_A FAITHFUL GUARD. A PROPOSITION. A RUSE. A DENOUEMENT. SAIL HO! THE
LONG TOM HOLDS ANOTHER CONVERSATION. A VALUABLE PRIZE. MORE PRISONERS
THAN VICTORS. CHAGRIN OF THE ENEMY._
|Channing, furnished every comfort the brig would afford to the two
liberated Americans, showing a kind and friendly consideration for them,
and that he had their interests near at heart. The day passed on in the
usual routine of the vessel as she stood on her Northern course. Young
Lovell and his companion in prison, after being shaved and furnished
with comfortable clothing and enjoying a few days of plenty and
comparative rest, looked like different beings. Captain Channing having
learned of the martial skill and experience of Lovell, had as we have
seen, placed him as his second in command, immediately after his arrival
on board the Constance; since which time he had trusted almost entirely
her management and sailing to him, while he passed the greater portion
of his time in his cabin below, apparently in study, reading, &c.;
appearing upon deck but seldom and then only for a short period at a
time.
The fourth day out from Havana, Captain Channing sent word from the
cabin that he wished to see Mr. Lovell. The mate came forthwith,
saluting the young commander with due respect, for Channing was strict
in exacting every degree of the usual forms on ship-board. Lovell
had learned of the captain’s noble conduct during the voyage; of the
suppression of the mutiny, and various other matters that had led
him earnestly to desire an opportunity to express his admiration and
respect.
But since his arrival on board, the captain had remained almost entirely
below, as above said, leaving the charge of matters to his first mate,
in whom he appeared to place all confidence as well as all trust. He had
seldom appeared upon deck and when he did so, it was in such a manner
as to preclude all attempt at gaining his ear in conversation even for a
moment.
‘The captain’s very handsome, don’t you think so?’ said Herbert one day
to Lovell, when during a clear calm he had left the barque and come on
board the brig. ‘He’s evidently commissioned by your girl down there at
Lynn, at the High Rock Hamlet. I should not like to have such a young
hero for a _rival_, Lovell, that’s all!’ said Herbert playfully.
‘I’ve been trying to get his ear for a few minutes ever since we sailed
from Cuba,’ said Lovell, ‘but he keeps down below there so snugly that
one don’t see much of him, though it’s all a compliment to me, Herbert,
don’t you think so?’
‘Of course, sir, for he trusts you far enough.’
‘That’s the way I look at it, Herbert. But he’s a stern sour sort of a
man, I think, and must have met with some cross--he never laughs.’
‘He’s a gentleman, though, every inch of him,’ said Jack Herbert warmly,
‘rival or no rival, and clear grit when he’s up. Why, bless you, Bill
Lovell, he didn’t make any more of blowing that mutinous Englishman into
eternity than I would have done despatching a dog.’
‘I’m his debtor at any rate,’ said Lovell, thoughtfully. ‘To be sure you
are, you may give him all the thanks that you are not rotting in that
cursed prison yonder at Havana, this very hour. What could I have done
alone? Just nothing at all; it took him to plan, and as to that matter,
to execute the business too.’
‘How odd that this Irishman insists upon sleeping at his cabin door
_every_ night when off watch; can you account for it?’
‘Why--you see Terrence loves the captain for having done some kindness
to his poor old mother when she was about to die; well you see these
Irishmen can remember a kindness as well as the best of us. Ever since
the attempt of Captain Brownless and the English cook upon Channing’s
life, this man Terrence won’t leave the spot where he thinks the captain
sleeps. He says he must have a hand in the next fight and so he guards
the door.’
‘Faithful fellow,’ said Lovell.
It was the subsequent day to this conversation, that Lovell was
summoned, as we have said, to the captain’s cabin. ‘Mr. Lovell,’ said
the captain, ‘take a seat, sir.’
‘Thank you, sir.’
‘Do you know who commissioned me to do you the service I have rendered,
in releasing yourself and comrade from prison?’ asked the captain.
‘I was told, sir, by Mr. Herbert, that it was she who is dearest to me
of all the world. I have desired, sir, several times already to speak
with you upon the subject, but I thought I discovered an unwillingness
to hold conversation on your part, sir, and I have contented myself
consequently with what I could learn from Mr. Herbert.’
‘She is a good girl, sir, and I half envy you,’ said the captain.
‘Thank you, sir, I can hear her complimented all day with the utmost
patience.’
‘Egad, Mr. Lovell, couldn’t I do something in that quarter myself? What
do you think? ‘Sir?’
‘Don’t you think I might possibly succeed with the lady?’ Lovell stood
wondering for a moment, and then said half in doubt--
‘I beg pardon, sir.’
‘For what do you beg pardon, Mr. Lovell?’ asked the captain.
‘I don’t exactly understand you, sir.’
‘You are very dull.’
‘I fear I am, sir.’
‘Well, say for instance, then, if I should make you a present of this
brig, all her equipments and armament, wouldn’t you be willing to give
up the lady and become the captain and owner of the fastest and best
privateer that sails out of the colonies? What say you, Mr. Lovell?’
Lovell paused for a moment in thought, not to consider the proposition
that was made to him, but the idea struck him that the man before him
was the _late captain of the king’s cutter, Burnet_, whom he had never
seen and knew only by description. What could possibly have induced him
to undertake his deliverance from prison?
‘I see it all,’ said Lovell to himself, ‘Fanny has made this service the
price of her hand, and the reward he will receive will be the death blow
to my happiness.’
Lovell in his agitation rose and walked the cabin hurriedly; at length
turning to the captain, he said--
‘Captain Channing, or whatever be your name, I beg pardon, sir, I mean
no disrespect to you, far from it, I am already deeply your debtor; but
if any other man had made me that proposition, I would have fought him
to the last gasp. Death, sir,’ said Lovell warming himself with the
thought, ‘is the girl of one’s heart to be made a marketable article
of?’
‘Excuse me, Mr. Lovell, said the captain, endeavoring to suppress some
evident feelings in the matter, ‘but I designed to see if you were
worthy of so good a girl. For let me tell you, sir, it is solely by her
solicitations that I am here.’
‘I am gratified, sir, at this explanation,’ said Lovell, gratefully,
‘but I fear that I can never repay the debt I owe you.’
‘The less said upon this point the better, Mr. Lovell. I am paid through
a source that you will be made acquainted with.’
‘My gratitude is none the less, sir,’ said Lovell, half trembling at the
import of the captain’s last words.
‘I suppose you have heard of the state of affairs at Boston,
Mr. Lovell,’ asked the captain, evidently bent upon changing the
conversation.
‘The town is besieged by the Continentals I’m told.’
‘Yes, and in a starving condition.’
‘I’m impatient to have a hand in the drama,’ said Lovell.
‘Herbert has doubtless told you of the affairs of Lexington Concord and
Breed’s. The Americans have taught the king’s troops at least that they
have got no mean enemy to contend with in the colonists, and that
the boasted dower of the royal army is not invincible. We left the
continental army stretched from Roxbury to Cambridge, over an extent of
twelve miles, and under command of Washington, seconded by Putnam, Lee,
and such of the most able men of the province as had come together.
There will be sharp work there, ere long, if it has not already taken
place,’ said the captain.
‘And during all this time I have been lying idle and inactive in a
Spanish prison,’ said Lovell. ‘I’m all impatience, sir, to join the
glorious service of liberty.’
‘I have been thinking,’ continued Channing, ‘that the barque yonder will
be no poor acquisition to the force of the colonists, and then we have
quite a large amount of powder and small arms on board which are much
needed by the beseiging army.’
‘Very true, sir, no doubt,’ said Lovell in reply. ‘We shall be on the
coast in a few days according to my reckoning, and may perhaps hope to
fall in with some English craft that we can make a prize of.’
‘We must look out sharp for ourselves first, Mr. Lovell,’ said the
captain, ‘for the harbor of Boston literally swarms with men of war.’
‘I beg pardon, sir, but--’
‘But what, Mr. Lovell?’
‘I was about to ask you, sir, if we had ever met before.’
‘I believe you have seen me every day, Mr. Lovell, since you came on
board the Constance. I have certainly seen you.’
‘I mean, sir, some time since.’
‘We may have met in Boston.’
‘Perhaps it is so,’ said Lovell, but positively I never knew a
countenance make such an impression upon me.’
‘I hope you are pleased with your captain, sir.’
‘Certainly, captain--excuse me--or rather my seeming impertinence, but
really I was a little lost in thought. Why, Heaven bless me, sir, you
resemble the Campbell family at Lynn enough to be a member.’
‘I’m told that I am rather dark for an American. Are the family of whom
you speak peculiar in this respect?’
‘Not at all, sir.’
‘Where’s the resemblance, then?’
‘That is the very matter that has so puzzled me for the last five
minutes, sir, for were you of lighter complexion--’
‘Well, sir?’
‘I--I--God of Heaven,’ said Lovell, ‘how like her?
‘What puzzles you now, Mr. Lovell?’
‘I was thinking of home, sir,’ said Lovell, thoughtfully.
‘Happy thoughts, I hope.’
‘Oh, yes,’ said Lovell abstractedly.
‘You appear surprised at something, Mr. Lovell’
‘Yes, sir, that is--’ said Lovell, gazing at the captain with his mouth
absolutely wide open with surprise.
‘William!’
‘Fanny!’
The two were instantly clasped in each other’s arms.
‘My own Fanny,’ said Lovell.
‘Ever thine own,’ was the response.
‘Brave girl, why this is almost a miracle!’
‘Without Heaven’s blessing it would all have failed, William; let us
thank Heaven then for the happy issue.’
‘But I cannot believe that a female, a mere girl of but twenty years,
could accomplish what thou hast done, Fanny; how can it be possible?
Thou hast compassed that which would have done credit to a naval
captain,’ and he strained her again to his breast. ‘And I have been here
in this brig with you these four days and my heart did not tell me that
I was near you; how can this be true?’
‘No wonder, you thought me as dusky as a negro.’
‘I did not once suspect that you were colored.’
‘It is stain put on for a more perfect disguise.’
‘Most perfectly done.’
‘It has proved so, since it has deceived you,’ said Fanny, laughing
through her tears of joy.
‘It was well conceived, my noble girl,’ said Lovell, ‘and these clothes
too--I never saw you look more interesting.’
Fanny managed to blush even through the deep tinge of brown that bronzed
her handsome cheek. And when does a female look more interesting than
when betraying the modest color of virtue. It is a rainbow from the
heart showing it to be unvitiated by the evil and bitterness of the
world.
‘Shall I wear these to the end of the voyage?’ asked Fanny.
‘Ask no privilege of me,’ said Lovell, you are still master and
commander here, and will, I hope, continue so.’
‘I, too, have thought it best--indeed absolutely necessary that I should
continue my disguise until our arrival in port.’
‘It is, certainly,’ said Lovell. ‘But tell me, Fanny, how you possibly
could have attained the knowledge you have displayed in this emergency?
for I am free to confess you have sailed this brig as well, and
commanded these turbulent fellows, as I could have done it with years of
experience.’
‘I’ll tell thee, William. Soon after your departure from home, my heart
being on the sea, I made almost every trip out with my father, for the
whole season, until I understood fully the management of the schooner,
which, you remember, was half a brig in its rig. I read, too, every
nautical work I could procure, from love alone of the sea, where I knew
you were, but never in my most romantic moments did I imagine that these
acquirements would be of the service to me which they have proved. Of
our kind friend Rev. Mr. Livingston, of Boston, I learned navigation,
practically too, for you know he was for many years a seaman. Since
then, experience and good fortune have done the rest.’
‘Thou hast been a most apt scholar.’
‘Say rather a willing one, William.’
‘I may say both, and say truly.’
‘Stubborn as ever,’ said Fanny, playfully.
‘But why have you kept concealed from me these four days?’
‘I have confined myself below so much of the time to enable you to find
yourself fairly at liberty before you should know that it was your Fanny
who had released you, backed by a generous and active crew. I believed
it best for many reasons and thought I should be happier to do so. I
shall now appear as heretofore upon deck, and you shall see how willing
and apt these fellows are. Would you believe it, William? they love me,
I really believe, though I have put on a severity at times,’ and here
Fanny scowled as fiercely as she might, by way of explanation.
‘How could they help loving thee, Fanny? said Lovell, pressing her
fondly in his arms and impressing a kiss upon her lips.
‘There, that will do,’ said she, gently unclasping his embrace, ‘_you_
must not abate one iota in your respect or distance, William, while on
deck, and before the people, or we may have another mutiny; be careful
you address me as Captain Channing, don’t be forgetful.’
‘I’ll remember, trust me.’
The two then proceeded to the quarter-deck, Lovell paying the customary
respect to his commanding officer.
‘Sail ho,’ shouted the look-out, with the long drawl peculiar to the
hail.
‘Where away,’ promptly demanded the captain,
William Lovell could not disguise his nervousness lest Fanny should
betray herself; now that he knew the secret other disguise he feared
that it might be disclosed at any moment. But there was nothing wanting;
she was perfect even in all the minutiæ of sea parlance.
‘Two points on the starboard bow,’ answered the look out.
Fanny taking a glass, coolly surveyed the stranger for several-minutes.
‘English, I think,’ she observed to Lovell, referring to the stranger.
‘I make her out so,’ was the reply.
‘It remains to be seen whether we are to run or fight,’ said Captain
Channing, (for so we will continue to call Fanny, who was still the same
to the crew,) ‘It must be a fast vessel that the Constance cannot spare
a topsail to.’
The two vessels neared each other fast, and it was soon evident that
the stranger was an English vessel of some five hundred tons, and
consequently much larger than the Constance, That she was an armed
vessel too, was soon quite evident, for suddenly a cloud of smoke burst
from her bows, and anon the dull heavy report of a cannon came down
across the water to the brig.
‘Show them that pine tree, Mr. Lovell, that’s what they want.’
‘Ay, ay, sir,’ said the mate, promptly obeying the order.
But no sooner had the flag of the colonial Congress reached its station
aloft and expanded to the breeze, than the report of another gun came
booming heavily over the sea from the stranger, and this time also a
shot; but the ball fell far short of the brig and her consort, throwing a
jet of spray aloft as it struck the sea and sunk into its depths.
The captain and the first mate conversed together earnestly for a few
moments, when the captain turning towards the crew with a countenance
beaming with spirit, said: ‘Clear away the long-tom, and prepare for
action.’
A dozen willing hands promptly executed the order, and the mate soon
took his station by the gun to superintend its management, but not until
he had in an under tone urged Fanny to leave the deck and secure herself
below.
‘What! skulk below?’ said Fanny, ‘No no, I have seen this game before’
‘That’s the talk,’ said Terrence Moony, as the order was given to clear
away the gun. ‘Jist give me that crisscross flag of England to look at
for an enemy and I’ll fight all day, grub time and all. Arrah yes, ye
blockheads,’ said he stripping himself to his shirt and trowsers to
work at the gun. Terrence loved the English about as well as his satanic
majesty affects holy water, and no more, believe us.
‘Be quiet there, forward,’ said Lovell, hearing the loud talk of
Terrence as he held forth thus, rather boisterously to the crew, on the
forecastle.
‘Ay ay, your honor,’ said Terrence submissively.
‘Moony, come here,’ said Lovell, half angry at the noise.
‘Ay ay, sir,’ continued the willing Irishman promptly and respectfully
obeying the call.
‘What are you grumbling about there, forward, eh?’
‘Only saying my prayers, yer honor, before going into battle. That’s
scripture, I belave, sir, ain’t it, Mr. Lovell?’
‘Are you afraid, Terrence?’
‘Afraid, is it, did you say, afraid that I was?’
‘That’s what I asked’
‘Your honor’s joking’
‘No, sir, you said you were at prayers, consequently I thought you might
be suffering from fear, Terrence; a reasonable deduction certainly.’
‘Arrah, neither devil nor saint can scare Terrence Moony, your honor;
just give me the best place at the gun, and you shall see how afraid I
am. Och, afraid is it?’
‘I see you are all right, Terrence, a brave soul at the bottom.’
‘Wouldn’t you get Captain Channing to step down here in the waist, your
honor?’ said Terrence, emboldened by the kind manner in which Lovell had
spoken to him to be a little more familiar than was his custom to be.
‘And what for, prithee? why should he leave the quarter deck?’
‘Why, yer see, yer honor, he has such a way with him, it would encourage
the men to hear the music of his voice, down here. Why, saving your
honor’s presence, dam me, if I ever heard so swate a voice. Do you think
the saints in Heaven will talk nater or more agreeable than him, Mr.
Lovell?’ asked Terrence earnestly.
‘I don’t know,’ said Lovell interested in spite of himself, ‘you ask
queer questions, Terrence,’ and he busied himself about the gun, as if
he heeded not the words of the Irishman, when, in fact each one was a
torch to his heart strings.
‘Yer see, yer honor,’ continued Terrence respectfully, ‘if he would
jist step down here he would have the protection of the waist, ye see,
instead of standing up there for them blackguards to shoot at.’
Lovell appreciated the kind thoughtful spirit that prompted this
suggestion, and began himself to feel quite uneasy at the exposed
position of Channing.
‘Forward there,’ said the captain at this instant, ‘all ready there with
your gun?’
‘Ay, ay,’ said Lovell.
‘Steady there--fire!’
The brig trembled to her very keel with the recoil of the gun. Lovell
was less inexperienced in matters of gunnery than Herbert, and his
first shot unlike that of honest Jack went plump into the deck of the
stranger, filling the air all around with splinters and her crew with
wounds.
‘Hurrah,’ said Terrence Moony in great glee, turning from swabbing out
the gun to see the effect of the iron messenger. ‘Perhaps ye’s will like
a few more of them pills; it don’t take but a small number for a dose
any how.’
‘Keep her away,’ said Channing, to the helmsman of the brig. ‘Well done,
Mr. Lovell, that shot planted just right, could’nt have been better
done, and another right to the same spot--it’s a vital place.
‘Keep her away, I say,’ continued Channing to the man at the helm.
‘That’s it--hold her so,’ his object being still to pass at such a
distance from the enemy as to prevent him from bringing his small guns
to bear upon the brig; it being evident at the outset that he had no
guns equal to that amidships the brig.
Jack Herbert had ranged-close up in the barque under the lee of the
Constantine and within easy hailing distance. His voice was soon heard
on board the brig.
‘Brig-a-hoy!’
‘Ay, ay, what’s wanting,’ asked Channing through his trumpet.
‘Shall I range up and get a few shots at the stranger, sir, with my
short pieces?’ The guns will go off of themselves if we don’t use them
soon!’
‘No--no, Mr. Herbert, keep well away on your present course, we have not
got any men to lose by a close action.
If we were well manned, we might afford to run down there and make a
gallant show of it yard-arm to yardarm.’
‘Ay, ay,’ said the disappointed Herbert sheering off.
The long tom which the Constance carried amidships, proved now as on
former occasions to be her salvation; for while the enemy was well
equipped with arms, ammunition and also well manned, yet she had no
metal of sufficient weight to cope with the brig while at a distance at
which the fight began.
This distance the Constance by good management kept through the
engagement. The shots from the brig were doing fearful execution on
board the stranger; splinters were flying from the hull at almost every
discharge of the long tom, while her own ineffectual shot fell far short
of the intended mark. The unequal battle continued thus but a short time
before the ship--which had suffered severely both in hull and rigging
as well as by the death of four of her crew and the wounding of of
others--like the barque the Constance had taken in the West Indies,
found it absolutely necessary to haul down her (colours) in submission.
The brig then veered up within hailing distance of the prize, and
ordered her to send a boat with the captain on board. This order being
promptly complied with, Lovell with half a dozen men armed to the teeth
were sent on board to take formal possession of the ship. Lovell, in the
execution of this order, found one man on board the prize, whom it gave
him much trouble to secure, and who wounded two of the Constance’s crew
slightly before he was subdued. This man proved to be the mate of the
prize, and he told Lovell although the captain had struck, he had not,
and that they should have sunk the ship before he would have done so.
But the man was soon bound securely by the seamen, and placed in safe
keeping.
The prize proved to be a valuable one bound from Liverpool to Boston
with stores and ammunition for the royal army. The home government were
not yet informed that the colonists had fitted out privateers, and that
they should have them so soon to contend against on the sea as well as
the land; therefore they had trusted the transportation of the stores
in question to a merchant craft of the large class and only protected
by the armament of vessels of her tonnage and trade. They necessarily
carried a few guns to protect them from the daring Hovers whom prizes
tempted to range abroad upon the ocean, and who were continually lying
in wait for vessels of this class.
Though the prize had a crew of fifteen men, besides her officers, yet we
have seen that this number could avail them nothing against an enemy
who could fight them ‘out of harm’s reach,’ and thus had the ship fallen
into the hands of Channing, rendering his command quite a little fleet.
From the small number of hands and the large number of the prisoners, he
anticipated some trouble, and therefore endeavored by every precaution
to avert it. In pursuance of this purpose, the prisoners were confined
in chains, a resort which went much against Channing’s feelings, but
he felt obliged to yield to the necessities of the case. All hands were
soon employed in repairing the new prize so as to enable them, to bring
her into port. This having been accomplished in a few hours, Lovell took
command of the ship just added to the little fleet. He was exceedingly
loth to leave Channing alone as it were in the brig, but orders were
given that each of the prizes should be kept as nearly within hailing
distance of the Constance as possible, and as it was fortunately
moderate weather although somewhat cold, this was easily accomplished.
The former crew of the Constance was now divided so as to be but eight
men in each vessel, while the prisoners actually doubled that number!
This was short handed indeed, more, especially when we consider the
peculiar rig and mode of managing a vessel in those days. In these more
modern times the numerous conveniences that inventive genius had applied
in the building and finding of ships, have rendered the management of
them comparatively an easy task, and by far less number of hands than
was found necessary seventy years ago. What a wonderful change has half
a century even, made in the art of navigation. Already do the floating
castles of every nation defy both wind and tide, and vessels that
formerly required twenty-five hands to sail them are now well served
with fourteen or fifteen.
The captain and crew of the new prize were equally chagrined with
those in the barque when they found to what a weak force in numbers
they had surrounded. Their rage was unbounded and openly expressed, and
though they were closely confined, yet Channing was constantly prepared
and on guard, lest they should attempt to rise and take the brig. It was
doubtless his constant vigilance that saved him from this catastrophe,
it being evident that the prisoners were continually on the watch for a
favorable opportunity. The English captain of the last prize could not
reconcile himself in the least degree to his situation, to think that he
should, to use his own words:
‘Have surrendered to a d--d boy of a rebel.’
But his anger was all to no purpose, for the vigilant guard kept upon
him and the prisoners, though by a small number, in connection with
the secure manner in which they were confined, rendered all attempt
at resistance, or release of themselves to be useless. They chafed
and foamed but that was all they could do, for they were like furious
animals in a menagerie, completely caged.