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
newspaper that, taking this case as a handle, attacked me falsely and
bitterly in my absence, when I had no opportunity of replying.
By this time I had become tired to some extent of spending so much time
at sea; I wanted for one thing to do some training in the _Excellent_,
and for another my wife had been so pulled down by repeated attacks
of influenza that it was necessary I should look more closely after
my family affairs. I accordingly thought I would stay at home for a
voyage, and one fine summer’s afternoon I took my leave of the old ship
that had served me so well, and as I stood by Manor Way Station seeing
the blue ensign replaced by a red one I felt as though I was taking
farewell of a much-loved friend. I never saw the _Kaikoura_ again, but
grieved to hear that she had met her fate at the shipbreaker’s hands.
She deserved a better ending.
It is one thing to be a Naval Reserve officer in command of a fine
ship in peace time, but it is quite another matter to give up separate
command, inferior to the Navy as it is, and take your place as one of
the eighteen hundred or so units that carry on the principal duties of
H.M. Navy. This fact had long been dimly recognised by me, although in
all my periods of drill service I had always been shown a great deal of
consideration.
As soon as one had reported at Whale Island one’s identity was lost in
the particular class in which one was merged, and I thanked goodness
that drill had always been rather a hobby of mine, and that I could
hold my own respectably with other lieutenants of the senior class to
which I was attached. Indeed, I discovered that so far as actual drill
was concerned the teaching of the drill ships had been very thorough.
It was only that here one was faced with the handling of the latest
and newest weapons. In other respects the lieutenants of the regular
service had not been better instructed than we were.
The senior staff officer was a lieutenant named Waymouth, now captain
of a battleship, and he it was who put us through our gunnery tests,
and lectured on those matters requiring explanation and blackboard
diagrams, such as hydraulics and kindred matters. He was a wonderfully
gifted man, and had the rather rare faculty of being able to impart
his knowledge to others. He had, I think, made gunnery his particular
study, for there was no possible question concerning any gun in the
service the answer to which was not immediately forthcoming. Indeed, so
far as I could judge, the whole staff of the _Excellent_ had reached a
standard of efficiency and excellence it would have been difficult to
find fault with. The first lieutenant, Adair--now admiral--was a man of
great personal character.
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