WE GET RID OF THE PIGS AND PIANOFORTE--THE LAST BOAT ON SHORE BEFORE
SAILING--THE FIRST LIEUTENANT TOO HASTY, AND THE CONSEQUENCES TO ME.
We waited three days, at the expiration of which, we heard that Captain
To was about to exchange with Captain Savage. We could not believe such
good news to be true, and we could not ascertain the truth of the
report, as the captain had gone on shore with Mrs To, who recovered
fast after she was out of our doctor's hands; so fast, indeed, that a
week afterwards, on questioning the steward, upon his return on board,
how Mrs To was, he replied, "O charming well again, sir, she has eaten
a whole pig since she left the ship." But the report was true; Captain
To, afraid to go to the West Indies, had effected an exchange with
Captain Savage. Captain Savage was permitted, as was the custom of the
service, to bring his first lieutenant, his boatswain, and his barge's
crew with him. He joined a day or two before we sailed, and never was
there more joy on board: the only people miserable were the first
lieutenant, and those belonging to the _Sanglier_, who were obliged to
follow Captain To; who, with his wife, his pigs, and her piano, were all
got rid of in the course of one forenoon.
I have already described pay-day on board of a man-of-war, but I think,
that the two days before sailing are even more unpleasant; although,
generally speaking, all our money being spent, we are not sorry when we
once are fairly out of harbour, and find ourselves in _blue water_. The
men never work well on those days: they are thinking of their wives and
sweethearts, of the pleasure they had when at liberty on shore, where
they might get drunk without punishment; and many of them are either
half drunk at the time, or suffering from the effects of previous
intoxication. The ship is in disorder, and crowded with the variety of
stock and spare stores which are obliged to be taken on board in a
hurry, and have not yet been properly secured in their places. The
first lieutenant is cross, the officers are grave, and the poor
midshipmen with all their own little comforts to attend to, are harassed
and drive about like posthorses. "Mr Simple," inquired the first
lieutenant, "where do you come from?"
"From the gun wharf, sir, with the gunner's spare blocks, and
breechings."
"Very well--send the marines aft to clear the boat, and pipe away the
first cutter. Mr Simple, jump into the first cutter, and go to Mount
Wise for the officers. Be careful that none of your men leave the boat.
Come, be smart."
Now, I had been away the whole morning, and it was then half-past one,
and I had had no dinner; but I said nothing, and went into the boat. As
soon as I was off, O'Brien, who stood by Mr Falcon, said, "Peter was
thinking of his dinner, poor fellow!"
"I really quite forgot it," replied the first lieutenant, "there is so
much to do. He is a willing boy, and he shall dine in the gun-room when
he comes back." And so I did--so I lost nothing by not expostulating,
and gained more of the favour of the first lieutenant, who never forgot
what he called _zeal_. But the hardest trial of the whole is to the
midshipman who is sent to the boat to purchase the supplies for the
cabin and gun-room on the day before the ship's sailing. It was my
misfortune to be ordered upon that service this time, and that very
unexpectedly. I had been ordered to dress myself to take the gig on
shore for the captain's orders, and was walking the deck with my very
best uniform and sidearms, when the marine officer, who was the gun-room
caterer, came up to the first lieutenant and asked him for a boat. The
boat was manned, and a midshipman ordered to take charge of it; but when
he came up, the first lieutenant recollecting that he had come off two
days before with only half his boat's crew, would not trust him, and
calling out to me, "Here, Mr Simple, I must send you in this boat; mind
you are careful that none of the men leave it; and bring off the
serjeant of marines, who is on shore looking for the men who have broken
their liberty." Although I could not but feel proud of the compliment,
yet I did not much like going in my very best uniform, and would have
run down and changed it, but the marine officer and all the people were
in the boat, and I could not keep it waiting, so down the side I went,
and we shoved off. We had, besides the boat's crew, the marine officer,
the purser, the gun-room steward, the captain's steward, and the pursers
steward; so that we were pretty full. It blew hard from the S.E., and
there was a sea running, but as the tide was flowing into the harbour
there was not much bubble. We hoisted the foresail, flew before the
wind and tide, and in quarter of an hour we were at Mutton Cove, when
the marine officer expressed his wish to land. The landing-place was
crowded with boats; and it was not without sundry exchanges of foul
words and oaths, and the bow-men dashing the points of their boat-hooks
into the shore-boats, to make them keep clear of us, that we forced our
way to the beach. The marine officer and all the stewards then left the
boat, and I had to look after the men. I had not been there three
minutes before the bowman said that his wife was on the wharf with his
clothes from the wash, and begged leave to go and fetch them. I
refused, telling him that she could bring them to him. "Vy, now, Mr
Simple," said the woman, "ar'n't you a nice lady's man, to go for to ax
me to muddle my way through all the dead dogs, cabbage-stalks, and
stinking hakes' heads, with my bran new shoes and clean stockings?" I
looked at her, and sure enough she was, as they say in France, _bien
chaussee_. "Come, Mr Simple, let him out to come for his clothes, and
you'll see that he's back in a moment." I did not like to refuse her,
as it was very dirty and wet, and the shingle was strewed with all that
she had mentioned. The bow-man made a spring out with his boat-hook,
threw it back, went up to his wife, and commenced talking with her,
while I watched him. "If you please, sir, there's my young woman come
down, mayn't I speak to her?" said another of the men. I turned round,
and refused him. He expostulated, and begged very hard, but I was
resolute; however, when I again turned my eyes to watch the bowman, he
and his wife were gone. "There," says I to the coxswain, "I knew it
would be so; you see Hickman is off."
"Only gone to take a parting glass, sir," replied the coxswain; "he'll
be here directly."
"I hope so; but I'm afraid not." After this, I refused all the
solicitations of the men to be allowed to leave the boat, but I
permitted them to have some beer brought down to them. The gun-boat
steward then came back with a basket of _soft-tack_, i.e., loaves of
bread, and told me that the marine officer requested I would allow two
of the men to go up with him to Glencross' shop, to bring down some of
the stores. Of course I sent two of the men, and told the steward if he
saw Hickman, to bring him down to the boat.
By this time many of the women belonging to the ship had assembled, and
commenced a noisy conversation with the boat's crew. One brought one
article for Jim, another some clothes for Bill; some of them climbed
into the boat, and sat with the men--others came and went, bringing beer
and tobacco, which the men desired them to purchase. The crowd, the
noise, and confusion, were so great, that it was with the utmost
difficulty that I could keep my eyes on all my men, who, one after
another, made an attempt to leave the boat. Just at that time came down
the sergeant of marines, with three of our men whom he had picked up,
_roaring drunk_. They were tumbled into the boat, and increased the
difficulty, as in looking after those who were riotous, and would try to
leave the boat by force, I was not so well able to keep my eyes on those
who were sober. The sergeant then went up after another man, and I told
him also about Hickman. About half-an-hour afterwards the steward came
down with the two men, loaded with cabbages, baskets of eggs, strings of
onions, crockery of all descriptions, paper parcels of groceries, legs
and shoulders of mutton, which were crowded in, until not only the
stern-sheets, but all under the thwarts of the boat was also crammed
full. They told me that they had a few more things to bring down, and
that the marine officer had gone to Stonehouse to see his wife, so that
they should be down long before him. In half-an-hour more, during which
I had the greatest difficulty to manage the boat's crew they returned
with a dozen geese, and two ducks, tied by the legs, but without the two
men, who had given them the slip, so that there were now three men gone,
and I knew Mr Falcon would be very angry, for they were three of the
smartest men in the ship. I was now determined not to run the risk of
losing more men, and I ordered the boat's crew to shove off, that I
might lie at the wharf, where they could not climb up. They were very
mutinous, grumbled very much, and would hardly obey me; the fact is,
they had drunk a great deal, and some of them were more than half tipsy.
However, at last I was obeyed, but not without being saluted with a
shower of invectives from the women, and the execrations of the men
belonging to the wherries and _shore_ boats which were washed against
our sides by the swell. The weather had become much worse and looked
very threatening. I waited an hour more, when the sergeant of marines
came down with two more men, one of whom, to my great joy, was Hickman.
This made me more comfortable, as I was not answerable for the other
two; still I was in great trouble from the riotous and insolent
behaviour of the boat's crew, and the other men brought down by the
sergeant of marines. One of them fell back into a basket of eggs, and
smashed them all to atoms; still the marine officer did not come down
and it was getting late. The tide being now at the ebb, running out
against the wind, there was a very heavy sea, and I had to go off to the
ship with a boat deeply laden, and most of the people in her in a state
of intoxication. The coxswain, who was the only one who was sober,
recommended our shoving off, as it would soon be dark, and some accident
would happen. I reflected a minute, and agreeing with him, I ordered
the oars to be got out, and we shoved off, the sergeant of marines and
the gun-room steward perched up in the bows--drunken men, ducks and
geese, lying together at the bottom of the boat--the stern sheets loaded
up to the gunwale, and the other passengers and myself sitting how we
could among the crockery and a variety of other articles with which the
boat was crowded. It was a scene of much confusion--the half-drunken
boat's crew _catching crabs_, and falling forward upon the others--those
who were quite drunk swearing they _would_ pull. "Lay on your oar,
Sullivan; you were doing more harm than good. You drunken rascal, I'll
report you as soon as we get on board."
"How the devil can I pull, your honour, when there's that fellow Jones
breaking the very back o' me with his oar, and he never touching the
water all the while?"
"You lie," cried Jones; "I'm pulling the boat by myself against the
whole of the larboard oars."
"He's rowing _dry_, your honour--only making bilave."
"Do you call this rowing dry?" cried another, as a sea swept over the
boat, fore and aft, wetting every body to the skin.
"Now, your honour, just look and see if I a'n't pulling the very arms
off me?" cried Sullivan.
"Is there water enough to cross the bridge, Swinburne?" said I to the
coxswain.
"Plenty, Mr Simple; it is but quarter ebb, and the sooner we are on
board the better."
We were now past Devil's Point, and the sea was very heavy: the boat
plunged in the trough, so that I was afraid that we should break her
back. She was soon half full of water, and the two after oars were laid
in for the men to bale. "Plase your honour, hadn't I better cut free
the legs of them ducks and geese, and allow them to swim for their
lives?" cried Sullivan, resting on his oar; "the poor birds will be
drowned else in their own _iliment_."
"No, no--pull away as hard as you can."
By this time the drunken men in the bottom of the boat began to be very
uneasy, from the quantity of water which washed about them, and made
several staggering attempts to get on their legs. They fell down again
upon the ducks and geese, the major part of which were saved from being
drowned by being suffocated. The sea on the Bridge was very heavy: and
although the tide swept us out, we were nearly swamped. Soft bread was
washing about the bottom of the boat; the parcels of sugar, pepper, and
salt, were wet through with the salt water, and a sudden jerk threw the
captain's steward, who was seated upon the gunwale close to the
after-oar, right upon the whole of the crockery and eggs, which added to
the mass of destruction. A few more seas shipped completed the job, and
the gun-room steward was in despair. "That's a darling!" cried
Sullivan: "the politest boat in the whole fleet. She makes more bows
and curtsys than the finest couple in the land. Give way, my lads, and
work the crater stuff out of your elbows, and the first lieutenant will
see us all so sober, and so wet in the bargain, and think we're all so
dry, that perhaps he'll be after giving us a raw nip when we get on
board."
In a quarter of an hour we were nearly alongside, but the men pulled so
badly, and the sea was so great, that we missed the ship, and went
astern. They veered out a buoy with a line, which we got hold of, and
were hauled up by the marines and after guard, the boat plunging bows
under, and drenching us through and through. At last we got under the
counter, and I climbed up by the stern ladder. Mr Falcon was on deck,
and very angry at the boat not coming alongside properly. "I thought,
Mr Simple, that you knew by this time how to bring a boat alongside."
"So I do, sir, I hope," replied I; "but the boat was so full of water,
and the men would not give way."
"What men has the sergeant brought on board?"
"Three, sir," replied I, shivering with the cold, and unhappy at my very
best uniform being spoiled.
"Are all your boat's crew with you, sir?"
"No, sir, there are two left on shore; they--"
"Not a word, sir. Up to the mast-head, and stay there till I call you
down. If it were not so late, I would send you on shore, and not
receive you on board again without the men. Up, sir, immediately."
I did not venture to explain, but up I went. It was very cold, blowing
hard from the S.E., with heavy squalls; I was so wet, that the wind
appeared to blow through me, and it was now nearly dark. I reached the
cross-trees, and when I was seated there, I felt that I had done my
duty, and had not been fairly treated. During this time, the boat had
been hauled up alongside to clear, and a pretty clearance there was.
All the ducks and geese were dead, the eggs and crockery all broken, the
grocery almost washed away; in short, as O'Brien observed, there was "a
very pretty general average." Mr Falcon was still very angry. "Who
are the men missing?" inquired he of Swinburne, the coxswain, as he came
up by the side.
"Williams and Sweetman, sir."
"Two of the smartest topmen, I am told. It really is too provoking;
there is not a midshipman in the ship I can trust. I must work all day,
and get no assistance. The service is really going to the devil now,
with the young men who are sent on board to be brought up as officers,
and who are above doing their duty. What made you so late, Swinburne?"
"Waiting for the marine officer, who went to Stonehouse to see his wife;
but Mr Simple would not wait any longer, as it was getting dark, and we
had so many drunken men in the boat."
"Mr Simple did right. I wish Mr Harrison would stay on shore with his
wife altogether--it's really trifling with the service. Pray, Mr
Swinburne, why had not you your eyes about you, if Mr Simple was so
careless? How came you to allow these men to leave the boat?"
"The men were ordered up by the marine officer, to bring down your
stores, sir, and they gave the steward the slip. It was no fault of Mr
Simple's, nor of mine either. We laid off at the wharf for two hours
before we started, or we should have lost more; for what can a poor lad
do, when he has charge of drunken men who _will not_ obey orders?" And
the coxswain looked up at the mast-head, as much as to say, Why is he
sent there? "I'll take my oath, sir," continued Swinburne, "that Mr
Simple never put his foot out of the boat, from the time that he went
over the side until be came on board; and that no young gentleman could
have done his duty more strictly."
Mr Falcon looked very angry at first, at the coxswain speaking so
freely, but said nothing. He took one or two turns on the deck, and
then hailing the mast-head, desired me to come down. But I _could not_;
my limbs were so cramped with the wind blowing upon my wet clothes, that
I could not move. He bailed again; I heard him, but was not able to
answer. One of the top men then came up, and perceiving my condition,
hailed the deck, and said he believed I was dying for I could not move,
and that he dared not leave for fear I should fall. O'Brien, who had
been on deck all the while, jumped up the rigging, and was soon at the
cross-trees where I was. He sent the topman down into the top for a
sail-block and the studding-sail haulyards, made a whip, and lowered me
on deck. I was immediately put into my hammock; and the surgeon
ordering me some hot brandy-and-water, and plenty of blankets, in a few
hours I was quite restored.
O'Brien, who was at my bedside, said, "Never mind, Peter, and don't be
angry with Mr Falcon, for he is very sorry."
"I am not angry, O'Brien: for Mr Falcon has been too kind to me not to
make me forgive him for being once hasty."
The surgeon came to my hammock, gave me some more hot drink, desired me
to go to sleep, and I woke the next morning quite well.
When I came into the berth, my messmates asked me how I was, and many of
them railed against the tyranny of Mr Falcon; but I took his part,
saying, that he was hasty in this instance, perhaps, but that, generally
speaking he was an excellent and very just officer. Some agreed with
me, but others did not. One of them, who was always in disgrace,
sneered at me, and said, "Peter reads the Bible, and knows that if you
smite one cheek, he must offer the other. Now, I'll answer for it, if I
pull his right ear, he will offer me his left." So saying, he lugged me
by the ear, upon which I knocked him down for his trouble. The berth
was then cleared away for a fight, and in a quarter of an hour my
opponent gave in; but I suffered a little, and had a very black eye. I
had hardly time to wash myself and change my shirt, which was bloody,
when I was summoned on the quarter-deck. I arrived, I found Mr Falcon
walking up and down. He looked very hard at me, but did not ask me any
questions as to the cause of my unusual appearance.
"Mr Simple," said he, "I sent for you to beg your pardon for my
behaviour to you last night, which was not only very hasty but very
unjust. I find that you were not to blame for the loss of the men."
I felt very sorry for him when I heard him speak so handsomely; and to
make his mind more easy, I told him that although I certainly was not to
blame for the loss of those two men, still I had done wrong in
permitting Hickman to leave the boat; and that had not the sergeant
picked him up, I should have come off without him, and therefore I _did_
deserve the punishment which I had received.
"Mr Simple," replied Mr Falcon, "I respect you, and admire your
feelings: still I was to blame, and it is my duty to apologise. Now go
down below I would have requested the pleasure of your company to
dinner, but I perceive that something else has occurred, which, under
any other circumstances, I would have inquired into, but at present I
shall not."
I touched my hat and went below. In the meantime O'Brien had been made
acquainted with the occasion of the quarrel, which he did not fail to
explain to Mr Falcon, who, O'Brien declared, "was not the least bit in
the world angry with me for what had occurred." Indeed, after that, Mr
Falcon always treated me with the greatest kindness, and employed me on
every duty which he considered of consequence. He was a sincere friend;
for he did not allow me to neglect my duty, but, at the same time,
treated me with consideration and confidence.
The marine officer came on board very angry at being left behind, and
talked about a court-martial on me for disrespect, and neglect of stores
intrusted to my charge; but O'Brien told me not to mind him or what he
said, "It's my opinion, Peter, that the gentleman has eaten no small
quantity of _flapdoodle_ in his lifetime."
"What's that, O'Brien?" replied I; "I never heard of it."
"Why, Peter," rejoined he, "it's the stuff they _feed fools on_."