"And what"s her name, dad?" I then inquired, jumping down from Prince"s back as I spoke and giving the reins also in charge of our darkey groom.
"The _Josephine_ of London," he replied in regular ship-shape fashion; "Captain Miles, master and part owner."
CHAPTER FOUR.
THE "JOSEPHINE."
"What!" I exclaimed joyfully; "Captain Miles! That jolly old fellow who came out to Mount Pleasant last year and showed me how to make a kite?"
"The same," replied dad. "But remember, Tom, he"s not much over my age; and I do not by any means call myself an old man yet! Besides, he and I are friends of long standing, and you should not speak of him so disrespectfully."
"Oh, dad, I didn"t mean that, and I beg his pardon, I"m sure," I interposed hastily at this. "What I wished to express was, that I thought him so nice and pleasant, that I was very glad to have the chance of seeing him again!"
"My dear boy, I know what you meant," said dad kindly, with his usual bright smile, the sight of which eased my mind in a minute. "However, Tom," he added quizzingly, "we must now see about getting out to the old fellow."
But this was sooner said than done.
There was the ship, it was true, and there were we on the sh.o.r.e looking at her; but, there between us stretched an expanse of nearly two miles of blue water, which we certainly could not cross by swimming, although dad was a pretty good hand at that, and had made me, too, a fair adept in the art for my years.
How to reach the vessel, therefore, was the question.
Dad tried waving his handkerchief to attract the attention of those on board; but the crew of the _Josephine_ appeared to be all asleep, for n.o.body took any notice of the signal. Foiled in this hope, dad turned round to me again with a puzzled expression on his face, as if wondering what he should do next, though of course I could not suggest anything.
Just then Jake, who had been looking at my father very attentively all this while, as if "taking stock" of his movements, so to speak, suddenly burst into one of his huge guffaws.
"Yah, yah, ma.s.sa, golly you no see for suah!" he cried out in an ecstasy of enjoyment at what he considered a rare joke. "You am look de wrong way. Look dere, look dere!"
"Look where?" asked dad, not quite making out what particular direction Jake especially wished to draw his attention to, for the darkey was whirling one of his arms round him like a windmill to each point of the compa.s.s in turn; and, but that he had the bridles of the horses slung over his other arm, he would probably have gesticulated as frantically also with that.
"Dere, dere--t"oder way, ma.s.sa," repeated Jake, nodding his woolly head as he laughed and showed his teeth, this time indicating the extreme left of the bay, to which our backs had been turned; but where, on our now looking, we noticed a little jetty running out into the sea, with a boat putting off from it towards the ship.
"Oh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed dad; "what a stupid I am, to be sure!"
Dad"s exclamation made Jake break out afresh into a loud cachinnation.
"Golly, dis chile can"t "tand dat," he shouted. "Ma.s.sa um "tupid, ma.s.sa um "tupid, yah, yah!" and he almost doubled himself in two with merriment, his hearty laughter being so contagious that both dad and I could not help joining in. So there were we all chuckling away at a fine rate at the idea of our not noticing either the jetty or the boat before. We had been so blindly anxious to reach the _Josephine_ that we had looked in every direction but the right one for the means of getting on board her!
After a bit, dad was the first to recover his composure.
"Well, Tom," said he, "the best thing we can do now will be to ride round the bay to the point where that boat has started out from. I think I can see another craft of some sort lying alongside the jetty; and, I daresay, we"ll be able to get out to the vessel if we go there."
As he spoke he mounted Dandy again, while I jumped up nimbly on Prince"s back; and, in another moment we were cantering along the sandy beach towards the point in question, with Jake running behind holding on to Dandy"s tail, and still laughing to himself in high glee.
On approaching the jetty, it looked much bigger than it had appeared to be in the distance. It was a long wooden pier, indeed, that projected some hundred yards or so into the sea, and it had a crane at the end for hoisting and lowering the heavy hogs-heads of sugar. Dozens of these were ranged along its length awaiting shipment, and a gang of negroes were busily engaged under a white overseer in stowing some of them into the launch of the _Josephine_, which was moored right under the crane.
The name of the vessel was painted in white letters on the stern of the boat, which was turned towards us as we rode up so that we could easily see it.
On dad"s telling the overseer what he wanted, we learnt that Captain Miles was on board his vessel, and that the launch would be going out to her as soon as she was loaded; so we had nothing to do now but to wait until she had taken in as many casks of sugar as she could carry.
To me, this delay was not very tedious; for, as the overseer made the negroes "hurry up" with their task, I was much amused with the brisk way in which they trundled the huge hogs-heads along, running them up to the pier-head, slinging them to the chains of the crane, and then lowering them down into the launch. There was much creaking of cog-wheels and cheerful, "Yo-heave-hoing!" from the men in the boat below, as they stowed them away in the bottom of the craft as easily as if they were only so many tiny little kegs, the darkeys joining in the sailors"
chorus with much good-humour.
Bye and bye the job was finished, when, room having been reserved for dad and myself in the stern-sheets, the seaman in charge of the boat told us to jump in.
Then, some of the negro gang coming on board also to help man the long oars, which, like sweeps, were ranged double-banked along the sides of the launch, she was pulled away slowly from the jetty out towards the _Josephine_ in the offing, Jake, who had been left ash.o.r.e to mind the horses, casting longing looks of regret after us. He, too, would have dearly liked to have gone off to the ship.
It was heavy work, even with the aid of the sweeps, rowing such a distance under the broiling mid-day sun, for there was no breeze to aid the boat"s progress through the water, and the heavy ground-swell that was rolling in to the land of course greatly r.e.t.a.r.ded the rowers. Every moment the launch plunged almost bows under into the hollow of the sea, then rising again suddenly as the waves pa.s.sed under her keel, her stern sinking down level with the surface at the same time and her prow being high in the air. I thought it somewhat dangerous at first, but dad and the other men took it so coolly that I was soon rea.s.sured and quite enjoyed the motion.
It seemed ever so much nicer than swinging to me; for the up and down movement was as regular as clockwork, in rhythmical harmony with the undulations of the unbroken billows that swept in, one after another, in measured succession from seaward--pursuing their onward course until they broke on the curving sh.o.r.e of the bay, inside of us, with a dull low roar, like that of some caged wild animal kept under restraint and unable to exert its full strength.
After an hour"s hard pulling, the boat got alongside the ship at last, but the vessel floated so high out of the water that I could not help wondering how we should ever be able to climb on board; for the square portholes, which were the only openings in her ma.s.sive wall-like sides that I could see, were far above the level of the launch, even when the swelling surge lifted us up every now and then on the top of a heaving roller.
Dad, however, quickly solved the difficulty. At once catching hold of a couple of side lines which hung down from above, he swung himself dexterously on to a projecting piece of wood, like the bottom rung of a ladder, fixed to the hull of the vessel, and stepping from this to another cleat above he went up the side as easily as if he were ascending an ordinary staircase, soon gaining the deck overhead and disappearing from my view.
"My eye!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the sailor beside me in the boat, surprised at dad"s familiarity with such a nautical procedure. "I am blessed if that there gentleman ain"t an old hand at it."
"You"re right, my man," said I proudly, "my father was an officer in the navy once."
"Guessed so," replied the sailor laconically. "I"ve been an old man-o"- war"s man myself and thought I knew the cut of his jib!"
I could not imitate dad"s example, though, for all that; so, they had to hoist me in like a cask of sugar, as I was not able to get up the side.
I confess I was mightily pleased to find myself landed, presently, safe and sound on the p.o.o.p of the _Josephine_ by the side of dad and Captain Miles, both of whom seemed much amused at my rather ignominious entry on board the vessel. Really, I must have looked very funny with my legs dangling in the air when run up at the end of the derrick!
"Well, youngster, how did you like being strung up at the yard-arm?"
said Captain Miles, who had still a broad grin on his face. "Not many fellows have been bowsed up in that fashion and cut down so speedily!"
"No," observed dad. "I"m glad, though, that mode of execution to which you refer is now altogether abolished in the service; but I"m afraid, captain, Tom does not understand your allusion."
"Oh, yes, I do, dad," said I, fresh from the pages of Mr Midshipman Easy, and knowing all about the summary system of punishment in vogue in the old days on board ship. "Captain Miles meant hanging."
"So I did, youngster," replied that worthy cheerily; "but you seem none the worse for your experience of the operation."
"I didn"t like it, however, captain," said I, a little bit put on my dignity by being laughed at. "The next time I come on board I intend to mount up the side-ladder the same as dad did."
"That"s right, my lad, so you shall," rejoined the jolly old fellow.
"But, come below now both of you and have some luncheon. It has gone eight bells, and as I feel a trifle peckish, I daresay you"re pretty much the same."
While saying this Captain Miles descended the p.o.o.p-ladder, and, beckoning dad and I to follow him, ushered us into the cabin below, where we found a very appetising meal laid out. It seemed just as if we had been expected and that preparations had been made for our entertainment.
Dad pa.s.sed a remark about this, but the captain laughed it off.
"Oh, it"s nothing," he said. "Harry, my steward, thought he would make a spread, I suppose, because I told him I felt hungry just now. It is only our ordinary fare, though; for, when we"re in harbour like this now and have the chance of getting fresh grub, we always keep a good table.
At sea, after a spell, we"ve got to rough it on salt junk frequently."
"Not like what we poor fellows had to put up with in the service,"
observed dad, shrugging his shoulders with a grimace.
"Ah, we in the mercantile marine know how to enjoy ourselves," said Captain Miles with a satisfactory chuckle. "You naval chaps are something like what the n.i.g.g.e.rs say of white folks that have come down in the world out here, and try to keep up appearances without means.