The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 40: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER xX. THE COLONEL AND HIS FRIEND. Colonel Jeffery was not at all satisfied with the state of affairs, as regarded the disappointment of Mr. Thornhill, for whom he entertained a sincere regard, both on account of the private estimation in which he held him, and on account of actual services rendered to Thornhill by him. Not to detain Johanna Oakley in the Temple Gardens, he had stopped his narrative completely at the point when what concerned her had ceased, and had said nothing of much danger which the ship Neptune and its crew and passengers has gone through, after Mr. Thornhill had been taken on board with his dog. The fact is, the storm which he had mentioned was only the first of a series of gales of wind that buffeted the ship about for some weeks, doing it much damage, and enforcing almost the necessity of putting in somewhere for repairs. But a glance at the map will be sufficient to show that, situated as the Neptune was, the nearest port at which they could at all expect assistance, was the British Colony, ® at the Cape of Good Hope; but such was the contrary nature of the winds and waves, that just upon the evening of a tempestuous day, they found themselves bearing down close in shore, on the eastern coast of Madagascar. There was much apprehension that the vessel would strike on a rocky shore; but the water was deep, and the vessel rode well; there was a squall, and they let go both anchors to secure the vessel, as they were so close in shore, lest they should be driven in and stranded. It was fortunate they had so secured themselves, for the gale, while it lasted, blew half a hurricane, and the ship lost some of her mast, and some other trifling damage, which, however, entailed upon them the necessity of remaining there a few days, to cut timber to repair their masts, and to obtain a few supplies. There is but little to interest a general reader in the description of a gale. Order after order was given until the masts and spars went one by one, and then the orders for clearing the wreck were given. There was much work to be done, and but little pleasure in doing it, for it was wet and miserable while it lasted, and there was the danger of being driven upon a lee shore,®* and knocked to pieces upon the rocks. This danger was averted, and they anchored safe at a very short distance from the shore in comparative safety and security. “We are safe now,” remarked the captain, as he gave his second in command charge of the deck, and approached Mr. Thornhill and Colonel Jeffery. “T am happy it is so,” replied Jeffery. “Well, captain,” said Mr. Thornhill, “I am glad we have done with being knocked about; we are anchored, and the water here appears smooth enough.” “Tt is so, and I dare say it will remain so; it is a beautiful basin of deep water—deep and good anchorage; but you see it is not large enough to make a fine harbour.” “True; but it is rocky.” “Tt is, and that may make it sometimes dangerous, though I don’t know that it would be so in some gales. The sea may beat in at the opening, which is deep enough for anything to enter—even Noah’s ark would enter easily enough.” “What will you do now?” “Stay here for a day or so, and send boats ashore to cut some pine trees, to refit the ship with masts.” “You have no staves, then?” “Not enough for such a purpose; and we never do go out stored with such things.” “You obtain them wherever you may go to.” “Yes, any part of the world will furnish them in some shape or other.” “When you send ashore, will you permit me to accompany the boat’s crew?” said Jeffery. “Certainly; but the natives of this country are violent and intractable, and, should you get into any row with them, there is every probability of your being captured, or some bodily injury done you.” “But I will take care to avoid that.” “Very well, colonel, you shall be welcome to go.” “I must beg the same permission,” said Mr. Thornhill, “for I should much like to see the country, as well as to have some acquaintance with the natives themselves.” “By no means trust yourself alone with them,” said the captain, “for if you live, you will have cause to repent it—depend upon what I say.” “T will,” said Thornhill; “I will go nowhere but where the boat’s company goes.” “You will be safe then.” “But do you apprehend any hostile attack from the natives?” inquired Colonel Jeffery. “No, I do not expect it; but such things have happened before today, and I have seen them when least expected, though I have been on this coast before, and yet I have never met with any ill-treatment; but there have been many who have touched on this coast, who have had a brush with the natives and come off second best, the natives generally retiring when the ship’s company muster strong in CORniclooo S CO)