Several dropped at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim’d and mangled dug when you look at the dust, the new-comers saw them here, Some half-kill’d attempted to crawl away, they were despatch’d with bayonets or batter’d with all the blunts of muskets, A youth maybe maybe not seventeen years old seiz’d his assassin till two more arrived to release him, the 3 had been all torn and cover’d using the kid’s bloodstream.
At eleven o’clock began the burning for the figures; that’s the story associated with murder for the four hundred and twelve young men.
Could you hear of a sea-fight that is old-time? Can you discover who won by the light for the moon and movie movie movie stars? List into the yarn, as my grandmother’s dad the sailor told it to me personally.
Our foe had been no sulk in the ship we inform you, (stated he, ) His was the surly English pluck, and there’s no tougher or truer, and not had been, rather than will likely to be; Along the lower’d eve he arrived horribly raking us.
We shut with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch’d, My captain lash’d fast together with very very very own fingers.
We had receiv’d some eighteen lb shots underneath the water, On our lower-gun-deck two big pieces had burst in the very first fire, killing all over and blowing up overhead.
Battling at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o’clock during the night, the moon that is full up, our leakages regarding the gain, and five foot of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners restricted when you look at the after-hold to provide them an opportunity on their own.
The transit to and from the mag happens to be stopt by the sentinels, They see numerous faces that are strange don’t know who to trust.
Our frigate takes fire, one other asks if we need quarter? If our colors are struck while the combat done?
Now I laugh content, for we hear the sound of my small captain, we’ve maybe not struck, he composedly cries, we’ve simply started our an element of the combat.
Only three weapons have been in use, One is directed by the captain himself from the enemy’s main-mast, Two well serv’d with grape and canister silence his musketry and clear their decks.
The tops alone second the fire of the battery that is little particularly the main-top, They wait courageously through the entire for the action.
Maybe perhaps perhaps Not a minute’s cease, The leakages gain fast regarding the pumps, the fire consumes toward the powder-magazine.
One of many pumps happens to be shot away, it really is generally thought we have been sinking.
Serene appears the little captain, he could be maybe perhaps not hurried, their vocals is neither high nor low, their eyes provide more light to us than our battle-lanterns.
Toward twelve there when you look at the beams associated with moon they surrender to us.
Stretch’d and nevertheless lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless in the breast associated with the darkness, Our vessel riddled and gradually sinking, preparations to pass through to the one we’ve conquer’d, The captain in the quarter-deck coldly providing their sales via a countenance white as a sheet, close by the corpse associated with youngster that serv’d in the cabin, The dead face of a salt that is old long white locks and very very very carefully curl’d whiskers, The flames spite of most that you can do flickering aloft and below, The husky sounds regarding the 2 or 3 officers yet complement duty, Formless piles of systems and systems on their own, dabs of flesh upon the masts and spars, Cut of cordage, dangle of rigging, small surprise associated with the soothe of waves, Ebony and impassive firearms, litter of powder-parcels, strong fragrance, a couple of big movie movie movie stars overhead, silent and mournful shining, Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and fields by the shore, death-messages offered in control to survivors, The hiss of this doctor’s knife, the gnawing teeth of their saw, Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling bloodstream, brief crazy scream, and long, dull, tapering groan, These therefore, these irretrievable.
You laggards there on guard! Turn to your hands! In during the conquer’d doors they crowd! We am have’d! Embody all presences outlaw’d or putting up with, See myself in jail shaped like another guy, And have the dull unintermitted discomfort.
It is I let out in the morning and barr’d at night for me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch.
Maybe perhaps Not just a mutineer walks handcuff’d to prison but we am handcuff’d to him and walk by their part, (we am less the jolly one there, and much more the silent one with sweat back at my twitching lips. )
Perhaps Not a young child is taken for larceny but we rise too, and have always been tried and sentenced.
Perhaps Not just a cholera client lies during the gasp that is last we additionally lie in the final gasp, My face is ash-color’d, my sinews gnarl, away from me individuals retreat.