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
No pains were spared on my part to make the ship as fine a specimen
of a first-class steamer as possible, and it was always a matter of
certainty that when we arrived in port we should be the best-looking
ship there. By a little contriving I had succeeded in getting dummy
yards made for the mizzen mast. They were only used in port, and they
came down with the Blue Peter when we started on homeward passages,
for although they were used once or twice in London, it was never
possible to do the ship’s appearance justice with no proper crew on
board her. On the other hand, in colonial ports that matter had my
special attention, and I so impressed my views upon the officers that
in time they had as keen an eye as myself for a slack rope or a yard
not quite square. I have reason to know that this peculiarity of the
ship was noticed on all sides, and only quite recently I got a letter
on business from a complete stranger who reminded me incidentally that
he had seen the ship years ago and recalled her appearance and her
smartness.
Things at times go very wrong even with the best intention, as the
following case will illustrate. The Governor of New Zealand was then
Sir William Jervois, an officer who had served his country in many ways
with great distinction. One day in Lyttleton he accepted an invitation
to come and see the ship and to lunch on board. I was very keen upon
doing the thing in first-rate style, so, having two Naval Reserve
officers and a crew of Reserve men, it seemed to me that we might turn
out a decent Guard of Honour. My second officer was given charge of
that business, for I knew that he was well up in his drill. We borrowed
the arms and the men were very decently turned out. When his Excellency
came on board there was a decent “present,” the Governor’s flag was
broken at the main, and all went very gaily, the lunch was excellent
and every one was pleased, but here was disaster. Many ladies and
townspeople had come on board as visitors and were chattering gaily
with the officer of the guard, who had let his men disperse for dinner
or stand easy. The Governor rather suddenly rose from the table to
depart, and before my officer again got his men together, the necessity
for them had departed. I do not think that I ever felt quite so angry,
but a sense of the ridiculous reduced the feeling to some sarcastic
remarks that I should not have liked to be the recipient of. His
Excellency, however, in no way remarked upon the incident, but I doubt
not he enjoyed a quiet laugh at the _contretemps_. He was uniformly
kind to me, and I entertain a grateful remembrance of hospitality and
courtesy displayed to me and mine by Lady Jervois and himself.
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