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Ferrolan," he continued as those from the first cutter crossed the deck; and he grasped the hand of the person addressed, "let us thank God first, and then the commander of this ship, that we have been preserved, all the ship's company, I am informed." "I join you most heartily, my Lord," replied the doctor. "Captain " "Captain Ringgold," prompted Mr. Boulong, by whose boat he had been saved.
Scott," said the captain, opening the door into the pilot-house, "inform all the company that we go on shore in half an hour; and you will go with them. Mr. Boulong, lower the gangway, and have the barge ready." "Perhaps you have arranged a programme yourself already," suggested the new host of the party. "I have considered the matter. I proposed to see Bombay, and perhaps run down to Poona.
"They have no mission in these waters, though what floats that party looks very much like one. Call all hands, Mr. Boulong, and clear away the first cutter." By this time the Guardian-Mother was on her course to the northward. The storm was severe, but not as savage as it might have been, or as the steamer had encountered on the Atlantic when she saved the sailing-yacht Blanche from foundering.
The "Gospel Hymns" and other hymn and tune books were distributed. It was the usual time for singing, and the trio from the Travancore contributed largely to the volume of tone on the occasion. The new third officer had been stationed in the watch with Mr. Boulong, and Scott had the first part of the afternoon watch.
Scott reported cries from that direction not ten minutes ago, and the lookout aloft hailed the deck a minute or two later," replied the first officer. "Make the course north by east," added the captain. "North by east, sir," replied Mr. Boulong, mounting the promenade, and giving the order to the quartermaster through the window. "Steer small till you get the course, Bangs."
Boulong had called upon the commander the evening before, and he had been invited to join the party; but he had excused himself, and suggested that Mr. Gaskette would enjoy it more than he should, and he was asked to go. By half-past six the party were on The Strand, as the road in the esplanade bordering the river is called.
He had a spyglass in his hand, with which he proceeded to examine the wreck as soon as he had obtained its bearings; for he never did anything, even under such desperate circumstances as the present, until he had first ascertained what was best to be done. "How long is it since you made out the wreck, Mr. Boulong?" he inquired, still looking through the glass. "Mr.
Boulong was so occupied with his treatment of the first man rescued, that he did not see him, or hear his shout above the noise of the savage waves, and had directed the cockswain to steer for the next man, who seemed to be an older person than either of the others.
"There are eleven of them," promptly replied Scott, who, as an officer of the ship, was in his element, and very active both in mind and body. "Too many for one boat in a heavy sea," added Captain Ringgold. "You will clear away the second cutter, Mr. Scott, and follow Mr. Boulong to the wreck."
Brobson, the chief nurse; "but I don't think as these gardings is anyways equal to the Tooleries nor to Regent's Park even. When I were in Paris with Lady Fitz-Lubin we took the children to the Tooleries or the Bore de Boulong every day but, law me! the Bore de Boulong were a poor place in those days to what it is now." Clarissa took a couple of turns along one of the walks with Mrs.
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