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 face of the heavens was still, calm, and clear; but, in my state of
mind, the whirlwind and the tempest would have been more congenial to
my agitated feelings. The stars still glittered in their brightness,
but the deed of blood I had just witnessed, gave to my sight a red and
gory haze that dimmed the sparkling lustre of the glistening orbs. The
soft persuasions of humanity were deadened in my breast, and vengeance
alone reigned with all its cruel terrors. Eagerly we pursued our
course, and after one hour’s smart riding, our guide suddenly pulled
up and informed us we were close to their retreat; but it would be
necessary for one or two to go before with him and reconnoitre, while
the others slowly advanced. Taking two men with me, and leading our
horses, we approached a wild romantic spot, formed of stunted shrubbery
and craggy rocks, beneath which the mouths of many caverns yawned in
darkness--but all was solemn stillness. Entering one of these dismal
dens, a deep groan arrested our steps. The guide shouted in the
Spanish language, but no answer was returned. A gun was fired, but
all remained tranquil; and it became evident that the guerillas had
not been there, or else had withdrawn on our approach. Another groan
decided me on searching the interior of the cave, and having procured
a light, by flashing some powder on a flambeau, we advanced through
several intricate windings to an inner apartment, when another sight
of horror was presented. Stretched on his back upon the damp floor
lay the Englishman, weltering in his blood; round his ankles and his
wrists strong ropes were fastened, the other ends of which were secured
to pegs driven firmly in the ground, so as to stretch his extended
limbs to the extreme of torture. Nor was he the only one; two others
appeared in similar situations, but their sufferings were over. We lost
no time in releasing the Englishman from the rack, but his state of
insensibility from loss of blood, left but small prospect of recovery.
Time was rapidly hastening away, and our guide informed us that all
pursuit was fruitless, as he had no doubt the guerillas had retreated
to the mountains; we therefore retraced our steps to the farm, from
whence I despatched a communication to the commander-in-chief. The
same night a reply was brought, stating that the priests refused to
officiate or attend at the removal of the bodies; I was therefore
directed to inter them wherever I could find a place most suitable.
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