"I hope the brute will have an apoplectic fit!" said he.
Yaunie did not quite understand all that was said, but knew it meant some form of obliquy, and replied, "Yes, and I hope so too."
As soon as Farquarson had finished eating, he straightway came to the state-room and a.s.sured his host that he never remembered enjoying a breakfast so much.
"Let"s have a cigar," said he, "to soothe my nerves a bit."
This was given him. He lit up, and was proceeding to discuss the merits of good feeding with great volubility when his harangue was snapped by a request from his host to "cut it," as he wished to have a yarn with him about a matter which was of great importance to himself.
"In short, I wish you to be most careful not to attract attention to me by any friendly comment about that affair of two years ago. No one who is in office now would appear to have any suspicion of what took place; or if they do, it is obvious they are not desirous of opening the question up again. But should it be brought prominently before them, they will have to do something, and it may make it very awkward for me. Now, what I want you to do for me is this: never mention the incident again. I am sure you would not intentionally do anything that would jeopardize my safety, and I feel that I have only to ask and you will give me your word not to do it."
Farquarson jumped to his feet, gripped the hand of the captain in a sailorly fashion, and said--
"On my Masonic honour, I swear never to breathe again what you have warned me against, and I"m glad you told me. I might innocently have got you into a nasty mess. It never struck me when I was bawling out to you that there was danger. But between ourselves, it was a bit thick your dashing out of the "impregnable port," as they called it, and expectin" to get off scot-free, I have often spun long twisters about it, and you can bet it was always made attractive."
"I feel sure you would do that, Farquarson, as you were always a good story-teller."
This encouraging flattery switched his mind with eager interest on to a subject quite irrelevant to the one which had engaged their attention so long.
"Yes," said he, with a self-satisfied smile, "that"s true. But talking about yarns, you remember when I was with Milburn"s, running to Hamburg? The old gentleman asked me to take a few overmen a trip. They belonged to some mine he was interested in. By the time we got outside, and got the decks cleared up, it was dark, and the watch was set. The look-out man went on to the topgallant forecastle, and I was walking from side to side of the bridge when one of the miners came running up, and in great excitement he said--
""Captain, for G.o.d"s sake gan doon to the cabin and pacify them!
They"re playin" nap, and they"ve faalen oot amang theirselves, and there"s fair almighty h.e.l.l gannin" on. Aa"s sure if ye divvent get them pacified ther"ll be morder!"
""My good man," I said,"I cannot leave the bridge."
""Ye canna" leave the bridge! What for, then?"
""Because," I said, "I must keep a look-out and see that that man on the forecastle-head does the same. If he were to see me leave the bridge, the chances are he would get careless and sit down and go to sleep, and we might run into something, and probably sink ourselves or somebody else and lose a lot of lives."
"By this time I heard loud voices and awful oaths coming from the after-end of the ship, so says I, "This must be put a stop to, but I cannot leave here without somebody takin" my place. You must take it, and walk across and across as I am doing, so that that fellow on the look-out will think it"s me."
""Aa"m not pertikler what aa dee, mister, if ye ony get thor differences settled before ye come up. Aa nivor heerd sic swearin"."
""Very well," said I; "you do what I"ve told you to do. Walk steadily to and fro, and I"ll go and see what can be done."
"When I got down below they were still wrangling, but I soon made peace with them, and they asked me to have a hand with them. I had a look on deck. It was a fine moonlight night, and nothing seemed to be in the way, so I began to play, and forgot all about the fellow on the bridge, and everything else for that matter, until I heard four bells go. This reminded me, so I stopped short, went on to the p.o.o.p, and the other fellows came up with me. I was chaffing them about their row, and I heard the look-out man call out, "A red light on the port bow, sir!" I saw we were going a long way clear, so took no notice; but the miner on the bridge increased his pace. In less than a minute the look-out man called out again, "A red light on the port bow," and got no answer. I thought to myself, "What"s going to be the upshot of this?" when the man called out again, sharply this time, "A red light on the port bow!" The miner quite excitedly shouted at the top of his voice, "Blaw the b----y thing oot, then, and let"s hear ne mair aboot it!""
At this conclusion the two captains laughed heartily, and so did Yaunie. Then all at once Farquarson began as suddenly as he had left off--
"Now, let us make up our minds never to broach running the gauntlet again in Russian waters, for they"re devils to listen, and you never know where they are. Why, I"ve seen them at the time of the war crawlin" and sneakin" about all over, lying on the sofa in the billiard-rooms, and come and ask you to play in good English.
Sometimes the impudent villains would come and barefacedly sit down at the same table where you were having a meal, and begin speakin" and get you to say something disrespectful about Russia and their Tzar, and lots of poor fellows were asked to leave the country for it. Talk about despotism and bribery! Well, I"ve seen some of their goings on.
What did they do when the poor Turks that were taken prisoners when Plevna fell marched into Reval? A few of us cheered them, and the Russians got quite annoyed about it, and hustled us about as though we were common thieves, and threatened to run us into their filthy gaol.
My word, how things have altered since the days when you could kill a Russian and n.o.body cared a bra.s.s b.u.t.ton! But now--well, there"s no word to express it."
"Ah! they"re a cruel, merciless lot," interjected Captain S--; "but I think you are getting excited, Farquarson, so you better cease talking about them."
"It is time I was getting up to the city. They are rattling it into her. She"ll be loaded in a jiffy, and I"ve much to do."
"Very well," said the bluff skipper, "get away. And it"s understood that mum"s the word; but mind you"re not through the wood yet. What do you say, Yaunie?"
"I say you no speak so loud or so much. It is better not."
"Very well, old skin-the-goat," said Farquarson playfully; "I suppose I am a bit noisy."
He then jumped aboard his vessel, and invited the trusty pilot to follow him so that they might work out a scheme that would thwart any possibility of a raid being made on the _Claverhouse_. He prided himself on being fertile in strategy, and certainly his notions were not those of an ordinary person. His confidences were given to Yaunie without any reserve. First, he suggested inveigling the raiders from S----"s vessel to his own, getting them down below and filling them full of champagne or whisky, whichever they preferred; and in the event of their remaining on board his friend"s ship, they were to be made drunk there, and that being accomplished, the vessel was to be unmoored and taken to sea with them aboard, and they were to be landed or cast adrift in an open boat. The recital of these dare-devil propositions caused Yaunie"s face to wear a careworn look, and when asked what he thought of it he said--
"Well, I try to tink, bit it is impossible. You speak what cannot happen. If you do what you say, how can you come back here? No, no; that must not be. I have better plan. No trouble, no get drunk, no run off with officers, no put him in boat; but leave it me: I settle everyting, suppose trouble come."
"Agreed again, old c.o.c.kaloram. I"m only saying what I"d do. As I said before, you can do as you like, but I prefer giving these fellows "what cheer!" I says again, what business have they to interfere with Englishmen carryin" on their business in their own way? I say they had no right to put a blockade on, and England should see that her subjects are duly protected."
This eloquent p.r.o.nouncement of patriotism, with comic gesture added, excited the fiery dissent of the critical Levantine.
"Yes!" he retorted; "you tink everyting foreign should be for English.
You swagger off with other people"s country and say, "This mine." You like old J----b and G----d; they speak all the time same as you.
English, English, everyting English! an" I say what for you stay? I Greek, an" I stay because Russia better for me."
This was said partly in jest and partly in good-natured earnestness, for Yaunie was a student of English characteristics. Farquarson explained that he would have to go to the Custom-house, and then to see his agents. Yaunie, with a significant look and gesture, warned him not to speak too much to port officers, bade him good-morning, said he would call back again in the afternoon, jumped on to the stage and went ash.o.r.e.
It was late in the afternoon before Captain S---- got down to the docks. His steamer was loaded and ready for sea. At the quay, close to the stern of the vessel, Mrs. C----, with her daughter, was seated in a drosky. She explained that they had come to say good-bye, and to convey a message from Patrovish that he, Yaunie, and some officers were aboard Captain Farquarson"s vessel. "He commissioned me to say that you were to slip out of the harbour quietly to avoid trouble, as he had reason to believe that there was something going on, and you might be stopped. Meanwhile, they are doing some entertaining for your benefit, so I will not detain you longer. Good-bye, and we hope to see you again soon."
The captain made haste aboard, and gave instructions to cast off the moorings. The _Claverhouse_ glided quietly out of the harbour, and in less than an hour she was steaming fall speed towards the Bosphorus.
The two captains did not meet again for several months, and when they did, Farquarson gave a vivid account of the development and ultimate success of what he termed the plot to extricate S---- from the possibility of being detained or heavily fined.
"I a.s.sure you," said he, "they were on the scent. They asked if I was the man who was on the gunboat when the English steamer ran over the mines. I swore by all that was holy that I didn"t know what they were talking about. Then Yaunie and Patrovish asked them in Russian to have some refreshment aboard my ship, and they kicked up a devil of a row when they found you had gone without saying good-bye. Yaunie swore it was to cheat the pilotage, and Patrovish said he couldn"t have believed it of you. I said you always were a bowdikite, and that you were putting on "side." The Russians were very jolly. They had a thimbleful or two of whisky, which made them talk a lot. We had a good laugh after they went away, and Patrovish said it was a good job you were gone, because they would have been sure to have caused trouble.
Yaunie wasn"t sure, but I was on C----"s side, for, I said, why did they mention the gunboat to me, if they didn"t mean anything?"
"Whatever their intentions were," rejoined Captain S----, "the precautions you took to checkmate were successful, and I am much obliged for the trouble you took after you realized the danger. I must always be grateful to you for that; and the next time you go out there, thank my two friends for their important share in it, and say to Patrovish that his own and his wife"s wish to see me soon back is much appreciated, but my present plans are such that I will not be able to visit Russia for a long time to come, and it may be I never shall again."
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 1: How came it to pa.s.s that the Russians were allowed to cross the Balkans? How was it that they were allowed to take possession so easily of the Schipka Pa.s.s? Did the personages who so soon afterwards disappeared mysteriously and were never heard of again yield up this stronghold to the possessors of a golden key? Poor Turkey!]
Fair Trade and Foul Play
Smuggling at the beginning of the nineteenth century, and right up to the middle of it, was rampant, and was regarded as a wholesome profession by those who carried it on. They called it "fair trade,"
and looked upon those whose duty it was to destroy it with an aversion that oftentimes culminated in murderous conflict. The seafaring portion of this strange body of men, in characteristic contrast to their "landlubber" accomplices, never at any time, or under any circ.u.mstances, tried to conceal what their profession was. They were proud to be known as smugglers; whereas their sh.o.r.e colleagues, many of whom were gentry, or offshoots from it, adopted every possible means to turn suspicion from themselves when the preventive men were on the scent. Smugglers of that day were adroit tacticians; they had their signs just as Freemasons or any other craft have theirs. The pursuit was exciting, and the romance of it attracted men and women of gentle as well as of humble birth into its ranks. The men who manned the luggers were sailors who knew every bay and nook round the coast.
They made heroic speeches expressive of their contempt for death. They talked boldly of powder magazines, and of blowing themselves and any one else up who put them into a tight corner; and there are instances on record that this was actually done. Be that as it may, they had great organizing skill and not a little business ability, whilst in their combination of strategy and valour they were unsurpa.s.sed. In many ways they were akin to pirates, though it could never be said that they went outside their own particular business--_i.e._, they were not predatory buccaneers who murdered first and plundered afterwards. They believed, as I have said, their calling to be as legitimate as any other form of trading. Their doctrine was that it was the Government that acted illegally, and not themselves. It was not surprising, therefore, that the system should take so long a time to wipe out, notwithstanding the rigid way in which the whole coastline of the British Isles was guarded. Much has been written about the desperate ways of these men, but no accurate estimate can be formed by the present generation of the extent of the system, and the methods adopted to carry it on. Romance has gone far, but rarely too far, in describing it; and to really know it as it was you must have lived in its atmosphere, or have taken part, either for or against, in its attractions. One of the greatest ambitions of my early boyhood days comes to me now. I had resolved that when I grew up I would secretly leave my home and join some smuggling lugger. Happily for me, the luggers had disappeared before I grew up.
Here is an authentic instance of professional attachment and pride.
When I was quite a small boy a brig ran on to the rocks beneath my father"s house. The captain was a fine, rollicking, sailorly-looking man, with a fascinating manner. He often came to our house during his stay in the locality, and one of the first things he told my parents was that in his younger days he was a smuggler, and had had many encounters with Deal coastguards. He spoke sadly of the way the "trade" was ruined by Government intervention, and said that he had never been really settled or happy since he was driven out of the business, and had to take service in the merchant navy for a living.
He was asked if he would like to go back to it again.
"Go back to it again!" said he; "I wish I could! There is nothing to fill its place in the whole world. But that is done for now. Oh! what good money we used to make, and what narrow squeaks we had of being captured or killed."
It seems incredible that so great a change should have taken place in so short a time, considering that these sea-rovers were so firmly persuaded that their profession was as lawful as any other, and that they were persecuted and hounded to death by a set of whippersnappers who made insufferable laws! The system became so gigantic in the early part of last century that the Government had to appeal to the Navy, and a large number of officers and men were landed on the coast of Kent and Suss.e.x, where a strict blockade was enforced. Later, a semi-civilian force under the control of the Customs was formed. This was called the "Preventive Water Guard," and subsequently it went under the new t.i.tle of "Preventive Coastguard." The duties were arduous and risky. The men never went forth unless armed with a big dagger-stick and a flint-lock pistol, both of which were not infrequently used with effect. Owing to the dangerous character of the occupation, a high wage and pension was offered as an inducement to join the service; at least, the wage and pension were considered very good at the time. The men, however, rarely had decent houses to live in. Their uniform was rather like that of a naval officer. They would have disdained wearing the garb of the present-day coastguard. Their training in most cases consisted in service aboard a Revenue cutter for a few months before being appointed to a station. Many of these men were tradesmen who had never been to sea at all, and often were men of education and sterling character. For the most part these educated men were Wesleyans--or "Ranters," as they were called--and not a few were local preachers, and some of them were well versed in theology. They were stationed usually eight miles apart, right along the coast, and their ordinary duty was to meet each other half-way and exchange despatches. This gave the religious section opportunities of comparing experiences and discussing the faith that was in them. I knew one who spoke and taught French and Latin, another who could make an accurate abstract of Bishop Butler"s _a.n.a.logy_ from cover to cover, and another who became possessed of a small schooner, which made him a fortune while he was still in the service. The wives of these three coastguardsmen were quite as well informed and as ardent religionists as themselves, and took a common interest in books, educational matters, and in each other"s home affairs. Their homes were always neat and clean, and the children were disciplined into a rigid, methodical life. It is a remarkable fact that the sons of each of these men have all risen to high positions in commerce, literature, art, and politics, and those that still survive are proud to acknowledge that they owe their position to the splendid example and beautiful home-life which they were taught to live when children.