My schools and schoolmasters, or, The story of my education / by Hugh Miller.

  • Hugh Miller
Date:
1879
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: My schools and schoolmasters, or, The story of my education / by Hugh Miller. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    was stationed a-liead on the out-loolc beside the foresail horse: the night had grown pitch dark; and the lamp in the binnacle threw just light enough through the grey of the shower to show me the master at the helm. He looked more anxious, I thought, than I had almost ever seen him before, though I have been with him, mistress, in bad weather; and all at once I saw he had got company, and strange company too, for such a night: there was a woman moving round him, with a child in her arms. I could see her as distinctly as ever I saw anything,— now on the one side, now on the other,—at one time full in the light, at another half lost in the darkness. That, I said to myself, must be the soldier’s wife and her child; but how in the name of wonder can the master allow a woman to come on deck in such a night as this, when we ourselves have just enough ado to keep footing 1 He takes no notice of her neither, but keeps looking on, quite in his wont, at the binnacle. ‘Master,’ I said, stepping up to him, ‘the woman had surely better go below.’ ‘What woman, Jack?’ said he; ‘our passenger, you may be sure, is nowhere else.’ I looked round, mistress, and found he was quite alone, and that the companion-head was hasped down. There came a cold sweat all over me. ‘ Jack,’ said the master, ‘ the night is getting worse, and the roll of the waves heightening every moment. I’m convinced, too, our cargo is shifting: as the last sea struck us, I could hear the coals rattle below; and see how stiffly we heel to the larboard. Say nothing, however, to the men, but have all your wits about you; and look, meanwhile, to the beat-tackle and the oars. I have seen a boat live in as bad a night as this.’ As he spoke, a blue light from above glimmered on the deck. We looked up, and saw a dead-fire sticking to the cross-trees. ‘ It’s all over with us now, master,’ said I. ‘ Nay, man,’ replied the master, in his easy, humorous way, which I always like well enough except in bad weather, and then I see his humour is served out like his extra grog, to keep up hearts that have
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