the sea gem had suffered greatly from the hurricane, but, by dint of strenuous effort on the part of her agents, was now fairly seaworthy again. the ravages of pestilence, however, had left her almost unmanned, the only survivors being the second mate, the carpenter, and a couple of american negro youths. the new captain, i learned from the carpenter—who had taken me under his protection—had been retired for some years, occupying a fairly well-paid post ashore in havana. but tempted by a lucrative offer from the agents, and greatly longing to return home again, he had accepted the post of master of the sea gem. he had succeeded in collecting another crew to take the vessel home; but they were, indeed, a motley crowd. three austrians, a montenegrin, a swede, a frenchman and two more negroes made up the complement forward, all of whom spoke a barbarous dialect of spanish among themselves, although the austrians also conversed indifferently in some slav tongue as well as in italian. there was as yet no chief mate, but another american negro had been secured for cook and steward.

no cargo being procurable, we were to proceed in ballast to mobile for cotton, and thence home. i had not yet lost hope of being able to escape before sailing; and the carpenter, who seemed to be greatly amused by my company, rather encouraged me in the idea. strangely enough, nobody seemed to trouble about me, and i foolishly sulked about all day, doing nothing but brood over the possibility of getting away. at last a chance presented itself. all the members of the new crew were taken ashore to the consul's office to sign articles, and i, of course, went along. i had still a good deal of money, and, as soon as i had signed, and been ordered by the captain to go down to the boat and await his coming, i demurely obeyed, and bolted in a contrary direction as soon as i had turned the street corner. i was free. true, i had an uneasy feeling that at any moment i might be arrested for desertion; but i refused to entertain it, and hurried up town to the hotel st. isabel. here i got a shock. my old friend the billiard marker was gone, and the new man did not look upon me at all favourably. my other acquaintances in the hotel, too, appeared anxious to avoid me, as if they had been warned not to give me harbourage there. so i wandered forth disconsolately, feeling as if the place was quite strange to me. in the course of a long ramble i fell in with a young american seaman who was outward bound, i. e. hard up, but as full of fun as if he had just been paid off. we had a great time together for a couple of days, getting as far away as matanzas, and using up my stock of dollars at an alarming rate. the third day we were a bit weary of skylarking about, and decided to return to his boarding-house and have a good night's rest. when we arrived there it was past closing time, and the place was all dark and silent. it was a big corner building, springing straight from the roadway, with flat walls, up to a height of about fourteen feet, where a balcony ran right round the building. to rouse the landlord was more than we dared; so, after much scheming, we managed to find a light cart under a shed, which we dragged from its place and up-ended under the balcony. my chum, who was very tall, climbed up the shafts and scaled the balcony, then lowered his long sash to me. i was speedily by his side, and together we sought and found his room, which opened on to the balcony and was luckily unoccupied. feeling secure, our love of fun overcame weariness, and after a boisterous pillow-fight we strolled out on to the balcony again. just then a sereño loitered round the corner and uplifted his voice, "ave maria purissima, sin pecado concebida. doce hora; noche sereña!" as the echoes died away, he caught sight of the cart standing where it ought not, and proceeded to investigate. moved by the same spirit of mischief, we hurried to the chamber, and found a big jug of water, which zeke carefully poured upon the head of the muttering vigilante. the effect was amazing. raving like a lunatic, he assaulted the great door with feet and spear-butt, making an uproar that speedily aroused everybody within earshot. our house hummed like a hive, and, before many minutes, we heard the hurried tramp of feet along the uncarpeted corridors, and the babel of many voices—the drenched official's shrilly predominant. presently they entered our room, to find us just awaking from a sound sleep! and blinking at the lanterns like owls. so deep had been our slumbers, that it was some time before zeke could explain how i came to be there; but the landlord, whom i recognized as an old acquaintance, was quite easily satisfied about me. clearly we were not the offenders, and the search-party passed along, leaving us to enjoy a frantic jig at the glorious disturbance we had aroused. how the affair was settled i never heard, for the next day was my last of liberty.

zeke went down to the shipping-office to look for a ship in the morning, leaving me to my own devices. after an hour's ramble up town, i began to feel a miserable reaction, helped on doubtless by the fact that i had shared my last dollar with my chum, and couldn't for the life of me see where any more were coming from. presently i turned into a café and called for a cup of coffee (i had not learned to drink anything stronger). while i sat moodily sipping it, a drunken, disreputable-looking man of about forty, roused himself from one of the tables, and, coming over to where i was, addressed me in broad scotch. with maudlin tears he assured me that he was the chief mate of the sea gem, and that he must get on board that day, but how he did not know. he dared not go out for fear of being arrested; would i take pity on him, and see him on board? he must have been[87] in a queer state of mind, for i was but a boy of thirteen, and small for my age. my pride was touched, and i readily assented, leading him carefully down to the wharf, and engaging a boat for him. there i would have left him, but he held on to me like a bear, swearing he would be lost and undone without me, so i had to go off with him. when we got alongside, the second mate appeared at the gangway, and lowered a bowline, which i slipped over the helpless creature's head and under his arms. thus he was hauled on board like a sack of flour. then the second mate sternly ordered me to come up. i refused. but he quietly said, "well, then, i must come and fetch you." that was sufficient; i mounted the side, and said good-bye to havana.

that a rope's-ending awaited me, i felt sure; but instead of that, the captain called me into his cabin, and gave me a most fatherly talking to. his kindness made me feel bad, and i promised him forthwith to be a good boy, and forget my vagabond, independent way of living ashore. patting me on the head, he dismissed me to make my peace with the second mate, who was very angry with me indeed. he received my apologies in silence, and, although never friendly, i had no cause to complain of his treatment afterwards. of the mate i saw nothing for two or three days, for, although we left havana the next morning, he was in such a woeful condition, after his long debauch, that he could not leave his berth. when he did appear he seemed to have forgotten who i was. his manner to me was extremely brutal; in fact, he was a brute all round—although a lively regard for his own skin made him careful how he treated the curious crowd of "dagoes" forward. they were not at all a bad lot, and, considering their limited vocabulary, got on fairly well with the work of the ship. the little frenchman, in particular, was like a bundle of watch-springs. when he once comprehended an order, it was delightful to see him execute it. but his desperate attempts to understand what was said were quite pathetic. he spoke a mixture of spanish and french, which the others did not well understand; and at last he pitched upon me as the only one he could hold anything like a conversation with, though how we managed it i have now no idea.

everybody liked the old man. he was so genial, so simple, that it was a pleasure to see him. but i am afraid he would have had a bad time of it with a crew of britishers. they appreciate a tight hand, and are quick to take advantage of anything like easy-going on the part of their officers. this polyglot crowd, however, gave no trouble; and, in spite of the bungling stupidity of the mate, who never seemed to get quite clear of the after-effects of his big drunk, things went on oiled wheels.

we were drawing near our port, when one afternoon, during a fine wholesail breeze, there was a sudden gloom which rapidly overspread the sky. somebody was keeping a bad look-out, doubtless, for before any sail could be reduced, a squall of wind and hail struck the vessel, throwing her on her beam ends. it was so sudden that,[89] although all halliards and sheets were let fly at once, not a yard would come down, the ship lying over at too great an angle. and above the roaring of the wind, and the flapping of the flying canvas, the ominous rumble of the stone ballast rattling down to leeward could be plainly heard. the deck was like the wall of a house, and, when i saw the foaming sea rising up on the leeside as high as the hatches, i felt sure she was turning bottom up. by god's mercy, we had an old suit of sails bent, which the wind stripped from the yards and stays like muslin. great sheets of canvas flitted away into the darkness to leeward, while the flying running-gear cracked like volleys of musketry. gradually as the pressure weakened she righted, regaining as even a keel as the shifted ballast would allow, and we were safe. but there were many pale faces besides mine, the old captain especially looking terribly shaken up.

every stitch of canvas that had been set when the squall burst was gone, and, as the weather gradually settled into a strong gale, there was a desperate night's work ahead. in our position, with a great deal of land about, it was imperatively necessary to get sail set; but before that could be done it had to be "bent," that is, secured to the yards. such a task as this tests the capabilities of a crew very well. in a man-of-war, where they can send a man to every roband, and a couple to each earring, the job is fairly easy; but in a merchant-ship it means almost superhuman labour, from the scarcity of hands. i shall not attempt to describe the process, which bristles with technical details, that cannot be grasped without a corresponding idea of the conditions of work aloft in bad weather. suffice it to say that by midnight the two lower topsails, foresail, and fore-topmast staysail were set, and the hands, thoroughly exhausted, allowed to rest a while. it was my first experience of bad weather at sea, and i thought regretfully of the ease and comfort of my late life. but a kind of philosophic determination not to cry over spilt milk, which has attended me all my life, came to my rescue, and prevented me from being too miserable.

the poor old captain, however, was severely tried. evidently his fortitude and ability were less than he had imagined. he looked worn and decrepit, a settled anxiety gave him a haggard appearance, and all hands pitied him. the fine weather had entirely forsaken us, nothing but fierce squalls and incessantly shifting winds prevailing until we made dog island, at the entrance to mobile bay, under the lee of which we came to an anchor. our troubles were even then not over, for a gale sprang up almost immediately, which raised so ugly a sea that the lively vessel almost plunged bows under. all hands but the captain and myself were aloft, furling the sails forward. i stood alone by the windlass, ready to slack or make fast such running-gear as i was called upon to look after, when, with a tremendous bound, the ship reared herself high in air forrard, snapping the sorely-tried cable, the released links of which flew aft over the windlass-barrel with a deafening crash and shower of sparks. everything was at once dropped aloft, the hands came sliding down backstays at their best gait, and in less than five minutes the other anchor was let go. cable was veered away to ninety fathoms, and fervent hopes expressed that she would hold, for night was almost upon us, and our position was dangerous in the extreme. happily the wind hauled soon after, the sea became smooth, and we rode in comparative comfort till noon next day, when a powerful tug came down and towed us up among the shipping to a secure berth.

a fine fleet of ships lay here, all loading cotton for liverpool. nor, in spite of the number of vessels, was there any delay in commencing our cargo, for the next day, after mooring, a gang of stevedores came on board and set to work, with characteristic american energy, to prepare the hold. our captain left us for mobile city in the same steamer that brought them, returning with the first load of cotton, but only to bid us farewell. he called us all aft, and, with a quivering lip, informed us that he did not feel equal to taking the ship home. therefore he had determined to make way for a better man, who would be with us in a few days. he thanked all hands for the way they had treated him, and then, shaking hands all round, got into the boat and was rowed away to an upward-bound steamer, which lay alongside our nearest neighbour, the mary durkee. a hearty cheer followed him, which, if it lacked the simultaneous volume peculiar to britons, was certainly no less sincere.

then the cotton began to come in. the great loosely pressed bales, weighing some six hundredweight each, were whipped on board like magic by a single-purchase steam-winch on board the steamer, and tumbled into the hold as fast as they came. below, operations commenced by laying a single tier of bales, side by side across the ship, on the levelled ballast, leaving sufficient space in the middle of the tier to adjust a jack-screw. then, to a grunting chantey, the screw was extended to its full length, and another bale inserted. the process was repeated until at last long wooden levers were attached to the iron bars of the screw, and the whole gang "tallied" on until the last possible bale was squeezed into the tier, which was then almost as solid as a beam of timber built into the ship. it was a point of honour among stevedores to jam as many bales into a ship as she could possibly be made to contain, and restraint was often needed to prevent the energetic workers from seriously injuring vessels by the displacement of deck-planks, stanchions, bulkheads, and even beams.

on deck there was much to do. a winter passage across the atlantic was before us. the vessel had been greatly neglected in havana, and a great deal of sail-making had to be done. the mate, having obtained a demijohn of "bug-juice" from one of the cotton-steamers, was constantly drunk; so that all the work devolved upon the austere second mate, who toiled early and late to keep matters in hand. owing to the docility of the crew, this was possible; but he was greatly relieved when one fine morning a tall, determined-looking man with a sallow face, heavy black moustache, and nasal twang arrived on board, and announced himself as "captain jones, come to take command." within half an hour of his arrival, he had been all over the ship, had interviewed every member of the crew, and had repeated at least a dozen times that he was a "down easter," and proposed to "run this packet yankee fashion." with an intuition i have always had, i determined at once that he was carrying a good cargo of liquor; and it was as well for the besotted chief mate that this was so, for he would not otherwise have been so friendly with him, i'm sure. his rounds completed, he retired to the "saloon," catching sight of me as he went, and appointing me cabin-boy on the spot. my first duty was to call the mate into his presence. there and then the two of them, seated vis-a-vis, began to drink themselves speechless, while i stood in attendance, filling up their glasses until they could no longer hold them. at last they rolled off their seats, and lay across one another insensible. i retired and informed the steward, who lifted his hands despairingly, exclaiming, "fo' de good lawd, dis gwine ter be ole hell erfloat. one on 'em's bad nuff, but skipper en mate bofe: wa' we gwine ter do i doan know." but captain jones' carouse only lasted a couple of days. at the expiration of that time he "sobered up," and, though looking very demoralized, went about the ship like a man that knew his business thoroughly and meant doing it. strangely enough, he allowed the mate to go on as he had been doing, never interfering with him in any way.

when two-thirds of our cargo was in, captain jones went up to the city again. during his absence the stevedores quitted work and left us for the christmas holidays. by christmas eve there was not a steamer left in the bay, and an aching sense of discontent manifested itself all through the fleet. not to speak of any festive provision, there was an actual dearth of fresh stores of any kind, as no vessels had been down for several days. boats came and went from ship to ship on the same errand, seeking wherewithal to make a christmas dinner; but there was no hope, all were alike unprovided. gloom sat on every face as the prospect of a salt-junk dinner on christmas day grew more definite, and the language used about the matter was altogether improper and unseasonable. but, just as dusk was stealing in, a solitary schooner was sighted coming into the bay from the river under a press of canvas, which, in spite of the light breeze prevailing, drove her along at a good pace. it was quite dark by the time she reached us, and much to our surprise dropped her anchor close aboard of us. as soon as she swung to the wind the voice of captain jones hailed us from her deck, crying, "send a boat aboard!" he had no sooner spoken than a perfect chorus arose about him: the squealing of swine, the cackling of geese, and the shrill war-cry of turkeys. blessed discord! filling us with visions of feasting too delightful for speech. there was no delay in getting the boat afloat, all hands being full of eagerness to assist.

after receiving the skipper, the boat made a tour of the anchorage, captain jones standing up as each ship was passed, and shouting the good news at the top of his voice. then returning to the schooner, the boatmen laboured like trojans to transfer the stock to our deck. besides the poultry and pigs, there was a huge pile of fresh beef, vegetables, and enough drinkables to furnish a carouse for the combined crews of the whole fleet. the transhipment was barely completed when customers began to arrive. soon we were the centre of a flotilla of boats, whose crews lined our rails while the skippers examined the provisions. all the lamps in the ship were lighted and hung about, and, a rostrum being erected, captain jones began his auction. it was the strangest scene i ever witnessed on board ship. roars of laughter punctuated every remark of the auctioneer, and, assisted by swiftly circulating bottles of strong waters, the fun raged furiously until long past midnight. then, as the last of the visitors departed uproariously, our excited crowd quickly calmed down, and quiet reigned until a late hour on christmas morning. of the subsequent feast there is no need to speak. sufficient to say that it laid over all my experiences on board ship, for our skipper, having cleared a goodly sum by his "cuteness" and enterprise, could well afford to be generous; and he was.

four or five days elapsed before our stevedores returned, and the work of shipping cargo re-commenced. but once they got to work again no more time was lost. a week more saw every crevice, wherein it was possible to jam, by the most violent means, a bale of cotton, utilized, and even then the skipper growled because the time of year made it impossible for him to risk carrying a few bales on deck. at last the day came on which captain jones was to make his last journey to town to clear the ship for sea. before he went, he called all hands aft and offered to buy such clothing as they required for the homeward passage. being almost destitute of "dunnage," i ventured to put in my plea for a little, but was grievously disappointed. he would not buy me a rag, telling me that i was not a wage-earner but a passenger, and he couldn't afford to spend money out of his own pocket. two days after we weighed for home.

we had fairly good weather as we were swept through the tortuous florida straits by the rush of the gulf stream, which, whether you will or not, carries you to the north-east at the rate of a hundred miles in twenty-four hours. but we were hardly clear of the land before a fierce north-westerly gale came howling down upon us, and my sufferings commenced in real earnest. for although i was supposed to be cabin-boy, i had to be on deck almost as much as i was in the cabin. the mate seemed to take a curious sort of pleasure in hazing me about, as if he had some personal grudge against me, although i never could understand why. i was so bitterly cold-footed that i stole a pair of the captain's stockings—i had nothing but a pair of patent-leather shoes—for footwear. they (the stockings) were very old, and i soon wore out the feet, which i cut off at the ankles, sewed up the openings, and put them on again. this ingenuity led to disaster, for springing up on the after-house one day by the side of the captain, who was leaning against it, he saw his initials on my leg. investigation followed, in which i pleaded my sufferings from cold and his refusal to get me anything to wear in mobile. my excuse was, of course, unacceptable, and, although he did not beat me, i was forbidden the cabin precincts any more, and compelled to go barefoot for the remainder of the passage.

i was now in the mate's watch, and that worthy treated me with studied brutality. i scarcely ever came within reach of him but i got a kick—he seldom struck me with his hands.

as we got farther to the eastward the weather grew worse and worse. gale succeeded gale with hardly a lull between, but our vessel being in such fine trim, we were decidedly better off than as if she had been deep in the water. at last, however, we fell in with a regular hurricane. every stitch of canvas was taken in but a storm-staysail, made of the heaviest canvas woven, under which we lay-to until she gave a tremendous weather-lurch, and, rolling to leeward with a vicious jerk, the triangular patch of sail blew clean out of its bolt-ropes. from that time we lay under bare poles for eighteen hours, during much of which i sat on the poop beside the tiller, hauling back the slack of the wheel-ropes, more dead than alive from the wet and cold. never having seen such a storm at sea before, i was dreadfully frightened, until i saw how unconcernedly the sea-birds hovered about us. then i reasoned that if those tiny things were so secure, surely a big ship like ours must be much more so. unsound as my conclusion was, it comforted me, and i had no more fear. a few days of light fine weather succeeded this storm, during which everything was made ship-shape again aloft. the captain was a prime seaman, and, having completely left off his drinking, managed everything in first-rate style. but he never forgave me for my theft, nor did he ever check the mate for his ill-usage of me.

one lovely afternoon, to the surprise of all hands, the order was given to shorten sail. there was not a cloud in the sky, and a gentle south-westerly breeze was wafting us along about four knots an hour. but, as the work of furling the upper canvas proceeded, the rumour went round that the "glass," as seamen always term the barometer, was falling very fast. it may have been, but for twenty-four hours we lay under lower topsails and courses, not a trace of change in the serene weather prevailing. in the first watch of the next night there stole over the sky a gloomy shade, which deepened until the heavens were black. not black as night, or black as ink, but as if a pall of black velvet had been suspended over the sea, scarcely higher than the mastheads. the wind died completely away. the water was smooth as oil, and so still that not a creaking rope or rattling sheave disturbed the deathlike silence. when the look-out man struck four bells, the sound seemed to wound like a sword-cut, so sharp and unnatural was its clangour. this state of things lasted for about three hours. then, gradually, tiny threads of light ran waveringly in every direction, as if the solemn dome of darkness above was cracking, and revealing an immense glow above it. the brilliant crevices widened, grew longer and more vivid, until the whole firmament was aglow with flashes of intensest light, while all our spars were outlined in lambent flame. this display lasted for about an hour, then faded away; the gloom disappeared, and the deep blue sky, studded with innumerable stars and unflecked by a single cloud, extended from horizon to horizon. this beautiful weather lasted for another twenty-four hours, and then a gentle westerly breeze sprang up, which gradually freshened, until we were flying along homeward at tremendous speed, carrying every stitch of canvas the ship could stagger under.

meanwhile the mate's treatment of me got worse, until one night he dealt me a savage kick, which hurled me off the poop on to the main deck, where i lay insensible for some time. although no bones were broken, i had received such severe injury that i was unable to walk for two days. during my confinement i made a desperate resolution, and, as soon as i resumed work again, carried it into effect by boldly approaching my merciless tyrant, and telling him that i was a consul's passenger, as he very well knew. i promised him that if there was any law that could reach him, i would endeavour to have him punished for his cruelty. and now i said, "you can kill me if you like, i don't care." much to my surprise, he weakened at once, and for the remainder of the voyage i was freed from his cowardly attacks.

the brave westerly wind that was hurling us homeward acted as usual. that is to say, it strengthened until, slowly and reluctantly, sail was reduced to the two lower topsails and reefed foresail. the ship was so buoyant that the mountainous seas which surrounded her, and often rose upon either side to such a height as to make it appear as if we were racing through a deep green valley, never broke on board. but the skilful, courageous steering required could only be performed by a few selected members of the crew. several men had to be suddenly relieved of the task, for their nerve failed them at sight of the mighty green walls soaring above their heads, and they were within an ace of letting her broach-to. this terrible calamity, which has been the end of so many fine ships, occurs when the vessel swings broadside on to a great sea, which either smashes her up or rolls her over. in the most favourable cases much damage is bound to follow. we saw one sorrowful instance of it in a brig, which we flew by, helpless to aid. she was just sinking, the doomed crew clinging to the weather rigging as if to put off their inevitable fate for a few fleeting minutes. a huge sea rose between us, hiding her from view, and when we soared on the crest of the next one, she was gone like a foam flake.

thus we ran until the colour of the water told us we were nearing the land, and soon we saw through the flying spindrift the lonely outpost of the fastnet rock, with its sturdy lighthouse, which looked to me like a beckoning finger. then mist-wreaths and snow-squalls shut out everything from view, except a barque, which, apparently going to liverpool like ourselves, kept steadily on about a mile in front of us. so exactly did we keep in her wake that it looked as if we were following her lead. the weather got thicker, but the gale was unabated, and still we flew before it. suddenly we were all startled by the report of a gun, and out of the fog on the starboard bow loomed the figure of a lightship with three ball-crowned masts. our leader had disappeared. as we passed the lightship she fired another gun, and a lift in the fog showed the name on her side—coningbeg. still we kept on, all hands watching the skipper's troubled face. but a sudden roar of "breakers right ahead!" sent all hands flying to the braces. hard down went the helm, and round came the ship on her heel, the spray from the heavy following sea flying high over our topsail-yards, while the tender vessel heeled over until the lee rail was under water. not a moment too soon, for the furious roar of the baffled breakers sounded deafeningly, as their fleecy crests boiled and foamed under our lee only half a dozen cables-length away. slowly, slowly we clawed off that ugly reef. for more than an hour the issue was in gravest doubt; then hope began to revive as the good ship's weatherly qualities became manifest, and it was plain to all that we were drawing clear. the breeze now began to take off a bit, and more sail was made. without any further incident, we ran steadily up-channel to point lynas, where we got a pilot and a tug, which by daylight brought us safely to an anchorage in the mersey. we only anchored for an hour or two, waiting for high water, when we were coaxed into the brunswick dock, and made solidly fast on the side next the street. as soon as ever i could do so unobserved, i slipped down a fender lanyard and touched england with my feet, feeling a delightful thrill as i did so. why, i did not know, but the fact remains. a homeless, friendless waif, with no prospects before me, no one to welcome me, i rejoiced to be in england again, as if i, too, felt it good to be at home.