Letters written in France, to a friend in London, between the month of November 1794, and the month of May 1795Tench, Watkin
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Letters written in France, to a friend in London, between the month of November 1794, and the month of May 1795
Tench, Watkin
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Personal narratives, British; Tench, Watkin, 1759?-1833 -- Correspondence
I blessed my good fortune, and sprang to it: but what was my
mortification, to find, that of all its former treasures (having closely
packed it with my most valuable articles) nothing remained but two bits
of black ribbon, serving to fasten my gorget!
We had been more than two hours in Captain Le Franq’s cabin, without
having had any refreshment offered to us, when, at about six o’clock,
supper was announced. The captain, inviting Admiral Bligh, and all of
us, to follow him, led us into the ward-room, where we found the banquet
spread, and all the officers of the etat-major, or ward-room mess,
assembled. I was no stranger (as you know) to the customs of the French
on land, which were never remarkable for delicacy and cleanliness; but I
had never before seen their mode of living on board their ships of war.
Our entertainment was served up on a large clumsy deal table, which was
placed (to speak in sea-language) not fore and aft, but athwart ship,
very awkwardly and inconveniently, surrounded by benches and lockers,
and in place of a table-cloth was covered by a piece of green painted
canvas. Sweet are the joys of hunger, on such an occasion! After a fast
of thirteen hours, and that in a day of such unceasing agitation as we
had passed, neither this circumstance, nor the garlic with which the
meat abounded; nor a want of knives and forks, and a change of plates;
nor the battling of the _mousses_ (dirty ragged cabin-boys) for the
scraps which were left; nor the appearance of the company, who all sat
with their hats, or red caps, on; nor their vociferation of the word
_Citoyen_, the only title they used in pledging each other to republican
toasts, could prevent me from making a most satisfactory repast. Nothing
short of the evidence of my senses could, nevertheless, have made me
believe, that so much filthiness could be quietly submitted to, when it
might be so easily prevented. Indeed, a ship is in all situations very
unfavourable to scrupulous nicety; but no description can convey an
adequate idea to a British naval officer, who has not witnessed it, of
the gross and polluted state in which the French habitually keep all
parts of their vessels, if I may judge from what I see in this. And to
complete the jest, Captain Le Franq has more than once boasted to us of
the superior attention which he pays to the cleanliness of his ship.
In the course of our conversation at supper, we learned, that this
squadron had been purposely dispatched from Brest, to intercept us on
our outward-bound passage, being furnished with exact intelligence of
the time we had put into Plymouth, and of our force and destination[C].
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