Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
I found that I had deprived myself of the power of obtaining many things
which were necessary for the voyage; but I rejoiced in the thought of
having given liberty to a parent, and happiness to his family; and my
spirit enjoyed a secret triumph, which more than counterbalanced any
trials I might have to endure.
But the day on which I was to leave Old England arrived, and within four
days I saw its white cliffs sink and die away in the distance as a
far-off cloud. We had been seven weeks at sea, when a strange vessel
hove in sight, and made alongside of us. She had a suspicious
appearance, and our captain pronounced her to be a pirate. As she drew
nearer, we could perceive that her crew crowded her deck; and as she
continued to bear down upon us, there could be little doubt of her
intentions. Our deck was cleared, and our few guns put in readiness for
action. We were the heavier vessel of the two, but she carried three
guns for our one, and it was evident that her crew were almost as ten to
one. When the captain had seen everything made ready for action, he
requested me to follow him to the cabin for a few moments, and when
there he said--"Robert," for my Christian name I will communicate to
you, "the pirate which is now bearing down upon us, is making three
knots for our two. Within a quarter of an hour you will hear her shot
whiz over us. I don't care so much for both our lives being endangered,
for I know that already both our lives are _sold_; but I regret the
issue of this _venture_ for your sake and for my own, and also for that
of our owner, for I am certain it would have proved a good one to us
all. However, we must all heave-to in deep water or in shallow water
some time or other, and the tide has overtaken you and me to-day.
Therefore, my lad, don't let us look miserable about the matter. Only I
have to tell you, (lest I should be one of the first to be swept off the
deck when the business of the day begins,) that our old owner who,
Heaven bless him! is a regular trump, said to me, just as I had got my
papers from the Custom House, and he was shaking hands with me--'Tom,'
said he, (for the old fellow always called me Tom,) 'look after that
supercargo of mine that you've got on board. He is a countryman of my
own. He does not know it, but his father and I used to paddle on Keswick
lake together. I have liked him on that account since the first day I
clapped my eyes on him, and therefore I took him into my employ. But,
though he didn't think that I saw it, I saw that the chaps of London
were too much for him. Therefore, I say, Tom,' said he, 'if you see him
like to go too far, for the love I bear the boy, bring him up with a
short cable.' Such, you see, my lad, is the love which our old owner has
for you; and though you may have found him a little gruff now and then,
(as I have done myself,) depend upon it he is a regular trump at the
bottom. Therefore, I say, let us fight for him now, as better is not to
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