Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventureOptic, Oliver
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Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventure
Optic, Oliver
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
The captain had already caused the necessary blocks and rigging to be
collected in the hold. The assistant engineer was stationed at the
donkey-engine, the snatch-blocks were arranged for moving the heaviest
piece of the bridge, and the rope was adjusted. A chain sling was
attached to the iron, and the line made fast to it.
“Go ahead!” said O’Hara, when every thing was ready; and the order was
passed along the line of seamen until it reached the officer in charge
of the donkey-engine.
The rope straightened and strained as the power was applied; and then
the huge mass of iron began slowly to move in the required direction.
Mr. Rimmer and his gang placed the skids, and in the course of half an
hour the piece was moved to the place indicated by the carpenter. The
steamer came up on an even keel as the heavy weight changed position.
“But she is down too much by the stern,” said Mr. Rimmer, when the
piece had been blocked securely in its place.
“I see why that is,” added the Prince. “Half a dozen of those tube
pieces have rolled out of the places where they were first stowed.”
These were restored to their original beds as indicated by the
blocking; and they had doubtless been thrown out of place by the
shifting of the larger piece.
“The vessel is in good trim now,” said Mr. Rimmer, wiping the
perspiration from his brow. “Those pieces will not move again unless
the steamer goes over on her beam-ends.”
The party left the hold, and hastened on deck. The weather was still
mild, though the sky was clouded over. The captain sent an order to
the chief engineer, directing him to get up steam. The fires had been
started in the furnaces; but only steam enough had been made to work
the donkey-engine, which was not furnished with a separate boiler, as
in many vessels.
The amateur firemen had been fully instructed in their duties by Mr.
Frisbone, who remained in the fire-room till morning. Thus far the
seamen considered the hot and dirty work as good fun; but they were
not likely to hold this opinion for any length of time. Four hands had
been detailed from each watch to serve as firemen; and these were to
work two at a time, so that only two hours’ service were required of
each, or six hours a day. The fire-room was well ventilated, so that it
was not so intensely hot as in many steamers. A lot of cast-off woollen
shirts and trousers had been brought from the Tritonia for the use of
the firemen.
Mr. Frisbone did not like the looks of the quarters occupied by the
French sailors and firemen; and he insisted that the seamen should be
berthed in the cabin. There were state-rooms enough to accommodate them
all; but the part of the cabin used by the officers was separated from
that of the seamen by a curtain sliding on a brass rod.
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