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Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 24: (search)
ltar, quite an intimacy springing up between the naval and military officers and ourselves; whereas, as far as we could learn, the Yankee officers of the several Federal ships of war, which by this time had arrived, were kept at arm's-length, no other than the customary official courtesies being extended to them. We certainly did not meet any of them at the club, or other public places. I had visited Gibraltar when a young officer in the old service, and I had often read, and laughed over Marryatt's humorous description of the Mess of the garrison in his day; how, after one of their roistering dinners, the naval officers who had been present, would be wheeled down to the sally-port, where their boats were waiting to take them on board their ships, on wheel-barrows—the following colloquy taking place between the sally-port sentinel (it being now some hours after dark), and the wheeler of the wheel-barrow. Sentinel:—Who comes there? Wheeler of wheel-barrow:—Officer drunk on a wheel-b<
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 25: (search)
pice of fifteen hundred feet upon the sea breaking in miniature waves at the base of the Rock. There was no rail to guard one from the precipice below, and I could but wonder at the nonchalance with which the Colonel stepped out upon this narrow ledge, and walked some yards to get a view of the distant coast of Spain, expecting me to follow him. I did follow him, but I planted my feet very firmly and carefully, feeling all the while some such emptiness in the region of the bread-basket, as Marryatt describes Peter Simple to have experienced when the first shot whistled past that young gentleman in his first naval engagement. The object of the Colonel, in this flank movement, was to show me a famous height some distance inland, called the Queen of Spain's Chair, and to relate to me the legend in connection with it. The Rock of Gibraltar has always been the darling of Spain. It has been twice wrested from her, once by the Moors, and once by the English. She regained it from the Moo
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 40: (search)
icer of the cutter heard one of the sailors in the dug-out say to the other, I'll tell you what it is, Bill, there's too much cargo in this here d—d craft, and I'm going to lighten ship a little, and at the same instant, he saw the two men lay in their paddles, seize one of the negroes, and pitch him head foremost overboard! They then seized their paddles again, and away darted the dug-out with renewed speed. Port Royal Bay is a large sheet of water, and is, besides, as every reader of Marryatt's incomparable tales knows, full of ravenous sharks. It would not do, of course, for the cutter to permit the negro either to drown or to be eaten by the sharks. and so, as she came up with him, sputtering and floundering for his life, she was obliged to back of all, and take him in. The sailor who grabbed at him first, missed him, and the boat shot ahead of him, which rendered it necessary for her to turn and pull back a short distance before she could rescue him. This done, he was flung