CHAPTER III.

We had received orders to hold ourselves in readiness to embark--as I

then imagined, for foreign parts; and the idea made my heart bound for

joy. In a few days we embarked on board a small sloop, at about four

o'clock in the afternoon, and in an hour after got under weigh. When the

sun had retired to his western chamber, the sky looked gloomy, and

indicated wind; and, in another hour, there arose so terrific a gale,

that we were obliged to put the tarpaulins over the hatches, to protect

us against the large seas which broke over us. The scene was enough to

frighten a person of greater courage than I possessed. There were

soldiers crying--women screaming--children squalling--sailors

swearing--the storm all the while continuing to increase, until at

length it blew a perfect hurricane; the rain came down in torrents, and

the vivid lightning's flash exhibited the fear depicted on every

countenance. At this juncture a poor frightened soldier mustered up

courage enough to ask the captain or master of the sloop, if there was

any danger. At this question every ear was open, and the son of Neptune

gruffly replied, "Danger, shipmate! If the storm continues another hour,

I would not give a rope-yarn for all your lives. When we reach that

point on the larboard-bow, you must throw out your grappling-irons, and

hold in, for she will be then close-hauled and go under water like a

duck, and you will all be in David's locker before you can say, Luff,

boy!" Then, addressing himself to one of his men, "Steady, Tom, steady;

don't let her go off; don't you see the light ahead? run it down.

Steady, boy, steady! luff a little, luff!" At this moment an awful sea

broke over us. My mouth was full, and I was wet to the skin; but,

strange to say, I felt no alarm. Our little vessel dived like the gull

after its prey. As soon as she righted, I said, "Captain, that was a

wetter." He replied, "Ay, boy; you will get plenty of them before we

make the port."--"Very consoling, truly," thought I to myself. I had

just squeezed myself up into a small compass, head and knees together,

close to the helm, when we shipped another tremendous sea, which carried

away our foresail, and made so terrific and dreadful a flapping, that an

officer bellowed out from below, "Is there anything the matter?"--"Yes,"

replied the captain, "the devil to pay, and no pitch hot." These words

were scarcely spoken, when we shipped another awful sea, which washed

three soldiers overboard. At this crisis, a sailor bellowed out, "Light

ahead, sir."--"The devil there is! what does it look like?" roared the

captain.--"Like a light," replied the sailor.--"A Frenchman, I suppose,"

vociferated the captain. These words caught the ear of the military

captain on board, who holloed out from below, "What did you say about a

Frenchman?"--"Why, that if it gets clear, we may have a bit of a fight;

for I see there is a Frenchman ahead," replied the sea captain.--"Then,"

said the soldier, "I had better get my men ready. Sergeant, get the

bugler! Sound to arms! Call the drummer, and tell him to beat to arms!"

But the devil a drummer, drum, bugler, or bugle was forthcoming. All the

men were busily engaged below, and by no means in a condition to come to

the scratch, French or no French. Notwithstanding this, the noble

soldier strutted about on deck by himself, with a cocked hat, and sword

in hand, when a merciless sea washed off his gay hat, and the gallant

captain lost his balance, and fell into the hold, bawling out most

lustily for his three-cornered scraper, which was buffeting the raging

billows. "I say, captain, have the goodness to send down my hat. Is my

hat upon deck? Have you seen my hat?" "Your hat, sir," replied the son

of Neptune, with infinite _sang-froid_, "has got under sail, and I

should not be surprised if it made port before you." Here he changed the

subject, by hailing the man on the forecastle. "Tom, where is the

strange sail?"--"Sheered off to leeward; but she is a Frenchman, by the

cut of her gib," replied the sailor. "Steady," said our naval commander,

and on we went; but by no means steadily, for I never saw a little bark

more unsteady, though she really seemed to dive through the water like a

duck. Morning now began to dawn, which only threw light (as even the

captain confessed) upon the heaviest sea he had ever seen. The black

clouds seemed to fly, and the thunder and lightning to rend the very

atmosphere asunder. Our distant haven was in sight; but the wind was

foul, and it was therefore impossible to avoid making several tacks

before we could get in. Our poor fellows, what from fear, cold, hunger,

want of sleep, and being wet through, were completely worn out. I kept

my station the whole night, more from fear than from any attachment to

it; although I certainly did not feel the great alarm that was so

visibly depicted on the countenances of most of my comrades. From

extreme cold, and being quite wet through, I cut but a sorry figure by

the time we began to near the land. The prospect, from about three or

four miles off, was extremely beautiful. Some little cottages studded

the high and lofty rocks, and, here and there, small bays and little

villages enlivened the scene, and consoled us with the idea that we were

not going to be landed on a barren rock. We soon after saw the extensive

town of Guernsey. Part of it seemed hanging on an eminence, and the view

of the old castle, which is built of stone, and calculated to buffet

with many a wintry storm, was extremely picturesque. In the distance we

could see Fort George; and, in ten minutes after, we ran into the bay,

which, being sheltered and protected by surrounding high lands, was

tranquil indeed, when compared with the main ocean. Boats were in

attendance, and we soon set our wet limbs on _terra firma_. Having

landed, I could not help viewing my person, of which I at all times had

a good opinion. I looked, for all the world, like a squeezed lemon, or

the bag of a Scotch pipe; and I should have been glad to have taken the

edge off my appetite, and the dirt off my clothes, instead of dancing

through the town; but I was, of course, obliged to obey orders, and when

I struck up my tune--for I still led the fifers--I tipped Monsieur "The

Downfall of Paris." I found the march did me a great deal of good; and,

by the time I reached the barracks, I was in prime order for my

breakfast.

We were stationed in Fort George, in exceedingly good quarters, though I

could not bring myself to be reconciled to the ponderous drawbridges in

use there, which foreboded no great stretch of liberty. I was

particularly fond of rural and pensive wanderings, to muse on nature's

beauties; and the sight of an orchard, in particular, was at all times

hailed by me with great delight, for I could feast upon its beauties for

hours together, to the gratification of more faculties than my vision.

The drawbridges seemed to cut off these delightful prospects. It was

true, I could see them from the fort; but then the prospect was too far,

and I lost all relish in the distance; and, being in consequence

compelled to steal out, I was apprehensive that some of my solitary

rambles would get me into disgrace. My doubts and forebodings on this

head were soon verified; for, in less than a week, I saw my name posted

up at the gate--"John Shipp, confined to his barracks for one week." A

week was to me an age. Confinement was to me intolerable; deprived of

the pure air, of the delightful ramble along an orchard's edge, and of

the salubrious smell of the orange groves. Oft have I, from the

rampart-top, sighed at the distant prospect, and, while my longing eye

lingered on the golden produce of the orchard within sight, my heart

panted to be at liberty, to take a nearer view, and taste again of

nature's beauties. The word _confinement_ haunted me from one bastion to

another, and I saw no refuge for the future but a more circumspect line

of conduct, on which I firmly resolved. When three long days of my week

had been numbered with the dead, the drum-major was taken seriously ill,

and on the morning parade the colonel inspected the drummers. I was

always remarkably clean--that was my pride: the colonel eyed me from

head to foot, and at last told the adjutant that I was to act as

drum-major. I was nearly shouting "Liberty" in the colonel's face, but I

checked myself just in time. He at the same time gave me a ticket for a

play, which was to be acted in the town; and, in the evening, several

boys were committed to my care, to accompany me to the theatre. Thus,

for a brief interval, I was restored to favour; but, whenever fickle

fortune deigned to smile upon me, some untoward circumstance was sure to

happen, and nip the fair promise in its bud. I had scarcely got the

stick of office into my hands, before I cut so many capers with it, that

I soon capered myself back to the dignity and full rank of fifer, was

deprived of my staff of office, and, of what I considered even much

worse, my liberty. My name was again exhibited to public gaze at the

drawbridge-gate, for seven long days, during which I was obliged to kick

my heels along the ramparts, contenting myself with contemplating the

distant prospect. One day I effaced my name from the list of the

confined, unobserved by the sentinel; but in this I was detected by the

sergeant, for which I had the felicity of attending drill three times

a-day with my musket reversed and my coat turned inside out;[5] and, in

this manner, for several hours each day I was obliged to comply with the

mandates of a little bandy-legged drill-sergeant, who did not fail to

enforce his authority and dignity in a manner by no means agreeable to

my feelings, especially to those of my back. This I could bear well

enough: indeed, I was obliged to bear it; but my turned coat seemed to

hang upon me like some badge of ignominy, and I imagined that every eye

was upon me. Had I been a depraved and callous-hearted youth, this

method of disgracing me would have only served to harden me in vice; and

I cannot deny, that at this treatment I felt the seeds of disobedience

rankling in my heart, and had almost resolved within my mind, that the

next time I was doomed to wear this garb of infamy, it should be for a

crime worthy of such disgrace. I found my disposition soured, and the

spark of revenge kindling in my bosom; and I am persuaded that this

method of disgracing youth, instead of eradicating vice, serves only to

nurture those rancorous feelings which irritation, arising from a sense

of degradation, is sure to excite, and which, in the young mind, might,

by a more judicious and conciliatory treatment, be either totally

repressed in their birth, or at least easily extinguished.

Our regiment being now ordered to prepare for embarkation for

Portsmouth, my garb of disgrace was thrown off, and I embarked as

sprightly as any, having been disgraced in this way for a misdemeanour

that would scarcely have disgraced a schoolboy. We reached our old

barracks at Portsmouth, without any other occurrence save a little

casting-up of accounts, and a few distorted faces from sea-sickness.

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FOOTNOTES:

[5] Wearing the coat turned inside out (whence "turncoat"), an old

military punishment now long since forgotten. It survived as a

punishment for drunkenness among Chelsea and Greenwich in-pensioners for

years after it had been discontinued in the service.--ED.

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