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There
was
another
supper
-
party
that
night
,
in
my
cabin
,
as
soon
as
we
had
got
well
out
to
sea
;
and
the
French
captain
,
who
was
the
guest
of
the
evening
,
was
in
the
greatest
possible
form
.
We
became
sworn
friends
,
and
exchanged
invitations
to
come
and
stay
at
each
other
’
s
homes
,
and
really
it
was
quite
difficult
to
induce
him
to
take
his
leave
.
But
at
last
he
and
his
crew
were
bundled
into
their
boats
;
and
after
I
had
pressed
some
pirate
bullion
upon
them
—
delicately
,
of
course
,
but
in
a
pleasant
manner
that
admitted
of
no
denial
—
the
gallant
fellows
quite
broke
down
,
and
we
parted
,
our
bosoms
heaving
with
a
full
sense
of
each
other
’
s
magnanimity
and
good
-
fellowship
.
The
next
day
,
which
was
nearly
all
taken
up
with
shifting
our
quarters
into
the
new
frigate
,
so
honourably
and
easily
acquired
,
was
a
very
pleasant
one
,
as
everyone
who
has
gone
up
in
the
world
and
moved
into
a
larger
house
will
readily
understand
.
At
last
I
had
grim
,
black
guns
all
along
each
side
,
instead
of
a
rotten
brass
carronade
;
at
last
I
had
a
square
-
rigged
ship
,
with
real
yards
,
and
a
proper
quarter
-
deck
.
In
fact
,
now
that
I
had
soared
as
high
as
could
be
hoped
in
a
single
voyage
,
it
seemed
about
time
to
go
home
and
cut
a
dash
and
show
off
a
bit
.
The
worst
of
this
ocean
-
theatre
was
,
it
held
no
proper
audience
.
It
was
hard
,
of
course
,
to
relinquish
all
the
adventures
that
still
lay
untouched
in
these
Southern
seas
.
Whaling
,
for
instance
,
had
not
yet
been
entered
upon
;
the
joys
of
exploration
,
and
strange
inland
cities
innocent
of
the
white
man
,
still
awaited
me
;
and
the
book
of
wrecks
and
rescues
was
not
yet
even
opened
.
But
I
had
achieved
a
frigate
and
a
Princess
,
and
that
was
not
so
bad
for
a
beginning
,
and
more
than
enough
to
show
off
with
before
those
dull
unadventurous
folk
who
continued
on
their
mill
-
horse
round
at
home
.
The
voyage
home
was
a
record
one
,
so
far
as
mere
speed
was
concerned
,
and
all
adventures
were
scornfully
left
behind
,
as
we
rattled
along
,
for
other
adventurers
who
had
still
their
laurels
to
win
.
Hardly
later
than
the
noon
of
next
day
we
dropped
anchor
in
Plymouth
Sound
,
and
heard
the
intoxicating
clamour
of
bells
,
the
roar
of
artillery
,
and
the
hoarse
cheers
of
an
excited
populace
surging
down
to
the
quays
,
that
told
us
we
were
being
appreciated
at
something
like
our
true
merits
.
The
Lord
Mayor
was
waiting
there
to
receive
us
,
and
with
him
several
Admirals
of
the
Fleet
,
as
we
walked
down
the
lane
of
pushing
,
enthusiastic
Devonians
,
the
Princess
and
I
,
and
our
war
-
worn
,
weather
-
beaten
,
spoil
-
laden
crew
.
Everybody
was
very
nice
about
the
French
frigate
,
and
the
pirate
booty
,
and
the
scars
still
fresh
on
our
young
limbs
;
yet
I
think
what
I
liked
best
of
all
was
,
that
they
all
pronounced
the
Princess
to
be
a
duck
,
and
a
peerless
,
brown
-
haired
darling
,
and
a
true
mate
for
a
hero
,
and
of
the
right
Princess
-
breed
.
The
air
was
thick
with
invitations
and
with
the
smell
of
civic
banquets
in
a
forward
stage
;
but
I
sternly
waved
all
festivities
aside
.
The
coaches
-
and
-
four
I
had
ordered
immediately
on
arriving
were
blocking
the
whole
of
the
High
Street
;
the
champing
of
bits
and
the
pawing
of
gravel
summoned
us
to
take
our
seats
and
be
off
,
to
where
the
real
performance
awaited
us
,
compared
with
which
all
this
was
but
an
interlude
.
I
placed
the
Princess
in
the
most
highly
gilded
coach
of
the
lot
,
and
mounted
to
my
place
at
her
side
;
and
the
rest
of
the
crew
scrambled
on
board
of
the
others
as
best
they
might
.
The
whips
cracked
and
the
crowd
scattered
and
cheered
as
we
broke
into
a
gallop
for
home
.
The
noisy
bells
burst
into
a
farewell
peal
—
Yes
,
that
was
undoubtedly
the
usual
bell
for
school
-
room
tea
.
And
high
time
too
,
I
thought
,
as
I
tumbled
out
of
the
bath
,
which
was
beginning
to
feel
very
hard
to
the
projecting
portions
of
my
frame
-
work
As
I
trotted
downstairs
,
hungrier
even
than
usual
,
farewells
floated
up
from
the
front
door
,
and
I
heard
the
departing
voices
of
our
angular
elderly
visitors
as
they
made
their
way
down
the
walk
.
Man
was
still
catching
it
,
apparently
—
Man
was
getting
it
hot
.
And
much
Man
cared
!
The
seas
were
his
,
and
their
islands
;
he
had
his
frigates
for
the
taking
,
his
pirates
and
their
hoards
for
an
unregarded
cutlass
-
stroke
or
two
;
and
there
were
Princesses
in
plenty
waiting
for
him
somewhere
—
Princesses
of
the
right
sort
.
Footprints
in
the
snow
have
been
unfailing
provokers
of
sentiment
ever
since
snow
was
first
a
white
wonder
in
this
drab
-
coloured
world
of
ours
.
In
a
poetry
-
book
presented
to
one
of
us
by
an
aunt
,
there
was
a
poem
by
one
Wordsworth
in
which
they
stood
out
strongly
—
with
a
picture
all
to
themselves
,
too
—
but
we
didn
’
t
think
very
highly
either
of
the
poem
or
the
sentiment
.
Footprints
in
the
sand
,
now
,
were
quite
another
matter
,
and
we
grasped
Crusoe
’
s
attitude
of
mind
much
more
easily
than
Wordsworth
’
s
.
Excitement
and
mystery
,
curiosity
and
suspense
—
these
were
the
only
sentiments
that
tracks
,
whether
in
sand
or
in
snow
,
were
able
to
arouse
in
us
.
We
had
awakened
early
that
winter
morning
,
puzzled
at
first
by
the
added
light
that
filled
the
room
.
Then
,
when
the
truth
at
last
fully
dawned
on
us
and
we
knew
that
snow
-
balling
was
no
longer
a
wistful
dream
,
but
a
solid
certainty
waiting
for
us
outside
,
it
was
a
mere
brute
fight
for
the
necessary
clothes
,
and
the
lacing
of
boots
seemed
a
clumsy
invention
,
and
the
buttoning
of
coats
an
unduly
tedious
form
of
fastening
,
with
all
that
snow
going
to
waste
at
our
very
door
.
When
dinner
-
time
came
we
had
to
be
dragged
in
by
the
scruff
of
our
necks
.
The
short
armistice
over
,
the
combat
was
resumed
;
but
presently
Charlotte
and
I
,
a
little
weary
of
contests
and
of
missiles
that
ran
shudderingly
down
inside
one
’
s
clothes
,
forsook
the
trampled
battle
-
field
of
the
lawn
and
went
exploring
the
blank
virgin
spaces
of
the
white
world
that
lay
beyond
.
