CHAPTER XXVII

I acquire the friendship of the Surgeon, who procures a warrant for me,

and makes me a present of clothes—a battle between a Midshipman and

me—the Surgeon leaves the ship—the Captain comes on board with another

Surgeon—a dialogue between the Captain and Morgan—the sick are ordered

to be brought upon the Quarter-deck and examined—the consequences of

that order—a Madman accuses Morgan, and is set at liberty by command of

the Captain, whom he instantly attacks, and pummels without mercy

While I was busied with my friend in the practice, the doctor chanced

to pass by the place where we were, and stopping to observe me appeared

very well satisfied with my application; and afterwards sent for me to

his cabin, where, having examined me touching my skill in surgery, and

the particulars of my fortune, he interested himself so far in my

behalf, as to promise his assistance in procuring a warrant for me,

seeing I had already been found qualified at Surgeons’ Hall for the

station I filled on board; and in this good office he the more

cordially engaged when he understood I was nephew to lieutenant

Bowling, for whom he expressed a particular regard. In the meantime, I

could learn from his discourse that he did not intend to go to sea

again with Captain Oakum, having, as he thought, been indifferently

used by him during the last voyage.

While I lived tolerably easy, in expectation of preferment, I was not

altogether without mortifications, which I not only suffered from the

rude insults of the sailors and petty officers, among whom I was known

by the name of Loblolly Boy, but also from the disposition of Morgan,

who, though friendly in the main, was often very troublesome with his

pride, which expected a good deal of submission from me, and delighted

in recapitulating the favours I had received at his hands.

About six weeks after my arrival on board, the surgeon, bidding me to

follow him into his cabin, presented a warrant to me, by which I was

appointed surgeon’s third mate on board the Thunder. This he had

procured by his interest at the Navy Office; as also another for

himself, by virtue of which he was removed into a second-rate. I

acknowledged his kindness in the strongest terms my gratitude could

suggest, and professed my sorrow at the prospect of losing so valuable

a friend, to whom I hoped to have recommended myself still further, by

my respectful and diligent behaviour. But his generosity rested not

here; for before he left the ship he made me a present of a chest and

some clothes that enabled me to support the rank to which he had raised

me.

I found my spirit revive with my good fortune; and, now I was an

officer, resolved to maintain the dignity of my station, against all

opposition or affronts; nor was it long before I had occasion to exert

my resolution. My old enemy, the midshipman (whose name was Crampley),

entertaining an implacable animosity against me for the disgrace he had

suffered on my account, had since that time taken all opportunities of

reviling and ridiculing me, when I was not entitled to retort this bad

usage; and, even after I had been rated on the books, and mustered as

surgeon’s mate, did not think fit to restrain his insolence. In

particular, being one day present while I dressed a wound in a sailor’s

leg, he began to sing a song, which I thought highly injurious to the

honour of my country, and therefore signified my resentment, by

observing that the Scots always laid their account with finding enemies

among the ignorant, insignificant, and malicious. This unexpected piece

of assurance enraged him to such a degree, that he lent me a blow on

the face, which I verily thought had demolished my cheek-bone. I was

not slow in returning the obligation, and the affair began to be very

serious, when by accident Mr. Morgan, and one of the master’s mates,

coming that way, interposed, and, inquiring into the cause, endeavoured

to promote a reconciliation; but, finding us both exasperated to the

uttermost, and bent against accommodation, they advised us either to

leave our difference undecided, till we should have an opportunity of

terminating it on shore, like gentlemen, or else choose a proper place

on board, and bring it to an issue by boxing. The last expedient was

greedily embraced by us both; and, being forthwith conducted to the

ground proposed, we stripped in a moment, and began a furious contest,

in which I soon found myself inferior to my antagonist, not so much in

strength and agility, as in skill, which he had acquired in the school

of Hockley-in-the-Hole at Tottenham-court. Many cross buttocks did I

sustain, and pegs on the stomach without number, till at last my breath

being quite gone, as well as my vigour wasted, I grew desperate, and

collecting all my strength in one effort, threw in at once, head,

hands, and feet, with such violence, that I drove my antagonist three

paces backward into the main hatchway, down which he fell, and pitching

upon his head and right shoulder, remained without sense and motion.

Morgan, looking down, and seeing him lie in that condition, cried,

“Upon my conscience, as I am a Christian sinner, (look you,) I believe

his pattles are all ofer; but I take you all to witness that there was

no treachery in the case, and that he has suffered by the chance of

war.” So saying he descended to the deck below, to examine into the

situation of my adversary, and left me very little pleased with my

victory, as I found myself not only terribly bruised, but likewise in

danger of being called to account for the death of Crampley; but this

fear vanished when my fellow-mate having, by bleeding him in the

jugular, brought him to himself, and inquired into the state of his

body, called up to me to be under no concern, for the midshipman had

received no other damage than as pretty a luxation of the os humeri as

one would desire to see on a summer’s day. Upon this information I

crawled down to the cock-pit, and acquainted Thompson with the affair,

who, providing himself with bandages, etc, necessary for the occasion,

went up to assist Mr. Morgan in the reduction of the dislocation. When

this was successfully performed, they wished me joy of the event of the

combat; and the Welshman, after observing, that, in all likelihood, the

ancient Scots and Britons were the same people, bade me “praise Cot for

putting mettle in my pelly, and strength in my limbs to support it.” I

acquired such reputation by this rencontre, which lasted twenty

minutes, that everybody became more cautious in behaviour towards me;

though Crampley, with his arm in a sling, talked very high, and

threatened to seize the first opportunity of retrieving on shore the

honour he had lost by an accident, from which I could justly claim no

merit.

About this time, Captain Oakum, having received sailing orders, came on

board, and brought along with him a surgeon of his own country, who

soon made us sensible of the loss we suffered in the departure of

Doctor Atkins; for he was grossly ignorant, and intolerably assuming,

false, vindictive, and unforgiving; a merciless tyrant to his

inferiors, an abject sycophant to those above him. In the morning after

the captain came on board, our first mate, according to custom, went to

wait on him with a sick list, which, when this grim commander had

perused, he cried with a stern countenance, “Blood and cons! sixty-one

sick people on board of my ship! Harkee, you sir, I’ll have no sick in

my ship, by G—d.” The Welshman replied, “he should be very glad to find

no sick people on board: but, while it was otherwise, he did no more

than his duty in presenting him with a list.” “You and your list may be

d—n’d,” said the captain, throwing it at him; “I say, there shall be no

sick in this ship while I have the command of her.” Mr. Morgan, being

nettled at this treatment, told him his indignation ought to be

directed to Cot Almighty, who visited his people with distempers, and

not to him, who contributed all in his power towards their cure. The

bashaw, not being used to such behaviour in any of his officers, was

enraged to fury at this satirical insinuation, and, stamping with his

foot, called him insolent scoundrel, threatening to have him pinioned

to the deck, if he should presume to utter another syllable. But the

blood of Caractacus being thoroughly heated, disdained to be restricted

by such a command, and began to manifest itself in, “Captain Oakum, I

am a shentleman of birth and parentage (look you), and peradventure I

am moreover.” Here his harangue was broken off by the captain’s

steward, who, being Morgan’s countryman, hurried him out of the cabin

before he had time to exasperate his master to a greater degree, and

this would certainly have been the case; for the indignant Welshman

could hardly be hindered by his friend’s arguments and entreaties from

re-entering the presence-chamber, and defying Captain Oakum to his

teeth. He was, however appeased at length, and came down to the berth,

where, finding Thompson and me at work preparing medicines, he bade us

leave off our lapour to go to play, for the captain, by his sole word,

and power, and command, had driven sickness a pegging to the tevil, and

there was no more malady on board. So saying, he drank off a gill of

brandy, sighed grievously three times, poured fort an ejaculation of

“Cot pless my heart, liver, and lungs!” and then began to sing a Welsh

song with great earnestness of visage, voice, and gesture. I could not

conceive the meaning of this singular phenomenon, and saw by the looks

of Thompson, who at the same time shook his head, that he suspected

poor Cadwallader’s brains were unsettled. He, perceiving our amazement,

told us he would explain the mystery; but at the same time bade us take

notice, that he had lived poy, patchelor, married man, and widower,

almost forty years, and in all that time there was no man, nor mother’s

son in the whole world who durst use him so ill as Captain Oakum had

done. Then he acquainted us with the dialogue that passed between them,

as I have already related it: and had no sooner finished this narration

than he received a message from the surgeon, to bring the sick-list to

the quarter-deck, for the captain had ordered all the patients thither

to be reviewed.

This inhuman order shocked us extremely, as we knew it would be

impossible to carry some of them on the deck, without imminent danger

of their lives: but, as we likewise knew it would be to no purpose for

us to remonstrate against it, we repaired to the quarter-deck in a

body, to see this extraordinary muster; Morgan observing by the way,

that the captain was going to send to the other world a great many

evidences to testify against himself. When we appeared upon deck, the

captain bade the doctor, who stood bowing at his right hand, look at

these lazy lubberly sons of bitches, who were good for nothing on board

but to eat the king’s provision, and encourage idleness in the

skulkers. The surgeon grinned approbation, and, taking the list, began

to examine the complaints of each as they could crawl to the place

appointed. The first who came under his cognizance was a poor fellow

just freed of a fever, which had weakened him so much that he could

hardly stand. Mr. Mackshane (for that was the doctor’s name), having

felt his pulse, protested he was as well as any man in the world; and

the captain delivered him over to the boatswain’s mate, with orders

that he should receive a round dozen at the gangway immediately, for

counterfeiting himself sick; but, before the discipline could be

executed, the man dropped down on the deck, and had well nigh perished

under the hands of the executioner. The next patient to be considered,

laboured under a quartan ague, and, being then in his interval of

health, discovered no other symptoms of distemper than a pale meagre

countenance and emaciated body; upon which he was declared fit for

duty, and turned over to the boatswain; but, being resolved to disgrace

the doctor, died upon the forecastle next day, during his cold fit. The

third complained of a pleuritic stitch, and spitting of blood, for

which Doctor Mackshane prescribed exercise at the pump to promote

expectoration! but whether this was improper for one in his situation,

or that it was used to excess, I know not, but in less than

half-an-hour he was suffocated with a deluge of blood that issued from

his lungs. A fourth, with much difficulty, climbed to the quarter-deck,

being loaded with a monstrous ascites, or dropsy, that invaded his

chest so much, he could scarce fetch his breath; but his disease being

interpreted into fat, occasioned by idleness and excess of eating, he

was ordered, with a view to promote perspiration and enlarge his chest,

to go aloft immediately. It was in vain for this unwieldy wretch to

allege his utter incapacity; the boatswain’s driver was commanded to

whip him up with the cat-o-nine-tails; the smart of this application

made him exert himself so much, that he actually arrived at the puttock

shrouds; but when the enormous weight of his body had nothing else to

support than his weakened arms, either out of spite or necessity, he

quitted his hold, and plunged into the sea, where he must have been

drowned, had not a sailor, who was in a boat alongside, saved his life,

by keeping him afloat till he was hoisted on board by a tackle.

It would be tedious and disagreeable to describe the fate of every

miserable object that suffered by the inhumanity and ignorance of the

captain and surgeon, who so wantonly sacrificed the lives of their

fellow-creatures. Many were brought up in the height of fevers, and

rendered delirious by the injuries they received in the way. Some gave

up the ghost in the presence of their inspectors; and others, who were

ordered to their duties, languished a few days at work among their

fellows, and then departed without any ceremony. On the whole, the

number of the sick was reduced to less than a dozen; and the authors of

this reduction were applauding themselves for the services they had

done to their king and country, when the boatswain’s mate informed his

honour, that there was a man below lashed to his hammock, by direction

of the doctor’s mate, and that he begged hard to be released;

affirming, he had been so maltreated only for a grudge Mr. Morgan bore

him, and that he was as much in his senses as any man aboard. The

captain hearing this, darted a severe look at the Welshman, and ordered

the man to be brought up immediately; upon which, Morgan protested with

great fervency, that the person in question was as mad as a March hare;

and begged for the love of Cot, they would at least keep his arms

pinioned during his examination, to prevent him from doing mischief.

This request the commander granted for his own sake, and the patient

was produced, who insisted upon his being in his right wits with such

calmness and strength of argument, that everybody present was inclined

to believe him, except Morgan, who affirmed there was no trusting to

appearances; for he himself had been so much imposed upon by his

behaviour two days before, that he had actually unbound him with his

own hands, and had well nigh been murdered for his pains: this was

confirmed by the evidence of one of the waiters, who declared he had

pulled this patient from the doctor’s mate, whom he had gotten down,

and almost strangled. To this the man answered, that the witness was a

creature of Morgan’s, and suborned to give his testimony against him by

the malice of the mate, whom the defendant had affronted, by

discovering to the people on board, that Mr. Morgan’s wife kept a

gin-shop in Ragfair. This anecdote produced a laugh at the expense of

the Welshman, who, shaking his head with some emotion, said, “Ay, ay,

’tis no matter. Cot knows, it is an arrant falsehood.” Captain Oakum,

without any farther hesitation, ordered the fellow to be unfettered; at

the same time, threatening to make Morgan exchange situations with him

for his spite; but the Briton no sooner heard the decision in favour of

the madman, than he got up to the mizen-shrouds, crying to Thompson and

me to get out of his reach, for we should see him play the devil with a

vengeance. We did not think fit to disregard his caution, and

accordingly got up on the poop, whence we beheld the maniac (as soon as

he was released) fly at the captain like a fury, crying, “I’ll let you

know, you scoundrel, that I am commander of this vessel,” and pummel

him without mercy. The surgeon, who went to the assistance of his

patron, shared the same fate; and it was with the utmost difficulty

that he was mastered at last, after having done great execution among

those who opposed him.

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