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
“He who seeks the tempest to disarm
Will never first embrail the lee yardarm.”
At that time, however, there was a difference of opinion on the
subject, and I think a good deal is to be said for both contentions.
The truth probably is that with a strong crew and proper management a
heavy course, if taken in lee sheet first, was easier to furl, as the
canvas was not so much blown over to leeward, but on the other hand, if
great care was not taken the canvas very often blew to pieces.
To do justice to the officers of that ship they were all fine seamen,
and insisted on a high standard of a sailor man’s attainments from all
hands. A “job of work” badly done, or done in a slovenly manner, called
down immediate reproof and punishment--which usually meant doing it
again in a watch below. In modern times it may sound strange to talk
about reefed stunsails, but we carried them, and night or day not a
moment was lost in making or trimming sail as it was required.
It was when we were nearing the Cape of Good Hope that the mate going
aloft one afternoon discovered that the mainmast was sprung, and
reported it to the captain in the words, “The mainmast is a sprung
mast, sir, just below the futtocks.” In fact, as was afterwards
discovered, the mast was pretty rotten. All hands were immediately
turned to splice a big spar up the after side of the mast, and so well
was this done by lashings of rope and chain, tightened up by wooden
wedges, that it lasted the remainder of the trip without giving any
trouble. When the mast was taken out in London every one marvelled that
it had lasted as it had.
When we sighted the land about the Cape, the first view of Table
Mountain was most impressive, and it is one of those great natural
features that never loses its grandeur or becomes stale by constant
acquaintance. I little thought that at that time there was a little
maiden two years old toddling about an old garden there that in after
years was to be my wife. So it was, however, and indeed I ultimately
grew to regard the Cape quite in the light of a home country.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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