The White Squall: A Story of the Sargasso SeaHutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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The White Squall: A Story of the Sargasso Sea
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Sargasso Sea -- Fiction
Bonitoes and albacore also played round our bows, and the many-hued
dolphin could be seen disporting himself astern in our wake; while, at
one time, a large grampus swam for some considerable period abreast of
the vessel, as if showing how easily he could keep pace with us and
outstrip us too when he pleased, for, later on in the afternoon, he
darted away and was soon lost to sight. I had now got over all the
effects of sea-sickness, a hearty breakfast having restored my
equilibrium, thus enabling me to enjoy all that was going on around.
The captain especially claimed my attention when he "took the sun" at
noon, an operation which I watched with the most absorbed interest; and
I found out afterwards the use of the sextant, and the way in which the
difference between the ship's mean time and that of the chronometer
below in the cabin--which showed what the hour was at Greenwich--enabled
Captain Miles to tell almost to a mile on the chart what was our
position with regard to our longitude, our latitude being "worked out"
in a different fashion.
Then, there was the heaving of the log at stated intervals to ascertain
the speed of the ship through the water, and the constant trimming of
the sails; for more canvas was piled on as the breeze fell light during
the afternoon, as we wanted everything spread that could draw in order
to catch the slightest breath of wind there was.
Oh, yes, there was plenty to see for a novice like me! The _Josephine_
was fresh out of port, and there were lots of things that had to be done
to make her ship-shape for the long voyage before her; and, besides, had
there been nothing else for the hands to do beyond taking their trick at
the wheel and attending to the braces--the ordinary routine of their
duty with a fair wind such as we had--the captain and first mate would
have felt bound to find them something to keep their minds from
mischief. Sailors are never allowed a minute to be idle on a vessel at
sea save on Sundays, and then they find work for themselves, as a rule,
in the way of mending their clothes and putting their chests in order.
I noticed this device on Captain Miles's part to provide employment for
the men when he came on deck after luncheon; when, seeing some of the
seamen lounging about in the waist, he immediately set them to pump out
the bilge. This, however, did not occupy them very long, the ship being
pretty dry; for, after a thick dirty stream of ill-smelling water, mixed
with a portion of molasses, leakage from the casks of sugar below, had
poured into the scuppers for a few minutes, the pumps sucked, thus
showing that the hold was clear down to the well bottom.
A second washing-down decks followed, to efface the traces of the nasty
bilge-water; and then, Captain Miles looked about for another task to
keep the hands busy.
"How is she going?" he asked Mr Marline, who had just seen to the
heaving of the log, the man assisting him having not quite yet reeled in
the line.
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