The Cradle of the Deep: The Account of a Voyage to the West IndiesSmith, Elder & Company, 1908 - 378 עמודים |
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
admiral anchor arms Barbados Bartholomew Sharp beach blue boats Boca Boca Grande British buccaneers bushes cabin called captain Carlisle Bay Cartagena church cliff coast Colon colour Columbus Cruces curious dead deck Domenica Drake dust England English face famous feet fever fire fleet French garden Gold Road green grey Gulf of Paria guns hand harbour hill houses island Isthmus jungle Kingston land look Lucia Martinique Middle Harbour miles Morgan Morne Fortuné mule negro night Nombre de Dios OLD PANAMA palms picturesque Pierre pirates Port of Spain Port Royal Porto Bello river rock roof ruins sailed San Juan seen shadows ship shore side sight Spain Spaniards Spanish Main spot stands steamer Stede Bonnet stone strange streets summit tower town trees Trinidad tropics voyage walls West Indian West Indies wind wood yellow yellow fever
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 75 - ... until they be all shining from the foot to the head; and in this sort they sit drinking by twenties and hundreds, and continue in drunkenness sometimes six or seven days together.
עמוד 77 - And I am resolved, that if there were but a small army afoot in Guiana, marching towards Manoa, the chief city of Inga, he would yield her majesty by composition so many hundred thousand pounds yearly, as should both defend all enemies abroad, and defray all expenses at home...
עמוד 75 - When they are anointed all over, certain servants of the emperor, having prepared gold made into fine powder, blow it thorough hollow canes upon their naked bodies, until they be all shining from the foot to the head...
עמוד 76 - ... hard sand, easy to march on, either for horse or foot ; the deer crossing in every path ; the birds towards the evening singing on every tree with a thousand several tunes; cranes and herons of white, crimson, and carnation, perching in the river's side; the air fresh with a gentle easterly wind ; and every stone that we stooped to take up promised either gold or silver by his complexion.
עמוד 177 - All the servants were there in the hall — all the dear friends — all the young ladies — the dancing-master who had just arrived ; and there was such a scuffling, and hugging, and kissing, and crying, with the hysterical yoops of Miss Swartz, the parlour-boarder, from her room, as no pen can depict, and as the tender heart would fain pass over.
עמוד 97 - The next day he anchored at Gibraltar, and on the 2oth, says he, " I went on shore for the first time since June 16th, 1803; and from having my foot out of the Victory, two years, wanting ten days.
עמוד 126 - Negro espies his fellow at the end of the street, and rather than join him in a tete-a-tete, he will carry on a conversation with him for several hours at the top of his voice, to the unspeakable annoyance, perhaps the scandal , of all those who may occupy the intermediate houses. Should the wind blow off his hat and warn him to depart, he will continue the conversation and let some one else pick it up for him ; or if he condescend to notice the occurrence, he turns round with an air of offended...
עמוד 211 - The other pistol," the chronicle says, "did no execution." When the candle was relit, the captain's guests very naturally asked him what he meant by this desplay of musketry. He replied by damning them both to eternal fire, and, after cursing them at sufficient length, he explained, in a friendly way, that "if he did not kill one of them now and then they would forget who he was.
עמוד 304 - Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broach'd him to. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft.