She was a fine-looking barque--as Sam had explained to me beforehand,
when first telling me the news of his having secured a berth for me
aboard her--with a good forecastle and clean run of deck aft to the
poop, saving a small deck-house amidships, on a line with the cook's
caboose, where were the separate cabins devoted to the use of the
boatswain and carpenter.
Captain Billings showed us over her, pointing out the special
arrangements for the comfort of his officers; and then, much to my
surprise, and to that of Sam as well, for that matter, although he had
stipulated for good treatment on my behalf, the skipper said that I
could have an empty bunk to myself, alongside of the boatswain's
quarters.
It was almost too good to be true!
"Why, laddie, you'll be a blessed sight better off than if you were a
middy aboard a man o' war!" said Sam, exultantly; but, whilst he was
engaged showing me how to put my chest and stow my things, so as to be
easily within reach and yet out of the way, in order not to encroach on
the limited space at my command, our attention was drawn away from the
consideration of such personal matters by the loud hail of Captain
Billings ringing through the ship fore and aft--
"All hands, make sail!"
The pilot had come off from shore in the same boat with us; and, as the
only thing the _Esmeralda_ had been awaiting was the water to rise
sufficiently for her to cross the bar, Cardiff being a tidal harbour,
now that it was approaching the flood, it was time to make ready for a
start. We were going to make a move "while the day was yet young," so
to speak, for it was only about five o'clock yet in the afternoon.
On hearing the skipper's cry, Sam and I at once made our way aft up the
ladder on to the poop, where Captain Billings was standing, shouting out
his orders, according to the directions of the pilot standing beside
him--that gentleman, while in charge, being commanding officer, having
the precedence of a captain even on board his own ship!
I was all eagerness to assist, and anxious to enter on my duties; but
the skipper motioned me aside, saying that he'd put me into a watch and
give me regular work to do as soon as we had got fairly to sea, for he
"didn't want any idlers hanging round them to encumber the men." So,
acting on the principle that "a nod was as good as a wink to a blind
horse," I sheered over to the other side of the deck. Here, Sam
Pengelly was standing by the taffrail, and from this coign of vantage we
both watched with much interest the operation of getting the ship under
weigh.
The vessel's topsails, as I have mentioned before, were already cast
loose from the gaskets and her courses hung in the brails, while she was
lying in the stream, heading almost due south and facing the entrance of
the harbour, into which the tide was still running and, consequently,
keeping her cable as taut as a fiddle-string; but now, on the captain's
command causing the hands to man the topsail halliards and run up the
yards to the mast-head, the ponderous folds of canvas expanded with the
wind, which was still to the nor'-east and blowing from aft, and the
ship, in spite of the incoming tide, surged up to her anchor, bringing
it right under her fore foot, thus slackening the strain on the cable.
Another party of the crew, meanwhile, under the superintendence of the
boatswain, had manned the windlass, bringing in the cable slack with a
"slip-slap" and "click-clack" of the pall, as the winch went round, the
moment the skipper's warning cry, "Hands up anchor," was heard from aft.
"Hove short, sir," then sang out the boatswain.
"Up with it, then, men," returned the skipper; and in another minute,
for we were only in some six-fathom water, the anchor-stock showed
itself above the surface and was run up to the cathead.
Now, free from the ground, the bows of the vessel began to rise and fall
as she curtsied politely to the stream, which was just on the turn,
preparing to bid adieu to Cardiff harbour; so, Captain Billings himself
jumped from where he had been standing, by the pilot's side, to the
wheel, making the spokes rapidly fly round until the helm was hard up,
putting the ship before the wind and steering towards the mouth of the
harbour ahead.
"Sheet home!" was the next order; and, with a "yo-heave-ho," the clews
of the topsails were hauled out to the end of the yards, while the
clewgarnet blocks rattled as the main sheet was brought aft; then, the
yards were braced round a bit to the starboard and the vessel headed out
into the Channel, with the wind on her quarter, on the port tack.
"Hoist away the jib!" shouted out Captain Billings, on this much being
achieved; when the _Esmeralda_ began to gather way, the bubbles now
floating past astern as she commenced to move through the water--at
first slowly, and then with more speed, as the sails, already set,
filled and drew.
"Look smart there, men, and run away with those halliards," echoed the
mate, repeating the captain's order anent the jib; and the _Esmeralda_,
being now well under control of her helm, a picked hand came aft to take
Captain Billings' place at the wheel, of which he had retained charge
until now, while another man was put in the main chains with the lead,
heaving it at intervals and chanting out the soundings in a monotonous
sing-song drawl of "By the mark, four," and so on, until we reached six-
fathom water, and then "The deep nine!"
All this time we had been heading over to the Somersetshire shore; but
when we were a couple of miles or so out from Cardiff, the pilot told
the skipper that it was time to come about, as we had got into the
proper fairway of the Channel and our course now should be west instead
of south.
Captain Billings didn't need a second hint as to what he should do.
"Hands 'bout ship!" he roared out the instant the pilot had spoken, the
mate and boatswain repeating as before the order after him in turn, and
the man at the wheel putting down the helm instanter.
"Helm's a lee!" shouted the skipper, the head sheets being let go as he
spoke, and the jib flattened on the vessel going into stays.
"Raise tacks and sheets!" and the fore-tack and main sheets were cast-
off, while the weather main brace was hauled taut.
"Mainsail haul!" was the next order; when, on the heavy yard swinging
round, the _Esmeralda_ came up to the wind slowly, as if casting a long,
lingering farewell look at the Welsh coast, in deep regret at leaving
it.
The head yards were then braced round, the fore-tack boarded, and the
mainsheet hauled aft; after which the spanker was set, and the men sent
aloft to loosen the topgallant sails, the yards of which had been
crossed while we were still at anchor, so as to be ready when wanted.
The ship then filled away again on the port tack, starting off with
renewed speed, in a due west direction now, down the Bristol Channel,
with the wind, which was on her beam, blowing at the rate of about an
eight-knot breeze.
"We've made a good start, Pengelly," said Captain Billings, coming up to
where we were still standing, rubbing his hands cheerfully together and
seemingly much at ease now that we were well under way. "It isn't often
one gets a nor'-east wind at this time of year, hereabouts, and when we
do chance upon it, why, there's no use in wasting it."
"Sartinly not, Cap'en Billings," responded Sam; "them's jest my
sentiments! I suppose as you'll be a'most out of the Channel by
mornin', if the wind holds?"
"Aye, we ought to be off Ilfracombe soon after sunrise, the pilot says.
Will you like to go ashore when we drop him there, eh?"
"That'll do nicely, Cap'en," replied Sam. "I only jest wanted for to
see the last of the b'y, and I s'pected as how you'd land your pilot
thereabout or at Bideford, where I told the man in charge o' my schooner
to call in for me; but it don't matter much where I get ashore."
"All right then," said Captain Billings; "so, now, as the ship's going
on at a spanking rate, with no danger ahead and in charge of the pilot,
suppose you and the lad come down to the cabin along with me and have a
bit of something to eat, for it's getting late? I dare say the
steward'll find us some grub somewhere, though it's rather early in the
voyage for regular meals."
So saying, the skipper dived down the poop ladder, we two after him,
when we found a well-spread table below, the sight of which pleased Sam
as much as the appearance of my bunk--although, mind you, only on
account of his interest in me, as there wasn't a bit of the gourmand
about him.
"See, my laddie," said he, nudging me, and speaking in a whisper. "The
cap'en ain't a going to starve you!"
When we got on deck again, after a hearty meal, the sun had set and the
evening was closing in; but, it was bright and clear overhead and the
twinkling Nash lights, two white and one red, by Saint Donat's Castle,
were well away to windward on the starboard hand.
Although there was no necessity whatever for my keeping up, I was too
much excited to turn in, even for the purpose of seeing how snug my new
quarters were; so, Sam keeping me company, in order to have as much of
me as he could--for the time was now approaching for our parting--he and
I paced the poop all night, talking of all sorts of things, and planning
out a wonderful future when I should be captain of a ship of my own.
Early in the morning watch, the wind lulled down to a gentle breeze, as
it frequently does in summer before sunrise. This checked the ship's
rate of speed through the water considerably, so staying our progress
that, instead of our arriving off Ilfracombe close on to daylight, as
Captain Billings had sanguinely reckoned, it was long past eight bells
and the hour of breakfast, to which we were both again invited into the
cabin, before we neared the headland marking the bay sufficiently for us
to heave to and signal for the pilot's boat to come off and fetch him.
We were not long detained, however.
Hardly had the _Esmeralda's_ main-topsail been backed, ere a smart
little cutter came sailing out towards us, with the familiar "P" and her
number displayed on her spanker; so Sam hastened to bid his last
farewell to me, making ready to accompany the pilot ashore.
"Good-bye, my cockbird," said he, wringing my hand with a grip that made
it wince again, a tremble the while in his voice and something
suspiciously like a tear in his eye. "Keep honest, and do your duty,
and never forget your father, laddie, nor old Sam Pengelly, who'll be
right glad to see you again when you return from this v'yage!"
"Good-bye, and God reward you, Sam, for all your kindness to me," I
returned, almost breaking down, and having to exercise all my self-
command in order not to make an exhibition of myself before my new
shipmates. "I'll be certain to come and see you and Jane the moment I
touch English ground again."
"All right, my hearty, fare thee well," said he, stepping into the boat
of the pilot after that worthy, while the _Esmeralda's_ sails were let
fill again on the vessel resuming her course down the Bristol Channel;
but, as I bent over the taffrail, and waved my hand to Sam for the last
time, I could hear his parting hail in the distance, sounding as loud
almost as if he were alongside.
"Good-bye, my laddie, and good luck to the _Esmeralda_ on her v'yage.
Cap'en Billings, remember the b'y!"
"Aye, aye, my hearty, so I will," shouted out the skipper, cordially.
"Good luck to you, Pengelly!" and then the pilot made in for the land,
and the ship's yards were squared. The royals were soon afterwards sent
aloft, the wind having sprung up again steadily, still from the nor'-
east, as the tide began to make, and we ran now before it, almost
sailing free, so as to pass to the southwards of Lundy Island and
weather Hartland Point, on our way out into the open sea.
Captain Billings, seeing the wind so favourable, instead of hugging the
land, determined to make all the westing he could at this the very
outset of our voyage, in order to avoid the cross currents hanging about
the chops of the Channel, and off the Scilly Isles--which frequently,
when aided by the contrary winds they engender, drive a ship on to the
French coast, and into the Bay of Biscay, thus entailing a lot of
beating up to the northwards again to gain a proper westerly course.
Under these circumstances, therefore, my skipper, who I could see thus
early "had his head," as they say, "screwed on straight," taking his
point of departure from Lundy, and so bidding farewell to the land which
he didn't intend approaching again for the next few weeks if he could
help it, kept a straight course by the compass due west for twenty-four
hours, by the end of which time, and this was about noon on our second
day out, we had cleared the Scilly Islands, passing some twenty leagues
to the northward of the Bishop's Rock. We were now well in with the
Atlantic Ocean, and pursued the same direction, right before the wind,
until we reached the meridian of 12 degrees 15 minutes West, when we
hauled round more to the southwards, shaping a course to take us well to
the westward of Madeira.
Before this, however--that is, on our first day out, shortly after we
had cleared Lundy Island, and when Sam and the pilot and his cutter were
out of sight, and the ship clear of "strangers"--Captain Billings called
a muster of all hands aft, when he divided the crew into two watches,
officered respectively by the first and second mates.
The "complement," as they say in the Royal Navy, of the _Esmeralda_, I
may as well state here, consisted of the skipper, Captain Billings; the
two mates, one occupying the proud position of "chief of the staff," and
the other being merely an executive officer of little superior grade to
one of the foremast hands; a boatswain, carpenter, sail-maker, cook,
steward, and eighteen regular crew--the vessel, on account of her being
barque-rigged, not requiring such a number of men in proportion to her
tonnage as would have been necessary if she had been fitted as a ship,
with yards and squaresails on the mizen-mast.
When apportioning out the hands to their several officers, Captain
Billings assigned me to the starboard watch, under charge of the second
mate, telling the boatswain at the same time to "keep an eye upon me,"
so as to have me thoroughly initiated into the practical part of my
profession.
I had not observed this latter individual previously, he having been
employed forwards while I had been mostly on the poop ever since I had
come on board the ship; now, however, that the skipper thus specially
entrusted me to his care, I looked across the deck, when I noticed that
his face seemed strangely familiar to me, although I could not exactly
say how and where I had seen him before, although I puzzled my head in
vain to guess who he was.
But, my quandary did not last very long; for, on Captain Billings
dismissing the men after the full-dress parade he had held on the
quarter-deck, the boatswain came up to me with a genial grin on his
hairy face.
"Hullo, Master Leigh," said he, "Who'd a' thought of us two meeting
ag'in like this?"