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Title: Dead Men Tell No Tales
Author: E. W. Hornung
Release Date: October 1, 2008 [EBook #1703]
Language: English
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DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES
By E. W. Hornung
Contents
CHAPTER I. LOVE ON THE OCEAN CHAPTER II. THE MYSTERIOUS CARGO CHAPTER III. TO THE WATER'S EDGE CHAPTER IV. THE SILENT SEA CHAPTER V. MY REWARD CHAPTER VI. THE SOLE SURVIVOR CHAPTER VII. I FIND A FRIEND CHAPTER VIII. A SMALL PRECAUTION CHAPTER IX. MY CONVALESCENT HOME CHAPTER X. WINE AND WEAKNESS CHAPTER XI. I LIVE AGAIN CHAPTER XII. MY LADY'S BIDDING CHAPTER XIII. THE LONGEST DAY OF MY LIFE CHAPTER XIV. IN THE GARDEN CHAPTER XV. FIRST BLOOD CHAPTER XVI. A DEADLOCK CHAPTER XVII. THIEVES FALL OUT CHAPTER XVIII. A MAN OF MANY MURDERS CHAPTER XIX. MY GREAT HOUR CHAPTER XX. THE STATEMENT OF FRANCIS RATTRAY
CHAPTER I. LOVE ON THE OCEAN
Nothing is so easy as falling in love on a long sea voyage, except falling out of love. Especially was this the case in the days when the wooden clippers did finely to land you in Sydney or in Melbourne under the four full months. We all saw far too much of each other, unless, indeed, we were to see still more. Our superficial attractions mutually exhausted, we lost heart and patience in the disappointing strata which lie between the surface and the bed-rock of most natures. My own experience was confined to the round voyage of the Lady Jermyn, in the year 1853. It was no common experience, as was only too well known at the time. And I may add that I for my part had not the faintest intention of falling in love on board; nay, after all these years, let me confess that I had good cause to hold myself proof against such weakness. Yet we carried a young lady, coming home, who, God knows, might have made short work of many a better man!
Eva Denison was her name, and she cannot have been more than nineteen years of age. I remember her telling me that she had not yet come out, the very first time I assisted her to promenade the poop. My own name was still unknown to her, and yet I recollect being quite fascinated by her frankness and self-possession. She was exquisitely young, and yet ludicrously old for her years; had been admirably educated, chiefly abroad, and, as we were soon to discover, possessed accomplishments which would have made the plainest old maid a popular personage on board ship. Miss Denison, however, was as beautiful as she was young, with the bloom of ideal health upon her perfect skin. She had a wealth of lovely hair, with strange elusive strands of gold among the brown, that drowned her ears (I thought we were to have that mode again?) in sunny ripples; and a soul greater than the mind, and a heart greater than either, lay sleeping somewhere in the depths of her grave, gray eyes.
We were at sea together so many weeks. I cannot think what I was made of then!
It was in the brave old days of Ballarat and Bendigo, when ship after ship went out black with passengers and deep with stores, to bounce home with a bale or two of wool, and hardly hands enough to reef topsails in a gale. Nor was this the worst; for not the crew only, but, in many cases, captain and officers as well, would join in the stampede to the diggings; and we found Hobson's Bay the congested asylum of all manner of masterless and deserted vessels. I have a lively recollection of our skipper's indignation when the pilot informed him of this disgraceful fact. Within a fortnight, however, I met the good man face to face upon the diggings. It is but fair to add that the Lady Jermyn lost every officer and man in the same way, and that the captain did obey tradition to the extent of being the last to quit his ship. Nevertheless, of all who sailed by her in January, I alone was ready to return at the beginning of the following July.
