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
chief engineer, and pointed out that it was not desirable we should be
made a laughing-stock of. He replied that he “supposed it was to be
Elder (meaning Fairfield) against Denny,” to which I assented, and he
went below, but I shall always hold the opinion that there had been
some talk on shore between the rival engineers. Be that as it may,
the lead the _Rotomahana_ had got by this time did not increase, but
she still ostentatiously trailed her coat. There was no doubt under
ordinary steaming conditions our then rival was the faster ship, for
she had far greater horse-power proportionately than we, but on this
occasion she had a full load of cargo and we were flying light. Our
displacement, in fact, was inconsiderable, and as the water was smooth
as a mill pond, it was equal to having our horse-power in a vessel half
our size. To make a long story short, we let my ship go and we simply
raced past our friend _Rotomahana_, got to Lyttelton an hour and a
half to the good, and were safely moored and piped down before she got
into dock. The race caused a good deal of comment, for the result was
surprising. Every one did not see that we owed the win to being light,
and having the luck of smooth water, but the fact remained that we had
the fastest run between those ports to our credit for many years, until
H.M.S. _Orlando_ took it away from us. The captain of the _Rotomahana_
was a very splendid skipper named Cary. He had done numbers of fine
things on the coast, and was commonly spoken of by a somewhat fiery
sobriquet. I was informed that he did not like his beating, but he was
not the first challenger to fail.
I had two outbreaks of fire which deserve to be chronicled. One
happened at sea and the other in harbour. On the first occasion it was
midway between New Zealand and Cape Horn when it was reported to me
that one of the coal bunkers was on fire. It gave me a nasty sensation
for a moment, but it was night time, no fuss was made, and a few hours
put an end to the trouble. It tires me to hear men talk about the bad
behaviour of British merchant seamen in emergencies of this sort. It is
my experience that, except during periods of strike or general labour
unrest, you can do anything with them.
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