, and
the following afternoon I was despatched with a party of men to take
post at the farm, and escort the family into the town. Never shall I
forget the feelings which agitated my breast as the guide conducted us
the nearest route to the spot, and when the gates appeared in view, my
heart throbbed with tumultuous agitation. I should see Mariqueta--I
should press her in my arms and conduct her to a place of safety. The
gates stood open, and a damp hung upon my spirits, as I had witnessed
the caution with which they had been closed as evening approached.
Still a herd of cattle might have entered, or a hundred things have
occurred to prevent it; so without stopping to conjecture, we entered
within the walls. But deeming the appearance of so large a party might
alarm the inmates, I dismounted, and giving my horse to one of the men,
requested the whole to wait until my return.
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