It was reported that we were to touch at one or two places on the coast
of Africa, and then to stand across to the Brazils. The first land we
made was that near Sierra Leone. I always thought that negroes lived in
thatched huts, and wore bits of white cloth round their loins. We
brought up before Free Town, the capital of the colony, when what was my
surprise to see really a very handsome place, containing between fifteen
and twenty thousand inhabitants, the greater number black or brown men,
and as well-dressed and comfortable-looking as any white people could
be. What is more, they have schools and colleges where they are
capitally taught, and all the little black children go to school; so
that the truth is, that they are far better educated than are the
children of the working classes in many parts of England, and are all
just as good Christians as we are. Sommers told me all this, and a
great deal more. I haven't spoken about him before. He's a mate--such
a good-natured, kind fellow, and is very merry, though he can be very
serious; and do you know, when he's in the berth, none of the others,
big or little, swear and talk about things they oughtn't to. I like
Sommers, and so even does Snookes and My Lord; and he never lets anybody
bully Polly when he's near. I think that I should have been bullied a
good deal, but I took everything that was said or done in good part, or
pretended to be unconscious of it, and lost no opportunity of
retorting--good-naturedly of course--it would not have done otherwise.
And now, the rest only play the same tricks with me that they do with
each other. No one makes any difference with me because I am the
captain's nephew, any more than Uncle Tom does himself. Uncle Tom is
very kind, but he makes no difference that I can see between the rest of
the midshipmen and me. He does the best that he can for all of us, that
is the truth: he punishes all alike if we do wrong, and has us all into
the cabin and gives us good advice, and talks to us frequently. Still
we do, somehow or other, manage to get into scrapes. I have been
mastheaded twice, and Dickey Snookes five times, since we came to sea;
once for dressing up the sheep in some of the men's clothes just before
the crew were mustered, and then letting them out on the deck; and
another time for cutting poor Polly's hammock down by the head, and very
nearly cracking his skull--luckily it's rather thick. After leaving
Free Town we touched at Monrovia, the capital of Liberia. Have you ever
read about that settlement? It was established by the people of the
United States, and colonised by men of colour, or blacks, who had been
once slaves and had obtained their freedom. It is a republic, and the
chief magistrate as well as all the officers are brown or black men. It
is not nearly so large nor so flourishing a place as Sierra Leone. In
the latter, you see, there are a great many intelligent white men who
set the blacks an example of industry and perseverance, in which
qualities they are somewhat wanting generally. Still it is wonderful to
see what black men can do when left free with a good example before
them. Monrovia is really a very respectable-looking city. There are a
number of stone warehouses full of goods near the water, and a good many
dwelling-houses of brick, nicely furnished, and of two storeys high, but
the greater number of the habitations are of wood, on brick foundations.
There are several churches, four or five at least, with black or
coloured preachers. The greater part of the principal inhabitants are
engaged in trade, exchanging palm oil, ivory, cam-wood, which is a
valuable dye, for European or American manufactures. They have also a
number of vessels manned by Liberian sailors, which sail along the coast
to collect the produce of the country. Uncle Tom took me on shore, but
we remained only a very short time, so that I cannot give you a more
particular account of the place. Leaving the coast of Africa, we stood
across the Atlantic towards that of America. We had left the land some
four or five days when the wind fell, and we lay becalmed, one side and
then the other dipping provokingly into the smooth, glassy, and shining
water, and very nearly rolling our masts out. It was so hot, too, that
the pitch bubbled up through the seams in the deck, and Dickey Snookes
declared we could have roasted our dinners on the capstern-head. I
believe, indeed, that we could. I was very glad when the sun went down,
and the night came, but it was not so very much cooler even then, and
most of the watch below remained on deck to swallow some fresh air, but
very little any one of us benefited by it. The next day, at all events,
I thought that we should get a breeze, but it was much the same. Hot!
oh, how hot it was! We all went gasping about the decks, not knowing
what to do with ourselves, and the sea shone so brightly that it was
positively painful to look at it. I daresay that it would have been
much worse on shore, for, at all events, the air we breathed was pure
and clear, though it was pretty well roasted. It was curious to see the
same chips of wood and empty hampers, and all the odds and ends thrown
overboard, floating around us day after day. We had been a week thus
becalmed when I was sent aloft, as the midshipmen occasionally are, to
see what was to be seen. I did not expect to see anything, but I did,
and that was a long, thin, dark blue line away to the north-east. I
reported it to the officer of the watch. He said it was all right, and
that we should have a breeze before long, and ordered the watch to trim
sails. The blue line increased in width till it could be seen from the
deck, and on it came, growing broader and broader every instant. Sure
enough it was a breeze stirring up the surface of the ocean. In a
little time the upper sails felt its influence, and then the topsails
began to bulge out, and the courses moved, and away we glided through
the still smooth water faster than we had done for many a day. For some
hours we ran on till a sail was reported right ahead still becalmed. As
we drew near we discovered her to be a large topsail schooner, with a
very rakish appearance. She was still becalmed, but as we brought the
breeze up with us her sails bulged out, and she began to glide through
the water. There were many discussions as to what she was; some thought
her an honest trader, others a slaver; some said she was American, and
others Spanish or Portuguese. "One thing is in her favour," observed
old Gregson, "she does not attempt to run away." "Good reason, Greggy,"
said Dickey Snookes aside to me, "she can't--just see what she will do
when she gets the wind!" Though I had never seen a slaver, the stranger
came exactly up to my idea of what a slaver was like. We always at sea
call a vessel, whose name and country we don't know, a stranger. Still
she did not run away even when she got the breeze, but hove her topsail
to the mast, and kept bobbing gracefully away at us as we came up, while
the stars and stripes of the United States flew out at her peak. All
doubts as to the honesty of her character were dissipated when an
officer standing at her gangway hailed and asked what frigate we were.
The reply was given, and he was asked what schooner that was. "`The
Wide Awake,' from New Orleans, bound in for Sierra Leone. Shall be
happy to take any letters or packages you have to send for that
settlement, captain," exclaimed the speaker through his trumpet. This
was all very polite. Still more so was it when the American skipper
offered to send his boat aboard us to receive our despatches. As it
happened, the captain had been wishing to send a letter back to Sierra
Leone, and several of the officers wished to write, and as the delay
would not be great, we told the polite American that we would trouble
him. He seemed well pleased, and said that he would get his boat ready,
and drop aboard us. I remained on deck watching the schooner, for there
is something very attractive to my eye in the movements of another
vessel at sea. A boat was after some time lowered from the schooner and
pulled towards us, when she filled her fore-topsail, stood a little way
on, tacked, and then steered so as to get to windward of us. I saw our
first lieutenant watching her very narrowly when she did this, and then
looking at her boat. Presently he went into the captain's cabin. He
was not there long. When he came out he ordered a boat to be manned,
with the crew all armed, and directed the crews of three or four guns on
either side to go quietly to their quarters. I saw, meantime, that the
American's boat, instead of pulling up alongside, was passing astern of
us, so as to meet the schooner, now rapidly approaching our weather
quarter. She was still within hearing when the first lieutenant
shouted, "Our despatches are ready--come on board!" But the people in
the boat pretended not to hear, and pulled on towards the schooner. On
this Sommers was ordered to take command of the boat, and to proceed on
board the stranger. To my great delight I got leave from Uncle Tom to
accompany him. It was very kind--it was the first piece of favouritism
he had shown me. Dickey Snookes was quite jealous when he saw me jump
into the boat. "Ah, Pringle, you'll get knocked on the head, my boy,
depend on that!" was his encouraging observation. Away we pulled
towards the schooner. Her boat had reached her, and was hoisted up. We
had before not observed more than a dozen or fifteen men at the utmost.
There were now more than double that number on her deck, or about her
rigging. Every stitch of canvas she could carry was set; her yards were
braced sharp up, and away she went like a shot on a bowline. "Give way,
my lads, give way!" cried Sommers, and the men did give way, pulling
with all their might; but the schooner went through the water much
faster than we did, and in spite of all our efforts soon left us far
behind. "That was the meaning of all his politeness about the letters--
he expected to hoodwink us, did he? the rogue!" exclaimed Sommers. "But
though we do not catch him, the frigate will; there is no fear of that!"
We pulled on after the schooner some time longer, but Sommers at length
saw that the chase was perfectly hopeless. "The worst of it is, that
the frigate will have to heave to to pick us up," he observed. He then
asked me if I should mind letting the frigate stand on after the chase,
and stand the chance of being picked up when she had caught her. I
cannot say that I particularly liked the notion of being left all alone
in a boat in the middle of the Atlantic. Still I did not like to say
so. However, the captain settled the point by heaving the frigate to as
she came up to us, and ordering us to return on board. This we did with
as little delay, as possible, when once more the frigate stood on after
the schooner. Still the latter had gained a considerable advantage, but
she was not beyond the range of our guns, and we now began to fire away
at her to make her heave to again. Of course she had no intention of
doing this if she could help it. Our shot went flying pretty thickly
after her, but still, though several struck her and cut her ropes, and
made eyelet holes in her sails, her damages were repaired as quickly as
they were produced, and there seemed a considerable chance of her
getting away from us altogether.