contrary effects: the stopping of the motion of the cart disturbed the rest of our two midshipmen; they turned round in the straw, yawned, spread out their arms, and then awoke. Gascoigne, who felt considerable pain in his shoulder, was the first to recall his scattered senses.
Easy, cried he, as he sat up and shook off the corn leaves.
Port it is, said Jack, half dreaming.
Come, Easy, you are not no board now. Rouse and bitt.
Jack then sat up and looked at Gascoigne. The forage in the cart was so high round them that they could not see above it; they rubbed their eyes, yawned, and looked at each other.
Have you any faith in dreams, said Jack to Gascoigne, because I had a very queer one last night.
Well, so had I, replied Gascoigne. I dreamt that the cart rolled by itself into the sea, and went away with us right in the winds eye back to Malta; and considering that it never was built for such service, she behaved uncommonly well. Now, what was your dream?
Mine was, that we woke up and found ourselves in the very town from which the speronare had sailed, and that they had found the fore part of the speronare among the rocks, and recognized her, and picked up one of our pistols. That they had laid hold of us, and insisted that we had been thrown on shore in the boat, and asked us what had become of the crewthey were just seizing us, when I awoke.
Your dream is more likely to come true than mine, Easy; but still I think we need not fear that. At the same time, we had better not remain here any longer; and it occurs to me, that if we tore our clothes more, it would be advisablewe shall, in the first place, look more wretched; and, in the next place, can replace them with the dress of the country, and so travel without exciting suspicion. You know that I can speak Italian pretty well.
I have no objection to tear my clothes if you wish, replied Jack; at the same time give me your pistol; I will draw the charges and load them again. They must be wet.
Having reloaded the pistols and rent their garments, the two midshipmen stood up in the cart and looked about them.
Halloo!why hows this, Gascoigne? last night we were close to the beach, and among houses, and now where the devil are we? You dreamt nearer the mark than I did, for the cart has certainly taken a cruise.
We must have slept like midshipmen, then, replied Gascoigne: surely it cannot have gone far.
Here we are, surrounded by hills on every side, for at least a couple of miles. Surely some good genius has transported us into the interior, that we might escape from the relatives of the crew whom I dreamt about, said Jack, looking at Gascoigne.
As it afterwards was known to them, the speronare had sailed from the very seaport in which they had arrived that night, and where they had got into the cart. The wreck of the speronare had been found, and had been recognized, and it was considered by the inhabitants that the padrone and his crew had perished in the gale. Had they found our two midshipmen and questioned them, it is not improbable that suspicion might have been excited, and the results have been such as our hero had conjured up in his dream. But, as we said before, there is a peculiar providence for midshipmen.
On a minute survey, they found that they were in an open space which, apparently, had been used for thrashing and winnowing maize, and that the cart was standing under a clump of trees in the shade.
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