Mr. Midshipman Easy - Frederick Marryat (best ereader for students TXT) 📗
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“Yes, Mr Jones.-Hands about ship-and-yes, by heavens we must!-up mainsail.”
The mainsail was taken off, and the frigate appeared to be immediately relieved. She no longer jerked and plunged as before.
“We’re very near the land, Captain Wilson; thick as it is, I think I can make out the loom of it-shall we wear round, sir?” continued the master.
“Yes,-hands wear ship-put the helm up.”
It was but just in time, for, as the frigate flew round, describing a circle, as she payed off before the wind, they could perceive the breakers lashing the precipitous coast, not two cables’ length from them.
“I had no idea we were so near,” observed the captain, compressing his lips-‘can they see anything of those vessels?”
“I have not seen them this quarter of an hour, sir,” replied the signal-man, protecting his glass from the rain under his Jacket.
“How’s her head now, quarter-master?”
“South south-east, sir.”
The sky now assumed a different appearance-the white clouds had been exchanged for others dark and murky, the wind roared at intervals, and the rain came down in torrents. Captain Wilson went down into the cabin to examine the barometer.
“The barometer has risen,” said he on his return on deck. “Is the wind steady?”
“No, sir, she’s up and off three points.”
“This will end in a south-wester.”
The wet and heavy sails now flapped from the shifting of the wind.
“Up with the helm, quarter-master.”
“Up it is-she’s off to south-by-west.”
The wind lulled, the rain came down in a deluge-for a minute it was quite calm, and the frigate was on an even keel.
“Man the braces. We shall be taken aback, directly, depend upon it.”
The braces were hardly stretched along before this was the case. The wind flew round to the south-west with a loud roar, and it was fortunate that they were prepared-the yards were braced round, and the master asked the captain, what course they were to steer.
“We must give it up,” observed Captain Wilson, holding on by the belaying pin. “Shape our course for Cape Sicie, Mr Jones.”
And the Aurora flew before the gale, under her foresail and topsails close reefed. The weather was now so thick that nothing could be observed twenty yards from the vessel; the thunder pealed, and the lightning darted in every direction over the dark expanse. The watch was called as soon as the sails were trimmed, and all who could went below, wet, uncomfortable, and disappointed.
“What an old Jonah you are, Martin,” said Gascoigne.
“Yes, I am,” replied he; “but we have the worst to come yet, in my opinion. I recollect, not two hundred miles from where we are now, we had just such a gale in the Favourite, and we as nearly went down, when-”
At this moment a tremendous noise was heard above, a shock was felt throughout the whole ship, which trembled fore and aft as if it was about to fall into pieces: loud shrieks were followed by plaintive cries, the lower deck was filled with smoke, and the frigate was down on her beam ends. Without exchanging a word, the whole of the occupants of the berth flew out, and were UP the hatchway, not knowing what to think, but convinced that some dreadful accident had taken place.
On their gaining the deck it was at once explained; the foremast of the frigate had been struck by lightning, had been riven into several pieces, and had fallen over the larboard bow, carrying with it the main-topmast and jib-boom. The jagged stump of the foremast was in flames, and burned brightly, notwithstanding the rain fell in torrents. The ship, as soon as the foremast and main topmast had gone overboard, broached-to furiously, throwing the men over the wheel and dashing them senseless against the carronades; the forecastle, the forepart of the main deck, and even the lower deck, were spread with men, either killed or seriously wounded, or insensible from the electric shock. The frigate was on her beam ends, and the sea broke furiously over her; all was dark as pitch, except the light from the blazing stump of the foremast, appearing like a torch, held up by the wild demons of the storm, or when occasionally the gleaming lightning cast a momentary glare, threatening every moment to repeat its attack upon the vessel, while the deafening thunder burst almost on their devoted heads. All was dismay and confusion for a minute or two: at last Captain Wilson, who had himself lost his sight for a short time, called for the carpenter and axes-they climbed up, that is, two or three of them, and he pointed to the mizzen-mast; the master was also there, and he cut loose the axes for the seamen to use; in a few minutes the mizzen-mast fell over the quarter, and the helm being put hard up, the frigate payed off and slowly righted. But the horror of the scene was not yet over. The boatswain, who had been on the forecastle, had been led below, for his vision was gone for ever. The men who lay scattered about had been examined, and they were assisting them down to the care of the surgeon, when the cry of “Fire!” issued from the lower deck. The ship had taken fire at the coal-hole and carpenter’s store-room, and the smoke that now ascended was intense.
“Call the drummer,” said Captain Wilson, “and let him beat to quarters-all hands to their stations-let the pumps be rigged and the buckets passed along. Mr Martin, see that the wounded men are taken down below. Where’s Mr Haswell? Mr Pottyfar, station the men to pass the water on by hand on the lower deck. I will go there myself. Mr Jones, take charge of the ship.”
Pottyfar, who actually had taken his hands out of his pockets, hastened down to comply with the captain’s orders on the main deck, as Captain Wilson descended to the deck below.
“I say, Jack, this is very different from this morning,” observed Gascoigne.
“Yes,” replied Jack, “so it is; but I say, Gascoigne, what’s the best thing to do?-when the chimney’s on fire on shore, they put a wet blanket over it.”
“Yes,” replied Gascoigne; “but when the coal-hole’s on fire on board, they will not find that sufficient.”
“At all events, wet blankets must be a good firing, Ned, so let us pull out the hammocks; cut the lanyards and get some out-we can but offer them, you know, and if they do no good, at least it will show our zeal.”
“Yes, Jack, and I think when they turn in again, those whose blankets you take will agree with you, that zeal makes the service very uncomfortable. However, I think you are right.”
The two midshipmen collected three or four hands, and in a very short time they had more blankets than they could carry-there was no trouble in wetting them, for the main deck was afloat-and followed by the men they had collected, Easy and Gascoigne went down with large bundles in their arms to where Captain Wilson was giving directions to the men.
“Excellent, Mr Easy, excellent, Mr Gascoigne” said Captain Wilson. “Come, my lads, throw them over now, and stamp upon them well”; the men’s Jackets and the captain’s coat had already been sacrificed to the same object.
Easy called the other midshipmen, and they went up for a further supply; but there was no occasion, the fire had been smothered: still the danger had been so great that the fore magazine had been floated. During all this, which lasted perhaps a quarter of an hour, the frigate had rolled gunwale under, and many were the accidents which occurred. At last all danger from fire had ceased, and the men were ordered to return to their quarters, when three officers and forty-seven men were found absent-seven of them were dead, most of them were already under the care of the surgeon, but some were still lying in the scuppers.
No one had been more active or more brave during this time of danger, than Mr Hawkins, the chaplain. He was everywhere, and when Captain Wilson went down to put out the fire he was there, encouraging the men and exerting himself most gallantly. He and Mesty came aft when all was over, one just as black as the other. The chaplain sat down and wrung his hands-“God forgive me!” said he, “God forgive me!”
“Why so, sir?” said Easy, who stood near. “I am sure you need not be ashamed of what you have done.”
“No, no, not ashamed of what I’ve done; but, Mr Easy-I have sworn so, sworn such oaths at the men in haste-I, the chaplain! God forgive me!-I meant nothing.” It was very true that Mr Hawkins had sworn a great deal during his exertions, but he was at that time the quarter-deck officer and not the chaplain; the example to the men and his gallantry had been most serviceable.
“Indeed, sir,” said Easy, who saw the chaplain was in great tribulation, and hoped to pacify him, “I was certainly not there all the time, but I only heard you say, ‘God bless you, my men! be smart,’ and so on; surely, that is not swearing.”
“Was it that I said, Mr Easy, are you sure? I really had an idea that I had d—d them all in heaps, as some of them deserved-no, no, not deserved. Did I really bless them-nothing but bless them?”
“Yes, sir,” said Mesty, who perceived what Jack wanted: “it was nothing, I assure you, but ‘God bless you, Captain Wilson!-Bless your heart, my good men!-Bless the king!’ and so on. You do nothing but shower down blessing and wet blanket.”
“I told you so,” said Jack.
“Well, Mr Easy, you’ve made me very happy,” replied the chaplain; “I was afraid it was otherwise.”
So indeed it was, for the chaplain had sworn like a boatswain; but as Jack and Mesty had turned all his curses into blessings, the poor man gave himself absolution, and shaking hands with Jack, hoped he would come down into the gun-room and take a glass of grog; nor did he forget Mesty, who received a good allowance at the gun-room door, to which Jack gladly consented, as the rum in the middy’s berth had all been exhausted after the rainy morning; but Jack was interrupted in his third glass, by somebody telling him the captain wanted to speak with Mr Hawkins and with him.
Jack went up, and found the captain on the quarter-deck with the officers.
“Mr Easy,” said Captain Wilson, “I have sent for you, Mr Hawkins, and Mr Gascoigne, to thank you on the quarter-deck, for your exertions and presence of mind on this trying occasion.” Mr Hawkins made a bow. Gascoigne said nothing, but he thought of having extra leave when they arrived at Malta. Jack felt inclined to make a speech, and began something about when there was danger that it levelled every one to an equality even on board of a man-of-war.
“By no means, Mr Easy,” replied Captain Wilson; “it does the very contrary; for it proves which is the best man, and those who are the best raise themselves at once above the rest.”
Jack was very much inclined to argue the point, but he took the compliment and held his tongue, which was the wisest thing he could have done; so he made his bow, and was about to go down into the midshipmen’s berth when the frigate was pooped by a tremendous sea, which washed all those who did not hold on down into the waist. Jack was among the number, and naturally catching at the first object which touched him, he caught hold of the chaplain by the leg, who commenced
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