Outward Bound - Or, Young America Afloat by Oliver Optic
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In a moment the crew were in their places; the studding-sail booms were
triced up with the usual system, so that the sails could be reached. "Lay out!" continued the first lieutenant; and the boys walked out on the foot-ropes to their stations on the yards. "Loose!" The ropes by which the sails were secured to the yards were removed at this order, and the topmen held the sails in their places. "All ready on the forecastle, sir," reported Foster, who was captain of that part of the ship. "All ready in the foretop." "All ready in the maintop." "All ready in the mizzentop," reported the several captains of the tops, in their proper order. These reports were passed to the first lieutenant in charge of the deck, by his subordinates. "Let fall!" shouted Gordon, highly excited; and the sails dropped from the yard. "Overhaul your rigging aloft! Man sheets and halyards! Sheets home, and hoist away!" These orders were passed from mouth to mouth among the officers, and return reports made, according to the strict discipline of the navy. They were promptly executed by the crew, though of course not without some blunders; and the Young America was covered with her cloud of |
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