Author: Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

Publisher: Library of Alexandria

Published: 2020-09-28

Total Pages: 26

ISBN-13: 1465594175

"Well, sure enough, the end was coming fast when my father got down to the point. Six men had been cast up alive, or just breathingÑa seaman and five troopers. The seaman was the only one that had breath to speak; and while they were carrying him into the town, the word went round that the ship's name was the 'Despatch,' transport, homeward-bound from Corunna, with a detachment of the Seventh Hussars, that had been fighting out there with Sir John Moore. The seas had rolled her further over by this time, and given her decks a pretty sharp slope; but a dozen men still held on, seven by the ropes near the ship's waist, a couple near the break of the poop, and three on the quarterdeck. Of these three my father made out one to be the skipper; close by him clung an officer in full regimentalsÑhis name, they heard after, was Captain Dun-canfield; and last came the tall trumpeter; and if you'll believe me, the fellow was making shift there, at the very last, to blow 'God Save the King.' What's more, he got to 'Send us victorious,' before an extra big sea came bursting across and washed them off the deckÑevery man but one of the pair beneath the poopÑand he dropped his hold before the next wave; being stunned, I reckon. The others went out of sight at once, but the trumpeterÑbeing, as I said, a powerful man as well as a tough swimmerÑrose like a duck, rode out a couple of breakers, and came in on the crest of the third. The folks looked to see him broke like an egg at their very feet; but when the smother cleared, there he was, lying face downward on a ledge below them; and one of the men that happened to have a rope round himÑI forgot the fellow's name, if I ever heard itÑjumped down and grabbed him by the ankle as he began to slip back. Before the next big sea, the pair were hauled high enough to be out of harm, and another heave brought them up to grass. Quick work, but master trumpeter wasn't quite dead; nothing worse than a cracked head and three staved ribs. In twenty minutes or so they had him in bed, with the doctor to tend him.