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The Bravest of the Brave — or, with Peterborough in Spain by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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harbor.

Morning was just breaking, and the hatchways being removed the
sergeant shouted down to the pressed men that they could come on
deck. It was a miserable body of men who crawled up in answer to
the summons, utterly worn out and exhausted with the seasickness,
the closeness of the air, and the tossing and buffeting of the last
eighteen hours; many had scarce strength to climb the ladder.

All the spirit and indignation had been knocked out of them--they
were too miserable and dejected to utter a complaint. The sergeant
ordered his men to draw up some buckets of water, and told the
recruits to wash themselves and make themselves as decent as they
could, and the order was sharply enforced by the captain when he
came on deck.

"I would not march through the streets of Dover with such a filthy,
hang dog crew," he said; "why, the very boys would throw mud
at you. Come, do what you can to make yourselves clean, or I will
have buckets of water thrown over you. I would rather take you on
shore drenched to the skin than in that state. You have brought it
entirely on yourselves by your obstinacy. Had you enlisted at once
without further trouble you would not have suffered as you have."

The fresh air and cold water soon revived even the most exhausted
of the new recruits, and as soon as all had been made as presentable
as circumstances would admit of, the order was given to land. The
party were formed on the quay, four abreast, the soldiers forming
the outside line, and so they marched through Dover, where but yet
a few people were up and stirring, to the camp formed just outside
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