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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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srejoinder. We will have to do our own protect-ing. See that every musket and pistol is loadedand laid handy and, stay, he added, cut away thebulwarks just abaft the gangway and bring two ofthose starboard guns across the deck. We willneed them all, to my way of thinking. The crowds gathered on the shore could hear thesounds of preparation. From the English squad-ron also came a babble of orders and movement.The lights were doubled in number. Every portshone brightly. The moon had now risen untilobjects could be seen quite plainly. They are preparing for an attack in force, Reidsaid, handing the glass to Mr. Johnson, who hadalready seen that the boarding-nettings had beenspread above the railing. The men forward werebusy setting some spare spars to act as booms tokeep the boats from gaining the vessels bows.Time passed swiftly. At twelve oclock the oarsbegan again. But they were not muffled now! Click, clock, they came onward with a rush.Voices could be heard urging the rowers to more
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There was a figure crawling up below him. THE HEW TORI PUBLIC LIBRARY A.s , •.,«, LENOXTIJ-DJ-.iN - In the Harbor of Fayal 139 exertion, as if they were racing crews out for a prac-tice spin. Reid was levelling the glass. Ten, twelve, thirteen, fourteen — fourteen boatsloaded to the guards, he said. Gods love, theremust be four hundred men: they mean to takeus if they can. He looked down at his own littledeck. He had less than ninety now; but theywere ninety stout, good fellows who would not flinch.In the rays of the battle lanterns and the pale lightof the moon, Captain Reid saw that they were readyto fight their last fight maybe. It was no time to make a speech ; but the mencould hear every word he said without gatheringnearer. Lads, he said, reserve your fire untilyou get the word from me. Dont waste a singleshot, and remember this: aim low. . . . Cope-land ! Aye, aye, sir ! Cover that leading boat. Aye, aye, sir ! A big pinnace or barge, holding perhaps eightymen, was heading

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