Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
The first lieutenant was a stern, but not unkind man; he would blow you
up, as we termed it, when he scolded for half an hour without ceasing.
I never knew a man with such a flow of words; but if permitted to go on
without interruption, he was content, without proceeding to further
punishment. Any want of respect, however, was peculiarly offensive to
him, and any attempt to excuse yourself was immediately cut short with,
"No reply, sir."
The second day after our return to Spithead, I was sent on shore in the
cutter to bring off a youngster who was to join the ship; he had never
been to sea before; his name was Green, and he was as green as a
gooseberry. I took a dislike to him the moment that I saw him, because
he had a hooked nose and very small ferrety eyes. As we were pulling on
board he asked me a great many questions of all kinds, particularly
about the captain and officers, and to amuse myself and the boat's crew,
who were on the full titter, I exercised my peculiar genius for
invention.
At last, after I had given a character of the first lieutenant, which
made him appear a sort of marine ogre, he asked how it was I got on with
him:--
"O, very well," replied I; "but I'm a freemason, and so is he, and he's
never severe with a brother mason."
"But how did he know you were a mason?"
"I made the sign to him the very first time that he began to scold me,
and he left off almost immediately; that is, when I made the second
sign; he did not when I made the first."
"I should like to know these signs. Won't you tell them to me?"
"Tell them to you! oh no, that won't do," replied I. "I don't know you.
Here we are on board--in bow,--rowed of all, men. Now, Mr Green, I'll
show you the way up."
Mr Green was presented, and ushered into the service much in the same
way as I was; but he had not forgotten what I said to him relative to
the first lieutenant; and it so happened that, on the third day he
witnessed a jobation, delivered by the first lieutenant to one of the
midshipmen, who, venturing to reply, was ordered to the mast-head for
the remainder of the day; added to which, a few minutes afterwards, the
first lieutenant ordered two men to be put both legs in irons. Mr
Green trembled as he saw the men led away by the master-at-arms, and he
came to me:
"I do wish, Keene, you would tell me those signs," said he; "can't you
be persuaded to part with them? I'll give you any thing that I have
which you may like."
"Well," said I, "I should like to have that long spy-glass of yours, for
it's a very good one; and, as signal-midshipman, will be useful to me."
"I will give it you with all my heart," replied he, "if you will tell me
the signs."
"Well, then, come down below, give me the glass, and I will tell them to
you."
Mr Green and I went down to the berth, and I received the spy-glass as
a present in due form. I then led him to my chest in the steerage, and
in a low, confidential tone, told him as follows:--
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