Marcus Clarke

“ He is not a bad sort of fellow for all his roughness, and when a young man finds that an accident deprives him of a quarter of a million of money and leaves him without a sixpence beyond his commission in a marching regiment under orders for a convict settlement, he has some reason to rail against fate. ”

“ And before the admiring commander could prevent her, she modestly swept out of the cuddy.
"She's a fine piece of goods, eh?" asked Blunt, watching her. "A spice o' the devil in her, too."
Old Pine took a huge pinch of snuff.
"Devil! I tell you what it is, Blunt. I don't know where Vickers picked her up, but I'd rather trust my life with the worst of those ruffians 'tween decks, than in her keeping, if I'd done her an injury."
Blunt laughed.
"I don't believe she'd think much of sticking a man, either!" he said, rising. "But I must go on deck, doctor." ”

“ I have the headache."
"Headache—um—don't wonder at it, going down among those fellows. It is infamous the way they crowd these ships. Here we have over two hundred souls on board, and not boat room for half of 'em."
"Two hundred souls! Surely not," says Vickers. "By the King's Regulations——"
"One hundred and eighty convicts, fifty soldiers, thirty in ship's crew, all told, and—how many?—one, two three—seven in the cuddy. How many do you make that?"
"We are just a little crowded this time," says Best.
"It is very wrong," says Vickers, pompously. "Very wrong. ”

“ Frere, with a laugh; "but I don't know anybody else who could have a motive for it. However, I'll go on deck and have a smoke."
"I wonder what induced that old hunks of a shipbuilder to try to cut off his only son in favour of a cub of that sort," said Surgeon Pine to Captain Vickers as the broad back of Mr. Maurice Frere disappeared up the companion.
"Some boyish follies abroad, I believe; self-made men are always impatient of extravagance. But it is hard upon Frere. ”