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
Not far from our station, at a place called St. Lewis’ Bay, our
captain purchased some land, and actually sent some of our men to
make a clearing upon it, and to erect a log house. Whether this was
a legal employment of the strength and skill of his men or not, I
cannot decide; but it struck me as being a perversion of the national
resources to his own private benefit. Why should a captain of a ship
of war be permitted to employ the time and energies of his men for
private uses, while an officer of the government, who should employ
its funds for his own advantage, would be charged with embezzlement
and fraud? The cases are precisely alike, except that one uses the
public money, the other what costs that money. It is a fraud on the
country, and an imposition on the men.
A tragic event occurred at Lewis’ Bay on the 4th of July, which
occasioned a fearful sensation throughout the ship. I was sent
thither that day in the launch. Feeling fatigued, I remained with
another in the boat, which was anchored near the shore. After some
time one of the crew, named Thomas Hill, came back for a pistol,
for there were several in the boat, and deliberately charged it.
My companion, an old _Macedonian_, named Cox, asked him what he
wanted with a pistol. Hill, who was a very desperate fellow, told
him to mind his own business, or he would shoot him. Cox, knowing
his character, thought it best to let this insult pass, supposing he
was only going off to shoot a dog or snake, as the latter creature
abounded there. Having loaded his pistol, Hill went off, and we
thought no more of the matter. Presently a man came running down to
the boat to inform us that two of our men were quarrelling. Just
at that moment, we heard the report of a pistol: hurrying to the
spot, described by our informant, we found a shipmate, by the name
of Smith, bleeding on the ground, with a pistol-shot lodged in his
breast by Hill. We gathered round him; in his agony he begged us to
shoot him dead, for his suffering was not to be endured. Supposing he
was dying, our testimony to his statement that Hill was his murderer,
was taken on the spot. The victim was then removed to a suitable
place to be taken care of; the next day he was carried on board the
brig, and from thence to a sort of hospital on shore, where, after
lingering a few days, he died. The murderer was seized and placed in
irons on board the brig. He was afterwards removed to another ship,
but what was done with him I never heard with certainty; it was
reported that he was pardoned.
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