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
Here Nemesis overtook me. About the last man I should have expected to
find there was Captain Baynton. According to all canons of civilisation
he ought to have been comfortably spending his evening in his house at
the head of the Bay, engaged in that gracious hospitality for which he
was famous, but it seems he had by some means got wind of my intention
to cross the bar in the dark and had come down determined to stop it.
He opened the conversation by saying that as the General was to sail at
daylight, he thought he himself would sleep on board the _Union_, so as
to make his farewell easier than coming to the Point so early. Vainly
did I explain that the bar was easy and safe; there was the old grim
look and stony glare.
“Yes, you go and stick the General on the bar, and a fine d---- fool I
shall look. You don’t start before daylight.” And neither did we.
On that particular passage I had with me amongst others as passenger
the Rev. E. L. Berthon, the inventor of the boats bearing his name.
He was a remarkable man in many ways. For one thing, though he was
sixty-nine years of age, he was as active as a cat, and was greatly
distressed because on an occasion of boat drill at sea, just to show
him the time it would take to pick up a lifebuoy, I would not let him
be lowered in the Clifford boat, the ship running a good thirteen
before a fresh breeze. I mention this incident, for the evolution was
performed on the spur of the moment during a conversation with him, and
on referring to a letter to Captain Dixon as to the efficiency on the
ship, I find that the boat with the lifebuoy was being hooked on in
five and a half minutes.
In his book entitled _A Retrospect of Eight Decades_, Mr. Berthon
mentions the days spent by him on board the _African_, but was not
complimentary concerning the crew. I wrote to him on the subject
and received a letter in reply in which he stated that I had myself
addressed them collectively as a pack of cab-drivers, but I submit that
a man may take liberties with his own which other people have no right
to do.
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