. John Rous; a Queen Anne story in Australian setting, showing in simple words the passage of a not uneventful life animated throughout by an inborn and unconquerable love of the sea and a most ardent patriotism . ts castle; but, as theveil of golden and rosy-tinted vapours lifted and waslost in mid-air, I made out tall, embattled hulls withcarven and gilded quarter-galleries, and grand bal-conied sterns pierced with many windows and sur-mounted by huge poop lanterns with glasses all aglowand beaming in the rays of the morning sun. Anon,I became aware of dusky forms in motion on the decks,and
. John Rous; a Queen Anne story in Australian setting, showing in simple words the passage of a not uneventful life animated throughout by an inborn and unconquerable love of the sea and a most ardent patriotism . ts castle; but, as theveil of golden and rosy-tinted vapours lifted and waslost in mid-air, I made out tall, embattled hulls withcarven and gilded quarter-galleries, and grand bal-conied sterns pierced with many windows and sur-mounted by huge poop lanterns with glasses all aglowand beaming in the rays of the morning sun. Anon,I became aware of dusky forms in motion on the decks,and heard for the first time the brazen music of shipsbells and the cries of mariners. Dogs began to bark;. . I distinguished boats moving slowly out fromamong the black and solemn shadows projected fromthe vessels on the water, and the clank of the oar andthe rush of foam-bells before the prow brought me anewer pleasure as I listened. The towering spars andyards and all the varied and curious web of nauticalapparel stood out more sharply against the brighten-ing sky. One by one the ships unfurled their ancientsin the sun, and gave their fork-tongued pendantswavering to the winds. A barge with a nut-brown 42. Young Johns Vigil of Arms. THE DUCKLING MAKES FOR WATER 43 and much-patched mainsail fetched across streamfrom Greenwich-wards, haling along, and lifting be-times a little black cock-boat after her by the nose;and by a faintish wreath of pale blue smoke trailingaway astern under the foot of the darkened sail, Ijudged that the crew breakfasted chemin-faisant, asJack Frenchman hath it. This circumstance remind-ing me of my own morning meal, and being in fearlest I should keep my worthy landlady waiting, withone more lingering look on the river and all its won-ders and enchantments, I bent my steps toward mylodging. Better to be born lucky than rich. . My joycame upon me with a suddenness that had like to upsetme. It subsequently appeared that this my rare goodfortune was owing n
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