MR. CHUCKS' OPINION OF PROPER NAMES--HE FINISHES HIS SPANISH TALK--MARCH
OF INTELLECT AMONG THE WARRANT OFFICERS.
We were all delighted when our signal was hoisted to "part company," as
we anticipated plenty of prize-money under such an enterprising captain.
We steered for the French coast, near to its junction with Spain, the
captain having orders to intercept any convoys sent to supply the French
army with stores and provisions.
The day after we parted company with the fleet, Mr Chucks finished his
story.
"Where was I, Mr Simple, when I left off?" said he, as we took a seat
upon the long eighteen.
"You had just left the house after having told them that you were a
corregidor, and had kissed the lady's hand."
"Very true. Well, Mr Simple, I did not call there for two or three
days afterwards; I did not like to go too soon, especially as I saw the
young lady every day in the Plaza. She would not speak to me, but, to
make use of their expression, `she gave me her eyes,' and sometimes a
sweet smile. I recollect I was so busy looking at her one day, that I
tripped over my sword, and nearly fell on my nose, at which she burst
out a-laughing."
"Your sword, Mr Chucks? I thought boatswains never wore swords."
"Mr Simple, a boatswain is an officer, and is entitled to a sword as
well as the captain, although we have been laughed out of it by a set of
midshipman monkeys. I always wore my sword at that time; but
now-a-days, a boatswain is counted as nobody, unless there is hard work
to do, and then it's Mr Chucks this, and Mr Chucks that. But I'll
explain to you how it is, Mr Simple, that we boatswains have lost so
much of consequence and dignity. The first lieutenants are made to do
the boatswains' duty now-a-days, and if they could only wind the call,
they might scratch the boatswain's name off half the ships' books in His
Majesty's service. But to go on with my yarn. On the fourth day, I
called with my handkerchief full of cigars for the father, but he was at
siesta, as they called it. The old serving-woman would not let me in at
first: but I shoved a dollar between her skinny old fingers, and that
altered her note. She put her old head out, and looked round to see if
there was anybody in the street to watch us, and then she let me in and
shut the door. I walked into the room, and found myself alone with
Seraphina."
"Seraphina!--what a fine name!"
"No name can be too fine for a pretty girl or a good frigate, Mr
Simple. I was three hours with Seraphina before her father came home,
and during that time I never was quietly at an anchor for above a
minute. I was on my knees, vowing and swearing, kissing her feet, and
kissing her hand, till at last I got to her lips, working my way up as
regularly as one who gets in at the hawsehole and crawls aft to the
cabin windows. She was very kind, and she smiled, and sighed, and
pushed me off, and squeezed my hand, and was angry--frowning till I was
in despair, and then making me happy again with her melting dark eyes
beaming kindly, till at last she said that she would try to love me, and
asked me whether I would marry her and live in Spain. I replied that I
would; and, indeed, I felt as if I could, only at the time the thought
occurred to me where the rhino was to come from, for I could not live,
as her father did, upon a paper cigar and a piece of melon per day. At
all events, as far as words went, it was a settled thing. When her
father came home, the old servant told him that I had just at that
moment arrived, and that his daughter was in her own room; so she was,
for she ran away as soon as she heard her father knock. I made my bow
to the old gentleman, and gave him the cigars. He was serious at first,
but the sight of them put him into good humour, and in a few minutes
Donna Seraphina (they call a lady a Donna in Spain) came in, saluting me
ceremoniously, as if we had not been kissing for the hour together. I
did not remain long, as it was getting late, so I took a glass of the
old gentleman's sour wine, and walked off with a request from him to
call again.
"Well, Mr Simple, I met her again and again, until I was madly in love,
and the father appeared to be aware of what was going on, and to have no
objection. However, he sent for a priest to talk with me, and I again
said that I was a good Catholic.
"The priest asked me whether I had confessed lately. I knew what he
meant, and answered that I had not. He motioned me down on my knees;
but as I could not speak Spanish enough for that, I mumble-jumbled
something or another, half Spanish and half English, and ended with
putting four dollars in his hand for _carita_, which means charity. He
was satisfied at the end of my confession, whatever he might have been
at the beginning, and gave me absolution. And now, sir, comes the
winding-up of this business. Seraphina told me that she was going to
the opera with some of her relations, and asked me if I would be there;
that the captain of the frigate, and all the other officers were going,
and that she wished me to go with her. You see, Mr Simple, although
Seraphina's father was so poor, that a mouse would have starved in his
house, still he was of good family, and connected with those who were
much better off. He was a Don himself, and had fourteen or fifteen long
names, which I forget now. I refused to go with her, as I knew that the
service would not permit a boatswain to sit in an opera-box, when the
captain and first lieutenant were there. I told her that I had promised
to go on board to hook after the men while the captain went on shore;
thus, as you'll see, Mr Simple, making myself a man of consequence,
only to be mortified in the end. After she had gone to the opera, I was
very uncomfortable: I was afraid that the captain would see her, and
take a fancy to her. I walked up and down, outside, until I was so full
of love and jealousy, that I determined to go into the pit, and see what
she was about. I soon discovered her in a box, with some other ladies,
and with them were my captain and first lieutenant. The captain, who
spoke the language well, was leaning over her, talking and laughing, and
she was smiling at what he said. I resolved to leave immediately, lest
she should see me, and discover that I had told her a falsehood; but
they appeared so intimate that I became so jealous I could not quit the
theatre. At last she perceived me, and beckoned her hand; I looked very
angry, and left the theatre cursing like a madman. It appeared that she
pointed me out to the captain, and asked him who I was; he told her my
real situation on board, and spoke of me with contempt. She asked
whether I was not a man of family; at this the captain and first
lieutenant both burst out laughing, and said that I was a common sailor
who had been promoted to a higher rank for good behaviour--not exactly
an officer, and anything but a gentleman. In short, Mr Simple, I was
_blown upon_; and although the captain said more than was correct, as I
learnt afterwards through the officers, still I deserved it. Determined
to know the worst, I remained outside till the opera was over, when I
saw her come out, the captain and first lieutenant walking with the
party--so that I could not speak with her I walked to a posada (that's
an inn), and drank seven bottles of rosolio to keep myself quiet; then I
went on board, and the second lieutenant, who was commanding officer,
put me under arrest for being intoxicated. It was a week before I was
released; and you can't imagine what I suffered, Mr Simple. At last I
obtained leave to go on shore, and I went to the house to decide my
fate. The old woman opened the door, and then, calling me a thief,
slammed it in my face; as I retreated, Donna Seraphina came to the
window, and, waving her hand with a contemptuous look, said, `Go, and
God be with you, Mr Gentleman.' I returned on board in such a rage;
and if I could have persuaded the gunner to have given me a ball
cartridge I should have shot myself through the head. What made the
matter worse, I was laughed at by everybody in the ship, for the captain
and first lieutenant had made the story public."
"Well, Mr Chucks," replied I, "I cannot help being sorry for you,
although you certainly deserved to be punished for your dishonesty. Was
that the end of the affair."
"As far as I was concerned, it was, Mr Simple; but not as respected
others. The captain took my place, but without the knowledge of the
father. After all, they neither had great reason to rejoice at the
exchange."
"How so, Mr Chucks--what do you mean?"
"Why, Mr Simple, the captain did not make an honest woman of her, as I
would have done; and the father discovered what was going on, and one
night the captain was brought on board run through the body. We sailed
immediately for Gibraltar, and it was a long while before he got round
again."
"Did you ever hear any more of the young lady?"
"Yes; about a year afterwards, I returned there in another ship. She
had been shut up in a convent, and forced to take the veil. Oh, Mr
Simple! if you knew how I loved that girl! I have never been more than
polite to a woman since, and shall die a bachelor. You can't think how
I was capsized the other day, when I looked at the house: I have hardly
touched beef or pork since, and am in debt two quarts of rum more than
my allowance."
We gained our station off the coast of Perpignan; and as soon as we made
the land, we were most provokingly driven off by a severe gale. I am
not about to make any remarks about the gale, for one storm is so like
another; but I mention it to account for a conversation which took
place, and with which I was very much amused. I was near to the captain
when he sent for Mr Muddle, the carpenter, who had been up to examine
the main-topsail yard, which had been reported as sprung.
"Well, Mr Muddle," said the captain.
"Sprung, sir, most decidedly; but I think we'll be able to _mitigate_
it."
"Will you be able to secure it for the present, Mr Muddle?" replied the
captain rather sharply.
"We'll _mitigate_ it, sir, in half-an-hour."
"I wish that you would use common phrases, when you speak to me, Mr
Muddle. I presume, by mitigate, you mean to say that you can secure it.
Do you mean so, sir, or do you not?"
"Yes, sir, that is what I mean, most decidedly. I hope no offence;
Captain Savage; but I did not intend to displease you by my language."
"Very good, Mr Muddle," replied the captain; "it's the first time that
I have spoken to you on the subject, recollect that it will be the
last."
"The first time!" replied the carpenter, who could not forget his
philosophy; "I beg your pardon, Captain Savage--you found just the same
fault with me on this quarter-deck 27,672 years ago, and--"
"If I did, Mr Muddle," interrupted the captain, very angrily, "depend
upon it that at the same time I ordered you to go aloft, and attend to
your duty, instead of talking nonsense on the quarter-deck; and
although, as you say, you and I cannot recollect it, if you did not obey
that order instantaneously, I also put you in confinement, and obliged
you to leave the ship as soon as she returned to port. Do you
understand me, sir?"
"I rather think, sir," replied the carpenter, humbly touching his hat,
and walking to the main rigging, "that no such thing took place, for I
went up immediately, as I do now; and," continued the carpenter, who was
incurable, as he ascended the rigging, "as I shall again in another
27,672 years."
"That man is incorrigible with his confounded nonsense," observed the
captain to the first lieutenant. "Every mast in the ship would go over
the side, provided he could get any one to listen to his ridiculous
theory."
"He is not a bad carpenter, sir," replied the first lieutenant.
"He is not," rejoined the captain; "but there is a time for all things."
"Mr Simple, what are you about, sir?"
"I was listening to what you said," replied I, touching my hat.
"I admire your candour, sir," replied he, "but advise you to discontinue
the practice. Walk over to leeward, sir, and attend to your duty."
When I was on the other side of the deck, I looked round, and saw the
captain and first lieutenant both laughing.