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
The bar at Natal was a very uncertain quantity. The channel at times
was fairly good, for harbour works in a small way were going on
practically always, but there were occasions when it was very bad and
very shallow. When I knew that Sir Evelyn was to go with me as far as
Delagoa Bay I determined to make him as welcome as possible, and show
all the attention I could, although I had not had the honour of meeting
him. There was to be a farewell dance given in Durban at which he
would take his leave, he having already taken up his quarters at the
Alexandra Hotel at the Point. I reasoned that if, instead of going from
the dance to the hotel, he could come straight on board the _African_,
it would be a great saving of time and trouble, for we were to leave at
daylight in the morning.
Accordingly I got the skipper of our tug, the _Union_, who had been
boatswain with me previously, to agree to take the passage of the
bar in the dark as soon as the party arrived at the Point, and I
also gave my chief orders that when the tug was nearing the ship, he
was to illuminate mastheads and yardarms with coloured lights. I was
reckoning, however, without my host. In the afternoon I went on shore,
and as I landed at the Point I met the General with some officer--I
think it was Major Lane--who introduced me to him, and he immediately
invited me to dine. I replied that I had no evening clothes on shore,
to which he replied that I had better find some. At that time there
was at the Point an ex-Naval Lieutenant named Woodruffe. I remember
that he had been Flag Lieutenant to Sir Harry Keppel in China. We
were great friends, and had consumed much midnight oil--and other
things--together, for he was one of the nicest fellows I ever met,
and was liked by every one. He was commonly called “Chummy,” and as
it happened he was about my size. To him I went in my dilemma and
borrowed his clothes, he waiving in my favour his intention of going
to the dance, so that I duly appeared at dinner time, and in answer to
the General’s query I told him how the clothes were procured, which
seemed to tickle his fancy. We had a very jolly dinner, and I gathered
why they were going home _via_ the East Coast, for they wanted to have
a look at Egypt, as they were greatly interested in a certain Major
Kitchener whom they all seemed to think a great deal of. The General
said he would be very pleased to embark on his return from the ball,
from attending which I begged to be excused and went to return borrowed
plumes and get on board the _Union_.
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