CHAPTER VII.

HEAVING THE LOG.

The Young America, under topsails and top-gallant sails, was making

about ten knots an hour. After passing the last island in the bay, she

was headed to the south-east, which brought the wind over the starboard

quarter. The ship was of the clipper class, though not as sharp as many

of this model. It was found that her sailing ability was excellent, and

Mr. Lowington and Mr. Fluxion expressed much satisfaction at her

performance, both in respect of speed and weatherly qualities.

When the ship left her moorings, the principal had not decided where to

go, or how long to remain at sea, intending to be governed by the

circumstances of the hour. It had never been his purpose to keep her at

one anchorage, but to go from port to port, remaining a few days or a

few weeks at each, as the discipline of the ship and the progress of the

boys in their studies suggested. There were many elements of seamanship

which could not be effectively practised while the ship lay at anchor,

such as heaving the log, sounding and steering, though the boys had been

carefully instructed in the theory of these operations.

The instructor in mathematics, the boatswain, the carpenter, and the

sailmaker, all of whom were good seamen, were in great demand as soon as

the ship was under way; but when she had sea-room enough, the helm was

handed over to the boys, under the charge of a juvenile quartermaster.

Peaks stood by, and gave the necessary directions, till the students

were able to do the work themselves.

"Now, my lads, we will heave the log," said the boatswain, when the ship

was well out from the land.

"We know how to do that," replied Smith, one of the quartermasters.

"I dare say you do, young gentlemen; but in my opinion, you can't do it.

You know how to write a psalm, but I don't believe you could write one,"

added Peaks. "You have to learn how to do these things by the feeling,

so that they will do themselves, so to speak. After-guard, stand by to

haul in the log-line. Here, quartermaster, you will hold the glass, and

the officer of the deck will throw the chip."

"We know all about it, Mr. Peaks," repeated Smith.

"I know you do; but you can't tell within five knots how fast the ship

is going," laughed the boatswain. "Let's do it right a few times, and

then you can be trusted."

The quartermaster took the glass, and Gordon, then officer of the watch,

the chip, which he cast into the water over the stern of the ship.

"Turn!" said he, when the stray line had run out.

Now, Smith, at this particular moment, was watching a vessel over the

quarter, and he did not instantly turn the glass, as he should have

done; but Peaks said nothing.

"Up!" cried the quartermaster, when the sand had all run through the

glass.

Gordon stopped the reel from which the line was running out, and noted

the mark.

"Seven knots," said he.

"Not right," replied the boatswain, sharply. "This ship is going nine or

ten knots an hour, and any man who has snuffed salt water for six months

could guess nearer than you make it. Now try it once again, and if you

don't hit nearer than that next time, you may as well throw the reel

overboard, and hire a Yankee to guess the rate of sailing."

"I thought we knew all about it," added Smith.

"I think you do, young gentlemen; but you were star-gazing when you

ought to have been all attention. The line ran out two or three knots

before you turned the glass."

Gordon took the chip again. It was a thin piece of board, in the form of

a quarter circle. The round side was loaded with just lead enough to

make it float upright in the water. The log-line was fastened to the

chip, just us a boy loops a kite, two strings being attached at each end

of the circular side, while the one at the angle is tied to a peg, which

is inserted in a hole, just hard enough to keep it in place, while there

is no extra strain on the board, but which can be drawn out with a smart

pull. When the log-line has run out as far as desired, there would be

some difficulty in hauling in the chip while it was upright in the

water; but a sudden jerk draws the peg at the angle, and permits the

board to lie flat, in which position the water offers the least

resistance to its passage.

The half-minute glass used on board the Young America, held by the

quartermaster, was like an hour glass, and contained just sand enough to

pass through the hole in the neck in thirty seconds. The log-line was

one hundred and fifty fathoms in length, and was wound on a reel, which

turned very easily, so that the resistance of the chip to the water

would unwind it. The log-line is divided into certain spaces called

knots, the length of each of which is the same fractional part of a mile

that a half minute is of an hour. If there be sixty-one hundred and

twenty feet in a nautical mile, or the sixtieth part of a degree of a

great circle, which is not far from accurate, and the ship be going ten

knots an hour, she will run sixty-one thousand two hundred feet in an

hour. If the chip were thrown overboard at eight o'clock, and the line

were long enough, the ship would have run out sixty-one thousand two

hundred feet, or ten miles, at nine o'clock, or in one hour. In one

minute she would run one sixtieth of sixty-one thousand two hundred

feet, which is ten hundred and twenty feet; in half a minute, five

hundred and ten feet.

The half-minute glass is the measure of time generally used in heaving

the log. While the sand is dropping through, the line runs out five

hundred and ten feet, the ship going ten knots an hour being the basis

of the calculation. One knot, therefore, will be fifty-one feet. If the

line pays out five hundred and ten feet in thirty seconds, by the glass,

the ship is going ten knots an hour. If it pays out four hundred and

eight feet in half a minute, or eight hundred and sixteen feet in a

minute, she will pay out a mile in as many minutes as eight hundred and

sixteen feet is contained in sixty-one hundred and twenty feet, which is

seven and a half minutes. Then the ship goes a mile in seven and a half

minutes, or eight miles an hour.

A knot on the log-line is therefore invariably fifty-one feet; and the

number of knots of the line run out in half a minute indicates also the

ship's speed per hour, for fifty-one feet is the same part of a nautical

mile that half a minute is of an hour. The calculations are given

without allowances, merely to show the principle; and both the glass and

the line are modified in practice.

On board the Young America, ten fathoms were allowed for "stray line;"

this length of line being permitted to run out before the measuring

commenced, in order to get the chip clear of thee eddies in the wake of

the ship. The ten fathoms were indicated by a white rag, drawn through

the line; and when the officer paying out comes to this mark, he orders

the quartermaster to turn the glass, and the operation actually begins.

At every fifty-one feet (or forty-seven and six tenths, making the

allowances) there is a mark--a bit of leather, or two or more knots. The

instant the sands have all run through the glass, the quartermaster

says, "Up," and the officer notes the mark to which the line has run

out. Half and quarter knots are indicated on the line.

"Now, quartermaster, mind your eye. When the officer of the deck says,

'Turn,' you repeat the word after him, to show that you are alive,"

continued Peaks.

"Ready!" said Gordon.

"Ready!" replied Smith.

The lieutenant threw the chip into the water, and when the stray line

had run off, he gave the word to turn the glass.

"Turn!" repeated Smith.

Gordon eased off the log-line, so that nothing should prevent it from

running easily.

"Up!" shouted Smith; and Gordon stopped the line.

"Very well," added Peaks. "What's the mark?"

"Ten and a quarter," replied the officer.

"That sounds more like it. I knew this ship was going more than seven

knots. You see, young gentlemen, you can't catch flies and tend the

log-line at the same time. Now, you may try it over again."

The experiment was repeated, with the same result. Other officers and

seamen were called to the quarter-deck, and the training in heaving the

log continued, until a reasonable degree of proficiency was attained.

"Land ho!" cried the lookout on the top-gallant forecastle, at about

eleven o'clock in the forenoon.

"Where away?" called the officer of the deck.

"Dead ahead, sir."

"What is that land, Mr. Lowington?" asked Paul Kendall.

"Don't you know?"

"I'm sure I don't."

"Then you should study your map more. Look at the compass, and tell me

how she heads."

"South-east, sir," replied Paul, after looking into the binnacle.

"Now, what land lies south-east of Brockway Harbor?" asked the

principal.

"Cape Cod, I think."

"You are right; then that must be Cape Cod."

"Is it, really?"

"Certainly it is," laughed Mr. Lowington. "Have you no faith in your

map?"

"I didn't think we could be anywhere near Cape Cod. I thought it was

farther off," added Paul, who seemed to be amazed to think they had

actually crossed Massachusetts Bay.

"The land you see is Race Point, which is about forty miles from the

entrance to the bay, at the head of which Brockway is located. We have

been making about ten knots an hour, and our calculations seem to be

very accurate. By one o'clock we shall come to anchor in Provincetown

Harbor."

This prediction was fully verified, and the Young America was moored off

the town. Those who had been seasick recovered as soon as the motion of

the ship ceased; and when everything aloft and on deck had been made

snug, the crew were piped to dinner.

In the afternoon, part of the students were permitted to go on shore;

the band played, and several boat-races took place, very much to the

delight of the people on shore, as well as those on board. At six

o'clock the ship was opened for the reception of visitors, who came off

in large numbers to inspect the vessel. After dark there was a

brilliant display of fireworks, and the Young America blazed with

blue-lights and Roman candles, set off by boys on the cross-trees, and

at the yard-arms. At ten the festivities closed, and all was still in

the steerage and on deck.

The next morning, the ship got under way, and stood out of the harbor,

bound for Brockway again. She had a light breeze, and a smooth time, and

the boys had the satisfaction of seeing every rag of canvas spread,

including studding-sails alow and aloft; but it was not till after dark

that the ship came to anchor at her former moorings.

Wilton and Monroe were released from confinement in the morning, and

permitted to go on deck. Whatever their shipmates might have said, they

felt that they had been severely punished, especially as they had failed

in their runaway expedition. Wilton did not feel any more kindly towards

Shuffles when he was released than when he had been ordered to his room.

He felt that his late crony had been a traitor, and he was unable to

take any higher view of the circumstances.

"Wilton," said Mr. Lowington, when he met the runaway on deck, the day

after the Fourth, "I told you that you had made a mistake. Do you

believe it yet?"

"I suppose I do, sir."

"You suppose you do! Don't you know?"

"Yes, sir, I think I did make a mistake," replied Wilton, who found it

very hard to acknowledge the fact.

"I do not refer to your punishment, when I allude to the consequences of

your misdeed, for that was very light. You have fallen very low in the

estimation of your superiors."

"Do you mean Mr. Shuffles, sir?"

"I did not mean the officers exclusively, though I believe they have a

proper respect for the discipline of the ship."

"I don't think Shuffles need to say anything."

"He hasn't said anything."

"He is worse than I am."

"Shuffles has done very well, and merits the approbation of the

principal and the instructors."

"They don't know him as well as I do," growled Wilton.

"They probably know him better. Your remarks do not exhibit a proper

spirit towards an officer. He defeated your plan to escape, but he did

no more than his duty. He would have been blamed, perhaps punished, if

he had done any less."

"I don't find any fault with him for doing his duty, but I don't like to

be snubbed by one who is worse than I am. If you knew what I know, sir,

you would turn him out of the after cabin."

"Then it is fortunate for him that I don't know what you know," replied

Mr. Lowington, sternly. "If you wish to injure him in my estimation, you

will not succeed."

"He is going to get up a mutiny one of these days. He told me all about

it," continued Wilton, desperately, when he found that the principal was

in no mood to listen to his backbiting.

"That will do, Wilton? I don't wish to hear anything more about that

matter. Your testimony against Shuffles, under present circumstances, is

not worth the breath you use in uttering it."

"I thought it was my duty to tell you, if any one was trying to get up a

mutiny."

"You did not think so; you are telling me this story to revenge yourself

against the third lieutenant for his fidelity. Whether there is, or is

not, any truth in what you say, I shall take no notice of it."

"It is all true, sir. He did speak to me about getting up a mutiny,

locking up the professors, taking the ship, and going round Cape Horn;

and he will not deny it."

"He will have no opportunity to deny it to me, for I shall not mention

the subject to him. Go to your duty, and remember that you have injured

yourself more than Shuffles by this course."

Wilton hung his head, and went forward, cheated of his revenge, and

disconcerted by the rebuke he had received.

Mr. Lowington was quite willing to believe that Shuffles had talked

about a mutiny, while he was in the steerage, but there was at least no

present danger of an extravagant scheme being put into operation. He

understood Shuffles perfectly; he knew that his high office and his

ambition were his only incentives to fidelity in the discharge of his

duty; but he had fairly won his position, and he was willing to let him

stand or fall by his own merits. He was not a young man of high moral

principle, as Paul Kendall, and Gordon, and Carnes were; but the

discipline of the ship was certainly doing wonders for him, though it

might ultimately fail of its ends.

The ship came to anchor, the band was sent on shore, and the Fourth of

July holidays were ended. On the following morning the studies were

resumed, and everything on board went on as usual. A few days later, the

ship went on a cruise to the eastward, spending a week in each of the

principal ports on the coast. The students soon became so accustomed to

the motion of the ship, that none of them were seasick and the

recitations were regularly heard, whether the Young America was in port

or at sea.

When the cold weather came, stoves were put up in the cabins and in the

steerage, and the routine of the ship was not disturbed; but Mr.

Lowington dreaded the ice and snow, and the severe weather of

mid-winter, and in November, the Young America started on a cruise to

the southward, and in the latter part of December she was in Chesapeake

Bay. In March she returned to Brockway. By this time the crew were all

thorough seamen, and had made excellent progress in their studies. Mr.

Lowington was entirely satisfied with the success of his experiment, and

was resolved to persevere in it.

The boys were in splendid discipline, and there had not been a case of

serious illness on board during the year. Besides the six hours of study

and recitation required of the pupils per day, they were all trained in

gymnastics by Dr. Winstock, the surgeon, who had a system of his own,

and was an enthusiast on the subject. This exercise, with the ordinary

ship's duty, kept them in excellent physical condition; and while their

brown faces and rosy cheeks indicated a healthy state of the body, their

forms were finely developed, and their muscles scientifically trained.

Greek and Latin, German and French, with the ordinary English branches

pursued in high schools and academies, were taught on board, and the

instructors were satisfied that the boys accomplished twice as much as

was ordinarily done in similar institutions on shore, and without injury

to the students. Everything was done by rule, and nothing was left to

the whims and caprices of teachers and scholars. Just so much study was

done every day, and no more. There was no sitting up nights; there were

no balls and parties, theatres and concerts, to interfere with the work;

no late suppers of escalloped oysters and lobster salads to be eaten.

Boys who had bad habits were watched, and injurious tendencies

corrected.

But the students enjoyed their life on shipboard. As the vessel went

from port to port, new scenes were opened to them. Those who could be

trusted were allowed to go on shore in their off-time; and as all their

privileges depended upon their good conduct, they were very careful to

do their duty, both as students and as seamen, cheerfully and

faithfully.

The Young America dropped her anchor in Brockway Harbor on the 5th of

March, on her return from her southern cruise. The first term of the

second year was to commence on the 1st of April, and it was understood

that the ship would sail for Europe on the last day of March. The vessel

needed some repairs, and all the students were allowed a furlough of

twenty days to visit their homes.

Several of the larger boys, including Carnes, had obtained places in the

navy, and were not to return. Two or three were to enter college in the

summer, and a few were to go into mercantile houses; but these vacancies

would be more than filled by the applicants who had been waiting months

for an opportunity to join the ship.

After the departure of the students, the Young America was docked, and

the necessary repairs made upon her. She was thoroughly cleansed and

painted, and came out as good as new. Before the return of the boys, her

provisions, water, and stores, were taken on board, and all the

preparations made for a foreign voyage. On the 25th of the month she was

anchored again at her old moorings, and in the course of the next two

days all the instructors and pupils were in their places. There were

eleven new boys.

"Young gentlemen," said Mr. Lowington, as he mounted his usual rostrum,

"I am happy to see you again, and to welcome you on board. Our

experience during the coming season will be much more interesting and

exciting than that of the last year. We shall proceed immediately to

Europe, and all who are worthy of the privilege will have an opportunity

to visit the principal cities of Europe--London, Paris, Naples, St.

Petersburg. We shall go up the Baltic and up the Mediterranean, in this

or a subsequent cruise, and I can safely promise you, not only an

interesting, but a profitable trip. In a circular I have informed your

parents and guardians of my purposes, and you are shipped this time for

a foreign voyage, with their consent and approval."

This speech caused no little excitement among the boys, who anticipated

a great deal from the summer voyage. It was no small thing to visit

London, Paris, and St. Petersburg, and not many boys obtain such an

opportunity.

"But, young gentlemen, I believe in discipline and progress, as most of

you know. I expect every student to do his whole duty; and I wish to

tell you now, that misconduct, and failures at recitation, will bring

heavy disappointments upon you. If you do nothing for yourselves, you

need expect nothing from me. For example, when the ship is going up the

Thames, if any one of you, or any number of you, should be guilty of

flagrant misconduct, or gross neglect of your studies, you will see no

more of the city of London than you can see from the cross-trees, for

you shall not put a foot on shore."

"Rather steep," whispered one of the new comers.

"That's so, but he means it," replied an old student.

"We shall be at sea, out of sight of land, for twenty or thirty days,"

continued Mr. Lowington. "We shall encounter storms and bad weather,

such as none of you have ever seen; for in going from port to port, last

season, we were enabled to avoid all severe weather. We shall go to sea

now with no harbor before us till we reach the other side of the

Atlantic, and we must take whatever comes. But the ship is as strong as

a ship can be built, and with good management she would stand any gale

that ever blew. Good management includes good discipline, and every

officer and seaman must be faithful in the discharge of his duty, for

the safety of the ship and all on board of her will depend upon the

fidelity of each individual.

"Young gentlemen, there are eleven new scholars: they must take the

vacant berths after the ship's company is organized on the old plan. The

offices will be given out and the berths drawn by the merit roll for

January, February, and a portion of March--only about nine weeks of term

time."

Shuffles, who stood near the principal, looked very much disconcerted

when this announcement was made, and whispered to Paul Kendall that it

was not fair to distribute the offices by last year's record. While the

Young America was lying at anchor in Chesapeake Bay, in December,

Shuffles, then second lieutenant, had received a letter from his mother,

in which she had informed him that his family would visit Europe in the

following spring, and that he would leave the ship, and form one of the

party. This information had caused him to relax his efforts as a

student, and he had fallen very low in rank. This was the reason why the

proposed distribution of offices was not fair.

When Shuffles went home on his furlough of twenty days, he had behaved

so badly that his father refused to have him form one of the party in

the trip abroad, and compelled him to return to the ship for another

year of wholesome discipline under Mr. Lowington. Angry and indignant,

Shuffles did return and the announcement that the offices were to be

distributed by the merit roll did not add to his equanimity.

"I will now read the record of marks," said the principal, "and announce

the officers for the next term."

The boys were silent and anxious; for places in the after cabin were

more highly valued than ever, now that the Young America was going to

Europe.

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