In a few days, Courtenay, with the prize crew of the _Aspasia_, sailed
for Barbadoes in the frigate which had been ordered to receive them for
a passage. The frigate was commanded by one of the most singular
characters in the service. He was a clever man, a thorough sailor, and
well acquainted with the details and technicalities of the profession--a
spirited and enterprising officer, but of the most arbitrary
disposition. So well was he acquainted with the regulations of the
service, that he could hedge himself in so as to insure a compliance
with the most preposterous orders, or draw the officer who resisted into
a premunire which would risk his commission.
In a profession where one man is embarked with many, isolated from the
power whence he derives his own where his fiat must be received without
a murmur by hundreds who can reason as well as himself it is absolutely
requisite that he should be invested with an authority amounting to
despotism. True it is that he is held responsible to his superiors for
any undue exercise of this authority: but amongst so many to whom it is
confided, there must be some who, from disposition, or the bad example
of those under whom they have served, will not adhere to the limits
which have been prescribed. This, however, is no reason for reducing
that authority, which, as you govern wholly by opinion, is necessary for
the discipline which upholds the service; but it is a strong reason for
not delegating it to those who are not fit to be intrusted.
Captain Bradshaw had many redeeming qualities. Oppressor as he was, he
admired a spirit of resistance in an officer when it was shown in a just
cause, and, upon reflection, was invariably his friend, for he felt that
his own natural temperament was increased by abject obedience. Raynal,
I think it is, has said that "the pride of men in office arises as much
from the servility of their inferiors or expectants as from any other
cause." In our service they are all inferiors, and all expectants. Can
it then be surprising that a captain occasionally becomes tyrannical?
But Captain Bradshaw was not naturally tyrannical: he had become so,
because, promoted at an early age, he had never been afterwards opposed;
no one contradicted him; every one applauded his jokes, and magnified
his mirth into wit. He would try by a court-martial an officer who had
committed a slight error, and on the same day would open his purse and
extend his patronage to another whom he knew not, but had been informed
that he was deserving, and had no friends. To his seamen he was as
lavish with his money as he was with the cat. He would give a man a new
jacket one day, and cut it to pieces on his back with a rope's end on
the next. Yet it was not exactly inconsistency--it was an eccentricity
of character--not natural, but created by the service. The graft was of
a worse quality than the parent stock, and the fruit was a compound of
the two. The sailors, who are of the most forgiving temper in the
world, and will pardon a hundred faults for one redeeming quality,
declared that "he warn't a bad captain after all."
His violent and tyrannical disposition made him constantly at variance
with his officers, and continual changes took place in his ship; but it
was observed, that those who had left him from a spirited resistance
were kindly received, and benefited by his patronage, while those who
submitted were neglected. Like a pretty but clever woman, who is aware
that flattery is to be despised, and yet, from habit, cannot exist
without it so Captain Bradshaw exacted the servility which he had been
accustomed to, yet rewarded not those by whom it was administered. All
the midshipmen promoted on the station had to pass through the ordeal of
sailing with Captain Bradshaw, who generally had a vacancy; and it
certainly had a good effect upon those young men who were inclined to
presume upon their newly acquired rank: for they were well schooled
before they quitted his ship.
When Courtenay and his party went on board of the frigate, the
first-lieutenant, master, and surgeon, indignant at language which had
been used to them by the captain, refused to dine in the cabin, when
they were invited by the steward, who reported to Captain Bradshaw that
the officers would not accept his invitation.
"Won't they, by God? I'll see to that. Send my clerk here."
The clerk made his appearance, with an abject bow.
"Mr Powell, sit down, and write as I dictate," said Captain Bradshaw,
who, walking up and down the fore-cabin, composed a memorandum, in
which, after a long preamble, the first-lieutenant, master, and surgeon,
were directed to dine with him every day, until further orders. Captain
Bradshaw, having signed it, sent for the first-lieutenant, and delivered
it himself into his hands.
"Ferguson!--Bradly!" cried the first-lieutenant, entering the gun-room,
with the paper in his hand, "here's something for all three of us,--a
positive order to dine with the skipper every day, until he gets tired
of our company."
"I'll be hanged if I do," replied the surgeon. "I'll put myself in the
sick-list."
"And if I am obliged to go, I'll not touch anything," rejoined the
master. "There's an old proverb, `you may lead a horse to the pond, but
you can't make him drink.'"
"Whatever we do," replied Roberts, the first-lieutenant, "we must act in
concert; but I have been long enough in the service to know that we must
obey first, and remonstrate afterwards. That this is an unusual order,
I grant, nor do I know by what regulations of the service it can be
enforced; but at the same time I consider that we run a great risk in
refusing to obey it. Only observe, in the preamble, how artfully he
inserts `appearance of a conspiracy, tending to bring him into
contempt;' and again, `for the better discipline of his Majesty's
service, which must invariably suffer when there is an appearance of
want of cordiality between those to whom the men must look for example.'
Upon my soul, he's devilish clever. I do believe he'd find out a
reason for drawing out all our double teeth, if he was inclined, and
prove it was all for the benefit of his Majesty's service. Well, now,
what's to be done?"
"Why, what's your opinion, Roberts?"
"Oh, mine is to go; and if you will act with me, he won't allow us to
dine with him a second time."
"Well, then, I agree," replied the surgeon.
"And so must I, then, I presume; but, by heavens, downright tyranny and
oppression."
"Never mind; listen to me. Let's all go, and all behave as ill as we
can--be as unmannerly as bears--abuse everything--be as familiar as
possible, and laugh in his face. He cannot touch us for it, if we do
not go too far--and he'll not trouble us to come a second time."
Their plans were arranged; and at three o'clock they were ushered into
the cabin, with one of the midshipmen of the ship, and Jerry, who, as a
stranger, had been honoured with an invitation. Captain Bradshaw, whose
property was equal to his liberality, piqued himself upon keeping a good
table; his cook was an _artiste_, and his wines were of the very best
quality. After all, there was no great hardship in dining with him--
but, "upon compulsion!"--No. The officers bowed. The captain,
satisfied with their obedience, intended, although he had brought them
there by force, to do the honours of his table with the greatest
urbanity.
"Roberts," said he, "do me the favour to take the foot of the table.--
Doctor, here's a chair for you.--Mr Bradly, come round on this side.
Now, then, steward, off covers, and let us see what you have for us.
Why, youngster, does your captain starve you?"
"No, sir," replied Jerry, who knew what was going on; "but he don't give
me a dinner every day."
"Humph!" muttered the captain, who thought Mr Jerry very free upon so
short an acquaintance.
The soup was handed round; the first spoonful that Roberts took in his
mouth, he threw out on the snow-white deck, crying out, as soon as his
mouth was empty, "O Lord!"
"Why, what's the matter?" inquired the captain.
"So cursed hot, I've burnt my tongue."
"Oh, that's all?--steward, wipe up that mess," said the captain, who was
rather nice in his eating.
"Do you know Jemmy Cavan, sir, at Barbadoes?" inquired the doctor.
"No, sir, I know no Jemmies," replied Captain Bradshaw, surprised at his
familiar address.
"He's a devilish good fellow, sir, I can tell you. When he gets you on
shore, he'll make you dine with him every day, whether or not. He'll
take no denial."
"Now, that's what I call a damned good fellow: you don't often meet a
chap like him," observed the master.
Captain Bradshaw felt that he was indirectly called a _chap_, which did
not please him.
"Mr Bradly, will you take some mutton?"
"If you please," said the master.
"Roberts, I'll trouble you to carve the saddle of mutton."
The first-lieutenant cut out a slice, and taking it on the fork, looked
at it suspiciously, and then held his nose over it.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Rather high, sir, I'm afraid."
"Oh, I smell it here," said Jerry, who entered into the joke.
"Indeed! Steward, remove that dish; fortunately, it is not all our
dinner. What will you take, Mr Bradly?"
"Why, really, I seldom touch anything but the joint. I hate your
kickshaws, there's so much pawing about them. I'll wait, if you please;
in the meantime, I'll drink a glass of wine with you, Captain Bradshaw."
"The devil you will!" was nearly out of the captain's mouth, at this
reversal of the order of things; but he swallowed it down, and answered,
in a surly tone, "With great pleasure, sir."
"Come, doctor, let you and I hob and nob," said the first-lieutenant.
They did so, and clicked their glasses together with such force as to
break them both, and spill the wine upon the fine damask table-cloth.
Jerry could contain himself no longer, but burst out into a roar of
laughter, to the astonishment of Captain Bradshaw, who never had seen a
midshipman thus conduct himself at his table before: but Jerry could not
restrain his inclination for joining with the party, although he had no
excuse for _his_ behaviour.
"Bring some wine-glasses, steward; and you'll excuse me, gentlemen, but
I will thank you not to try the strength of them again," said Captain
Bradshaw, with a very majestic air.
"Now, Mr Ferguson, I shall be happy to take a glass of wine with you.
What will you have? There's sherry and Moselle."
"I prefer champagne, if you please," answered the surgeon, who knew that
Captain Bradshaw did not produce it except when strangers were at the
table.
Captain Bradshaw restrained his indignation, and ordered champagne to be
brought.
"I'll join you," cried the first-lieutenant, shoving in his glass.
"Come, younker, let you and I have a glass cosy together," said Jerry to
the midshipman, who, frightened at what was going on, moved his chair a
little further from Jerry, and then looked first at him and then at the
captain.
"Oh, pray take a glass with the young gentleman," said Captain Bradshaw,
with mock politeness.
"Come, steward, none of your half allowance, if you please," continued
the impertinent Jerry. "Now, then, my cock, here's _towards_ you, and
`better luck still.'"
Captain Bradshaw was astonished. "I say, youngster, did Captain
M--- ever flog you?"
"No, sir," replied Jerry, demurely, perceiving that he had gone too far;
"he always treats his officers like gentlemen."
"Then, I presume, sir, when they are on board of his ship, that they
conduct themselves as gentlemen."
This hint made Jerry dumb for some time; the officers, however,
continued as before. The surgeon dropped his plate, full of damascene
tart, on the deck. The first-lieutenant spilt his snuff on the
table-cloth, and laid his snuff-box on the table, which he knew to be
the captain's aversion; and the master requested a glass of grog, as the
rotgut French wines had given him a pain in the bowels. Captain
Bradshaw could hardly retain his seat upon the chair, upon which he
fidgeted right and left. He perceived that his officers were behaving
in a very unusual manner, and that it was with a view to his annoyance:
yet it was impossible for him to take notice of breaking glasses, and
finding fault with the cookery, which they took care to do, sending
their plates away before they had eaten a mouthful, with apparent
disgust; neither could he demand a court-martial for awkwardness or want
of good manners at his own table. He began to think that he had better
have left out the "_every day until further orders_," in the memorandum,
as rescinding it immediately would have been an acknowledgment of their
having gained the victory; and as to their going on in this way, to put
up with it was impossible.
The dinner was over, and the dessert placed on the table. Captain
Bradshaw passed the bottles round, helping himself to Madeira. Roberts
took claret, and as soon as he had tasted it, "I beg your pardon,
Captain Bradshaw," said he, "but this wine is corked."
"Indeed--take it away, steward, and bring another bottle."
Another was put on the table.
"I hope you will find that better, Mr Roberts," said the captain, who
really thought that what he stated had been the case.
"Yes," replied the first-lieutenant; "for the description of wine, it's
well enough."
"What do you mean, sir? Why, its Chateau Margaux of the first growth."
"Excuse me, sir," replied the officer, with an incredulous smile; "they
must have imposed upon you."
Captain Bradshaw, who was an excellent judge of wine, called for a
glass, and pouring out the claret, tasted it. "I must differ from you,
sir; and, moreover, I have no better."
"Then I'll trouble you to pass the port, doctor, for I really cannot
drink that stuff."
"Do you drink port, Mr Bradly?" said the captain, with a countenance as
black as a thunder-cloud.
"No, not to-day; I am not well in my inside: but I'll punish the port
to-morrow."
"So will I," said the surgeon.
"And as I am not among the privileged," added Jerry, who had already
forgotten the hint, "I'll take my whack to-day."
"Perhaps you may," observed the captain, drily.
The officers now began to be very noisy, arguing among themselves upon
points of service, and taking no notice whatever of the captain. The
master, in explanation, drew a chart, with wine, upon the polished
table, while the first-lieutenant defended his opinion with pieces of
biscuit, laid at different positions--during which two more glasses were
demolished.
The captain rang, and ordered coffee in an angry tone. When the
officers had taken it, he bowed stiffly, and wished them good evening.
There was one dish which was an object of abhorrence to Captain
Bradshaw. The first-lieutenant, aware of it, as they rose to depart,
said, "Captain Bradshaw, if it's not too great a liberty, we should like
to have some _tripe_ to-morrow. We are all three very partial to it."
"So am I," rejoined Jerry.
Captain Bradshaw could hold out no longer. "Leave the cabin
immediately, gentlemen. By heavens, you shall never put your legs under
my table again."
"Are we not to dine here to-morrow, sir?" replied the first-lieutenant
with affected surprise; "the order says, `every day.'"
"Till further orders," roared the captain; "and now you have them, for
I'll be damned if ever you dine with me again."
The officers took their departure, restraining their mirth until they
gained the gun-room: and Jerry was about to follow, when Captain
Bradshaw caught him by the arm.
"Stop, my young gentleman, you've not had your `whack,' yet."
"I've had quite sufficient, sir, I thank you," replied Jerry; "an
excellent dinner--many thanks to your hospitality."
"Yes, but I must now give you your dessert."
"I've had my dessert and coffee too, sir," said Jerry, trying to escape.
"But you have not had your _chasse-cafe_, and I cannot permit you to
leave the cabin without it. Steward, desire a boatswain's mate to bring
his cat, and a quarter-master to come here with seizings."
Jerry was now in a stew--the inflexible countenance of Captain Bradshaw
showed that he was in earnest. However, he held his tongue until the
operators appeared, hoping that the captain would think better of it.
"Seize this young gentleman up to the breach of the gun,
quarter-master!"
"Will you oblige me, sir, by letting me know my offence!"
"No, sir."
"I do not belong to your ship," continued Jerry. "If I have done wrong,
Captain M--- is well known to be a strict officer, and will pay every
attention to your complaint."
"I will save him the trouble, sir."
Jerry was now seized up, and every arrangement made preparatory to
punishment. "Well, sir," resumed Jerry, "it must be as you please; but
I know what Captain M--- will say."
"What, sir?"
"That you were angry with your officers, whom you could not punish, and
revenged yourself upon a poor boy."
"Would he?--Boatswain's mate, where's your cat?"
"Here, sir;--how many tails am I to use?"
"Oh, give him the whole nine."
"Why, your honour," replied the man, in a compassionate tone, "there's
hardly room for them there."
Jerry, who, when his indignation was roused, cared little what he said,
and defied consequences, now addressed the captain.
"Captain Bradshaw, before you commence, will you allow me to tell you
what I will call you after the first lash?"
"What, sir?"
"What!" cried Jerry, with scorn,--"Why, if you cut me to pieces, and
turn me out of the service afterwards, I will call you a paltry coward,
and your own conscience, when you are able to reflect, will tell you the
same."
Captain Bradshaw started back with astonishment at such unheard-of
language from a midshipman; but he was pleased with the undaunted spirit
of the boy--perhaps he felt the truth of the observation. At all
events, it saved Jerry. After a short pause, the captain said--
"Cast him loose; but observe, sir, never let me see your face again
while you are in the ship!"
"No, nor any other part of me, if I can help it," replied Jerry,
buttoning up his clothes, and making a precipitate escape by the
cabin-door.