William Henry Giles Kingston

William Henry Giles Kingston

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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston The Story of Nelson

The breeze had by this time sprung up again and was blowing fresh.
“We may fight her or try to escape,” said the captain to Bonham, eyeing the frigate as if he would rather try fighting first.
“I should say that the odds being so greatly against us we ought to try to escape,” answered the first lieutenant; “but I speak my own sentiments, and I am sure that of all on board, if fight we must, we will all be ready to stand by you to the last. Victory does not always side with the biggest.”
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston The Story of Nelson

The British crew, mostly stripped to the waist, stood at their quarters, grim and determined, with the gun-tackles in hand, eager for the moment to open fire. Pearce was on the quarterdeck. Young as he was, the whizzing of shots and the whistling of bullets scarcely made his heart beat quicker than usual, and yet, as in gloom and silence he waited for the signal when the bloody strife must commence, he felt an awe creep over him he had never before experienced. Nearer and nearer the combatants drew to each other.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston The Story of Nelson

The heavy shot crashed against the side of the frigate in a way which astonished the Frenchmen. With wonderful rapidity the guns were run in, loaded, and again sent forth their death-dealing shower of iron, this time tearing through the frigate’s upper bulwarks, sweeping across quarterdeck and wounding her masts. “Hurrah! we have knocked away her wheel,” cried Bonham, who had sprung into the mizen rigging to ascertain the effect of the last broadside; “she’s ours, if we are smart with our guns.”
Source: Gutenberg

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