William Henry Giles Kingston

William Henry Giles Kingston

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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Happy Jack, and Other Tales of the Sea

I kept looking out for Clem. At last I saw my friend the doctor, with several other officers, on the quarter-deck. I hurried aft to him, and, touching my cap, asked him how Clem was. The others stared at me as if surprised at my audacity in thus venturing among them. “The boy is doing well,” he answered; “but, lad, I must advise you not to infringe the rules of discipline. You were, I understand, one of the ship’s boys, and must remain for’ard. He is a young gentleman, and such his dress and appearance prove him to be, will be allowed to live with the midshipmen.”
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Happy Jack, and Other Tales of the Sea

Another morning dawned, but no sail was in sight. One of the Lascars lay dead in the bows, the rest were stretched out under the thwarts, unable even to continue baling, and apparently no longer caring what might become of them. The gentleman, though the most delicate-looking of us all, held out the best. His eye was constantly ranging over the ocean in search of the raft or boat which might contain those he loved best on earth. I had great difficulty in persuading him to let me take the helm again while he got a little sleep.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Happy Jack, and Other Tales of the Sea

A Tale of the Sea. Chapter One. The “Naiad.” I go to sea in rather unromantic surroundings.
Have any of you made a passage on board a steamer between London and Leith? If you have, you will have seen no small number of brigs and brigantines, with sails of all tints, from doubtful white to decided black—some deeply-laden, making their way to the southward, others with their sides high out of the water, heeling over to the slightest breeze, steering north.
On board one of those delectable craft, a brig called the Naiad, I found myself when about fourteen summers had passed over my head.
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