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Updated: June 28, 2025
I did not fail after this, whenever I felt hungry, to pay a visit to "The Dog and Duck," not being particular as to hours, and mine hostess always looked glad to see me. I had learned the names of the masts and yards and ropes, and a good deal besides, thanks to Medley's assistance, by the time the ship was ready for sea.
Onwards we were carried, the foam leaping high above our heads on the summit of a hissing sea, and then down we shot like an arrow, guided by Medley's oar, on to the comparatively calm surface of a deep bay. A few strokes more we glided up it, and were in smooth water, the moon not hiding her face till we were in safety.
I am sorry to say it, that though Captain Hake was a bold seaman, generous and kind-hearted, he was influenced by no religious principle; he objected to what he called Methodism on board, and so did the mate and doctor. Not a chest except Medley's and mine contained a Bible, and we had to read ours in secret to avoid the risk of being ordered to throw them overboard.
Some of the more active were springing along the rocks so as to get near enough to hurl their weapons at us. The crew, without waiting for Medley's orders, bent to their oars, and though several spears fell into the water at no great distance off, we were soon beyond their reach. Without waiting to ascertain what the savages were about we steered for the centre of the passage.
Wherever they might be, the swamps did not contain them. While all this was going on, a force started from Point Lookout, and swept the narrow necks of Saint Mary's quite up to Medley's Neck.
I was very glad to see them, and having finished my job I asked them to come down on the half-deck, where, while they were seated on Medley's and my chests, I regaled them with bread and cheese. "Won't you give it up and come on shore with us?" asked Dick, thinking that I must be leading a very hard life. "No, thank you," I answered. "Matters are improving.
At this point a thunderous knocking on the front door interrupted me. Something seemed to tell me who was at the end of that knocker. I heard Mrs. Medley's footsteps pass along the hall. There was the click of the latch. A volume of sound rushed up the stairs. "Is Mr. Garnet in? Where is he? Show me the old horse. Where is the man of wrath? Exhibit the son of Belial."
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