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
Our stock of ship’s bread or biscuit had run out by this time. It was
of the hard brown type that required a deal of cracking, and we were
rather pleased to take in a supply of native baked biscuits that at
the time we first tasted them were a great improvement upon the former
supply. But before we had been a month at sea they were simply swarming
with black weevils, little insects resembling ants.
Sailing day came, and with it the usual crowd of boats from the various
ships to help us out of port. On these occasions it was usual to offer
the visitors a glass of grog, but I cannot remember that the crew of
the _Lord Nelson_ ever had a taste of it, for none was put on board.
The advocates of so-called temperance can say what they please, but
the judicious administration of grog on board ship (sailing-ships
especially) will always have my support. In a wet weary world of toil
it frequently helps to put a more cheerful face upon a very drab
outlook.
The commencement of the homeward-bound trip is always an occasion when
high spirits (animal, not spiritous) prevail. Yards were hoisted to
the tune of artistic chanties, for where a collection of sailing-ships
were gathered together each ship’s crew prided itself upon singing
some particular ditty better than any one else. This was reserved for
special occasions. The finishing pulls were given, hands were shaken
with cheery good wishes, the strangers dropped over the side into their
boats, and we were off under the most favourable auspices for a trip to
which we all looked forward.
As I am now writing of events that occurred forty-five years ago, and
as there are no notes to consult, I cannot pretend to remember more
than a fair share of detail, but that fact will not form a pretext for
drawing upon the imagination. We crossed the line and reached the
latitude of Mauritius without any event of note happening, but we were
conscious that it took longer to pump the ship out than it had formerly
done. Nothing to speak of, perhaps, but as we had a valuable cargo we
were naturally careful to eliminate any unnecessary chance of damage.
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