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<h3>Chapter Fifty Nine.</h3>
<h4>The dead man attends at the auction of his own effects, and bids the sale to stop—One more than was wanted—Peter steps into his own shoes again—Captain Hawkins takes a friendly interest in Peter’s papers—Riga balsam sternly refused to be admitted for the relief of the ship’s company.</h4>
<p>As soon as the sails were furled, I thanked the master of the vessel for his kindness, and requested the boat. He ordered it to be manned, saying, “How glad your captain will be to see you!” I doubted that. We shook hands, and I pulled to the <i>Rattlesnake</i>, which lay about two cables’ length astern of us. I had put on a jacket, when I left the brig on service, and coming in a merchantman’s boat, no attention was paid to me; indeed, owing to circumstances, no one was on the look-out, and I ascended the side unperceived.</p>
<p>The men and officers were on the quarter-deck, attending the sale of dead men’s effects before the mast, and every eye was fixed upon six pairs of nankeen trowsers exposed by the purser’s steward, which I recognised as my own. “Nine shillings for six pairs of nankeen trowsers,” cried the purser’s steward.</p>
<p>“Come, my men, they’re worth more than that,” observed the captain, who appeared to be very facetious. “It’s better to be in his trowsers than in his shoes.” This brutal remark created a silence for a moment. “Well, then, steward, let them go. One would think that pulling on his trowsers would make you as afraid as he was,” continued the captain laughing.</p>
<p>“Shame!” was cried out by one or two of the officers, and I recognised Swinburne’s voice as one.</p>
<p>“More likely if they put on yours,” cried I, in a loud indignant tone.</p>
<p>Everybody started, and turned round; Captain Hawkins staggered to a carronade: “I beg to report myself as having rejoined my ship, sir,” continued I.</p>
<p>“Hurrah, my lads! three cheers for Mr Simple,” said Swinburne.</p>
<p>The men gave them with emphasis. The captain looked at me, and without saying a word, hastily retreated to his cabin. I perceived, as he went down, that he had his arm in a sling. I thanked the men for their kind feeling towards me, shook hands with Thompson and Webster, who warmly congratulated me, and then with old Swinburne (who nearly wrung my arm off, and gave my shoulder such pain, as to make me cry out), and with the others who extended theirs. I desired the sale of my effects to be stopped; fortunately for me, it had but just begun, and the articles were all returned. Thompson had informed the captain that he knew my father’s address, and would take charge of my clothes, and send them home, but the captain would not allow him.</p>
<p>In a few minutes, I received a letter from the captain, desiring me to acquaint him in writing, for the information of the senior officer, in what manner I had escaped. I went down below, when I found one very melancholy face, that of the passed-midshipman of the <i>Acasta</i>, who had received an acting order in my place. When I went to my desk, I found two important articles missing; one, my private letter-book, and the other, the journal which I kept of what passed, and from which this narrative has been compiled. I inquired of my messmates, who stated that the desk had not been looked into by any one but the captain, who, of course, must have possessed himself of those important documents.</p>
<p>I wrote a letter containing a short narrative of what had happened, and, at the same time, another on service to the captain, requesting that he would deliver up my property, the private journal, and letter-book in his possession. The captain, as soon as he received my letters, sent up word for his boat to be manned. As soon as it was manned, I reported it, and then begged to know whether he intended to comply with my request. He answered that he should not, and then went on deck, and quitted the brig to pull on board of the senior officer. I therefore determined immediately to write to the captain of the <i>Acasta</i>, acquainting him with the conduct of Captain Hawkins, and requesting his interference. This I did immediately, and the boat that had brought me on board not having left the brig, I sent the letter by it, requesting them to put it into the hands of one of the officers. The letter was received previous to Captain Hawkins’ visit being over; and the captain of the <i>Acasta</i> put it into his hands, inquiring if the statement were correct. Captain Hawkins replied, that it was true that he had detained these papers, as there was so much mutiny and disaffection in them, and that he should not return them to me.</p>
<p>“That I cannot permit,” replied the captain of the <i>Acasta</i>, who was aware of the character of Captain Hawkins; “if, by mistake, you have been put in possession of any of Mr Simple’s secrets, you are bound in honour not to make use of them; neither can you retain property not your own.”</p>
<p>But Captain Hawkins was determined, and refused to give them to me. “Well, then, Captain Hawkins,” replied the captain of the <i>Acasta</i>, you will oblige me by remaining on my quarter-deck till I come out of the cabin.</p>
<p>The captain of the <i>Acasta</i> then wrote an order, directing Captain Hawkins immediately to deliver up to <i>him</i> the papers of mine in his possession; and coming out of the cabin, put it into Captain Hawkins’ hands, saying, “Now, sir, here is a written order from your superior officer. Disobey it, if you dare. If you do, I will put you under an arrest, and try you by a court-martial.”</p>
<p>Captain Hawkins bit his lip at the order.</p>
<p>“Your boat is manned, sir,” said the captain of the <i>Acasta</i>, in a severe tone.</p>
<p>Captain Hawkins came on board, sealed up the books, and sent them to the captain of the <i>Acasta</i>, who redirected them to me, on His Majesty’s service, and returned them by the same boat. The public may therefore thank the captain of the <i>Acasta</i> for the memoirs which they are now reading.</p>
<p>From my messmates I gained the following intelligence of what had passed after I had quitted the brig. The fire of the praam had cut them up severely, and Captain Hawkins had been struck in the arm with a piece of the hammock rail, which had been shot away shortly after I left. Although the skin only was razed, he thought proper to consider himself badly wounded; and giving up the command to Mr Webster, the second lieutenant, had retreated below, where he remained until the action was over. When Mr Webster reported the return of the boats, with the capture of the gun-boat, and my supposed death, he was delighted, that he quite forgot his wound, and ran on deck, rubbing his hands as he walked up and down. At last he recollected himself, went down into his cabin, and came up again with his arm in a sling.</p>
<p>During the short time that we remained in port, I took care that <i>Riga balsam</i> should not be allowed to come alongside, and the men were all sober. We received orders from the captain of the <i>Acasta</i> to join the admiral, who was off the Texel, in pursuance of directions he had received from the Admiralty to despatch one of the squadron, and we were selected from the dislike which he had taken to Captain Hawkins.</p>
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