VOYAGE TO THE INDIAN OCEAN.

When I reached New York, in consequence of my inexperience I could

get no berth on shipboard, as they only wanted to employ able seamen,

so I was advised to go to New Bedford, where green hands were more

wanted, and where, I was told, I could go free of expense.

Accordingly, next morning, in care of an agent, I started on board a

vessel bound for that port. When I arrived there, I was told I could

only go before the mast as a raw hand, as a great responsibility

rested upon the cook, or steward, of a whaling vessel, bound upon a

long voyage, one of which places I preferred and solicited.

I soon saw there was no chance for me with that master, so I went

to the office of Mr. Gideon Allen, who was fitting out a ship for

sea, and wanted both cook and steward. I approached him with much

boldness, and asked if he would like to employ a good steward, to

which he replied in the affirmative, asking me at the same time if I

was one.

I told him I thought I was. So, without much parleying we agreed

upon the price, when he took me down to the vessel, gave to my charge

the keys of the cabin, and I went to work as well as I knew how.

The following day the Captain, Mr. Aaron C. Luce, come on board with

Mr. Allen, who introduced me to him as the captain of the ship, with

whom I was going to sea. The captain looked at me very suspiciously,

as much as to say, you know nothing of the duties of the office you

now fill.

At the house where I boarded was a cook, who, in consequence of

deformed feet, could not obtain a berth, as the captains and ship

owners thought he would thereby be disenabled for going aloft when

necessity required it. This man told me that if I would get him a

place as cook, he could and would give me all needful instruction in

reference to my office.

I was pleased with an offer which promised so well for me, and

accordingly recommended him to Mr. Allen for cook, who, supposing I

knew the man, and that all was right, hired him.

The Milwood, on which we were to sail, was a splendid vessel, called

a three boat ship. She was arranged to carry 3500 bbls. of oil, with

a crew numbering twenty-five hands, with four principal officers,

captain and three mates, and three boatswains, who are termed

subordinate officers. All things being in readiness, the hands were

summoned on board, when, at the pilot’s command, she was loosed from

her moorings at the dock, floated out of the harbor, and with well

filled sails, stood out to sea.

The thoughts of the voyage and of the responsibilities which I had

taken upon myself, were anything but pleasant. I knew that I was

wholly ignorant of a steward’s duties, and consequently expected to

incur the captain’s just displeasure for my assurance and imposition,

since at sea every man is expected to know his own duty, and fill his

own station, without begging aid from others. But again I reflected

that God was all sufficient, at sea as well as upon the land, so I

put my trust in him, fully confident that he would bring me out more

than victorious.

As I bid my family farewell, and left the American shore, I thought

over the following lines:

Jesus, at thy command,

I launch into the deep;

And leave my native land,

Where sin lulls all to sleep.

For thee I would this world resign,

And sail to Heaven with thee and thine.

Thou art my pilot, wise;

My compass is thy word;

My soul each storm defies,

Whilst I have such a Lord.

I trust his faithfulness and power,

To save me in a trying hour.

Though rocks and quicksands deep,

Through all my passage lie;

Yet Christ will safely keep,

And guide me with his eye.

My anchor, hope, shall firm abide,

And everlasting storms outride.

Soon after the pilot left us I became very sea sick, and unable to

attend to my duties, which, consequently, all devolved upon the cook,

he having promised to assist me. But of this he soon grew tired, and

complained to the captain, hoping to get my place; so he told him I

was a greenhorn, had never been to sea before, and knew nothing of a

steward’s office.

The captain, who had been deceived by my sickness, now came into the

cabin very angry, and said to me, “What is the matter with you?” I

told him I was sick.

“Have you ever been at sea before?” he asked. I told him I never had,

upon which he asked how I came to ship as steward? I answered, “I am

a fugitive slave from Maryland, and have a family in Philadelphia;

but fearing to remain there any longer, I thought I would go a

whaling voyage, as being the place where I stood least chance of

being arrested by slave hunters. I had become somewhat experienced in

cooking by working in hotels, inasmuch that I thought I could fill

the place of steward.”

This narrative seemed to touch his heart, for his countenance at once

assumed a pleasing expression. Thus God stood between me and him, and

worked in my defence.

He told me that had circumstances been different, he should have

flogged me for my imposition; but now bade me go on deck, where I

could inhale the fresh air, and I should soon be well. I did so and

soon recovered.

The captain became as kind as a father to me, often going with me to

the cabin, and when no one was present, teaching me to make pastries

and sea messes. He had a cook book, from which I gained much valuable

information.

I was soon able to fulfill my duty to the gratification and

satisfaction of the captain, though much to the surprise of the whole

crew, who, knowing I was a raw hand, wondered how I had so soon

learned my business. But I could never suit the mate, do the best I

could, for he wanted me put before the mast, and for more than four

months kept a grudge against me. The cook also, disappointed in not

getting my place, often complained of me to my enemy, the mate. And

not satisfied with this, he had the baseness to forbid my going to

the galley to look after my cooking, and it was often spoiled. But

I bore all with patience, as I knew that I had two good friends, in

the captain and God. This trouble was, however, soon removed, for the

cook was taken sick before we reached Fayal, where he was left in

charge of the American Consul, to be sent home.

When we had been about three weeks out, we captured a sperm whale,

which furnished eighty-five bbls. of oil, which we sent home from

Fayal, where we remained just long enough to discharge the oil, and

take on board a fresh supply of water and vegetables, which required

about three days.

Shortly after leaving this place, while the captain was aloft one

day, the mate became so much exasperated with me as to beat me. He

took hold of me, whereupon I threw him down, but did not strike him.

Upon entering the cabin, the captain found me in tears, and inquired

the cause. I told him that, do the best I could, I was unable to

please the mate, who had been beating me now, for no cause of which I

was conscious. He told me to do my duty to the best of my ability,

and he would take care of the rest.

He then went upon deck, and inquired of the mate of what I was

guilty deserving a flogging; who replied that I was unfit to be in

the cabin, and ought to be before the mast; that I was too much of

a gentleman to be at sea. Whereupon the captain told him not to

lay a finger upon me again, for I was his steward, and the mate

had no control over me, which he wished him, the mate, to plainly

understand. The captain allowed I was green enough, but said that I

was willing to do the best I knew; that when the mate first went to

sea, he was as green as I was, and that every man must have a chance

to learn before he could do his duty.

The mate accused the captain of partiality to me, upon which the

captain gave him to understand that he was master of the vessel, and

should treat each man as he deserved, from the mate to the cook.

After this I soon fell in favor with the mate and all the crew. The

mate was a resolute man, and a good whaleman. Being steward I was

not obliged to go in the boats for whales unless I chose, or unless

some one of the hands was unable to go, whose place I was to fill, of

necessity.

The manner of arranging the boats in a ship of this character, is as

follows: Three boats, ready fitted, are kept swinging in the cranes

alongside the ship; these are called the starboard, larboard and

waist boats. Each is manned by six men, including the officer, and

each has its regular crew. The captain commands the starboard, the

first mate the larboard, and the second mate the waist boat. The

third mate commands the captain’s boat, when the latter does not go.

Each boat carries five oars, the officer steering, while the

harpooner, who is termed the boatswain, rows the bow oar, until the

whale is fastened with the harpoon, which operation is performed by

this person. This being done, the boatsteerer goes aft and takes the

officer’s place, while that person goes forward to kill the whale;

which is done with a sharp spear, about six feet long, called a lance.

The harpoon is sharp, and barbed at one end, so that when it has

once entered the animal, it is difficult to draw it out again, and

has attached to its other end a pole, two inches thick and five feet

long. Attached to this is a line 75 or 100 fathoms in length, which

is coiled into the bow of the boat. Sometimes these lines have two

harpoons attached, so that if one misses the whale, another can be

ready to take effect, before the creature is beyond their reach. The

lance is fixed to a line in a similar manner, by which it may be

drawn out of the animal, as it is repeatedly thrust into him, until

he is killed by bleeding to death; a process sometimes requiring two

or three hours for its completion.

The boats remain beside the dead animal until the ships come to them,

for they are generally unable to tow him to the ship, in consequence

of his great weight. When brought alongside the vessel, a chain,

called the fluke chain, is fastened around his tail, which is towards

the bow of the vessel, by which means he is made secure to it. From

his carcass are then cut large junks of oily substance, called

blubber, which is from twelve to eighteen inches in thickness, and is

the only fleshy part of any value. These junks are hoisted upon deck,

and placed in cauldron kettles, that the oil may be tried and pressed

from them; after which, the refuse is thrown upon the fire and used

for fuel.

There are five different kinds of whale: the sperm, the right, the

humpback, the finback, and the sulphur bottom, of which but three

are much caught, the sperm, the right and the humpback. The first

is found in warm climates, the last in temperate, but the right in

cold. Two men are generally placed aloft as “lookouts,” while the

ship is cruising for whales, which may often be seen at a distance of

two miles, usually by their spouting, which is sometimes repeated as

often as every half minute. The whale can neither stay long above nor

below the water, without changing.

When the whale is discovered, the signal is given to the captain, or

the officer upon the deck watch, in the following manner: The man

aloft says, “There she blows.” The officer inquires “Where away?”

“Two points of the weather beam, sir,” is the reply, or whatever

direction the animal may be. This signal is repeated every time the

whale spouts, until the officer goes aloft, to determine of what kind

the animal is.

Part of the crew are always on the watch, while the others are asleep

below. Orders are now given to call all hands on deck, which being

done, each boat’s crew stations itself by its boat, until orders

are given for lowering them away. When within reach of the whale,

the officer in command gives orders for the harpooner to throw his

instrument, which he does until the animal is fastened. The whale can

only be killed by lancing him under the fin, which is the work of

much skill and practice.

The whale is a monster, terrible in his fury, but harmless when

left alone; able to shiver the boat in atoms by one stroke of his

tail, and when in agony roaring like a lion in the forest. Hence the

officer in the boat should have as much skill in the art of whaling,

as a military commander in the art of warfare, since the safety of

the crew rests with him.

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