It may be as well here to remark that the system of pilotage is
different now from what it used to be at the period of which I am
writing. The Cinque Port pilots now carry vessels from the Downs to the
river, and from the river to the Downs. Their pilotage extends no
farther. Vessels seldom require pilots for the Channel, and do not take
them unless they are bound to some port in the Channel with which they
are unacquainted, and those pilots who ply in the Channel are termed
Hoblers; but at the time I refer to, the regular pilots used to go out
in their galleys to the chaps of the Channel, and take charge of vessels
all the way up, which, by the new regulations, they do not do. The
arrangements for pilotage have been much improved of late years, and
those employed are better qualified.
I had remained at Deal about three weeks when an outward-bound Indiaman
anchored in the Downs: her pilot came on shore, and she made the signal
for another. It was Bramble's turn, a galley was launched, and we went
on board.
The ship was bound to Plymouth, from whence she was to sail with convoy
to a certain latitude. The weather was now fine and frosty, and we made
sail when the tide served. As soon as we were fairly out in the
Channel, Bramble went with me into the main-chains, and showed me how to
heave the lead. After several attempts, in which I sometimes would hit
the spare topsail-yard upon which I stood, sometimes would nearly break
my own head, and once contrived to throw the lead over the hammock-rails
in board, I succeeded in getting it round over my head; and when I had
once gained that point, I made fewer mistakes. In two days we arrived
at Plymouth; and as Bramble kept me at it till my arms ached, nearly
half the day, I could by that time heave the lead pretty fairly, that is
to say, without danger to myself or other people. The day after we
arrived at Plymouth we got into a pilot boat and went out in search of
employment, which we soon found, and we continued chiefly taking vessels
up to Portsmouth and down to Plymouth, or clear of soundings, for some
time. During this time my practice at the lead was incessant, and I
became very perfect. When I was not at the lead Bramble would make me
stand at the binnacle and watch the compass, so that, by the time we
arrived at Deal again, I was pretty competent in those two branches of
my art, except that, having practised the lead mostly in deep water, I
had not acquired accuracy and expedition in giving the soundings. But I
learnt a great deal more of my profession; Bramble explaining to me the
sails, rigging, and names and uses of the ropes, and the various
manoeuvres practised, all of which he would catechise me in afterwards,
to ascertain if I was perfect, and had remembered what he told me. I
was, therefore, under excellent tuition. Whatever port we entered
Bramble would point out the landmarks to me, state the distances from
point to point, and the dangers to be avoided. These I could not so
well retain perfectly, and required occasional reminding, but altogether
I gave him satisfaction. It was on New Year's Day, 1800, that we
boarded a large homeward-bound Indiaman, which had just struck
soundings. She was a thousand ton ship, with a rich cargo of tea on
board, and full of passengers, besides more than one hundred invalids
from the regiments out there, who had been sent home under the charge of
two officers.
What a difference there appeared to me to be between the Indiaman going
out and this one coming home! the first so neat and clean in her decks,
and this so crowded and so weatherworn by her long voyage. What with
troops in old jackets, which had once been scarlet, Lascars with their
curly black hair, and dark handsome features, yellow men, sickly women,
and half-caste children, with their Hindoo Ayahs, tigers, lions,
turtles, cows, sheep, goats, and pigs, on the booms and main deck, the
vessel was in a strange motley of confusion.
As soon as we were put on board, the captain, officers, and passengers
crowded round to inquire the news. Bramble, according to pilot custom,
had brought off one or two late Plymouth papers (one of which, I
recollect, gave the account of the cutting out of the Hermione by
Captain Hamilton); but the people on board were eight months behindhand
at least as regarded what had passed. They had not even heard of Sir
Sydney Smith's defence of Acre against Bonaparte, or anything else which
had subsequently occurred; so that as soon as Bramble had taken charge,
and put the ship's head the right course (for the wind was fair), there
was no end to question and answer. And while Bramble was questioned by
the captain and passengers, I was attacked by the midshipmen, or
guinea-pigs as they are called. Having a fair wind, we ran right for
the Downs, where we arrived on the morning of the second day. Here the
purser of the ship went on shore with his despatches, and the ship
anchored to await orders, by the next post, to go up the river.
"Tom," said Bramble, as the vessel anchored, "I cannot quit the ship,
but you may, so just get on shore in one of the boats, and see how
little Bessy is, and poor old Mrs Maddox's leg; and, Tom, take our
dirty linen on shore and bring off clean."
I was glad enough to obey his orders, for I was very anxious to see dear
little Bessy again; so I dropped into a boat that was going on shore for
fresh beef, taking with me two or three little presents for Bessy, out
of the many which I had received when on board, for the officers and men
were very kind to me, and had given me many things which they did not
value, but which I did very much, as they were quite new to me.
The custom officers at Deal were not very particular at that time.
I was not searched, and arrived at the cottage, where I found Bessy
sitting at her needle. She threw down her work and ran to me, and as I
kissed her the tears ran down her cheeks.
"Where is father, Tom? I'm so glad to see you; but where is father?
I've been so frightened, the winter has been so rough."
"He's on board of the Indiaman, but being in charge he cannot come on
ashore, so he sent me."
"Oh! I'm so glad. You have been away so long, and we have had nothing
but gales of wind; and do you know that Williams and Steers are both
drowned?"
"No, indeed, we know nothing; but father will be sorry to hear of it,
for they were friends of his."
"Well, Tom, it's not fair to leave a little girl like me alone here, for
Mrs Maddox has kept her bed ever since you left. Her leg is better,
but she has pains in her limbs, and groans so all night, and here I am
left by myself, to hear her groan and the wind roar."
Here Bessy began to cry, and I to console her as well as I could,
although I did feel that it was hard that such a child should be left so
lonely. The presents I brought her made her wipe away her tears, and
she was very soon as lively and joyous as ever.
"I heard father say, Bessy" (I always called Bramble my father, as he
had said I might), "that he had picked up something this winter, for he
has had none but heavy vessels, and you know pilotage is paid by the
draught of water."
"Well, he may have made money, but I'm sure we haven't spent any to
matter, for I have hardly been once a week to Mrs Maddox for money
since you have gone. She eats hardly anything, and I can't eat my meals
when I'm alone down here. Will father come home after he has been up
the river?"
"Yes, Bessy, he said that we should take a spell on shore."
"Tom, don't you think I might go on board and see him for half an hour?"
"Yes, I don't see why not; speak to Mrs Maddox."
Bessy ran upstairs, and came down with the required permission, provided
a neighbour's girl would remain in the house, and that she went under my
escort. Her bonnet was soon on, and we obtained a passage in one of the
Indiaman's boats which was shoving off, for the water was quite smooth,
and the ship's boats could lie on the shingle without difficulty. The
officer took Bessy under his boat cloak, and we were soon on board.
Bramble was not on deck at the time, and when I went down to look for
him, Bessy remained on the quarterdeck in admiration of all she saw.
But Bramble was not below as I supposed--he had gone into the cuddy with
the captain; and when he came out, his first knowledge of Bessy's being
on board was being embraced by the waist with her little arms.
"Why, Bessy, my child," said Bramble, just as I returned on deck. "This
is Master Tom's doing," continued he, kissing her; "so you have come to
see your father?"
"Why, you would not come on shore to see me, father," said Bessy, as
Bramble took her up and kissed her again.
"Well, Tom, have you brought the clean things?"
"No, I must go on shore again with Bessy, father."
"Very true, so you must."
Bessy was taken much notice of by the captain and all on board. No
wonder: her fair skin and clear transparent red and white were in such
contrast with the bilious-looking passengers that she appeared as if she
was not of the same race. She was much admired, and received many
little presents; and when she left the ship, after staying on board an
hour, she was much delighted with her trip, and still more so with the
promise of Bramble that he would stay ashore for some time as soon as he
came back from the river. I remained with her on shore till dusk, and
then, having collected the clean linen, as we were expected to sail
early the next morning, I returned on board the Indiaman.