Great Britain -- History, Military -- 19th century; Marshals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Wood, Evelyn, 1838-1919
The punishment was remitted after three weeks, I believe on the
recommendation of the doctor in charge of the ship. If, however, it
affected my health, it did not depress my spirits, and I joined every
evening in skylarking with my messmates, though I admit now, as I did
at the time, I feared doing many of the monkey-tricks which some of us
achieved, rather than be deemed to be less courageous than my comrades.
The game may be briefly described as that of Follow-my-Leader. Now, I
have always been giddy when on a height, and one evening nearly fell
from the main truck, which is the flat or slightly round piece of wood
crowning the top of the royal-mast, in H.M.S. _Queen_ 147 feet in
height. The cap or truck is about the size of a dinner-plate, and my
shoes being larger than it, protruded over its edges. I held on to the
lightning conductor, which reached my waistband, being so nervous as to
want to be sick, and at one moment almost let go my hold. It has always
puzzled me why some of us are giddy, while others have no nervous
apprehension of falling. When Her Majesty the Queen passed through the
Fleet off St Helen’s, on the 4th August 1853, and the ship’s company
having “manned yards” were cheering, I saw Private Buckle, Royal Marine
Light Infantry, remove the fore royal-mast lightning conductor, and
with folded arms balance on his head on the truck.
When we were at anchor in Baljic Bay, I fell overboard one evening when
acting as the “Leader” in one of these games. I had come down from the
main yardarm, on the brace, and was resting on the brace block, level
with the poop, when an officer trying to startle me opened a “quarter
gallery” window suddenly, with a shout. He succeeded, for I let go, and
falling fortunately immediately between two lower deck ports which
were open, reached the water after turning over twice in the air. I
made my shins bleed by striking the bulging outside of the ship, but
was able to swim to the boats made fast astern. Had I fallen on a
port--and there was little space between them--I must have been killed.
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