Thirty Years From Home; or, a Voice From the Main Deck: Being the Experience of Samuel LeechLeech, Samuel
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Thirty Years From Home; or, a Voice From the Main Deck: Being the Experience of Samuel Leech
Leech, Samuel
Adventure and adventurers; Leech, Samuel, 1798-1848; Sailors; United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Personal narratives
As the method by which I obtained the nine dollars, above mentioned,
from the purser, will exhibit one of the modes in which seamen are
sometimes cheated, I will relate it. While in the _Siren_ I drew but
half my allowance of grog. By the rules of the service, I could claim
the balance in money. This I overlooked when we were paid off, but,
when my funds got low, it came into my mind. I proposed to some of
the boys, who had a similar claim, to visit the purser. They only
laughed at me, and said it would be of no use, for he would not pay
it now we were discharged. Finding they would not join me, I went
alone to the City Hotel, where the purser boarded, and inquired
for him of the bar-tender. He came down stairs, and I spread out
my complaint before him. He blustered and said I had no such claim
allowed; I insisted, and told him it was my right, and he must pay
it. Hoping to get rid of me, he told me to call again the next day.
This I did, when he paid me nine dollars. This will show the reader
one of the ways in which poor Jack is plundered, and that too by
GENTLEMEN!
The _Boxer_ lay at the navy yard, whither we were conducted. The
vacillation of a seaman’s character was illustrated before we got
on board, by one of our hands running away: another went a little
beyond the first. He went on board, where he pretended to lose his
hat overboard. Begging permission to recover it, he seized the rope
which fastened the boat to the shore, dropped over the stern into the
boat, and pushing up to the wharf, leaped ashore and made off. Such
fickle-mindedness is not uncommon among sailors.
We lost another of our crew in a more melancholy manner; he was in my
mess, an Englishman by birth, who had just left a British vessel to
enter the American service. He was at work on the main yard, and by
some means or other, losing his foothold, he fell. Unfortunately, he
struck a carronade screw in his descent, which inflicted a terrible
wound. The poor man suffered excruciating agonies for a short time,
and died. We buried him on shore, in a plain coffin, without form or
ceremony. Such are the contingencies which wait to hurry seamen to
the grave!
We were kept busily at work upon the brig for some time; after which
our commander, Captain Porter, came on board. We soon found him to
belong rather to the race of Fitzroys and Cardens, than to that of
Decaturs, Parkers or Nicholsons. He was inclined to tyranny and
severe discipline.
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