The day arrived for Owen to go on board the "Druid." She was bound for
the East Indian seas. How far off that was Kezia had no exact notion,
but she knew it must be a long way, and many months, at all events, must
pass by before Owen could come back. She embraced him with an affection
which made him think of his old nurse, Jane Hayes. "May God, who rules
both sea and land, protect you from the many dangers you have to
encounter. I don't hide them from myself, and I don't want you to shut
your eyes to them, but trust in Him, and be prepared for whatever may
happen. I'll pray for you, Owen, and He will hear the prayers even of
such an obstinate, self-opiniated old woman as I am."
She had insisted that Joseph should go on board with Owen, in order to
bring her back a last account of the boy. She would have gone herself,
but she had to take care of the house.
Owen and Joseph drove off. They were to call at the office at Wapping
before they took boat to proceed down the river.
Owen hurried in. Mr Fluke received him in his private room, and,
putting a purse into his hand, said, "Take care of that. Spend its
contents as you may find necessary, but do not be swindled out of it. I
am not given to words, Owen, but understand that I am pleased with you,
and proud of acknowledging you as a relative; and when you come back,
strong and well, as I hope, I shall be glad to see you and stand your
friend."
The old man got up and placed his hand on Owen's shoulder, and then
turned away to conceal some very unusual feelings which agitated him.
Mr Tarwig, who had been his chief task-master, shook him warmly by the
hand, and said more kind words than he had ever before been known to
utter. The rest of the clerks imitated his example; and Owen, with a
heart grateful for all the kindness he had received, rejoined Joseph in
the coach. They were soon at that well-known locality "Wapping old
stairs," from whence they embarked and pulled down the river to where
the "Druid" was lying.
Joseph was able to report that Owen had a small berth to himself opening
from the main cabin; that Captain Aggett had received him with great
kindness, and expressed his pleasure that he had been allowed to come.
The river pilot was soon on board, the sails were loosened, the anchor
hove up, and the "Druid," with a fair wind, glided down the stream.
"Although you may not take to the sea, you'll like to learn as much
seamanship and navigation as you can while you are on board," observed
Captain Aggett.
"Indeed I should, sir," answered Owen; "but I want to make myself useful
to you also, if you can show me how."
"Certainly you can," said the captain; "you shall act as my clerk, and
you will be of great assistance to me."
Fine weather continued, and the "Druid" had a quick passage down
channel. Owen, from the first set to work to learn the names of all the
sails and ropes, indeed of everything onboard.
There were several other boys--apprentices--of whom two were called
midshipmen, although they had to do the same duty as the rest. Captain
Aggett had entered Owen as an apprentice, but he was looked upon as the
captain's guest, and only mixed with the others when on duty. He was
busy from morning until night, always learning something, when not
engaged in writing for the captain in the cabin. He quickly mastered
all the simpler details of seamanship, while the captain in the
meantime, according to his promise, gave him instruction in navigation;
so that he was shortly able not only to take meridional observations
correctly (or to shoot the sun, as midshipmen call it), and to work a
day's work as well as anyone, but to use the chronometer and to take a
lunar.
Owen was not a prodigy; any lad of intelligence; who possesses a
sufficient knowledge of mathematics, may do the same. He learned to
steer, beginning first in fine weather, and he soon could go aloft and
and and reef with any of the lads in the ship, some of whom had already
made two or three voyages. The rapid proficiency he acquired, and the
favour bestowed upon him by the captain, created some jealousy in the
breasts of several of his younger shipmates. Strange to say, the first
mate, Jonas Scoones, imbibed an ill-feeling for Owen, without any other
reason, as far as could be known, except that he was the captain's
favourite.
Mr Scoones was a first-rate seaman, but a poor navigator, for he was
almost destitute of education; indeed he was as rough-looking in
appearance and manners as any of the men before the mast. How Captain
Aggett had consented to his becoming first mate it was difficult to say;
perhaps he thought that his excellence as a seaman would make up for his
imperfect knowledge of navigation. He was also a good disciplinarian,
and, by mixing freely with the men, while still maintaining his own
position, he was well able to manage them. The second mate, Ralph Grey,
was a great contrast to Jonas Scoones. He was a young man of good
manners and disposition, well-educated, and was an especially expert
navigator, so that he was well able to assist the captain.
Scoones overawed him, however, by his blustering, dictatorial manners,
so that Grey never ventured to dispute a point with the first mate,
however obviously wrong the latter might be.
Ralph Grey liked Owen, and was always ready to assist him with any
information he required, and was never tired of explaining the why and
the wherefore of everything. The third mate was a young man, a fair
seaman, but without anything particular about him worthy of notice.
The captain was certainly not aware of his first mate's propensity to
drink hard when the opportunity occurred. Scoones generally avoided
doing so when there was any duty to be performed, but he spent most of
his time on shore in a state of intoxication, which had certainly
contributed to weaken his mental faculties.
The "Druid" was a large ship of nearly nine hundred tons, and was
chartered by the British Government to carry out stores to the squadron
then engaged in operations against the Dutch East Indian islands, which
had been taken possession of by the French. She carried sixteen guns
and a numerous crew, in order that she might protect herself, not only
against any French cruisers, but might be able to beat off the piratical
Malay proas which swarmed in those seas. Her duty, however, was not to
fight, but simply to defend herself if attacked. That she might be able
to do so, Captain Aggett, as soon as the ship was fairly at sea,
exercised the men daily at the guns, by which means he gave them plenty
of employment, the best plan for keeping a ship's company in good order.
Owen took a pleasure in learning the gun exercise, as he did in
acquiring a knowledge of all the other duties of a sailor. Every day he
rapidly gained health and strength, while the colour returned to his
cheeks, which were getting well-browned by the hot sun and sea air.
"Your friends at Wapping would not know you again," observed Captain
Aggett, after they had been at sea a few weeks. "When we get back they
will declare I have exchanged you for some one else. I don't know how
you will like returning to your high desk in Mr Fluke's dingy office."
"If it is my duty to go back, I shall be ready to do so, sir," answered
Owen; "but I confess that I should prefer a life at sea, as far as my
experience goes."
"You are right, Owen; as to doing what duty demands, stick to that
principle, and you will never go wrong!" observed the captain. "But you
must remember we do not always enjoy the fine weather we have hitherto
had. You must take the rough with the smooth; we may chance to meet
with a typhoon in the eastern seas, or heavy gales off the Cape, and
things won't be as pleasant as they are now."
"I am aware of that, sir," said Owen. "When I came to sea I was fully
prepared to meet with bad as well as fair weather. I should be most
sorry not to meet with a gale of wind during the voyage."
"You are not likely to be disappointed in that respect, although I have
been out and home without having had to lift tack or sheet for weeks
together," observed the captain.
"I was going to ask you, sir, if I might be placed in a watch, should
you think me sufficiently competent to do the duty."
"O yes, I will trust you for that; and as you wish it, you shall be in
the first mate's watch."
"And so, youngster, you want to turn sailor?" said Mr Scoones, the
first night on which Owen was in his watch.
"As I am at sea I wish to learn all I can," answered Owen.
"You'll have a chance of picking up a smattering before we get home
again; but I never knew any `cabin young gentlemen' turn out sailors,"
answered the mate, with a sneer. "A man is not worth anything unless he
comes in at the `hawse holes,' to my mind."
"I will do my best while I am on board, and get all the knowledge I
can," said Owen.
"Well, you'll have to obey me pretty smartly, or look out for squalls,"
growled the mate, turning away.
Owen did not like these remarks, but of course he made no reply. He
soon found that the first mate acted up to his threats. Among the boys
was a young lad, Nat Midge by name, who was constantly the victim of the
mate's tyranny. Nat had come to sea for the first time, and, although
intelligent and fairly educated, did not always understand what he was
to do. He also was in the first mate's watch. When he did not appear
to comprehend the orders he received Owen explained them, taking every
opportunity of instructing him. Nat was grateful, and conceived a warm
friendship for his instructor.
Owen told him how he himself had learned so rapidly, and advised him to
follow the same plan.
"Among so many men you will find several good natured enough to explain
matters to you, and never fail to ask the why and the wherefore of
anything you see done," he said. "Do not be disheartened should you
receive a rebuff. If you ask me, and I don't know, I'll try and get
information from some one."
Nat followed this advice, and improved rapidly. The first mate had now
no legitimate excuse for ill-treating him, but it seemed,
notwithstanding that his ill-feeling towards the lad had increased, so
that even on the most trivial pretexts he would give him a taste of the
rope's end. Midge, although he keenly felt the ill-treatment he
received, did not resent it. Of course the example set by the mate was
followed by the badly disposed among the crew, who unmercifully bullied
poor Nat.
Owen, observing this, was highly indignant.
"You should complain to the captain. I am sure that he would not allow
it," observed Owen.
"If I do I shall only be worse off than ever, for the mate will bring
proof that I deserve all I get," answered Nat.
"But I can bear evidence in your favour," said Owen.
"The mate will prove that you know nothing about the matter, that you do
not see how I behave, and I shall be treated ten times as badly as
before," said poor Nat. "Tom Dicker, who has made two voyages, says
that he had to go through as much as I have, and advised me to grin and
bear it. Sometimes it is more than I feel I can do, and I am like to
jump overboard."
"Don't allow so dreadful a thought to enter your mind," exclaimed Owen.
"O no, no! I don't really think of doing it," answered Nat. "I should
miss the object for which I came to sea. I have a number of brothers
and sisters, and no father or mother. I want to become a sailor, and
make money and help to support them, for there is only our old
grandmother left, and it is a hard matter for her to feed and clothe
them."
Owen, on hearing this, became more resolved than ever to protect Nat.
He thought over various plans, and at last decided that the next time he
saw the boy punished unjustly he would speak privately but boldly to the
mate, and try to talk him out of such conduct, but that if he did not
succeed, he would tell the captain and clearly explain how matters
stood. Nat might be somewhat saved by being removed into the second
mate's watch, although he would still of course be subjected to
ill-treatment in the day-time when all hands were on deck. He had not
long to wait. A paint pot had been upset. The mate came forward, and
Nat was, by some of his enemies, pointed out as the culprit, whereupon
Mr Scoones, calling him up, gave him a severe rope's ending. Nat knew
that it was owing to the carelessness of one of the men, but dared not
accuse him. Owen at that moment came forward, but he of course could
not interfere. When the mate returned aft he went up to him and
explained that Nat was innocent, and went on to say that he had very
often seen him punished without any just cause.
"It is sufficient, sir, to make the boy grow weary of life, and what a
heavy responsibility would rest on those who drove him to commit an act
of desperation."
"What's all that you are talking about, boy?" exclaimed Mr Scoones, in
an angry tone. "Mind your own business; you'll soon be fancying
yourself captain of this ship, I suppose."
"I know my position," answered Owen, "but I cannot stand by and see any
one so cruelly ill-treated as Nat Midge is. I do not wish to appear as
his champion in public, but I felt it my duty to speak to you."
"You'll find it your duty to hold your tongue, youngster," answered the
mate, with an oath. "Look out, or I'll treat you as I treat the other
boys; I would advise you in future to attend to your own business."
Owen feared that he had done no good by speaking to Mr Scoones. He
determined therefore to mention the matter to the captain, although well
aware that he should thus bring upon himself the vengeance of the mate.
He carried out his intention the first time that he found himself alone
with the captain in the cabin.
"Such things will occur on board ship," answered Captain Aggett, "but I
did not suppose that the first mate would have been guilty of such
tyranny as you describe; I always fancied that he was a favourite with
the men."
"He may be with some of them, sir," observed Owen, "but he certainly is
not with others, and I could not bear longer to see a helpless boy
ill-treated, as young Midge has been for many weeks past."
"I'll see to the matter," said Captain Aggett. "Take care not to let
the mate discover that you have spoken to me; it will place you in a
disagreeable position with him, and, if he is capable of acting as you
have described, he may do you some injury."
"I'll run the risk of that rather than let the boy be bullied," said
Owen.
Several days passed by, and, as far as Owen could judge, Nat was better
treated than formerly; he hoped, therefore, that his remarks to the mate
had produced some effect. The mate's manner, however, was distant and
surly, showing that he had no good feeling towards him. When crossing
the line the usual ceremonies were gone through, the captain not
considering it necessary to forbid them. Neptune, with his wife and
Tritons, came on board, accompanied by the barber and doctor--the
characters who invariably take part in the drama. The arrangements had
been made under the superintendence of the first mate, who had selected
the seamen he chiefly favoured.
A sail triced up was filled with water to serve as a bath. The barber
carried a piece of rusty hoop instead of a razor, and a pot of grease
for lather, while the doctor, with a huge pill box and a knife, which he
called his lancet, stood by to prescribe the treatment each patient was
to receive. When Neptune and Amphitrite had taken their places, those
who had not crossed the line were summoned to appear before them, and
were interrogated as to their birth-place and parentage, how long they
had been at sea, and the voyages they had made. Those who could not
give proof that they were freemen of the ocean were instantly seized,
and after being shaved in order to get the hay seeds from their hair,
were doused in the bath to wash the dust off their feet. No one had a
chance of escape, for, if he attempted to fly and hide himself, he was
chased and brought back by the Tritons. Owen and Nat Midge were among
the chief sufferers. The barber covered their faces and heads with
lather, and when they attempted to cry out dabbed the brush into their
mouths; then he applied the iron hoop, and scraped away, pretending to
shave off their hair, while the doctor felt their pulses, declaring that
they must be bled and blistered, and take a dozen of his pills.
Fortunately, before he could administer his remedies the Tritons carried
them off to plunge them in the bath. After undergoing this disagreeable
process for some time till they were almost drowned, they with
difficulty scrambled out, and made their way below. The first mate
stood by grinning as he saw the youngsters undergoing this ordeal. Owen
made no resistance, nor did he cry out; but as soon as possible he got
away to his berth, to cleanse himself from the filth with which he had
been covered. Some of the other lads and young men resisted lustily,
and suffered in consequence far more even than had either Owen or Nat.
The crew having amused themselves for some time, the captain ordered the
mate to pipe to quarters. The bath was emptied, Neptune and his gang
speedily doffed their theatrical costume and appeared in their proper
dresses, each man hurrying to his station at the guns ready to meet an
enemy should one have been in sight.
"You behaved wisely, Owen," observed Captain Aggett the next day. "I
saw that you were pretty severely treated, but it would not have done
for me to have interfered; depend upon it, the men will respect you the
more for not having complained."
Owen found that the captain was right. A day or two afterwards one of
the men, as usual, was ill-treating Nat. Owen, who was on deck, went
forward.
"If you had a younger brother, or a nephew, how would you like to see
him rope's ended and treated as you do that orphan boy, who has no
friends to protect him?" he exclaimed.
"Are you an officer of this ship?" asked the man. "If not, what right
have you to command me?"
"I do not command you," said Owen, "I am merely asking you a simple
question."
"The young gentleman's right," observed several of the men. "Let him
alone, Dan; the little chap has had hard lines since he came aboard
here, from you and others, and we won't stand by and see him ill-used
any longer."
Dan dropped the rope he held in his hand, and turned away, while Owen,
hoping that he had gained friends for poor Nat, walked aft.
"He'll make a smart officer one of these days," observed one of the men.
"Ah, that he will, Ned," said another. "He is as handy already as many
who have been at sea ten times as long."
The ship had now got well to the southward, and the influence of the
trade-winds began to be felt. With yards squared she stood for the
Cape.
Owen had just come on deck, when, looking forward, he saw a figure
falling into the water. Instantly there was a cry of "man overboard."
He ran on to the poop. The first mate, who was the officer of the
watch, instantly gave the necessary orders to clew up the courses, put
the helm down, to brace the yards to starboard, and bring the ship on a
wind. At the same time preparations were made to lower a boat.
Owen, who saw that the person, whoever he was, unless a good swimmer,
would be drowned before a boat could be lowered, seized a grating, and
hove it overboard, then throwing off his jacket, plunged after it. He,
though little accustomed to salt water had been from his earliest days
in the habit of swimming in a large pond not far from Fenside, and his
pride had been to swim round it several times without resting. He now
brought his experience into practice; pushing the grating before him, he
made towards the drowning person, who, from the wild way in which he
threw his arms about in attempting to keep afloat, was evidently no
swimmer. The sea was tolerably smooth, so that Owen made good way, and
in a short time he saw that the person was no other than his friend Nat
Midge.
"Cheer up, Nat," he shouted. "Do not exhaust yourself; keep your hands
quiet and tread water."
Nat heard him, and did his best to obey his injunctions. The ship
appeared to be getting further and further from them, but the grating
would be sufficient to support both if Owen once got it up to Nat. It
was very clear, however, that Nat could not swim to it.
Owen struck out with all his might. He would have got on faster without
the grating, but, in case Nat should get frightened, it might be
dangerous to approach him. "It must be done, though," thought Owen; "he
will sink if I do not get up to him quickly." Leaving the grating,
therefore, he struck out rapidly for the boy, and had just time to seize
him before, exhausted by his fruitless exertions, he was disappearing
beneath the surface. Owen held him up. Happily the drowning lad
retained his senses.
"Put your hand on my shoulders," said Owen, "and I will tow you up to
the grating; just float, and do not attempt to help yourself."
Nat did as he was bid, and at length Owen had the satisfaction of
reaching the grating, which Nat at once grasped.
"Hold on tight, and do not struggle so as to exhaust yourself. The boat
will soon come to pick us up. If you can keep your head above water
that is all that is necessary," said Owen.
But Nat had scarcely sufficient strength even to hold on. Owen,
therefore, taking one of his hands assisted him to retain his hold
beside him. The grating enabled them to keep their heads well out of
the water, and Owen found that he could raise himself high enough up to
look about him. Where was the ship? She appeared far away to leeward,
but, as she had hove to, he felt sure that a boat was being lowered.
Still it seemed a long time to wait; the wind was increasing and the sea
was getting up. It would be a hard matter to hold on to the grating,
over which the sea frequently washed.
"They won't leave us, Mr Hartley?" said Nat; "it would be hard for you
to have to die with me."
"No fear of that," answered Owen. "Do not give way; and see, there's
the boat coming."
He was right. The boat which had been lowered on the lee side at that
moment appeared from under the stern of the vessel, and pulled rapidly
towards them.
Owen undid his handkerchief and waved it above his head. He had thrown
off his cap before he had jumped overboard.
The boat, which was commanded by the second mate, was soon up to them.
"You did that well and bravely, Hartley," said Mr Grey, as Owen was
seated by his side supporting poor Nat, who was in a very exhausted
state. "I did not know even that you could swim, and you are the only
one who thought of jumping overboard to the poor lad."
Loud cheers greeted them as they came alongside, and Owen received the
compliments of the captain and the officers; even Mr Scoones
condescended to acknowledge that he had done a brave thing.
Nat, under the care of the doctor, soon recovered.
"You have saved my life, Mr Hartley, and you have stood my friend ever
since I came on board this ship," exclaimed Nat, the tears bursting from
his eyes. "I wish I could show what I feel, but I cannot, and I never
can thank you as much as I ought to do, that I know!"
"I don't see that I did anything out of the way," said Owen. "I saw
somebody drowning, and I just acted as I judged best to save him; any
tolerable swimmer could have done the same."
"That may be, sir," answered Nat, "but no one thought of doing it, and
if you had not I should have been drowned, so I have good reason to
thank you."
Captain Aggett had been for some time unwell, although he had come on
deck as usual. He now grew worse, and for days together was confined to
his cabin. Owen endeavoured to repay the kindness he had received by
being unremitting in his attentions. He sat by his bedside smoothing
the pillow which supported his fevered head. He read to him whenever he
was able to listen, and was always at hand to give him a cooling mixture
with which to moisten his parched lips. Although he talked of going
ashore at the Cape, he had so much recovered by the time the ship
reached Table Bay that he resolved to continue the voyage.
The ship therefore only remained sufficient time to take in water and
fresh provisions, and to have some slight repairs made which could not
be done at sea, when she again sailed.
Owen had been very regular in taking observations, which Mr Grey always
found to be correct, although they differed frequently from those of the
first mate.
"The truth is that he is wrong, and you are right," observed Mr Grey.
"If the captain falls ill again I do not know which of us two is to
navigate the ship. If we go by his calculations, the chances are that
we shall run her bows on some rock or other."
"I sincerely hope that the captain will not fall ill," said Owen. "If
he does, I am afraid that Mr Scoones will not acknowledge that he
himself is ever out in his calculations."
Unhappily the captain's fever returned, and he became utterly unable to
leave his berth. The doctor shook his head when speaking about him, and
expressed a fear that his illness would prove fatal.