Dogs -- Fiction; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
The tarpaulin over the hatchway is pushed on one side, and the space
between the coamings is filled with the bull head and broad shoulders of
Corporal Van Spitter, who, at last, gains the deck; he looks round him,
and apparently is not much pleased with the weather. Before he proceeds
to business, he examines the sleeves and front of his jacket, and having
brushed off with the palm of his hand a variety of blanket-hairs,
adhering to the cloth, he is satisfied, and now turns to the right and
to the left, and forward and aft--in less than a minute he goes right
round the compass. What can Corporal Van Spitter want at so early an
hour? He has not come up on deck for nothing, and yet he appears to be
strangely puzzled: the fact is, by the arrangements of last night, it
was decided, that this morning, if Snarleyyow did not make his
appearance in the boat sent on shore for fresh beef for the ship's
company, the unfortunate Smallbones was to be _keel-hauled_.
What a delightful morning for a keel-hauling!
This ingenious process, which, however, like many other good old
customs, has fallen into disuse, must be explained to the non-nautical
reader. It is nothing more nor less than sending a poor navigator on a
voyage of discovery under the bottom of the vessel, lowering him [The
author has here explained keel-hauling as practised in those times in
small _fore-and-aft_ vessels. In large and square-rigged vessels, the
man was hauled up to one main-yard arm, and dropped into the sea, and
hauled under the bottom of the vessel to the other; but this in small
fore-and-aft vessels was not so easily effected, nor was it considered
sufficient punishment] down over the bows, and with ropes retaining him
exactly in his position under the kelsom [keelson], while he is drawn
aft by a hauling line until he makes his appearance at the
rudder-chains, generally speaking quite out of breath, not at the
rapidity of his motion, but because, when so long under the water, he
has expended all the breath in his body, and is induced to take in salt
water _en lieu_. There is much merit in this invention; people are very
apt to be content with walking the deck of a man-of-war, and complain of
it as a hardship, but when once they have learnt, by experience, the
difference between being comfortable above board, and the number of
deprivations which they have to submit to when under board and overboard
at the same time, they find that there are worse situations than being
on the deck of a vessel--we say privations when under board, for they
really are very important:--you are deprived of the air to breathe,
which is not borne with patience even by a philosopher, and you are
obliged to drink salt water instead of fresh. In the days of
keel-hauling, the bottoms of vessels were not coppered, and in
consequence were well studded with a species of shell-fish which
attached themselves, called barnacles, and as these shells were all
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