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Chapter 2 - Old Sea Dog
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fast asleep floating down the Nile with the current. Lying here some time I saw Pompey's Pillar and Cleopatra's Needle. One feat of the sailors was to fly a kite across the Pillar, getting the string over the top, let the string go, so as for the kite to fall the other side, then fasten some ropes to the string, and pull them over until there were enough for them to climb up, enjoy the scene, and drink the king's health and confusion to his enemies. Soon after sailed for Malta, thence to Cephalonia, Corfu, and Zante, where the currants grow that we are so fond of in our puddings, thence back again to Malta, parted with our anchors in a gale, and went on shore, but was speedily towed oil' by the Tigre, was hove down and repaired, then sailed for Gibraltar with two bomb tenders, but parted with them in the passage. On arrival found the Foudroyant with Lord Keith's flag and several other ships, took in water, and sailed for England. Off Cadiz we fell in with some Portuguese men-of-war, who were on the look-out after some Algerines |
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© Peter Smith 2008