Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
At last we heard the voices of a party of revellers coming along, and I
recognised among them that of my captain, who seemed to be in an
especially jovial mood.
In those days there stood on the Hard a sentry-box, furnished with a
seat inside, on which the sentry was accustomed to sit down to rest his
legs between his turns.
Presently I heard Lord Robert sing out--
"Hillo! where's the sentry?"
He and the other captains then gathered round the box. The sentry was
fast asleep. They shouted to him. He made no reply. There was a good
deal of laughing and talking. Then they called several of the men, and
in another minute they brought the sentry-box, with the sentry in it
still fast asleep--or rather dead drunk--down to the boats. Securing
two together, the sentry-box was placed across them, and, the order
being given, we shoved off. Instead, however, of returning to our
ships, we made our way across the harbour to the Gosport side, when the
sentry-box was safely landed, and placed with the sentry, his head
fortunately uppermost, and his musket by his side, on the beach.
We then left him, the boats casting off from each other amidst shouts of
laughter, and we pulled back to the _Jason_. The captain didn't say
much, for the best of reasons, he was not very well able to use his
tongue, but rubbed his hands, chuckling at the thoughts of what he had
done. I helped him up the side, and assisted him to his cabin.
I believe most of the other captains were also, as he was, three sheets
in the wind, or they probably would not have engaged in the proceeding.
Next morning, soon after daybreak, Nettleship and I were sent ashore by
the first lieutenant to look out for three men who had not come off on
the previous evening, and who, it was supposed, might have deserted.
"Something like looking for a needle in a bundle of hay," said
Nettleship, as we pulled towards the Hard. "The chances are we shall
find them drunk in some house or other, or perhaps in the gutter with
black eyes and broken heads. It's not pleasant work, but it must be
done."
I said nothing about the condition in which the captains had come off
the previous evening, but I thought to myself if captains set such an
example, no wonder if the men follow it in their own fashion.
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