Identifier: yankeeshipsyanke00barn (find matches)
Title: Yankee ships and Yankee sailors : tales of 1812
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Barnes, James, 1866-1936 Zogbaum, Rufus Fairchild Chapman, Carlton T
Subjects: United States -- History War of 1812 Fiction
Publisher: New York : Grosset & Dunlap
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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n they were — Nantucket * and New Bedford fellows—jumped to the side.The long, narrow boat was lowered with half hercrew in her. The other half slid down the falls.Mr. Edwards leaned over the side, holding hishat on with both his hands. Mr. Emmett, cried he, you bring back thatman; dont let the Britishers beat you ! The midshipman looked up, touched his cap,and grinned. The man handling the steering-oar was a griz-zled, hawk-nosed down-easter. Many a time hadhe brought his boat up to the side of a whalewhen the seas were running high, and when itwould have appeared that a small boat could nothave lived, much less fight the greatest, strongestbeast to be found on all this earth. The excitement of the moment cut into the bloodof the oarsmen. They were going down with thewind, and they fairly jumped the boat from onewave-crest to the other. But occasionally, as aheavier sea would come up astern of them, theywould race down and lag for an instant in thehollow until lifted by the next.
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<u o The Rival Life-Savers 267 The tall Yankee must have been reminded ofthe time when he raced with the other rival boatsin order to get fast with the harpoon first, for hebegan encouraging in the old whaleman fashion : — Give way, my lads, give way! A long, steadystroke now ! Do ye love gin ? A bottle of ginto the best man! forgetting that he was nolonger the first mate of the old Penobscot. Oh,pile it on while you have breath ! pile it on ! Onwith the beef, my bullies ! The men, with set teeth and straining backs,were catching together beautifully, despite the factthat the wind threatened to twist the oars out oftheir grasp. The little middy, sitting in the sternsheets, had folded his arms ; but he was swingingbackward and forward to every lift and heave, withthe same strange grin upon his face. And nowthe steersman caught sight of the English boat asshe hove up to the top of a great wave. It wasplain that they had lost sight of the object theywere seeking. Oars ! cried the st

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