Reminiscences of a Canadian Pioneer for the last Fifty Years: An AutobiographyThompson, Samuel
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Reminiscences of a Canadian Pioneer for the last Fifty Years: An Autobiography
Thompson, Samuel
Frontier and pioneer life -- Ontario; Thompson, Samuel, 1810-1886; Toronto (Ont.) -- Biography; Toronto (Ont.) -- History
immediately pitched into by the blue jackets, who instead of
rolling their casks towards their boats, tacked as they called
it, and sent the barrels flying among the soldiers' legs. More
than one cask of wine in this manner went the wrong way over the
pier, down among the boats below, where there was, in its own
way, much the same state of confusion, with a good deal more
danger. Ships' boats, from the jolly-boat manned by lads,
hurried ashore to seek stray pursers' clerks with their small
plunder, or stewards and servants with bundles of washed
clothing--to the heavy launch loaded with water casks pushing
out or striving to get in--each boat's crew utterly reckless,
and under no control, intent only on breaking their own way in
or out, so that it was marvellous how any escaped damage. And
the thing reached its climax, when at daylight on the last day,
the signal was made to prepare to weigh anchor. I had been
ashore the day before, with a strong working party and three of
the frigate's boats, under the command of one of the
lieutenants, assisting the Indiamen in getting off their wine
and water; and so, when sent this morning on the same duty, I
was somewhat up to the work. I had therefore put on my worst
clothes; all I wanted was to have my midshipman's jacket as
conspicuous as possible, having discovered in the previous day's
experience the value of the authority of discipline. Our work
this day was also increased by the sure precursor of bad
weather, a rising sea; and as the town is situated on an open
roadstead, the surf on the beach, which, though always more or
less an obstruction, had been hitherto passable, was now
insurmountable; all traffic had to be crowded over the pier,
including late passengers, men and women, and more than one
bunch of children, with all the odds and ends of
clothes-baskets, marketing, curiosities, &c., &c. What a scene!
We naval mids found ourselves suddenly raised to great
importance; and towards noon I became a very great man indeed.
The _Doris_ being outside, she was of course the first under
weigh, and around her were the larger Indiamen, also getting
under sail--the commodore constantly enforcing his signals by
heavy firing. But big as these ships were, and notwithstanding
their superior discipline, they had nearly as many laggards as
the smaller fry. . . . All the forenoon the weather had been
getting more and more threatening, and the breeze and sea rose
together. About 11 o'clock a.m. we all knew that we were in for
something in the shape of a gale, and the _Doris_ made signal
for her boats and the working party to return to the ship; and
soon after, for the _Salsette_ and the inshore ships to get
under weigh. Our lieutenant, however, seeing the state of things
ashore, directed me to remain with one of the cutters and three
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