Captain Oliver had directed me to meet him at the "George," and I found
him standing on the steps of that aristocratic hotel to which very few
midshipmen of those days ever thought of going. My mother, being well
acquainted with the internal economy of a man-of-war, had provided me
with a chest of very moderate dimensions, at which no First-Lieutenant,
however strict, could cavil. It and I were deposited at the hotel, and
the waiter, seeing the kind way in which the Captain treated me, must
have taken me for a young lord at least, and ordered the porter to carry
it forthwith inside.
"That will do," said the Captain, as he eyed it. "And now you must come
and get measured for your uniforms, and procure other necessaries, as I
hope we may be off in two or three days at furthest."
I found that Captain Oliver had paid off the "Grecian," and commissioned
a new frigate, the "Orion," to which most of his officers and men had
been turned over, and that she was about to proceed to the Indian
station. "There was no use telling your poor mother this," he observed.
"The thoughts that you would be so long separated from her would only
have added to her grief at parting from you, and as far as you are
concerned, my boy, the time will soon pass by, and you will come back
nearly ready for a swab on your shoulder."
The tailor, under the Captain's inspection, having examined the contents
of my chest, made a note of the things I required besides. My outfit
was soon complete.
"And now, my lad, my coxswain will take charge of you and your chest,"
said the Captain, "and see you safely on board."
Greatly to my delight, Toby Kiddle soon afterwards made his appearance.
"Why, Mr Burton," he said, and I thought his eyes twinkled as he
addressed me with that title. "Why, you see, the Captain's last
coxswain slipped his cable a few months ago, and as I was one of the
Captain's oldest shipmates, and he knew he could trust me, he has
appointed me, and I never wish to serve under a better captain." Having
purchased a few other articles with Farmer Cocks' five-pound note, which
Toby Kiddle suggested I should find useful, we chartered a wherry to go
to the frigate.
Among other things I got two or three pounds of tobacco. "You see, Mr
Burton, if you deal it out now and then to the men, it will show them
that you have not forgotten them; and though you are on the
quarter-deck, that you are not proud, as some youngsters show
themselves, but still have a kindly feeling towards them." I gladly
followed his advice. As we approached the "Orion," and I observed her
handsome hull, her well-squared yards, and her trim and gallant
appearance, I felt proud of belonging to so fine a frigate. The
boatswain's whistle was piping shrilly as we went up the side, and as my
eye fell on the person who was sounding it, I had an idea that I
recollected him. I asked Toby who he was. "Your old friend, Bill
King," he said. "I wanted to see whether you would remember him; I am
glad you do. It is a good sign when old friends are not forgotten."
While Kiddle got my chest up, and paid the boatman, I went and reported
myself to Mr Schank as come on board; and very proud I felt as I
stepped on the quarter-deck in my bran-new midshipman's uniform. The
First-Lieutenant, who was stumping on his wooden leg here and there with
active movements, watching the proceedings of the various gangs of men
at work in different ways, stopped when he saw me and smiled kindly. He
had grown thinner, if not taller, since I last saw him, and looked
somewhat like the scathed trunk of a once lofty poplar, battered and
torn by a hundred tempests.
"You know the ways of a ship, Ben, pretty well, but as you are still
somewhat small, I have asked Mr Oldershaw--one of the mates--to stand
your friend, and he will give you a help also in navigation. And, Ben,
mind, do not you be ashamed of asking him anything you want to know.
You may live a long time on board ship, and still learn nothing about
seamanship, if you do not keep your eyes open, and try to get others to
explain what you do not understand." As Mr Schank spoke, he beckoned
to a grey-headed old mate who just then came on deck. "This is the
youngster I spoke to you about, Mr Oldershaw," he said. "You will have
an eye on him, and I hope you will be able to give a good report of his
behaviour." I naturally looked up at my protector's countenance, and
was well-satisfied with the expression I saw on it. He soon afterwards
took me down below, and on my way told me that I was to be in his watch,
and that if I did not become a good seaman before the cruise was up, it
should not be his fault.
"You see, Ben, I feel an interest in you on many accounts. I entered
before the mast, and was placed on the quarter-deck, much as you may be
said to have been, and was also left an orphan at an early age. I have
not been very fortunate as to promotion; indeed, though my family were
very respectable in life, I had no interest. I suppose some day I shall
be made a lieutenant, and then I do not expect to rise much higher; but
a lieutenant is a gentleman by rank, and though the half-pay is not
overwhelming, yet, as I have saved a little prize-money, I shall have
enough to keep me till I am placed under the green sward. When I visit
some quiet churchyard, I often think how sweet a resting-place it would
be after having been knocked about all one's life on the stormy ocean,
and after having met with so many disappointments and sorrows."
I do not know what induced Oldershaw to speak to me in that way, for in
truth he was one of the happiest and most contented people on board, so
it seemed to me. While others grumbled and growled he never uttered a
word of complaint in public, but took everything as it came, in the most
good-humoured manner. He was a true friend to me from that time
forward, and gave me many a lesson in wisdom as well as in other
matters, which was of value to me through life. Tom Twigg who was the
only midshipman I knew, received me cordially. There was another young
gentleman, who, though he might have been older, was considerably
smaller than I was. There was a roguish, mischievous look about the
countenance of Dicky Esse, which showed me at once that I must be
prepared for tricks of all sorts from him. Another mate was seated in
the berth, to whom Oldershaw introduced me. His name, I found, was
Pember. He was a broad-shouldered, rough-looking man, with a
suspiciously red countenance and nose, his features marked and scored
with small-pox and his eyelids so swelled, that only a portion of the
inflamed balls could be seen. He uttered a low growl as I entered.
"We have kids enough on board already," he observed. "They will be
sending the nurses with them next."
"Never fear, Pember, he will soon grow out of his kidhood," observed
Oldershaw. "We want young blood to supply the place of us oldsters when
we slip off the stage."
"You mean to be placed over our heads, and to trample us down," said
Pember. "Why there is our skipper. I was a passed midshipman when he
came to sea, and now he is a post-captain, and I am where I was, and
shall be probably to the end of the chapter."
As soon as I could leave the berth I hurried to the boatswain's cabin,
to which Bill King had just then descended. "You do not remember me,
Mr King," said I, shaking him by the hand, "but I recollect you, and
that you were one of my father's oldest shipmates, and my mother's
kindest friend."
"Bless my heart, Ben, is it you?" he exclaimed, for he really had not at
first known me. "Well, I did not think it. I am glad, that I am, boy,
to see you, whom I have dandled in my hands many a time, come to sea on
the quarter-deck. You must be an admiral, Ben, some day, that you must.
Those who have sent you to sea must give you a shove upwards while you
have still youth and strength and health in your favour. To many,
promotion comes too late to do them any real good. When hope is knocked
out of a man he is fit for very little in this world, or rather, I
should say, nothing!"
"And Mrs King?" I asked; "how is she?"
"I could not bring her on board again, Ben, but she is very well, and as
strong and active as ever. She has set up a coffee-shop in Gosport,
which gives her something to do, and will help her to keep the pot
boiling till I get back."
We had a fine run down Channel, and a fair wind carried us along, till
we were in the latitude of the Azores. Our orders were, not to go out
of our way, but to do as much damage and harm to the enemy as we
conveniently could on our voyage to the South. We consequently kept a
bright look-out, in the hopes of falling in with a ship worth capturing.
Several times we had chased vessels, but they either managed to escape
us during the night, or proved to be neutrals. At length, however, when
about twenty leagues to the north of Teneriffe, we saw a sail standing
apparently towards that island. That she was a Spaniard seemed
probable, and there were great hopes that she might prove a merchant
vessel. We made all sail, hoping to overhaul her before the sun went
down, but she was a fast craft, and kept well ahead of us. Hour after
hour passed by. All the glasses on board were constantly turned towards
her. Great doubts at length began to be entertained of our capturing
her after all. In our berth, especially, some of the young gentlemen
were ready to sell their expected share of the prize-money, while others
of more sanguine temperament were not unwilling to buy. Dicky Esse,
especially, wanted to purchase my share.
"What will you give, Esse?" I asked, not, however, making up my mind
that the transaction was a very wise one.
"Ten shillings would be handsome, but I have no objections to give you
thirty. She is very likely to be in ballast, and we are more likely
still not to catch her, so that you at all events will be the gainer of
thirty shillings."
"I should not object to the thirty shillings, but if we take her I may
possibly get thirty pounds, and more than that if she is a richly-laden
craft."
"Don't have anything to do with the business, Ben," exclaimed Oldershaw.
"I do not bet, and do not intend to begin, but I say there are five
chances to one that we shall take her, so keep your prospects in your
pocket, my boy, and I hope they will prove good ones." Although the
hammocks were piped down at the usual hour, very few officers or men
turned in. It was well-known that Captain Oliver would not let the
chase escape as long as there was a prospect of getting hold of her.
There was a bright moon, and by the master's calculation we should sight
Teneriffe before dawn. A sailor's eye alone could have made out the
shadowy form of the chase ahead of us, but not for a moment was she lost
sight of. The wind fell as the night drew on, and the sea became calm,
rippled over only by little wavelets, upon which the moonbeams played
brightly. It was a lovely night. Bright as was the moon, many of the
stars were to be seen also, vying with her in splendour. Yet here were
we, with thousands of stars looking down upon us, about to commit an act
of rapine and slaughter, for such, lawful as it might be thought, was
the deed we were about to do. It was Oldershaw's watch, and I was
walking the deck with him. I made some remark of that sort. He
responded to it.
"Yes, Ben," he said, "I wonder what the bright seraphic beings up
there--for surely there must be such in that pure heaven above us--are
thinking of the proceedings of us mortals down here below. We have to
fight, and it is right to defend our country, but I tell you, Ben, I
have seen a good deal of it, and, putting what people call glory aside,
it is very fearful, disgusting, dirty work. It makes a man feel like a
devil for a time, and it is devilish, there is no doubt about that. I
am in for it, and I expect to have plenty more of the same sort of work
to do, but I am very sure that for men to kill each other is hateful to
the God who made us. There is only one thing worse, and that is when
they lie, and cheat, and deceive each other, and it seems often to me
that more than one-half of the world is employed in doing one or the
other."
"Have we gained much on the chase, Mr Schank?" asked the Captain, who
just then appeared on deck.
"The best part of a mile, sir, I should think, in the course of the last
hour. If the wind does not fall still more, we shall come up with her
soon after daylight. She is heavily laden, and requires a breeze to
send her along."
Oldershaw at length persuaded me to go below and turn in, promising to
have me called should anything occur. When I came on deck in the
morning, as the hammocks were piped up, the chase was still some
distance off, running in for the land, which appeared on our
starboard-bow. We followed her pertinaciously, however, though, as the
wind frequently shifted, we did not gain upon her as at first. At
length, however, we saw her run in for a bay with a fort on one side of
it. "We have her safe now," observed Captain Oliver to Mr Schank.
"Before this time to-morrow I hope she will be ours."
Having reconnoitred the bay, and found that the fort was rather too
strong to attack in the day, Captain Oliver stood off the land once
more. It soon became known that a cutting-out expedition was in
contemplation, and the men were busily employed in sharpening their
cutlasses, and looking to the locks of their pistols. From the
appearance of the chase, there was no doubt that she was a merchant
vessel, and it was hoped would offer no great resistance. Every
precaution which prudence could dictate was taken. Four boats were
ordered to be got ready, and towards evening we again stood in for the
land. A bright look-out had been kept all day, so that there was no
risk of the expected prize having made her escape. I greatly longed to
be in one of the boats, but Oldershaw told me there was no use asking,
as he was sure the Captain would not let me go. He, too, was
disappointed, finding that he was not to be one of the party. The
Second and Third Lieutenants, with Pember and the master, commanded the
two boats, and, all things being ready, away they pulled. They had got
to some distance when it was discovered that they had gone without
signal-rockets or port-fires. Oldershaw, on this, volunteered to carry
them in the dinghy, and I begged that I might accompany him.
"Well, look after the boy, and take care he gets into no mischief, Mr
Oldershaw," said the Captain, "and he may then go."
I was delighted. Toby Kiddle and Pat Brady offered to pull the boat,
for, of course, she had no regular crew. Two other men also
volunteered, and away we went. The other boats, however, had got a long
way ahead. We could only just distinguish the dim outline of the bay.
We pulled rapidly on, when, just as we were at the entrance of the
harbour, suddenly, from the deck of the ship, there burst forth loud
shouts and cries, the flashing of pistols and musketry, and the clashing
of steel, the sounds coming over to us across the calm water. Our men
were hotly engaged, of that there was no doubt, but, from the frequent
flashes of pistols, and the shouts of Spaniards as well as Englishmen,
it was doubtful which was gaining the day. The contest was evidently a
fierce one. Oldershaw's blood, in spite of his principles, was quickly
up, and he evidently thought very little about me or anything else,
except getting on deck as fast as he could, and joining in the fray.
Our crew strained every nerve to get alongside. As we pulled by, the
shouts and cries increased. The whole deck seemed one blaze of fire
from the rapid discharge of pistols and muskets, while every now and
then fearful shrieks burst from the bosoms of those who had been cut
down. The ship was a high one, and there was some difficulty in
climbing up out of our small boat.
"Here's a lower port open!" exclaimed Pat Brady, springing up and
hauling himself into it. We all followed, and found ourselves the sole
possessors of the lower-deck. Whether our people had the fore or after
part of the deck we could not ascertain. We were about, however, to
make our way up, when we caught sight of several figures descending.
They were Spaniards, going apparently to the magazine for more
ammunition. Before they were aware of our presence, our men had sprung
upon them and cut them down. Scarcely had they ceased to breathe when
three other persons came down, apparently for the same object. Led by
Oldershaw, Kiddle and Brady with the others were upon them, and they too
were cut down. It being supposed, probably, that they were skulking, a
still larger number of people came down to look them up in the same
incautious manner, and before they had time to cry out they also were
slaughtered. An officer and several more men, swearing fearfully at the
cowardice of their companions, now jumped below, and were in like manner
cut down. I scarcely like to say how many people were killed in this
fearful way. Our men now made a dash aft with such fury that the
Spaniards on deck thought only of defending their lives. Two dead
bodies came tumbling down the hatchway, as well as another poor fellow,
only half killed, with a desperate wound on his shoulder. I should say
from the way he groaned, and an exclamation he uttered, I felt sure he
was an Englishman. I ran up to him, "Who are you?" I asked. It was
one of our men.
"Is that you, Mr Burton?" he answered, in a faint voice. "It is going
hard with us, for the ship was full of people and they are fighting
well." Oldershaw, who just then came up, heard the words. "We will
turn the tide then!" he exclaimed. "Come on, lads!"
We on this made our way forward, and reached the fore hatchway. Pat
Brady sprang up first, shouting, "The ship is ours! The ship is ours!"
Oldershaw then taking the lead, we rushed aft, where our men were
fighting with a number of Spanish soldiers and seamen. With loud shouts
we dashed at our enemies, who, not seeing our numbers and supposing that
a fresh set of boarders had gained the deck, began to give way.
We pressed on them, those who refused to yield or escape over the
taffrail being speedily cut down. The ship was ours, but we had still a
good deal to do. We had lost several people, killed and wounded, and we
had a large number of prisoners to keep in order. As yet the garrison
in the fort, not knowing who had gained the day, had not commenced
firing at us. We had time, therefore, to secure our prisoners. Sail
was then made on the ship, and her cable being cut, the boats towed her
head round. The topsails were sheeted home, and with a light
land-breeze we stood out of the bay. Having to pass pretty near the
fort, Mr Tilhard, the Second-Lieutenant, ordered the greater number of
the people to go below, he and Kiddle taking the helm; while the few who
remained on deck were directed to keep close under the bulwarks. It was
fortunate that these arrangements were made, for, as we drew near, the
Spaniards began to pepper us pretty sharply with round-shot and
musketry, the bullets flying thickly about us, while several shots
struck the hull. Had they been better gunners they might have done more
damage. Happily no one was hurt, though the sails were riddled and the
white planks laid bare in several places.
As soon as the fight was over I thought of the poor fellow who had been
tumbled below. I went to look for him with a lantern. For some time I
could not discover where he was, for several Spaniards who had been
killed had fallen down at the same spot. Pat, who accompanied me, at
length discovered him. "He will not want any more human aid," he
observed, holding the lantern to his face. "The Spaniards have already
done for him." Whether, if instant aid had been afforded him, the man
might have escaped, I do not know, but his wound was a desperate one,
and he had apparently bled to death. We were received with loud cheers
from the frigate's decks, as in the grey dawn of morning we passed close
under her stern.