all hands had been ordered on board in the afternoon, the tide serving about five p.m., but from some unexplained cause we did not sail at the time appointed. this delay led to complications, for although the crew had, for a wonder, come on board fairly sober, they all rejoiced at the opportunity afforded them of a last carouse. by some mysterious means some money was obtained; all hands departed for the purlieus of shadwell, with the result that at ten o'clock the officers were scouring the slums hunting for them. it was a hopeless task, as the event proved, for by midnight only two had been found, and they were both helplessly drunk. they were dragged on board like bundles of rags, and hoisted into their bunks, where they remained in peace. that tide being lost, the officers had a few hours' rest, turning out again about four a.m. to renew the search. meanwhile the vessel was shifted into the shadwell basin, ready to start the moment her crew were on board. the morning broke cheerlessly enough with a light fall of snow, gradually increasing to a blinding mist of white, through which occasionally a little party came dragging some oblivious mariner, who had spent his respite in filling himself with whatever fire-water he could obtain. at last, weary of waiting, the skipper determined to go on, although he was still two men short. accordingly the warps were cast off, the tug backed in and took hold of us, and away we went down the river through the thick veil of snow that made the "mud pilot's" job both difficult and dangerous. there was another boy besides me, a burly fellow of sixteen, who very soon made it clear to me that i was not going to lead a pleasant time with him. he had come from the warspite, and knew nothing of the ways of merchant-ships, which gave me a little advantage over him in one way. but he was well provided with plenty of warm clothing, by the bounty of the marine society, while i was so thinly clad that the piercing cold benumbed all my faculties, and i crawled about like a snail, making a very bad impression upon the officers. our arrival at gravesend came as a blessed relief, for there was a good hot meal of fresh food ready as soon as the anchor was down. and as all the seamen were in a deep, drunken slumber, bill, my colleague, and myself had a mighty feed all to ourselves, after which we turned in, and slept unmolested till supper-time. the skipper had gone ashore to get a couple of men in place of the defaulters, and did not return till after dark. he brought two sober seamen with him, who looked as though they had been outward-bound for a very long time. their cheeks were quite hollow with hunger, and they had hardly more clothing than they stood in. yet they were both able men, proving indeed the best seamen on board. after they had eaten a good meal, they were set to keep anchor-watch turn about, until at midnight all hands were called to man the windlass.

i wish it was possible to give my readers an idea of the misery involved in this operation under such conditions. first of all, the officers were obliged to drag the sodden sleepers from their lairs; then to shake, if possible, some gleam of sense into them, some faint idea of what was required of them. after nearly an hour's struggle, the miserable men were at last mustered on the fo'lk'sle head at the windlass levers, where, exposed to the full fury of the bitter wind, they cowered more like sheep than men. their feelings, as the drink died out of them, and the cold searched their very vitals, must have been horrible. occasionally one of them would slip down gently from the fo'lk'sle and disappear, only to be hunted up again by the vigorous boatswain, who kept a watchful eye upon any would-be skulkers. more by dint of the bo'sun's energy, i believe, than any vitality in the limp crew, the anchor was at last lifted, the hawser passed to the hovering tug, and away we glided ghost-like down-stream. ben, the big boy, and myself were pretty well fagged out with hauling back the big links of cable, and stowing them in neat fakes abaft the windlass; but the bo'sun believed in keeping boys on the go, so we got no time to think about being tired. luckily for us the wind was dead on end, so that it was useless making sail. all hands were kept busily employed clearing up the decks, getting the running-gear into its proper places, and generally preparing the ship for independent travelling. by daylight the weather grew better, the wind veered to the eastward a little, and the fore-and-aft sails were set. so we drew slowly round to the north foreland, where the tug slipped our hawser; all sail was set, and we were fairly started on our voyage. as i got a little warmth into my stiffened limbs, i won back some of the good opinion i had forfeited by my clumsy, spiritless movements of the previous day. being sent aloft to loose some of the square sails, i was cheered by hearing the elderly mate remark quietly, "that's a smart little boy," and i must confess i was not displeased to note that ben only succeeded in drawing down maledictions on his head for his clumsiness and general inability to do what was required of him. there was a vengeful gleam in his eye, as he saw how inferior he was in smartness to myself, which boded no good to me, and from the first day out he never lost an opportunity of doing me an ill turn.

the captain was a fine, manly specimen of a seaman, with glowing red hair and beard, and a voice of thunder. fiery tempered, yet easily pacified, he was also one of the most energetic of men, and i never saw a skipper better liked by his crew. the mate was a middle-aged man, at least ten years the captain's senior, rather slow and sedate, but a thorough seaman and navigator. the bo'sun, who was acting second mate, was an old shipmate of the skipper's, and quite his equal in energy. he was one of that fast-decaying type of seamen, a blackwall rigger, to whom every detail of sailorizing was as familiar as eating his breakfast. besides this, he was a born leader of men, who would enforce his will regardless of consequences. no man durst give him "slack lip" on pain of being instantly knocked endways; a feat of which, by reason of his size and strength, he was fully capable. as a result we were a well-disciplined crowd, from whom no growling was heard whatever the work imposed. there were eight a.b.'s, out of whom only three were foreigners; but not one of them calls for any special description from me. they all had the bad old idea that boys were born slaves, who must do all the dirty work on deck, and when below be content with their leavings, wait upon them hand and foot, and take uncomplainingly all the ill-treatment it was their prerogative to bestow. being at the bottom of the scale, i had a wretched life. for i was no match for ben, who unfailingly passed on his share of blows to me, so that i was seldom without some visible marks of ill-usage. but the food was certainly above the average. the skipper had the provisioning of the ship, and, being a just man, he did not do as so many would have done under the same circumstances: starve the men to fatten his own pocket. what with the decent meals, and the masterfulness of the bo'sun, she was a contented ship, and more work was done in a day on board than i have ever seen before or since. as usual on this passage, fine weather prevailed, the wind being so steady that for days together we never touched a brace. this was taken advantage of by the skipper to practically refit the ship, all hands being kept at work all day long splicing, turning-in blocks, serving shrouds, fitting new running-gear, and doing rigger's work generally. at night they all slept, with the exception of the helmsman, the look-out man, the officer of the watch and a boy, who had to keep near the officer to carry his commands to the sleepers should the need arise. really i was kept so constantly at work that, for all i saw of the sea and its marvels, i might as well have been ashore. except at night, and then i was always half asleep through getting so little legitimate opportunity for rest.

twenty-eight days flew rapidly past without a single incident worth noting, the same blue sky overhead, and steady breeze astern, until one morning the beautiful shores of jamaica loomed up ahead. a few hours later we sailed in between the points of a sheltering coral reef to an anchorage in the pretty little harbour of falmouth, pompously announcing our arrival by the firing of a four-pounder gun as the anchor was dropped. while we were furling sails and clearing up the decks, visitors were arriving from the four vessels in harbour as well as from the shore, so that by the time work was over our decks were thronged. the skipper seemed a prime favourite here, judging by the number of people who came to see him and congratulate him upon his new command—the largest vessel that had yet entered the little port. there were high times forrard as well as aft, for canoe-loads of good things were brought, and all hands invested recklessly on credit, forgetting that as yet they had no money owing to them by the ship. not only eatables but sundry bottles of new rum made their appearance, which potent fluid soon made things exceedingly lively in the fo'lk'sle. matters culminated, of course, in a free fight, which so alarmed me that i crept into a corner under the heel of the bowsprit, out of the way of the revellers. there i went to sleep so soundly that it was morning when i again emerged at the hoarse cry of the boatswain calling us to "turn to."

the darkies here were even merrier than my old friends of demerara. such a jovial, musical lot i never saw. living from hand to mouth on the coarsest food, and with the oddest assortment of rags for clothing possible to be imagined, they really seemed to be perfectly happy. the feeblest joke was sufficient to send them into convulsions of laughter, and the gift of an old shirt or pair of pants would keep them on the broad grin for a couple of days. my life was so consistently miserable from harsh treatment, that i continually envied them their careless existence, wondering all the time how they managed to be so jolly under what i often saw to be painful circumstances. to crown my misfortunes i fell ill. after suffering for two or three days, i was sent ashore to hospital. then i was thankful for what i had thought the climax of my misery. for in the hospital i was allowed to do pretty well as i liked. there was no discipline, no rule of any kind. the doctor, as we called him (i think he must have been the dispenser), was a mulatto, or quadroon, with a comical notion of his vast importance, but a kindly young fellow enough. sometimes i had medicine; but only by accident, i believe. at any rate, i soon got better, and rambled about the great building or played on the beach outside with the darky boys of about my own age, forgetting that such a place as the bonanza's fo'lk'sle existed. at last i began to hope that the captain had forgotten my existence, having some dim idea, i suppose, that i might be allowed to spend an indefinite time in this pleasant way. but i was to be rudely undeceived. one day, when i was presiding with much importance over a game at cricket (much i knew about it), with twenty or thirty youngsters of almost as many shades of colour around me, i suddenly heard my captain calling me, with an angry note in his voice that boded me no good. he had come up from the town to inquire about me, and had caught me unaware. "you lazy young sodjer!" he cried, "this is how sick you are, is it? i'll give you a lesson for this! get down to the boat!" the thought of returning to the ship was so terrible to me that i actually dared to ask him to let me go—to discharge me. in a voice that shook with fear and anxiety i told him how i had been treated, and implored him not to take me back with him. i believe he was half-melted, but his anger at what he thought was my skulking got the better of him. "serve you very well right," he said. "i'll give you a rope's-ending myself when i've got time. now be off with you, straight down to the boat." with that he strode on to the hospital, while i, feeling as if i was going to the scaffold, trudged through the sand down to the landing-place. in about an hour he returned, but said no word more to me as the boat danced over the wavelets back to that hateful prison. it was "knock-off" time, and i busied myself in sweeping up decks with all the alacrity i could muster, until i was free to fetch my many masters their tea from the galley. they hailed me with many sarcastic queries after my health, and the noble time they supposed i had enjoyed ashore at their expense, commiserating ben exceedingly for having been obliged to do my work, as they said, while i had been loafing ashore. happily i got over the evening without anything worse than hard words being thrown at me. some grievance or another had excited the anger of a big irishman, and he soon monopolized all attention by a recital of his wrongs. it appeared that the bo'sun had "got a down on him," in his opinion; but if the bo'sun thought that he, mike, was going to be played with, that was just where he was all adrift. he, mike, was a blank fenian, so he was, an' he'd just shwim in blood before he was put upon by any blank dock-walloper that ever mooched around blackwall, so he would. in the fervour of his harangue he omitted to notice how he had raised his voice; but he was presently reminded of it by the voice of the bo'sun at the fo'lk'sle door, calling, "mike, i want you a minute!" there was complete silence in a moment, which reigned until the bo'sun repeated his words, with the quiet addition, "you don't want me to fetch you out, i s'pose?" then mike protested feebly that it was his watch below, that he was having his supper, that various reasons, in fact, prevented him from emerging. like a tiger the bo'sun leapt into the crowded space. there was a medley of arms, heads, and legs, a hubbub of inarticulate noises, but out of it all the bo'sun and mike emerged on deck. how they got there, i don't believe any one knew. i heard the bo'sun imploring mike to stand up to him like a man, and mike piteously reminding him that he was by no means his match, that he was twenty years older (which was nearly true). "very well, then," said the boss, "not so much of your slack next time. if you're an old man, behave like one, an' don't open your mouth so wide, in case anybody jumps down your throat." there was peace after that. not even a word was said to me when i ventured to crawl into the raffle of rags which was my bunk.

at daylight next morning all hands were called to get under way. in the cabin the skipper had been entertaining a large party of friends, who had been keeping up an extensive carouse all night. uproariously they departed their several ways as we toiled at the windlass, while boats from all the other vessels in port came and fastened on to us to assist us out from between the reefs. such aid was absolutely necessary unless the miserably slow method of warping out by a kedge-anchor was resorted to. for in these west indian ports there is invariably, during the night, a gentle air from the land, which soon after daybreak dies away to a complete calm, lasting perhaps an hour, and succeeded by the invigorating "doctor," or sea-breeze. this latter soon gathers strength and blows more or less forcibly all day long. in consequence of this it becomes imperative to gain an offing before the "doctor" begins, in order that the vessel may be able to fetch off the land in the teeth of an increasing breeze.

having assisted us to get about two miles out, the boats cast off from us, and with many hearty farewells returned to port, taking with them our pilot. a stark calm succeeded as usual, during which all hands lounged about and whistled for a breeze, until some of the keener observers noticed that the strong undertow was sweeping us rapidly towards a long spit of sand that stretched seaward, about three miles to the northward of us. presently the mate's anxiety constrained him to approach the captain, who, with flushed face and abstracted air, was pacing the poop, and suggest that the anchors might be prepared for letting go. strange to say, the skipper received this hint with a bad grace, answering his officer so abruptly and angrily that his words were distinctly audible all over the ship. the mate, whose age and experience, apart from his other undeniably good qualities, entitled him to very different treatment, bowed and retired, evidently much hurt. a short period of silence followed, while the vessel, her sails hanging as if carved in stone, and her hull motionless, as if in dry dock, was being carried along over the now visible coral bottom at the rate of nearly four knots an hour. at last the bo'sun, unable to contain himself, strode up to the captain and said boldly, "cap'n——, if you don't anchor this ship'll be ashore in another ten minutes." "get off my poop, you impudent rascal! how dare you come an' speak to me like that! for two pins i'd put you in irons. d'ye think i don't know my duty? i never heard such cheek in my life!" and he stamped with fury. but the bo'sun simply said, "well, don't you say you wasn't warned, that's all," and, turning on his heel, left the angry, unreasonable man to himself. by this time all hands were fully possessed of the idea that only a miracle could save the ship, for the reef seemed to be actually touching the keel through the clear water which was carrying us so swiftly over it. and the idea of the vessel's loss filled me with unholy joy. no one could realize how terribly i dreaded the homeward passage, and, now that deliverance seemed so near, i could hardly restrain my feelings. slinking into the empty forecastle, i waited breathlessly for the crash i felt sure was imminent. it came, a long grinding sensation, like a boat grounding on a pebbly beach magnified a thousand times. almost delirious, i danced about the place, in the middle of which unpardonable exercise i was discovered by the bo'sun. outraged beyond speech, he dealt me one savage kick, which put all dancing out of my power for many a day, and for the present stretched me motionless on the deck. not, however, to lie there long, for hearing my name shouted outside, i dragged myself up, mustering all my energy, and hobbled off to obey the call before some worse thing should befall me.

i found all hands toiling like ants, getting out anchors and hawsers, and doing all that experience could suggest to free the vessel from the position of danger into which she had been brought so recklessly. but the calm was over, the sea-breeze had commenced, and was increasing so fast that already the hitherto placid sea was beginning to foam. breakers, too, born of the jagged reef so close to the surface, were rolling in steadily, although as yet they were of puny height and weight. being at so short a distance from the port we had left, our plight was plainly visible to those on shore. consequently, in a couple of hours, every boat of sufficient size in the place was alongside. scores of willing hands plied every means by which good might be done, but the steady increase in wind and sea, driving directly shoreward, mocked all efforts at heaving the ship off. there were no steam vessels either in falmouth or the adjacent ports, so that, when every purchase that could be got upon the anchors and cables laid out astern was brought to a standstill, that branch of the work was perforce abandoned.

then the cargo was attacked at all three hatches, everybody working as if their very lives depended upon their labours. the negroes especially seemed to regard the whole affair as a gigantic spree, for without abating one jot of their labours, they yelled, sang, danced about, and behaved generally like a pack of schoolboys just let loose without any supervision. as the day wore on the wind increased to a strong gale, and the rollers attained so formidable a height that at times they lifted the vessel bodily from her jagged bed of rock, letting her fall again with a crash that threatened to shake all her stout timbers apart. after each of these blows she seemed to slide seawards a little, but all her buoyancy was gone—the stern went down at an increasing angle, and the water rose in the hold so freely that it was evident there were some serious gaps in the hull. still the work went on. drogher after drogher left us filled with salvage, while others crowded as near as they dared to receive the bags, cases and bundles, that were constantly being hurled overside. by nightfall all our own crew were worn out, and transferred to one of the small craft which clung to our side receiving the salved cargo. each man secured what he could of his poor belongings, but i, being unable in the scramble and confusion to get hold of the few rags composing my stock of clothing, contented myself with carrying off an old wide-awake hat containing five blind kittens. the anxious mother kept me close company, much to the amusement of the toiling darkies.

all through the night the wind maintained a most unusual force, and hour by hour the work of salvage became increasingly difficult. every package had to be dived for into the blackness of the hold, which was quite full of water up to the hatch-coamings. great torches of tarred rope, lashed to conspicuous points, roared and flared in the gale. by their uncertain glare the black toilers darted hither and thither with astounding energy and a deafening incessant tumult of wild song. every one was mother-naked, and their ebony skins shone like those of a school of gambolling porpoises. at each tremendous lift and heave of the doomed vessel all hands would make a frantic rush to the side, leaping with blood-curdling yells into the waiting droghers. but the instant it was seen that she yet survived the shock, back they all came and attacked the cargo with renewed vigour. at last a bigger breaker than ever came along, rearing its hoary crest against the paling sky. reaching the vessel, it enwrapped her in masses of shining foam, lifting her at the same time with such power that for half a minute she seemed all afloat. as it receded, the ill-used hulk, as if loth to leave its embrace, slid along the reef with a rending crash, nor stopped until all that remained visible of her was the jibboom, pointing upward to the sky like a warning beacon. in the whirl of weltering foam left by her sudden exit, the droghers danced like mad things, all having been cut adrift as the yelling crowd sprang from the sinking ship. as nothing more could possibly be done for the present, the little fleet made sail, and stood in towards the town with their spoil. in every conceivable and inconceivable position the utterly wearied negroes lay about asleep, regardless of the flying spray or such minor inconveniences as being trampled upon by the crews. i found a snug corner out of everybody's way, and there, cuddling my cats, i, too, fell into sweet oblivion. when i awoke, the vessel was just taking the beach in front of the town. the sun was only just rising, but all the population of falmouth appeared to be there, and intensely solicitous for our welfare. we were immediately taken to the "hotel," only a few hundred yards away, and all manner of creature comforts pressed upon us with kindly persistence, as if we had been adrift for a month. suddenly i realized that i was quite a centre of attraction—the fact of my having rescued the kittens appearing to appeal to all the visitors in a way that i should hardly have believed possible. but, indeed, our reception generally was so kind that we were all in danger of being spoiled. within the memory of the oldest inhabitant no wreck of such importance had occurred near the port, and consequently, i suppose, we reaped the benefit of long-suppressed benevolence.

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