Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
Another boat, with the carpenter and assistant-surgeon, had been sent on
board the prize to remedy any serious damage and to assist in dressing
the wounded. I was sent with the boat. Mr Weymss, the third
lieutenant, had not been idle: jury-masts were in preparation, the decks
had been cleared, the dead thrown overboard, and the wounded taken
below.
On mustering the remainder of the Dort's ship's company, and calling
over the muster-roll of the troops on board, we found that she had lost
the captain, 2 lieutenants and 10 officers, 73 seamen and 61 soldiers,
killed; and the first-lieutenant, 13 officers, and 137 wounded--147
killed and 151 wounded: total 298. She had received several shot
between wind and water, and had a good deal of water in the hold: this
was, however, soon remedied by the carpenter and his crew, and the
frigate pumped out by the prisoners.
I returned on board of the Calliope with this intelligence to the
captain, and found that the surgeon had just sent in the report of our
own loss, which was, 1 officer and 17 men killed--master, 2 lieutenants,
2 midshipmen, and 47 wounded.
"Do you know who are the midshipmen wounded?" said the captain to me.
"I heard that Mr James was killed, sir, but not the names of those who
are wounded; but I think one of them must be Mr Dott, or we certainly
should have seen him about."
"I should not be surprised," replied the captain. "Sentry, ask who are
the young gentlemen wounded."
The sentry replied, "Mr Castles and Mr Dott."
"Well," replied the captain, "he'll be in no more mischief for some
time; I heard of his trick to the purser."
As the captain was saying this, I perceived the piece of paper which the
purser had brought up as his report of killed and wounded lying on the
table with the other reports. It had, apparently, not been examined by
the captain, but my eye caught it, and I observed, written in a shaking
hand, "Pieces of beef, 10; ditto pork, 19; raisins, 17; marines, 10." I
could not help smiling.
"What are you amused with, Mr Keene, may I ask?" said the captain,
rather gravely.
"I beg your pardon, sir, for venturing so in your presence," replied I;
"but it is Mr Culpepper's report of killed and wounded;" which I then
took up, and handed to the captain.
This proof of Mr Culpepper's state of mind during the conflict was too
much for even Captain Delmar, who laughed outright.
"The old fool," muttered he.
"You may go now, Mr Keene. If breakfast is ready, tell Mr Hippesley
to let the men have it as soon as possible."
"Aye, aye, sir," replied I, and bowing respectfully, I quitted the
cabin; for I felt that Captain Delmar thought that he had not been quite
so reserved towards me as he always wished to be.
As soon as I had given the captain's orders, I went down to find out
Tommy Dott. He was in his hammock, next to mine, in which I had put the
young Dutch officer. Dott was wide awake, and, apparently, very
feverish.
"Where are you hurt, Tommy?"
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