"So, heave away for Talbot, for Talbot, for Talbot, So, heave away for Talbot, an" let th" Capting steer, For, he"s the boy to smack them, to crack them, to whack them, For he"s th" boy to ship with, if you want to privateer."
--_Ballads of Rhode Island._--1782.
A trading vessel, laden with wheat, from Cardigan in Wales, was lying to in the English Channel. Nearby rolled a long-bodied American Privateer, while a boat neared the trader, in the stern of which sat a staunch, weather-beaten officer in a faded pea-jacket. It was the year 1813 and war was on between England and the United States.
When the bl.u.s.tering captain entered the cabin to survey his prize, he spied a small box with a hole in the top, on which was inscribed the words, "Missionary Box." He drew back, astonished.
"Pray, my bold seaman," said he, turning to the Welsh captain, "what is this?"
"Oh," replied the honest, old sailor, heaving a sigh, ""tis all over now."
"What?" asked the American privateersman.
"Why, the truth is," said the Welshman, "that I and my poor fellows have been accustomed, every Monday morning, to drop a penny each into that box for the purpose of sending out missionaries to preach the Gospel to the heathen; but it"s all over now."
The American seemed to be much abashed.
"Indeed," said he, "that is very good of you." And, pausing a few moments, he looked abstractedly into the air, humming a tune beneath his breath.
"Captain," said he, at length, "I"ll not hurt a hair of your head, nor touch your vessel."
So saying, he turned on his heel, took to his boat, and left the Welshman to pursue its even course. And--as the privateer filled away to starboard--a voice came from the deck of the helpless merchantman,
"G.o.d bless Captain Silas Talbot and his crew!"
But we do not know what the owners of the privateer said to the humane skipper about this little affair when he returned to New York. They might have uttered hard words about a Welshman who scored upon him by means of a pious fraud. At any rate Silas Talbot had done a good deed.
This valorous privateer was born at Dighton, Ma.s.sachusetts, on the Sakonet River about the year 1752; beginning his career at sea as a cabin-boy. At twenty-four he was a captain in the United States army and fought in the Revolutionary war, for a time, on land. But--by reason of his nautical training--he was placed in command of a fireship at New York, and was soon promoted to be Major--but still with duties upon the water and not the sh.o.r.e. While here, a soldier came to him, one day, with his eyes alight in excitement.
"Major," said he, "there"s a chance for a splendid little enterprise.
Just off the coast of Rhode Island, near Newport, lies a British vessel, moored to a kedge. She mounts fifteen guns and around her is stretched a stout netting to keep off a party of boarders. But we can cut it and get through, I"ll warrant. And the game is worth the candle."
Young Talbot was delighted at the thought of a little expedition.
"I"ll tell you how we"ll cut through," said he. "We"ll fix a small anchor at the bowsprit of our sloop. Then, we"ll ram her into the netting at night, and--if our vessel can punch hard enough--we"ll have forty Americans upon the deck before you can say "Jack Robinson.""
The soldier laughed.
"Major Talbot," said he, "you are a true fighting man. I"ll have a crew for you within twenty-four hours and we"ll take the good sloop _Jasamine_, lying off of h.e.l.l Gate. Ahoy for the capture of the Englishman!"
In two days" time, all was ready for the expedition. The sloop _Jasamine_ slowly drifted into the harbor of New York, an anchor spliced to her bowsprit, a crew of st.u.r.dy adventurers aboard; and, filling away in a stout sou"wester, rolled down the coast in the direction of Rhode Island. Reaching the vicinity of Newport, she lay to behind a sheltering peninsula, waiting for the night to come, so that she could drop down upon the Englishman under the cloak of darkness.
Blackness settled upon the still and waveless water. With m.u.f.fled oars the sloop now glided towards the dark hull of the British gun-boat; her men armed to the teeth, with fuses alight, and ready to touch off the cannon at the slightest sign of discovery. All was still upon the towering deck of the war-vessel and the little lights twinkled at her bow.
But what was that?
Suddenly a voice came through the darkness.
"Who goes there?"
No answer came but the dip of the oars in unison.
"Who goes there? Answer, or I fire!"
Again the slow beat of the oars and nothing more.
_Crash!_
A musket spoke from the jutting bow in front of the sloop and a bullet struck in the foremast of the staunch attacker, with a resounding z-i-n-n-g!
"We"re discovered," whispered Talbot. "Pull for your lives, men, and punch her like a battering-ram. When we"ve cut through the netting, let every fellow dash upon her decks, and fight for every inch you can."
As he ceased speaking, the bow of the sloop struck the roping stretched around the man-o"-warsman, and a ripping and tearing was plainly heard above the crash of small arms, the shouts of men, and the rumble of hawsers. Two cannon spoke from the side of the Englishman, and, as their roar echoed across the still ocean, the guns of the _Jasamine_ belched forth their answer.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "TALBOT, HIMSELF, AT THE HEAD OF HIS ENTIRE CREW, CAME LEAPING ACROSS THE SIDE."]
The anchor attached to the bowsprit had done what was desired. It tore a great hole in the stout netting, ripped open a breach sufficiently wide for entrance to the deck, and, as the cannon grumbled and spat at the sloop,--the bowsprit was black with jack-tars scrambling for an opportunity to board the Britisher.
"Now, men," shouted Major Talbot, above the din. "Swing our craft sideways! Let go the port guns, and then let every mother"s son rush the foe! And your cry must be, "Death and no quarter!""
As he ceased, the good _Jasamine_ was forced sideways into the man-o"-warsman, and, propelled by the current, drifted against her with tremendous force, crushing the remaining nets as she did so. A few of the Americans were already on the deck in a terrific struggle with the half-sleepy English seamen, but--in a moment--Talbot, himself, at the head of his entire crew, came leaping across the side.
Now was a scene of carnage. The cutla.s.ses of both Yankee tar and British, were doing awful execution, and pistols were cracking like hail upon the roof. Back, back, went the English before the vigorous a.s.sault of the stormers, and, as the deck was now piled with the dead and dying, the commander of the man-o"-warsman cried out,
"I surrender! Cease, you Yankee sea-dogs. You"re too smart for me!"
So saying, he held up a handkerchief tied to his cutla.s.s, and the battle ceased.
The story of the fight of Silas Talbot"s was now on every lip, and all praised the daring and courage of this valorous Major, who was as bold as a lion, and as courageous as any seaman who sailed upon the sea.
Promotion came rapidly to the soldier-sailor. In 1779 he became a colonel and was placed in command of the _Argo_, a sloop of about one hundred tons, armed with twelve six-pounders, and carrying but sixty men. "Tis said that she looked like a "clumsy Albany trader," with one great, rakish mast, an immense mainsail, and a lean boom. Her tiller was very lengthy, she had high bulwarks and a wide stern--but, in spite of her raw appearance, she could sail fast and could show a clean pair of heels to most vessels of twice her size.
Shortly after taking charge of this privateer, word was brought that Captain Hazard of the privateer _King George_ was off the coast of Rhode Island.
"That"s what I want," cried Captain Talbot, slapping his knee. "This fellow Hazard is an American. He was born in Rhode Island, and, instead of joining in our righteous cause against the Mother Country, he has elected to fight against us. For the base purpose of plundering his old neighbors and friends, he has fitted out the _King George_ and has already done great damage on the coast. Let me but catch the old fox and I"ll give him a taste of American lead. I"ll put a stop to the depredations of this renegade."
The _King George_ had fourteen guns and eighty men, but this did not worry staunch and nervy Silas Talbot. He started in pursuit of her, as soon as he learned of her whereabouts, and, before many days, sighted a sail just off the New York coast, which was hoped to be the vessel of the renegade.
Mile after mile was pa.s.sed. Hour by hour the _Argo_ ploughed after the silvery sails, until, late in the afternoon, the stranger hovered near a shallow harbor on the coast, and seemed to await the on-coming privateer with full confidence.
The _Argo_ boomed along under a spanking sou"wester and, sailing near the stranger, to the keen eyes of Talbot came the welcome sight of _King George_ painted upon the stern of the rakish privateer.
"All hands man the guns," cried he. "We"ll sink th" rascally Hazard with all his crew, unless he strikes. She"s got more men and guns, but what care we for that. Take hold, my Hearties, and we"ll soon make her know her master."
The _King George_ seemed to welcome the coming fight; she luffed; lay to; and her men could be seen standing ready at the polished cannon.
Now was one of the strangest battles of American sea history.
The _King George_ cruised along under a full spread of canvas, jibbed, came about upon the port quarter of the stranger, and ran up to within shooting distance, when a broadside was poured into the deck of the rolling _Argo_. She replied with her own fourteen guns, and, before they could be reloaded, the _King George_ struck her alongside; the American seaman swarmed across the rail; and--if we are to believe a historian of the period--"drove the crew of _King George_ from their quarters, taking possession of her, without a man on either side being killed." Hats off to the doughty Silas Talbot for this brave adventure! Did you ever hear of such a fight with no man ever being slaughtered?