The Press-Gang Afloat and AshoreHutchinson, J. R. (John Robert)
History
The Press-Gang Afloat and Ashore
Hutchinson, J. R. (John Robert)
Great Britain -- History, Naval; Impressment
The keynote to the sailor's treatment in the Navy may be said to have
been profane abuse. Officers of all ranks kept the Recording Angel
fearfully busy. With scarcely an exception they were men of blunt speech
and rough tongue who never hesitated to call a spade a spade, and the
ordinary seaman something many degrees worse. These were technicalities
of the service which had neither use nor meaning elsewhere. But to the
navigation of the ship, to daily routine and the maintenance of that
exact discipline on which the Navy prided itself, they were as essential
as is milk to the making of cheese. Nothing could be done without them.
Decent language was thrown away upon a set of fellows who had been bred
in that very shambles of language, the merchant marine. To them "'twas
just all the same as High Dutch." They neither understood it nor
appreciated its force. But a volley of thumping oaths, bellowed at them
from the brazen throat of a speaking-trumpet, and freely interlarded
with adjectives expressive of the foulness of their persons, and the
ultimate state and destination of their eyes and limbs, saved the
situation and sometimes the ship. Officers addicted to this necessary
flow of language were sensible of only one restraint. Visiting parties
caused them embarrassment, and when this was the case they fell back
upon the tactics of the commander who, unable to express himself with
his usual fluency because of the presence of ladies on the quarter-deck,
hailed the foreyard-arm in some such terms as these: "Foreyard-arm
there! God bless you! God bless you! God bless you! _You know what I
mean!_"
Hard words break no bones, and to quarter-deck language, as such, the
sailor entertained no rooted objection. What he did object to, and
object to with all the dogged insistence of his nature, was the fact
that this habitual flow of profane scurrility was only the prelude to
what, with grim pleasantry, he was accustomed to describe as "serving
out slops." Anything intended to cover his back was "slops" to the
sailor, and the punishments meted out to him covered him like a garment.
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