Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Medical care -- Anecdotes; Ship physicians -- Great Britain -- Anecdotes
I have in my mind's eye even now a lieutenant who commanded a gunboat in
which I served as medical officer in charge. This little man was what
is called a sea-lawyer--my naval readers well know what I mean; he knew
all the Admiralty Instructions, was an amateur engineer, only needed the
title of M.D. to make him a doctor, could quibble and quirk, and in fact
could prove by the Queen's Regulations that your soul, to say nothing of
your body, wasn't your own; that _you_ were a slave, and _he_ lord--god
of all he surveyed. Peace be with him! he has gone to his account; he
will not require an advocate, he can speak for himself. Not many such
hath the service, I am happy to say. He was continually changing his
poor hard-worked sub-lieutenants, and driving his engineers to drink,
previously to trying them by court-martial. At first he and I got on
very well; apparently he "loved me like a vera brither;" but we did not
continue long "on the same platform," and, from the day we had the first
difference of opinion, he was my foe, and a bitter one too. I assure
you, reader, it gave me a poor idea of the service, for it was my first
year. He was always on the outlook for faults, and his kindest words to
me were "chaffing" me on my accent, or about my country. To be able to
meet him on his own ground I studied the Instructions day and night, and
tried to stick by them.
Malingering was common on board; one or two whom I caught I turned to
duty: the men, knowing how matters stood between the commander and me,
refused to work, and so I was had up and bullied on the quarter-deck for
"neglect of duty" in not putting these fellows on the sick-list. After
this I had to put every one that asked on the sick-list.
"Doctor," he would say to me on reporting the number sick, "this is
_wondrous_ strange--_thirteen_ on the list, out of only ninety men.
Why, sir, I've been in line-of-battle ships,--_line-of-battle_ ships,
sir,--where they had not ten sick--_ten sick_, sir." This of course
implied an insult to me, but I was like a sheep before the shearers,
dumb.
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