As I said, I went to sleep hanging on to a piece of wreck in the middle
of the Mediterranean. It was not an agreeable position to be in,
certainly, but it might have been worse. I might have been in the
middle of the Atlantic, or the Bay of Biscay, or near a country
inhabited by cannibals, or with nothing to float on, as was the case
till I got hold of the shattered mast. I did not feel it a very serious
matter, I suppose, for I slept soundly. I knew that the sea at that
time was swarming with vessels--men-of-war, transports, store-ships, and
merchantmen, sailing in every direction, and I hoped one or the other
would pick me up.
At last the sun shining in my eyes awoke me, and looking around, I saw,
about two miles or so to the eastward, a brig with her foretopmast gone
and maintopsail-yard carried away. The damage had been done, I had no
doubt, by the squall which had sent me out of my warm hammock into the
cold water. The squall had passed over, and the sea was almost as
smooth as glass. I had a handkerchief round my waist. I took it off,
and, standing as high as I could on the wreck, I waved it above my head.
I waited anxiously to see if my signal had produced any effect; but the
brig's crew were all so busily engaged in repairing the damage she had
received, that they did not see me. So I sat down again, hoping that
by-and-by they might knock off work, and find a moment to look about
them. One comfort was, that while the calm lasted the brig was not
likely to go far away from me.
The time seemed very long, and I was beginning to get hungry too as the
hour of breakfast drew on. So I got up again and waved my handkerchief,
and could not help shouting, though I well knew that no one at such a
distance could hear me. I waved till my arm ached, and still I was
unobserved; so I sat down a second time, and began to consider what
means existed of attracting the attention of the people aboard the brig.
I thought of swimming to her; but I reflected that it would be better
to let well alone, and that, as there was a long distance to traverse
before I could reach her, I might lose my strength, and sink without
being observed. The sun, however, rose higher and higher in the sky,
and I grew still more hungry; so for a third time I stood up and waved,
and shouted, and played all sorts of curious antics, in my eagerness to
attract notice. At length there was a stir aboard, and I thought I saw
some one waving in return. I was right. A quarter-boat was lowered,
and a fast galley pulled towards me. I was not a little pleased when I
saw them coming. They were soon up to me, and though I had not been
long floating on the broken mast, I can only say that I left it with
very considerable satisfaction. The brig, I found, belonged, as I had
suspected, to the _Juno's_ convoy. As we approached her, I looked with
a scrutinising eye at her hull. I thought I knew her build.
"What brig's that?" I asked, with no little interest.
"Why, the old _Rainbow_, lad," answered one of the boat's crew. "A good
craft she is still, though she's seen plenty of work in her day."
So I was indebted for my preservation to my old ship--my sea-cradle, I
might call her. I hauled myself up her side, and there on her
quarter-deck stood Captain Gale, working away as usual with his people,
encouraging them by word and action. He seemed very glad to see me, as
I am sure I was to see him.
"I see, sir," said I, after having had a little talk with him, "you have
plenty of work to do aboard, so, if I may just have some food to put
life into me, I'll turn to and lend a hand."
"Ready as ever for work, Jack, I see!" said he, smiling. "I am glad the
men-of-war haven't knocked that out of you."
Fortunately the fine weather continued, and by nightfall we were able to
rig a jury-mast and make sail on the brig. By the time we reached
Gibraltar the _Juno_ had sailed, and, as may be supposed, I being a
pressed-man, did not feel myself bound to follow her. I was very well
satisfied with the treatment I had received in the navy, and do not
think that I should have quitted it for any other vessel but my own
brig; but as Captain Gale was willing to take me, I could not resist the
temptation of remaining with him. After nearly foundering in a heavy
gale, being more than once chased by an enemy's cruiser, and narrowly
escaping being run down by one of our own line-of-battle-ships, we
reached Bristol, to which we were then bound, in safety.
I had not forgotten my promise to poor James Martin, my shipmate in the
_Syren_, who was killed in our action with the French frigate; and
knowing that his family lived at a village within forty or fifty miles
of Bristol, I set off to visit them. Except a small amount of pay due
to me for the voyage home, I had little enough money in my pocket, so I
was obliged to go on foot. I had never seen anything of the interior of
England before, and knew nothing of its varied beauties, especially of
its rural districts--the rich meadows, the waving corn-fields, the thick
woods, and, more than all, the shady lanes and green hedges, full of
roses and honeysuckles, with numberless beautiful flowers growing on the
mossy bank beneath them. But still deeper impression did the
sequestered village make on me, with its open green and neat cottages,
surrounded by pretty gardens; and its clear pond, with gravelly bed; and
its neighbouring coppice; and its quiet church, with graceful spire; and
the neat and unpretending parsonage; and the old minister, with thin
cheeks and long white hair, and grave, yet kind loving countenance, to
whom all smiled and courtesied or doffed their hats as he passed; and
the long low school-house, with rosy, noisy children rushing out of it,
and scattering here and there instantly to begin their play; and the
buxom mothers and old dames coming out from their doors to watch them,
or to chat with each other in the intervals of work; and the sheep on
the sunny downs above; and the sparkling stream which came murmuring by,
half overgrown with bushes, so that its pleasant sound alone showed its
locality; and its deep pool, where the trout loved to lie; and the
cattle in the green meadow, seeking for shade under the tall elms, or
with lazy strokes of their tails whisking off the flies; and the boys
whistling in the fields; and the men, with long white smocks and gay
handkerchiefs worked in front, tending the plough or harrow, or driving
the lightly-laden waggon or cart with sturdy well-fed horses. And then
the air of tranquillity and repose which pervaded the spot, the
contentment visible everywhere, made an impression on me which time has
never been able to obliterate, and which, in far, far-off regions, has
come back on me with greater force than ever, and prevented me from
remaining, as many of my companions did, among their half-savage
inhabitants, to enjoy the supposed delights of idleness, and has renewed
in me the desire to end my days in my fatherland.
In such a scene as I have described I found the family of my poor
shipmate. I easily made myself known. They had no doubt of the truth
of my story, and gave me a kind though tearful welcome. The old mother
seized my arm and pushed me into a seat, which she mechanically wiped
with her blue apron; the tall sunburned father, with grizzled locks, and
dressed in long smock and yellow gaiters, grasped my hand.
"And you were with our James when he was struck down in battle, and he
thought of us all here! Bless him!"
The old man could say no more. I told him how he not only thought of
them, but prayed for them, and spoke of the great comfort which the
prayers his mother had taught him had been to him, especially in his
last mortal agony.
The old woman alone wept, but not vehemently. They had long before this
heard of his death. My message rather brought comfort than sorrow.
After a time George came in--a sturdy young man, with well-knit limbs,
and round, good-humoured countenance, with the universal smock, and
shoes few legs but such as his could lift. When I spoke of James, his
countenance grew sad, and, rising from his three-legged stool, he left
the cottage, and did not return for nearly half an hour.
One daughter came in from milking the cows at a neighbouring farm. She
reminded me of James. How neat and clean she looked, even coming from
work! and how modest and retiring in her manner! She might have been
pretty--I don't remember: she was far better than pretty, I judged from
all she said. Her sisters were away at service, I found. She asked
many questions about James; and though her voice was more than ever
subdued when she mentioned his name, my replies seemed to give her
satisfaction. But I had the sense gradually to leave off talking of my
dead shipmate, and began to tell them of the adventures I had gone
through, and of the strange scenes I had witnessed.
There was an old black oak desk, or sloping board, near the small
latticed window in the thick wall. On the desk was a large well-worn
Bible open, with a green spectacle-case to keep down the page. After
supper the old man approached it, as was evidently his custom; and,
while all sat round in reverential silence, he began to read slowly and
distinctly, though not without difficulty, from the Word of God. One
thing struck me--that he read not for form's sake, but that he and his
hearers might reap instruction for faith and practice from what he read.
He was evidently aware of the truth, that those sacred pages before him
were written for our instruction, to be a guide unto our feet, and a
light unto our path. Then he prayed--his words came from his heart--for
all present, and for guidance and protection for those absent. He did
not forget our king and country, and pleaded that God would prosper
England's arms by sea and land in a righteous struggle. Surely those
prayers, rising from many a humble hearth, were not unheeded by the King
of kings. Then, I say to those who themselves believe, teach, oh, teach
the poor to pray! for their own sakes, for your sake, for England's
sake. Such prayers alone can maintain her as she is--great, glorious,
and free.
The Martins would not let me go to the village inn, as I proposed, but
insisted on my taking a shake-down in the common room with George. The
rest slept in a room above. The moonlight came through the lattice
window. I saw George sitting up in his bed.
"Are you asleep, Williams!" he asked, gently.
"No," I replied.
"Then tell me now about poor James," he answered.
I was not slack in obeying his wishes, and for many an hour I went on
telling him all the anecdotes I could think of connected with James
Martin, from the moment I first knew him till I saw him committed to his
watery grave.
"Thank you, master," he said quietly when I ceased; and as I lay down I
heard many a sob bursting from his sturdy bosom. "That lad may be a
Chaw-bacon," I thought to myself; "but he has got a heart for all the
world just like a sailor's."
By daybreak next morning the family were astir, and went cheerfully
about their daily labours. George had some two or three miles to go to
the farm on which he found employment; the old man and Susan had work
near at hand.
I spent a whole day in that quiet village, wandering about among the
fields and lanes, and over the downs, till the family assembled again in
the evening when their work was done. The next morning I took my
departure. I had learned from a shipmate what would certainly be
acceptable in a country district, and had brought with me a package of
tea and sugar, which I left as a parting gift for poor James's mother.
I remember that I put it down somewhat abruptly on the table after I had
shaken hands, exclaiming, "That's for you, mother!" and with my small
bundle at the end of my stick, I rushed out of the cottage, and took the
way back to Bristol.
That was the only glimpse of English country-life I ever got, till--an
old, broken-down man--my career at sea was ended. I was on shore often
enough, but what scenes did I witness among docks, and narrow streets,
and in the precincts of great commercial towns? What can the sailor who
never strays beyond these know of all the civilising influences of a
well-ordered country home? As I say, I never forgot that quiet scene,
short as was the glimpse I obtained; and it had an influence on me for
all my after-life, which, at the time, I could not have suspected. Even
at first when I got back to Bristol, and breathed the moral atmosphere
with which I was surrounded, I longed to be once more away on the free
ocean.
The old brig was soon ready again for sea; but as he was about to sail,
Captain Gale was taken so ill that he could not proceed, and another
master was sent in his stead. I ought to have mentioned that Captain
Helfrich had sold her to some Bristol merchants, and had got a large
ship instead, which traded round Cape Horn. Captain Grindall was a very
plausible man on shore, so he easily deceived the owners; but directly
he got into blue water he took to his spirit bottle, and then cursed and
swore, and brutally tyrannised over everybody under his orders. I had
seen a good deal of cruelty, and injustice, and suffering in the navy,
and had heard of more, but nothing could surpass what that man made his
crew feel while he was out of sight of land. The first mate, Mr
Crosby, who, with Captain Gale, had appeared a quiet sort of man, though
rather sulky and ill-tempered at times, imitated the master's example.
We were bound for Barbadoes, in the West Indies. We had not got
half-way there, when one of the crew fell sick. Poor fellow! he had not
strength to work, but the master and Mr Crosby said that he had, and
that they would make him; so they came down into the forepeak and hauled
him out of his berth, and drove him with a rope's end on deck. He tried
to work, but fell down; so they lashed him to the main-rigging in the
hot sun, and there left him, daring any of us to release him, or to take
him even a drop of water. I wonder that treatment did not kill him.
Two days after that, when there was some sea on, and the brig was
pitching heavily, he fell down again, and Mr Crosby caught sight of
him, and kicked him in the rib; and when the second mate, who was a
quiet young man, and generally frightened at the other two, tried to
interfere, he threatened to knock him down with a handspike. Then,
because poor Taylor called them by some name they deserved, they dragged
him aft by his hair, and then triced him up to the main-rigging by the
heels. I was in the watch below; of the rest of the crew, one was at
the helm, another forward, and the others aloft; so that there was no
one to interfere. At last, the man forward looked down the fore-scuttle
and told us what had happened. We sprung on deck. Taylor was getting
black in the face. It was more than we could stand, and in a body we
rushed aft, and before the mate could interfere, for the captain was
below, we cut him down, and carried him forward. The mate sung out,
"Mutiny!" and the captain came on deck with his pistols. But we told
him he might shoot one and all of us, but we would not see a messmate
murdered before our eyes. Our determined manner somewhat awed the
captain, and swearing that he would be even with us before long, he let
us have our way. Poor Taylor did not die at once, as we expected he
would; but that night he was in a high fever, and raved and shrieked
till he made us all tremble with terror.
At noon next day the captain observed that Taylor was not on deck. He
asked why he did not come. No one answered. "Then I'll soon learn the
cause," he exclaimed, leaping down forward. In another moment he sprung
up again, followed by Taylor. The hair of the latter was all standing
on end; his eyeballs were starting from their sockets; he had only his
shirt on, with the sleeves rolled up, showing his thin bony arms and
legs. He was shrieking terrifically. The captain attempted to kick him
back as he appeared above the hatchway; but he evaded the blow, and
stood on deck confronting his persecutor. The strength of madness was
upon him. He made a spring at the captain, and would have hurled him, I
verily believe, overboard; but at that moment the first mate rushing
forward, struck the poor fellow a blow on the back of the head with a
handspike. He gave one glance at his murderer as he fell, and in a few
minutes his limbs stiffened, and he was dead. The captain and mate went
aft as he fell, leaving him on the deck, and talked together.
After some time the mate sung out, "Rouse that fellow up, some of you
there! Ill or not ill, he must do his duty." None of us spoke or
stirred, and at last he came forward and kicked the corpse, as if to
make the man get up. We guessed all the time that he knew perfectly
well that Taylor was dead. There he lay where he fell, till the second
mate, who had been below, came on deck, and, going up to the body,
discovered the truth. He, of course, reported the man's death to the
captain.
"Heave the carcass overboard, Mr Sims," was the answer. "Let's hear no
more about the rascal."
Sailors have a dislike to have a dead body in the ship; so, before night
set in, we lashed it up in a piece of canvas, and with a shot at the
feet, committed it to the sea. Strange as it may appear, when the mate
found that we had taken the canvas for this purpose, he made it an
excuse for further abuse and ill-treatment. Not a day passed but one or
other of us got a kick or a blow from him or the captain. They made one
young lad very nearly leap overboard, where he would have been drowned.
I hauled him back, and calming him down, showed him the enormity of the
sin he was going to commit, and urged him to bear his trials, as they
must shortly be over.
At last we reached Carlisle Bay, where we brought up off Bridge Town,
the capital of the fertile island Barbadoes. The town lies round the
bay, and contains some handsome houses and broad streets. This island
is more level than most of the West India isles, with the exception of
the north-eastern quarter, called Scotland, when there is an elevation
of a thousand feet above the sea. It is rather less in size than the
Isle of Wight. What a wretched voyage had we had! How miserable and
crushed in spirit did I feel! The scene struck me, therefore, as
peculiarly beautiful, as, gliding up the bay, we saw spread out before
us the blue waters, fringed by the tall, graceful palms; the shining
white houses, circling round the shore; the trim, gallant men-of-war;
the merchantmen with their many-coloured flags; the numerous boats
pulling here and there, manned by shouting, grinning, laughing
negroes;--and then the planters' houses, and woods, and fields of
sugar-cane, and farms in the distance, made me feel that such scenes as
we had gone through could no longer be enacted with impunity.
The moment we dropped our anchor, the captain went on shore; and I found
that, to be beforehand with any of us who might inform against him, he
had given his own version of Taylor's death; which, of course, his mate
was ready to corroborate. When he returned on board, he gave a
triumphant glance forward, as much as to say, I have you still in my
power. So he had, as we found when once more we were at sea. I was
glad that the young lad Thompson, whom he had so ill-treated, deserted
the day before we sailed, and, I believe, entered aboard a man-of-war,
where he was safe.
While in harbour we had been quiet enough, but we had not been two days
at sea before the captain and mate commenced their old system of
tyranny. Everybody was ill-treated, and this time I was the chief
victim. Kicked and struck on the slightest pretext, and compelled to
perform the most disgusting offices, I soon felt myself a degraded being
both in body and mind; and when I thought of what I had been on board
the _Juno_, and what I now was, I shrunk from making the comparison.
But I was to obtain relief in a way I little expected.
I was in the second mate's watch. Early one morning, about four bells
in the middle watch--that is to say, about two o'clock--I had just been
relieved from my trick at the helm. The weather was thick and squally,
and the night very dark. The look-out was careless, or had bad
eyesight; and the mate, knowing this, was constantly going forward
himself. I was leisurely going along the deck, when I heard him sing
out,--"A sail on the starboard-bow! Luff!--luff all you can!" I sprang
forward. The ship was nearer to us than he supposed. Right stem on she
came, towering like a huge mountain above us. In an instant the brig's
bows were cut down to the water's edge. I sung out to those on deck to
follow me, and clung on to whatever I could first get hold of. It
proved to be the ship's bobstay. I climbed up it on to the bowsprit,
and, as I looked down, I saw her going right over the vessel I had just
left--her decks sinking from sight beneath the dark waters. The tall
masts, and spars, and sails followed: down, down they went, drawn by an
irresistible force! It seemed like some dreadful dream. Before I could
secure myself on the bowsprit, they had disappeared in the unfathomable
abyss. Not a cry or a groan reached my ears from my drowning
shipmates--unwarned, unprepared they died. Such has been many a hapless
seaman's fate. One only escaped. He had hold of the dolphin-striker.
I could just distinguish his form through the darkness as he followed
me. I slid down to help him, and with difficulty hauled him up on the
bowsprit. He seemed horror-struck at what had occurred; and so, indeed,
we might both well be, and thankful that we had been preserved. Such
was the end of the old _Rainbow_.
I now first sung out, and gave notice of our escape to those on board
the ship. Several of the crew had rushed forward, and now helped poor
Mr Sims and me off the bowsprit. We heard, meantime, the officers of
the ship ordering the boats to be lowered; and she being hove up into
the wind, one from each quarter was soon manned and in the water. While
the two mates of the ship, anxious to save the lives of their
fellow-creatures, pulled about in every direction near where the brig
was supposed to have gone down, I was looking over the bows, hoping that
some of my poor shipmates might yet survive; but no answering cry was
made to the repeated shouts of the boats' crews. At last the boats
returned on board, and I found that the mate and I were the only
survivors of the _Rainbow_. Had she not been an old vessel, I do not
think that she would so easily have foundered from the blow she
received.
I found that the ship I was on board of was the _Rebecca_, a large West
Indiaman, trading between London and Barbadoes, to which place she was
then bound, so that I should have to return there instead of going home.
The captain sent for the mate and me into the cuddy-cabin, to inquire
about the vessel to which we had belonged. He was a quiet,
kind-mannered man, and seemed very much cut up at the loss of the brig,
though he said that he could not blame his people for what had occurred.
When we had given him all the information he required, he directed that
we should have berths and food supplied us. I turned in gladly, though
it was some time before I went to sleep, and even then I could not get
rid of the recollection of the sinking brig, which had borne me in
safety for so many a long year over the wide ocean.
The next morning I was told that the mate was very ill. The doctor of
the ship had been attending him, but said that his case was hopeless. I
sat by him all day. Sometimes he would be perfectly quiet and do
nothing but moan; and then he would start up, and shriek out,--"Luff!--
luff!--or she'll be into us!" and then sink down again, overcome with
horror at the recollection of the event. Towards night he grew worse,
and, after several fearful shrieks, he sunk back and expired.
Thus twice in less than two years was I mercifully preserved from
destruction. There were a number of passengers on board, who were very
kind to me, and took pleasure in asking me questions about my life at
sea, and in listening to the accounts of my adventures. Among them was
a young gentleman, who, when he heard the name of the _Rainbow_ brig,
and that she sailed out of Dublin, made many inquiries about her. He
told me that he knew Dublin well, and had often heard of the former
owners of the _Rainbow_. He was, I found, going out to Bridge Town, to
take the management of a large mercantile house there.
"You must come and see me when we get there," said he one day. "I am
not certain, but I think we have met before."
"Where could that have been? I don't remember you, sir," I said.
"Hadn't you a very tall seaman aboard the brig when you first went to
sea in her?" he asked abruptly.
"Yes, of course, sir!" I exclaimed. "Peter Poplar, my best of friends;
I owe everything to him."
"So do I, then, I suspect," said he warmly. "Do you remember a little
lad sitting crying on the quays at Dublin, to whom he gave a bundle of
old clothes? Yours, I believe, they were."
"Yes," said I; "I remember, too, how grateful he seemed for them, and
how Peter walked away with me that he might not listen to his thanks."
"He had reason to be thankful," said the gentleman. "That suit of
clothes enabled him to obtain a situation, where, by honesty and
perseverance, and an earnest wish to promote his kind master's
interests, he rose by degrees to hold the most responsible situation in
his establishment. Do you remember the boy's name?"
"No, sir," I replied. "I am not quite certain."
"Was it Terence, do you think?" he asked.
"Yes, sir!" I exclaimed. "Terence it was--Terence McSwiney--that was
his name. I remember it now, for he repeated it several times."
"That is my name," said the gentleman; "and I, Jack, am the very little
lad to whom your kind friend gave your old clothes. I would much like
to meet him again, to thank him, as I do you, for your share of the
favour conferred on me. Of one thing you may be certain--I have not
been idle. When not engaged in my master's business, I was employed in
study and in improving my own mind. I never lost an opportunity of
gaining knowledge, and never willingly wasted a moment."
Mr McSwiney told me a good deal more about himself, and I felt how very
different a life I had led, and how little I had ever done to improve my
mind or to gain knowledge. I even then thought that it was too late to
begin, and so I went on in my idleness.
The day before we reached Carlisle Bay the captain sent for me, and told
me that the passengers had been interested in my history, and that, as I
had lost all my kit in the brig, they had made a collection to enable me
to purchase a new one. This he presented to me in the shape of thirty
dollars. I expressed myself, as I felt, very grateful for the kindness
I had received.
Although Mr McSwiney had once been in the same rank of life to which I
belonged, and in one respect even worse off, because I had a suit of
clothes on my back when he had none, I did not, in consequence, address
him as an equal. He seemed to appreciate my feeling, and I believe that
I thereby secured his esteem. He would have taken me to the lodging he
had engaged at Bridge Town, but I said, "No, sir, thank you; I will
remain on board the ship till I get a berth in some other craft. I have
no fancy for living ashore." I went up to see him several times, and we
parted, I believe, with mutual feelings of regard. He had more than
repaid me for the benefit I had been formerly the means of doing him,
and he as well as I soon found that our habits of thought were so
different that we could not associate on really equal terms, however
much we might wish the attempt to succeed.
Finding a brig, the _Jane and Mary_, short of hands, sailing for the
port of Hull, I shipped on board her. I was not much better off in her
though, than I had been in the _Rainbow_ with Captain Grindall. The
captain and mates did not proceed to such extremities as he and Mr
Crosby did, but they were rough, ignorant, ill-tempered men, and treated
the crew as brutes, looking upon them as mere machines, out of whom they
were to get as much work as their strength would allow. When we reached
Hull I was glad to leave the _Jane and Mary_; and without even going on
shore for a day's spree--as most of the other hands did, and accordingly
fell in with press-gangs--I transferred myself to a barque trading to
Archangel, on the north coast of Russia.
By the time I got back, I had had enough of a northern voyage, so for
the first time went on shore at Hull. Sailors' lodging-houses are
generally dirty, foul traps, kept by wretches whose great aim is to
fleece the guests of everything they may possess at least cost to
themselves. I got into one of this class, for, of course, I did not
know where to go. A shipmate had invited me to accompany him, saying he
had been very well-treated--though I found afterwards he had been
supplied with as much food and liquor as he wanted, and indulged in
every vice, and then, when he hadn't a farthing in his pocket, put on
board a trader half drunk, and sent to sea. I found myself undergoing
very shortly the same sort of treatment he had received; and when I
refused to drink more, or yield to other temptations, such fierce, angry
scowls were cast on me, that I was anxious to get away. They began,
indeed, to quarrel with me; but seeing that had not much effect, they
became very civil and polite. In a short time the man of the house--a
sturdy ruffian, with a Jewish cast of countenance--went to the cupboard,
and I saw him pouring out several tumblers of grog. I pretended not to
be watching him, but went on talking to my companions as before.
Directly afterwards his wife got up and placed a tumbler by the side of
each of us, taking one--
"There are your Saturday's night-caps, my lads," said she, sitting down
opposite to us. "Let us drink to sweethearts and wives, and lovers and
friends; a bloody war, and plenty of prize-money!" And with a leer out
of her evil eye, she gulped down half the contents of the tumbler
between her thick lips.
Now I had seen old Growler fumbling with several bottles at the dresser,
and as I passed my nose over the tumbler which his wife placed near me,
a certain rank odour arose from it which I did not like. How to avoid
drinking it I was puzzled, as I did not wish to show the suspicion I
felt that it was drugged. Luckily the tumbler stood on a little round
table by itself; so I jumped up on a sudden, as if something had stung
me, and upset the table with the tumbler and its contents! Old Growler
pretended to be very sorry for the accident, and insisted on mixing
another. "No, thank you, master," I answered; "I've been very clumsy,
and must pay the penalty by the loss of the grog." The couple looked at
each other and then at me with such an evil glance, that I believe had
it not been for my companions they would at that moment have turned me
out into the street.
There were six seamen in the room, lately discharged from different
merchantmen. The house was at the end of a dirty, narrow court, all the
inhabitants of which were of the lowest description. As we were sitting
smoking, a tap was heard at the door. Old Growler went to it. Several
questions were asked by a person outside. He came back in a hurry, and
beckoned to his wife to come and answer them. "There are some
man-of-war's men outside," said he. "They say that they are come to
look for a deserter. They'll soon make my missus open the door, so
you've no time to lose, my lads. Be quick, then; through the door, and
stowaway in the coal-shed." The house had a back-door, or it would not
have been fit for old Growler's purposes; and the door opened into what
they called a garden, but it was a bit of dirty barren ground, strewn
with broken bricks and crockery, and bits of rotten wood, with some
tumble-down sheds on either side of it. In one of these he proposed we
should hide. As we opened the door, however, to rush out, we found
ourselves confronted by a dozen stout seamen; and before we could make
the slightest resistance, we were all of us bound hand and foot. The
front-door being opened, an officer and several men entered through it,
and a large party of us assembled in Mrs Growler's kitchen. The
lieutenant and midshipman who commanded the press-gang took very coolly
the abuse which our worthy host and hostess so liberally bestowed on
them. We were allowed to go, two and two at a time, under escort, to
collect our traps, and then marched down to a couple of boats waiting
for us at the quay. In a short time we were put on board a cutter, with
a number of other men who had been picked up in a similar way. There
was a good deal of grumbling, and some of the men seemed to have been
very hardly dealt with; but I cannot say that my change of lot made me
particularly unhappy.
Another night's foray on shore considerably increased our numbers;
besides which several volunteers, mostly landsmen, were obtained, and
the cutter then sailed to discharge her passengers into the ships most
requiring men. I and several others found ourselves going up the side
of His Majesty's ship _Glutton_, of 50 guns, commanded by Captain Henry
Trollope. As I stood on the deck looking about me, previous to being
summoned aft, I saw on the other side the tall figure of a man whose
back was turned towards me. My heart beat with surprise and joy, for I
felt almost sure he must be Peter Poplar. He shortly turned his head.
I was right. He was no other than my old friend. I sprung over to him,
and warmly grasped his hand. He started when he saw me, stared at me
with astonishment, and for a minute could not speak.
"Is it really you, Jack?" he at length exclaimed. "Why, lad, I thought
you were dead. I was told that you had been lost overboard from the
_Juno_."
"So I was," said I; "but I was found by an old friend, who in the end
played me a somewhat scurvy trick." And I told him in a few words all
that had occurred to me since we had been paid off from the _Syren_.
"Well, I am right glad to see you, lad--that I am," he exclaimed, again
wringing my hand.
My yarn was scarcely out when I was summoned to have my name entered on
the ship's books, and to hear my rating, which was that of "able
seaman." The _Glutton_ had been an Indiaman, measuring 1400 tons, and
had been purchased into the service. She was now armed with the then
newly-invented carronades, 68-pounders on the lower, and 32-pounders on
the upper deck. This was a weight of metal no ship had, I believe,
previously carried; and Captain Trollope was very anxious to try its
effect on the ships of the enemy, rightly believing that it would not a
little astonish them.
Our first cruise was off the coast of Flanders. We had not long to wait
before an enemy was seen. On the 15th of July, when the days were
longest and the weather fine, early in the afternoon six ships were seen
from the mast-head running before the wind; and soon afterwards, further
to leeward, appeared a brig and a cutter, which they were apparently
bearing down to join. I was at the helm when the captain made out what
they were.
"Four French frigates and two corvettes. They will just suit us!" said
he, shutting up his glass with a smile of satisfaction.
"A heavy squadron for one ship to attack," observed one of the
lieutenants.
"One!--every man on board will be sorry they ever met _us_!" said the
captain. He knew that the officer who spoke was not one likely to
flinch from the work to be done.
We were standing directly for the enemy, whose ships were pretty close
in with the land. Notwithstanding the apparently overwhelming numbers
of the foe, the ship, with the greatest alacrity, was cleared for
action.
"Shall we really fight them?" asked a youngster of Peter, who was a
great favourite with all the midshipmen.
"Ay--that we shall, sir," he answered. "The captain only wishes that
there were twice as many ships to fight."
"That's all right!" exclaimed the young midshipman. "I was afraid that
some trick was intended, and that we should soon have to up stick, and
run for it."
"No, no; no fear of that! I don't think our captain is the man to run
from anything."
It was now about eight o'clock in the evening, and the French ships,
having formed in line, seemed to have no intention of avoiding us. A
feeling of pride and confidence animated the bosoms of all our crew as
we stood round the short heavy guns with which our ship was armed, while
advancing towards an enemy of a force apparently so overwhelming. One
French frigate, the _Brutus_, was a razeed 64-gun ship, and now carried
46 guns. Then there were the _Incorruptible_, of 32 guns; the
_Magicienne_, of 36; the _Republicain_, of 28; and the two corvettes, of
22 guns each.
On we stood. Whatever the enemy did, we were not to fire till we got
close up to them. There were to be no long shots with us. It had
become almost dark before we arrived abreast of the three sternmost
ships. "Take care that not a gun is fired till I give the order," cried
the captain. "Steer for that big fellow there." This was the _Brutus_,
the second from the van. We were within thirty yards of this ship.
"Strike to His Britannic Majesty's ship _Glutton_!" cried the captain,
waving to the Frenchman. This order the Frenchmen were not likely to
obey. Up went the French colours at the peaks of all the ships, and
immediately they began firing as they could bring their guns to bear.
We glided on a few yards nearer the opponent our captain had singled
out. "Now, give it them, my lads!" he shouted; and immediately we
poured our whole broadside into the hull of our enemy. The effects were
as terrific as unexpected--she seemed literally to reel with the force
of the concussion. Meantime, the leading ship stood past us to
windward, with the intention of cutting us up with her shot; but she got
more than she bargained for, in the shape of our larboard-broadside.
The heavy shot, nearly every one of which told, shattered her hull, tore
open her decks, and damaged her spars. Meantime we were standing on the
larboard-tack, with the French commodore to leeward of us, with whom we
were exchanging a hot fire--rather hotter than he liked, indeed.
The pilot had been anxiously watching the coast--not indeed relishing,
probably, the sort of work going on. He now hurried up to the captain:
"We shall be on shore to a certainty, sir, if we stand on in this
course."
"Never fear," answered Captain Trollope. "When the Frenchman takes the
ground, do you go about."
All this time the enemy's shot were flying about us terribly, cutting up
our spars and rigging; but, strange to say, as I looked around, I did
not see one wounded! It was light enough all the time to enable us to
see all the enemy's ships, and yet sufficiently dark to allow the flash
of the guns to have its full effect, as we and our many opponents
rapidly discharged them at each other. Still the French commodore stood
on. Perhaps he hoped to drive us on shore. At last he was compelled to
tack. Captain Trollope had been waiting the opportunity. The instant
he hove in stays, we, who had been reserving our fire, poured in our
broadside, raking him fore and aft with murderous effect.
"All hands about-ship!" was now the cry. So cut up was our rigging,
however, that we had no little difficulty in getting her about. Our
masts also were badly wounded. It was a question whether they would
carry our canvas.
"Hands aloft!--reef topsails!" was the next order given. Up we sprung,
most unwillingly leaving our gnus, while the French ships, one after the
other, stood away from us, glad to get out of reach of our fire though
they did not fail to give us a parting salute.
We were as smart as we could in reefing topsails, but as much of our
running-gear was cut up, we were longer than usual; and the Frenchmen,
finding that we had ceased firing, took it into their heads. I suppose,
that we were going to strike, for they all tacked and once more stood
back towards us.
"To your guns, my lads! to your guns!" was the cry, as we swung down off
the yards; and then didn't we open fire again upon them in fine style!
In a few minutes they had had enough of it, and hauled off as fast as
their legs could carry them. If they hadn't so cruelly wounded our
masts and spars we should have caught some of them. We made all the
sail we could venture to carry; but they had faster keels than we could
boast of, so we had no hope of success.
They stood away for Flushing, and I afterwards heard that one of them
sunk as soon as she got there, and that all had their decks completely
ripped up, besides losing a great number of men, and suffering terribly
in other ways. Strange as it may seem, we had not a single man killed,
but one captain of marines and one marine only were wounded. We had to
go into harbour to repair damages; and when the news of the action
reached London, the merchants were so pleased with it, that, in
commemoration of it, they presented Captain Trollope with a handsome
piece of plate. He deserved it, for a braver or more dashing officer
did not exist, as I had many opportunities of proving.
Some time after this, occurred those events in the navy which might have
proved the destruction of the British Empire. I speak of the mutinies
which broke out at the Nore, at Spithead, and elsewhere. The
particulars are generally so well-known, that I will not attempt to
describe them; but the circumstance I am about to mention is known, I
fancy, to very few. It is an example of what courage and determination
may effect.
On board the _Glutton_, as in most large ships, we had a number of bad
characters--runaway apprentices, lawyers' clerks, broken-down tradesmen,
footmen dismissed for knavery, play-actors, tinkers, gipsies,
pickpockets, thieves of all sorts; indeed, the magistrates on shore
seemed to think nothing was too bad to send on board a man-of-war.
These men were, of course, always ready for mischief of any sort. There
is no denying it, the seamen also were often cruelly ill-treated,
fleeced on all sides, cheated out of pay, supplied with bad provisions,
and barbarously tyrannised over by their officers. Now, on the
contrary, a man-of-war's man is better fed, better lodged, better and
more cheaply clothed, and in sickness better taken care of, than any
class of labouring-men. When he has completed twenty-one years'
service, he may retire with a pension for life of from tenpence to
fourteen-pence a day; and when worn-out by age or infirmity, he may bear
up for that magnificent institution, Greenwich Hospital, there among old
comrades to end his days in peace.
The mutiny I was speaking of had been going on for some time. The just
demands of the seamen had been listened to, and their grievances
remedied, when the mutiny broke out afresh, and, instigated by
evil-disposed persons, the crews either landed their officers or put
them under confinement, and made fresh demands, many of which it was
impossible to grant. Our ship, with others of Lord Duncan's squadron,
was brought up in Yarmouth Roads. The delegates had been tampering with
us. Messages had at different times been sent on board, and I knew that
something wrong was going forward; but what it was I could not tell. I
was known to be a friend of Peter Poplar's, and no one doubted his
remaining stanch to his captain and officers, so I am proud to say that
they would not trust me.
One day I found Peter sitting down between decks, looking very grave. I
asked him if something was not the matter with him.
"A great deal, Jack," he answered; "I don't like the look of things.
You must know, Jack, that the ships at the Nore have again hoisted the
red flag, and the mutineers swear that they'll make every ship of the
fleet join them. What they now want, I don't know. They have got all
the chief grievances redressed, and everything which reasonable men
could expect granted. They'll not be content till all the delegates are
made admirals, I suppose."
"Still, I hope that we shall not be following their example," said I.
"We have a good number of black sheep on board, but still, I think,
there are enough honest men to keep them in check."
"That's the very thing I doubt, Jack," he whispered. "I don't like the
thoughts of peaching on a shipmate, but when villains are plotting
treachery, as some on board here are doing, we have but one duty to
perform. I must carry the information to the captain. In case they
find me out, and heave me overboard, or trice me up at the yard-arm--as
they are likely enough to do--if you live take care that my memory is
treated with justice. Now, Jack, there is no time to lose; I'll tell
the captain that he may trust to you and a few others, but the greater
number of the ship's company have been won over by the promises of that
artful fellow Parker and his mates." Saying this, Peter walked boldly
aft, and, unsuspected, entered the captain's cabin.
He told me afterwards that Captain Trollope received the information
very calmly, nor did he seem at all to doubt its correctness. The plan
was to wait till the ship was under way to proceed on a cruise in the
North Sea, and then to seize the captain and all the officers, and to
carry the ship instead to the Nore. Several other ships had already
weighed without orders, and had joined the mutineers at the Nore. No
preparation, however, was made that I saw for the expected event.
The next day Peter and I were sent for into the cabin. "Take up these
things, and accompany me," said the captain to us. There was a compass
and a basket of provisions; and I saw that the captain had a pistol-case
under his arm. Leaving the cabin, he led the way below to the door of
the magazine. If any of the mutineers observed him, I don't suppose
they guessed what he was about.
The powder-magazine of a man-of-war has a clear space round it--a sort
of ante-room, which is kept clear of everything, so as to decrease the
risk of fire reaching it. This ante-room has a grated door before it.
The captain produced a key, and opening the grated door, went in, taking
from us the articles we carried. He then locked himself in from the
inside. This done, he opened the inner door of the magazine, exposing a
number of powder-flasks to view. Having arranged his table and chairs,
with the compass and his pistols, and some books he had brought, he said
quietly, as if to himself, "I'm ready for them!"
"Williams," he continued, "go and request the first lieutenant to come
here. Poplar, do you go among the people, and say I directed you to
call some of them to see me."
I quickly performed my part of the duty; but Poplar was longer in
collecting any of the people. He, however, at last returned with about
twenty of them.
The first lieutenant seemed very much astonished at the summons, and
could not make out what it meant. I fancy, indeed, when he got down
there, and saw the captain quietly sitting in the powder-magazine, as if
he was going to take up his berth there for the future, for an instant
he thought him out of his senses. He did not long continue in that idea
when the captain began to address him and the people who were assembled
outside the grating.
"Turn the hands up, and get the ship under way!" he sung out in a loud
voice. "The pilot will carry her through the passage, and then steer an
easterly course till you receive further orders."
"Now, men, you've heard the orders I have given to the first lieutenant.
I intend to have them obeyed. Other ships' companies have refused to
obey orders, and have joined the mutineers at the Nore. This example
shall not be followed on board this ship. I'd sooner die than see such
disgrace brought on the ship I command. You all know me. The instant I
find the course I have given altered--you see the magazine and this
pistol--we all go up together!"
Some of the mutineers--for Peter had taken care to summon those he most
suspected--lingered below; but the boatswain's whistle sounded shrilly
along the decks, and one more glance at the determined eye of the
captain sent them flying up to obey its summons. I shall never forget
the appearance of that dauntless man as he sat still and alone in that
dark place, prepared by a dire necessity to hurl himself and all with
him to a terrible destruction. It was a subject truly worthy of the
painter's highest art. We all, indeed, did know him, and knew that,
whatever the cost, he was a man to do what he had threatened. The ship
was quickly got under way, and while the larger number of the ships of
the squadron ran for the Nore against the wishes of their officers, we,
to the surprise of all, who little knew what extraordinary influence
guided our course, stood out to sea in search of the enemies of our
country.