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Raymond Stand Up Counterbalanced Lift Truck 4150 4250 Schematics Maintenance Parts Manual
Raymond Stand Up Counterbalanced Lift Truck 4150 4250 Schematics Maintenance Parts Manual
Raymond Stand Up Counterbalanced Lift Truck 4150 4250 Schematics Maintenance Parts Manual
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“Well, sir, pardon me, I quite forgot myself, but really we’ve
got into a slangy habit in the ward-room; the only one who
does speak decent English is young Milvaine, and he is a
Highland Scotchman.”
“Well, sir, I’ve douced—I mean I’ve put out all lights. I have
men in the chains—not that we’re likely to fall in with shoal
water here, you know—”
“Oh, bother, you’re right to be safe. The Wasp ran aground
in about this same place. Well, who’s watch is it?”
“Young Milvaine’s.”
“Raggy die some day for Massa Milvaine,” put in the nigger-
boy.
“The young scamp will have the last word. Yes, Mr Dewar,
young Milvaine ought to have a medal for that; but, poor
fellow, he won’t, though I’m told there were sharks about by
the dozen.”
“I saw it all,” said young Dewar. “It was my cap that fell off,
just before we crossed the bar. Raggy made a plunge for it,
and over he went; Milvaine threw off his coat, and over he
went. The coolness of the beggar, too, amused me.”
“The scoundrels!” cried the former. “It is the dhow. They are
lightening ship to get away from us with the morning
breeze.”
But the thing has been done before, and it was going to be
tried again now.
But the sea was all as silent as the grave; there was the
rattling of the revolving screw and the noise of the rushing,
bubbling, lapping waves as the vessel cleaved her way
through them. Further than this, for the space of many
minutes, sound there was none.
“In what direction did you say you heard the cries?” asked
Captain Wayland of young Harry Milvaine.
The last cry was wildly despairing, and cut suddenly short,
as I have tried to describe, by the letters “ok.”
“Yes, sir.”
These were all the boats told off for the fight, about five-
and-thirty men all told.
Even Dr Scott and the other officers had left their swords
behind them, preferring the ship’s cutlass.
Every man had stripped to the waist before starting, for the
night was sultry and hot.
With muffled oars, nearer and nearer they sweep to the spot
from whence the sounds proceed.
But behold! the latter are seen from the dhow’s decks, and
lights spring up at once, and a rattling volley flies harmlessly
over the heads of our advancing heroes. At the same time it
is evident that boarding-nets are being quickly placed along
the bulwarks of the slaver.
But the Arabs retreated before the charge, fighting for every
inch of deck, however.
A bright white light now gleamed over the dhow’s deck. The
Bunting was nearly alongside, and burning lights.
It was well this was so, for on the deck of that slave dhow
stood fully seventy as brave Arabs as ever drew a sword or
carried a spear.
They went down before our blue-jackets, nevertheless, in
twos and threes. The modern colt is a glorious weapon when
held in a cool hand and backed by a steady eye.
They knew or felt that they could not, if killed, walk straight
from that blood-slippery battle-deck into the paradise of
Mahomed.
Add to this that their weapons were far inferior to ours. Their
spears were easily shivered, and even their swords; while
their pistols could scarcely be called arms of precision.
“I’m going to post-mortem them. Will you come and see the
operation?”
“Horrible—no!”
“Ah! well, Jack, you have a mother, I hain’t, but I’ll give
mine to my Soosie. My eye! maties, but she’s a slick fine
lass. Talk about a figure! Soosie’s is the finest ever you saw.
Blow’d if two arms would meet round her waist, fact I tells
ye, mates. I’ve seen a rye-nosser-oss with not ’arf so fine a
figure as Soosie’s got.”
“That it be.”
“And if ever any of you old chums drops round to see Jack
behind his bar counter—ahem! my eye! maties, won’t I be
glad to see you just! Won’t I get out the longest clay pipe in
the shanty, and the best nigger head! And won’t I draw ye a
drop o’ summut as will make all the ’air on your ’eads stand
straight up like a frightful porkeypine’s! And maybe there
won’t be much to pay for it either?”
It will be noted from the above conversation that the aims in
life of the British man-o’-war sailor are seldom of a very
exalted character.
Songs were sure to follow, during which very often the door
would open, and there would be seen standing smiling the
captain himself.
You may be sure that room was speedily made for him, and
so these happy evenings would pass away till eight bells
(twelve o’clock) rang out Ding-ding, ding-ding, ding-ding,
ding-ding—that is the way they went, and this warned every
one it was time to turn in.
For three more years the Bunting carried it with a high hand
among the slavers on the Eastern coast. Even Harry himself
now began to long for home, and to see his dear mother and
father again.
Letters came but about once in three months, and the mail
never failed to bring Harry a bundle that kept him reading
for a week, because he read them all over and over again,
put them aside for days, took them out once more, and
again read them.
His old friend Andrew’s letters were always comical, and his
good-natured, simple face invariably rose up before our
hero’s mind’s eye as he perused them.
Even his old dominie did not forget Harry. By almost every
mail now the Buntings expected a letter from their lordships
ordering them home.
The steward threw his apron over his left shoulder and
entered from the steerage.
“Can you give us a ripping good feed to-night, and have it all
on the table smart at half-past six?”
The ship, by the bye, was lying off the Sultan’s Palace, in the
roadstead at Zanzibar.
“Yes—French Charlie?”
“Well, sir, he cook one excellent dinner, and wait too; and
myself, sir, vill make de curry.”
The doctor assented with alacrity, and the ship’s stores thus
expended were afterwards put down as sick-bay comforts.
The steward was off in good time, with foliage and flowers.
Then a huge awning was rigged on deck, and lined with flags
and candles stuck amidst the flowers, and branching
bayonets and cutlasses.
The toast of the evening, after the loyal ones, was of course
Captain Wayland; and that gentleman replied in the neatest
little speech that had ever been heard on the deck of a man-
o’-war.
When dessert had been done moderate justice to, then the
end of the curtain was drawn aside, the steward brought up
the “sick-bay comforts,” and in due form the main-brace was
spliced; and every man as he raised the cup to his lips
wished long life and prosperity to their jolly captain.
After this there was a wild hurrah! and in the very midst of it
the doctor started playing.