William Henry Giles Kingston,
Mary Liddiard; Or, The Missionary's Daughter
“ Instead of a mast in the centre, there was a triangle with the ends fixed on either side, on which the mat-formed sail extended on a long yard ready to be hoisted.As they glided by the sound of the wild shouts and shrieks they uttered reached our ears.“May my poor father be protected,” said Lisele to me, as we watched them. “Once I should have thought what we see very fine, and should have sung and clapped my hands with joy. Now that I know how wicked it is to go and fight and kill other human beings, I feel inclined to weep with sorrow.” ”
