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
Notwithstanding my attention to dress, it would be impossible
to describe the tumult of agitation under which I laboured.
Parents--home--Agnes, all rushed upon my heart, and the cruel blow
which had occasioned my departure mingled with the rest. When relieving
the watch I found my friend, the lieutenant upon deck, and to him I
briefly related my situation. He had heard parts of my story before;
but when I told him all, he advised me to suffer things to take
their course, to manifest a becoming spirit, and by no means to show
resentment. He said the captain had spoken very highly of me for my
exertions and humanity, and was greatly pleased with my conduct. Praise
is sweet from those who despise unmeaning flattery, and this came like
a reviving cordial to my drooping mind.
Soon after ten o’clock, Sir Edward awoke considerably refreshed, and
with his children returned thanks to Heaven for safety. They afterwards
came on deck, and as the young man ascended, a feeling of indignation
filled my breast; but it was momentary, and I walked forward to conceal
my agitation, which became almost insupportable, particularly when I
heard the captain’s voice hailing me, and guessed the purport of his
call. Mustering all my resolution, I approached them as they stood
abaft, but who can paint the different looks, of father, son, and
daughter, as the captain presented me to their notice. The recognition
was immediate, and each seemed to have a conflict of passions in the
breast. Sir Edward took my hand with coldness, and then pressed it
ardently; his son walked away, giving me a glance that betrayed humbled
pride, whilst the sweet countenance of Agnes spoke volumes to my soul,
and told me I had been treasured in her memory with fond affection.
I would have inquired for my parents; but while the question hung
upon my lips, a well-remembered face displayed itself,--it was the
old butler of the family. As soon as it was possible, I took the old
man aside, and from him learned every particular. My father had been
dismissed from his situation, and had struggled with many difficulties;
but a relation of my mother had left them a handsome competency at his
death, and their only unhappiness proceeded from ignorance of my fate.
They had mourned my loss as for one who would never return. I briefly
ran over my adventures to him, and only on one subject was I silent;
but this was unnecessary, as he told me of many circumstances which
gladdened my heart.
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