The ship was bound to Plymouth, from whence she was to sail with convoy
to a certain latitude. The weather was now fine and frosty, and we made
sail when the tide served. As soon as we were fairly out in the
Channel, Bramble went with me into the main-chains, and showed me how to
heave the lead. After several attempts, in which I sometimes would hit
the spare topsail-yard upon which I stood, sometimes would nearly break
my own head, and once contrived to throw the lead over the hammock-rails
in board, I succeeded in getting it round over my head; and when I had
once gained that point, I made fewer mistakes. In two days we arrived
at Plymouth; and as Bramble kept me at it till my arms ached, nearly
half the day, I could by that time heave the lead pretty fairly, that is
to say, without danger to myself or other people. The day after we
arrived at Plymouth we got into a pilot boat and went out in search of
employment, which we soon found, and we continued chiefly taking vessels
up to Portsmouth and down to Plymouth, or clear of soundings, for some
time. During this time my practice at the lead was incessant, and I
became very perfect. When I was not at the lead Bramble would make me
stand at the binnacle and watch the compass, so that, by the time we
arrived at Deal again, I was pretty competent in those two branches of
my art, except that, having practised the lead mostly in deep water, I
had not acquired accuracy and expedition in giving the soundings. But I
learnt a great deal more of my profession; Bramble explaining to me the
sails, rigging, and names and uses of the ropes, and the various
manoeuvres practised, all of which he would catechise me in afterwards,
to ascertain if I was perfect, and had remembered what he told me. I
was, therefore, under excellent tuition. Whatever port we entered
Bramble would point out the landmarks to me, state the distances from
point to point, and the dangers to be avoided. These I could not so
well retain perfectly, and required occasional reminding, but altogether
I gave him satisfaction. It was on New Year's Day, 1800, that we
boarded a large homeward-bound Indiaman, which had just struck
soundings. She was a thousand ton ship, with a rich cargo of tea on
board, and full of passengers, besides more than one hundred invalids
from the regiments out there, who had been sent home under the charge of
two officers.
What a difference there appeared to me to be between the Indiaman going
out and this one coming home! the first so neat and clean in her decks,
and this so crowded and so weatherworn by her long voyage. What with
troops in old jackets, which had once been scarlet, Lascars with their
curly black hair, and dark handsome features, yellow men, sickly women,
and half-caste children, with their Hindoo Ayahs, tigers, lions,
turtles, cows, sheep, goats, and pigs, on the booms and main deck, the
vessel was in a strange motley of confusion.
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