As the autobiography of the "Elephant," had been of too common-place a
character to create any excitement, there was but little interruption in
the proceedings; and Sailor Bill, according to the conditions, was next
called upon to spin the yarn of his life.
Without any formality, he at once responded to the call.
"When a very small boy," began he, "I was what is called a gutter
urchin, or `mud lark,' about the streets and docks of Liverpool. It was
not exactly the business for which I had been intended. When very
young, I had been bound apprentice to a trade I did not much like, and
to a master I liked still less. In fact, I hated the master so much, as
to run away both from him and his trade; and became a ragged wanderer in
the streets.
"The profits of this profession were not so great, as to allow me to
contract habits of idleness, though, somehow or other, I managed to live
by it for nearly a year.
"I was one day overhauling some rubbish, that had been thrown into a
gutter, when a man ran against me; and his feet becoming entangled in
the rags that composed my costume, he was tripped up, and fell into the
mud.
"He immediately got to his feet again; and shook me, until he was so
exhausted and agitated, that he could do so no longer.
"While he was doing so, I was not idle. With my nails, teeth, and feet,
I scratched, bit, and kicked him--with all the energy passion could
produce.
"My desperate resistance, instead of further provoking, seemed to make a
favourable impression on the mind of the man: for, as soon as he had
ceased shaking me, he declared that I was `a noble little wretch,' a
`courageous little vagrant,' and many other pet expressions equally
conflicting.
"Then taking me by the hand, he led me along by his side, at the same
time questioning me about my home and parents.
"Having satisfied himself, that he had as good a right to me as
anybody--and perhaps a better by my being in his possession--he
continued to drag me onward, all the while muttering to himself, `Dirty
little vagabond! give him in charge to the police. Spirited boy! give
him in charge of my steward.'
"Favourably impressed with the general expression of his features, I
offered no resistance to his taking me where he liked. The fact is, I
did not care what became of me, for I was independent of either fortune
or circumstances.
"I was finally carried on board of a ship; and handed over to the care
of her steward, where, for the first time in three years, I had my body
covered with a complete suit of clothes.
"The man who had thus taken possession of me, was a good-natured,
eccentric old bachelor, about fifty years of age; and was master and
owner of the ship, that traded between Liverpool and Kingston, Jamaica.
"I remained with this man seven years; and under his tuition, I obtained
something of an education. Had I been his own son, he could not have
shown more zeal, or taken greater pains to teach me.
"During all that time, his ship was my only home; and I had nothing to
tempt me away from it. It was all the world to me; and of that world I
was not long in acquiring a knowledge.
"I was about twenty-one years of age, when I was made first officer of
the ship. My father--for as such I had got to esteem the man who raised
me from rags, and out of mud, to something like a human existence--was
going to make one more voyage with me, and then lie by for the rest of
his life--leaving me master of the ship.
"We were on our return from Kingston, very deeply laden, when we
encountered a severe gale. For some time, we allowed the ship to run
with the wind--in order that we might keep on our course; but the storm
increased; and this could not be done with safety. We were preparing to
lay her head to sea, when a wave rolled over the stern, and swept the
decks fore and aft. The captain--my generous protector--and two of the
sailors, were washed overboard; and we could do nothing to save them.
All three were lost.
"I took the ship to Liverpool, where a wealthy merchant succeeded to the
captain's property. To make way for some friend of the new owner, I was
discharged from the service--after receiving the few pounds due to me as
wages.
"The commotion caused by the discovery of the Australian gold-fields,
had then reached Liverpool; and seamen were shipping to Melbourne,
asking only the nominal wages of one shilling a month! I was able to
get a situation as second officer of a brig bound for that port.
"We had one hundred and twelve passengers; and amongst them was a
bankrupt London merchant, emigrating with a large stock of pride, and a
small stock of merchandise, to the golden land. He was accompanied by
his wife, and a beautiful daughter. To me, this young lady appeared
lovely, modest, intelligent; in short, everything that a young man--who
for the first time had felt the tender passion, could wish its object to
be.
"I had frequent opportunities of conversing with her--when she would be
seated outside on the poop; and many of my happiest moments were passed
in her society, in those delightful evenings one experiences while
crossing the Line.
"I was at length made perfectly happy, by the knowledge that there was
one being in the world who felt an interest in my welfare.
"I soon saw that my attentions to his daughter, were displeasing to the
proud merchant; and I was told by the girl herself: that she had been
commanded to discourage my addresses.
"I sought an interview with the father; and demanded from him his
reasons for thus rejecting me. I was simply told: that the girl was his
daughter, and that I was only a sailor!
"That same evening, when on duty, I was spoken to by the captain in a
harsh and ungentlemanly manner. I was in no pleasant humour at the
time: and to be thus addressed, in hearing of so many people--but more
especially in the presence of her I loved--was a degradation I could not
endure. I could not restrain myself, from making a sharp and angry
reply.
"The captain was a man of very quick temper; and, enraged at my
insolence, he struck me in the face with his open hand. For this
insult, I instantly knocked him down upon the deck.
"The remainder of the voyage I passed in irons. On arriving at
Williamston, I was sentenced to two months' imprisonment--during which
time I was confined on board a hulk anchored in Hobson's Bay.
"I made an attempt to escape; and, being unsuccessful, I received a
further sentence of two months' hard labour on the hulk.
"When at length I received my liberty, I hastened to Melbourne. There I
made inquiries for the merchant, in hopes of being able to obtain an
interview with his daughter, who was then the only being on earth, for
whom I entertained the slightest feeling of friendship.
"I succeeded in finding the young lady; and was conducted into the
presence of her mother--who, somewhat to my surprise, received me in the
most cordial manner!
"The old merchant was dead. He had died within a month after landing;
and the goods he had brought with him to the colony--not being suited to
the market--had been sold for little more than the freight out from
England had cost. His widow and her daughter were living by their own
industry--which, I need hardly tell you, was something they had never
done before."
Here Sailor Bill paused--as if he had got to the end of his story.
But his listeners were not contented with such a termination. They
believed there must be something more to come--perhaps more interesting
than anything yet revealed; and they clamoured for him to go on, and
give them the finale.
"There's nothing more," said Bill, in response to the calls of the
company; "at least nothing that would interest any of you."
"Let us be the judges of that," cried one. "Come, Bill, your story is
not complete--finish it--finish it!"
"I'm sorry myself it's not finished," rejoined he. "It won't be, I
suppose, until I get back to Melbourne."
"What then?" inquired several voices.
"Well then," said Bill, forced into a reluctant confession, "I suppose
it will end by my getting spliced."
"And to the young lady, with whom you spent those pleasant evenings on
the poop?"
"Exactly so. I've written to her, to say I'm coming to Melbourne. I
intend to take her and her mother back to England--where they've long
wished to go. Of course it would never do to make such a voyage,
without first splicing the main brace, and securing the craft against
all the dangers of the sea. For that reason, I've proposed to the young
lady, that she and I make the voyage as man and wife; and I'm happy to
tell you that my proposal has been accepted. Now you've got the whole
of my _yarn_."
And with this characteristic ending, Sailor Bill brought his story to a
termination.
Volume Three, Chapter XVIII.