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
"I was cox'n of that boat, young gentlemen, an' we went off armed to
the teeth, not so much fer fear of the Turks, but on account of them
feemales. You see, we didn't know wot'd happen to us with a ketch load
of wimmin folk, an' we went prepared fer the wust. Wall, may I be
jiggle-toggled, shipmates, but sech a screechin' an' yellin' you never
heered w'en we got aboard. Bein' a chief petty officer an' the next in
command, as it was, an' the most experienced, bein' a married man, Mr.
Parbuckle, he tells me to go below an' see wot I could make out of the
lot, w'ile he speaks to the beastly Turkey cap'n. Fer a reefer, young
gentlemen," said the old sailor, "he was the bashfullest feller I ever
seed. 'Tis a rare and onsettlin' quality in the class,--meanin' no
offence," he added, amid a general laugh, in which the midshipmen
heartily joined. "I didn't want nuthin' better'n that job, so I jumped
below to tackle it, took off my hat, an' sez, most pleasant like,
'Ladies, yer most obejient an' 'umble sarvant.'
"They all run forrard at that an' crowded inter the eyes of the ship
to git away from me. I suppose I must ha' looked mighty fierce, wot
with cutlass an' pistol an' the pigtail we allus wore them days, an'
w'en I tried to tell 'em that I come peaceable like, they was makin'
sech a noise that they didn't seem to pay no 'tention to wot I said. I
thought the best way to ca'm 'em an' to assure 'em of my peaceful
intentions was--well--er--I jest caught the nearest one by the arm,
slipped my own arm 'bout her waist, an'--an'--smacked her good!"
"Oh, Jack, you old sinner!" yelled the youngsters in chorus.
"Dooty, gentlemen; a true sailor-man is allus ready to sakerfice
hisself fer his country, an' I done it cheerful then, bein' as 'twas
in the line of dooty."
"I guess you did," said Midshipman Cringle, sagely.
"Thankee, sir," continued the bo's'n's mate, oblivious to the sarcasm.
"She yelled sum at fust, but she seemed to like it. Of course, I
repeats, it was all one to me, jest in the line of duty, as I sez,
though I hev done more disagreeable jobs than that. I jest patted her
on the head a bit w'en I got hold of her, an' told her to ca'm down,
that we wa'n't goin' to hurt her, an' she seemed to feel summat
assured, but, as we arterwards larned, she didn't understand a word I
was a-sayin'! Howsomever, suthin' satisfied her. Perhaps 'twas my
actions. Well, now, you youngsters, you must remember that I was
younger then than I am now, an' there wa'n't a likelier sailor-man on
the sea, ef I do say so myself. The rest of the cargo stopped makin'
that infernal noise w'en they seed wot was happ'nin', an'----"
"Jack!" said Midshipman Futtocks, severely, "and you an old man! I'm
ashamed of you!"
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