Woven with the Ship: A Novel of 1865: Together with certain other veracious tales of various sortsBrady, Cyrus Townsend
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Woven with the Ship: A Novel of 1865: Together with certain other veracious tales of various sorts
Brady, Cyrus Townsend
Short stories, American; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories
"'Ahoy!' the cap'n cried, 'wot ship is that?' An' then a measly old
Turk he come over to the side an' throwed his flag in the water an'
waved his arms an' bowed to the deck, but didn't say nuthin'. He was
so skeered he was most frightened out of his baggy britches. He could
see the smokin' matches, an' we was jest itchin' to turn our guns
loose on the old heathen, with his wildcats, or wotever they was. The
cap'n bein' young an' impetuous like, he hails ag'in. He sez,--
"'W'y don't you answer me?' he sez. 'Ain't ye got no tongue?' he sez.
'Don't you hear me? W'ere are you from? W'ere are you bound? Wot hev
ye got on board? If ye don't speak up I'll turn a broadside on ye.'
"With that that old Turk he unstoppered his jaw tackle an' reels off
an extr'ordin'ry lot o' stuff, but we makes out, me an' the cap'n
does, that he was from Tripoli three days out. That his ketch's name
was the _Stamico_, or sum sech other outlandish name, an' that she was
loaded with feemale slaves fer the Sultan of Turkeys.
"Gosh-o'-mighty, if the cap'n hadn't insisted all the time on the most
sharpest dissypline on that there leetle ship, I'd a yelled an'
laughed outrajus, an' the men would hev busted inter cheers. As it
was, I didn't dare to tell the crew all that bit of news; I jest guv
'em a leetle to keep 'em goin' an' hove to under the lee of the
foremast where nobody seed me an' cut loose a few steps myself.
"'This is a putty how-de-do,' sez Cap'n Rattlin.
"'Wot'll we do, sir?' axes Mr. Parbuckle. 'Wot'll we do with them
feemale slaves? I reckon we'll have to bring 'em aboard here, fer we
can't let the ketch go,' sez that youngster.
"He was as excited as any of us, an' I reckon the cap'n was hisself,
if the truth was to be told. Sech a prize as that ain't picked up
every day at sea, ye know, shipmates.
"'You know old Commodore Ringtailboom,' continoos Mr. Parbuckle,
grave-like; 'you know, sir, he wants a boat jest like this ketch for
inshore work.'
"'You're right, sir,' sez Rattlin, werry solemn; 'take a boat, Mr.
Parbuckle, an' go over there an' tell that beastly Turk we'll have to
transship his cargo over here aboard the _Grampus_.'
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