The Vicar of Morwenstow: Being a Life of Robert Stephen Hawker, M.A.Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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The Vicar of Morwenstow: Being a Life of Robert Stephen Hawker, M.A.
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
Hawker, Robert Stephen, 1803?-1875
During these two or three months, the agent for the firm which owned the
vessel lived in the vicarage and was entertained royally. When
everything had been recovered, and he was about to depart, he thanked
the vicar for his great kindness, and begged to know, on the part of the
firm, if there was anything he could do, or give him, which would be
acceptable as some recognition for his kindness.
“No,” answered the vicar; “nothing. If paid by you, God will not repay
me.”
The agent again, and in more forcible terms, assured him that the firm
would not be happy unless they could make him some acknowledgment for
his services and hospitality, out of the common way.
“Then I will ask one thing,” he said; “give the captain another ship.”
The agent hesitated, and then said that what he asked was an
impossibility. The firm had no other ships which were not then provided
with captains. They could not, in justice, displace one of them, to
instal in his room the captain of the wrecked ship.
“Never mind,” said Mr. Hawker; “this is the only thing I have asked of
you, and this is refused me.”
A few days after, the agent came to him to inform him that the firm
purposed laying the keel of a new vessel, and that the captain for whom
he pleaded should be appointed to her.
The ship was built, and was baptised _Morwenna_. She now sails to and
fro along this coast, and, whenever she passes Morwenstow, runs up a
flag, as a mark of deference to the spot whence she derives her name.
The flotsam and jetsam of a wreck are the property of the Crown. The
coast-guard are on the _qui-vive_ after a storm, and there is no chance
now for village wreckers. They may carry off small articles, which they
can put in their pockets; but so many have been had up of late years
before the magistrates, and fined, that the officers of government have
it nearly all to themselves. When, however, a keg of brandy is washed
ashore, the villagers go down to the beach with bottles, break in the
head of the cask, and fill their bottles. Should a coast-guard officer
appear, the keg is kicked over, and they make off with their liquor. The
bottles are sometimes kept in a cave, or hidden in the sand, and removed
at night. The coast-guardsmen may suspect that the head of the cask was
stove in purposely, but cannot prove it. When the shore is strewn with
articles, an auction is held on the spot. The farmers are the principal
buyers, and they get the goods very cheap. They have their donkeys at
hand, to remove up the cliffs what they have purchased. The expense of
transport prevents others at a distance from entering into competition
with them.
After all has been sold, portions of the beach are let by auction for a
week or fortnight; and those who take the beach are entitled to claim,
as their own, whatever is thrown up by the sea during their tenure. A
wreck does not come ashore at once, but by instalments; nor always at
one place, but all along the coast.
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