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Identifier: yankeeshipsyanke00barn2 (find matches)
Title: Yankee ships and Yankee sailors : tales of 1812
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Barnes, James, 1866-1936 Zogbaum, Rufus Fairchild Chapman, Carlton T
Subjects: United States -- History War of 1812 Fiction
Publisher: New York : Grosset & Dunlap
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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t shout from the spectators. The bow of the pinnace was stove in, and shepitched forward into the water like an angry bullbrought to his knees by a rifle shot. Men absolutelyboiled out of her. The moonlit water was dottedwith black objects ; some threshing with their arms,others silent and motionless. There came a rattlingreply of small-arms from the boats, and the longnines answered them. The action was on in earnest.No one can gainsay the courage that was displayedby the attacking force. They were Englishmen;it is not necessary to say more. The firing becameincessant. The men on the Armstrong had scarcetime to reload their guns. They would snatch upa pistol here and a musket there and fire out at thewater that was crisscrossed with the red flashes ofthe answering shots. More than once a boat hadreached the side. On two occasions men hadsprung to the bulwarks, and clung to the boarding-nettings until shot away. Every now and then theLong Tom would let go a half-bucketful of grape and
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There was a figure crawling up below him. In the Harbor of Fayal 141 scrap iron, hurling death into the boats. Every oneof the privateers crew seemed gifted with fourarms. From one point of attack to another theychased about the deck. It seemed as if she num-bered three times her complement. Bill Copelandwas fighting like a demon. Twice had he run alongthe top of the bulwarks, exposed to every aim.Suddenly he saw that one of the boats had workedaround to the starboad side. Giving the alarm, andfollowed by a half-score of the after-guard, he ranacross to meet this unexpected danger. One of themen who followed him caught up a twenty-four-pound solid shot in his arms as he ran. Anotherfollowed his example. Both shot crashed throughthe bottom of the boat, and a volley was poureddown into them. But three or four of the menhad already reached the chains. Copeland sprang to the bulwarks with his cutlassin his hand. There was a figure crawling up belowhim. Leaning forward, he made a quick str

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