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I had given up the thoughts of resisting. I was not a little amazed and delighted when we came out upon the shore, and I caught sight of the _Talisman_, as she was called, riding at her anchor. For she was a great line-of-battle ship, such as I had never yet seen, carrying seventy-four guns upon her three decks, which rose above the water like a huge wall, with the muzzles of the cannon plainly visible through the opening of her portholes. This majestic mass lay like a floating fortress upon the waves, and overhead her three masts towered up into the very clouds, with their yards set in order, and the ropes crossing from one to the other as intricate as a spider's web. Last of all, from a flagstaff on the stern, brandished the ensign of Great Britain, in defiance of her enemies. And my heart swelled as I gazed upon it, and remembered how that banner had struck terror into the Frenchmen, and Dutch, and Spaniards, in so many great and memorable fights. Perhaps in that moment I had a foretaste of those glorious triumphs of the British arms in which I was hereafter to take a part. As soon as we were brought on board this fine vessel--and by this time we had pressed two or three others of the Yarmouth men--we were presented to the captain for his inspection. The captain, it was easy to perceive, was a man of great quality, being, as I learned before long, a nephew of Lord Saxmundham, in Suffolk, who at that time sat upon the Board of Admiralty. He had the most elegant hands and feet of any man I ever saw, and was dressed with great care, having long ruffles of the finest lace to his neck and wrists, and a gold-hilted small-sword by his side. Even my cousin Rupert beside him would have looked but a country boor. He spoke to the lieutenant who had headed our party, drawling out his words in a fashion absurd in a London fop, but disgusting in the commander of a man-o'-war. "Well, Mr. Griffiths, what sort of scum have you got hold of this time? Faugh!" he continued, taking out a pocket napkin to wipe his nose, "I declare the fellows all stink of herrings!" This last was a downright lie, for I had never so much as stepped into a fishing smack. And besides, the herring fishery was not yet begun. "Sir, that is a fault which can soon be amended," returned the lieutenant, biting his lip at the other's insolence. "For the rest, they looked to me to be sturdy rascals enough, and, I doubt, will make good seamen." "Yes
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