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
When I was on board the _Siren_, I was contented. The officers were
kind, the crew were peaceful and well-behaved; but in the _Boxer_,
some of the officers were severe, and the crew corrupt, and I did
not enjoy myself at all. Some said that in time of war the men were
better treated than in time of peace; but though this may be true
to a limited extent, yet I think the difference in these two brigs
was owing more to the character of their respective officers than
anything else. Be this as it may, my experience in the _Boxer_ had
completely sickened me of man of war life, and I determined, if
possible, to get free of it at once and forever.
My station, as one of the crew of the jolly-boat, gave me frequent
opportunities to accomplish my purpose. So, one day, at the
solicitation of a shipmate, I resolved to make the attempt. Cruel
treatment was my excuse; yet I have sometimes been ashamed of my
course in this instance; and would heartily advise all boys in the
naval service to stay their time out. We were successful in escaping;
and as we had but little money, I therefore proceeded directly from
the shore to a pawn shop, and there disposed of our pea-jackets,
which were new, and for which the purser had charged us ten dollars
apiece. We obtained the pitiful sum of six dollars for the two. With
this, we started in a hack, which was to carry us outside of the
city. We then travelled hard all day, resting at night in a barn,
where we suffered extremely from the cold. The next day we pursued
our way towards New Haven. The day after, we were still on the road.
This was the Sabbath, and we felt strangely at seeing the good people
of the village, through which we passed, going to meeting. The
foot-stoves, that the grave matrons bore in their hands, were things
I had never seen before; so, to the great merriment of my companion,
I observed that they were excellent contrivances to carry their books
in to meeting! We reached New Haven on Monday evening, where we put
up at a sailors’ boarding-house for the night. Here my shipmate left
me, and I proceeded alone to Hartford, begging my support by the way,
for my money was by this time all exhausted.
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