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Updated: July 25, 2025
Wilson, the Vale of Leven goalkeeper, came in for a fair share of praise; and so did Arnott, Smellie, Sellar, Gulliland, and Gillespie for their brilliant play, but many were in ecstacy about young Wilson.
The sails were furled, the yards squared, ropes coiled down, and decks cleared up; and then the first cutter was piped away, Mr Smellie at the same time receiving a summons to the skipper's cabin.
"That point bears north-west by north; consequently the tree bears from it south-east by south. Mark that off also, Mildmay, if you please." The master did so, and the three lines were found to intersect each other at exactly the same point. "Capital!" exclaimed Smellie, in high good-humour. "That satisfactorily establishes the exact position of the tree. Now for the next step.
Now, at what time do you propose to start?" "About half-past nine to-night," answered Smellie. Old Mildmay referred to a book by his side, and then said: "Ah, then you will have about two hours' ebb to contend with the last two hours of the ebb-tide. Now let me see," and he produced a sheet of paper on which were some calculations, evidently the result of his observations whilst "Sshing."
"The best of everything" for them and they, at the average age of eight, a band of depressed, resentful babes, had "hanged, drawed, and quartered" her in effigy, within a month of coming beneath her stony ministrations. In appearance Miss Smellie was tall, thin, and flat. Most exceedingly and incredibly flat. Impossibly flat.
This little apology and explanation having been made, the party separated, Smellie retiring to the verandah with a book to study Spanish, while Don Manuel and I trudged off with our guns and butterfly- nets as usual. On our return we found that Madera had again put in an appearance, and another evening of constraint and irritation was the result.
Having secured the prisoners to their satisfaction, our captors left us; and we were speedily surrounded by a curious crowd consisting chiefly of women and children, who came and stared persistently with open-mouthed curiosity at the captives, and especially at Smellie and myself, greatly attracted by the apparently novel sight of our white skins.
Finally, Smellie and Madera, after several unsuccessful efforts to get at each other, managed to cross swords, and after a few rapid passes the latter fell, run through the body by the skipper. In the very act of falling, however, he whipped a pistol from his belt and aiming point blank at the skipper, fired, the ball passing through Smellie's lungs.
But, by watchful attention to the helm, her bows always met them at a safe angle, and away they would sweep past us, harmless, but hissing and seething in impotent fury. According to custom, Tom Hardy had charge of the deck while Smellie and I were below at breakfast.
The body was then passed out of the launch and shouldered by six petty officers; Smellie and I supporting the pall on one side, whilst Armitage and old Mildmay performed a like duty on the other; the skipper leading the way to the grave and reading the burial service as he went, whilst the remaining officers and men, followed by the contingent from the Vestale, formed in the rear of the coffin.
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