My Life at Sea: being a "yarn" loosely spun for the purpose of holding together certain reminiscences of the transition period from sail to steam in the British mercantile marine (1863-1894)Crutchley, William Caius
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My Life at Sea: being a "yarn" loosely spun for the purpose of holding together certain reminiscences of the transition period from sail to steam in the British mercantile marine (1863-1894)
Crutchley, William Caius
Merchant marine -- Great Britain; Seafaring life
There were a very nice set of officers in the ship; but the chief was a
senior man, and it is a little awkward to come the skipper over one of
your colleagues. He was a Cape man named Chiappini, and was afterwards
killed by an accidental fall when serving in the _Arab_. The third
was a youngster named East, the son of Quartermain East of Tichborne
claimant fame. First and last he sailed with me for many years, and
there was a great friendship between us. The second, Walter Foster, was
also a nice fellow, but very delicate, though plucky to the backbone.
The engineers also were a good set. The chief, Ernest Gearing, is now
I believe one of the leading lights in the engineering world, and it
was easy to discover even then that his acquirements were of no common
order. Lastly let me mention Henry Black, the second engineer. There
was no great amount of sympathy between us at any time, but he sailed
with me as chief engineer during the greater part of my sea career.
I have gone into this detail with a view to showing the sort of men
the Company’s ships were manned with. Sailing day came at last; there
were not many passengers, but one of our directors came down to see the
ship off, bringing with him one of his very charming daughters, who was
kind enough to wish me luck and a successful command. I took it as a
good omen, and if I do not mention her name, it is in no sense that I
have forgotten it, or the graceful kindness shown me on more than one
occasion. We arrived at Plymouth in due course, and there I learned
to my great satisfaction that my friend Harry Escombe had decided at
the last minute to take a passage with me. He arrived on board in due
course, and I started on a new experience--that of being my own master.
This particular voyage we were on was a novelty also, for the people at
Algoa Bay had been complaining they did not get their goods as quickly
in proportion as the Cape Town people. We were therefore to call at St.
Vincent to pick up the latest cable news and then to go to Algoa Bay
direct, passing by Cape Town. We were also to go to Natal.
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