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
About this time there was some excitement at home concerning slavery
at Zanzibar, and Sir Bartle Frere paid a visit to the place in the
_Enchantress_. He arrived the day we left. There was also fitting out a
Livingstone expedition under the leadership of Colonel Pelly. There is
no need here to go into any description of the place itself, except to
say that it was quaint, the people well disposed towards the British,
and that slavery as then practised, was on the whole a respectable
institution, although more than one black man swam off to the ship
and begged to be taken down the coast. Indeed, in after years we were
frequently asked by friends at the Cape and Natal to bring them down a
black boy for service, and there was never any difficulty in procuring
them. There were at times very strong winds of hurricane force, and the
previous year the island had been visited by one that did great damage.
We had a slight specimen of this sort of thing. One morning we had
just commenced working cargo in the usual manner, taking it in from
lighters, when a dense cloud gathered to the N.W., and occasional
flashes of lightning were seen. About 7.30 a.m. down came the squall
with great fury. We got up steam, but had no occasion to use it
although a small dhow full of cargo that was made fast to us went down,
and the beach was strewn with dhows driven from their moorings. I saw
a roof--part of the Sultan’s palace--lift at one side, roll up like a
piece of paper and blow over into the courtyard with a mighty crash,
but I did not hear it if killed many people. By noon the weather had
changed, the wind was gone, and people commenced to pick up the pieces
and resume the ordinary routine of life.
Shortly afterwards we left for Natal, passing H.M.S. _Briton_ on the
road. One trip on this route was much like another, but we spent a very
fair portion of every month in Natal harbour. The last voyage I made
was under somewhat altered circumstances, for Captain Ballard had been
appointed to the _Basuto_, and Barker was in acting command of the
_Natal_. I, of course, got an acting appointment as chief which tended
to stir up in my mind a taste or longing to participate in that stream
of promotion that was flowing at Southampton, but which did not flow my
way. I tried vainly for some time to get home, but as long as Ballard
commanded the _Natal_ I could not manage it, for he would not let me
go. He was very good-humoured, however, in granting leave.
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