Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical NovelGreey, Edward
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Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical Novel
Greey, Edward
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
Now be it known that Puffeigh had taken a great dislike to Sergeant
Spine of the Royal Marines, so one Sunday morning, after abusing that
well-drilled and intensely rigid individual, he wound up his tirade by
directing Corporal Kerr of the Royal Marine Artillery to remove the
three good-conduct stripes which decorated his arm. The sergeant was a
thin bamboo-shaped fellow, long in body and small in head, his tight
leathern stock giving him a chronic stiff-neck, and making his
countenance when at rest strongly resemble that of a half-choked kitten.
He was always drilling some one; and so inveterate was this habit with
him, that when not operating upon others he drilled himself. Spine had a
certain number of motions in which to perform every action of his life.
He would rise, or rather turn out of his hammock in six, dress in
eighteen, eat his food with eleven, and say his prayers with three, and
it was amusing to hear him give himself the word of command, which he
would do in an undertone, even when in the presence of his superior
officers. The commander considered the sergeant wanting in proper
respect towards him; so when Crushe reported the man as "an illicit
dealer in sardines, pickles, blacking, and other luxuries," not knowing
how to class the offence, or otherwise punish the non-commissioned
officer, he hit upon the idea of cutting off the sergeant's good-conduct
stripes, thereby degrading him in the eyes of the Royal Marines and
Artillerymen, who were serving under his command, and affording a rich
treat to the sailors, who are always delighted to witness any
punishment inflicted upon their enemies--the sergeant of marines or
ship's corporal.
A warrant had been made out and duly signed by Puffeigh, and when Divine
Service was concluded, the marines and sailors were mustered upon the
quarter-deck, and the commander read the warrant which stated, "That
whereas, Sergeant John Spine, Royal Marine Light Infantry, had upon
sundry and divers occasions sold illicitly, disposed of, or induced
others--to wit, the seamen and boys belonging to H.M.S. Stinger--to
purchase sundry articles, to wit, sardines, pickles, and blacking at
more than four times their value, and the said sergeant having pleaded
guilty to the offence, as a punishment his good-conduct stripes were
taken from him."
When the warrant was read Spine drew himself up (one) saluted (two),
stood at attention (three), and then addressed his commander.
"Captain Puffeigh, twenty years, as boy and man, have I served my
country, and I have always endeavoured to do my duty. You have directed
my good-conduct stripes" (here he spoke with emotion) "to be cut off,
and I am ranked with felons--yes, Captain Puffeigh, with felons."
"Don't talk rubbish, sergeant!"
"I am a non-commissioned officer in the Royal Marine Light Infantry, and
know full well what discipline means, sir, but I respectfully protest
against this punishment, and demand to be tried by court-martial."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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