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eVfentS of the tale I had heard , that I should never have found my Way . Luckily rfry companion was of less imaginative stuff * and he picked the way cleverly . I stepped with him in silence ; and we reached the rocks which rimmed the creek in which the boat lay . But no Pietro Carriiso was visible . * Then he has slipped his cable , ' said N , and descended to the boat . I paused to look around , ere I
followed him . * Ha ! there he is ; ' but the moment I spoke , he made himself invisible , by stooping behind a rock , and as he did so , waved his hand out . * Hah , hah ! ' I caught a glimpse of muskets and uncivil caps , which , also , slipt or dropt out of ken , at Pietro ' s signal . No time was to be lost ; and a few scrambling steps and leaps brought me to the boat : * Shove off ! give way ! they are here . ' And the men bent lustily to their oars . We had half a dozen muskets in the boat ,
with other more diminutive implements , and click , click , click * in examination of priming , &c . prepared them for instant use ; while every eye of the sitters in the stern sheets was turned in scrutiny of each ledge , projection , and cavern , of the rocks , as the boat fast receded from them ; and now , opening the bay of Pola , it was evident that expectation was afoot ; for there was bustle all along the beach : broken and nodous iines of men and lads were seen
scampering towards the point from which we were going : there was to be a gathering on that spot ; but we saw ndiie as yet upon it . We were about three or four cables length out from the land , when * Pop ! whiz ! pop ! whiz—pop , pop , pop—whiz—whiz—whiz !' played into our ears . 4 Ho , Pietro Camiso , this is a concerto of your f » ninT > A 6 i * i / v * t l * r \ ir \ ci n r * r % * -r \ rm / 3 ( «* t Vii itvqo on-d in no chnrf ad 4 * nil *» r »« f / " \ r composing' 6 agai d * whizzes' againas short as the of
. Pops n , an , cry a nest of young linnets taking their first lessons in music . It was in vain that muskets were levelled , not a man was visible : nothing could be seen but the pluffs of smoke which seemed to burst up through holes in the surface of the ground . This , too , was a device of Pietro Catniso ' He was , as I before said , a Dalmatian , and had often witnessed the
efficacy of the system which was practised by all the Sclavonians , in firing from the rocks on our boats . Each man lies down upon his back and rests the muzzle of his piece on his toe ; or any little notch or crevice in the rock , or ground , will serve him for an embrasure ; slightly , thus ensconced , he elevates his head , throws the burning opal light of his eye along the barrel , and takes his choice of objects , 4 Pietro ! you are a knave , a traitor , a double traitor V 4 Pop , whiz ! ' and 1 felt a slight , very slight jerk at my jacket , at this instant . 4
1 Rogue , Pietro ' . ' Finger and thumb could not have done it better , ' said Nourse , pointing to my jacket , but you'll want a tailor to bend on a new button , and cooper up the hole . ' I felt a fuzzy scent , as of cloth burning : it was as Nourse said ; a shot had carried away a button , just across the breast , cut through the end of the button-hole , and left a brown , scorched line , like the tail of a comet , or a note of admiration written with the end of a hot poker . Nourse laughed at it , but I did not like it . Poor fellow ! he was killed three months after ; ( struck dawn
by my side at the instant I was speaking to him , yet such was the bustle of occupation that I knew nothing of his being hurt , till the action was over , and I saw him lying , so mangled ! dead , on a table , in the gun-room ) . * There ' s one , them ' s one ! ' said a black
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1833, page 643, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2622/page/59/
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