Tom Cringle's Log by Michael Scott
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being saved, were he to fall overboard. The wind now veered round and
round, and baffled, and checked us off, so that it was the sixth night after we had taken our departure from Harwich before we saw Heligoland light. We then bore away for Cuxhaven, and I now knew for the first time that we had a government emissary of some kind or another on board, although he had hitherto confined himself strictly to the captain's cabin. All at once it came on to blow frorn the north--east, and we were again driven back among the English fishing boats. The weather was thick as buttermilk, so we had to keep the bell constantly ringing, as we could not see the jib--boom end from the forecastle. Every now and then we heard a small, hard, clanking tinkle, from the fishing--boats, as if an old pot had been struck instead of a bell, and a faint hollo, "Fishing--smack," as we shot past them in the fog, while we could scarcely see the vessels at all. The morning after this particular time to which I allude, was darker than any which had gone before it; absolutely you could not see the breadth of the ship from you; and as we had not taken the sun for five days, we had to grope our way ahnost entirely by the lead. I had the forenoon watch, during the whole of which we were amongst a little fleet of fishing--boats, although we could scarcely see them, but being unwilling to lose ground by lying to, we fired a gun every half hour, to give the small craft notice of our vicinity, that they might keep their bells agoing. Every three or four minutes, the marine drum--boy, or some amateur performer,--for most sailors would give a glass of grog any day to be allowed to beat a drum for five minutes on endi--beat a short roll, and often as we drove along, under a reefed foresail, and close reefed topsails, we could hear the answering tinkle before we saw the craft from which it proceeded; and when we did perceive her as we flew across her |
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