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
Bashfulness or undue modesty cannot be claimed as an attribute for our
colonial fellow countrymen; they simply swarmed over the ship whenever
they got the chance, and no place was sacred to them. I never found any
one turned into my bunk, but it would not have surprised me had I done
so, and I am afraid that many people did not like the strictness with
which the gangways were kept. The first Sunday the ship was open to
all, and at times the crowd was so great that we had to deny admission
until there was room created by people leaving. The preceding day
there had been an “At Home” which had been well attended by the youth,
wealth and beauty of Auckland, and on one evening we gave a dinner to
which all the notables in the Colony were invited and which was very
well attended. Some doubt had been expressed as to the ability of the
ship’s cook to carry it through, but this scepticism was unfounded, for
it was a first-class performance and the function went off well. I had
to speak, which was a little awkward, but I scarcely think I trod very
heavily on any one’s toes. As the ship was to remain some time on the
coast there was no great hurry to get away, and I made several very
nice acquaintances. One evening I went to what was called a clairvoyant
entertainment by a certain professor whose name I will not mention
for obvious reasons. It was a clever, striking and withal an uncanny
performance, for the lights appeared to burn blue to me, and if the
evil one had appeared with a due smell of sulphur it would have seemed
to be in perfect keeping with the surroundings. When it was over I
made it my business to meet the professor, and ask him to lunch with
me next day, which he did. He was a very nice fellow, and when I asked
him to tell me how his performance was done he observed that it was a
curious request to make, but if I promised secrecy he would do so. He
did, with the result that since then I have never quite trusted my own
senses, but he maintained that his mesmeric power over his wife, which
was part of the show, was real and effective.
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