Snarleyyow, or, the Dog Fiend. Фредерик Марриет

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СКАЧАТЬ said the lieutenant, after trying the hot mess before him, and finding that he was still in danger of burning his mouth, "bring me the red-herring."

      "Red-herring, sir?" stammered Smallbones.

      "Yes," replied his master, fixing his little grey eye sternly on him, "the red-herring."

      "It's gone, sir!" replied Smallbones, with alarm.

      "Gone!–gone where?"

      "If you please, sir, I didn't a-think that you would have touched it after the dog had had it in his nasty mouth; and so, sir–if you please, sir–"

      "And so what?" said Vanslyperken, compressing his thin lips.

      "I ate it myself–if you please–O dear–O dear!"

      "You did, did you–you gluttonous scarecrow–you did, did you? Are you aware that you have committed a theft–and are you aware of the punishment attending it?"

      "O sir–it was a mistake–dear sir," cried Smallbones, whimpering.

      "In the first place, I will cut you to ribbons with the cat."

      "Mercy, sir–O sir!" cried the lad, the tears streaming from his eyes.

      "The thief's cat, with three knots in each tail."

      Smallbones raised up his thin arms, and clasped his hands, pleading for mercy.

      "And after the flogging–you shall be keel-hauled."

      "O God!" screamed Smallbones, falling down on his knees, "mercy–mercy!"

      But there was none. Snarleyyow, when he saw the lad go down on his knees, flew at him, and threw him on his back, growling over him, and occasionally looking at his master.

      "Come here, Snarleyyow," said Mr Vanslyperken. "Come here, sir, and lie down." But Snarleyyow had not forgotten the red-herring; so in revenge, he first bit Smallbones in the thigh, and then obeyed his master.

      "Get up, sir," cried the lieutenant.

      Smallbones rose, but his temper now rose also; he forgot all that he was to suffer, from indignation against the dog: with flashing eyes, and whimpering with rage, he cried out, as the tears fell, and his arms swung round, "I'll not stand this–I'll jump overboard–that I will: fourteen times has that ere dog a-bitten me this week. I'd sooner die at once, than be made dog's-meat of in this here way."

      "Silence, you mutinous rascal, or I'll put you in irons."

      "I wish you would–irons don't bite, if they hold fast. I'll run away–I don't mind being hung–that I don't–starved to death, bitten to death in this here way–"

      "Silence, sir. It's over-feeding that makes you saucy."

      "The Lord forgive you'" cried Smallbones, with surprise; "I've not had a full meal"

      "A full meal, you rascal! there's no filling a thing like you–hollow from top to bottom, like a bamboo."

      "And what I does get," continued Smallbones, with energy, "I pays dear for; that ere dog flies at me, if I takes a bit o' biscuit. I never has a bite without getting a bite, and it's all my own allowance."

      "A proof of his fidelity, and an example to you, you wretch," replied the lieutenant, fondly patting the dog on the head.

      "Well, I wish you'd discharge me–or hang me, I don't care which. You eats so hearty, and the dog eats so hearty, that I gets nothing. We are only victualled for two."

      "You insolent fellow! recollect the thief's cat."

      "It's very hard," continued Smallbones, unmindful of the threat, "that that ere beast is to eat my allowance, and be allowed to half eat me too."

      "You forget the keel-hauling, you scarecrow."

      "Well, I hope I may never come up again, that's all."

      "Leave the cabin, sir."

      This order Smallbones obeyed.

      "Snarleyyow," said the lieutenant, "you are hungry, my poor beast." Snarleyyow put his forepaw up on his master's knee. "You shall have your breakfast soon," continued his master, eating the burgoo between his addresses to the animal. "Yes, Snarleyyow, you have done wrong this morning–you ought to have no breakfast." Snarleyyow growled. "We are only four years acquainted, and how many scrapes you have got me into, Snarleyyow!" Snarleyyow here put both his paws upon his master's knee. "Well, you are sorry, my poor dog, and you shall have some breakfast;" and Mr Vanslyperken put the basin of burgoo on the floor, which the dog tumbled down his throat most rapidly. "Nay, my dog, not so fast; you must leave some for Smallbones, he will require some breakfast before his punishment. There, that will do;" and Mr Vanslyperken wished to remove the basin with a little of the burgoo remaining in it. Snarleyyow growled, would have snapped at his master, but Mr Vanslyperken shoved him away with the bell mouth of his speaking-trumpet, and recovering a portion of the mess, put it on the table for the use of poor Smallbones. "Now then, my dog, we will go on deck." Mr Vanslyperken left the cabin, followed by Snarleyyow; but as soon as his master was half way up the ladder, Snarleyyow turned back, leaped on the chair, from the chair to the table, and then finished the whole of the breakfast appropriated for Smallbones. Having effected this, the dog followed his master.

      Chapter III

      A retrospect, and short description of a new character

      But we must leave poor Smallbones to lament his hard fate in the fore peak of the vessel, and Mr Vanslyperken and his dog to walk the quarter-deck, while we make our readers a little better acquainted with the times in which the scenes passed which we are now describing, as well as with the history of Mr Vanslyperken.

      The date in our first chapter, that of the year 1699, will, if they refer back to history, show them that William of Nassau had been a few years on the English throne, and that peace had just been concluded between England with its allies and France. The king occasionally passed his time in Holland, among his Dutch countrymen, and the English and Dutch fleets, which but a few years before were engaging with such an obstinacy of courage, had lately sailed together, and turned their guns against the French. William, like all those continental princes who have been called to the English throne, showed much favour to his own countrymen, and England was overrun with Dutch favourites, Dutch courtiers, and peers of Dutch extraction. He would not even part with his Dutch guards, and was at issue with the Commons of England on that very account. But the war was now over, and most of the English and Dutch navy lay dismantled in port, a few small vessels only being in commission to intercept the smuggling from France that was carrying on, much to the detriment of English manufacture, of certain articles then denominated alamodes and lutestrings. The cutter we have described was on this service, and was named the Yungfrau, although built in England, and forming a part of the English naval force.

      It may readily be supposed that Dutch interest, during this period, was in the ascendant. Such was the case: and the Dutch officers and seamen who could not be employed in their own marine were appointed in the English vessels, to the prejudice of our own countrymen. Mr Vanslyperken was of Dutch extraction, but born in England long before the Prince of Orange had ever dreamt of being called to the English throne. He was a near relation of King William's own nurse, and even in these days, that would cause powerful interest. Previous to the revolution he had been laid on the shelf for cowardice in one of the engagements between the Dutch and the English, he being then a lieutenant on board of a two-decked СКАЧАТЬ