He was greatly surprised in the afternoon, when the service was generally better attended than in the morning, to find that only half his usual congregation was present. When he returned home, after making some visits in the parish, on the following Tuesday, he told us he suspected from the way he had been received that something was wrong, but it did not occur to him that his sermon was the cause of offence.
I, in the meantime, was spending my holidays in far from a satisfactory manner. My elder brothers amused themselves without taking pains to find me anything to do, while Ned was always at his books, and was only inclined to come out and take a const.i.tutional walk with me now and then. My younger brothers were scarcely out of the nursery, and I was thus left very much to my own resources. I bethought me one day of paying the old sailor Roger Riddle a visit, and perhaps getting his son Mark to come and fish with me.
I told Ned where I was going, and was just setting off when he called out--
"Stop a minute, d.i.c.k, and I will go with you; I should like to make the acquaintance of the old sailor, who, from your account, must be something above the common."
I did not like to refuse, at the same time I confess that I would rather have gone alone, as I knew that Ned did not care about fishing, and would probably want to stop and talk to Roger Riddle.
I was waiting for him outside in front of the house, when a carriage drove up full of boys, with a gentleman who asked me if my father was at home. I recognised him as a Mr Reynell, who lived at Springfield Grange, some five or six miles inland. Two of the boys were his sons, whom I knew; the others, he told me, were their cousins and two friends staying with them.
"We are going to have a picnic along the sh.o.r.e, and we want you and your brother to come and join us," said Harry Reynell, the eldest of the two.
Ned came out directly afterwards, and said he should be very happy to go.
"Can"t you get any of your friends to go also? The more the merrier."
There were two or three other boys whom I knew staying with an aunt in the village, and I offered to run down and ask them.
"By all means," said Harry, "we have provisions enough, so that they need not stop to get anything; but I"m afraid we cannot stow them all away; if it"s not very far off we may go on foot."
"It is no distance to the prettiest part of the coast," I replied; "and I know a capital spot where we can pick up sh.e.l.ls and collect curiosities of all sorts, if any of you have a fancy for that sort of thing."
"That will do," said Harry Reynell; "go and fetch your friends, and we will walk together."
I accordingly ran down the village to Mrs Parker"s, whose nephews were at home. We formed a tolerably numerous party. As my father was unable to go, Mr Reynell was the only grown-up person among us. The spot I had fixed upon was not far from Roger Riddle"s cottage. As I had been thinking of him, I proposed asking the old sailor and Mark to join our party.
From the account I gave to Mr Reynell of Roger Riddle, he did not object to this. As Harry Reynell, his brother, and friends were good-natured merry fellows, we had a pleasant time as we walked or ran along, laughing and singing, and playing each other tricks. We soon left Mr Reynell behind, but he told us not to mind him, as he should soon catch us up. The carriage followed with the prog, but as the road was in many places heavy, it did not move as fast as we did. We at length reached the spot I had proposed, a small sandy bay, with cliffs on either side, out of which bubbled a stream of sparkling cold water, with rocks running out into the sea.
"This will do capitally," said Harry. "See, the whole beach is covered with beautiful sh.e.l.ls, and there may be sea anemones and echini, and star-fish, and all sorts of marine creatures."
Having surveyed the place, we heard Mr Reynell shouting out to us to carry down the baskets of pies, tarts, cold ham, and chicken, plates, knives and forks. While the rest of the party were so engaged, I ran on to invite old Roger. I found him and Mark within.
"Much obliged to the young gentlemen, but I"ve had my dinner," he answered; "however, I"ll come and have a talk with them, if you think they"ll like it. May be, I"ll spin them a yarn or two, which will do to pa.s.s the time while they are sniffing in the breezes, which they don"t get much of while they are away up the country."
"You"ll come as soon as you can," I answered, "for they will be disappointed if you don"t take a tart or two and a gla.s.s of wine."
"Never fear, I"ll come before long," said old Roger.
Mark, however, looked as if he would have no objection to taste some of the good things in our hampers, so he very readily agreed to accompany me. We found the cloth spread out on the smooth dry sand, and covered with pies and other dainties, and the plates and the knives and forks.
Mr Reynell was engaged in making a huge salad in a wooden bowl. I introduced Mark in due form.
"Come and sit down," said Harry to him in a kind way which soon made him feel quite at home. I don"t know whether he had much of a dinner before, but he did ample justice to the good things which our friends had brought. We had nearly finished before old Roger made his appearance.
"Your servant, gentlemen all," he said, making a bow with his tarpaulin; "Master d.i.c.k here has asked me to come, saying it was what you wished, or I would not have intruded on you."
"Very pleased to see you, Mr Riddle," said Harry, who did the honours of the feast, "sit down, and have some of this cherry pie, you will find it very nice, and, for a wonder, the juice hasn"t run out."
Harry chose the largest plate, and filled it with fully a third of the pie.
"Thank you, young gentleman; I may take a snack of that sort of thing;"
and the old sailor set to work, his share of the pie rapidly disappearing, as he ladled up the cherries with his spoon.
"Take a gla.s.s of cider now, Mr Riddle," said Harry, handing him a large tumbler, which the old sailor tossed off, and had no objection to two or three more.
Meantime the tide had been rising, and no sooner was dinner over, than we had to pack up and beat a rapid retreat. We soon washed the plates and dishes in the water as it rose, and Ned packed them up. The expectations of those of our party who hoped to pick up sh.e.l.ls, and collect sea curiosities were thus disappointed.
"Never mind, lads," said old Roger; "Master d.i.c.k here tells me that you would like to hear a yarn or two; the gra.s.s here, as much as there is of it, is dry enough," and Mr Riddle seated himself on the bank, while we all gathered round him. Mr Reynell placed himself at a little distance, although within earshot, when he took out his sketchbook to make a drawing of the scene.
"None of you young gentlemen have ever been to sea, I suppose?"
continued the old sailor. "I dare say you fancy it all sunshine and smooth sailing, and think you"d like to go and be sailors, and walk the deck in snowy-white trousers and kid gloves. I have known some who have taken that notion into their heads, and have been not a little disappointed when they got afloat, to find that they had to dip their fists into the tar-bucket, to black down the rigging, and swab up the decks, though some of them made not bad sailors after all. If any of you young gentlemen think of leading a seafaring life, you must be prepared for ups and downs of all sorts, heavy gales, and rough seas, shipwrecks and disasters. You"ll be asking how I came to go to sea, perhaps you may think I ran off, as some silly lads have done, but I didn"t do that. If I had run, it would have been ash.o.r.e, seeing as how I was born at sea. It happened in this wise:--My father, Bob Riddle, was bo"sun"s mate of the old "Goliath," of eighty guns, and as in those days two or three women were allowed on board line-of-battle ships to attend to the sick, and to wash and mend clothes, provided the captains did not object; so my mother, Nancy Riddle, who loved her husband in a way which made her ready to go through fire and water for his sake, got leave to accompany him to sea. She made herself wonderfully useful on board, and won the hearts of all the men and officers too, who held her in great respect, while the midshipmen just simply adored her; indeed, I"ve heard say that she saved the lives of several who were sick of fever by the careful way in which she nursed them. She had had no children, and I"ve a notion that if she had known what was going to happen, like a wise woman she would have remained on sh.o.r.e, but as the ship was in the East India station, and she wanted her boy to be British born, for she guessed she was going to have a boy, she had no help for it but to remain on board and take her chance. The "Goliath" had just been in action, and beaten off two of the enemy"s ships which wanted to take her but couldn"t, when she was caught in a regular hurricane, and had to run before it under bare poles. During that time I came into this world of troubles. I can"t say that I remember anything about it, but I"ve been in many a typhoon and hurricane since then, with the big foaming seas roaring, the wind whistling and howling in the rigging, the blocks rattling, the bulkheads creaking and groaning, and the ship rolling and pitching and tumbling about in a way which made it seem wonderful that wood and iron could hold together. It wasn"t exactly under such circ.u.mstances that the wife even of a boatswain"s mate would have chosen to bring a puling infant into the world. The doctor thought that mother would have died, and, as there was no cow on board, that I should have shared her fate, but she got through it and nursed me, and I throve amazingly, so that in six months I was as big as most children of a year or more old. Before the ship was ordered home, I could chew bacon and beef, and toddle about the decks. Of course I was made much of by officers and crew. Mother rigged me out in a regular cut seaman"s dress. The midshipmen taught me the cutla.s.s exercise, and to ride a goat the captain bought as much for my use as his own. For"ard my education was equally well attended to, and I don"t remember when I couldn"t dance a hornpipe--double shuffle and all--or sing a dozen sea songs, some of them sounding rather strange, I"ve a notion, coming from juvenile lips. All went on smoothly till the ship was paid off, and my early friends were scattered to the four winds of heaven. My father, who felt like a fish out of water when ash.o.r.e, soon obtained another berth, with the same rating on board the "Victorious," seventy-four, but he had great difficulty in getting leave for my mother to accompany him, and if another woman who was to have gone hadn"t fallen ill just in the nick of time, he would have had to sail without her. I was smuggled on board instead of a monkey shipped by the crew, which fell overboard and was drowned. It was some weeks before the captain found out that I wasn"t the monkey he had given the men leave to take. When the first lieutenant at length reported to him that I was a human being without a tail, he was very angry, and father was likely to have got into trouble.
Still as he had done nothing against the articles of war, which don"t make mention of taking babies to sea, he couldn"t be flogged with his own cat. The captain then swore that he would put mother and me ash.o.r.e at the first port we touched at; but the men, among whom I had many friends, begged hard that we might be allowed to remain, and when he saw me scuttling about the rigging in a hairy coat and a long tail, laughing heartily, he relented, and as he got a hint that the men would become very discontented if he carried his threat into execution, father was told that he would say nothing more about the matter. Soon afterwards the captain fell ill, and mother nursed him in a way no man could have done, so that he had reason to be thankful that he had allowed mother and me to remain on board. The "Victorious" became one of the best disciplined and happiest ships in the service, all because she had a real live plaything on board. She fought several b.l.o.o.d.y actions.
During one of them, when we were tackling a French eighty-gun ship, I got away from mother, who was with the other women in the c.o.c.kpit attending to the wounded, and slipped up on deck, where before long I found father. "Here I am," I said, "come to see the fun. When are you going to finish off the mounseers?" The round shot were flying quickly across the decks, and bullets were rattling on board like hail, for though the French were getting the worst of it, they were, as they always do, dying game. "Get below, boy, get below!" shouted father, "what business have you here?" As I didn"t go, he seized me by the arm, and dragged me to the hatchway, in spite of my struggles and cries. "I want to see the fight. I want to see the mounseers licked," I cried out. "Let me go, father; let me go!" Just then there was a shout from the upper deck, "The enemy has struck--the enemy has struck!" Father let me go, and up I ran and cheered, and waved my hat among the men with as hearty good will as any of them. When I saw the men shaking hands with each other, I ran about, and, putting out my tiny fist, shook their hands also, exclaiming, "We"ve licked the mounseers, haven"t we? I knew we would. Hoora! Hoora!" This amused the men greatly, and they called me a plucky little chap, though I certainly could not boast of having contributed to gain the victory, as I was considerably too young to act the part even of a powder-monkey. We had lost a good many officers and men, some of whom I saw stretched on the deck, and wondered what had come over them, as they did not move or speak. As long as the "Victorious" remained in commission, I continued with my father and mother aboard her; but when she was paid off, an order came out, prohibiting women from going to sea on board men-of-war, and mother, greatly to her grief, had to live on sh.o.r.e. It was now a question whether I should accompany my father or stay with my mother and get some book-learning, of which I was as yet utterly ignorant, as I did not even know my letters. I was scarcely old enough to be rated as a ship"s boy, though father would have liked to take me with him, but mother said she could not lose us both, and, fortunately for me, father consented to leave me with her. As the "Victorious" was paid off at Plymouth, mother remained there, and father soon afterwards got his warrant as boatswain to the "Emerald" sloop-of-war, ordered out on the West India station.
This was the first time I had been on sh.o.r.e, except for a few days when the "Goliath" was paid off, during the whole of my life, and I did not find it very easy to get accustomed to the ways of sh.o.r.e-going people.
At first I did not at all like them. There was no order or regularity, and I missed more than anything the sound of the bell striking the hours and half-hours day and night. However, I got accustomed to things by degrees. I was sent to school, where I gained a good character for regularity and obedience, just because I had been trained to it, do ye see. I couldn"t bear not to be there at the exact time, and I never thought of disobeying the orders of these under whose authority I was placed. I also was diligent, and thus made good progress in my studies.
I might have become a scholar had I remained at school, but after I had been there about two years, when I got home one day I found mother leaning back in her chair, in a fit, it seemed to me, and the parson of the parish, who had a letter in his hand, trying to rouse her up. As soon as I came in, he bade me run for the doctor, who lived not far off.
He came at once with a woman, a neighbour of ours, and while they were attending to mother, the parson, sitting down, placed me between his knees, and looking kindly in my face, said that he had some bad news to tell me, which he had got in a letter from the West Indies. It was that my brave father was dead, carried off by the yellow fever which has killed so many fine fellows on that station. My mother was a strong and hearty woman, and any one would have supposed that it would have taken a great deal to kill her; but, notwithstanding her robust appearance, she had gentle and tender feelings, and though for my sake she wished to live, within a year she died of a broken heart for the loss of my father and I was left an orphan."
CHAPTER FOUR.
Roger Riddle continues his story--Goes to sea as a man-o"-war"s-man-- His voyages--The Mediterranean--Toulon--Chasing the enemy--Caught in a trap--A hard fight for it--Escape of the frigate--Corsica--Martello Bay--The tower and its gallant defenders--Its capture--Origin of its name--San Fiorenzo--Convention redoubt--What British tars can do-- Capture of the "Minerve"--The taking of Bastia--Nelson loses an eye--"Jacka.s.s" frigates--Toulon again--More fighting--The advantage of being small--Prepare to repel boarders--The colours nailed to the mast--The chase--Never despise your enemy--Teneriffe--Attack on Santa Cruz--Nelson loses his arm--Abandonment of the enterprise--What people call glory--The h.e.l.lespont--The captain steers his own ship--The island of Cerigotto--Breakers ahead--The ship strikes--The value of discipline--Their condition on the rock--The ship goes to pieces-- Their chances of escape--The gale--A brave captain--A false hope--The effects of drinking sea-water--Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink--Reduced to extremities--They lose their brave captain and first lieutenant--They construct a raft--Cowardice of the Greek fishermen--The rescue of the survivors--Fresh adventures--The Dardanelles--Fire!--An awful spectacle--Destruction of the ship-- Reason to be thankful--A father"s love--How they took a Spanish sloop-o"-war--The ruse and how it succeeded--Between two fires--Good and bad captains--Roger quits the navy--Becomes mate of a merchantman and retires on his laurels--His marriage and settlement--Our picnic breaks up.
"Mother had a good many friends, old shipmates of hers and father"s, but most of them having families of their own were not able to do much for me. I was now, however, big enough to go to sea, and of course there was no question but that I should be a sailor. England had been at peace for some time, but she and France were once more at loggerheads, and ships were fitting out with all despatch at every port in the kingdom. There was no difficulty therefore in finding a ship for me, and an old messmate of father"s, Andrew Barton, having volunteered on board the "Juno" frigate, of thirty-two guns, took me with him. He was rated as captain of the maintop and I as ship"s boy, having to do duty as powder-monkey. I quickly found myself at home, and those who didn"t know that I had been to sea before, wondered how well I knew my way everywhere about the decks and aloft. I soon took the lead among the other boys, many of them much bigger and older than myself. "Why, one would suppose that you had been born at sea," said Tom Noakes, a big hulking fellow, who never could tell which was the stem, and which the stern. "And so I was," I answered. I then told him how many storms and battles I had been in, and all that I remembered about my early life.
This made my messmates treat me with wonderful respect, and they never thought of playing me the tricks they did each other.
"Our frigate was bound out to the Mediterranean to join the fleet under Lord Hood. She was, I should have said, commanded by Captain Samuel Hood, a relation of the Admiral"s. We knew that we should have plenty of work to do. When we sailed, it was understood that an English force had possession of Toulon, which was besieged by the republicans, who had collected a large army round the city, but it was supposed that they would be kept at bay by the English and royalists. We had been cruising off Toulon, when we were despatched to Malta to bring up supernumeraries for the fleet. We were detained, however, at the island for a considerable time, by foul winds. At length we sailed, and steered direct for Toulon. We arrived abreast of the harbour one evening, some time after dark. The captain, anxious to get in, as we had no pilot on board, nor any one acquainted with the dangers of the place, stood on, hoping by some means or other, to find his way. The officers with their night-gla.s.ses were on the look-out for our ships, but they were nowhere to be seen. Our captain, however, concluded that as a strong easterly wind had been blowing, they had run for shelter into the inner harbour.
We accordingly shortened sail, and stood on, under our topsails. As at last several ships could be distinguished, it was supposed that we were close up to the British fleet. We soon afterwards made out a brig, and in order to weather her, the driver and topsail were set. As we were tacking under the brig"s stern, some one on board her hailed, but not being able to make out what was said, Captain Hood shouted, "This is His Britannic Majesty"s frigate "Juno."" "Viva," cried the voice from the brig, and after this we heard the people on board her jabbering away among themselves. At last one of them shouted out, "Luff, luff." The captain on this, ordered the helm to be put down, but before the frigate came head to wind, she grounded. The breeze, however, was light, and the water perfectly smooth, and the sails were clewed up and handed.
While this was being done, we saw a boat pull away from the brig, towards the town. Before the men aloft had left the yards, a sudden flaw of wind drove the ship"s head off the bank, when her anchor was let go, and she swung head to wind. Her heel, however, was still on the shoal, and the rudder immovable. To get her off, the launch was hoisted out, and the kedge anchor with a hawser, was put into her. While we were engaged in hauling the frigate off the shoal, a boat appeared coming down the harbour, and being hailed some one in her answered "Ay, ay." She quickly came alongside, and the crew, among whom were two persons apparently officers, hurried on deck; one of the latter addressed our captain, and said he came to inform him that according to the regulations of the port, the frigate must go to the other part of the harbour, and perform ten days" quarantine. The Frenchmen, who were supposed to be royalists, were jabbering away together, when one of our midshipmen, a sharp young fellow, cried out, "The chaps have national c.o.c.kades in their hats." The moon which shone out brightly just then, threw a gleam of light on the Frenchmen"s hats, and the three colours were distinctly seen. They finding that they were discovered, coolly said in French, so I afterwards heard, "Make yourselves easy, the English are good people, we will treat you kindly. The English fleet sailed away some time ago."
""We are prisoners, caught like rats in a trap!" cried the men from all parts of the ship. The entrance to the harbour is guarded by heavy forts on either side, between which we had run some distance, and their guns pointed down on our decks might sink us before we could get outside again. The officers, on hearing the report, hurried aft, scarcely able to believe that it was true. They found, however, on seeing the Frenchmen, that there was no doubt about the matter. Just then a flaw of wind came down the harbour, when our third lieutenant, Mr Webbley, hurrying up to the captain, said, "I believe, sir, if we can get her under sail, we shall be able to fetch out." "We will try it at all events!" cried the captain; "send the men to their stations, and hand those French gentlemen below." The mounseers, on finding that they were not yet masters of the ship, began to bl.u.s.ter and draw their sabres, but the marines quickly made them sound another note, and in spite of their "_Sacres_!" they were hurried off the deck under a guard. The men flew aloft, and in three minutes every sail was set, and the yards braced up for casting. The frigate was by this time completely afloat, the cable was cut; her head paid off, the sails filled, and away she stood from the sh.o.r.e. The wind freshening, she quickly gathered way. The launch and the French boat were cut adrift, and we had every hope of escape.
Directly we began to loose sails, we saw lights appear in the batteries, and observed a stir aboard the brig. She soon afterwards opened fire on us, as did the fort on the starboard bow, and in a short time every fort which could bring a gun to bear on us, began to blaze away. We were now, however, going rapidly through the water, but there was a chance of our losing a topmast, as the shot came whistling through our sails, between our rigging. The wind shifting, made it seem impossible that we could get out without making a tack, but our captain was not a man to despair, and I am pretty sure that there was no one on board who would have given in, as long as the frigate was afloat. Fortunately the wind again shifted and blew in our favour. Blocks and ropes came falling from aloft, we could see the holes made in the canvas, by the shot pa.s.sing through them. Several of the masts and spars were badly wounded, and two thirty-six pound shot came plump aboard, but no one was hurt. As soon as the hands came from aloft, they were ordered to their quarters, and we began firing away in return at the forts, as well as at the impudent little brig, which we at length silenced. As may be supposed, we gave a right hearty cheer when we saw the shot the Frenchmen were firing at us fall far astern, and we found that we were well clear of the harbour. We made sail for Corsica, where we found a squadron under Commodore Linzee, engaged in attempting to drive the French from that island. The first expedition in which we took part was to Martello Bay. It was guarded by a strong round tower, to which the same name had been given. The troops to the number of fourteen hundred, were landed the same evening, and while they took possession of a height, which overlooked the tower, we, and the "Fort.i.tude" frigate were ordered to attack it from the sea. The "Fort.i.tude" got the worst of it, for the French turned their fire chiefly on her, while for three hours we kept blazing away, without producing any visible effect. Some guns had been got up by the troops to the height, and by the use of hot shot they managed to set on fire some ba.s.s junk which lined the parapet. At last the gallant little garrison had to give in, when it was found, that they numbered only thirty-three men, and had but one six and two sixteen pounders; yet so well did they work their guns, and so strong was the tower, that they had held it for nearly two days against a large body of troops and our two frigates. During the time the "Fort.i.tude" had lost six killed, and fifty-six wounded. Three of her lower-deck guns had been dismounted, and she had been set on fire by the red-hot shot discharged at her, besides other damages. The tower, I believe, took its name from the myrtles growing on the sh.o.r.es of the bay. In consequence of the way this little tower had held out, the government had a number of similar towers built on the English coast, which were called after the original, "Martello" towers. We next attacked a fortification called the Convention redoubt, which was considered the key to the town of San Fiorenzo. The redoubt was commanded by a rocky hill, rising to the height of seven hundred feet above the level of the sea. As it was nearly perpendicular at its summit, it was considered inaccessible, but British sailors had to show the Frenchmen that where goats could find a foothold they could climb.
"Looking up at the hill, it certainly did appear as if no human being could reach the summit. Not only, however, did our men get up there, but they carried several eighteen-pounders with them. On the right there was a descent of many hundred feet, down which a false step would have sent them headlong, and on the left were beetling rocks, while along the path they had to creep, only one man could pa.s.s at a time.
The pointed rocks, however, served to make fast the tackle by which the guns were hoisted. To the astonishment of the Frenchmen, the eighteen-pounders at length began firing down upon their redoubt, which was then stormed by the troops, and quickly carried. Part of the garrison were made prisoners, but a good number managed to scamper off on the opposite side. We, however, took possession of a fine thirty-eight-gun frigate, called the "Minerve," which the Frenchmen had sunk, but which we soon raised and carried off with us. She was then added to the British navy, and called the "San Fiorenzo," and was the ship on board which King George the Third used often to sail when he was living down at Weymouth. She also fought one or more actions when commanded by Sir Harry Neale, one of the best officers in the service.
However, young gentlemen, these things took place so long ago that I don"t suppose you will care much to hear about them."
"Oh, yes, we do. Please go on!" cried out several voices from among us.
"It is very interesting, we could sit here all day and listen to you."
"If that is the case, I"ll go ahead to please you," said old Riddle.
"In those days we didn"t let gra.s.s grow on our ship"s bottoms. Soon after we left San Fiorenzo we took Bastia, the seamen employed on sh.o.r.e being commanded by Captain Nelson, of the "Agamemnon." After we had besieged it for thirty-seven days the garrison capitulated, we having lost a good many officers and seamen killed and wounded.
"We next attacked Calvi, which we took with the loss of the gallant Captain Serocold and several seamen killed, and Captain Nelson and six seamen wounded. It was here Captain Nelson had his right eye put out.
I saw a good deal of service while on board the "Juno." Whilst still on the station I was transferred with Andrew Barton and others, to the "Dido," twenty-eight-gun frigate, commanded by Captain Towry. These small craft used to be called "Jacka.s.s" frigates, but the "Dido" showed that she was not a "Jacka.s.s" at all events. Soon after I joined her she and the "Lowestoff," thirty-two-gun frigate, were despatched by Admiral Hotham to reconnoitre the harbour of Toulon. We were on our way, when, one evening, we discovered standing towards us two large French frigates. We made the private signal, when, supposing that we were the leading frigates of the fleet, they both wore and stood away. We chased them all night, but in the morning, when they discovered that there were only two frigates, and both much smaller than themselves, they tacked and stood towards us. One of the Frenchmen was the "Minerve," of forty guns, and the other the "Artemise," of thirty-six guns. When the "Minerve" was about a mile away from us, on the weather bow, and ahead of her consort, she wore, and then hauling up on the larboard tack, to windward, commenced firing at us. I was still, you will understand, only a powder-monkey. My business was to bring the powder up from the magazine in a tub, upon which I had to sit till it was wanted to load the guns. Still, I could see a good deal that was going forward through the ports; besides which I heard from the men what was taking place. My old messmate, Tom Noakes, had joined the "Dido." He was now seated on his tub next to me--the biggest powder-monkey I ever knew. Poor Tom was not at all happy. He said that we smaller fellows had only half the chance of being killed that he had, as a shot might pa.s.s over our heads which would take his off. I tried to console him by reminding him that there were a good many parts of the ship where no shots were likely to pa.s.s, and that he had less chance of being hit than the men who had to stand up to their guns all the time. We stood on till the "Minerve" was on our weather beam, when we could see her squaring away her yards, and presently the breeze freshening, she bore down upon our little frigate with the evident intention of sinking us. So she might have done with the greatest ease, but having fired our broadside just as her flying jibboom was touching our mainyard, we bore up, and her bow struck our larboard quarter. So great was the shock, that for the moment many thought we were going down, but instead of that our frigate was thrown athwart the "Minerve"s" hawse, her bowsprit becoming entangled in our mizen rigging. The Frenchmen immediately swarmed along their bowsprit, intending to board us. Our first lieutenant then shouted for "boarders to repel boarders," but as the French crew doubled ours, we should have found it a hard matter to do that. Fortunately the Frenchman"s bowsprit broke right off, carrying away our mizen-mast, and with it the greater number of our a.s.sailants, who failed to regain their own ship. With our mizen-mast of course went our colours, but that the Frenchmen might not suppose that we had given in, Harry Barling, one of our quarter-masters, getting hold of a Union Jack, nailed it to the stump of the mizen-mast.
All this time, you must understand, we had been blazing away at each other as fast as we could bring our guns to bear. The "Minerve" at last ranged ahead clear of us, but we continued firing, till the "Lowestoff,"
seeing how hard pressed we were, came up to our a.s.sistance, and tackled the Frenchman. In a few minutes, so actively did she work her guns, that she had knocked away the enemy"s foremast and remaining topmast.