Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
"Where's the gunner? Mr Hutt, bring up the keys from my cabin, and
have all ready for clearing the magazines if required. Firemen, get
your buckets to bear; carpenters, rig the pumps. Silence there, fore
and aft."
But the confusion became very great, and there evidently was a panic.
The captain then interposed, calling out to the boatswain and his mates
to send every man aft on the quarter-deck.
This order was obeyed; the men came thronging like a flock of sheep,
huddling together and breathless.
"Silence there, my men," cried Captain Delmar--"silence. I say; is this
the conduct of men-of-war's-men? Every man of you sit down on deck--
pass the word there for every man to sit down."
The order was mechanically obeyed, and as soon as the ship's company
were all seated, the captain said--
"I tell you what, my lads, I'm ashamed of you: the way to put out a fire
is to be cool and calm, obeying orders and keeping silence. Now collect
yourselves, all of you, for until you are all quiet and cool, you will
sit where you are."
After a pause of a few seconds--
"Now, my men, are you more steady? Recollect, be cool, and keep
silence. Carpenter, are the pumps rigged?"
"Yes, sir," replied the carpenter.
"Now, firemen, go for your buckets; let nobody else move. Silence--not
a word: three foremast guns main-deck, to your quarters. Silence and
quiet, if you please. Now, are you all steady?--then, to your quarters,
my men, and wait for orders."
It was astonishing how collected the ship's company became by the
judicious conduct of the captain, who now continued to command. When
the men had gone down to their stations, he directed the two junior
lieutenants to go and examine where the fire was, and to be careful not
to lift the hatches if they discovered that it was in the spirit-room.
I had been on the quarter-deck some time, and, being aware of the cause,
of course was not at all alarmed: and I had exerted myself very
assiduously in keeping the men cool and quiet, shoving the men down who
were unwilling to sit down on the deck, and even using them very
roughly; showing a great deal more _sang froid_ than any other of the
officers, which of course was not to be wondered at.
Mr Culpepper, who was most terribly alarmed, had come up on deck, and
stood trembling close to the side of the captain and first lieutenant;
he had pulled on his wig without discovering that it had been burnt, and
as I passed him, the burnt smell was very strong indeed; so thought the
captain and the first lieutenant, who were waiting the return of the
officers.
"I smell the fire very strong just now," said the captain to the first
lieutenant.
"Yes, sir, every now and then it is very strong," replied the first
lieutenant.
The purser's wig was just between them,--no wonder that they smelt it.
After two or three minutes the officers came up, and reported that they
could discover no fire, and that there was very little smell of fire
down below.
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