CHAPTER XXV

The behaviour of Mr. Morgan—his pride, displeasure, and generosity—the

economy of our mess described—Thomson’s further friendship—the nature

of my duty explained—the situation of the sick

While he was thus discoursing to me, we heard a voice on the cockpit

ladder pronounce with great vehemence, in a strange dialect, “The devil

and his dam blow me from the top of Monchdenny, if I go to him before

there is something in my pelly. Let his nose be as yellow as saffron,

or as plue as a pell (look you), or as green as a leek, ’tis all one.”

To this declaration somebody answered, “So it seems my poor messmate

must part his cable for want of a little assistance. His foretopsail is

loose already; and besides the doctor ordered you to overhaul him; but

I see you don’t mind what your master says.” Here he was interrupted

with, “Splutter and cons! you lousy tog, who do you call my master? Get

you gone to the doctor, and tell him my birth, and education, and my

abilities; and moreover, my behaviour is as good as his, or any

shentleman’s (no disparagement to him,) in the whole world. Cot pless

my soul I does he think, or conceive, or imagine, that I am a horse, or

an ass, or a goat, to trudge backwards and forwards, and upwards and

downwards, and by sea and by land; at his will and pleasure? Go your

ways, you rapscallion, and tell Doctor Atkins that I desire and request

that he will give a look upon the tying man, and order something for

him, if he be dead or alive, and I will see him take it by and by, when

my craving stomach is satisfied, look you.” At this, the other went

away, saying, “that if they should serve him so when he was dying, by

God he would be foul of them in the other world.” Here Mr. Thompson let

me know, that the person we heard was Mr. Morgan, the first mate, who

was just come on board from the hospital, whither he had attended some

of the sick in the morning; at the same time I saw him come into the

berth. He was a short thick man, with a face garnished with pimples, a

snub nose turned up at the end, an excessive wide mouth, and little

fiery eyes, surrounded with skin puckered up in innumerable wrinkles.

My friend immediately made him acquainted with my case; when he

regarded me with a very lofty look, but without speaking, set down a

bundle he had in his hand, and approached the cupboard, which, when he

had opened, he exclaimed in a great passion, “Cot is my life, all the

pork is gone, as I am a Christian!” Thompson then gave him to

understand, that, as I had been brought on board half famished, he

could do no less than to entertain me with what was in the locker, and

the rather as he had bid the steward enter me in the mess. Whether this

disappointment made Mr. Morgan more peevish than usual, or he really

thought himself too little regarded by his fellow mate, I know not, but

after some pause, he went on in this manner: “Mr. Thompson, perhaps you

do not use me with all the good manners, and complaisance, and respect

(look you,) that becomes you, because you have not vouchsafed to advise

with me in this affair. I have in my time (look you,) been a man of

some weight, and substance, and consideration, and have kept house and

home, and paid scot and lot, and the king’s taxes; ay, and maintained a

family to boot. And moreover, also, I am your senior, and your older,

and your petter, Mr. Thompson.” “My elder, I’ll allow you to be, but

not my better!” cried Thompson, with some heat. “Cot is my Saviour, and

witness too,” said Morgan, with great vehemence, “that I am more elder,

and therefore more petter by many years than you.” Fearing this dispute

might be attended with some bad consequence, I interposed, and told Mr.

Morgan I was very sorry for having been the occasion of any difference

between him and the second mate; and that, rather than cause the least

breach in their good understanding, I would eat my allowance to myself,

or seek admission into some other company. But Thompson, with more

spirit than discretion (as I thought), insisted upon my remaining where

he had appointed me; and observed that no man, possessed of generosity

and compassion, would have any objection to it, considering my birth

and talents, and the misfortunes I had of late so unjustly undergone.

This was touching Mr. Morgan on the right key, who protested with great

earnestness, that he had no objection to my being received in the mess;

but only complained that the ceremony of asking his consent was not

observed. “As for a sheltenman in distress,” said he, shaking me by the

hand, “I lofe him as I lofe my own powels: for, Cot help me! I have had

vexations enough upon my own pack.” And as I afterwards learned, in so

saying, he spoke no more than what was true; for he had been once

settled in a very good situation in Glamorganshire, and was ruined by

being security for an acquaintance. All differences being composed, he

untied his bundle, which consisted of three bunches of onions, and a

great lump of Cheshire cheese, wrapped up in a handkerchief: and,

taking some biscuit from the cupboard, fell to with a keen appetite,

inviting us to share of the repast. When he had fed heartily on his

homely fare, he filled a large cup, made of a cocoa-nut shell, with

brandy, and, drinking it off, told us, “Prandy was the best menstruum

for onions and sheese.” His hunger being appeased, he began to be in

better humour; and, being inquisitive about my birth, no sooner

understood that I was descended of a good family, than he discovered a

particular good-will to me on that account, deducing his own pedigree

in a direct line from the famous Caractacus, king of the Britons, who

was first the prisoner, and afterwards the friend of Claudius Caesar.

Perceiving how much I was reduced in point of linen, he made me a

present of two good ruffled shirts, which, with two more of check which

I received from Mr. Thompson, enabled me to appear with decency.

Meanwhile the sailor, whom Mr. Morgan had sent to the doctor, brought a

prescription for his messmate, which when the Welshman had read, he got

up to prepare it, and asked, “if the man was dead or alive.” “Dead!”

replied Jack; “if he was dead, he would have no occasion for doctor’s

stuff. No, thank God, death han’t as yet boarded him. But they have

been yard-arm and yard-arm these three glasses.” “Are his eyes open,”

continued the mate. “His starboard eye,” said the sailor, “is open, but

fast jammed in his head: and the haulyards of his under jaw have given

way.” “Passion of my heart!” cried Morgan, “the man is as pad as one

would desire to be! Did you feel his pulses!” To this the other replied

with “Anan!” Upon which this Cambro Briton, with great earnestness and

humanity, ordered the tar to run to his messmate, and keep him alive

till he should come with the medicine, “and then,” said he, “you shall

peradventure pehold what you shall see.”

The poor fellow, with great simplicity, ran to the place where the sick

man lay, but in less than a minute returned with a woful countenance,

and told us his comrade had struck. Morgan, hearing this, exclaimed,

“Mercy upon my salvation! why did you not stop him till I came?” “Stop

him!” said the other; “I hailed him several times, but he was too far

on his way, and the enemy had got possession of his close quarters; so

that he did not mind me.” “Well, well,” said he, “we all owe heaven a

teath. Go your ways, you ragamuffin, and take an example and a warning,

look you, and repent of your misteets.” So saying, he pushed the seaman

out of the berth.

While we entertained us with reflections suitable to this event, we

heard the boatswain pipe to dinner; and immediately the boy belonging

to our mess ran to the locker, from whence he carried off a large

wooden platter, and, in a few minutes, returned with it full of boiled

peas, crying “Scaldings” all the way as he came. The cloth, consisting

of a piece of an old sail, was instantly laid, covered with three

plates, which by the colour I could with difficulty discern to be

metal, and as many spoons of the same composition, two of which were

curtailed in the handles, and the other abridged in the lip. Mr. Morgan

himself enriched this mess with a lump of salt butter scooped from an

old gallipot, and a handful of onions shorn, with some pounded pepper.

I was not very much tempted with the appearance of this dish, of which,

nevertheless, my messmates ate heartily, advising me to follow their

example, as it was banyan day and we could have no meat till next noon.

But I had already laid in sufficient for the occasion, and therefore

desired to be excused: expressing a curiosity to know the meaning of

banyan day. They told me, that, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays,

the ship’s company had no allowance of meat, and that these meagre days

were called banyan days, the reason of which they did not know; but I

have since learned they take their denomination from a sect of devotees

in some parts of the East Indies, who never taste flesh.

After dinner Thompson led me round the ship, showed me the different

parts, described their uses, and, as far as he could, made me

acquainted with the particulars of the discipline and economy practised

on board. He then demanded of the boatswain a hammock for me, which was

slung in a very neat manner by my friend Jack Rattlin; and, as I had no

bed-clothes, procured credit for me with the purser, for a mattress and

two blankets. At seven o’clock in the evening Morgan visited the sick,

and, having ordered what was proper for each, I assisted Thompson in

making up his prescriptions: but when I followed him with the medicines

into the sick berth, or hospital, and observed the situation of the

patients, I was much less surprised that people should die on board,

than that a sick person should recover. Here I saw about fifty

miserable distempered wretches, suspended in rows, so huddled one upon

another, that not more than fourteen inches space was allotted for each

with his bed and bedding; and deprived of the light of the day, as well

as of fresh air; breathing nothing but a noisome atmosphere of the

morbid steams exhaling from their own excrements and diseased bodies,

devoured with vermin hatched in the filth that surrounded them, and

destitute of every convenience necessary for people in that helpless

condition.

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