Outward Bound - Or, Young America Afloat by Oliver Optic
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page 64 of 359 (17%)
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"Pipe all hands to muster, boatswain," said the first lieutenant, as the
petty officer touched his cap to him. "All hands on deck, ahoy!" shouted the boatswain, as he piped the call. This was an unusual order for that time of day, the forenoon being appropriated to study for each watch in turn; and those who were below hastened on deck to ascertain what was to be done. "All hands, stations for loosing sail!" piped the boatswain, when ordered to do so by Gordon. The first lieutenant was in charge of the ship, under the direction of the captain. The second lieutenant stood on the forecastle, where he was attended by the boatswain. The third lieutenant was in the waist, and the fourth on the quarter deck, near the mizzenmast. These were the stations of the officers whenever all hands were called. Mr. Lowington and the instructors stood near the companion-way, watching with interest this first attempt to make sail all over the ship. "Lay aloft, sail-loosers!" shouted Gordon; and his order was repeated by the officers at their several stations. The little tars who belonged on the topsail and top-gallant yards sprang up the rigging like so many cats, excited beyond measure by the scene of activity around them. "Lower yardmen in the chains!" continued Gordon and his order was passed, along by the officers. "Aloft, lower yardmen!" |
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