WE ENCOUNTER A DUTCH BRIG OF WAR--CAPTAIN HAWKINS VERY CONTEMPLATIVE
NEAR THE CAPSTAN--HARD KNOCKS, AND NO THANKS FOR IT--WHO'S AFRAID?--MEN
WILL TALK--THE BRIG GOES ABOUT ON THE WRONG TACK.
At daylight the next morning we were off the Texel, and could see the
low sand-hills: but we had scarcely made them out, when the fog in the
offing cleared up, and we made a strange vessel. The hands were turned
up, and all sail made in chase. We made her out to be a brig of war;
and as she altered her course considerably, we had an idea that she was
an enemy. We made the private signal, which was unanswered, and we
cleared for action; the brig making all sail on the starboard tack, and
we following her--she bearing about two miles on out weather-bow. The
breeze was not steady; at one time the brig was staggering under her
top-gallant sails, while we had our royals set; at another, we would
have hands by the top-gallant sheets and topsail halyards, while she
expanded every stitch of canvas. On the whole, however, in an hour we
had neared about half a mile. Our men were all at their quarters, happy
to be so soon at their old work. Their jackets and hats were thrown
off, a bandana handkerchief tied round their heads, and another, or else
their black silk handkerchiefs, tied round their waists. Every gun was
ready, everything was in its place, and every soul, I was going to say,
was anxious for the set-to; but I rather think I must not include the
captain, who from the commencement showed no signs of pleasure, and
anything but presence of mind. When we first chased the vessel, it was
reported that it was a merchantman; and it was not until we had broad
daylight that we discovered her to be a man-of-war. There was one thing
to be said in his favour--he had never been in action in his life.
The breeze now fell light, and we were both with our sails set, when a
thick fog obscured her from our sight. The fog rolled on till we met
it, and then we could not see ten yards from the brig. This was a
source of great mortification, as we had every chance of losing her.
Fortunately, the wind was settling down fast into a calm, and about
twelve o'clock the sails flapped against the mast. I reported twelve
o'clock, and asked the captain whether we should pipe to dinner.
"Not yet," replied he, "we will put her head about."
"Go about, sir?" replied I with surprise.
"Yes," said he; "I'm convinced that the chase is on the other tack at
this moment; and if we do not, we shall lose her."
"If she goes about, sir," said I, "she must get among the sands, and we
shall be sure of her."
"Sir," replied he, "when I ask your advice, you will be pleased to give
it. I command this vessel."
I touched my hat, and turned the hands up about ship, convinced that the
captain wished to avoid the action, as the only chance of escape for the
brig was her keeping her wind in the tack she was on.
"'Bout ship--'bout ship!" cried the men. "What the hell are we going
about for?" inquired they of one another, as they came up the ladder.
"Silence there, fore and aft!" cried I. "Captain Hawkins, I do not
think we can get her round, unless we wear--the wind is very light."
"Then wear ship, Mr Simple."
There are times when grumbling and discontent among the seamen is so
participated by the officer, although they do not show it, that the
expressions made use of are passed unheeded. Such was the case at
present. The officers looked at each other, and said nothing; but the
men were unguarded in their expressions. The brig wore gradually round;
and when the men were bracing up the yards, sharp on the other tack,
instead of the "Hurrah!" and "Down with the mark," they fell back with a
groan.
"Brace up those yards in silence there," said I to the men, which was
all I could say.
The ropes were coiled down, and we piped to dinner. The captain, who
continued on deck, could not fail to hear the discontented expressions
which occasionally were made use of on the lower deck. He made no
observation, but occasionally looked over the side, to see whether the
brig went through the water. This she did slowly for about ten minutes,
when it fell a perfect calm--so that, to use a common phrase, he gained
little by his motion. About half-past one, a slight breeze from the
opposite quarter sprung up--we turned round to it--it increased--the fog
blew away, and, in a quarter of an hour, the chase was again visible,
now upon our lee beam. The men gave three cheers.
"Silence there, fore and aft," cried the captain angrily. "Mr Simple,
is this the way that the ship's company have been disciplined under
their late commander, to halloo and bawl whenever they think proper?"
I was irritated at any reflection upon O'Brien, and I replied, "Yes sir;
they have been always accustomed to express their joy at the prospect of
engaging the enemy."
"Very well, Mr Simple," replied he.
"How are we to put her head?" inquired the master, touching his hat;
"for the chase?"
"Of course," replied the captain, who then descended into his cabin.
"Come, my lads," said Swinburne, as soon as the captain was below, "I
have been going round, and I fine that your _pets_ are all in good
fighting order. I promise ye, you sha'n't wait for powder. They'll
find that the _Rattlesnake_ can bite devilish hard yet, I expect."
"Ay, and without its _head_, too," replied one of the men, who was the
Joe Miller of the brig.
The chase, perceiving that she could not escape--for we were coming up
with her, hand over hand, now shortened sail for action, hoisting Dutch
colours.
Captain Hawkins again made his appearance on the quarter-deck, when we
were within half a mile of her.
"Are we to run alongside of her, or how?" inquired I. "Mr Simple, I
command her," replied he, "and want no interference whatever."
"Very well, sir," replied I, and I walked to the gangway.
"Mr Thompson," cried the captain, who appeared to have screwed up his
courage to the right pitch, and had now taken his position for a moment
on one of the carronades; "you will lay the brig right--"
Bang, bang--whiz, whiz--bang--whiz, came three shots from the enemy,
cleaving the air between our masts. The captain jumped down from the
carronade, and hastened to the capstan, without finishing his sentence.
"Shall we fire when we are ready, sir?" said I; for I perceived that he
was not capable of giving correct orders.
"Yes--yes, to be sure," replied he, remaining where he was.
"Thompson," said I to the master, "I think we can manage in our present
commanding position, to get foul of him, so as to knock away his
jib-boom and fore-topmast, and then she can't escape. We have good way
on her."
"I'll manage it, Simple, or my name is not Thompson," replied the
master, jumping into the quarter-boat, conning the vessel in that
exposed situation, as we received the enemy's fire.
"Look out, my lads, and pour it into her now, just as you please," said
I to the men.
The seamen were, however, too well disciplined to take immediate
advantage of my permission; they waited until we passed her, and just as
the master put up his helm so as to catch her jib-boom between our
masts, the whole broadside was poured into his bow and chess-tree. Her
jib-boom and fore-topgallant went down, and she had so much way through
the water, that we tore clear from her, and rounding to the wind shot
a-head. The enemy, although in confusion from the effects of our
broadside, put up his helm to rake us; we perceived his manoeuvre, and
did the same, and then squaring our sail, we ran with him before the
wind, engaging broadside to broadside.
This continued about half-an-hour, and we soon found that we had no fool
to play with. The brig was well fought, and her guns well directed. We
had several men taken down below, and I thought it would be better to
engage her even closer. There was about a cable's length between both
vessels, as we ran before the wind, at about six miles an hour with a
slight rolling motion.
"Thompson," said I, "let us see if we cannot beat them from their guns.
Let's port the helm, and close her, till we can shy a biscuit on board."
"Just my opinion, Simple; we'll see if they won't make another sort of
running fight of it."
In a few minutes we were so close on board of her that the men who
loaded the guns could touch each other with their rammers and sponges.
The men cheered; it was gallantly returned by the enemy, and havoc was
now commenced by the musketry on both sides. The French captain, who
appeared as brave a fellow as ever stepped, stood for some minutes on
the hammocks: I was also holding on by the swifter of the main rigging,
when he took off his hat and politely saluted me. I returned the
compliment; but the fire became too hot, and I wished to get under the
shelter of the bulwark. Still I would not go down first, and the French
captain appeared determined not to be the first either to quit the post
of honour. At last one of our marines hit him in the right arm: he
clasped his hand to the part, as if to point it out to me, nodded, and
was assisted down from the hammocks. I immediately quitted my post, for
I thought it foolish to stand as a mark for forty or fifty soldiers. I
had already received a bullet through the small of my leg. But the
effects of such close fire now became apparent: our guns were only half
manned, our sides terribly cut up, and our sails and rigging in tatters.
The enemy was even worse off, and two broadsides more brought her
mainmast by the board. Our men cheered, and threw in another broadside.
The enemy dropped astern; we rounded to rake her; she also attempted to
round-to, but could not until she had cleared away her wreck, and taken
in her foresail, and lowered her topsail. She then continued the action
with as much spirit as ever.
"He's a fine fellow, by God!" exclaimed Thompson; "I never saw a man
fight his ship better: but we have him. Webster's down, poor fellow!"
"I'm sorry for it," replied I; "but I'm afraid that there are many poor
fellows who have lost the number of their mess. I think it useless
throwing away the advantage which we now have. He can't escape, and
he'll fight this way for ever. We had better run a-head, repair
damages, and then he must surrender, in his crippled state, when we
attack him again."
"I agree with you," said Thompson; "the only point is, that it will soon
be dark."
"I'll not lose sight of him, and he cannot get away. If he puts before
the wind, then we'll be at him again."
We gave him the loaded guns as we forged a-head, and when we were about
half a mile from him, hove to, to repair damages.
The reader may now ask, "But where was the captain all this time?" My
answer, is, that he was at the capstan, where he stood in silence, not
once interfering during the whole action, which was fought by Thompson
the master and myself. How he looked, or how he behaved in other points
during the engagement, I cannot pretend to say, for I had no time to
observe him. Even now, I was busy knotting the rigging, rousing up new
sails to bend, and getting everything in order, and I should not have
observed him, had he not come up to me; for as soon as we had ceased
firing he appeared to recover himself. He did not, however, first
address me; he commenced speaking to the men.
"Come, be smart, my lads; send a hand here to swab up the blood. Here,
youngster, run down to the surgeon, and let him know that I wish a
report of the killed and wounded."
By degrees, he talked more, and at last came up to me. "This has been
rather smartish, Mr Simple."
"Very smart indeed, sir," replied I; and then turned away to give
directions.
"Maintop there, send down the hauling line on the starboard side."
"Ay, ay, sir."
"Now then, my lads, clap on, and run it up at once."
"Maintop, there," hailed the captain, "be a little smarter, or, by God,
I'll call you down for something."
This did not come with a good grace from one, who had done nothing, to
those who were working with all their energy.
"Mr Simple," said the captain, "I wish you would carry on duty with
less noise."
"At all events, he set us the example during the action," muttered the
Joe Miller; and the other men laughed heartily at the implication.
In two hours, during which we had carefully watched the enemy, who still
lay where we left him, we were again ready for action.
"Shall I give the men their grog now, sir?" said I, to the captain;
"they must want it."
"No, no," replied the captain; "no, no, Mr Simple, I don't like what
you call _Dutch_ courage."
"I don't think he much does; and this fellow has shown plenty of it,"
said the Joe Miller, softly; and the men about him laughed heartily.
"I think, sir," observed I, "that it is an injustice to this fine ship's
company, to hint at their requiring Dutch courage." (Dutch courage is a
term for courage screwed up by drinking freely.) "And I most
respectfully beg leave to observe, that the men have not had their
afternoon's allowance; and, after the fatigues they have undergone,
really require it."
"I command this ship, sir," replied he.
"Certainly, sir, I am aware of it," rejoined I. "She is now all ready
for action again, and I wait your orders. The enemy is two miles on the
lee quarter."
The surgeon here came up with his report.
"Good heavens!" said the captain, "forty-seven men killed and wounded;
Mr Webster dangerously. Why, the brig is crippled. We can do no
more--positively, we can do no more."
"_We can take that brig, anyhow_," cried one of the seamen, from a dozen
of the men who were to leeward, expecting orders to renew the attack.
"What man was that?" cried the captain.
No one answered.
"By God! this ship is in a state of mutiny, Mr Simple."
"Will _soon_ be, I think," said a voice from the crowd, which I knew
very well; but the captain, having been but a short time with us, did
not know it.
"Do you hear that, Mr Simple?" cried the captain.
"I regret to say that I did hear it, sir; I little thought that ever
such an expression would have been make use of on board of the
_Rattlesnake_." Then fearing he would ask me the man's name, and to
pretend not to have recognised it, I said, "Who was that who made use of
that expression?" But no one answered; and it was so dark that it was
impossible to distinguish the men.
"After such mutinous expressions," observed the captain, "I certainly
will not risk His Majesty's brig under my command, as I should have
wished to have done, even in her crippled state, by again engaging the
enemy. I can only regret that the officers appear as insolent as the
men."
"Perhaps, Captain Hawkins, you will state in what, and when, I have
proved myself insolent. I cannot accuse myself."
"I hope the expression was not applied to me, sir," said Thompson, the
master, touching his hat.
"Silence, gentlemen, if you please. Mr Simple, wear round the ship."
Whether the captain intended to attack the enemy or not, we could not
tell, but we were soon undeceived; for when we were round, he ordered
her to be kept away, until the Dutch brig was on our lee quarter: then
ordering the master to shape his course for Yarmouth, he went down into
the cabin, and sent up word that I might pipe to supper, and serve out
the spirits.
The rage and indignation of the men could not be withheld. After they
went down to supper they gave three heavy groans in concert; indeed,
during the whole of that night, the officers who kept the watches had
great difficulty in keeping the men from venting their feeling, in what
might be almost termed justifiable mutiny. As for myself, I could
hardly control my vexation. The brig was our certain prize; and this
was proved, for the next day she hauled down her colours immediately to
a much smaller man-of-war, which fell in with her, still lying in the
same crippled state; the captain and first lieutenant killed, and nearly
two-thirds of her ship's company either killed or wounded. Had we
attacked her, she would have hauled down her colours immediately, for it
was our last broadside which had killed the captain, who had shown so
much courage. As first lieutenant, I should have received my promotion
which was now lost. I cried for vexation when I thought of it as I lay
in bed. That his conduct was severely commented upon by the officers in
the gun-room, as well as by the whole ship's company, I hardly need say.
Thompson was for bringing him to a court-martial, which I would most
gladly have done, if it only were to get rid of him; but I had a long
conversation with old Swinburne on the subject, and he proved to me that
I had better not attempt it. "For, d'ye see, Mr Simple, you have no
proof. He did not run down below; he stood his ground on deck, although
he did nothing. You can't _prove_ cowardice then, although there can be
no great doubt of it. Again, with regard to his not renewing the
attack, why, is not a captain at liberty to decide what is the best for
His Majesty's service? And if he thought, in the crippled state of the
brig, so close to the enemy's coast, that it wasn't advisable, why, it
could only be brought in as an error in judgment. Then, there's another
thing which must be remembered, Mr Simple, which is, that no captains
sitting on a court-martial will, if it be possible to extricate him,
ever prove _cowardice_ against a brother captain, because they feel that
it's a disgrace, to the whole cloth."
Swinburne's advice was good, and I gave up all thoughts of proceeding;
still, it appeared to me, that the captain was very much afraid that I
would, he was so extremely amiable and polite during our run home. He
said, that he had watched how well I had behaved in the action, and
would not fail to notice it. This was something, but he did not keep
his word; for his despatch was published before we quitted the
roadstead, and not the name of one officer mentioned, only generally
saying, that they conducted themselves to his satisfaction. He called
the enemy a corvette, not specifying whether she was brig or ship
corvette; and the whole was written in such a bombastic style, that any
one would have imagined that he had found a vessel of superior force.
He stated, at the end, that as soon as he repaired damages, he wore
round, but that the enemy declined further action. So she did,
certainly--for the best of all possible reasons, that she was too
disabled to come down to us. All this might have been contested; but
the enormous list of killed and wounded proved that we had had a hard
fight, and the capture of the brig afterwards, that we had really
overpowered her. So that, on the whole, Captain Hawkins gained a great
deal of credit with some; although whispers were afloat, which came to
the ears of the Admiralty, and prevented him from being posted--the more
so, as he had the modesty not to apply for it.