The Battle Ad The Breeze
A description of the Battle of the Nile,
in which the naval forces of Admiral Nelson fought and defeated the
French. The story is made more human by recounting tales of the life of
a British seaman, Bill Bowls, along with incidents involving his
friends Ben Bolter and Tom Riggles.
CHAPTER ONE.
TOUCHES ON OUR HERO'S EARLY LIFE, EXPERIENCES, AND ADVENTURES.
Bill Bowls was the most amiable, gentle, kindly, and modest fellow that
ever trod the deck of a man-of-war. He was also one of the most
lion-hearted men in the Navy.
When Bill was a baby--a round-faced, large-eyed, fat-legged baby, as
unlike to the bronzed, whiskered, strapping seaman who went by the name
of "Fighting Bill" as a jackdaw is to a marlinespike--when Bill was a
baby, his father used to say he was just cut out for a sailor; and he
was right, for the urchin was overflowing with vigour and muscular
energy. He was utterly reckless, and very earnest--we might almost say
_desperately_ earnest. Whatever he undertook to do he did "with a
will." He spoke with a will, listened with a will, laughed, yelled,
ate, slept, wrought, and fought with a will. In short, he was a
splendid little fellow, and therefore, as his father wisely said, was
just cut out for a sailor.
Bill seemed to hold the same opinion, for he took to the water quite
naturally from the very commencement of life. He laughed with glee when
his mother used to put him into the washtub, and howled with rage when
she took him out. Dancing bareheaded under heavy rain was his delight,
wading in ponds and rivers was his common practice, and tumbling into
deep pools was his most ordinary mishap. No wonder, then, that Bill
learned at an early age to swim, and also to fear nothing whatever,
except a blowing-up from his father. He feared that, but he did not
often get it, because, although full of mischief as an egg is full of
meat, he was good-humoured and bidable, and, like all lion-hearted
fellows, he had little or no malice in him.
He began his professional career very early in life. When in after
years he talked to his comrades on this subject, he used to say--
"Yes, mates, I did begin to study navigation w'en I was about two foot
high--more or less--an' I tell 'e what it is, there's nothin' like
takin' old Father Time by the forelock. I was about four year old when
I took my first start in the nautical way; and p'r'aps ye won't believe
it, but it's a fact, I launched my first ship myself; owned her;
commanded and navigated her, and was wrecked on my first voyage. It
happened this way; my father was a mill-wright, he was, and lived near a
small lake, where I used to splutter about a good deal. One day I got
hold of a big plank, launched it after half an hour o' the hardest work
I ever had, got on it with a bit of broken palm for an oar, an' shoved
off into deep water. It was a splendid burst! Away I went with my
heart in my mouth and my feet in the water tryin' to steady myself, but
as ill luck would have it, just as I had got my ship on an even keel an'
was beginnin' to dip my oar with great caution, a squall came down the
lake, caught me on the starboard quarter, and threw me on my beam-ends.
Of coorse I went sowse into the water, and had only time to give out one
awful yell when the water shut me up.
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in which the naval forces of Admiral Nelson fought and defeated the
French. The story is made more human by recounting tales of the life of
a British seaman, Bill Bowls, along with incidents involving his
friends Ben Bolter and Tom Riggles.
CHAPTER ONE.
TOUCHES ON OUR HERO'S EARLY LIFE, EXPERIENCES, AND ADVENTURES.
Bill Bowls was the most amiable, gentle, kindly, and modest fellow that
ever trod the deck of a man-of-war. He was also one of the most
lion-hearted men in the Navy.
When Bill was a baby--a round-faced, large-eyed, fat-legged baby, as
unlike to the bronzed, whiskered, strapping seaman who went by the name
of "Fighting Bill" as a jackdaw is to a marlinespike--when Bill was a
baby, his father used to say he was just cut out for a sailor; and he
was right, for the urchin was overflowing with vigour and muscular
energy. He was utterly reckless, and very earnest--we might almost say
_desperately_ earnest. Whatever he undertook to do he did "with a
will." He spoke with a will, listened with a will, laughed, yelled,
ate, slept, wrought, and fought with a will. In short, he was a
splendid little fellow, and therefore, as his father wisely said, was
just cut out for a sailor.
Bill seemed to hold the same opinion, for he took to the water quite
naturally from the very commencement of life. He laughed with glee when
his mother used to put him into the washtub, and howled with rage when
she took him out. Dancing bareheaded under heavy rain was his delight,
wading in ponds and rivers was his common practice, and tumbling into
deep pools was his most ordinary mishap. No wonder, then, that Bill
learned at an early age to swim, and also to fear nothing whatever,
except a blowing-up from his father. He feared that, but he did not
often get it, because, although full of mischief as an egg is full of
meat, he was good-humoured and bidable, and, like all lion-hearted
fellows, he had little or no malice in him.
He began his professional career very early in life. When in after
years he talked to his comrades on this subject, he used to say--
"Yes, mates, I did begin to study navigation w'en I was about two foot
high--more or less--an' I tell 'e what it is, there's nothin' like
takin' old Father Time by the forelock. I was about four year old when
I took my first start in the nautical way; and p'r'aps ye won't believe
it, but it's a fact, I launched my first ship myself; owned her;
commanded and navigated her, and was wrecked on my first voyage. It
happened this way; my father was a mill-wright, he was, and lived near a
small lake, where I used to splutter about a good deal. One day I got
hold of a big plank, launched it after half an hour o' the hardest work
I ever had, got on it with a bit of broken palm for an oar, an' shoved
off into deep water. It was a splendid burst! Away I went with my
heart in my mouth and my feet in the water tryin' to steady myself, but
as ill luck would have it, just as I had got my ship on an even keel an'
was beginnin' to dip my oar with great caution, a squall came down the
lake, caught me on the starboard quarter, and threw me on my beam-ends.
Of coorse I went sowse into the water, and had only time to give out one
awful yell when the water shut me up.
The Battle Ad The Breeze
A description of the Battle of the Nile,
in which the naval forces of Admiral Nelson fought and defeated the
French. The story is made more human by recounting tales of the life of
a British seaman, Bill Bowls, along with incidents involving his
friends Ben Bolter and Tom Riggles.
CHAPTER ONE.
TOUCHES ON OUR HERO'S EARLY LIFE, EXPERIENCES, AND ADVENTURES.
Bill Bowls was the most amiable, gentle, kindly, and modest fellow that
ever trod the deck of a man-of-war. He was also one of the most
lion-hearted men in the Navy.
When Bill was a baby--a round-faced, large-eyed, fat-legged baby, as
unlike to the bronzed, whiskered, strapping seaman who went by the name
of "Fighting Bill" as a jackdaw is to a marlinespike--when Bill was a
baby, his father used to say he was just cut out for a sailor; and he
was right, for the urchin was overflowing with vigour and muscular
energy. He was utterly reckless, and very earnest--we might almost say
_desperately_ earnest. Whatever he undertook to do he did "with a
will." He spoke with a will, listened with a will, laughed, yelled,
ate, slept, wrought, and fought with a will. In short, he was a
splendid little fellow, and therefore, as his father wisely said, was
just cut out for a sailor.
Bill seemed to hold the same opinion, for he took to the water quite
naturally from the very commencement of life. He laughed with glee when
his mother used to put him into the washtub, and howled with rage when
she took him out. Dancing bareheaded under heavy rain was his delight,
wading in ponds and rivers was his common practice, and tumbling into
deep pools was his most ordinary mishap. No wonder, then, that Bill
learned at an early age to swim, and also to fear nothing whatever,
except a blowing-up from his father. He feared that, but he did not
often get it, because, although full of mischief as an egg is full of
meat, he was good-humoured and bidable, and, like all lion-hearted
fellows, he had little or no malice in him.
He began his professional career very early in life. When in after
years he talked to his comrades on this subject, he used to say--
"Yes, mates, I did begin to study navigation w'en I was about two foot
high--more or less--an' I tell 'e what it is, there's nothin' like
takin' old Father Time by the forelock. I was about four year old when
I took my first start in the nautical way; and p'r'aps ye won't believe
it, but it's a fact, I launched my first ship myself; owned her;
commanded and navigated her, and was wrecked on my first voyage. It
happened this way; my father was a mill-wright, he was, and lived near a
small lake, where I used to splutter about a good deal. One day I got
hold of a big plank, launched it after half an hour o' the hardest work
I ever had, got on it with a bit of broken palm for an oar, an' shoved
off into deep water. It was a splendid burst! Away I went with my
heart in my mouth and my feet in the water tryin' to steady myself, but
as ill luck would have it, just as I had got my ship on an even keel an'
was beginnin' to dip my oar with great caution, a squall came down the
lake, caught me on the starboard quarter, and threw me on my beam-ends.
Of coorse I went sowse into the water, and had only time to give out one
awful yell when the water shut me up.
in which the naval forces of Admiral Nelson fought and defeated the
French. The story is made more human by recounting tales of the life of
a British seaman, Bill Bowls, along with incidents involving his
friends Ben Bolter and Tom Riggles.
CHAPTER ONE.
TOUCHES ON OUR HERO'S EARLY LIFE, EXPERIENCES, AND ADVENTURES.
Bill Bowls was the most amiable, gentle, kindly, and modest fellow that
ever trod the deck of a man-of-war. He was also one of the most
lion-hearted men in the Navy.
When Bill was a baby--a round-faced, large-eyed, fat-legged baby, as
unlike to the bronzed, whiskered, strapping seaman who went by the name
of "Fighting Bill" as a jackdaw is to a marlinespike--when Bill was a
baby, his father used to say he was just cut out for a sailor; and he
was right, for the urchin was overflowing with vigour and muscular
energy. He was utterly reckless, and very earnest--we might almost say
_desperately_ earnest. Whatever he undertook to do he did "with a
will." He spoke with a will, listened with a will, laughed, yelled,
ate, slept, wrought, and fought with a will. In short, he was a
splendid little fellow, and therefore, as his father wisely said, was
just cut out for a sailor.
Bill seemed to hold the same opinion, for he took to the water quite
naturally from the very commencement of life. He laughed with glee when
his mother used to put him into the washtub, and howled with rage when
she took him out. Dancing bareheaded under heavy rain was his delight,
wading in ponds and rivers was his common practice, and tumbling into
deep pools was his most ordinary mishap. No wonder, then, that Bill
learned at an early age to swim, and also to fear nothing whatever,
except a blowing-up from his father. He feared that, but he did not
often get it, because, although full of mischief as an egg is full of
meat, he was good-humoured and bidable, and, like all lion-hearted
fellows, he had little or no malice in him.
He began his professional career very early in life. When in after
years he talked to his comrades on this subject, he used to say--
"Yes, mates, I did begin to study navigation w'en I was about two foot
high--more or less--an' I tell 'e what it is, there's nothin' like
takin' old Father Time by the forelock. I was about four year old when
I took my first start in the nautical way; and p'r'aps ye won't believe
it, but it's a fact, I launched my first ship myself; owned her;
commanded and navigated her, and was wrecked on my first voyage. It
happened this way; my father was a mill-wright, he was, and lived near a
small lake, where I used to splutter about a good deal. One day I got
hold of a big plank, launched it after half an hour o' the hardest work
I ever had, got on it with a bit of broken palm for an oar, an' shoved
off into deep water. It was a splendid burst! Away I went with my
heart in my mouth and my feet in the water tryin' to steady myself, but
as ill luck would have it, just as I had got my ship on an even keel an'
was beginnin' to dip my oar with great caution, a squall came down the
lake, caught me on the starboard quarter, and threw me on my beam-ends.
Of coorse I went sowse into the water, and had only time to give out one
awful yell when the water shut me up.
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| BN ID: | 2940013265547 |
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| Publisher: | SAP |
| Publication date: | 10/09/2011 |
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