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
I was instructed to make coal consumption trials, and that I did to the
best of my ability. The passage out was uneventful, and in due course
we left Cape Town at noon for the trip round to Simons Town. A number
of people had been given a passage for the trip, which was of about
four hours’ duration, and I remember that I took the ship inside the
Bellows Rock. There was, of course, no risk in doing so, but it was not
usual for big ships. We picked up a nice anchorage in close proximity
to H.M.S. _Boadicea_, the flagship of Admiral Sir Nowell Salmon,
V.C., etc., the Commander-in-Chief on the Cape station, from whom, as
from his officers, I received the greatest kindness and courtesy. Sir
Nowell, however, would not permit any Sunday work, and that delayed us
a little, but the stay was quite a pleasant one.
In due time we got to Algoa Bay, where the _Mexican_, our newest ship
(then on her first voyage), lay at anchor. She was commanded by the
Commodore of the Fleet, Captain Coxwell, who at that time was laid
up unwell on board her. I should say that my fair-haired passenger
was still on board, bound for Natal. One evening after dinner it was
commencing to freshen from the S.E. and a nasty toss of a sea was on.
Coxwell sent me a message asking that I would go over and see him as he
had something particular to say. I proceeded to do so, and in response
to the wish of the before-mentioned lady, but against my wish, I took
her with me. We got to the _Mexican_ all right, the wind freshening all
the time, but when it was time to return there was some sea on, and
prudence would have dictated remaining for the night. To this, however,
my passenger would not listen, and taking me on one side observed, “If
I am drowned in the attempt, you must take me back tonight, for I’ve
no chalk to do my eyebrows with tomorrow.” Yielding to this _force
majeure_ we shoved off, and after a considerable dusting got safely on
board my own ship again. I was glad to have seen the _Mexican_. She was
then the last word in fine ships on the Cape route, and it filled me
with longing to be master of such a splendid craft.
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