William Henry Giles Kingston,
The Three Lieutenants
“ The eagerness of the chase to escape made it still more probable that she was a slaver. She was dead before the wind, carrying topgallant-sails and royals, and studding-sails on either side. A dark cloud passing over her threw her into shade; on it went, and once more the bright rays of the sun falling on her canvas brought her more clearly into view; another squall swept by, making the corvette’s studding-sail-booms crack and bend as if they were about to break away from the braces.“Hold on, good sticks!” cried Murray, apostrophising them, “the toughest spars will win the day.” ”
