Young Tom Bowling: The Boys of the British Navy — John Shaqi
Young Tom Bowling: The Boys of the British NavyHutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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Young Tom Bowling: The Boys of the British Navy
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"Yes, if you can find them," answered the `Jaunty' shortly. "It strikes
me, Larrikins, you'll soon be on short allowance yourself if you don't
keep a better hold on your tongue! Let me see these mess-tables all
cleared up before I come back from the wardroom, or you'll smell powder
before Six Bells, I promise you, and shan't go ashore to-day."
This threat had the effect of sobering down our lively friend, who then
put us in the way of what we were to do; and, all of us lending willing
hands, we soon had the place as trim as it was before we had sat down to
our dinners.
After this, taking the dirty plates back to the galley, we washed all of
them up in a bucket of water and restored them to their proper racks,
returning to the entry-port just as the master-at-arms came sauntering
back along the deck from the officers' quarters aft.
"Ha, done that job all right, I see," said he in an approving tone.
"Now, let me see what we can find for you, to keep your hands out of
mischief. Corporal, have they told off any hands yet to clear the
bilge?"
"Yes, sir," replied one of the ship's corporals who had just come up the
forward hatchway from the lower deck. "I jest heered the bosun givin'
orders for a gang to go down on the orlop deck."
"Then, take th's lot of new boys with you and show them the way down.
They're almost enough to man the pumps all by themselves!"
"Aye, aye, sir," responded the corporal, turning to retrace his steps
down the hatchway which he had just ascended. "Come along, my lads,
follow me!"
Down we all trooped accordingly, on to the lower deck, where we saw a
number of the boys, who had been dismissed from quarters, busy at their
various instruction drills; which we, unhappy `unclothed' ones, could
not participate in till we had been clad in uniform and become part and
parcel of the ship's company.
Giving these the go-by, and also passing the schoolroom, leaving that
astern on our starboard hand, we descended yet lower to the orlop deck,
the lowest in the ship, being just above the hold where lies the
ballast, and the water-tanks are stowed, as well as spare gear.
Here, some twenty other boys, under the superintendence of one of the
petty officers, were working away at the cranks of the Downton pumps
with the energy of so many convicts on the treadmill; clink-clanking at
such a rate, that one could hear the suck of the pumps and the rush of
the water through the pipes, ending with a sort of gurgle at the end of
the stroke!
In the `dim religious light' produced by a couple of ship's lanterns
hung at the head of the hatchways, widely apart, not very much could be
seen of the interior, save the broad substantial deck beams and curved
knees at the sides; but I noticed that the faces of two or three of the
boys nearest one of these lights were streaming with perspiration, which
showed that the work was "taking it out of them."
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