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) — John Shaqi
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
We were bound to Adelaide with a general cargo, and made a fairly good
passage. The captain firmly believed in giving the crew lots of work
to keep the devil out of their minds. Consequently the ship was what
was known as an “all hands ship,” in other words neither officer, nor
man, nor boy ever had an afternoon watch below. “Watch and watch” was
a thing unknown, but as the power of the master was absolute there
could be no appeal, and for reasons I have hinted at there were none
who would have been willing to incur the wrath of the ruling powers.
It will be shown presently how those powers were sometimes used, but
that was the ship’s routine, and every afternoon, no matter what
the weather, all hands were on deck from half-past twelve to five
o’clock. We apprentices were taught to observe the meridian altitude,
and sometimes in the afternoons and evenings the captain gave us some
instruction in navigation, but the mate rather resented what he termed
loafing in the cabin in the afternoon. Our captain was also fond of
signalling to other vessels, and that, of course, was our special work.
In those days it was almost a certainty that every vessel sighted was
British; a foreign flag was a matter of interest. But the great mass of
the world’s sailing-ships to-day are no longer of our nationality, and
the training of our future seamen can no longer be carried on in those
best of all possible schools for teaching men self-reliance, and the
faculty of doing the right thing at the right time. The trip out was
uneventful. By the time we had arrived at our port of destination we
boys had learned to steer, and to use a broom, also to furl the light
canvas, and generally do as we were told.
Port Adelaide in those days was still a rising town, and the facilities
it offered to shipping were considerable. We were consequently soon
discharged and loaded up for Auckland with a cargo of flour, wheat,
and sheep on deck. At that time the Maori War was in progress, and we
had hopes that some adventure might possibly befall, for up to this
time our visions of sea life had become very commonplace, and were far
from realising our youthful fancies. I may say that the experiences
of the passage out had satisfied several of the men and one of the
apprentices, who consequently deserted. Some difficulty was experienced
in filling their places, as colonial wages ran high.
We ran through Bass Straits with a fine fair wind. There are few more
picturesque parts of the sea than these grand straits, dotted with
steep rocky islands like impregnable fortresses. On this passage, as
I have said, we had a cargo of sheep on deck, and as these foolish
animals will not drink of their own accord, it was necessary to
administer to each member of the flock one quart bottle of water daily,
an operation which at first took a considerable time. After a few days,
however, they became accustomed to the treatment and gave no trouble.
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