CHAPTER XVII.

I ENTER THE TURKISH NAVY.

After superintending, as it were, the adventures just detailed, I found

that there was still a year to pass before my time for service as a

post-captain came on; so I determined on making a Continental tour to

fill up the space. After wandering about in different countries, I more

by accident than design visited Constantinople.

While there, I called upon that great statesman Fuad Pasha, the Grand

Vizier of the Ottoman Empire, to whom I presented my letters of

introduction. He received me most cordially, and, during our

conversation, mentioned that for some years Turkey had had to deal with

a serious insurrection in the island of Crete, which it was found

difficult to suppress, owing to the assistance from without which the

revolutionary party received from Greece; also on account of the

somewhat doubtful laws existing as to blockade-running. For, although

Turkish men-of-war were continually on the look-out, vessels mostly

under the Greek flag, carrying warlike stores, provisions, &c., evaded

the watch of the cruisers on one pretext or another, and so managed to

keep a lively communication with the insurrectionary subjects of the

Sultan in Crete. Only one vessel had been captured _in flagrante

delicto_ after a sharp fight, and had been condemned as a lawful prize.

The Turkish authorities were told that, according to international law,

a blockade-running vessel could not be followed more than ten miles from

the coast, though having been seen breaking the blockade, and that as

soon as a blockade-runner was within four miles of any island not

belonging to Turkey, she could not be touched, &c. &c.; in fact, laws

were _fabricated_ to defend the blockade-running, which fed the

revolution to such an extent that, while it continued, it was hopeless

to attempt to put down the revolt.

I accidentally hinted to His Highness, Fuad Pasha, that I thought the

blockade-running could be put a stop to without infringing any law,

especially where laws were so elastic. He seemed much struck with my

remark, and asked me to call on him again in a few days. Now I had

merely mentioned casually what I thought. I had no idea of anything

serious resulting from our interview. I was indeed surprised on my

return to His Highness by his saying: 'I have consulted His Majesty the

Sultan, who desires me to tell you that if you would wish to take

service with the Ottoman Government, arrangements can be made whereby

you can do so, only you must take the risk and responsibility of

offending your own people.'

I had to consider a little before replying. I bore in mind that there

were some two hundred and fifty post-captains in the English navy

clamouring for employment, and that there were at the moment I speak of

only about forty employed. I remembered that for twenty-four years an

English officer of the same rank as myself had held the post now offered

to me, namely, that of Naval Adviser to the Turkish Government, that the

post was just vacant through the retirement of Sir Adolphus Slade (who

had served honourably for twenty years, and had retired from old age). I

calculated in those days of profound peace there was more probability of

active service in the Eastern world than elsewhere. So I answered:

'Well, your Highness, I am ready if the terms offered me are

satisfactory.'

I may say they proved most satisfactory; so, to make a long story

short, I accepted and was booked as a Turkish employé for five years,

always retaining my rank and position as an English naval officer, and

my nationality as a British subject.

I found afterwards, as regards my position as an English naval officer,

I had somewhat reckoned without my host. It seems that this post was

considered by the English Admiralty as one of their choice gifts, and

many were the applicants for it on Sir A. Slade's retirement, so much so

that their lordships made great capital of this appointment, and were

furious at my action in the matter. They said I had 'cut out' a good old

servant to whom they had intended to give it. They suggested my coming

home at once, &c. &c. I didn't see it in the same light as their

lordships, and I signified my determination to remain where I was; for

which, as will be seen, they paid me off in course of time. Luckily, I

could afford by the arrangement I had made with the Turkish Government

to be in the Admiralty's bad books, and even the frowns of the English

Ambassador did not affect me a bit. I believe they called me

'adventurer,' 'artful dodger,' &c., but it must be remembered that I was

in every way as much entitled to this position as the Admiralty 'pet,'

whoever he may have been.

From the day of signing my contract (which has been constantly renewed)

to the time I write, some sixteen years, I never have had cause to

regret the step I took.

Shortly after my installation as vice-admiral in the Turkish navy, it

was decided that I should be sent to Crete to put a stop to the

blockade-running. 'Set a thief to catch a thief,' as one of my, what may

be called, unfriendly critics has written about me, and the remark was

_ben trovato_ at all events, for I certainly did know something about

blockade-running.

I accordingly hoisted my flag in a fine fifty-gun wooden frigate, and

arrived at Suda Bay, the principal port of Crete, where six or seven

Turkish men-of-war were stationed, of which I took command. Here I heard

all the naval officers had to say about the blockade, the impunity with

which it was carried on, &c. I found, as I before mentioned, that the

Turkish naval officers' hands were tied by all sorts of imaginary

difficulties. They had most zealously done their duty while trying to

stop the blockade-running. They had shown great pluck and endurance, but

they always feared to break the law and so get the ever-bullied Turkish

Government into trouble. Here I also heard of the triumphant manner in

which the blockade-runners left the ports of Greece. How the Mayors of

Syra, Poros, and other Greek towns, conducted, with flags flying, bands

playing, and the hurrahs of the entire population, the hitherto

triumphant blockade-running captains and crews to their ships, on the

way to feed the flame of revolt against a nation with whom the Greeks

professed to be on most friendly terms.

I heard all this, and was moreover told that if the blockade-running was

stopped, the insurgents in Crete would at once lay down their arms for

want of food and warlike stores.

I determined to stop it at all risks.

Picking out of my squadron a couple of fast despatch boats and a quick

steaming corvette to accompany my flag-ship, I started on a cruise, and

once out of sight of the harbour of Suda, steamed straight for Syra. Now

this port had been the principal delinquent in fitting out and sending

blockade-runners to Crete; so I thought that by going as it were to the

starting-point, I should be somewhat nearer to my quarry than by waiting

for them in Crete. Circumstances favoured me in the most marvellous

manner. As morning broke the day after I left Suda, I was about eight

miles from Syra harbour, steaming slowly, when I saw what made my heart

leap into my mouth, viz., a regular blockade-runner exactly of the type

used in the American war, going at full speed for Syra harbour.

He was _outside_ my little squadron, and must pass within a mile or so

ahead to get to his port.

A somewhat similar position I have so often seen, in fact, taken part

in, of a craft running for dear life into Charleston or Wilmington,

across the bows of blockading ships just at daylight. I saw that he was

firing up all he knew, and was going at a tremendous speed. I signalled

to my despatch boats to chase, and when my flag-ship was within about a

mile and a half I fired a blank gun to make him show his colours. To

this he replied by firing his long Armstrong gun with such effect that

the shot cut away the stanchion of the bridge on which I was standing.

Now, gallant fellow as he was, in doing this he was wrong; he should

have shown his colours and run (if he knew he wasn't honest) for the

shelter of a neutral flag, but not fired at a man-of-war, who in her

duty as forming part of the police of the seas fires a blank gun asking

for colours from a suspicious vessel. He undoubtedly committed an act of

piracy and gave me a splendid hold on him.

My despatch boats chased the blockade-runner close to Syra harbour, both

parties keeping up a warm running fight. When I recalled them, I found

that this vessel was named the 'Enossis.' Her captain was a most

courageous Greek, who thought of nothing but carrying his cargo and

fighting to the last for his ship, evidently ignoring all laws, nor did

he even think that on this occasion someone was acting against him who

knew something of the rules of blockade, and who could have told him

that an armed blockade-runner is a pirate, that is to say, if she uses

her arms against a man-of-war.

I was so satisfied with what had occurred that I sent off one of my

despatch boats to the Governor of Crete, telling him that he need not

fear the blockade-runners any more, as they (the two others were lying

in Syra harbour) had put themselves in so false a position that at all

events for several weeks I could detain them at Syra. I knew that one

week would suffice to stop the revolt in Crete, as without the

blockade-runners the insurrectionists had positively nothing to eat.

(I may as well at once observe that I was perfectly justified in saying

this, for within three days, no blockade-runner arriving at the island,

the insurgents laid down their arms and _begged for bread_. And so ended

the Cretan revolt.)

Having recalled the vessels I had sent to chase the 'Enossis' into Syra

harbour, I steamed in the roads off that port, and anchored with three

vessels.

I then sent to the authorities on shore at Syra, and demanded their

assistance in arresting a vessel that had taken shelter in their port,

which, as I stated in my despatch, had committed an act of piracy on the

high seas, by firing at my flagship when the latter called upon her to

show her colours by firing a blank gun. At the same time I informed the

authorities of Syra that, as the companions of the 'Enossis' were in the

harbour, I should allow none of them to go to sea until the question of

that vessel's illegal action was cleared up. By doing this I took the

wind out of the sails of the authorities of Syra. They of course were

furious, and at once despatched a vessel to Athens for orders. At the

same time they made a semblance of meeting my demand by stating that the

'Enossis' should be tried by international law. They also requested me

to make my protest and to leave Syra, as the populace were in a state of

excitement beyond their power of control. In this request all the

Foreign Consuls joined.

I positively declined to leave; had I consented I am convinced the

'Enossis' and her companions would have left for Crete as soon as I was

out of sight. In the meantime I sent a despatch boat to Smyrna with

telegrams for Constantinople asking for assistance, stating my

position. I remained off Syra with two ships, one being a despatch boat,

watching the movements of the three blockade-runners, to whom I notified

that I would sink them if they attempted to leave the port.

I often wonder they didn't make a rush for it on the first night of my

arrival, when I was almost alone. The Greeks never want pluck. If they

had done so, one vessel out of the three would certainly have escaped,

taken food to the insurgents, and capsized all my calculations.

It merely corroborated my view of blockade-running peoples, namely, that

they go for gain (some perhaps for love of enterprise); don't fight

unless very hard pressed, and not always then if they are wise; that is

what it should be. It is outrageous that adventurous persons not engaged

in war should become belligerents, as well as carriers of arms and

provisions to an enemy.

The first night I passed off Syra was one of great anxiety, as I had

promised the Governor of Crete that no blockade-runner should go to the

island.

In the morning a small steamer arrived from Athens with a Turkish

official on board. He came to me pale as a sheet, and told me that as he

left the Piræus a Greek frigate was on the point of leaving for Syra,

whose captain, officers, and crew had sworn to bring back Hobart Pasha

dead or alive. Half an hour afterwards I got under weigh, and as I

steamed about in the offing I saw the Greek frigate coming round the

point.

It was a moment of intense excitement. The tops of the houses at Syra

were covered with people. It looked like the old story of the

'Chesapeake' and 'Shannon,' where the people turned out to see the fine

sport, and the band played, 'Yankee doodle dandy, oh!'

However, I steamed towards my supposed enemy, went almost alongside of

him, expecting momentarily to receive his broadside, when to my

astonishment and I must say satisfaction he steamed into the anchorage,

and let go three anchors. This didn't look like fighting. I found

afterwards that the Greek frigate had _no powder_ on board. It was a

shame to put her captain in so false a position, as everyone knows what

gallant stuff the Greeks are made of, and swagger is a mistake where

real pluck exists.

I felt for him very much, as he seemed so sorry for himself.

A few days after this I was reinforced by six or seven Turkish

ironclads, and in fact commanded the position in spite of all

remonstrances on the part of foreigners and other declared enemies of

Turkish rule.

We went through the laughable farce of a trial of the 'Enossis' on board

a vessel lying in port (I dare not land), which of course ended in

nothing.

The Governor-General of Crete sent all the insurgents in Turkish ships

to me to deal with, and this was the most difficult thing I had to do.

Poor beggars, they were fine though misguided men. After giving them a

good feed, for they were terribly hungry, I distributed them among the

neighbouring Greek islands, and so finished the affair.

There are those who say that my acts off Syra were illegal, especially

as to stopping the 'Enossis's' companions from leaving the port. All I

can say is, the Greeks _en masse_, from the Government downwards, had

paid so little regard to international law during three years, as

regards their action in encouraging revolution in the territory of a

friendly country, that a little stretch of the law on my part was quite

justifiable.

While on the subject of Crete, which is always supposed to be in a

chronic state of revolt, I would say a few words.

I maintain that the Cretan people, of whom I know a good deal, _do not

want an alliance_ with Greece, and if the always over-excited ambitious

Greek committees would only keep quiet and give up agitation, the

Cretans would be the happiest community in the Mediterranean.

While I commanded for more than a year a large squadron of Turkish

ironclads stationed in Crete, I had many opportunities of judging as to

the sentiments of the Cretans.

I never saw a more orderly, well-disposed people if let alone by

agitators.

On my return to Constantinople the reception I received from several of

the European Powers was most gratifying.

I received high honours in the shape of decorations, for having as they

said by my conduct prevented a European war. My own country alone stood

aloof from me. The Admiralty went so far as to tell me that if I did not

immediately return to England, my name would be erased from the list of

naval officers. An officer of high rank, a member of the Board of

Admiralty, wrote to me a semi-official letter, in which he said, 'Unless

you leave the Turkish service, you will be scratched off the list.'

Feeling exceedingly hurt at such treatment, at a moment when I expected

encouragement for having maintained the honour of my country while

acting as a naval officer should have done, I wrote to him, 'You may

scratch and be d----d.' This letter was, I think, very unfairly quoted

against me some time afterwards in the House of Commons. However, my

name was erased from the list of naval officers, and was not replaced

there for several years. I was well and kindly received by His Majesty

the Sultan, promoted to the rank of full admiral, and settled down to my

work as a Turkish naval officer, head of the staff of the Imperial Navy.

It becomes a most delicate task to continue sketches of my life during

the latter time that I have been in Turkey, because such anecdotes

strike nearer home, that is to say, become more what may be called

personal as regards my public and private doings. However, I will

endeavour, somewhat briefly perhaps, to do so in a way that may be

interesting to my readers, and offensive to no one.

It is not difficult to serve such masters as the Turks; they are always

kind and considerate to strangers in their service, and if one avoids

offending them in certain matters on which they are supposed to have

prejudices, and if one while giving advice avoids offensive censure, it

is easy to get on. While serving in Turkey my principal business has

been relating to naval matters, regarding which I have had to propose

certain progressive changes such as are being constantly introduced into

foreign navies, more especially the English. These changes proposed by

me have generally been accepted, and I can but think that many

beneficial alterations have been introduced into the Turkish Navy

tending to improve that service.

His Majesty the Sultan has named me one of his special A.D.C.'s, and in

that capacity I have had at times and still have important duties.

His Majesty always treats me with the greatest kindness and

consideration, and I have a sincere respect and affection for him, both

as a sovereign, and, if I may presume to say so, as a friend.

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