Tom Cringle's Log by Michael Scott
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faces--showy dresses of the negroes--dined at Mr C-----'s, capital dinner
little breeze mill at the end of the room, that pumped a solution of saltpetre and water into a trough of tin, perforated with small holes, below which, and exposed to the breeze, were ranged the wine and liqueurs, all in cotton bags; the water then flowed into a well, where the pump was stepped, and thus was again pumped up and kept circulating. Landed the artillery, the soldiers, officers, and the Spanish Canon discharged the whole battery. Next morning, weighed at day--dawn, with the trade for Jamaica, and soon I ost sight of the bright blue waters of Carlisle Bay, and the smiling fields and tall cocoa--nut trees of the beautiful island. In a week after we arrived off the east end of Jamaica, and that same evening, in obedience to the orders of the admiral on the Windward Island station, we hove to in Bull Bay, in order to land despatches, and secure our tithe of the crews of the merchant--vessels bound for Kingston, and the ports to leeward, as they passed us. We had fallen in with a pilot canoe off Morant Bay with four negroes on board, who requested us to hoist in their boat, and take them all on board, as the pilot schooner, to which they belonged, had that morning bore up for Kingston, and left instructions to them to follow her in the first vessel appearing afterwards. We did so, and now, as it was getting dark, the captain came up to Mr Treenail. "Why, Mr Treenail, I think we had better heave--to for the night, and in this case I shall want you to go in the cutter to Port Royal to deliver the despatches on board the flag--ship." "I don't think the admiral will be at Port Royal, sir," responded the lieutenant; "and, if I might suggest, these black chaps have offered to |
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