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Updated: May 11, 2025
Though he has tumbled into a good many scrapes, he has always managed to fall on his feet. Then we've got a young lord, Mountstephen; he is always called Molly, but he doesn't at all mind, and declares that he'll some day show the Frenchmen what an English Molly can do.
In a line behind where we stood were the powder-boys seated on their tubs, cracking jokes, and seeming altogether to forget that we should have, in a few minutes, showers of round shot rattling about our ears. Though we used to call Mountstephen Molly, he didn't look a bit like a Molly now, for he walked the deck as calm and composed as if nothing particular was going to happen.
"I forget if I told you that, while our ship was undergoing repairs in dock at Port Royal, Lieutenant Foley, Molly I mean Lord Mountstephen with Nat Kiddle and me, and about twenty of our hands, were turned over to the Augusta, 60-gun ship, commanded by Captain Forrest; and immediately afterwards were ordered to proceed to sea, accompanied by two other ships under his orders, the Edinburgh, of sixty-four guns, Captain Langdon, and the Dreadnought, of sixty guns, Captain Morris Suckling.
This conversation took place when the convoy was about four or five days' sail from the West Indies. "The commodore is signalling, sir," cried young Lord Mountstephen, who was acting as signal midshipman, "`A sail to the southward! the Champion to chase and ascertain her character." "Make the answering signal," said Mr Foley. "Tracy, go and report to the captain."
Their shot came on board us pretty thickly, and not a few of our men were struck down. Among them was our first lieutenant, who raised his hand for a moment, and then fell back, dead. Soon afterwards I saw poor Mountstephen fall; I ran to help him, when I found that one of his legs had been shot away and the other fearfully injured.
As soon as I could leave my station I ran down below to see how poor Mountstephen was getting on. He was perfectly sensible, though pale as a sheet. He said he felt no pain. His first question was, `What are the enemy about? "`They're running, I replied. "`What, all seven of them? he asked. "`Yes, every one, I answered.
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