CHAPTER XI.

"THERE'S A STORM BREWING, AND YOU'LL BE IN IT, TOM."

"D'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch

All as one as a piece of the ship,

And with her brave the world without offering to flinch,

From the moment the anchor's atrip.

Even when my time comes, ne'er believe me so soft

As with grief to be taken aback,

For the same little cherub that sits up aloft,

Will look out a good berth for poor Jack."--DIBDIN.

"The _Lowestoft_," continued Merryweather, "arrived at Jamaica, and a

proof was given now that Captain Locker was a true friend to Nelson.

For knowing that he was running over with zeal for the service, he

had him appointed to a separate command. Though, had the captain

consulted his own wishes, he would much have preferred having the

bold young lieutenant with himself.

"In the saucy wee schooner, _Little Lucy_, Nelson could lord it on

his own quarter-deck, monarch of all he surveyed, and, in his own

words, he made himself a complete pilot of all the passages through

the islands situated to the north of Hispaniola.

"My friend's next preferment--through the interest of Locker--was to

the third lieutenancy of the flagship _Bristol_, under Admiral

Parker. But he was after a time promoted to the rank of first

lieutenant. During his cruise in the _Bristol_, though Nelson

himself says but little about it, he was not idle, and undoubtedly

did his share of the duty of capturing no less than seventeen sail

belonging to the enemy.

"Then Horace was appointed to the command of an old-fashioned, sturdy

brig called the _Badger_, and was sent off to the coast of Mosquito

and Bay of Honduras, to make it hot for the swarms of Yankee

privateers that were cruising around there on the outlook for British

shipping.

"I fear, Bob, that if I told you how excellently well young Nelson

performed the duties required of him, you would imagine I was trying

to make my friend too much of a hero; but if he joins our service,

Tom will soon know that the Admiralty considers the performance of

duty no act of heroism, however well it is done. But Nelson

protected the settlers on this coast so faithfully and well, that he

was not only admired, but in reality adored by them.

"It was while still in the _Badger_, and lying in Montago Bay, that

the _Glasgow_, a 20-gun vessel, arrived. In about two hours' time

she was wrapped in vast sheets of flame, and it was only through the

extraordinary exertions of Nelson, aided by Captain Lloyd himself,

that the crew were saved. Nelson, in speaking of the disaster, gives

Captain Lloyd his due meed of praise. But he deserved it. There was

one man on board the poor _Glasgow_ who richly deserved flogging

first and hanging afterwards; this was the steward."

"Was he flogged and hanged?" said Tom.

"I don't know, lad. I expect he was flogged at the very least. The

scoundrel had gone to steal rum for himself and mates from the after

hold. He succeeded in capsizing a cask of rum, and setting fire to

it with the purser's dip he carried.

"Now the _Glasgow_ was laden with gunpowder, and Captain Lloyd knew

that if she blew up, not only would every one on board perish, but

the magazines and warehouses on shore would also be destroyed. He

immediately called all hands therefore, declaring that until every

cask of powder was had up and thrown into the sea, not a man should

leave the ship.

"The crew, who dearly loved their honest Welsh commander, obeyed his

instructions, and saved themselves and him from a fearful death.

"Then Nelson came to the rescue, and the crew were got off before the

charred timbers sank hissing in the waves.

"On the 28th of April, '79, my friend Horace, in his bold brig

_Badger_, carried and captured _La Prudente_.

"Well, Tom, I haven't time to tell you all Nelson's brave deeds in

the West Indies, and indeed I do not remember half of them, but about

this time both France and Spain, you know or ought to know, were at

war with Britain, and what with having now no men from America, we

were not only rather short-handed, but somewhat short of ships, and

by way of encouraging good men and officers to join the service,

Prince William Henry became a midshipman, and many more of the scions

and offshoots of nobility followed his example.

"Nelson received his post-captaincy, and Collingwood* became

commander of the _Badger_. Horace was appointed to the

_Hinchinbrook_, and during the cruise with the _Major_ and _Penelope_

took many prizes.

* Afterwards Lord Collingwood.

"But now, at the age of twenty-one, Horace had still higher

promotion, for, as it was expected that the French admiral, Count

d'Estainy, would attack Jamaica in force, he was appointed to the

command of the batteries of Fort Charles, at Port Royal.

"But this bold count did nothing, and did it well.

"Nelson's next service was one of great importance. General Sir John

Balling had formed a plan for an expedition against Fort St. Juan, in

the Gulf of Mexico, and the sea operations were entrusted to Horace.

"It was the object of this expedition, by taking the fort and

obtaining command of the Rio San Juan, running between the lake

Nicaragua and the Atlantic, to obtain possession of the cities of

Granada and Leon, and thus cut the communication of the Spaniards

betwixt their northern and southern possessions in America.

"My friend's duty was the conveyance of the transports and the

landing of the troops.

"But Nelson was not to be satisfied with so simple a share of the

honour and glory of this expedition, and both Sir John and Captain

Polson, of the 60th, testified in words of burning admiration to the

great skill and indomitable energy of poor Horace. 'He was the

first,' says Polson, 'on every service, whether undertaken by day or

by night, and hardly a gun was pointed that was not laid by himself

or by Lieutenant Despard.'*

* Twenty years after this, Despard was tried and executed for high

treason with six of his fellow conspirators. He was, nevertheless, a

brave and daring, though misguided man.

"It was a sad expedition this from beginning to end. The game,

indeed, was hardly worth the candle; but Nelson was its real head.

He not only landed with the men, and led them on to death or glory,

but piloted them up the river, and took port after port from the

astonished Spaniards, and all this in a climate so unhealthy, so

rotten and malodorous, that pestilence was a greater foe to success

than the resistance offered by the enemy. For on the march men fell

dead in the ranks, others were poisoned by water, they were short of

provisions, being forced to kill and eat monkeys, while several were

killed by serpents. Not since the days of old Spanish buccaneering

had any troops suffered as did those with bold Nelson. He says

himself he carried troops a hundred miles up the river, he boarded

the enemies' outposts situated on an island in the river, and made

batteries and afterwards fought them, and was a principal cause of

the success that attended our operations.

"Was it any wonder that in a place so pestilential fever broke out?

It was fearful, Tom. I should not talk about such things to-day, but

in Nelson's ship of 200 men, 87 were seized and confined to their

beds in one night, and 145 were buried there, only ten men surviving

the terrible expedition.

"Nelson himself was nearly dead, and but for the kindness of Sir

Peter Parker, who appointed him to the 44-gun frigate _Janus_, at

Jamaica, he would doubtless have succumbed. But even the tender

nursing of Lady Parker and her little girl on shore was unable to

restore my friend to health, and on the first of September, '80, he

sailed for England with Captain Cornwallis.

"He lay ill for a year at Bath, and was then sent on a winter's

cruise to Elsinore to protect the homeward trade. This cruise was

but little relished by Horace, who rightly thought that his service

in the West Indies, where he fought so well and so nearly lost his

life in the service of king and country, deserved higher recognition.

"In '82 Horace sailed with a convoy of traders for Newfoundland, in

his ship _Albemarle_.

"One clever action out there can be laid to Nelson's credit. It

should be remembered that he was a perfect sailor and pilot. When

chased, therefore, by three of the French ships of the line and the

_Iris_ frigate whilst cruising off Boston, and finding they were

coming up with him hand-over-hand, he boldly sought the shoals. The

frigate alone could follow, and Nelson made all preparation to fight

her, but the _Iris_ refused to accept the challenge, and sheered off.

"Horace next took a convoy to New York, and there he joined the fleet

under Lord Hood. Here he was introduced to the Duke of

Clarence--Prince William--and each found in the other a true-blue

seaman and British sailor.

"On the return of the fleet, Lord Hood took Nelson to St. James'

Palace, where he had the high honour of an introduction to the King.

And, to use the words of Scripture, Tom, he found 'favour in the

King's sight,' though there wasn't much to boast of in that.

* * * * *

"Peace was concluded with France in '83, and in July of that year

Nelson was placed on half-pay.

"He next went to France--not to learn to dance Tom, but to improve

his knowledge of the language. He, however, managed to fall over

head and ears in love with a clergyman's daughter--a Miss Andrews.

Many a ship and many a fort had my friend captured, and now, lo and

behold, he himself had to haul down his flag to a girl.

"Oh, he would have died for her I doubt not, but she would not marry

him. She showed bad taste in my opinion, Bob, but _n'importe_, there

was happiness in store for Horace independently of this fair girl.

Having sailed the ocean so long, no doubt he had found out the truth

of the proverb, 'There's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of

it.'

"In France, Nelson met two naval officers, to whom he seemed to take

a dislike from the very first, for the simple reason that they tried

to keep up the dignity of the service to which they belonged, by

dressing in a somewhat dandified fashion, and wearing epaulettes.

One of these was Captain Ball.

"Nelson, my friend and hero, is a man of deeds, and his hatred of

vain-glory and show has ever been very marked. We did not find him

digging in his garden, Tom, and planting cabbages, with his

cocked-hat on his head and a sword by his side."

"No, sir," said Tom, laughing. "He would have looked funny like

that; but he wore very old clothes indeed. He was droll."

"Yes, my lad, and when the Duke of Clarence first saw him, he seems

to have been droller-looking still.

"'I was,' said his Royal Highness, 'then a midshipman on board the

_Barfleur_, lying in the narrows off State Island, and had the watch

on deck, when Captain Nelson came alongside in his barge. He

appeared to be the merest boy of a captain I had ever beheld, and his

dress made me smile. He had on a full-laced uniform, his lank,

unpowdered hair was tied in a stiff Hessian tail of an extraordinary

length, and the old-fashioned flaps of his waistcoat, added to the

general quaintness of his figure, produced an appearance which quite

riveted my attention. I had never seen anything like this before,

and could not imagine who he was or what he had come about. My

doubts were however removed, when Lord Hood introduced him to me.

There was something irresistibly pleasing in his address and

conversation, and an enthusiasm when talking on naval matters, that

showed he was no ordinary being.

"'I found him,' continued the Duke, 'warmly attached to my father and

singularly humane; indeed he had the honour of the King's service,

and independence of the British Navy, particularly at heart. As for

prize money, such a thing never entered his thoughts.'

"Now, Bob, I want you to note this, my friend Nelson, God bless his

honest heart, hated dress and foppery, and he hated Captain Ball

because he was a fop; but, as I said once to Horace, Miss Andrews

would have thought a deal more of him, had he too donned the

epaulettes and been a little less old-fashioned, for, Bob, the ladies

are attracted by gay colours. It is nature you know. Look even at

the birds of the air, they don't care a slug how they knock about all

winter; but as soon as spring time comes, and they go a-wooing,

behold how gay and brave they are. They know precisely when to put

on their fancy waistcoats, and when to leave them off. But _Nelson

didn't_.

"Well by-and-by Horace was appointed to the _Boreas_, twenty-eight

guns, and sailed for Barbadoes.

"Sir Richard Hughes was then commander-in-chief of these colonies,

but he was an easy-going commander and did not trouble his head very

much about British interests.

"But Nelson meant to do his duty _maugre_ fear _maugre_ favour,

although the big soldier men out there did not thank him for his

interference. So he seized many vessels that he knew had no business

at all to trade in British colonies, and got persecuted in

consequence, as Horace himself says, 'from one island to another.'

"Out on this station Nelson met the charming widow Nisbet, and

married her.

"Tom, the story stops here. You know pretty well all the rest, how

the _Boreas_ came back in 1787 and was paid off on the 4th of July,

and how my dear friend went on half-pay, and has been left high and

dry to fret and fume and 'rot,' as he calls it, ever since, waiting

in vain for the appointment that, it seems to him, will never, never

come.

"Tom, look eastward, lad, there is a storm brewing, and we better

take the advantage of the cat's paws before it breaks and get

homewards."

Tom did as he was desired, poled round the barge, set sail and got

home before the rain and high wind ruffled the lake.

Just as they had landed, however, and Bob's cot was being wheeled

towards his own wing of the cottage, Mr. Merryweather touched young

Tom on the shoulder.

"Tom," he said, "look eastward, there is a storm brewing."

"Yes," said Tom, "but didn't you----"

"Didn't I tell you that before?

"Yes, lad, but I mean it now in a figurative sense. There is a storm

brewing in the east, and you'll be in it, I'll be in it, and brave

Horatio Nelson too."

"You mean war, sir?'"

"I mean war, Tom."

"Hurrah!"

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