"Well, Duncan, I never thoroughly liked anything, you know, but I think I love a sea-life better than most sorts of existence, with the exception, of course, of wandering over the hills of old Glenvoie; bird-nesting in the forests, or fishing in its beautiful streams. Only the sea has its drawbacks."
"Yes."
"Yes, for I do think it a nuisance to have to get up at all hours of the night to keep watch--blowing or calm. I always feel I should be willing to give five years of my life for another two hours" sleep, when the fellow shakes me by the shoulder and says, "Eight bells, sir, if you please". Just as if it would not be eight bells whether I pleased or not. Then, neither the tommy nor tack is quite up to sh.o.r.e standard, and one could do well enough without c.o.c.kroaches about a foot and a half long--more or less--between his sheets, weevils in his biscuits, and spiders roasted and ground up with his coffee. The tea is always sea-sick too, and hens" milk[1] isn"t the best, especially if the eggs be old and decrepit. But I won"t grumble, Duncan."
[1] An egg or two beaten up with water. Used at sea when no milk is to be had.
"No, I wouldn"t, if I were you. Sailors never do."
"And now you"re laughing at me."
"That"s nothing, Frank; one may live a long time after being laughed at."
"Well, come along below, and I"ll play you something that will make the tear-drops trickle down that old-fashioned Scotch nose of yours."
"Wouldn"t you rather hear the wild and martial strains of the bagpipes, my little c.o.c.kney cousin?"
"Oh, yes," answered Frank punnily, but standing well beyond the reach of Duncan"s swinger of an arm. "I dearly love the bagpipes when--"
He hesitated.
"When what?" cried Duncan.
"When they"re o"er the hills and far awa"."
Then Frank made a bolt for the companion-ladder.
It was high time, too.
Well, when Frank Trelawney had that fiddle of his under his bit of a c.o.c.kney chin, all his troubles, if, indeed, he had any that could be called real, were forgotten, including weevils, hard tack, c.o.c.kroaches, and all. For the time being, indeed, there was no one else in the world save he himself and the violin. And what worlds of romance and love and beauty were thus conjured up before him!
But even at the risk of differing from Frank, I think a sailor"s pleasures, if he is one who calls at many and different ports, far outbalance any grievances he may have to growl about--short of shipwreck. What though the biscuit be hard, and one"s bed like the biscuit! The wholesome healthy appet.i.te one possesses, both for biscuit and sleep, makes up for all that; and one ought to be happy if he isn"t.
But one chief enjoyment in a sailor"s existence lies in visiting so many different lands, and seeing life in every form and shape. He cannot help being an anthropologist, and studying mankind. Not, mind you, that he lays himself out for that sort of thing; for sailors, especially young fellows, take the world as it comes, the rough with the smooth, or rather alternately, only always forgetting the rough while they revel in the smooth. But there must always be an element of comedy in Jack"s delights, and when he goes on sh.o.r.e, take my word for it, "Jack"s alive, and full of fun".
I am happy to say that drinking is much in the decrease both in the royal navy and merchant service. Why, even since I myself can remember--and I"m not a very aged individual--our blue-jackets were like babies, and if not in charge of an officer when on sh.o.r.e, would forget themselves, and come on board limp enough, with black eyes and broken heads, and garments drenched in gore.
Jack in those days really paid for his pint in more ways than one, for if he escaped the dangers of the sh.o.r.e, riot and wretchedness, the thieves and the female harpies who lay in wait to cheat and rob him, the day after coming off was for him a day of sadness and mourning.
If able to stand, he had to go on duty. Perhaps he had no more brains than a frozen turnip; perhaps his head felt so big that he borrowed a shoe-horn to put on his hat, nevertheless he was drilled on deck just all the same, and it took him four days probably to recover his appet.i.te and equilibrium.
There was every appearance now that the _Flora M"Vayne_ would have a pleasant voyage.
Talbot was kind to his fellows, and a rattling good crew they made. So, although they pa.s.sed Madeira and the Canary Islands to the west, they looked in at Santiago, one of the largest in the group of Cape de Verde Islands.
Three days were spent here, and they managed to secure some really good water. It was only the distilled they used at sea, and this, to say the least of it, is always somewhat vapourish.
The men had leave, and behaved fairly well, returning sober and with many curios, which they hoped to take home to their sweethearts and wives, and also laden with fruit of many kinds, all of which is good for the health of the sailor.
Plenty of fruit was also secured for the saloon, so they put to sea again in capital heart and spirits.
One little incident is perhaps worth noting. A huge bunch of bananas was hung up to ripen against the saloon bulkhead. That was right enough; but when a venomous little snake--slender in form and about the colour of hedge-sparrow"s egg--popped out his head and neck, and whispered angrily at Conal, then Conal called his comrades, and a court of inquiry was held. It was believed to be the best plan to take the bunch of bananas on deck by means of a blacksmith"s tongs, and shake it over the sea.
But that beautiful green demon of the jungle thought perhaps that he did not merit the honour of a sailor"s grave, so he popped out and skipped gaily into Duncan"s cabin.
"Here"s a pretty go," said Conal; "and I should be sorry to sleep in that state-room until the reptile is found."
So a search was inst.i.tuted instanter, and a dangerous one it was. But wherever it had taken refuge that snake could not be found.
The young fellows took rugs on deck that night, and slept on the planks.
Theirs was the forenoon watch, and when turning out to keep it, lo! that little green demon glided quietly out from Conal"s very bosom, and went leaping and rolling along the deck, aft, finally tumbling down the skylight and on to the table where the captain was lingering over his breakfast.
For more than a week that snake--known to be one of the most poisonous there is--was the terror of the ship. He was in entire command fore and aft, and the skipper was nowhere. The awful, though lovely thing, appeared in so many places, moreover, that it was believed to be ubiquitous. Sometimes it would glide out of a sea-boot or a sou"wester hat. It was twice found in the sleeve of an oilskin-jacket, once it curled up for the night with Viking, and once in the pocket of the man at the wheel.
This sailor had dived his hand into the outside pocket of his coat to find his "baccy", when, instead of this, he felt the cold wriggling-wriggling thing; he gave a whoop like a Somali Indian with six inches of square-0 gin in his stomach! The scream started the snake from his lair, and he went girdling along the deck and disappeared below as usual.
But he was smashed at last and heaved far into the sea.
Strange to say, Mr. Snakey, as he was called, appeared again all alive and beautiful next morning.
"He"s the d--l for sartin," said a blue-jacket. "Dead one day and squirming around the next. Yes, Bill--what else can he be but the d--l, and maybe just the same bloomin" old snake as tempted Mother Heve in the Garding of Heden!"
But this snake was killed next, and there was no more trouble after this.
Captain Talbot, however, issued an order that before bananas were again brought on board the bunches were to be well examined. Or, in doctor"s parlance, when taken, they must be well shaken.
Ascension was their next place of call. It is generally called a rock in mid-ocean. It is somewhat more than that, being over seven miles in length and fully six broad. It is hilly, its chief peak being about three thousand feet in height.
Well, the _Flora M"Vayne_ was enabled to get coals here anyhow, and they found the place what I might call semi-garrisoned. Moreover a gun-boat lay here. The officers of the _Flora_ visited her, and were hospitably received, and invited to dinner, everyone both afloat and on sh.o.r.e being anxious to receive news from England, while the papers the _Flora_ had brought were a sort of G.o.dsend.
The beautiful island of St. Helena did not lie in their direct route, but Tristan d"Acunha--more than a thousand miles directly south--did, and here they determined to cast anchor for a spell, and give the islanders a treat.
(I have given the ordinary name to this lonesome isle of the ocean, but correctly, I believe it should be Tristan Da Cunha--p.r.o.nounced c.o.o.n"ya.
It is really a group of three, the chief being about twenty-one miles in circ.u.mference, and having in its centre a very lofty mountain peak more nearly 8000 feet than 7000 in height.)
They found about one hundred souls living on this isle. The settlement, or glen in which they have their habitat, is fairly fertile, and the ubiquitous Scot is so much in evidence here that the village is called New Edinburgh.
It is in reality a republic, and the oldest man is chief or governor.
The cattle and sheep number about two thousand, and belong, of course, all in common. Well, they are happy enough, and crime is unknown, the chief reason of this being perhaps that drink is also unknown.
There were some really very pretty girls here, but when they were a.s.sembled an evening or two after the _Flora"s_ arrival in a barn to listen to the strains of Frank"s fiddle, recitations, and songs, those girls looked laughably quaint in their strange old-fashioned dresses.
The concert was a great success, and really the skirl of Duncan"s Highland bagpipe as he strode back and fore on the rude stage, quite brought down the house, to use theatrical parlance. It almost brought down the barn too, so thrilling and loud was it. Never mind, Duncan received no less than three hearty encores, and surely that was enough to please anyone.