The Sea: Its Stirring Story of Adventure, Peril, & Heroism. Volume 1Whymper, Frederick
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The Sea: Its Stirring Story of Adventure, Peril, & Heroism. Volume 1
Whymper, Frederick
Adventure and adventurers; Arctic regions; Ocean; Voyages around the world
were kept within decent bounds only by respect for their master. I became
convinced, on reflection, that I had gone the wrong way about this
unfortunate piece of business; having, in fact, made a very serious error
in the beginning, gentle argument and good example being more apt to bring
about the desired end than compulsory measures, these dulling the
understanding by rousing the temper, especially among persons of the
meaner sort. All my efforts—and they were not few—to place myself on a
friendly footing with these men were of no avail: they had conceived the
notion that I was their enemy, and met all my advances with obstinate
coldness. As Captain Hewlett exacted the daily attendance at prayers of
every soul on board, these knaves were compelled to be on hand with their
fellows; but they rarely failed to conduct themselves with such indecent
levity as made me rue their presence, playing covertly at cat’s-cradle,
jack-straws, and what not; besides grinning familiarly in my face,
whenever they could contrive to catch my eye.” This unseemly behaviour was
as nothing to what followed ashore. While addressing a large assemblage,
he noted the advent of a number of unmannerly fellows, who, with a great
deal of clatter, elbowed their way to the front. “The moment I clapped
eyes upon them,” says poor Primrose, “I knew them for the sailors who had
so persecuted me aboard the _Polly_, and my heart sank at the bare sight
of them.” They sung, or rather bawled, ribald words to the music of the
hymns; and one of them, when rebuked by some gentleman present, whipped
out his cutlass, and a general row ensued, which broke up the assembly. A
little later, Primrose induced a tavern-keeper to allow him to preach on
his premises. “A West Indian vessel coming into port about the middle of
April, and a horde of roystering sailors gathering in the common room of
the ‘Sailor’s Rest’ to drink, I announced a discourse on the subject of
‘gin-guzzling,’ choosing one that I had delivered aboard the _Polly_, and
which seemed to fit the occasion to a nicety. No sooner had the landlord
seen the notice to this effect that I had attached to his door-cheek, than
he sends for me to repair to the tavern without loss of time; and on my
appearance, in great haste, comes blustering up to me in a most offensive
manner, demanding whether I purposed the ruin of his trade, by putting
forth of such a mischievous paper; adding, with astounding audacity, that
he should certainly lose all the custom I had been the means of fetching
to his house, did I persist in my intent. Mark the cunning of the knave!
He had encouraged my labours for none other purpose than the bringing of
fresh grist to his mill; and here was I, blindly leading precious souls to
destruction, the poor dupe of a specious villain—a wretch without bowels!
My agony of mind on being thus suddenly enlightened was of such a
desperate sort, that, gnashing my teeth, I leapt upon the miscreant, and,
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