<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XLV">CHAPTER XLV.</SPAN><br/> <span class="small1">INTRODUCES A REAL HERO.</span></h2>
<p>My orders were to rejoin at Pembroke on the 10th of June,
where the Alcestis lay refitting, and taking in stores for an
ocean-cruise. Of course I was punctual to the day, and carried
with me a fine recruit, Master Rodney Bluett. I received not
only minute directions from his lady-mother, but also a tidy
little salary, to enable me to look after him. This was a lady
of noble spirit, and ready to devote her son for the benefit of
his country; because there was no fighting now, nor any war
in prospect. Also Colonel Lougher came as far as the gate,
where the griffins are, and patted his nephew's curly head;
and said that although it was not quite as he himself could
have wished it, he could trust the boy to be an honour to a
loyal family, and to write home every now and then, for the
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sake of his poor mother. For his own sake also, I think the
Colonel might have very truly said; because while he was
talking so, and trying to insist on duty, as the one thing
needful, I could not for a moment trust my own eyes to
examine him. So we all tried to say "good-bye," as if there
was nothing in it.</p>
<p>It was a very long "good-bye," even longer than we could
by any stretch have dreamed of. Two or three years was the
utmost that we then looked forward to: but I tell you simple truth,
in saying that not one of us had the chance of seeing England,
much less any part of Wales, for a shorter period than seven
years and two months added. You may doubt me, and say,
"Pooh, pooh! that was your fault;" and so on. But you
would be wholly wrong; and from the Admiralty records our
Captain could prove it thoroughly. And what is much clearer
than all, do you think that Captain Drake Bampfylde would
have been seven years, or even seven days, away, without sight
of his beautiful lady, Isabel Carey, if it could have been
managed otherwise?</p>
<p>It was a mixture of bad luck. I can explain a good deal of
it, but not all the ins and outs. We were ordered here, and
ordered there, and then sometimes receiving three contradictions
of everything. Until we should scarcely have been surprised
at receiving signal, "H.M.S. Alcestis to the moon; to
wait for orders."</p>
<p>And if we had received that signal, I believe we should
have tried it, being by this time the best-trained and finest
ship's company in the world. We had ceased to be a receiving-ship,
as soon as the war was over, and now were what they
begin to call—though it sounds against the grain to me—an
"Experimental Ship." And the Lord knows that we made
experiments enough to drown, or blow up, or blow arms off,
every man borne on our blessed books. They placed me at the
head of it all, until the others were up to it; and a more
uneasy or ticklish time I never have known, before or since.
Over and over again I expected to go up to the sky almost;
and you may pretty well conceive how frequent was my
uneasiness. Nevertheless I still held on; and Government
had to pay for it.</p>
<p>In four years' time the old frigate began to be knocked
almost to pieces; and we made up our minds to be ordered
home, and set our memories at work upon all who were likely
to meet us, if still in the land of the living. While at Halifax
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_300">[Pg 300]</SPAN></span>
thinking thus, and looking forward to Christmas-time among
our own families, a spick and span new frigate came, of the
loveliest lines we had ever seen, and standing-gear the most
elegant. She took our eyes so much at once, and she sat the
water so, that there was not a man of us able to think of anything
else till all hands piped down. This was the Thetis, if
you please, taken from the Crappos in the very last action of
the war, a 46-gun frigate, but larger than an English 60-gun
ship. The French shipbuilders are better than ours, but their
riggers not to be compared; which is the reason perhaps why
they always shoot at our rigging instead of our hulls. At any
rate, having been well overhauled, and thoroughly refitted
at Chatham, and rigged anew from step to truck, she presented
an appearance of most tempting character.</p>
<p>It was a trick of the Naval Board to keep us together, and
it succeeded. Those gentlemen knew what we were by this
time, the very best ship's company to be found in all the
service; and as there were signs already of some mischief
brewing, their desire was still to keep together such a piece of
discipline. My humble name had been brought forward many
times with approval, but without any effect so far upon wages
or position. Now, however, my Lords had found it expedient
to remember me, and David Llewellyn was appointed master's
mate to the Thetis, if he should think fit to join her; for the
whole after our long service was a matter of volunteering.</p>
<p>There was not a man of us dared to leave Captain Drake
Bampfylde shabbily. We turned over to the Thetis, in a
body, with him; and the crew that had manned her from
England took the old Alcestis home again. And junior
Lieutenant Bluett, now a fine young fellow, walked the quarter-deck
of the Thetis, so that you should have seen him. But
first and foremost was to see our great Captain Drake; as
ready as if he were always looking out for an enemy's ship
from the foretop. He walked a little lame, on account of the
piece the shark took out of him; nevertheless we had not a
man to equal him for activity. I remember once when a
violent gale caught us on the banks of Newfoundland, and the
sky came down upon us black as any thunder-cloud. The
wind grew on us so towards nightfall, that after taking in reef
after reef, the orders were to make all snug, send down the
topgallant-masts, and lie-to under close-reefed main-topsail and
fore-topmast staysail. Captain Drake was himself on deck, as
he always was in time of danger, and through the roar of the
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gale his orders came as clear as a bell almost, from the mouth
of his speaking-trumpet. "Main-top men, to station! Close
reef the main-topsail. Mr Bluett, clew up, clew up. There
is not a moment to lose, my men. Spit to your hands and
stick like pitch. What! are you afraid then, all of you?"</p>
<p>For the sail was lashing about like thunder, having broken
from the quarter-gasket, and when the men came to the topsail-yard
they durst not go upon it. Then a black squall struck
them with blinding rain, and they scarce could see one another's
faces, till a cheery voice came from the end of the yard, "Hold
on, my lads—hold on there! You seem so skeery of this job, I
will do it for you." "'Tis the devil himself!" cried old Ben
Bower, captain of the main-top; "let him fly, let him fly, my
lads!" "It is our Captain," said I, who was coming slowly up
to see to it, myself prepared to do the job, and shame all those
young fellows; "skulk below, you jelly-pots, and leave it to
me and the Captain." "A cheer for the Captain, a cheer for
the Captain!" they cried before I could follow them, and a
score of men stood against the sky, in the black pitch of the
hurricane, as if it were a review almost. For they guessed
what the Captain must have done, and it made a hero of each
of them. While they came slowly up the ratlins, he clomb
the rigging like a cat, and before they got to the lubber's hole
he was at the topmasthead, whence he slid down by the
topping-lift to the very end of the mainyard. Such a thing
done in a furious gale, and the sea going mountains high
almost, beat even my experience of what British captains are
up to. After that, if he had cried, "Make sail to"—Heligoland,
with no landing to it—there was not a man of us but
would have touched his hat, and said, "Ay, ay, sir!"</p>
<p>And now we first met Captain Nelson in command of the
Boreas, a poor little frigate; we could have sunk her as easily
as we outsailed her. But as senior to Captain Drake, he at
once assumed command of us; although it was not in our
instructions to be at his disposal. The Americans then were
carrying on with the privileges of British subjects, in trading
with the Leeward Islands; although they had cast off our
authority in a most uncourteous, and I might say headstrong
manner. Captain Nelson could never put up with the presumptuous
manners of this race, and he felt bitterly how feeble
had been our behaviour to them. These are people who will
always lead the whole world, if they can; counting it honour
to depart from and get over old ideas. And now they were
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doing a snug bit of roguery with the Leeward Islands, pretending
to have British bottoms, while at bottom Yankees.</p>
<p>Nelson set his face against it; and whenever he set his face,
his hand came quickly afterwards. We soon cut up that bit
of smuggling, although the Governor of the Islands was himself
against us. Captain Nelson's orders were to enforce the
Navigation Act; and we did it thoroughly.</p>
<p>Ever so many times I met him, as he now came to and fro;
and he took the barge-tiller out of my hand, at least a dozen
times, I think. For he never could bear that another man
should seem to do his work for him, any more than he could
bear to see a thing done badly. Not that he found fault with
my steering (which was better than his own, no doubt), but
that he wanted to steer himself. And he never could sit a
boat quietly, from his perpetual ups and downs, and longing
to do something. He knew my name; he knew every one's
name; he called me "old Dyo," continually, because the men
had caught it up; and in my position, I could not perceive
what right he had to do so. I had him on my lap, I won't
say fifty times, but at least fifteen: for he never had sea-legs
at all when a heavy sea was running: and I never thought it
any honour, but cherished some hopes of a shilling, or so. As
for appearance, at first sight he struck me as rather grotesque-looking
than imposing, in spite of his full-laced uniform, and
the broad flaps of his waistcoat. His hair, moreover, was
drawn away from his forehead, and tied in a lanky tail, leaving
exposed, in all its force, rather a sad face, pale and thin, and
with the nose somewhat lop-sided. Also the shoulders badly
shaped, and the body set up anyhow; and the whole arrangement
of his frame nervous, more than muscular.</p>
<p>In spite of all this, any man who knows the faces of men,
and their true meaning, could not fail to perceive at once that
here was no common mortal. The vigour and spirit of his eyes
were such that they not only seemed to be looking through
whatever lay before them, but to have distinct perception of a
larger distance, and eagerness to deal with it. And the whole
expression of his face told of powerful impatience, and a longing
for great deeds, dashed with melancholy. The entire crew
of his ship, I was told, were altogether wrapped up in him,
and would give their lives for him without thought; and there
was not one of them but was mad with our Government for
being at peace, and barring Captain Nelson from the exploits
he was pining for. One of them struck at me with an oar,
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when I said how puny Nelson was, compared with our Drake
Bampfylde, and only the strong sense of my position enabled
me to put up with it. And what I said was all the time the
very truest of the true; and that was why it hurt them so. We
being now the finest and smartest frigate in the service, looked
down upon that tub of a Boreas, and her waddle-footed crew,
and her pale, pig-tailed commander, with a power of ignominy
which they were not pleased with. And all the time we were
at their orders, and they took care to let us know it! We
would have fought them with pleasure, if the rules of the service
allowed it.</p>
<p>Enough of that uncomfortable discontent and soreness. The
hardest point is for a very great man to begin to set forth his
greatness. We could not, at the moment, see why Horatio
Nelson should thus sweep off with the lead so. But after he
had once established what he was, and what he meant, there
was no more jealousy. To this I shall come in its proper place;
I am only now picking up crumbs, as it were, and chewing
small jobs honourably.</p>
<p>But against one thing I must guard. Our Captain Drake
was never for a moment jealous of Captain Nelson. It was one
of the things that annoyed us most, when we looked down on
the Boreas, and would gladly have had a good turn with those
fellows who assumed such airs to us, to find that our beloved
Captain was as full of Nelson as the worst of the Boreasses.
And one of our men who went on strongly, took six dozen,
and no mistake, and acknowledged how well he deserved it.
That is the way to do things, and makes all of us one family.</p>
<p>It is time for me now to crowd all sail for Spithead, as we
did at last. Seven round years and two months were gone
since I had seen old Cymru, and I could fill seven thousand
pages with our whole adventures. But none of them bore
much on my tale, and nobody cares for my adventures, since I
ceased to be young and handsome; and sometimes I almost
thought (in spite of all experience) that I had better have gone
into matrimony with a young woman of moderate substance.
But (as is the case with those things) when I had the chance
I scorned it; not being touched in the heart by any one, and
so proud of freedom. Moreover, the competition for a man
amongst young women may become so lively as to make him
bear away large down wind. Exactly what had happened to
me in the land of Devonshire.</p>
<p>Three quarters of my pay had been assigned to Roger Berkrolles,
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under my hand and signature, for the maintenance of
our Bunny (so far as the rent might not provide it), and for
the general management of things, and then to accumulate.
So that, after all, I had not any amazing sum to draw, remembering,
too, that from time to time we had our little tastes of
it. Nevertheless, when added up, I really was surprised to
find that the good clerks thought it worth so much quill-chop
over it. And now I had been for several years on the pay of a
petty officer (master's mate), and looking forward to be master,
if he were good enough to drop off.</p>
<p>He was truly tough, and would never drop off; and I felt
it the more because he was ten years my junior, and unseasoned.
He drew half again as much as I did, though he knew that I
had done all the work. He gave me two fingers to say good-bye,
which is a loathsome trick to me; so I put out my thumb,
which was difficult to him: and the next time I saw him, he
lay dead in the cockpit of the Goliath.</p>
<p>In a word, I got so little after all my long endeavours to
secure the British nation from its many enemies, that verily I
must have fallen to the old resource again, and been compelled
to ask for alms to help me home in 1790, as had happened to
me in the year of grace 1759. We sailors always seem to be
going either up or down so much, without seeming to know
why. Perhaps it is a custom from our being on the waves so
much. However, I was saved from doing such disgrace to the
uniform and to my veteran aspect, and the hair by this time as
white as snow, simply through the liberality of our Captain
Bampfylde. For he made me an offer both kind and handsome,
though not more perhaps than might be expected, after
our sailing together so long. This was to take me home with
him to Narnton Court, or the neighbourhood, according to how
the land might lie, and thence to secure me a passage (which is
easy enough in the summer-time) by one of the stone-boats to
Newton Nottage. I felt that I might have come home in
grander style than this was like to be; and yet it was better
than begging my way; and scarcely any man should hope to
be landed twice in all his life, at his native village from a man-of-war.
Of course, if Master Rodney Bluett had still been
with us, he would have seen to my return, and been proud of
it; but he had been forced to leave us, having received his
appointment as 3d lieutenant to the Boadicea, 74.</p>
<p>Therefore I travelled with Captain Drake, and made myself
useful upon the road, finding his coxswain (who came with us
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_305">[Pg 305]</SPAN></span>
in a miserably menial manner) utterly useless, whenever a
knowledge of life and the world was demanded. And over
and over again, my assistance paid my fare, I am sure of it,
whether it were by coach or post. Because the great mass of
seaman appear, whenever they come on shore, to enjoy a good
cheating more than anything. The reason is clear enough—to
wit, that having seen no rogues so long, they are happy to pay
for that pleasure now.</p>
<p class="pmb3">It was said that even the Admiralty had been playing the
rogue with us, stopping our letters, and our news, to keep us
altogether free from any disturbances of home. At any rate,
very few of us had heard a word of England, except from such
old papers as we picked up in the colonies. And now, after
seven years, how could we tell what to expect, or how much
to fear?</p>
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