None obey’d the command to kneel, Some made a angry and rush that is helpless some endured stark and right,

None obey’d the command to kneel, Some made a angry and rush that is helpless some endured stark and right,

A few dropped at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim’d and mangled dug within 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 not seventeen years old seiz’d his assassin till two more came to discharge him, The three had been all torn and cover’d because of the child’s bloodstream.

At eleven o’clock started the burning associated with figures; this is the story for the murder associated with the four hundred and twelve men that are young.

Could you hear of a sea-fight that is old-time? Can you discover whom won by the light associated with moon and movie stars? List into the yarn, as my grandmother’s dad the sailor told it to me personally.

Our foe ended up being no sulk inside the ship we let you know, (stated he, ) His was the English that is surly 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 his 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 through the night, the moon that is full up, our leakages in the gain, and five legs of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners restricted into the after-hold to provide them the opportunity on their own.

The transit to and from the mag happens to be stopt by the sentinels, They see many strange faces they have no idea who to trust.

Our frigate takes fire, one other asks if we demand quarter? If our colors are struck therefore the combat done?

Now I laugh content, we have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting for I hear the voice of my little captain.

Only three firearms have been in usage, One is directed by the captain himself resistant to the enemy’s main-mast, Two well serv’d with canister and grape silence his musketry and clear their decks.

The tops alone second the fire with this battery that is little particularly the main-top, They hold on bravely through the entire regarding the action.

Perhaps maybe Not a second’s cease, The leakages gain fast from the pumps, the fire consumes toward the powder-magazine.

Among the pumps happens to be shot away, it’s generally thought our company is sinking.

Serene stands the small captain, he could be perhaps maybe not hurried, their voice is neither high nor low, their eyes provide more light to us than our battle-lanterns.

Toward twelve there into the beams associated with moon they surrender to us.

Stretch’d and nevertheless lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless regarding the breast regarding the darkness, Our vessel riddled and gradually sinking, preparations to pass through to the main one we’ve conquer’d, The captain from the quarter-deck coldly offering their sales through a countenance white as a sheet, close by the corpse of this son or daughter that serv’d in the cabin, The dead face of an salt that is old long white locks and very very carefully curl’d whiskers, The flames spite of most that you can do flickering aloft and below, The husky sounds of this 2 or 3 officers yet complement duty, Formless piles of systems and figures 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 stars overhead, quiet and mournful shining, Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and industries by the coast, death-messages provided in control to survivors, The hiss of this doctor’s blade, the gnawing teeth of their saw, Wheeze, cluck, swash of dropping bloodstream, quick wild 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 have always been 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.

For me personally the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep view, it really is we allow away in the early morning and barr’d through the night.

Maybe Not 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 perspiration to my twitching lips. )

Maybe maybe Not a young child is taken for larceny but we go up too, and have always been tried and sentenced.

Perhaps perhaps Not really a cholera client lies during the last gasp but we additionally lie in the final gasp, My face is ash-color’d, my sinews gnarl, far from me people retreat.


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