James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and Afloat — John Shaqi
James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and AfloatKingston, William Henry Giles
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James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and Afloat
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction
Captain Hassall had not recovered his equanimity of temper, which had
been sorely ruffled at having had two of his best men taken off by a
press-gang. He had arrived on board in time to save two more who would
otherwise also have been taken. He inveighed strongly against the
system, and declared that if it was continued he would give up England
and go over to the United States. It certainly created a very bad
feeling both among officers and men in the merchant service. While we
were talking, the frigate which was to convoy us loosed her topsails and
fired a gun, followed soon after by another, as a signal to way. The
merchantmen at once began to make sail, not so quick an operation as on
board the man-of-war. The pipe played cheerily, round went the capstan,
and in short time we, with fully fifty other vessels, many of them
first-class Indiamen, with a fair breeze, were standing down Channel;
the sky bright, the sea blue, while their white sails, towering upwards
to the heavens, shone in the sunbeams like pillars of snow.
The _Barbara_ proved herself a fast sailer, and could easily keep up
with our _Active_ protector, which kept sailing round the
majestic-looking but slow-moving Indiamen, as if to urge them on, as the
shepherd's dog does his flock. We hove-to off Falmouth, that other
vessels might join company. Altogether, we formed a numerous convoy--
some bound to the Cape of Good Hope, others to different parts of
India--two or three to our lately-established settlements in New South
Wales, and several more to China.
I will not dwell on my feelings as we took our departure from the land,
the Lizard lights bearing north half east. I had a good many friends to
care for me, and one for whom I had more than friendship. We had
magnificent weather and plenty of time to get the ship into order;
indeed I, with others who had never been to sea, began to entertain the
notion that we were to glide on as smoothly as we were then doing during
the whole voyage. We were to be disagreeably undeceived. A gale sprang
up with little warning about midnight, and hove us almost on our
beam-ends; and though we righted with the loss only of a spar or two, we
were tumbled about in a manner subversive of all comfort, to say the
least of it.
When morning broke, the hitherto trim and well-behaved fleet were
scattered in all directions, and several within sight received some
damage or other. The wind fell as quickly as it had risen, and during
the day the vessels kept returning to their proper stations in the
convoy. When night came on several were still absent, but were seen
approaching in the distance. Our third mate had been aloft for some
time, and when he came into the cabin he remarked that he had counted
more sail in the horizon than there were missing vessels. Some of the
party were inclined to laugh at him, and inquired what sort of craft he
supposed they were, phantom ships or enemy's cruisers.
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