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
To proceed with the voyage in our then condition would have been
impossible, but the old man did not yield with any good grace. The
crew, however, were worn out by constant work and want of sleep, and
there was nothing for it but to shift the helm, and hope we might be
fortunate enough to get to port. The decision to do so acted as a tonic
to all hands, and eventually we got back to Plymouth Dock to unload and
refit. To the best of my recollection the ship was by this time so down
by the head that the hawse pipes were almost level with the water, and
it was a mercy that any of us ever again set foot on shore. It is one
of the dispositions of Providence, however, that a danger once escaped
leaves no lasting or abiding cautions behind it, and perhaps in the
interests of adventure it is well that it should be so.
When the cargo was discharged and it came to clearing the ship’s hold,
we found that the spaces between the ship’s timbers as high as the
’tween-decks were filled in tightly and solidly with small coal, which
was very troublesome to extract. In fact, a great deal of the inner
planking of the ship had to be removed to get at it, but eventually it
was done, the cargo reloaded, the coal being omitted, and once more we
set out on the voyage.
There was nothing particularly striking on the passage out. The ship
was too deep to sail well, and the captain after rounding the Cape went
no further south than was necessary to get a westerly wind. He was
greatly distressed, however, at the erratic course the ship made when
she had a fair wind. Of course the mate declared that she was properly
steered in his watch, and I do not doubt it, but I was called into
the cabin, and inferentially informed that iniquities always occurred
on my watch, further that it was _always_ in the second mate’s watch
that things did go wrong. Neither of my mentors appeared to realise
that they had both been in the same position themselves, and that,
therefore, they must have suffered in their time from that particular
original sin of which they were now complaining.
So long as my connection with sailing-ships lasted I found that this
idea concerning the second mate was very firmly rooted (it would not,
of course, apply to the steamers in which I afterwards served), and
indeed it was not much to be wondered at. He was as a rule the least
experienced of the afterguard. He was necessarily thrown much among the
crew, for he had to serve out and be responsible for all stores, other
than food, used by the men. And he required to be a strong character
in addition to his muscular development if he hoped to obtain the same
respect and attention given to his superiors.
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