Velcro Face Mask ed coronavirus test in the vicinity to reduce it. The dry dock which had floated near Warrenton, and which the Confederates intended to sink in the channel, had been burned, and a force of unionists, including the Zouaves, called The Pet Lambs, had been quartered on the island of Santa Rosa. It had looked for several days as though the enemy were preparing for a movement in mask of many faces retaliation for the destruction of the dry dock, which was a bad set back for them. The getting to sea of the Teaser had no connection with this movement, it appeared afterwards, and if Lieutenant Passford s enterprise had been carried out only an hour or two later, he would have found the situation quite different. He had sent the most of Captain Folkner s force on board ashore, and had it all his own way afterwards. He was sorry to leave these men, and the rest of the ship s company of the Teaser, to assist in fighting the battles of the Confederacy, and he was 258 filled with the hope that they might yet be captured. As soon as the Teaser was well to the southward of the island, Christy gave two short and a long blast on the steam whistle, which was the signal he had agreed to make when he approached the Bellevite, though Captain Breaker had laughed at him when he suggested that he might return in the prize. The velcro face mask same signal was made in reply, and repeated several times to aid him in finding the ship. The water was comparatively smooth, and the prize came alongside the Bellevite, where it was made fast. The lieutenant s first duty was to report to the captain of the Bellevite, and taking Dave with him, he hastened on board. He found Captain Breaker on deck, for there was a feeling in the fleet and in the fort that some important event was about to transpire in the vicinity. I am glad to see you, Mr. Passford, said he and possibly it occurred to him that he had sent the young man on a difficult mission, practically within the enemy s lines. You have brought the prize with you, I see and I was before informed of the fact that you had her by the signal whistles. 259 Yes, sir the Teaser is alongside. She is not a vessel of the Confederate Navy, but was fitted out on private account. She is a privateer, replied Christy. So much the better that you have captured her, added the captain. Did you have a severe fight, Mr. Passford We had no fight at all, sir. I was instructed to avoid a fight if possible, and I have done so. Not a blow has been struck or a shot fired, sir. I will hear your report in detail later, Mr. Passford, when the prize is in a better situation than now. Have you any prisoners asked Captain Breaker. Onl.ood of the adjacent jungles. The travellers might have brought the pinnace up the river so far it was deep enough to be navigated by a row boat and they had at first thought of doing so. But for several facial lotion reasons they had changed their minds, and abandoned their boat. It was too heavy to be easily propelled by oars, especially against the current of a stream which in many velcro face mask places was very rapid. Besides, if there should be a settlement of savages on the bank, to approach in a boat would just be the way to expose themselves to being seen, without first seeing. But to Captain Redwood the chief objection was, that a mountain range rose only a short distance off, and the stream appeared to issue from its steep sloping side in which case it would soon assume the character of a headlong torrent utterly unfit for navigation. Even had water travel been easier, it could not have been long continued perhaps not beyond a single day and it was not deemed worth while to bring the pinnace with them. So thought the captain, and the others agreeing, the boat was left where they had long since concealed her under the banyan tree. The captain s conjectures proved correct. The evening of the first day s march brought them to the base of the mountain ridge, down whose rocky flank the stream poured with the strength and velocity of a torrent. No boat could have further ascended it. As the path leading along its edge, and hitherto comparatively level and smooth, now changed to a difficult ascent up a rough rock strewn ravine, they encamped at the mountain foot for the first night of their journey. Next day was spent in ascending the mountain following the ravine up to its head, where were found the sources of the stream. Staying only for a short noon tide rest, they kept upward, and reached the highest point of the ridge just as the sun was again sinking into the depths of the forest before them. At their camping place on the second night no water was near and they might have suffered from the want of it, had they not taken the precaution to provide against such a deficiency. Their experience as castaways, especially the memory of their sufferings from thirst, had rendered them wary of being again subjected to so terrible a torture. Each of the three men carried a canteen strung to his waist the joint of a large bamboo that held at least half a gallon while the boy and girl also had their cane canteens, proportioned to their size and strength. All had been filled with easy homemade face mask cool clear water before leaving the last source of the stream, a supply sufficient to serve during their transit of the dry moun.
How long do you think the war will last, 58 Captain Carboneer asked the major, in this connection. Possibly it may last a year, though if we can break up that blockade, it will not last six months longer. The trio landed on the beach, and the naval officer made sure that the Florence was securely fixed in the gravel. The party walked down stream, embarked in the boat of which the captain had spoken. It was pulled by two men, and after they had gone about a mile, the captain began to blow a boatswain s whistle which he took from his pocket. But they had hardly jumped down on the beach before Christy Passford opened the cabin door of the yacht, and crept out with the utmost care. CHAPTER V CAPTAIN CARBONEER AND HIS PARTY As Captain Carboneer blew his whistle, a mile below the moorings of the Bellevite, an occasional response came from the shore. Everything was remarkably quiet velcro face mask on the river, though at long intervals a steamer passed on its way up or down the stream. The signals made by the naval officer were not loud, and the replies, made without the aid of any instrument, were quite feeble. One might have taken them for some frolic on the part of the boys. I don t quite understand this business, said Major Pierson, after he had listened a while to the signals. I suppose from the answers you get, that your men are all along the river, and the woods seem to be full of them. I have no doubt they are all here, replied Captain Carboneer. I have been in this vicinity all day, and I have made good use of my time. I 60 believe the Bellevite belongs to the Confederacy, and it shall be no fault of mine if the goods are not delivered in good order and condition. My father was confident that he should obtain her at Nassau, though he was mistaken, added the major. But when she went within our lines, we were all satisfied that she was ours. I have not yet been able to understand why she was permitted to escape. If you mean by that to cast any blame upon those who did their best to prevent her escape, Captain Carboneer, you wrong them grossly, said Major Pierson. She came on a friendly visit to the plantation of Colonel Passford but this gentleman, though the owner of the steamer was his own brother, promptly gave information of her presence in the creek, and did all he could to have her captured. No man could have sacrificed more to his patriotism than he did. I do not reflect on him or on any one I only wonder how the Bellevite contrived to escape when several steamers were sent out to capture her, added the captain. The son of the owner of the Bellevite was a 61 prisoner of mine, f.tinued to bite me but these I would get rid of in time. Well I remained on the apex, now bending down to beat back the soldiers that still swarmed upward, and then occupying myself in trying to get rid of the few that crawled upon me. I felt no longer any uneasiness on the score of the insects though I was not a bit better off velcro face mask as regarded the bull, who still kept velcro face mask guard below. I fancied, however, that he now showed symptoms of weariness, and would soon raise the siege and this prospect made me feel more cheerful. velcro face mask A sudden change came over me. A new thrill of terror awaited me. While jumping about upon the top of the cone, my footing suddenly gave way the baked clay broke with a dead crash, and I sank through the roof. My feet shot down into the hollow dome till I thought I must have crushed the great queen in her chamber and I stood buried to the neck. I was surprised, and a little terrified, not by the shock I had experienced in the sudden descent. That was natural enough, and a few moments would have restored my equanimity but it was something else that frightened me. It was something that moved under my feet as they touched bottom, something that moved and heaved under them, and then passed quickly away, letting me still farther down What could it be Was it the great swarm of living ants that I pressed upon I did not think it was. It did not feel like them. It seemed to be something bulky and strong, for it held up my whole weight for a moment or two, before it slipped from under me. Whatever it was, it frightened me very considerably and I did not leave my feet in its company for five seconds time. No the hottest furnace would scarce have scorched them during the time they remained inside the dark dome. In five seconds they were on the walls again on the broken edges, where I had mounted up, and where I now stood quite speechless with surprise What next I could keep the ants off no longer. I gazed down the dark cavity they were swarming up that way in thick velcro face mask crowds. I could brush them down no more. My eyes at this moment chanced to wander to the bull. He was standing at three or four anti-aging beauty mask face exerciser paces distance from the base of the hill. He was standing sideways with his head turned to it, and regarding it with a wild look. His attitude was entirely changed, and so, I thought, was the expression of his eye. He looked as velcro face mask if he had just run off to his new position, and was ready to make a second start. He looked as if something had also terrified him Something evidently had for, in another moment, he uttered a sharp rout, galloped several paces farther out, wheeled again, halted, an.n may be excused. Even the double doors of the cabin were of handsome wood, elaborately polished and they were not secured with the usual appliance full face swimming mask of a padlock, but were provided with an expensive mortise lock, which could be operated upon either side. If n-95 face mask Captain Carboneer had tried to open that door, he would have found that it was fastened but perhaps he could not have discovered that it had been secured upon the inside. Unless, therefore, he had taken the trouble to break open the door, he could not have ascertained that Christy Passford was actually in the cabin. Possibly, if he had opened the door by any means, he would not have discovered that the proprietor of the boat was in this dainty apartment, for the skipper had taken a sick face mask great deal of pains to conceal himself so that he should not be seen, even if the intruders in the Florence had 72 succeeded in opening the doors without the aid of the key in his pocket. Though he had two very nice berths in the cabin, miraculously arranged as to space, Christy did not occupy one on the present occasion, for in that case the unbidden visitors would have seen him if their curiosity had led them to force the doors. When the cook of the Florence, usually the skipper of the craft, was engaged in the practice of the culinary art, he seated himself on what looked like a box in front of the stove. But the interior of this box was really a part of the cabin, for it contained the feet of any one occupying the berth on the starboard side. The cookroom had no end of bins, lockers and drawers to contain the variety of provisions and stores necessary to get up a dinner for the skipper and his guests, when he had any. And even all these places could not contain everything that was needed on board. Under the two berths were large, though not very deep, lockers, one of which contained the jib topsail of the craft, and other spare sails, while the opposite one was the fuel locker of the sloop. As the boat had not been used for a long time in cruising, the fuel receptacle was empty, though 73 a spare gaff topsail had been thrown into it. This locker was velcro face mask big enough to admit the body corporate of the skipper. It was not a particularly clean place, for a portion of it had been economized for the stowage dreamwear full face mask of the charcoal, which the skipper preferred to wood. But he did not rebel at the blackness of the retreat he had chosen, snorkel mask full face for he velcro face mask wore his boating dress, which was hardly stylish enough for a dude or a dandy. But Skipper Passford did not crawl into this black hole for the fun of the thing. He had been spending his time in waiting for a movement.
Velcro Face Mask proaching with all the speed the oarsmen could command, and they seemed to be experienced hands. There could be no doubt of the intentions of the enemy, and the midshipman drew his heavy naval revolver from his pocket. Stand by to repel boarders he called to the seamen. Pass up one of those shot, Sampson. Have a hand mount the rail, each with a shot, at the points where you have placed them. The ladies wish to know what is going on, Christy, said Paul, coming from the engine room. 131 I have no time to talk now, replied Christy impatiently, as he saw the approaching boat within ten feet of the side of the steamer. Tell them to stay velcro face mask where they are, and not come on deck The boat was not a large one, and it did not contain more than a dozen men but the fine form of Captain Carboneer could be seen, as he stood up in the stern sheets. Those who were not pulling the oars began to discharge revolvers at the men now mounted on the rail but the motion of the boat and the ship seemed to defeat their aim, and no one was hit so far as was known. When the boat comes alongside, let the man who is in the right place for it drop his shot into it. Be careful of it, and don t waste the iron, shouted Christy, when the decisive moment came. All ready, sir, responded the men along the rail. You are the man, Boxie You are in the right place for the first shot, added the midshipman. Boxie was next to him, and it would be Christy s turn next velcro face mask if the old man failed to do good work with his shot. The boat came alongside, 132 and a bowman fastened his boathook at the side of the ship, and held it in place. At the same moment Boxie let drive his sixty pound shot but he ought to have waited an instant longer, for the missile dropped harmlessly into the river. The bowman had not obtained a good hold, and he lost it, so that the boat began to drift astern. Captain Carboneer shouted his orders, and the man got a new hold, and this time it was at the painter of the boat in which Sampson had brought off Mr. Watts and the ladies. It had been forgotten in the excitement of the moment, but the rope afforded a good hold to several men who had grasped it. At this thrilling moment, a man wearing a frock coat discharged a revolver at Christy, who was standing on the rail above him, and then, seizing the painter in the hands of the men, he climbed briskly to the accommodation steps, which had been hoisted up, but not taken on board. Christy was in the most dangerous position on board, for he seemed to be the target for all who could use their revolvers. But the young commander was not asleep, though he had given.ir rumps, I knew they were springboks. They were all in motion, some browsing along, while hundreds of them were constantly bounding up into the air full ten feet high, and leaping a top of each other. I assure you all it was tone of the strangest sights I ever beheld, and one of the pleasantest too for I knew that the creatures that covered the plain, instead of being fierce wild beasts, were nothing but graceful and beautiful little gazelles. My first thought was to get near them, and have a shot and I was about to start off over the plain, when I perceived that the antelopes were coming towards me. I saw that they were approaching with considerable rapidity and if I only remained where I was, they would save me the trouble of stalking in upon them. I lay down behind a bush and waited. I had not very long to wait. In less than a quarter of an hour the foremost of the herd drew near, and in five minutes more a score of them were within shot. I did not fire for some time. I knew they would come still nearer and I lay watching the motions of those pretty creatures. I took notice of their light handsome forms, their smooth slender limbs, their cinnamon coloured backs, and white bellies, with the band of chestnut along each side. I looked at the lyre shaped horns of the bucks, and above all, at the singular flaps on their croup, that unfolded each time that velcro face mask they leaped up, displaying a profusion of long silky hair, as white as snow itself. All these points I noticed, and at length, tired of admiring them, I singled out a fine looking doe for I was thinking of my dinner, and knew that doe venison was the most palatable. After aiming carefully, I fired. The doe fell, but, to my astonishment, the others did not run off. A few of the foremost only galloped back a bit, or bounded up into the air but they again set to browsing quite unconcerned, and the main body advanced as before I loaded as quickly as I could, and brought down another, this time a buck but as before without frightening the rest I proceeded to load for the third time but before I had finished, the front ranks had passed on both sides of me, and I found myself in the midst of the herd I saw no need for covering myself any longer behind the bush, but rose to my knees, and, firing at the nearest, brought it down also. Its comrades did not pause, but ran over its body in thousands I loaded again, and stood right up on my feet. Now for the first time it occurred to me to reflect on the strange conduct of the springboks for, instead of making off at my appearance, they only bounded a little to one side, and then kep.