Blue Jackets; The Log of the Teaser
Blue Jackets; The Log of the Teaser
By George Manville Fenn
18 Nov, 2019
“Come along, boys; look sharp! Here’s old Dishy coming.”
“Hang old Dishipline; he’s always coming when he isn’t wanted. Tumble over.”
We three lads, midshipmen on board HM clipper gunboat the Teaser, did “tumble over”—in oth
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“Come along, boys; look sharp! Here’s old Dishy coming.”
“Hang old Dishipline; he’s always coming when he isn’t wanted. Tumble over.”
We three lads, midshipmen on board HM clipper gunboat the Teaser, did “tumble over”—in other words, made our way down into the boat alongside—but not so quickly that the first lieutenant, Mr Reardon, who, from his slightly Hibernian pronunciation of the word discipline and constant references thereto had earned for himself among us the sobriquet of “Dishy,” did catch sight of us, come to the gangway and look down just as Double B had given the order to shove off, and was settling the strap of the large telescope he carried over his shoulder. I ought to tell you our names, though, in order of seniority; and it will make matters more easy in this log if I add our second handles or nicknames, for it was a habit among us that if a fellow could by any possibility be furnished with an alias, that furnishing took place. Less