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
We now received sailing orders, and were very soon under weigh,
bound to the Balize at the mouth of the Mississippi. On this passage
we had further opportunities of learning the character of our
officers. Although Captain Porter was stern and severe, yet he never
used bad language. He always spoke with the utmost deliberation, but
with such obvious indications of feeling, that we often trembled
to hear his voice. Most of the other officers were by no means
novitiates in the art of swearing; but our sailing-master exceeded
all the rest in this diabolical habit. Whenever it was his watch on
deck, he exercised his voice, and practised the use of his choice
and varied vocabulary of oaths, by hallooing and threatening the
men continually. Whenever we had to set on sail, or to reef, he was
especially diligent in these matters; mingling with his curses,
threats of the lash to those who were tardy, or whose movements did
not exactly suit his taste. If such officers could only apprehend the
profound contempt and bitter hatred with which they are regarded by
their maddened crew, they would both tremble for safety, and despise
their own littleness of soul. No really great man would enact the
childish vagaries of a petty tyrant.
There was one respect in which we were more annoyed in the _Boxer_
than I had been in the _Macedonian_. In this latter ship, none but
the captain could order a man to be flogged; in the _Boxer_, the
lieutenant or the officer of the watch could send a man to the
gangway, and order the boatswain to lay on with a rope’s-end. This
is a liberty which the laws of the navy should prohibit. A man
should be secured the rights of a citizen, as well on the _planks_
as on the _soil_ of his country. True, it may be said, severity of
discipline is necessary to good order in a ship. Not _severity_,
but _strictness_, is what is wanted. Let a strict discipline be
enforced, with pleasant looks, and a “Hurrah my lads, bear a hand!”
and obedience will be more prompt and more perfect than when every
order is accompanied with a “Damn you,” and with an exhibition of the
rope’s-end or cat-o’-nine-tails. Common sense, as well as experience,
will sustain this opinion.
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