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 was now a chance to put in a good spell of drill on board the
_Trincomalee_, and this I took full advantage of, but the system of
training officers which obtained in those days was not one calculated
to give the best results. In that particular ship the commanding
officer was always most anxious to do everything possible to further
the interests of officers on drill, but the guns were hopelessly
obsolete, and indeed the ship was shortly after replaced by an
up-to-date vessel. I think it was about this time that I succeeded in
obtaining for officers the loan of a confidential book from which they
could obtain useful information.
I had found it necessary to take steps to obtain my promotion in the
Royal Naval Reserve, for at this time very little attention was paid to
the officering of this force. Admiral Sir Augustus Phillimore was the
admiral superintendent, and with him I obtained an interview which I
did not consider to be by any means satisfactory. He informed me that
he considered the rank of sub-lieutenant was ample for the master of a
mail steamer, and with that I had to content myself, but when H.R.H.
the late Duke of Edinburgh became admiral superintendent I renewed my
application in writing and was promptly granted the rank of lieutenant.
Between one thing and another the time in no way hung heavily with me.
I was on half-pay, it was true, but that was the worst of it, and there
is no doubt I should soon have had another command, but it cannot be
denied that losing the _Mexican_ had made me discontented, and that
frame of mind is not a healthy one.
One morning I received a circular letter from Captain Dixon, enclosing
one from the manager of the New Zealand Shipping Co., asking if any of
the Union Company staff would wish to apply for the command of their
new ship the _Ruapehu_. I had no wish to do so, and after talking to
Captain Dixon, gave no further thought to the matter. Incidentally, I
heard the names of Captains Leigh and Griffin mentioned in connection
with the command. One morning, I think it was Christmas Eve, I saw
the two of them standing outside Kelways Hotel engaged in animated
conversation, so I walked to them and joined in. Naturally I asked,
“What about the New Zealand ship?”
I was answered that both of them had accepted the command and both had
given it up. I asked why, and learned that they disapproved of going
into regions where ice might be encountered, and also that neither of
them cared to contemplate the passage of Magellan Straits upon the
homeward passage. Well, it was very absurd of me, but I said as the
ship was to sail on January 12 they had not played the game with the
New Zealand Company, also that the honour of the Company was at stake,
and immediately walked over to the telegraph office and sent a wire
offering to take the ship for them. I received an immediate reply
asking me to go to town and see them as soon as possible.
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