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Michael Scott. Tom Cringle's Log
Tom Cringle's Log
Table of Contents
(1789—1835)
CHAPTER I.—The Launching of the Log
CHAPTER II.—The Cruise of the Torch
CHAPTER III.—The Quenching of the Torch
CHAPTER IV.—Scenes on the Costa Firme
CHAPTER V.—The Piccaroon
CHAPTER VI.—The Cruise of the Spark
CHAPTER VII.—Scenes in Jamaica
CHAPTER VIII.—The Chase of the Smuggler
CHAPTER IX.—Cuba Fishermen
CHAPTER X.—Vomito Prieto
CHAPTER XI.—More Scenes in Jamaica
CHAPTER XII.—The Cruise o the Firebrand
CHAPTER XIII.—The Pirate’s Leman
CHAPTER XIV.—Scenes in Cuba
CHAPTER XV.—The Cruise of the Wave. The Action with the Slaver
CHAPTER XVI.—The Second Cruise of the Wave
CHAPTER XVII.—The Third Cruise of the Wave
CHAPTER XVIII. Tropical High-links
CHAPTER XIX.—The Last of the Log—Tom Cringle’s Farewell
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Michael Scott
Published by Good Press, 2022
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We rattled along, until we came up to the French bivouac, where, round a large fire, kindled in what seemed to have been a farmyard, were assembled about fifty or sixty French soldiers. Their arms were piled under the low projecting roof of an outhouse, while the fire flickered upon their dark figures, and glanced on their bright accoutrements, and lit up the wall of the house that composed one side of the square. I was immediately marched between a file of men into a small room, where the commanding officer of the detachment was seated at a table, a blazing wood fire roaring in the He was a genteel, slender, dark man, with very large black mustaches, and fine sparkling black eyes, and had apparently just dismounted, for the mud was fresh on his boots and trowsers. The latter were blue, with a broad gold lace down the seam, and fastened by a strap under his boot, from which projected a long fixed spur, which to me was remarkable as an unusual dress for a Dire, the British army being, at the time I write of, still in the age of breeches and gaiters, or tall boots, long cues and pipeclay—that is, those troops which I had seen at home, although I believe the great Duke had already relaxed a number of these absurdities in Spain.
His single-breasted coat was buttoned up to his throat, and without an inch of lace except on his crimson collar, which fitted close round his neck, and was richly embroidered with gold acorns and oak leaves, as were the crimson cuffs to his sleeves. He wore two immense and very handsome gold epaulets.
