Part 9 (2/2)

”I am only telling you what I have heard from others, though I have observed some of the facts myself,” answered Marshall. ”See, now; what do you call that?” he added, holding up a very perfect Echinus.

”A sea-egg, of course,” answered Digby. ”But I own that it has always puzzled me how any fish can manage to lay an egg covered with spines.”

”It is not an egg at all; it is much more properly called a sea-urchin or a sea-hedgehog. It is allied to the star-fish. By means of these spines it can move about with great ease; they serve also as its protection. The covering is most curious: it is composed of several hundred pentagonal plates. By a process going on continually from the inside, each one of these plates is enlarged by a fresh deposit; and thus, without altering their shape, the animal, as it grows, has its coat of armour growing also.”

”Well, Marshall, I must say that you spin wonderful yarns, as Toby Tubb would say, about all these things. I suppose that they are all true; but they do sometimes make me open my eyes.”

”Depend on it they are all true. Mr Nugent can tell still more wonderful ones,” answered Marshall. ”The more we examine the productions of nature the more wonderful things we shall discover.

There is no doubt, also, that--”

”I dare say not,” said Digby, yawning. ”But do you know, Marshall, that, somehow or other, I would rather sometimes hear old Toby spin one of his yarns than listen to my uncle's lectures on natural history.

They are all very well in their way when one is in the humour for them, but, just now, I am rather inclined for a brisk walk; and, thinking of Toby, I say, I wish that we could get him to tell us how the s.h.i.+p he was on board of attacked I don't know how many Frenchmen, or some other of our enemies, and took one of them in sight of their own port. He was telling Easton all about it one day. Perhaps he will not feel inclined to tell it again.”

Marshall laughed at the idea of an old sailor _not_ liking to spin a yarn a second time, when the chances were in favour of his having already spun it many hundred times. He took the hint, also, about the lectures on natural history, and said nothing more to Digby on the subject. He well knew that if he was to attempt to cram it down his throat, Digby would be very likely to take a disgust to it, and obstinately set his face against all branches of natural history. He promised, moreover, to try and get Toby to spin the yarn in which Easton had been so much interested.

The next Sat.u.r.day half-holiday was very lovely, and all Mr Nugent's pupils agreed to make a boating excursion up the river as far as they could go, and to dine in pic-nic fas.h.i.+on at the end of the voyage.

”We must try and get Toby Tubb to spin his yarn,” observed Digby, as they were starting.

Mrs Nugent had supplied them with some cold provisions; and they took potatoes to cook, and tea and sugar; and they hoped to catch some fish, which would be a great addition to their fare. However, they were fortunately independent of the fish, which sometimes obstinately refuse to be caught.

Power, however, who had great confidence in his own success as a fisherman, wanted the rest to leave a cold veal pie behind, a.s.suring them that he would take care that they had an ample supply of salmon-peel, and ba.s.s, and flounders, which he promised to catch and cook for them.

”That is all very well,” said Marshall; ”but I vote that we take the pie, and then we can be eating that while Power is dining on the fish which he has not yet caught.”

”Now, do you, Toby, take the helm, and we will row,” said Marshall, seating himself ready to pull the stroke oar.

Digby jumped in next him, for he knew that he was about to fulfil his promise, to get Toby to spin a yarn.

All took their seats, up went the oars. ”Give way!” sung out Toby. The oars came with a simultaneous flop into the water, and the young crew bending to them, the boat glided swiftly and steadily over the smooth surface. The scenery for some distance was very beautiful: there were high cliffs, broken and fantastic in shape, with here and there openings through which green fields, and woods, and cottages could be seen, and deep bays and inlets, and, further off, downs, or heather land, on which sheep or cattle were feeding. The sky was blue, the air was fresh and pure; all were enjoying themselves, though they could not perhaps tell why.

”Try old Toby now,” whispered Digby into Marshall's ear.

Marshall began in a diplomatic way. ”Now, Toby,” he said, ”while we are pulling and cannot talk much, it seems a pity that you should not be telling us something we should like to hear. You have been in a battle or two, I dare say; perhaps fought with double your numbers, and came off victorious, as I have heard of British seamen doing more than once.”

”I believe you, Master Marshall,” interrupted Toby. ”I have been in a battle when we had three to one against us, and still we thrashed them.

I'll tell you how it was. I belonged, in those days, to the _Spartan_, a smart frigate of thirty-eight guns, and a first-rate das.h.i.+ng officer, Captain Jahleel Brenton, commanded her. We were in the Mediterranean in the year 1810. Many were the things we did which we had a right to talk about. It was about the end of April we were cruising in company with the _Success_ frigate, Captain Mitford, and the sloop _Espoir_, when, standing in for the Castle of Terrecino, on the Italian coast, we made out a s.h.i.+p, three barques, and several feluccas, at anchor under shelter of the guns of that fort. Our captain, as soon as he saw them, determined to have them; so as he was commodore, do you see, he ordered away the boats of the squadron to cut them out. I was not a little pleased to find myself in one of the _Spartan's_ boats. The whole expedition was commanded by Lieutenant Baumgart, of the _Spartan_; and we had with us another brave officer, Lieutenant George Sartorius, of the _Sirius_.

”We rendezvoused on board the _Spartan_, and soon after noon pulled in for the castle, covered by the fire of the squadron, which opened a brisk cannonade on the town and batteries. The enemy were not idle, and the shot were flying pretty thick about us, but that did not stop our way.

”'There's the s.h.i.+p, my boys, and we must have her, and the barques too, if we can,' sung out our lieutenant; and on we dashed, with a loud cheer, towards her.

”Round-shot and bullets came rattling about our heads, but they didn't stop our way more than would a shower of hail. Away we pulled, maybe a bit faster, to get through them the quicker. In a quarter less no time we were alongside the s.h.i.+p, which mounted six guns, scrambling up her sides, knocking everybody who opposed us on the head--not that all stopped for that, seeing that many leaped into their boats as soon as we gained the deck, and pulled away for the sh.o.r.e. The rest, however, made a tough fight of it before they knocked under. To cut the cables and to let fall the topsails and sheet home was the work of a few moments only, and we were under weigh almost before the enemy had turned the guns of the castle on us.

”The other boats, meantime, divided the barques among them, and, attacking them altogether, drove their crews into the water, and, cutting their cables, made sail after us. We lost only one man killed and two wounded in the whole affair, and carried all four vessels off in safety.

”That's what we call a cutting-out expedition. There's nothing we used to like better. They were generally pretty sharp slap-dash affairs; no s.h.i.+lly-shallying, and counting what was dangerous and what was not; but it was pull in, jump aboard, and we were out again with the prizes before the enemy had time to find out what we were about. But that wasn't what I was going to tell you about.

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