The Memoirs of Admiral Lord BeresfordBeresford, Charles William De la Poer Beresford, Baron
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The Memoirs of Admiral Lord Beresford
Beresford, Charles William De la Poer Beresford, Baron
Admirals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century
"Please, sir," said he, "the distilled water had no taste in it."
Having arranged with my old friend, Sir William Butler, commanding the
garrison at Alexandria, to combine with the soldiers in field exercise,
I took a landing-party ashore at Ras-el-Tin. We started early in the
morning, embarking the field-guns. The seamen waded ashore with them,
and {372} attacked a position held by the soldiers on the top of the
hill. It looked impregnable, the ground being a steep, sandy slope
covered with scrub. But the bluejackets dragged the guns up through
the sand and bushes. We battled all the morning with great enjoyment;
returned on board, and shifted into dry clothes in time for dinner.
The benefit of such exercises is that all learn something.
In July, 1891, was held at Alexandria the great regatta, in which 26
boats of all classes were entered, including a cutter from the
Portuguese sloop _Fieja_ and Arab boats. It was on this occasion that
the galley of the _Undaunted_ ran upon the breakwater, was knocked into
smithereens, and sank. By an extraordinary coincidence, she was an old
boat which the Admiralty had persistently refused to replace.
Upon leaving Alexandria, the _Undaunted_ touched a rock. We had been
helping the contractor to blow up the rocks in the Borghiz Channel (a
proceeding for which I was subsequently reproved) and left the harbour
steering by stern marks. The staff-commander knew exactly where he was
going, but by a slip of the tongue he gave the order "port" instead of
"starboard," adding that he wanted to close certain buoys marking the
passage. The injury to the ship was very slight, but peculiar. Her
bottom was pierced, and a little fish swam into the ship. I have the
fish with a small piece broken off the keel by the impact, in a bottle.
In December, 1891, the second annual regatta of the Mediterranean Fleet
was held in Marmorice Bay. In the officers' race, I pulled stroke in
the galley of the _Undaunted_, in spite of Sir George Tryon's kindly
warning that my heart would give way. We beat the _Australia's_ boat
by about two seconds. In the next race, held the following year, the
_Australia_ beat us.
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