CHAPTER LVIII.

MORE HASTE, LESS SPEED.

To do what is thoroughly becoming and graceful is my main desire. That

any man should praise himself, and insist upon his own exploits and

services to his native land, or even should let people guess at his

valour, by any manner of side-wind,--such a course would simply deprive

me of the only thing a poor battered sailor has left to support him

against his pension; I mean of course humble, but nevertheless

well-grounded, self-respect.

This delicacy alone forbids me even to allude to that urgent and

universal call for my very humble services which launched me on the

briny waves once more, and in time for a share in the glorious battle

fought off Cape St Vincent. Upon that great St Valentine's Day of 1797 I

was Master of the Excellent, under Captain Collingwood; and every boy in

the parish knows how we captured the Saint Isidore, and really took the

Saint Nicholas, though other people got the credit, and nearly took a

four-decked ship of 130 guns, whose name was the Saint Miss Trinder, and

who managed to sneak away, when by all rights we had got her.

However, let us be content with things beyond contradiction; the

foremost of which is, that no ship ever was carried into action in a

more masterly style than the Excellent upon that occasion. And the

weight of this falls on the Master, far more than the Captain, I do

assure you. So highly were my skill and coolness commended in the

despatches, that if I could have borne to be reduced below inferior men,

I might have died a real Captain in the British Navy. For (as happened

to the now Captain Bowen, when Master of the Queen Charlotte) I was

offered a lieutenant's commission, and doubted about accepting it. Had I

been twenty years younger, of course, I must have jumped at the offer;

but at my time of life, and with all my knowledge, it would have been

too painful to be ordered about by some young dancer; therefore I

declined; at the same time thinking it fair to suggest, for the sake of

the many true Britons now dependent upon me, that a small pecuniary

remittance would meet with my consideration. That faculty of mine,

however, was not called to the encounter: I never heard more about it,

and had to be satisfied with glory.

But if a man is undervalued often, and puts up with it, he generally

finds that fortune treats him with respect in other more serious

aspects. For instance, what would have happened if Providence had

ordained to send me into either of those sad mutinies which disgraced

our fleets so terribly? That deep respect for authority which (like the

yolk of a nest-egg) lies calmly inside me, waiting to be sate upon; as

well as my inborn sense of Nature's resistless determination to end by

turning me into a gentleman (indications of which must have long ago

been perceived by every reader), not to mention any common sense of duty

in the abstract and wages in the pocket,--these considerations must have

led me to lay a pistol to the head of almost every man I could find.

However, from such a course of action grace and mercy preserved me: and

perhaps it was quite as well. For I am not sure that I could have

stopped any one of the four mutinies entirely; although I can answer for

it, that never would bad manners take the lead in any ship, while I was

Master. It is the shilly-shallying that produces all the mischief. If

all our Captains had behaved like Captain Peard and his first

lieutenant, in the St George off Cadiz, at the first spread of

disaffection, it is my opinion that a great disgrace and danger would

have been crushed in the bud. But what could be expected when our

Government showed the like weakness? Twice they went hankering after

peace, and even sent ambassadors! Who can ram shot home with pleasure

while things of this kind are encouraged? To fight it out is the true

Christianity, ordered by the Church itself.

And this we did, and are doing still, as Roger Berkrolles prophesied;

and the only regret I have about it is, that a stiffness in my knees

enables the other boarders to take a mean advantage of their youth, and

jump into the chains or port-holes of a ship (when by my tactics

conquered), so as to get a false lead of me. However, no small

consolation was to be gained by reflecting how much more prize-money

would accrue to me than to any of these forward fellows, so that one

might with an unmoved leg contemplate their precipitancy.

Even a sorer grievance was the breaking up and dispersion of our noble

and gallant ship's company, so long accustomed to one another and to

sharp discipline in the Defence. Where was Captain Bampfylde? Where was

Lieutenant Rodney Bluett? What was become of our three fine savages?

Even Heaviside and Hezekiah were in my thoughts continually, and out of

my knowledge entirely. As to the latter worthy gunsmith, "Artillerist

to the King and Queen, and all the Royal Family," I can only at present

say that when I had been last at home, and before my acceptance of that

brief appointment in the Plymouth dockyard--in short, when first I

recovered strength, after that long illness, to cope with the walk both

to and fro--I found occasion to go to Bridgend, with my uniform on for

the sake of the town. I had not turned the corner of the bridge a good

half-hour, before that important fact was known from the riverbank to

the churchyard. And Griffith of the "Cat and Snuffers," set up such a

Welsh hurrah [as good as the screech of a wild-cat trapped] that it went

up the hill to Newcastle. In a word, Hepzibah heard of me, and ran down

the hill, like a roaring lion, demanding her Hezekiah!

What ensued is painful to me even now to speak of. For though my

conscience was refitting, and ready to knock about again, after carrying

too much sail, I could not find it in my heart to give the mother of a

rapid family nothing but lies to feed upon. Many men of noble nature

dwell upon nothing but conscience; as if that were the one true compass

for a man to steer by--whereas I never did find a man--outside my own

Sunday clothes,--whose conscience would not back him up in whatever he

had a mind for.

My own had always worked like a power plainly exposed to every one;

thereby gaining strength and revolving as fast as a mountain windmill,

when the corn is falling away to chaff. This, however, was not required

in the present instance; for Hepzibah (like a good woman) fell from one

extreme into the opposite. From bitter reviling to praise and gratitude

was but a turn of the tongue to her; especially when I happened to

whisper into the ear of Griffith that the whole of my stipend for Newton

Church clock would now, according to my views of justice, be handed to

Hezekiah's wife, inasmuch as the worthy gunsmith had rejoined the Church

of England. And I said what a dreadful blow this would be to all the

Nicodemites, when the gun-officer returned with money enough to build a

chapel: however, I felt that it served them right, because they had

lately begun to sneer at his good wife's wonderful prophecies.

In a word, I had promised to find Hezekiah; and, both while in harbour

and now when afloat, I tried to get tidings not only of him, but also of

the Newton tailor, and Heaviside, and the three wild men, as well as

young Harry Savage, Lieutenant Bluett, and Captain Bampfylde. For all of

these being at sea and in war-time, who could say what had befallen

them? Whereas I knew all about most of our people now living ashore in

the middle of peace. However, of course one must expect old shipmates to

be parted; and with all the vast force now afloat under the British

flag, it would almost be a wonder if any of us should haul our wind

within hailing distance of the others during our cruise in this world.

Nevertheless it did so happen, as I plainly will set forth, so far as I

remember. Through the rest of the year '97 and the early part of the

following year I was knocking about off and on near the Straits, being

appointed to another ship while the Excellent was refitting, and

afterwards to the Goliath, a fine 74, under Captain Foley.

In the month of May 1798, all our Mediterranean fleet, except three

ships of the line, lay blockading Cadiz. Our Admiral, the Earl St

Vincent, formerly Sir John Jervis, had orders also to watch Toulon,

where a great fleet was assembling. And our information was so scant and

contradictory, that our Admiral sent but three ships of the line and a

frigate or two to see what those crafty Frenchmen might be up to. But

this searching squadron had a commander whose name was Horatio Nelson.

This was not by any means the man to let frog-eaters do exactly as they

pleased with us. "I believe in the King of England; I have faith in

discipline; I abhor all Frenchmen worse than the very devil." Such was

his creed; and at any moment he would give his life for it. It is

something for a man to know what he means, and be able to put it

clearly; and this alone fetches to his side more than half of the

arguers who cannot make their minds up. But it is a much rarer gift, and

not often combined with the other, for a man to enter into, and be able

to follow up, ways and turns, and ins and outs, of the natures of all

other men. If this is done by practised subtlety, it arouses hatred, and

can get no further. But if it be a gift of nature exercised unwittingly,

and with kind love of manliness, all who are worth bringing over are

brought over by it.

If it were not hence, I know not whence it was that Nelson had such

power over every man of us. To know what he meant, to pronounce it, and

to perceive what others meant, these three powers enabled him to make

all the rest mean what he did. At any rate such is my opinion; although

I would not fly in the face of better scholars than myself, who

declared that here was witchcraft. What else could account for the

manner in which all Nelson's equals in rank at once acknowledged him as

the foremost, and felt no jealousy towards him? Even Admiral Earl St

Vincent, great commander as he was, is said to have often deferred to

the judgment of the younger officer. As for the men, they all looked

upon it as worth a gold watch to sail under him.

Therefore we officers of the inshore squadron, under Captain Troubridge,

could scarcely keep our crews from the most tremendous and uproarious

cheers when we got orders to make sail for the Mediterranean, and place

ourselves under the command of Nelson. We could not allow any cheering,

because the Dons ashore were not to know a word about our departure,

lest they should inform the Crappos, under whose orders they now were

acting. And a British cheer has such a ring over the waters of the sea,

and leaps from wave to wave so, that I have heard it a league away when

roused up well to windward. So our fine fellows had leave to cheer to

their hearts' content when we got our offing; and partly under my

conduct (for I led the way in the Goliath), nine seventy-fours got away

to sea in the night of the 24th of May, and nine liners from England

replaced them, without a single Jack Spaniard ever suspecting any

movement. Every one knows what a time we had of it, after joining our

Admiral; how we dashed away helter-skelter, from one end of the world to

the other almost, in a thorough wild-goose chase, because the Board of

Admiralty, with their usual management, sent thirteen ships of the line

especially on a searching scurry without one frigate to scout for them!

We were obliged to sail, of course, within signalling distance of each

other, and so that line of battle might be formed without delay, upon

appearance of the enemy. For we now had a man whose signal was "Go at

'em when you see 'em." Also, as always comes to pass when the sons of

Beelzebub are abroad, a thick haze lay both day and night upon the face

of the water. So that, while sailing in close order, upon the night of

the shortest day, we are said to have crossed the wake of the Frenchmen,

almost ere it grew white again, without even sniffing their roasted

frogs. Possibly this is true, in spite of all the great Nelson's

vigilance; for I went to my hammock quite early that night, having

suffered much from a hollow eye-tooth ever since I lost sight of poor

Polly.

Admiral Nelson made no mistake. He had in the highest degree what is

called in human nature "genius," and in dogs and horses "instinct."

That is to say, he knew how to sniff out the road to almost anything.

Trusting to this tenfold (when he found that our Government would not

hear of it, but was nearly certain of a mighty landing upon Ireland),

off he set for Egypt, carrying on with every blessed sail that would or

even would not draw. We came to that coast at a racing speed, and you

should have seen his vexation when there was no French ship in the

roadstead. "I have made a false cast, Troubridge," he cried; "I shall

write to be superseded. My want of judgment may prove fatal to my King

and country."

For our Government had sent him word, through the Earl St Vincent, that

the great expedition from Toulon would sail for England or Ireland; and

he at his peril had taken upon him to reject such nonsense. But now (as

happens by Nature's justice to all very sanguine men) he was ready to

smite the breast that had suggested pure truth to him. Thus being

baffled we made all sail, and after a chase of six hundred leagues, and

continually beating to windward, were forced to bear up on St Swithin's

Day and make for the coast of Sicily. And it shows the value of good old

hands, and thoroughly sound experience, that I, the oldest man perhaps

in the fleet, could alone guide the fleet into Syracuse. Here our fierce

excitement bubbled while we took in water.

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