Harry Collingwood, The Congo Rovers: A Story of the Slave Squadron
“ I heard Smellie return; and the schooner’s bows swept round until they pointed fair for the distant object. “Steady, sir!”“Steady it is,” replied Smellie, his voice sounding weird and mournful above the roar of the wind and the wash of the sea. I managed to trim over the jib-sheet without assistance, and then leaned over the bulwarks watching the gradual way in which the small dark blot on the horizon swelled and developed into a stately ship with lofty masts, long yards, and a delicate maze of rigging all as neat and trig as though she had but just emerged from the dockyard. ”
