"And a piece of fat pork?"
"Yes, that I can."
"It"s thanks to me then, Pater," replied he; "so you"ll have no more of my medicine until you fall sick again."
"I hope not," replied I, "for it was not very pleasant."
"Pleasant! you simple Simple, when did you ever hear of physic being pleasant, unless a man prescribe for himself? I suppose you"d be after lollipops for the yellow fever. Live and larn, boy, and thank Heaven that you"ve found somebody who loves you well enough to baste you when it"s good for your health."
I replied, "that I certainly hoped that much as I felt obliged to him, I should not require any more proofs of his regard."
"Any more such _striking_ proofs, you mean, Pater; but let me tell you that they were sincere proofs, for since you"ve been ill I"ve been eating your pork and drinking your grog, which latter can"t be too plentiful in the Bay of Biscay. And now that I"ve cured you, you"ll be tucking all that into your own little breadbasket, so that I"m no gainer, and I think that you may be convinced that you never had or will have two more disinterested thumpings in all your born days. However, you"re very welcome, so say no more about it."
I held my tongue and ate a very hearty breakfast. From that day I returned to my duty, and was put into the same watch with O"Brien, who spoke to the first lieutenant, and told him that he had taken me under his charge.
Chapter XII
New theory of Mr Muddle remarkable for having no end to it--Novel practice of Mr Chucks--O"Brien commences his history--There were giants in those days--I bring up the master"s _night-gla.s.s_.
As I have already mentioned sufficient of the captain and the first lieutenant to enable the reader to gain an insight into their characters, I shall now mention two very odd personages who were my shipmates, the carpenter and the boatswain. The carpenter, whose name was Muddle, used to go by the appellation of Philosopher Chips, not that he followed any particular school, but had formed a theory of his own, from which he was not to be dissuaded. This was, that the universe had its cycle of events turned round, so that in a certain period of time everything was to happen over again. I never could make him explain upon what data his calculations were founded; he said, that if he explained it, I was too young to comprehend it; but the fact was this, "that in 27,672 years everything that was going on now would be going on again, with the same people as were existing at this present time." He very seldom ventured to make the remark to Captain Savage, but to the first lieutenant he did very often. "I"ve been as close to it as possible, sir, I do a.s.sure you, although you find fault; but 27,672 years ago you were first lieutenant of this ship, and I was carpenter, although we recollect nothing about it; and 27,672 years hence we shall both be standing by this boat, talking about the repairs, as we are now."
"I do not doubt it, Mr Muddle," replied the first lieutenant; "I dare say that it is all very true, but the repairs must be finished this night, and 27,672 years hence you will have the order just as positive as you have it now, so let it be done."
This theory made him very indifferent as to danger, or indeed as to anything. It was of no consequence, the affair took its station in the course of time. It had happened at the above period, and would happen again. Fate was fate. But the boatswain was a more amusing personage. He was considered to be the _taughtest_ (that is, the most active and severe) boatswain in the service. He went by the name of "Gentleman Chucks"--the latter was his surname. He appeared to have received half an education; sometimes his language was for a few sentences remarkably well chosen, but, all of a sudden, he would break down at a hard word; but I shall be able to let the reader into more of his history as I go on with my adventures. He had a very handsome person, inclined to be stout, keen eyes, and hair curling in ringlets. He held his head up, and strutted as he walked. He declared "that an officer should look like an officer, and _comport_ himself accordingly." In his person he was very clean, wore rings on his great fingers, and a large frill to his bosom, which stuck out like the back fin of a perch, and the collar of his shirt was always pulled up to a level with his cheek-bones. He never appeared on deck without his "persuader," which was three rattans twisted into one, like a cable; sometimes he called it his Order of the Bath, or his Tri_o_ junct_o_ in Uno; and this persuader was seldom idle.
He attempted to be very polite, even when addressing the common seamen, and, certainly, he always commenced his observations to them in a very gracious manner, but, as he continued, he became less choice in his phraseology. O"Brien said that his speeches were like the Sin of the poet, very fair at the upper part of them, but shocking at the lower extremities. As a specimen of them, he would say to the man on the forecastle, "Allow me to observe, my dear man, in the most delicate way in the world, that you are spilling that tar upon the deck--a deck, sir, if I may venture to make the observation, I had the duty of seeing holystoned this morning. You understand me, sir, you have defiled his majesty"s forecastle. I must do my duty, sir, if you neglect yours; so take that--and that--and that--(thrashing the man with his rattan)--you d--d hay-making son of a sea-cook. Do it again, d--n your eyes, and I"ll cut your liver out."
I remember one of the ship"s boys going forward with a kid of dirty water to empty in the head, without putting his hand up to his hat as he pa.s.sed the boatswain. "Stop, my little friend," said the boatswain, pulling out his frill, and raising up both sides of his shirt-collar.
"Are you aware, sir, of my rank and station in society?"
"Yes, sir," replied the boy, trembling, and eyeing the rattan.
"Oh, you are!" replied Mr Chucks. "Had you not been aware of it, I should have considered a gentle correction necessary, that you might have avoided such an error in future; but, as you _were_ aware of it, why then, d--n you, you have no excuse, so take that--and that--you yelping, half-starved abortion. I really beg your pardon, Mr Simple,"
said he to me, as the boy went howling forward, for I was walking with him at the time; "but really the service makes brutes of us all. It is hard to sacrifice our health, our night"s rest, and our comforts; but still more so, that in my responsible situation, I am obliged too often to sacrifice my gentility."
The master was the officer who had charge of the watch to which I was stationed; he was a very rough sailor, who had been brought up in the merchant service, not much of a gentleman in his appearance, very good-tempered, and very fond of grog. He always quarrelled with the boatswain, and declared that the service was going to the devil, now that warrant officers put on white shirts, and wore frills to them. But the boatswain did not care for him; he knew his duty, he did his duty, and if the captain was satisfied, he said, that the whole ship"s company might grumble. As for the master, he said, the man was very well, but having been brought up in a collier, he could not be expected to be very refined; in fact, he observed, pulling up his shirt-collar--"it was impossible to make a silk purse out of a sow"s ear." The master was very kind to me, and used to send me down to my hammock before my watch was half over. Until that time, I walked the deck with O"Brien, who was a very pleasant companion, and taught me everything that he could, connected with my profession. One night, when he had the middle watch, I told him I should like very much if he would give me the history of his life. "That I will, my honey," replied he, "all that I can remember of it, though I have no doubt but that I"ve forgotten the best part of it.
It"s now within five minutes of two bells, so we"ll heave the log and mark the board, and then I"ll spin you a yarn, which will keep us both from going to sleep." O"Brien reported the rate of sailing to the master, marked it down on the log-board, and then returned.
"So now, my boy, I"ll come to an anchor on the topsail halyard rack, and you may squeeze your thread-paper little carca.s.s under my lee, and then I"ll tell you all about it. First and foremost, you must know that I am descended from the great O"Brien Borru, who was king in his time, as the great Fingal was before him. Of course you"ve heard of Fingal?"
"I can"t say that I ever did," replied I.
"Never heard of Fingal!--murder! Where must you have been all your life?
Well, then, to give you some notion of Fingal, I will first tell you how Fingal bothered the great Scotch giant, and then I"ll go on with my own story. Fingal, you must know, was a giant himself, and no fool of one, and any one that affronted him was as sure of a bating, as I am to keep the middle watch to-night. But there was a giant in Scotland as tall as the mainmast, more or less, as we say when we a"n"t quite sure, as it saves telling more lies than there"s occasion for. Well, this Scotch giant heard of Fingal, and how he had beaten everybody, and he said, "Who is this Fingal? By Jasus," says he in Scotch, "I"ll just walk over and see what he"s made of." So he walked across the Irish Channel, and landed within half-a-mile of Belfast, but whether he was out of his depth or not I can"t tell, although I suspect that he was not dry-footed. When Fingal heard that this great chap was coming over, he was in a devil of a fright, for they told him that the Scotchman was taller by a few feet or so. Giants, you know, measure by feet, and don"t bother themselves about the inches, as we little devils are obliged to do. So Fingal kept a sharp look-out for the Scotchman, and one fine morning, there he was, sure enough, coming up the hill to Fingal"s house. If Fingal was afraid before, he had more reason to be afraid when he saw the fellow, for he looked for all the world like the Monument upon a voyage of discovery. So Fingal ran into his house, and called to his wife Shaya, "My vourneen," says he, "be quick now; there"s that big bully of a Scotchman coming up the hill. Kiver me up with the blankets, and if he asks who is in bed, tell him it"s the child." So Fingal laid down on the bed, and his wife had just time to cover him up, when in comes the Scotchman, and though he stooped low, he broke his head against the portal. "Where"s that baste Fingal?" says he, rubbing his forehead; "show him to me, that I may give him a bating." "Whisht, whisht!" cries Shaya, "you"ll wake the babby, and then him that you talk of bating will be the death of you, if he comes in." "Is that the babby?" cried the Scotchman with surprise, looking at the great carca.s.s m.u.f.fled up in the blankets. "Sure it is," replied Shaya, "and Fingal"s babby too; so don"t you wake him, or Fingal will twist your neck in a minute." "By the cross of St Andrew," replied the giant, "then it"s time for me to be off; for if that"s his babby, I"ll be but a mouthful to the fellow himself. Good morning to ye." So the Scotch giant ran out of the house, and never stopped to eat or drink until he got back to his own hills, foreby he was nearly drowned in having mistaken his pa.s.sage across the Channel in his great hurry. Then Fingal got up and laughed, as well he might, at his own "cuteness; and so ends my story about Fingal. And now I"ll begin about myself. As I said before, I am descended from the great O"Brien, who was a king in his time, but that time"s past. I suppose, as the world turns round, my children"s children"s posterity may be kings again, although there seems but little chance of it just now; but there"s ups and downs on a grand scale, as well as in a man"s own history, and the wheel of fortune keeps turning for the comfort of those who are at the lowest spoke, as I may be just now. To cut the story a little shorter, I skip down to my great-grandfather, who lived like a real gentleman, as he was, upon his ten thousand a year. At last he died, and eight thousand of the ten was buried with him. My grandfather followed his father all in good course of time, and only left my father about one hundred acres of bog, to keep up the dignity of the family. I am the youngest of ten, and devil a copper have I but my pay, or am I likely to have. You may talk about _descent_, but a more _descending_ family than mine was never in existence, for here am I with twenty-five pounds a-year, and a half-pay of "nothing a day, and find myself," when my great ancestor did just what he pleased with all Ireland, and everybody in it. But this is all nothing, except to prove satisfactorily that I am not worth a skillagalee, and that is the reason which induces me to condescend to serve his Majesty. Father M"Grath, the priest, who lived with my father, taught me the elements, as they call them. I thought I had enough of the elements then, but I"ve seen a deal more of them since. "Terence," says my father to me one day, "what do you mane to do?" "To get my dinner, sure," replied I, for I was not a little hungry. "And so you shall to-day, my vourneen," replied my father, "but in future you must do something to get your own dinner: there"s not praties enow for the whole of ye. Will you go to the _say_?" "I"ll just step down and look at it,"
says I, for we lived but sixteen Irish miles from the coast; so when I had finished my meal, which did not take long, for want of ammunition, I trotted down to the Cove to see what a ship might be like, and I happened upon a large one sure enough, for there lay a three-decker with an admiral"s flag at the fore. "May be you"ll be so civil as to tell me what ship that is," said I to a sailor on the pier. "It"s the Queen Charlotte," replied he, "of one hundred and twenty guns." Now when I looked at her size, and compared her with all the little smacks and hoys lying about her, I very naturally asked how old she was; he replied, that she was no more than three years old. "But three years old!"
thought I to myself, "it"s a fine vessel you"ll be when you"ll come of age, if you grow at that rate: you"ll be as tall as the top of Bencrow,"(that"s a mountain we have in our parts). You see, Peter, I was a fool at that time, just as you are now; but by-and-by, when you"ve had as many thrashings as I have had, you may chance to be as clever. I went back to my father, and told him all I had seen, and he replied, that if I liked it I might be a midshipman on board of her, with nine hundred men under my command. He forgot to say how many I should have over me, but I found that out afterwards. I agreed, and my father ordered his pony and went to the lord-lieutenant, for he had interest enough for that. The lord-lieutenant spoke to the admiral, who was staying at the palace, and I was ordered on board as midshipman. My father fitted me out pretty handsomely, telling all the tradesmen that their bills should be paid with my first prize-money, and thus, by promises and blarney, he got credit for all I wanted. At last all was ready: Father M"Grath gave me his blessing, and told me that if I died like an O"Brien, he would say a power of ma.s.ses for the good of my soul. "May you never have the trouble, sir," said I. "Och, trouble! a pleasure, my dear boy," replied he, for he was a very polite man; so off I went with my big chest, not quite so full as it ought to have been, for my mother cribbed one half of my stock for my brothers and sisters. "I hope to be back again soon, father," said I as I took my leave. "I hope not, my dear boy," replied he: "a"n"t you provided for, and what more would you have?" So, after a deal of bother, I was fairly on board, and I parted company with my chest, for I stayed on deck, and that went down below. I stared about with all my eyes for some time, when who should be coming off but the captain, and the officers were ordered on deck to receive him. I wanted to have a quiet survey of him, so I took up my station on one of the guns, that I might examine him at my leisure. The boatswain whistled, the marines presented arms, and the officers all took off their hats as the captain came on the deck, and then the guard was dismissed, and they all walked about the deck as before; but I found it very pleasant to be astride on the gun, so I remained where I was. "What do you mane by that, you big young scoundrel?" says he, when he saw me. "It"s nothing at all I mane," replied I; "but what do you mane by calling an O"Brien a scoundrel?" "Who is he?" said the captain to the first lieutenant. "Mr O"Brien, who joined the ship about an hour since." "Don"t you know better than to sit upon a gun?" said the captain. "To be sure I do,"
replied I, "when there"s anything better to sit upon." "He knows no better, sir," observed the first lieutenant. "Then he must be taught,"
replied the captain. "Mr O"Brien, since you have perched yourself on that gun to please yourself, you will now continue there for two hours to please me. Do you understand, sir?--you"ll ride on that gun for two hours." "I understand, sir," replied I; "but I am afraid that he won"t move without spurs, although there"s plenty of _metal_ in him." The captain turned away and laughed as he went into his cabin, and all the officers laughed, and I laughed too, for I perceived no great hardship in sitting down an hour or two, any more than I do now. Well, I soon found that, like a young bear, all my troubles were to come. The first month was nothing but fighting and squabbling with my messmates; they called me a _raw_ Irishman, and _raw_ I was, sure enough, from the constant thrashings and coltings I received from those who were bigger and stronger than myself; but nothing lasts for ever--as they discovered that whenever they found blows I could find back, they got tired of it, and left me and my brogue alone. We sailed for the Toolong fleet."
"What fleet?" inquired I.
"Why, the Toolong fleet, so called, I thought, because they remained too long in harbour, bad luck to them; and then we were off Cape See-see (devil a bit could we see of them except their mast-heads) for I don"t know how many months. But I forgot to say that I got into another sc.r.a.pe just before we left harbour. It was my watch when they piped to dinner, and I took the liberty to run below, as my messmates had a knack of forgetting absent friends. Well, the captain came on board, and there were no side boys, no side ropes, and no officers to receive him. He came on deck foaming with rage, for his dignity was hurt, and he inquired who was the midshipman of the watch. "Mr O"Brien," said they all. "Devil a bit," replied I, "it was my forenoon watch." "Who relieved you, sir?" said the first lieutenant. "Devil a soul, sir," replied I; "for they were all too busy with their pork and beef." "Then why did you leave the deck without relief?" "Because, sir, my stomach would have had but little relief if I had remained." The captain, who stood by, said, "Do you see those cross-trees, sir?" "Is it those little bits of wood that you mane, on the top there, captain?" "Yes, sir; now just go up there, and stay until I call you down. You must be brought to your senses, young man, or you"ll have but little prospect in the service."
"I"ve an idea that I"ll have plenty of prospect when I get up there,"
replied I, "but it"s all to please you." So up I went, as I have many a time since, and as you often will, Peter, just to enjoy the fresh air and your own pleasant thoughts, all at one and the same time.
"At last I became much more used to the manners and customs of _say_-going people, and by the time that I had been fourteen months off Cape See-see, I was considered a very genteel young midshipman, and my messmates (that is, all that I could thrash, which didn"t leave out many) had a very great respect for me.
"The first time that I put my foot on sh.o.r.e was at Minorca, and then I put my foot into it (as we say), for I was nearly killed for a heretic, and only saved by proving myself a true Catholic, which proves that religion is a great comfort in distress, as Father M"Grath used to say.
Several of us went on sh.o.r.e, and having dined upon a roast turkey, stuffed with plum-pudding (for everything else was cooked in oil, and we could not eat it), and having drunk as much wine as would float a jolly-boat, we ordered donkeys, to take a little equestrian exercise.
Some went off tail on end, some with their hind-quarters uppermost, and then the riders went off instead of the donkeys; some wouldn"t go off at all; as for mine he would go--and where the devil do you think he went?
Why, into the church where all the people were at ma.s.s; the poor brute was dying with thirst, and smelt water. As soon as he was in, notwithstanding all my tugging and hauling, he ran his nose into the holy-water font, and drank it all up. Although I thought, that seeing how few Christians have any religion, you could not expect much from a donkey, yet I was very much shocked at the sacrilege, and fearful of the consequences. Nor was it without reason, for the people in the church were quite horrified, as well they might be, for the brute drank as much holy-water as would have purified the whole town of Port Mahon, suburbs and all to boot. They rose up from their knees and seized me, calling upon all the saints in the calendar. Although I knew what they meant, not a word of their lingo could I speak, to plead for my life, and I was almost torn to pieces before the priest came up. Perceiving the danger I was in, I wiped my finger across the wet nose of the donkey, crossed myself, and then went down on my knees to the priests, crying out _Culpa mea_, as all good Catholics do--though "twas no fault of mine, as I said before, for I tried all I could, and tugged at the brute till my strength was gone. The priests perceived by the manner in which I crossed myself that I was a good Catholic, and guessed that it was all a mistake of the donkey"s. They ordered the crowd to be quiet, and sent for an interpreter, when I explained the whole story. They gave me absolution for what the donkey had done, and after that, as it was very rare to meet an English officer who was a good Christian, I was in great favour during my stay at Minorca, and was living in plenty, paying for nothing, and as happy as a cricket. So the jacka.s.s proved a very good friend, and, to reward him, I hired him every day, and galloped him all over the island. But, at last, it occurred to me that I had broken my leave, for I was so happy on sh.o.r.e that I quite forgot that I had only permission for twenty-four hours, and I should not have remembered it so soon, had it not been for a party of marines, headed by a sergeant, who took me by the collar, and dragged me off my donkey. I was taken on board, and put under an arrest for my misconduct. Now, Peter, I don"t know anything more agreeable than being put under an arrest. Nothing to do all day but eat and drink, and please yourself, only forbid to appear on the quarter-deck, the only place that a midshipman wishes to avoid.
Whether it was to punish me more severely, or whether he forgot all about me, I can"t tell, but it was nearly two months before I was sent for to the cabin; and the captain, with a most terrible frown, said, that he trusted that my punishment would be a warning to me, and that now I might return to my duty. "Plase your honour," said I, "I don"t think that I"ve been punished enough yet." "I am glad to find that you are so penitent, but you are forgiven, so take care that you do not oblige me to put you again in confinement." So, as there was no persuading him, I was obliged to return to my duty again; but I made a resolution that I would get into another sc.r.a.pe again as soon as I dared--"
"Sail on the starboard bow!" cried the look-out man.
"Very well," replied the master; "Mr O"Brien--where"s Mr O"Brien?"
"Is it me you mane, sir?" said O"Brien, walking up to the master, for he had sat down so long in the topsail-halyard rack, that he was wedged in and could not get out immediately.
"Yes, sir; go forward, and see what that vessel is."
"Aye, aye, sir," said O"Brien. "And Mr Simple," continued the master, "go down and bring me up my night-gla.s.s."
"Yes, sir," replied I. I had no idea of a night-gla.s.s; and as I observed that about this time his servant brought him up a gla.s.s of grog, I thought it very lucky that I knew what he meant. "Take care that you don"t break it, Mr Simple." "Oh, then, I"m all right," thought I; "he means the tumbler." So down I went, called up the gunroom steward, and desired him to give me a gla.s.s of grog for Mr Doball. The steward tumbled out in his shirt, mixed the grog, and gave it to me, and I carried it up very carefully to the quarter-deck.
During my absence, the master had called the captain, and in pursuance of his orders, O"Brien had called the first lieutenant, and when I came up the ladder, they were both on deck. As I was ascending, I heard the master say, "I have sent young Simple down for my night-gla.s.s, but he is so long, that I suppose he has made some mistake. He"s but half a fool."
"That I deny," replied Mr Falcon, the first lieutenant, just as I put my foot on the quarter-deck; "he"s no fool." "Perhaps not," replied the master. "Oh, here he is. What made you so long, Mr Simple--where is my night-gla.s.s?"
"Here it is, sir," replied I, handing him the tumbler of grog; "I told the steward to make it stiff." The captain and the first lieutenant burst out into a laugh for Mr Doball was known to be very fond of grog; the former walked aft to conceal his mirth; but the latter remained. Mr Doball was in a great rage. "Did not I say that the boy was half a fool?" cried he to the first lieutenant. "At all events, I"ll not allow that he has proved himself so in this instance," replied Mr Falcon, "for he has. .h.i.t the right nail on the head." Then the first lieutenant joined the captain, and they both went off laughing. "Put it on the capstan, sir," said Mr Doball to me, in an angry voice. "I"ll punish you by-and-by." I was very much astonished; I hardly knew whether I had done right or wrong; at all events, thought I to myself, I did for the best; so I put it on the capstan and walked to my own side of the deck. The captain and first lieutenant then went below, and O"Brien came aft.
"What vessel is it?" said I.
"To the best of my belief, it"s one of your bathing-machines going home with despatches," replied he.
"A bathing machine," said I; "why I thought that they were hauled up on the beach." "That"s the Brighton sort; but these are made not to go up at all."
"What then?"
"Why, to _go down_, to be sure; and remarkably well they answer their purpose. I won"t puzzle you any more, my Peter--I"m spaking h.e.l.ligorically, which I believe means telling a h.e.l.l of a lie. It"s one of your ten-gun brigs, to the best of my knowledge."
I then told O"Brien what had occurred, and how the master was angry with me. O"Brien laughed very heartily, and told me never to mind, but to keep in the lee-scuppers and watch him. "A gla.s.s of grog is a bait that he"ll play round till he gorges. When you see it to his lips, go up to him boldly, and ask his pardon, if you have offended him, and then, if he"s a good Christian, as I believe him to be, he"ll not refuse it."
I thought this was very good advice, and I waited under the bulwark on the lee-side. I observed that the master made shorter and shorter turns every time, till at last he stopped at the capstan and looked at the grog. He waited about half a minute, and then he took up the tumbler, and drank about half of it. It was very strong, and he stopped to take breath. I thought this was the right time, and I went up to him. The tumbler was again to his lips, and before he saw me, I said, "I hope, sir, you"ll forgive me; I never heard of a night telescope, and knowing that you had walked so long, I thought you were tired, and wanted something to drink to refresh you." "Well, Mr Simple," said he, after he had finished the gla.s.s, with a deep sigh of pleasure, "as you meant kindly, I shall let you off this time; but recollect, that whenever you bring me a gla.s.s of grog again, it must not be in the presence of the captain or first lieutenant." I promised him very faithfully, and went away quite delighted with my having made my peace with him, and more so, that the first lieutenant had said that I was no fool for what I had done.
At last our watch was over, and about two bells I was relieved by the midshipmen of the next watch. It is very unfair not to relieve in time, but if I said a word I was certain to be thrashed the next day upon some pretence or other. On the other hand, the midshipman whom I relieved was also much bigger than I was, and if I was not up before one bell, I was cut down and thrashed by him: so that between the two I kept much more than my share of the watch, except when the master sent me to bed before it was over.