CHAPTER VIII.

ALEXANDRIA.

TEN days' hard work and the _Wild Wave's_ equipment was nearly complete.

The riggers were to put the finishing touch to their work that evening,

and the carpenters to finish all below, and were to begin in the morning

scraping and cleaning the decks, and there then remained only the

painting to be done. The captain's usual hour for coming on board was

eleven o'clock, but the men were just knocking off for dinner when he

arrived.

"Well, Mr. Timmins, when do you think we can be ready to take cargo on

board?"

"Well, sir, it will take them three days to get the decks planed. They

are in a beastly state, you see. She must have had a dirty lot on board

her on her last voyage, and she has picked up six months' dirt in the

docks. Nothing short of planing will get them fit to be seen. Then the

painters will take another four days, I should say, perhaps five, as the

bulwarks and all the paint on deck must be done."

"That makes eight days' work, Mr. Timmins. I suppose we cannot set the

painters at work until the carpenters are done?"

The mate shook his head. "Decidedly not, if the paint is to be worth

looking at, sir. It would be throwing money and time away to begin to

paint as long as the chips and dust are flying about."

"If we were to get the painting on deck done directly the carpenters

knock off we might do the outside while we are taking the cargo in?"

"Yes, we might do that," the mate assented; "though even then if it is

anything like a dusty cargo the paint wouldn't show up as smooth and

clean as one would like to see it."

"Well, we can't help that," the captain said. "I have just come from the

office, and they have had an offer for a freight, part to Alexandria and

part to Smyrna; but they wanted to begin to load at once. I said that

was out of the question, but that I thought I could begin to take it on

board next Monday."

"Well, it will be quick work, sir. However, if you can get them to put a

good strong gang of carpenters on board they might get the deck finished

off by Wednesday evening. Anyhow, we might have the painters on board

on Thursday morning, and if they are sharp they should finish by the

time they knock off on Saturday."

[Illustration: "WE ARE DESPERATE MEN AND WELL ARMED"]

"Yes. Two coats will be sufficient," the captain said; "at any rate in

most places. They might send a man or two to-morrow to put a coat at

once on at the gangways and other places where it is worst."

"Do you know what the cargo is, captain?"

"Mixed cargo; some railway iron for Egypt, the rest hardware and dry

goods of one sort and another, but beyond that I did not hear any

particulars."

"Well, captain, I think we can say that we shall be ready to take it on

board on Monday. Will you get them at the office to write to the two

mates to tell them to be here the first thing in the morning?

"I think you are in luck, youngster," Mr. Timmins went on as the captain

left the ship to see that a strong gang of carpenters were set to work.

"A trip up the Mediterranean will be a capital breaking in for you. You

will hardly be out of sight of land all the way, and Alexandria and

Smyrna are two ports well worth seeing. We don't very often get a jaunt

up the Mediterranean now; those rascally steamers get all the work."

When the riggers had once left the ship Jack had nothing more to do, and

Mr. Timmins told him that it would be no use his coming again until

Monday morning.

"You will be useful then," he said, "helping to check off the cargo as

it comes on board. You had better bring your chest down and take up your

quarters here. I shall get the cook in on Monday, and I expect we shall

all stop on board. Of course when work is over you can always go back

home when you are disposed."

To Mrs. Robson's delight, therefore, Jack was able to spend the next few

days at home, and also to assure her that his first voyage was to be a

short one only.

All was in readiness on Monday morning. The second and third mates came

on board early; the crew were not to join until the evening before

sailing, as the work of loading was done by stevedores. The second and

third mates were both young men. They had spoken to Jack on board the

bawley, and had shaken hands with him when they left Leigh with warm

expressions of gratitude, and they both greeted him most cordially as

soon as they met him on the deck of the _Wild Wave_. Jack therefore

commenced his career as a sailor under altogether exceptionally pleasant

conditions. The captain and two of the mates were under very deep

obligations to him, and Mr. Timmins had already conceived a very

favourable opinion of him from his willingness to turn his hand to

anything, and from his quickness and handiness.

For the next three days work went on from morning until night. Jack was

stationed at one of the hatchways with the second mate checking off

every box, bale, and package as it went down. The boatswain and crew

came on board on the Tuesday, as there was the work of bending the sails

and getting all in readiness for the start to be got through. Jack had

not returned home on Monday or Tuesday night, but on Wednesday he went

home to say good-bye, for the vessel was to go out of dock at noon on

Thursday.

Before leaving home he donned for the first time his neat uniform, which

had only come a few days before. Lily was delighted with his appearance,

and his mother felt no little pride as she looked at him, and, sad as

she was at the prospect of his long absence, was thoroughly convinced

that the choice he had made was a wise one. Mrs. Godstone and her

daughter had been down twice to call upon Mrs. Robson since her arrival

at Dulwich, and on the previous Saturday Jack and his mother had gone

there to dine, Captain and Mrs. Murchison being the only other guests.

After a tearful good-bye Jack started from home. On his arrival on board

he found two other lads, one a year older than himself and one as much

younger. Jim Tucker, the elder, had already made two or three voyages in

Mr. Godstone's ships. Arthur Hill was going to sea for the first time.

Jack knew that two other midshipmen were sailing in the _Wild Wave_, and

found them arranging their things in the little cabin, with three bunks,

allotted to them.

"Hallo! You are Robson, I suppose?" Jim Tucker began as he entered. "You

have got a lot of gear here in the cabin, and you must stow it away in a

smaller space than it takes up at present or we shall never fit in."

"I have not begun to stow it away yet," Jack said. "I was waiting to see

how much you had both got, and which berth you were going to choose,

before I began to settle at all."

"Yes, that is all right enough," Tucker answered. "Well, as I am the

senior, I will take this berth under the port."

"I suppose I am next," Jack said. "I will take the top one opposite."

This being settled the lads proceeded to put things straight and stow

away their portmanteaus.

As soon as they had done this they went on deck. The vessel was already

warping out of the dock, and as soon as she was through the gates a

steam-tug seized her and took her down the river. It was eight o'clock,

and the sun was just setting, when the hawser attached to the tug was

thrown off. Some of the sails had already been hoisted, for the wind was

northerly. The rest were now shaken out and sheeted home, and under a

cloud of white canvas--for the _Wild Wave_ had been fitted with an

entirely new suit of sails--the vessel proceeded on her way. The

officers were divided into two watches. The first and third mates and

Arthur Hill were in one watch, the second mate and the other two lads in

the other.

After the constant work on board the smack Jack found it strange as he

came down the river to be walking up and down the deck with nothing to

do. The _Wild Wave_ passed through a fleet of bawleys trawling off Hole

Haven; he knew every one of them by sight, but the _Bessy_ was not among

them.

Meals had been irregular that day with the officers, for there was much

to be seen after in coiling down ropes, washing the decks, and in

getting everything neatly in ship-shape. As they passed the Middle Sunk

the second mate touched Jack on the shoulder.

"That's her," he said; "at least all that remains of her," and he

pointed to some black timbers just appearing above the surface of the

water.

"Yes; that's her," Jack said. "I heard from my uncle that they blew her

up three weeks ago."

"Rather a different scene from what it was that day," the mate, whose

name was Hoare, said. "I thought it was all up with us, and even when we

saw you coming we hardly believed that you could get near enough to take

us off; and now it is as smooth as glass."

"It was a lucky day for me, sir, that was," Jack said. "I had then

nothing to look forward to, beyond sailing a bawley; now I have got the

life I always wanted to follow, and every prospect of getting on."

"That you have, my lad," Hoare agreed. "It was a rare bit of luck for

you that you made us out, no doubt, and a rare bit of luck for us too."

The voyage began well. The wind continued light and in the right quarter

all the first week. Jack and his companions were not idle, and always

went aloft with the watch when there was occasion to make any change

with the sails. This was at first a trial for Arthur Hill; but Jim

Tucker was an old hand at it, and Jack, who had often had to make his

way up the _Bessy's_ mast when she was rolling heavily, was soon quite

at home on the yards of the _Wild Wave_. For two hours every morning the

three boys worked at navigation, Mr. Hoare acting as instructor.

So smooth was the sea and so slight the motion that Jack could hardly

believe that he was sailing down through the Bay of Biscay, of which he

had heard so much; and he was quite surprised when, on the fifth day

after sailing, Mr. Hoare pointed to land on the port bow, and told him

that was Portugal.

"We have had capital luck, so far," the officer said. "If the wind does

but hold till we once get fairly round Cape St. Vincent, it may change

as soon as it likes into any quarter except the east, and we are not

very likely to get that at this time of the year."

"I should not mind a change of wind a bit, sir," Jack said; "it would

bring us something to do."

"Ah, yes; after being accustomed to go about every five minutes or so on

the Thames, I understand you finding this monotonous, Jack. When you

have had a little more of the sea, you won't mind how much you get of

fine weather and favouring winds. As for storms, I don't care if I never

see another. They are very grand to read of in books, and when you have

got a stout ship and plenty of sea room there is no need to be afraid;

but when you are wet through for a week at a spell, and the galley-fires

can't be kept going, there is very little comfort in it."

The wind changed next day to the west, and by evening was blowing hard.

A good deal of the canvas was taken off, and the ship edged further away

from land; but after blowing strongly the wind abated again, and the

next day the _Wild Wave_ passed Cape St. Vincent and headed for the

Straits of Gibraltar. As the wind still held from the west they made a

rapid run, and in ten days after passing St. Vincent dropped anchor in

the harbour of Alexandria.

The next day the captain said to Jim Tucker, "You three lads can go

ashore after dinner to-day. There is nothing particular for you to do on

board, and it is well to get a view of these foreign towns while you

can. When you once get to be mates you will not have much chance to do

so, for then you will have to be looking after the loading and unloading

of the cargo. Come off before gun-fire. There are about as cut-throat a

lot of thieves in Alexandria as in any port on the Mediterranean, and

that is saying a good deal."

"It is quite possible that there will be trouble here before long," Mr.

Hoare remarked at dinner.

"I saw something in the paper about it," Mr. Alston, the third mate,

said; "but I did not trouble to read through the accounts. What is it

all about?"

"There has been a sort of peaceable revolution," Mr. Hoare said. "The

colonels of the regiments in Cairo, headed by a general named Arabi

Pasha, mutinied, and the viceroy had to give way to them."

"What did they mutiny about?" the third mate asked.

"Well, in the first place they wanted privileges for the army, and in

the second place they wanted a lot of Europeans who hold berths to be

dismissed, and the government to be entirely in the hands of natives. It

is a sort of national movement, with the army at the head of it; and the

viceroy, although still nominally the ruler of Egypt, is in fact little

more than a cipher in the hands of Arabi and the colonels. They say the

French are at the bottom of it, and it is likely enough. They have

always been jealous of our influence in Egypt. However, I do not

suppose we shall interfere in the matter, unless they break regularly

out and ill-treat Europeans, and threaten to seize the canal or

something of that sort."

After dinner the three boys landed together in a boat. Half a dozen

natives pressed round them directly they stepped ashore, and offered to

act as guides; but these offers they refused, for, as Jim Tucker said,

"We have only got to walk about, and we are certain to find ourselves

somewhere. It will be time enough talking about taking a guide when it

is time for us to make down to the port again. This is a long street,

let us follow it. It must lead somewhere."

Staring into the funny little shops, and at the varying crowds, composed

of people of all the nationalities of the Mediterranean, mingled with a

swarm of scantily-clad natives, and women wrapped up in dark blue cotton

cloths, the lads made their way along.

"What an awful place for flies!" Arthur Hill said, after brushing two or

three off his cheek. "Just look at that child! Why, there are a dozen

round its eyes, and it doesn't seem to mind them in the least; and there

is another just the same!"

"I expect the coating of dirt is so thick that they do not feel it," Jim

Tucker said. "Poor little beggars, most of them look as if they had not

had a wash for the last month. The women are ugly enough, what you can

see of them, and that is not much. What a rascally set the Europeans

look! The Egyptians are gentlemen by the side of them. I fancy from what

I have heard they are the sweepings of the European ports--Greeks,

Italians, Maltese, and French. When a fellow makes it too hot at home

for the place to hold him, he comes over here--

"Ah! this is more like a town," he broke off as they entered the great

square. "My goodness! how hot the sun does blaze down here. I say, here

is a refreshment place. Sorbette--Ices. It is lucky that they put the

English. Come on, you fellows, an ice would be just the thing now."

As they came out they were accosted by an Egyptian driver. "Take a

carriage, gentlemen? Drive to Sweet-water Canal. See the gardens."

"What do you say, Jack?" Tucker asked. "I suppose we may as well go

there as anywhere else."

"Well, we will go there later, Tucker. One does get shade in the narrow

streets; but there would be no fun in driving with this sun blazing down

on us. By five o'clock, when the sun gets a bit lower, it will be

pleasant enough. I vote we go into the narrow streets, where we shall

get shade, and see the natives in their own quarters."

The others agreed, and turning out of the square they were soon in the

lanes.

"This is not half as amusing as the Indian towns," Tucker said. "Last

voyage I went to Calcutta, and it is jolly in the natives' town there,

seeing the natives squatting in their little shops, tinkering and

tailoring, and all sorts of things. And such a crowd of them in the

streets! This is a poor place in comparison, and most of the shops you

see have European names over them. However, one gets the shade; that is

something."

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