Guarding the coast was not the only occupation of the Preventive Coastguard.
There arose in 1848 a manning difficulty in the Navy, which became so grave that the large force of disciplined men employed in protecting the revenue were drilled in gunnery to fit them for sea service. Many of them were called out to serve aboard ship during the war with Russia in 1854. One of the grievances in the service was the irritating and unfair policy of the Board of Customs in constantly moving the men from one station to another. In many instances the hardships const.i.tuted a public scandal. Adequate recompense was never made for this breaking-up of their little homes, and frequently when they arrived at some outlandish coast village there was no provision made for housing them. I know of several instances where families were beholden to the generosity of the villagers or farmers for lodgings until a house was found. During the interval their furniture was stored in some dirty stable or store. It was not an uncommon thing for these poor fellows to be removed, with their families, from one end of England to the other two or three times in a year, at the behest of an uneasy bureaucratic commander-in-chief who knew little, and probably cared less, about the domestic hardships incurred. From Holy Island or Spital to Deal in those days of transit by sea was a greater and more hazardous voyage than that of Liverpool to New York to-day. The following story may give some idea of their life as they then lived it.
A group of fishermen stood at the north end of the row, watching a smart cutter that was beating from the north against a strong S.S.E.
wind and heavy sea, which broke heavily on the beach and over an outlying reef of rocks which forms a natural breakwater and shelters the fishermen"s cobles from the strong winds that blow in from the sea during the winter months. The cutter tacked close in to the north end of the ridge several times during the forenoon. Her appearance was that of a Government vessel, and her commander evidently wished to communicate with the sh.o.r.e. When the ensign was hoisted to the main gaff, the onlookers knew that she did not belong to the merchant service. The simple people who inhabited this district were concerned about the intentions of what they regarded as a mysterious visitor, and the firing of a small cannon from the taffrail did not lessen their perplexity. At last the national flag was hauled up and down, and the squire, who had come from his mansion amongst the woods, told the fishermen that those aboard the cutter were really asking for a boat to be sent to them.
The flood tide had covered the rocks. A volunteer crew of five fine specimens of English manhood were promptly got together, and a large coble was wheeled down the beach and launched into the breaking sea.
They struggled with accustomed doggedness until they had pa.s.sed the most critical part of the bay and got safely within speaking distance of the vessel. Two good-looking fellows in naval uniform stood on the quarter-deck, and one of these, the commander, asked the fishermen to take one of his officers ash.o.r.e. To this they readily agreed, though they said it would be most difficult to land, as it was much safer to go off than come in, but they would risk that. The officer jumped into the boat, the rope was slipped, and then commenced a struggle between the endurance and skill of the hardy fishermen on the one hand and the angry cross seas which threatened to toss the boat and its occupants to destruction on the other. The officer suggested that the reefs should be let out of the sail to rush her over the dangerous corner of the entrance.
"I have used this plan often," said he, "and it always succeeded."
The c.o.xswain demurred, although these men are very skilled in the handling of their boats; but at last he was prevailed upon by his crew to allow the officer to try the experiment. The latter only agreed to do so on condition that he was in no way interfered with, and his orders were strictly carried out. Up went the close-reefed lug; the occupants were instructed to lie low to windward, the men at the main sheet were ordered in a quiet, cool manner to ease off and haul in as necessity required. In a few minutes they had reached the crucial point. The men began to express anxiety, when amid the shrill song of the wind and the noise of the breaking seas, the man now in charge called out with commanding vigour--
"Steady your nerves, boys! I know quite well how to handle her."
The helmsman had barely finished his appeal when the combers began to curl up in rapid succession; the ma.s.s of water threatened to overwhelm the rushing craft, but she was manipulated with such fine seamanship that only the spray lashed over her in smothering clouds. Suddenly orders were given to stand by to lower the sail, and in another minute the helm was put down to bring the boat head to sea and wind. The sail was lowered, oars shipped, and she was manoeuvred stern on to the beach. As soon as she struck, a rush to help was made by those who had watched with feverish anxiety the pa.s.sage through the broken water, lest the frail craft should be overturned and all aboard drowned. A rope was bent on to the stern, and the crowd quickly hauled the coble away from the heavy surf into safety. At this point, an elderly gentleman, tall, with a long, s.h.a.ggy beard and bushy grey hair, which might have been a wig, rode up on a brown mare. His appearance and demeanour stamped him with the characteristics of a real old country gentleman, who put on what sailors would call an insufferable amount of "side." He promptly introduced himself to the officer as the Lord of the Manor, giving his name as Crawshaw.
The naval man gave his as Thomas Turnbull, and explained that he was sent to organize some system of resistance to the smuggling that was being carried on along that part of the coast. Mr. Crawshaw volunteered a.s.sistance, and hinted that the task would be rendered all the more arduous as he would not only have the smugglers to deal with, but their accomplices, the fisher-folk and farmers. After a few weeks"
experience, it was quite obvious that the squire was right, and in view of this, Thomas Turnbull sent for his wife and six children, and settled down to his work in real earnest.
The intimation that the new-comer was a religious man, and could preach and pray, soon spread through the villages, and large numbers flocked to see and hear him. Many came out of pure curiosity, and some to mock and jeer, but these seldom succeeded in setting at defiance the great power that was behind the preacher. He was of commanding presence; his face, as some of the villagers used to say, was good to look at, and the message that he delivered to his audience came with irresistible force, which broke the spirit of some of the most determined obstructers, and turned many into friends, and a few even into saints. The fisher-folk did not take kindly to him, and so strong was their opposition that they threatened many times to take his life.
Their savage ignorance would have unnerved and discouraged a less powerful personality, but this man seemed to be buoyed up by his belief that it was G.o.d"s work and he was only the instrument in carrying it out. He was often warned of the violence that was threatened towards him, but the intimation never disturbed his inherent belief that no earthly power could break through the cordon that protected him; and so he continued his work, temporal and spiritual, undisturbed by the threats of a cla.s.s whom he was determined to civilize, and, "with G.o.d"s help, Christianize." The process was long, the methods of resistance wicked.
Jimmy Stone, one of the worst scoundrels in the district, had laboured to persecute Turnbull, and to break up the meetings for months past.
He tyrannized over men and brutally maltreated women, and his blasphemy was terrible to listen to. It was during one of his outbursts of wrath against the "Ranter" preacher that he was suddenly staggered by Turnbull going up to him, laying his hand on his shoulder, and admonishing him to refrain from such shocking conduct.
He attempted to seize the preacher by the throat, and I fear at this juncture Turnbull forsook for a little his usual att.i.tude of equanimity, for before the giant knew where he was he lay on the ground, stunned by a left-hander. The preacher was an awkward customer to deal with, and it would seem as though he did not entirely trust to Divine interposition when hands were laid on him. His tormentor lay, a humiliated heap, at his feet. Never in Jimmy"s life had any one dared to resent his attacks in this way. He could not understand it, and was overcome more by superst.i.tion and a fear of Turnbull"s reputed supernatural aids than by real fear of his physical powers. Turnbull ordered the bully to stand up, and warned him against experimenting on strangers. He then, in quaint, old-world phraseology, the outcome of much deep reading of Butler, Baxter, and Jeremy Taylor, and wholly without cant or affectation, went on to say--
"I intend to let you off lightly on this occasion, but if I hear of you practising any injustice or in any way giving annoyance to your neighbours again, I shall deem it my duty to teach you a salutary lesson. Now, bear in mind what I say to you; and remember that the Almighty may visit you with His wrath. It may be that He will send to your house affliction, and even make it desolate by taking some one from you whom you love. Or He may see that the only way of checking the course of your wickedness is to have you laid aside with sickness.
It is probable that He will smite you by taking away from your evil influence some of your children. G.o.d is very merciful to little children when they are in the hands of brutes like you. Go away from me! and ponder over what I have said."
Jimmy slouched off, muttering vengeance against the Almighty if He dared to interfere with his bairns, and, as an addendum, he vividly portrayed the violent death of Turnbull. He slunk listlessly into his cottage, tumbled on to a seat, and was lost in meditation. Jenny, his wife, tremulously asked what ailed him. She was alarmed at his subdued manner; she had never known him come into the house without bullying and using blasphemous language to her and the children, and oftentimes this was accompanied by blows that well-nigh killed her and them; and yet she stood loyally by him whenever he needed a friend. Suddenly he jumped to his feet, and as though he had become possessed of an inspiration, broke silence by vigorously exclaiming to his wife that he had settled the manner of the "Ranter" preacher"s death.
"Aa"ll catch him some neet betwixt here and the burn [stream], and finish him. That"ll stop his taak aboot the Almighty takin" ma bairns frae me!"
Jimmy"s idea was that Turnbull was in communion with the Almighty for the removal of his children, and if he were put out of the way there would be an end to it. Jenny was no less ignorant than her husband, and therefore no less superst.i.tious about meddling with this mysterious person who had come amongst them and wrought such extraordinary changes in the lives of many of her cla.s.s. She doubted the wisdom of killing the preacher, as she had heard that these people lived after they were killed, and might wreak more terrible vengeance when their lives a.s.sumed another form. She urged her husband to leave well alone; not because she in any way differed from his views in regard to Turnbull"s preaching and his att.i.tude generally towards evil-doers, or objected to his being put to death; but she preferred some person other than her husband should do it. Hence, she disagreed with his policy, and he in turn raged at her for taking sides against him.
"This interloper"s spyin" into everythin" we dee and say," said he.
"We had nee taak aboot religion afore he c.u.m, and noo there"s nowt but religion spoken, so that we can hardly get a man or a woman t" dee any trootin" inside the limit; an" when we dee get a chance we hev t"
put wor catches into th" oven, for feor him or his gang gan sneakin"
aboot and faal in wi" summat they hae nee reet t" see. Forbye that, within the last few months he"s driven the smugglers off the coast, and deprived us o" monny an honest soverin" in helpin" them t" and theor stuff. And then he"s got the gob t" tell me that if aa divvent change me ways, the Almighty"ll dee G.o.d knaw"s what tiv us! He"ll myek sickness c.u.m, and mebbies tyek sum o" th" bairns frae us. It"ll be wa.r.s.e for him if harm c.u.ms t" th" bairns, or me either! Aa tell"t him that this mornin", an" aa said he might tell his Almighty that he taaked see much aboot, if he liked."
Jenny secretly disapproved of carrying retaliation any further, but dared not openly say another word in favour of her views, for, as she afterwards said, "Aa was afeared ye might kill me afore ye got a chance o" killin" the preacher."
Mr. Turnbull knew what Jimmy"s intentions were, and purposely put himself in his way, so that he might say a cheery word to him in pa.s.sing; but he never got more than a grunt in response. He knew that this wild creature was in league with a gang of the most desperate smugglers that the "Preventer men" had to contend with. No landing, however, had been seriously attempted during the time that Turnbull had been at the station. Craft had been sighted and signals exchanged, and then the suspected craft disappeared for weeks. The men who guarded the coast knew these buccaneers had emissaries, and could have laid hands on them, but preferred to catch them red-handed.
After weeks of close watching and waiting, information was pa.s.sed along the coast that a landing would take place close to the spot where Turnbull now lived with his wife and children. Men from all the stations extending over a radius of fifty miles were summoned to meet at a certain point at eleven o"clock on a certain night. Trusted civilians had been drafted into the service for the occasion; and so accurate was the information given, that within a couple of hours of the time several boat-loads of contraband were landed above high-water mark. Three carts came along, and while the process of transhipping into them was going on, the "Preventer" men, led by Turnbull, quietly came from their concealment, and with a sudden rush surrounded the smugglers. Those of their accomplices who had smelt the scent of battle fled behind the hills, and got clean away. One of the carts attempted to bolt, but a shower of shot targeted into the horses peremptorily stopped that move, and the drivers were easily captured.
The smugglers fought like polecats, but received no help from the few accomplices who had not escaped. These, either from fear or policy, or both, did not attempt to extricate themselves or lend their support to a lost cause. It was common knowledge that smugglers drew lots as to who had to escape if severe fighting or capture became inevitable, and the battle became the more fierce in order to cover the escape of those few. They did not all succeed in getting off in their boat, but it was estimated half a dozen might have done so. The rest, something like a score, were ultimately overpowered, sent to prison and tried in the good old style, and sentenced to transportation to the criminal dumping-ground of Western Australia.
The notorious Jimmy Stone on that memorable moaning night was disguised, but that did not prevent him being detected while rendering a.s.sistance to land and convey the contraband on to the beach and into the carts. One of the Government men was indiscreet enough to shout "James Stone, you are my prisoner!" and almost before the words were out of his mouth Jimmy dropped a keg of gin on to him and fled. The companions of the stunned man were too busy with the other cut-throats to follow Jimmy, or to see in what direction he had gone. It was only after the conflict was over that they were reminded that this lawless fisherman had escaped, and must at all costs be captured and brought to justice. A party was selected to search for him. They knew that he must be hiding in some of the hollows where the thick cl.u.s.ters of bents and bracken would give him cover. Some of the party had strayed from the central group, and were talking of Jimmy"s prowess and astuteness, and wondering where he was concealed, when they suddenly came across a man with his head and part of his body up a rabbit-hole.
He was asking in subdued tones, "Are the ---- gyen yet?" and one of the party, in the same tone of voice and the same dialect and language as he had used, cautioned him not to speak too loud, as they were still hovering about.
"My G.o.d!" said he, "when aa get oot o" this mess aa"ll hae ma revenge on that Ranter." And becoming impatient, he began to curse at his supposed friend for advising him to put his head in a rabbit-hole, vigorously announcing that he wished his ---- head was there instead of his own. "Aa cud hae run if ye hadn"t persuaded me t" hide heor."
"Hae patience!" responded the voice from without.
"Patience be d----!" said he; "Aa wish aa had them ---- Government men heor. Aa wad make short work o" them, the ---- rascals!"
"Whisht," said his companion; "they"re comin" this way!"
In a few seconds Jimmy"s posterior became the subject of some vigorous thrashing. He was dragged, yelling, from his retreat, and confronted with the men he had so recently sworn to murder. They asked if he was Jimmy Stone. He replied in the affirmative, and added--
"Aa thowt it was Jack Dent aa was taakin" tee. He c.u.m heor wiv us."
"Where is he now?" inquired the officer.
"Hoo am aa t" knaa?" said Jimmy; "but the Lord help him when aa dee c.u.m across him. He"s betrayed me. Nivvor more will aa put me heed in a rabbit-hole!"
His soliloquy was cut short by his captors putting his hands in irons and conveying him to where their colleagues were; and Jimmy would have been included amongst the convicts but for the magnanimous intercession of Turnbull, who informed his captors that they were to leave Jimmy to him. He was working out a scheme whereby his knowledge would be invaluable to the Service. So James was not sent to the Colonies.
A well-known farmer, who was accustomed to make friendly calls on the Turnbull family, was caught in the act of bolting with a cartload of unlawful merchandise. He was sent to Australia, but not as a convict.
Turnbull had found some useful purpose for him also, and he was advised to get out of the country, lest it became too hot for him.
A couple of ladies had attracted special attention; not that they were bellicose, but because in consequence of their abnormal bulk they created some suspicion that they had concealed beneath their crinolines more than their ordinary form. They were asked unchivalrously to undo their clothing, and with comic dignity and superb self-possession they defiantly declined. They were then told in the name of the Queen that if they did not undress voluntarily it would have to be done for them, whereupon they adopted the old dodge of weeping and calling themselves unprotected women, whose characters were being a.s.sailed by men whom it was not safe for females to be amongst, making the sandy hollows resound with their artificial shrieks and sobs; but it was all to no purpose. Their skirts were examined, and there were found boxes of cigars, packets of tobacco, and bottles of gin, all hooked in methodical order to an ingenious arrangement connected with the skirt. These ladies were proved to be on familiar terms with the red-capped gentlemen who were defrauding the Revenue, and not infrequently shooting down its guardians.
One of these women was the sister of Jimmy Stone, and the other his wife, and it would have gone hard with them had Turnbull not conceived the humane idea of reclaiming and ultimately drafting them into the Service. He convinced his colleagues that they would be invaluable adjutants. They would take a deal of taming, as there was little to distinguish them from a species of wild animal. He requested that they should be handed over to him for the purpose of trying the experiment. The women and Jimmy were locked up in separate rooms in the Old Tower for a week. Turnbull visited them daily, and detected on each visit the growth of penitence; his little talks had penetrated their stony, vicious natures, until at last they broke down and humbly solicited pardon and release, which was granted under well-defined conditions. There was much talk in the village about the leniency extended to the fishers. Tom Hitchings, the cartman, declared that they should have been sent to the Colonies, the same as the other smugglers; and Ted Robson said transportation was too good a punishment, they ought to have been shot or bayonetted, and had any other person but a ranter preacher been in charge it would have been done.
"How de we knaa, Tom," said Ted, "that them fiends o" smugglers winnot rise oot o" theor beds in the deed hoor o" the neet and break into wor homes and cut wor throats afore we"re awake? We helped te catch them, whaat for shouldn"t we hev some say aboot theor punishment?"
"That"s whaat aa says," replied Tom. "But ye"ll heor o" some queer things happenin" varry syen. He"ll be hevvin" his meetin"s in Jenny"s hoose, and Jimmy"ll be preachin" afore lang. Ther"ll be fine scenes if it"s not throttled i" the bud."
"Get away, man," said Ned; "they"re the biggest blackguards roond the countryside, and they"ll steal, rob, or morder, whichivver comes handiest. What d"ye think that fellow Jimmy did once? A ship was in the offin". She had distress signals flyin". He could get neebody te man a boat but women; the men wadn"t hev onythin" te dee wiv him, so his awn wife, Ailsie"s Jenny, Nanny Dent, and Peggy Story went. They pulled the boat through monster seas, and the brute was cursin" at the women aal the way until they gat alangside, when the captain said, "Ma ship"s sinkin"." The crew were telled to jump into the boat smart, and as syen as the captain said, "We"re aal heor," Jimmy sprang aboard like a cat, cast the boat adrift, shooted to his wife, "She"s mine!
Pull the ---- ash.o.r.e, and then come off and we"ll take her in!" The captain saa the trick and demanded to be taken back, but Jenny felled him with the tiller, and threatened to slay onny of the others. They were nearly ash.o.r.e when the captain exclaimed, "She"s not his; Sancho, the dog, has been left behind!" The crew were landed, and the boat went back to the ship. The women gat aboard, and asked Jimmy if he had seen a dog. He said, "There"s nee dog heor; the ship"s wors," and they say he fand the dog on the floor and that he put it ower-board. Now, there"s a born convict for ye! An" they tell me, him and his women gat the ship safely into port, and the folk shooted, "Bravo, Jimmy Stone!"
They said he was a hard swearer, but a brave, clever fellow, and aa said when aa hard it, "Whaat aboot the dog?" The ship was selled, and Jimmy gat summit--whaat de they caal it--salvage, aa think. They say he"s worth lots o" money."
"But whaat did they say aboot the dog?" said Tom.
"Wey, the captain said the dog was left as a safeguard against bein"
boarded and claimed as a derelict; but Jimmy swore that the dog wasn"t there when he gat aboard, and neebody saa what becam" on"t, and so the matter rests. They often say te him, "Whe tossed the dog ower board?"
and aa believe he"s nearly mordered half a dozen big men for sayin"
sic things."
"Eh, man," said Tom pensively, "what a grand Christian gentleman he"ll make!"
Shortly after Jimmy"s release from the Old Tower, his youngest child succ.u.mbed to the ravages of a malignant fever. He and his wife were distracted, as, in spite of their pagan instincts and habits, their devotion to their offspring was a pa.s.sion. They remembered Mr.
Turnbull appealing to them to flee from the wrath to come by amending their ways, lest something terrible befell themselves or their children, and instead of the recollection of this warning kindling strong demonstrations of resentment against the lay preacher now, Jenny implored her husband to run over the moor and get Mr. Turnbull to come and administer comfort to them.
"He"ll give us the sacrament, and pray for us at the bedside were the deed bairn lies."
Jimmy was dazed at the suggestion. He could not quite bring himself to give up the idea of some day renewing his former habits of aiding the smugglers, and of doing a bit of poaching. He was quite frank in stating to his wife that he feared if Turnbull came and prayed with them he would get him to join the chapel folk, and there would be no more poaching or smuggling after that.