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
In the early part of the morning I was accosted by a gentlemanly man,
who offered me a seat in a post-chaise. This I gladly accepted, and
found he was a naval officer about to join his ship at Plymouth, and
he proposed my serving my country. The world was all before me, and
to my romantic mind there was a magic in the expression, and before
another day had elapsed I was entered on the books of the Amphion
frigate as a volunteer. There was no time for reflection; I was wearied
with my journey, sleep overpowered my faculties, and before the dawn
arose the ship was out at sea. Never shall I forget my sensations when
I first beheld the expanse of ocean, without a single speck to break
its monotonous appearance. Blue waters all around and the clear heaven
above, while the tall ship, reflecting her image on the waves, passed
majestically through the briny element.
I was ignorant of etiquette, and without ceremony respectfully
addressed my friend, the lieutenant; but he repulsed my familiarity
with coldness, and directed a lad to take me to his cabin, where he
immediately joined me. Here he explained the nature of the service,
and the distance which it was deemed necessary to keep up between
the officers and crew. He then made inquiry as to my clothes, and
generously supplied me with some linen from his own stock. The ship’s
tailor altered one of his jackets, and in a short time I was equipped
as a sailor. But, ah, how many hours of bitter mortification and
anguish did I undergo! I had every thing to learn, was often ill-used,
and every day increased the distance from all I loved, without being
able to inform them of my situation, as the frigate was bound to the
East Indies. Remorse prayed upon my mind; I had not contemplated
leaving England, much more leaving it without letting them know where I
was; but now their affectionate hearts were wrung with my indiscretion.
Agnes too!--but the remembrance of the sweet girl was ever accompanied
by the recollection of the blow I had received from her brother, and I
determined to persevere in the profession in which I had engaged.
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