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 my surprise when we anchored the skipper sent for me, and asked
whether I could ride? A reply in the affirmative brought me an
invitation to go on shore and ride with him, as he could provide a
mount. It did not take me long to get into riding clothes, and we had a
most delightful scramble over the hills. I am afraid we rather exceeded
the speed limit in the town, but the officials in Funchal were fairly
tolerant when once you were on shore, although inexorable over matters
of quarantine, and, moreover, the influence of the Blandy family,
which was very considerable, was always devoted to making things go as
smoothly as possible; in fact there was always a touch of old world
courtesy in all the business relations with our agents at Madeira.
Needless to say, that on our return to the ship it was every button on
duty once more.
With the number of people we had on board it was necessary to
duplicate each meal. I presided at first breakfast at 8 a.m., and first
dinner at 3.30 p.m. These meals were mostly attended by the younger and
more rowdy element, who naturally seemed to gravitate in my direction,
but the skipper was pleased on one occasion to express his approval of
the way in which I represented him at the head of the table, and that
gave me great pleasure. There is little need in these days to describe
what life on board ship was like; athletics, cards and sweepstakes
absorbed much time. Add to this a little music, and perhaps amateur
theatricals, and you obtain a fair list of the methods, mostly employed
successfully, to pass the time.
They were a lively crowd on that journey, and the officers of the watch
had to keep the quartermaster pretty much on the _qui vive_ to prevent
sheer mischief, for with a number of young fellows in a confined space
with nothing to do save to try how they can create diversion for
themselves, what one does not think of the other does. The passage
ended in a great spree at Cape Town, and the party separated to their
varying fortunes.
On this voyage we went into Cape Town Docks for the first time. It was
a very awkward entrance, and it is not given to every man to handle
a ship under steam in the vicinity of a pier. Warleigh, however,
acquitted himself well, and I can only say that his first performance
was a marked success in comparison with mine.
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