Frontier and pioneer life -- Québec (Province) -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories
17.--At daybreak we were roused by the clanking of the capstan as the
anchor was weighed. There was a light air from the north-east. Sails
were spread and we slowly beat out of the bay and took a long slant
into the channel, dropping our pilot as we passed Kingstown. Stores
were broached and biscuit for three days served. They were very coarse
and somewhat mouldy, yet the government officer was supposed to have
examined and passed them as up to the requirements of the emigration
act. Bad as they were, they were eagerly accepted, and so hungry were
the people that by night most of them were eaten. How shamefully the
ship was overcrowded was now to be seen and fully realized. There were
not berths for two-thirds of the passengers, and by common consent they
were given up to the aged, to the women and the children. The others
slept on chests and bundles, and many could find no other resting place
than the floor, which was so occupied that there was no room to walk
left. I ascertained, accidentally, that the mate served out rations
for 530 today. He counts two children as one, so that there are over
600 souls on board a ship which should not legally have 400, for the
emigrant act specifies 10 square feet of deck to a passenger. Why was
this allowed? What I heard a man telling this morning explains all. The
government had sent £200 to be spent on relief works in his townland
by giving employment at a shilling a day. When £50 had been paid out,
the grant was declared to be exhausted. Where did the £150 go? Into the
pockets of a few truly loyal defenders of the English constitution and
of the Protestant religion. The British parliament has voted enough
money to put food in every starving mouth in Ireland. Half and more of
the money has been kept by bloodsuckers of the English garrison. I get
mad when I think of all this. The official class in Ireland is the most
corrupt under the sun. A bribe will blind them, as I saw yesterday,
when the inspector passed our ship and stores. Wind continued light
all forenoon, and fell away in the afternoon to a calm. After sunset a
breeze sprung up from the west, but did not hold, and as I write we are
becalmed in mid-channel.
18.--Light and baffling breezes from the west and north-west prevailed
all day, so we made little progress on the long journey before us. One
of our many tacks brought us close to the English coast. It was my
first and likely to be my last view of that country. Aileen has made
our cabin snug and convenient beyond belief. Her happy disposition
causes her to make the best of everything.
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