There She Blows! Or, The Log of the ArethusaMacy, William Hussey
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There She Blows! Or, The Log of the Arethusa
Macy, William Hussey
Sea stories; Whaling -- Fiction
But the war of words between these old salts was quite as harmless
as that of the two black shipmates; and the sloop being soon lashed
alongside, the noisy old skipper came on board the ship to breakfast.
The hands were then turned to again, and the work of taking in stores
and provisions, and filling salt-water ballast in the ground tier went
briskly on. I was selected, with one other green hand, to work in the
hold under the direction of another old whaleman, who filled the second
mate's place _pro tempore_, and the boatsteerers, two of whom were
promising young men, natives of the island, and the third, or captain's
boatsteerer, was a mulatto, who was ex-officio, third mate, and had the
handle to his name, being addressed as Mr. Johnson. These worthies all
messed in the cabin, as well as the cooper, who had not yet come on
board. There were no bunks in the steerage; the Arethusa being, in this
respect, an exception to the generality of ships at that time. But it
was a favorite expression with Captain Upton, "that he had but two ends
to his ship, and wanted every man to keep in his own end." I succeeded
so well in satisfying the petty officers, that, before we had finished
loading the ship, they were all agreed that it was expedient to retain
me as one of the regular "hold gang," provided no objection should be
raised by those higher in authority.
The quantity of stores put on board a whaleship, for a long voyage,
would astonish any one not acquainted with the business. A ship is
literally crammed full when she sails, and one is tempted to ask,
"Where is the oil to be put when we get it?" Every cranny and crevice
is filled with wood or lumber of some sort, and to add to the puzzle,
the ship carries from a thousand to fifteen hundred barrels or casks in
the form of shooks, or packed bundles of staves, which, in the event
of a successful voyage, are all, of course, to be set up, filled with
oil and stowed away. But, as the gradual consumption of provisions and
stores keeps pace with the gradual accumulation of oil, and as some
space is gained in restowing, each time, it is managed, _somehow_, and
a whaleship is always full, or nearly so, all the voyage. Still it
seems, in some sort, a mystery, even to old whalemen themselves.
In about ten days the stowage was completed, the topgallant-masts and
yards sent aloft, in which process we boys found opportunity to display
our agility in fetching and carrying, as well as to acquire some
knowledge of seamanship, and to unravel other puzzling questions as to
"how those long poles were to be put up so high?" and "what kept them
there when up?", the spare sails, boats, etc., received on board, and
the ship reported ready for a start. Mr. Richards, the out-door agent
of Messrs. Brooks & Co., had never relaxed his fatherly vigilance,
visiting his protégés every day, praising and encouraging us, and
prophesying a short voyage and "greasy luck" to the Arethusa.
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