Title: Off to Sea: The Adventures of Jovial Jack Junker on his Road to Fame
Author: Kingston, William Henry Giles
Language: English
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Off to Sea

The Adventures of Jovial Jack Junker on his Road to Fame

by W.H.G. Kingston


Contents

 Chapter I. My Birth and Education.
 Chapter II. My First Start.
 Chapter III. Life on the Roarer.
 Chapter IV. First Experiences of Sailing.
 Chapter V. Across the Ocean.
 Chapter VI. We Reach the Flowery Land.
 Chapter VII. Our Cruise in the Junk.
 Chapter VIII. A Typhoon and a Shipwreck.
 Chapter IX. Captured by the Celestials.
 Chapter X. Liberty Again.
 Chapter XI. In the Pirate Stronghold.
 Chapter XII. I Get Promoted.



Chapter One.
My Birth and Education.


From my earliest days I have been known as Jovial Jack Junker. I got
the name, I believe, from always being in good humour, and seeing the
bright side of things. Whatever I ate did me good, and I never had had
an hour’s sickness in my life; while if things happened to go wrong one
day, I knew they would go right the next. People said I was of a happy
disposition; I suppose I was. I always felt inclined to be singing or
whistling, and when I did not, it was because I knew I ought to keep
silence—in church, for instance, or in the presence of my elders, who
happened to be engaged in conversation. Still, I was not born, as the
saying is, with a silver spoon in my mouth, nor did I possess any great
worldly advantages. I did not trouble myself much about the future, I
must confess that. If I got what I wanted, I was contented; if not, I
expected to get it the next day or the day after. I could wait; I
always found something to amuse me in the meantime. My father was a
marine—a man well known to fame, though not the celebrated “Cheeks.” He
was known as Sergeant Junker. He had several small sons and
daughters—young Junkers—and when I was about twelve years of age, he
was left an inconsolable widower by the untimely death of our
inestimable mother. She was an excellent woman, and had brought us up,
to the best of her ability, in a way to make us good and useful members
of society. She was indeed a greater loss to us than to our poor
father; for, as my elder brother Simon observed, as he rubbed his eyes,
moist with tears, with the back of his hand—

“You see, Jack, father can go and get another wife, as many do; but we
can’t get another mother like her that is gone, that we can’t, nohow.”

No more thorough testimony could have been given to the virtues of our
mother. She was a superior woman in many respects, and she was of a
very respectable family, and had a nice little fortune of her own; but
she had the common weakness of her sex, and fell in love with the
handsome face of our honest, worthy father, Ben Junker the marine, at
the time a private in that noble corps. She did not like his name, but
she loved him, and overcame her prejudice. He could, at the period I
speak of, scarcely read or write; but she set to work to educate him,
and so far succeeded, that, being a very steady man, he rose in due
course to be a sergeant. She had the ambition of hoping to see him
obtain a commission; but he used to declare that, if he did, nothing
would make him more unhappy, as he should feel exactly like a fish out
of water. He was thus, at the time of which I am speaking, still a
sergeant. Our mother, in consequence of the income she enjoyed, was
able to give her children a much better education than we should
otherwise probably have obtained. At the time of her death, it would
have been difficult to find in our rank of life a more happy,
contented, and better-conducted family. Our father, as I have said, was
at first inconsolable; but he was of a happy, contented disposition, as
it is very necessary that marines, as well as other people, should be—a
disposition which I fortunately inherited from him. He took the rough
with the smooth in life, as a matter of course. A favourite song of
his, which he used to hum, was—

“What’s the use of sighing,
While time is on the wing?
Oh! what’s the use of crying?
Then merrily, merrily sing
Fa! la!”


Consequently, as Simon said he knew he would, he began in a short time
to look out for another wife; and, unhappily for us, fixed on a widow
with a family. She was, however, a very amiable woman; in fact, her
great fault was, that she was too amiable, too soft and yielding. She
could not manage to rule her own family, and a most uproarious,
mutinous set they were. From the time they came to the house there was
no peace or quiet for anyone else. They, indeed, soon took to try and
rule over us with a high hand. Her girls used to come it over our
girls, and her boys over our boys. Brother Simon, who was bigger and
stronger than her eldest, more than once threatened that he would
thrash them all round, if they had any more nonsense, and that
invariably made our poor stepmother burst into tears, and plead so hard
for her rebellious offspring, that the good, honest fellow had not the
heart to put his threat into execution. At last some of us could stand
it no longer. As Simon was old enough, he went one day, without saying
anything to anybody, and enlisted in the marines. Bill, our second
brother, got our father to apprentice him to a ship-carpenter; and,
after no little trouble and coaxing, he promised to let me go on board
a man-of-war. He did so, however, very unwillingly.

“You don’t know the sort of life that you will have to lead aboard
ship, Jack,” he observed. “Boys afloat are not the happy-go-lucky sort
of chaps they seem on shore, let me tell you; but, to be sure, they
have got discipline there, which is more than I can say there is to be
found in a certain place that you know of.” And my father uttered a
deep sigh.

We were walking, one evening after tea, up and down our bit of a
garden, while he smoked his pipe. He was allowed to live out of
barracks, and we had a small cottage a little way off.

“I don’t know, Jack, but what I should not be sorry, if my company was
ordered on service afloat,” he observed, confidentially, after a
minute’s silence. “Your new mother is a good woman—a very good woman;
about her I made no mistake, though she is not equal, by a long chalk,
to her that’s gone; but oh! Jack,” and he sighed again, “I did not take
into account those young cubs of hers. They will not rest till they
have driven your sisters out of the house, as they have driven the
boys; and then—and then—why, I suppose, they will drive me away too!”

My poor father! I sighed at the thoughts of his domestic happiness
being so completely destroyed, in consequence of the advice of King
Solomon not having been followed—the rod having been spared, and the
children spoiled.

The following day, my father being sent on duty to Portsea, took me
with him. Soon after we landed, I met, just on the inner end of the
Common Hard, an old friend of mine, Dick Lee, a waterman.

“Father,” I said, “if Dick will let me, I’ll stop, and have a pull in
his wherry. As I am going to sea, I should like to learn to row better
than I now do.”

My father, glad to keep me out of harm’s way, told me that, if Dick
wished it, I might remain with him. Well pleased, I ran down the Hard,
and jumped into old Dick’s wherry. Dick intended that I should sit in
his boat, and just practise with the oars, but I had no notion of that
sort; so, casting off the painter, I shoved away from the shore. I kept
pulling up and down for some time, and round and round, till my arms
ached; when, determining to take a longer voyage, I turned the boat’s
head out into the harbour. The tide was running out: I went on very
swimmingly, I did not think of that. I had not, however, got very far,
when I heard old Dick’s voice shouting to me—

“Come back, Jack, come back, you young jackanapes!”

Dick was in a rage, no doubt about that. I pulled round, and in spite
of all my efforts could make no headway. Dick shouted, and swore, but
to no purpose. I might have cracked my sinews with pulling, but still
the boat would keep drifting down and down, running a great risk of
getting athwart-hawse of some of the vessels moored a dozen yards below
me. At last, Dick did what he might as well have done at first—stepped
into another boat with his mate, and came after me. He soon brought me
back as a prize. His temper was in no way soothed, though I cried out,
again and again, I could not help it.

“Jump ashore now, lad,” he said, as we touched the Hard. “Next time
you’ll do what I tell you you may do. I never said you might go and run
the chance of getting the boat stove in, and yourself drownded. I keeps
my family in order, whatever other people may do.”

Obeying old Dick, I stood disconsolately on the Hard, while he took his
fare on board, and pulled away across to Gosport, without deigning to
waste another word on me. However, I soon recovered my spirits, and
amused myself making an excursion over the huge logs of timber that
occupy a considerable space in that nook of the harbour.

I was running along on the more steady pieces of timber which formed
the boundary of the pond, when I saw a boy in a boat, placed very much
in the position from which I had just escaped. In vain he attempted to
stem the tide. He was evidently not accustomed to a boat. He looked
round, and saw that the boat was drifting towards the cable of a vessel
moored off the Hard. I shouted out to him to pull hard with his
starboard oar; but, instead of so doing, he jumped up, and caught hold
of the cable, across which the boat had just then come, letting go at
the same time one of his oars, which fell overboard. He now clung to
the chain, and the current swept the boat away from under his feet.

“Hold on! hold on, for your life!” I shouted out; but, instead of so
doing, he let go, expecting to regain his boat. He tried to swim, but
he was evidently a bad swimmer. I looked round. No boat was near. I saw
there was every chance of his being drowned. I was a capital swimmer;
so, hoping to save the lad, I plunged in, and followed him. Just as I
was taking the leap, I caught sight of old Dick, coming across the
harbour. I shouted at the very top of my voice, pointing to the place
where the boy was floating away. This gave me some hopes that we should
be picked up. I soon saw that I had miscalculated the distance, for the
boy seemed a very, very long way off. I had very little hopes of
helping him, and thought it very likely I should get drowned myself,
when I saw a hawser, somewhat slack, stretched across the course down
which the boy was drifting. “If he has got any sense, he will catch
hold of it,” I thought. How thankful I felt when I saw him grasp it! As
I got near, he cried out—

“Help! help! I can hold on no longer!”

“Hold on, whatever you do?” I cried out. “Oh dear! oh dear!” he shouted
again, “what will become of the boat? what will become of the boat?”

He was evidently getting somewhat stupid and confused. I redoubled my
efforts, and grasping the hawser with one hand, caught hold of his
jacket with the other, just as he was relaxing his grasp.

“Now, stupid!” I cried out, “just catch hold of this rope again, and
hold on! You don’t want to get drowned, do you?”

“No, I don’t; but you had no business to call me stupid,” he exclaimed,
in an indignant tone.

“If you go and get drowned when there’s no need of it, you are stupid,”
I answered; “but if you will hold on tight, till Dick comes and takes
us off, I will say something for you.”

My arguments had some effect, for hold on tight he did, I helping him
by the collar of his jacket. I had enough to do, however, to keep him
and myself afloat, as well as to hold on at the same time. It seemed to
me that old Dick was a long time coming. At last I shouted out.

“Ay, ay!” answered his well-known voice, and at last I saw the bow of
his boat coming round from under the stern of a vessel above us.

No one was on the decks of any of the vessels round us, which was the
reason, I suppose, that we were allowed to hang on there so long by
ourselves.

“Well, what mischief have you been after?” asked old Dick, as he hauled
the other boy and me afterwards out of the water. “Well, you do look
like two drownded rats?”

“He has been after no mischief at all!” exclaimed the other boy, who,
in spite of his recent alarm, had not lost his spirits.

“He jumped into the water to save my life, and he has saved it; and I
am sure my papa and mamma will not think it was any mischief, but will
be ready to thank him very heartily, as I do.”

“And who are you, young gentleman?” asked old Dick. “What business had
you to be tumbling into the water?”

He had begun to pull up the harbour, I should say, placing us in the
stern sheets while he was asking these questions.

“Who am I? you want to know who I am?” said the young gentleman, who
was employed in squeezing the wet out of his clothes; “I am Richard
Alfred Chesterton Plumb,” answered the boy, standing up and assuming an
air of dignity; “and I did not tumble into the water, but my boat got
away from me, and I tried to get after it; and that reminds me that she
is floating down the harbour; and so, old gentleman, I will just
trouble you to go in chace of her and try to bring her back.”

“Ho! ho! ho!” exclaimed old Dick; “some young bantams do crow loud.
Howsomdever, there is spirit in the lad, no doubt about that!”

“Well, old man,” again asked the young gentleman, “are you going after
my boat?”

Old Dick did not deign an answer; but, looking away down the harbour,
espied the boat, and, pulling round, made chase after her. We were soon
up to her, and Master Richard, as he called himself, wanted to be put
aboard again.

“I can row about till I am dry,” he observed. “What’s the odds?”

However, as there was only one oar remaining, this was an
impossibility.

“You will only go and get yourself drownded again,” said the old man,
“and catch your death of cold sitting in your wet things into the
bargain. So you just come up to my missus, and she will give you a hot
cup of tea and dry your duds, and then Jack here and I will see you
safe home to your friends.”

I have a notion that old Dick was afraid the young master might forget
all about the service which had been rendered him, and having an eye to
the main chance, he was resolved that I should receive a reward—he
himself hoping probably to obtain some remuneration also for his
trouble. On our way back young Master Richard, who was in no way
disconcerted, espied the missing oar, which had been caught in an eddy,
and drifted in towards the shore. We got hold of it, and he now seemed
perfectly happy. We both looked very foolish, I thought, as dripping
wet we followed old Dick up to his house. The old woman had our clothes
very soon off us, and tumbled us both into their bed. The young
gentleman whispered to me that it was not very nice, but I was in no
way particular.

“It will not do to be ungrateful. I would bear anything, rather than
show I did not like it,” he added, still whispering.

He at last got rather impatient, and singing out, asked Dick if he
would go and buy him a new suit at Selby’s, the tailor’s in High
Street.

The old man laughed.

“I’ve got no credit there, young gentleman,” he answered. “Maybe, too,
your friends would not be quite pleased. Your clothes will be dry
enough in time; and, there now, the water’s boiling, and you shall have
a bowl of tea hot enough to take the skin off your mouths.”

The steaming liquid was soon brought to us, and after drinking it,
Master Richard said he felt as warm and comfortable as he had ever done
in his life. He was only anxious to be off. At length, however, the
warmth and closeness of the room sent us both off into a sound sleep.
We were awoke by old Dick’s voice.

“Well, lads,” he said, “are you ready to put on your clothes, and come
along to young master’s friends? I have seen your father, Jack. He
knows all about them, and says it is all right. He tells me, Jack,” he
whispered, “they’re no end of grand people, so I hope you have stepped
into the right boat this time.”

I could not exactly understand the meaning of my old friend’s remarks,
but I saw that he was well pleased. Old Mrs Lee pressed some more tea
and bread and butter on us, and had a sausage frying in the pan. I was
not sorry to get it; but, after taking a few mouthfuls, the young
gentleman said he was very grateful, but that he had had enough, and
that he expected to find dinner when he got home.

“I could not have eaten another mouthful, even if the old woman had
threatened to throw me into the frying-pan,” he observed, as we left
the house, “but I did not like to hurt her feelings.”

I had eaten up the remainder of the sausage, so I benefited by Master
Richard’s delicacy of stomach.



Chapter Two.
My First Start.


We crossed the water to Gosport, and took our way along the road which
led past the small row in which we lived. I inquired on my way of old
Dick, if he knew who the young gentleman’s father was.

“They say he’s a nabob,” answered old Dick, “but what a nabob is, I’m
sure I don’t know, except that he’s a yellow-faced gentleman, with lots
of money, and always complaining of his liver.”

Having received this lucid explanation to my question, I rejoined my
young companion. I thought I might learn more about the matter from
him.

“They say your father is a nabob; is he?” I asked.

“A nabob? No,” he answered. “He is a great deal more important
person—he is a brigadier; at least he was in India, and mamma always
speaks of him as the Brigadier, and people always talk of her as Mrs
Brigadier.”

“Then I suppose you are the young Brigadier?” I said, very naturally.

“No, indeed, I am not,” he answered. “But there is the house. And, I
say, I am very much obliged to you, remember, for what you have done
for me. I see you are up to joking; but let me advise you not to come
any of your jokes over my father, or mamma either. Indeed, you had
better rather try it with him than with her. You would think twice
before you ever made the attempt again.”

Passing through an iron gateway, we proceeded up to the house, which
was some little way from the road. It was low, with a broad verandah
round it, and I found was known as Chuttawunga Bungalow. I saw the name
on the side-post of the gateway. A tall, dark-skinned man, dressed in
white, a broad-rimmed cap on his head, came to the door. He seemed
rather doubtful as to admitting old Dick and me.

“Here, Chetta, let us in at once!” exclaimed the young gentleman in an
authoritative tone. “These are my friends. They have rendered me an
essential service. The boy saved my life when I was drowning, and the
old man pulled us both out of the water, when we could not hold on much
longer. Where is my papa? And, I say, Chetta, do not go and tell Mrs
Brigadier just yet. I would rather have the matter over with one of
them first.”

I felt rather awe-struck at having to go into the presence of so great
a man, for I had pictured him as a tall, ferocious-looking personage,
with a huge moustache and a military air and manner. Great was my
astonishment when I saw, seated in an arm-chair, cross-legged, with one
foot resting on a foot-stool, a small man with yellow hair, thin
cheeks, and habited in a silk dressing-gown and nankeen trousers.

“Why, Richard Alfred Chesterton!” he exclaimed in a sharp, querulous
tone, “where have you been all this time? It is as well your mother had
to go out, or she would have been thrown into a state of great alarm;
and something else, I suspect, too,” he said, in a lower tone.

“Well, papa,” answered Richard, when the brigadier had ceased speaking,
“you would not address me harshly, if you knew how very nearly you were
having the misery of losing me altogether. It is a long story, so I
will not now enter into details. It will be sufficient for you to know
that I was in a boat, and that out of that boat I fell into the
dangerous current of the harbour; and had it not been for the bravery
and gallantry of this young lad whom I have brought with me, I should
have been at this moment food for the fish in the Solent sea, or a fit
subject for a coroner’s inquest, had my body been discovered.”

The brigadier opened his grey eyes wider and wider, as the boy
continued speaking.

“And, papa, we must not forget this old boatman, too, who pulled the
boy and me—what’s your name? Ay; Jack Junker—out of the water.” Thus
Master Dicky ran on.

“Well, my boy, I am thankful to see you safe, and I wish to express my
gratitude to the brave lad, Jack Junker, who saved your life, and to
the old man who pulled you out of the water. My friends, I must consult
Mrs Brigadier Plumb, how I can best show you my gratitude. I always do
consult her on all important matters. Till then I hope you will remain
in this house. I am too great an invalid to talk much to you, but my
son will do his best to make amends for my deficiencies.”

On this Master Richard went up and whispered something in his father’s
ear.

“Will one or two do?” I heard the brigadier ask.

“No, no, father, do it handsomely. To be sure, he ran no risk, but it
was the way he did it; and I rather think he looks for some
remuneration.”

On this the brigadier shuffled off his chair, and opening his
writing-desk, took out a bank note.

“Here, my friend,” he said to old Dick, “I should like to pay you for
the loss of time, and the expense you have been put to, for this
youngster, so accept these few pounds. I hope to show my sense of what
you have done, more heartily by-and-by.”

I saw old Dick’s eyes sparkle. He had probably expected a sovereign at
the outside.

“Jack,” he whispered to me, as we left the room, “you are in luck; for,
if he pays me five pounds for just picking that young shrimp out of the
water, he will certainly do a good deal more for you who saved his
life.”

Master Richard soon overtook us, and then insisted on showing us over
the house—into the drawing-room, and dining-room, and
breakfast-parlour, and into several of the bedrooms, then down into the
servants’ hall. I had never been in such a fine house in my life
before. And then he took us out into the garden, and walked us all
round, showing us the fruit-trees in blossom, and the beautiful
flowers.

“My mamma will be home soon,” he observed, “and my two sisters. I want
her to see the brigadier first, because, you see, although it was a
very fine thing in you to pick me out of the water, I had no business
to tumble into it, or, indeed, to be in a boat at all. The brigadier
did not see that, but she will. She keeps us all precious strict, I can
tell you. I have several brothers—the eldest is in the army, and two
are away at school. I have not quite settled what I am going to be. I
should not object to go into the navy, but then I should like to be
made an admiral or a post-captain at once. I have no particular taste
for the army, and as for the law, or several other things, I would as
soon dig potatoes, or go shrimping; and thus, you see, the navy is the
only profession likely to suit me, or I am likely to suit.”

Old Dick cocked his eye, as he heard young master’s remarks.

“I rather think he must be changed a bit before he is suited to the
navy, however much he may think the navy will suit him; and there I
have an idea he will be pretty considerably mistaken,” he whispered to
me.

The young gentleman had evidently caught the habit of a pompous style
of speaking from Mrs Brigadier, as I afterwards discovered. It sounded
somewhat ridiculous, especially from the mouth of so small a chap. I
had reason to suspect that he now and then, too, made curious mistakes;
though of course, not very well able to detect them myself.

At last an open carriage drove up to the door, with a curly-wigged
coachman on the box, and two dark-skinned servants standing behind,
dressed like the one who had opened the door. Inside was a very tall
lady, sitting bolt upright, with two considerably smaller young ladies
opposite to her. Young master told old Dick and me not to make any
noise, lest she should see us, as we were watching their arrival
through the shrubbery. She got out with a dignified air, resting on one
of the black servants, and strode into the house. The two young ladies
followed demurely in her wake. She was exactly what I should have
expected the brigadier to be, only she wore petticoats, and a bonnet
instead of a cocked hat. In a short time the servant appeared, and
summoned young master into the house. He quickly appeared, and beckoned
us from a window to come in. I did not see the meeting of the mother
and son, but I know when I entered she stretched out her arms, and gave
me a kiss on the brow.

“You have rendered me an essential service, young lad,” she exclaimed,
in a voice well calculated to hail the maintop in a gale at sea, or to
shout “Advance!” at the head of a regiment in action. “I wish to show
my gratitude, but how can I do so?”

“And you—” and she looked towards old Dick, who drew back; and I really
heard him say—

“Oh, don’t!”

He thought she was going to salute him as she had me.

“You took them into your boat; you preserved them from catching cold: I
am grateful—very grateful!” and I saw her fumble in the deep recesses
of a side-pocket.

“My dear,” whispered the brigadier, “I have already bestowed a
pecuniary recompense.”

“You have!” she said turning round sharply, “without consulting me?”

This was said in an intended low voice, but I heard it.

“Well,” she said, “money cannot repay you for the service you have
performed. But you have found your way to this house. Come again
to-morrow, and by that time I will have considered how I can best show
my gratitude.”

“Thank you, marm!” answered old Dick, evidently very glad to get away.
“Shall I take Jack with me? he lives over on this side, and I can drop
him at his home as I go back to Gosport.”

“If you so think fit, my friend,” answered Mrs Brigadier; “and if the
boy—by-the-by, what is your name?” she asked.

“Jack Junker,” I replied; and I told her that my father was a sergeant.

“Jack Junker? Yes, if you wish to go, Jack,” she answered. “I also then
shall have time to consider how I can best express my gratitude.
Farewell?”

She put out her hand, and shook old Dick’s; but I thought, as she spoke
to me, her manner was considerably colder than it had been at first.
Old Dick and I left the room, and the door was closed behind us.

“I doubt her,” whispered old Dick to me. “I am glad the old gentleman,
however, gave me the five pounds. It was handsome in him. But Jack, my
boy, I suspect you will have to rest satisfied with having saved the
life of a fellow-creature; though, as you were the means of my gaining
this, I think I must hand over half to you, as your share.”

To this, of course, I would not consent; and somewhat disappointed,
perhaps, I accompanied my old friend through the hall, having the
honour of being salaamed to most profoundly by the dark-skinned
domestics. We walked slowly, and had not got very far, when I heard
footsteps coming behind us. Turning round, I saw Master Richard running
with all his might.

“Here, Jack?” he said, “the Brigadier gave me this, and told me to hand
it over to you. My mother was out of the room at the time, so do not
say anything about it to her. She will show you her gratitude in some
other way. I do not mean to say it is as much as I should like to have
offered you; but here, be quick I put it into your pocket, or we may be
seen from the house.”

“Don’t be a fool, Jack!” said old Dick, seeing I hesitated. “It’s
justly yours, boy, and let them settle the matter as they think best.”

“Good-bye, Jack!” said young master, shaking me by the hand.
“Good-bye!” he added, taking old Dick’s rough paw. “We are a curious
set; but I say, do not refuse anything you can get. If you want any
interest exerted, then boldly ask my mother. She will do that in a way
which overcomes all difficulties. If she wanted to make me Archbishop
of Canterbury, she would work away till she had done it, if she
happened to live long enough.”

Old Dick dropped me at my home. There was a tremendous noise going on,
created by my stepmother’s children. She was crying out and imploring
them to be quiet, and they were squabbling and crying and abusing each
other. The big ones had appropriated the little ones’ toys, or other
property, and all the poor woman could do they would not restore the
articles, while the young ones were crying to get them back, every now
and then making a rush at their bigger brothers and sisters, and
getting a box on the ear in return. My appearance rather increased than
quelled the commotion. Tommy, the biggest, asked me in a threatening
way where I had been, and of course I was not going to answer him; so
he doubled his fist, and, had I not stood on my guard, he would
certainly have hit me, but he thought better of it. Just at that moment
my father returned off duty, full of my performances, of which old Dick
had told him all particulars. He was very indignant with Tom.

“Is this the way, you young ruffian, you treat a brave lad who has been
saving the life of a fellow-creature, and that fellow-creature the son
of a brigadier? Do you know what a brigadier is, you young jackanapes,
eh?” he exclaimed, giving way for once to anger, of which he was very
seldom guilty. His remarks silenced all the party, who, of course, were
then eager enough to learn what I had done and what had happened. My
poor stepmother embraced me warmly, and tears fell from her eyes as she
glanced round on her own disorderly offspring. For the rest of the
evening they behaved better.

My father was well pleased on hearing of the brigadier’s gift, for the
purse contained ten sovereigns.

“It’s very liberal,” he said; “for though I suppose he thinks his son’s
life worth more than that, yet, from what you tell me, no doubt it is
as much as he dared to give; yet I can tell you, from what I have
heard, that that shrivelled-up yellow-faced old fellow was as plucky an
officer as ever saw service.”

My father would not let me go back to the Bungalow.

“You have done your duty, Jack, and you have received a present, which
you must lay by for a rainy day; and if the brigadier’s lady wants to
show her maternal gratitude, it’s her business to find you out.”

I thought probably that young master would take care to see something
more of me. I liked his manner; for although there was a good deal of
seeming bombast and pretension about him, I had an idea he was sterling
at bottom—a plucky little chap, just as his father had been. This
circumstance had in no way put aside my wish to go to sea. I kept
talking about it whenever I had an opportunity.

“I see how it is,” sighed my father; “you are right, Jack. The way Tom
stood up to you just now showed me that your old home is not as
pleasant as it should be.”

“Then you will let me go, will you not, father?” I said.

The fact was, it was a very different thing for him to talk about
letting me go, and to ship me off. He hummed and hesitated, and said he
thought I had better wait till I was a year older, or till he himself
was sent to sea.

“Oh, but that may not be for a long time, father; and what should I do
with myself till then?” I exclaimed.

“I am not quite so sure that it will be a long time, Jack,” he
answered, with a sigh.

“Once upon a time my only wish was to remain on shore, but times are
changed. I don’t want to say a word against my present wife. She is a
good woman; an excellent woman; but somehow or other she does not
manage to keep the house as quiet as it might be; and those children of
hers are terribly unlicked cubs.”

I agreed with him there. “They want to be under the management of Mrs
Brigadier for a few months,” I observed; “I rather think that she would
not be long in bringing them into order.”

“You are right, Jack. But I have seen her, and with all her
perfections, I would not swop my present wife with her on any account.”
My father gave a shudder. “Well, Jack,” he said, “there’s an old friend
of mine—Sergeant Turbot—whose company has been appointed to the
_Roarer_, fitting out for the East India Station, alongside the Topaze
sheer hulk.”

“Well, father,” I said, “though I should like to go with you, yet I
fancy that ‘a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush;’ and, if you
will let me, I’ll go with Sergeant Turbot. He will look after me and
keep me out of mischief, and stand my friend, if I want one. I should
not like to lose the opportunity.”

“Well, well, I see how it is, home is too hot for you,” sighed my poor
father. “To-morrow morning, please Heaven! I will take you on board,
and see what Turbot has to say to the matter. If he’s agreeable, why
there won’t be much difficulty in getting you rated as one of the boys
aboard.”

My father was as good as his word, and at an early hour the next
morning we embarked in a wherry, and pulled alongside the _Roarer_.
When I got on board, and while standing with my father waiting for
Sergeant Turbot, who was on duty, it seemed to me as if every man and
boy in the ship had gone stark staring mad, rushing and rolling about,
tumbling over each other, shouting and bawling at the top of their
voices. Presently I heard a ferocious-looking hairy monster of a man
growl out, in a voice loud enough to wake a dozen midshipmen, however
fast asleep they might have been, “Up all steerage hammocks?” the
shrill sound of his whistle piercing through my head. I had been on
board men-of-war before when there was no duty going on, and all was
quiet and in order. If I had not had hold of my father’s hand, I think
I should have gone down the side again into the wherry. In reality,
however, it was only Ned Rawlings performing an ordinary piece of
morning duty—as gentle and tender-hearted a fellow as ever stepped, in
spite of his gruff voice and hairy face, and the “cat” he had sometimes
to wield. I have a notion, that every time he laid on that cat, he felt
it as acutely as the culprit on whom it was deservedly inflicted. I
still felt something like a fish in a tub, trying to escape the dangers
I supposed surrounded me, when Sergeant Turbot came along the main
deck. He laughed heartily, till his fat sides shook again, when he saw
my affrighted countenance, and my father told him I could not make out
the cause of all the uproar.

“Why, the men are pretty quiet,” he observed; “they’re pretty much like
this at all times, except when they’re sleeping, or at mess, or at
quarters.”

My father told him our object.

“That I will, Junker,” he observed at once. “I am sure you would look
after a boy of mine if I had one, and I will look after yours. I cannot
teach him much seamanship, but I’ll give a hint to those who can, and
I’ll look after him, and see that he gets into no mischief, as long as
I am in the ship. We are going out to a somewhat trying climate though,
and men of my figure are apt to suffer, I am told.”

He cast a momentary glance over himself. It was fortunate for Sergeant
Turbot that he was a marine, and still more that he had not to go
aloft. On board ship he could do his duty admirably, but on shore his
figure was decidedly against him. He was very stout. It was lucky for
me that he was so, for I could always find him when I wanted him. At
first, I thought that I could run away from him, if desirable; but in
that respect I was mistaken, for he could send after me, and have me
back pretty quickly. All being arranged, the sergeant undertook to
speak to the first-lieutenant; and he had me and my father up, and
asking him a few questions, told him to fill up different papers, which
he did forthwith, and I was regularly entered as a boy on board the
_Roarer_.



Chapter Three.
Life on the Roarer.


I went back with my father, and the remainder of the day was spent by
my stepmother in getting my outfit ready. It was an unusually good one,
in consequence of the brigadier’s gift.

“I don’t expect to hear much more about that,” observed my father.
“There is a good deal of talk about those sort of people; though, to be
sure, the old man and the young one have some feeling; still I don’t
see what good they could do you, Jack, even if they wished it. I should
not wish you put above your station; though, to be sure, your poor dear
mother was a lady herself, that she was, every inch of her, and too
good for me. However, Jack, there’s one thing I have got to counsel
you: do your duty, tell the truth, and never mind the sneers or
laughter of those who try to lead you astray. There is One in heaven
who will hear your prayers, and don’t you go and forget to tell Him
your wants, and ask Him to do what is best for you. And now, my boy,
you have my blessing; and I am sure, that good mother of yours—she
who’s gone I mean—will be looking down from wherever she is, and
watching over you, and praying for you, if so be she has the power; but
of that matter, I must own, I have no certain knowledge, only I do
think it’s the work she would like to be employed in, anyhow.”

The next morning I took an affectionate farewell of my brothers and
sisters, and very far from an affectionate one of the children of my
poor stepmother. She herself, however, wept bitterly, as I went out of
the house; my father, and a marine he had got from the barracks,
carrying my chest. It was not a very big one, as may be supposed. We
had got some distance from the house, when who should I see, scampering
after us, and well out of breath, than the young Master Richard.

“Oh, Jack!” he exclaimed, “where are you going? I wanted to come
yesterday, but could not, because my mother took me to see the
Port-Admiral, and all sorts of other naval authorities. I wanted, as I
told you, to go to sea, and she seems to think it’s a very good place
for me to go to. She says that as I have been so nearly drowned once, I
am not likely to be drowned again; that it’s much less expensive than
being in the dragoons, and, in fact, she made up her mind that to sea I
was to go. Somehow or other she and the naval big-wigs have settled it,
and I am to go on board the old _Roarer_, which is to sail, in a short
time, for the East Indies.”

“That’s the very ship I have joined,” I answered.

“Is it? How jolly! but are you to be a midshipman?”

“No,” I answered, “I am only rated as a boy on board.”

“Oh! I suppose there is no great difference. I do not know much about a
ship, or the ways of a ship. I am to have a fine new uniform, and a
dirk, and a chest full of no end of things. Well, we shall know more
about it by-and-by; but I was forgetting what I came for. I wanted you
to come up to the house. My father wants to talk to you, and my sisters
want to see you; to make much of you, I fancy, but that might be a
bore. But, I say, let those two soldiers take your chest aboard, and
present your compliments to the captain, and say you will come
by-and-by.”

My father and his companion, on hearing this, burst out laughing.

“I have a notion, young master,” said my father, “that that would not
do for Jack. Much obliged to you all the same; but you are likely to be
in one station, and he in another, so I am afraid the kindness you
intend him will not do him any good. I promised to take him on board
the _Roarer_ this morning, and I shall have to go on duty again very
soon; so once more I have to thank you, and wish you good morning!”

Master Plumb seemed rather astonished at this answer.

“Rather a proud chap that soldier,” he said to me. “I should have taken
him for an officer, if he had not been carrying the box. Who is it?”

“My father,” I answered.

“Oh, that’s it,” he observed. “Well, Jack, I wish you could come, but
if you cannot, I must take your excuses; though I am sure the captain
would not be angry, if you sent him a polite message.”

“My father knows better than I do,” I answered; “and I have not seen
the captain, so I must go. I am very sorry, for I should like to have
come with you.”

Master Richard wrung my hand very warmly, and most unwillingly went
back towards his home. How Sergeant Turbot did laugh when we got on
board, and my father told him what had happened. He advised me not to
give Master Richard’s message. My father, having left me under charge
of the sergeant, took his departure. He came on board, however, several
times in old Dick’s wherry.

“I don’t ask you to come home, my boy,” he said, “for I have not got
the heart to go through that parting business again. Besides, Jack, the
home is not as comfortable as it should be. Perhaps, however, when you
come back, four or five years hence, things will have mended. And you
will not forget your father, Jack, and I’m sure you won’t her that’s
gone.”

These remarks were made the last time I saw my worthy father before the
ship went out of harbour. I, in time, got accustomed to the ways of a
ship, or, rather, to the ways of the men. It was rather curious, at
first, to see a number of big fellows standing round a tub or basin,
all washing themselves in the same water; one toothbrush, if they were
particular enough to have such a thing, and one comb, serving for the
whole party. Only a few, however, of the cleanest men used the former
article. Still, things were somewhat trying to a young chap. When the
ship appeared to have got a little quiet, suddenly, as I was seated
near Sergeant Turbot, I heard a sharp whistle and a ferocious growl,
which made me jump off the bench. “All hands on deck?” or some such
cry, were the words which followed the whistle.

“Who is that growling out?” I asked of the sergeant.

“That is one of our licensed growlers,” was the answer. “It’s his
business to growl; he is paid for it. Seamen are fond enough of
growling generally, but they get nothing when they do, though they
growl till they are hoarse.”

Now, as I said, I had been aboard all sorts of ships in ordinary, or in
the dockyard, but never before on board one fitting-out. When,
therefore, I stepped on deck after the men, I was perfectly confounded;
and the scene of confusion around me—such piping, and swearing, and
bawling, and shouting, swaying up yards, getting in guns and stores,
and pulling and hauling in all directions. Still, I made the best of
it; and, having my eyes about me, kept out of harm’s way, and stood
ready to try and do anything I was told to do. This went on till the
men knocked off work again, and the hubbub was concentrated on the main
and lower decks, especially round the galley-fire, where the cooks were
busy serving out dinners to the different messes. “It smells fine, at
all events,” I thought to myself, and would have made me hungry, if I
had not been so already. Then a marine struck a bell four times double,
which made eight bells, and the officer of the watch roared out, “Pipe
to dinner!” Didn’t the whistle of the boatswain and his men sound
shrilly then! The dishes being arranged on the mess-tables, which were
placed in rows along the decks, all hands fell to with a will; and I,
among the number, ate my first dinner aboard ship. In about an hour
there was another pipe, and the word “Grog!” was bawled out. Each man
went to receive his quantum of rum and water. The sergeant said that
rum was a bad thing for little boys, and drank mine for me. I now think
that he was right. I had as yet seen nothing of Master Plumb, and I
began to think that he was not coming after all. This did not concern
me, I own, very much; for, as he would be at one end of the ship and I
at the other, we should not exchange words very often, and I knew
pretty well, from what I had already seen, that he would soon get into
the ways of his messmates, and look down upon me, and swear and abuse
me, as some of the other young gentlemen were apt to do.

At last all stores were on board, the sails were bent, and, casting off
from the old hulk, we hauled out into the stream. The _Roarer_
certainly looked to greater advantage than she had hitherto done. The
next day decks were cleared, the men put on clean shirts and trousers,
the officers appeared in full fig, and the long-expected captain came
up the side.

“Butter won’t melt in his mouth,” I heard one of the seamen near me
observe.

“You think so?” remarked Ned Rawlings. “Now do you just get near, and
have a look at his eye, and you will sing a different song. It’s not
always the rough-and-ready looking chaps, like you and I, Tom, as are
the best men for work!”

Our captain certainly did look more fit for a ball-room, or a naval
officer in love on the stage, than for the deck of a man-of-war. He was
the most polished article about his whole ship. His whiskers were
curled; his cheeks were pink; the gold lace on his coat shone with
undimmed lustre, not a particle of dust rested on the fine cloth of
which it was made, while it fitted with perfection to his well-formed
figure. Kid gloves covered his hands, and a fine cambric handkerchief
appeared from his breast-pocket. He bowed to the flag, and he bowed to
the officers, as he cast a scrutinising glance round the deck. Some of
the older officers pulled rather long faces when they saw him. In a
short time, he ordered all hands to come aft, and then, in a clear,
somewhat soft voice, made a long speech. The sum total of it was, that
he was determined to have a crack ship, and a crack crew, and that he
did not like to use the lash, but that he did not always do what he
liked; still, that he always would have done what he wanted done. The
men could not quite make him out, nor could I; but I came to the
conclusion, that he was not just the sort of man to whom I should like
to carry such a message as Master Plumb had requested me to give.

Next day we went out to Spithead. No signs of my friend. I told
Sergeant Turbot that I thought Master Richard Plumb would not come
after all.

“Perhaps not,” he answered; “Mrs Brigadier does not like to part from
him, or maybe they are washing and combing him, and making him fit to
come aboard, which I suppose occupied the time of a certain person who
should be nameless, and prevented him joining us till yesterday. Maybe,
young master has thought better of the matter, and would rather go for
a parson, or one of those chaps as goes to foreign courts to bamboozle
the people.”

I, at all events, made up my mind that I should see no more of Master
Richard. However, scarcely had I come to this conclusion, than a large
wherry came alongside, and a card was sent up for the captain.

“Certainly,” he answered.

The boatswain’s mate whistled; the side boys were called away, I being
one of them, and we hastened to our posts on the accommodation-ladder.
There, in a boat, sat Mrs Brigadier, with the Brigadier on one side and
Master Richard on the other, and the two young ladies I had before
seen. Mrs Brigadier, putting her hand on the shoulder of one of the men
who was holding on the bow stepped up the accommodation-ladder with a
dignified air, followed humbly by the Brigadier. Then came the young
ladies. Young master followed his sisters in a spick-and-span new
uniform, looking especially well pleased at himself. As he came up he
espied me. That there was no pride in him, he showed by an inclination
to shake hands with me. But against this there were two reasons: first,
I should have fallen from my perch, and then it would have been
decidedly against nautical etiquette.

“Why, Jack, shall I have to do this sort of work?” he asked, as he
passed me.

“I think not, sir,” I answered, for I had learned to say “sir” to a
uniform. “I am a side boy, you are a midshipman.”

“Oh, ay, that makes a difference,” he observed, following up his
sisters; and I do believe he gave the last a pinch in the ankles, as he
pretended to keep down her petticoats, for she kicked out behind,
missing his nose, though, narrowly. The whole party were soon on deck,
where the captain stood to receive them, bowing with formal politeness
to Mrs Brigadier and to the Brigadier, as well as to the young ladies.
He cast a very different sort of glance at young master, who came up,
no way disconcerted, by the side of his father.

“We were anxious to see the last of our boy,” said Mrs Brigadier, for
the Brigadier seldom spoke much in her presence. “We wished also
properly to introduce him to you and to his brother officers. He is not
our only son, but he is our youngest son, and as such we naturally
prize him greatly. These are our two girls—Leonora and Euphemia. They
are not likely to leave us, unless at any time they should be destined
to make the home of some worthy man happy; but boys, Captain Sharpe,
must go out into the world, and Richard Alfred Chesterton does not find
himself an exception to the general rule. He desired to enter your
noble profession, and I am sure, Captain Sharpe, that you will watch
over him with paternal care; I trust by-and-by because you appreciate
his merits, but at present, as he is unknown to you, for my sake—for
the sake of a fond, doting mother.”

“I always do look after my midshipmen, madam,” answered the captain; “I
wish them to learn their duty, and I make them do it. If your son
behaves himself, he will get on as well as the rest; but if not, he
will probably find himself spending a considerable portion of his time
up aloft there,” and the captain glanced at the mast-head.

I saw young master screw up his mouth at this. However, Mrs Brigadier
said nothing. She had unburdened her maternal bosom, and done her duty,
as she considered it.

The captain now invited the Brigadier and his family down to luncheon,
and Master Richard followed, his air of confidence somewhat abated. He
had taken the captain’s measure, and the captain had taken his, but
they were not likely to get on the worse for that. I saw many glances
of admiration cast at the young ladies by the lieutenants and
midshipmen, for really they were very pretty, nice girls, according to
my notion—not a bit like their mamma.

At last the party came out of the cabin again, and the side boys were
once more called away. The old Brigadier took a hearty affectionate
farewell of his boy, and his sisters kissed him—all very right and
proper—and then came Mrs Brigadier. I saw that poor Master Richard was
rather uncomfortable, when, quite regardless of where they were, she
took him up in her long arms, and kissed his cheeks, and his forehead,
and his lips, just as if he had been a baby, and a big tear did start
into her eye. “Well, she is human, at all events,” I thought, “in spite
of her appearance.”

Though some of the midshipmen might have laughed, the captain looked as
grave as a judge, and so did the other officers. Master Richard went
down the ladder, and saw his party off: then he again came up the side,
and walked about the deck by himself, evidently not knowing exactly
what to do. At last, the first-lieutenant, Mr Blunt, went up to him.

“Have you ever been to sea before, Mr Plumb?” he asked.

“No, indeed, I have not,” was the answer, “and I am rather doubtful—”

“Well, well,” broke in Mr Blunt, “remember, I speak to you as a friend.
You should say, ‘Sir!’ when you address a superior officer.”

“Certainly,” answered Master Dicky, “but I did not know you were my
superior officer.”

The lieutenant laughed.

“You will have a good deal to learn, I suspect, Mr Plumb. Remember, I
am the first-lieutenant of the ship, and you must obey with promptitude
any orders which I, or any of the other lieutenants give, or the
master, or the warrant-officers, or, indeed, any officers on duty, may
issue. You have a great many people above you on board this ship, Mr
Plumb.”

“So it seems, sir,” said Richard, “but if they all try to teach me my
duty, so much the better; I shall learn the faster.”

“You will,” said Mr Blunt, “only there is one thing you must never
pretend to be, and that is—stupid. The captain believes you to be one
of the sharpest lads who ever came to sea; and, let me tell you, he is
not the man to allow anybody to gainsay his opinion.”



Chapter Four.
First Experiences of Sailing.


We ran down Channel at a rattling rate, the wind off shore, the sea
smooth, the sun shining brightly. Young Master Richard soon got the
name from his messmates of Dicky Plumb—a name which, of course, stuck
to him. In spite of his airs of dignity, he soon showed that he was a
plucky little fellow; and he was at once for going aloft with the other
midshipmen and boys. The first time, he ran up the main rigging pretty
smartly, till he got to the futtock-shrouds; go higher he could not,
and go through the lubber’s hole he would not. He kept looking up, till
at length he determined to go round by the futtock-shrouds into the
top. He clambered along; I was aft, cleaning some brass-work, and could
not help looking up, and watching him. Round into the top he could not
get. More than once I thought he would lose his hold. The captain, who
came on deck, thought so too. He made as if he would go aloft himself,
when Ned Rawlings caught his eye.

“Go and look after the boy,” he said.

Ned sprang aloft, and in a twinkling had his arms round Dicky’s waist.

“Don’t struggle,” he said, “and I’ll have you down safe.”

In a few seconds, Dicky was all right on the deck. He was not
contented, however; aloft he would go again, immediately.

“I will try once more, sir,” he said, turning to the captain—for he had
learned to say “sir,” by this time, to everybody—and after three or
four attempts—Ned Rawlings taking care to be in the top
beforehand—round the shrouds he got, and safe into the top. He was not
going to stop there, though; and up the top-mast rigging he went, and
down again on the other side.

“If that boy does not break his neck, he will do well in the service,”
I heard the captain observe. “The little fellow has got pluck and
coolness.”

“They say in the berth, sir, that he is a most impudent little chap,”
observed Mr Blunt.

“Very likely,” remarked the captain; “it takes some time to rub that
sort of material out of a boy.”

Dicky often came forward to have a talk with me, and though he could be
uppish enough with his equals and superiors, he was as kind and gentle
to me as any one could be.

“I am very glad I came to sea, Jack,” he observed. “I am learning more
about my work every day; and then the weather is so different to what I
thought it was at sea. I always fancied we were tumbling and tossing
about, except when the ship was in harbour; but here we have been
gliding on for the last fortnight with the water as smooth as a
mill-pond.”

I, in reply, said I was glad I came; but from what I heard, we must
expect ups and downs at sea—sometimes smooth, and sometimes blowing
hard.

“It is all the same to me,” I observed. “When I came to sea, I made up
my mind to take the rough and the smooth together.”

“Jack, were you ever sea-sick?” asked Dicky.

“Not that I remember. Were you?”

“No; and I don’t intend to be,” he answered, drawing himself up
somewhat proudly. “I am not going to be made the sport of my inside.”

“More likely of your messmates,” I answered.

We soon found, however, that this easy sort of life was not going to
last for ever. One night we had to tumble out of our hammocks, in the
middle watch, pretty fast, at the cry of—“All hands shorten sail!” The
men were out of bed in a twinkling. It was wonderful how soon they
slipped into their clothes. The sea was roaring, the wind howling and
whistling, and the officers shouting—“Clew up! Haul down! Close reef
topsails!” and similar cries. I was very glad not to have to go aloft
just then, right up into the darkness, amid the slashing of ropes, and
the flapping of sails, and the fierce whistling of the blast as it
rushed through the rigging. So, I have an idea, was Dicky Plumb, though
he had been boasting so boldly the previous afternoon. I remember being
ordered aft with other boys, to man the mizen-topsail clew-line, which
we did, and pulled, and hauled away, till we were ordered to belay.
This is the only piece of service I recollect rendering to my country
that night. When the ship was got under snug sail, the crew were piped
down; and I, with the watch below, turned in. I was, however, by this
time, feeling rather curious. I had hitherto been very well, and
remarkably jolly; and was sure I was going to make a first-rate sailor.
The ship, however, began to roll, and went on rolling more and more.
Not only I, but most of the other boys, and many of the men, too, were
looking very queer. I had a friend I have not mentioned before—Tommy
Punchon by name—a fine little chap. He had never seen a ship before he
came on board the _Roarer_; but he had read of ships, and foreign
lands, and that made him come to sea, he told me. Now he had heard
there was such a thing as sea-sickness, but he was not going to knock
under to it—not he. I met Tommy coming along the lower deck (I am
speaking now of the next morning), looking very green and yellow;
indeed, all sorts of colours; perhaps I looked the same, I rather think
I did. I asked him how he felt. “Very jolly, eh?”

“Oh, don’t! don’t!” he answered, with the corners of his mouth curling
down. “It’s an awful reality; I must confess it.” Just then, I caught
sight of Dicky Plumb, who had been sent along the deck on some duty,
which he had evidently a difficulty in performing. I doubt if his
mother would have owned him, so crest-fallen he looked. I dared not
speak to him. He, indeed, cast an imploring look at me, as much as to
say, “Don’t!” On he went, trying to reach the midshipmen’s berth, but
overcome by his feelings—miserable I know they were, from experience—he
stopped, and if Sergeant Turbot had not caught him in his arms, he
would have sunk down on the deck. The sergeant, however, helped him
along, till he got him stowed safely away in the berth, where there
were probably several other young gentlemen in a like prostrate
condition. Meantime, I grew worse and worse. Tommy and I were soon
joined by other boys—a most miserable crew—and we all together went and
stowed ourselves away in the fore part of the ship, thinking that no
one would be troubled about such wretched creatures as we were. My
grand idea was a hope that some one would come and throw me overboard.
We lay thus for some time unnoticed, and began to hope that we should
not be discovered. Still, I must say, I did not care what happened to
us. I asked Tommy how he felt.

“Oh, Jack! Jack?” he groaned out, “Do take me by the head and heels,
and heave me overboard, there’s a good fellow!”

“That’s just what I was going to ask you to do for me,” I answered, in
the same dolorous tone, though I have an idea, that if any one had
actually taken us at our word, the cold water would soon have restored
us to health, and we should have wished ourselves on board again.
Suddenly, we were all aroused by a gruff voice sounding in our ears,
and, looking up, who should we see, but that hard-hearted individual,
Bryan Knowles, the ship’s corporal, standing over us, cane in hand.

“What are all you boys idling here for?” he growled out. “Rouse up,
every one of you; rouse up, you young villains, and go to your duty?”

Poor little wretches that we were; as if we could possibly do anything
but just crawl from one place to another, and lie down, wishing to die.
But it was not only the boys who were ill, but great hulking fellows,
some seamen, but mostly marines; fully fifty of them, lying and rolling
about the decks like logs of wood. I need not further describe the
scene, or enter into too minute particulars.

At length, old Futtock, the boatswain—a friend of Sergeant
Turbot’s—gave me leave to go and lie down in his cabin till I should
get better. The very feeling that I had some one to care for me did me
good.

In most ships there is a dirty Jem; we had one, a miserable fellow,
with a skin which no amount of washing could cleanse. Now it happened
that a party of tall marines had stolen down the fore cock-pit, and
having found their way into the cable tier, had snugly stowed
themselves on some spare sails and hawsers. There they lay, groaning
and moaning, and making other noises significant of what was going on,
when Mr Maconochie, a big, burly Scotchman, mate of the orlop deck,
coming forward, heard them, and very soon began to peer about with his
large goggle eyes into the recesses of the tier. I dreaded the
consequences, as, slipping out of the cabin where I had been, I looked
out to see what he was about.

“What are you sodgers doing there?” he roared out, in a furious passion
at seeing what they had been about.

One of them, with a wicked leer, at once pointed to Dirty Jem, who lay
fast asleep not far off. Now, whether Mr Maconochie thought he could
not punish the marines, and was glad to get hold of some other
individual on whom to vent his rage, I do not know; but, be that as it
may, he roused up the poor boy, and having boxed his ears, ordered him
to take one of the steerage, that is, a midshipman’s hammock—which had
been left by the marine who ought to have lashed it up—and to carry it
up and stow it in the poop nettings. Poor Jem poked his fingers into
one of the turns, and began to drag the big hammock along, but so weak
was he that he could scarcely move. I do not think he could ever have
got up, even to the lower deck. Fortunately for Dirty Jem, Mr Blunt,
who would allow no one but himself to bully, and that he never did,
happened to come down, and inquiring why he was dragging the hammock,
ordered him to put it down, and hauled Mr Maconochie pretty severely
over the coals for his barbarity. The marines had meantime sneaked off,
and thus escaped the mate’s rage. I had got nearly well by this time,
and thought, as the ship was still tumbling about, that I was going to
enjoy myself. The captain, however, having ascertained that we had got
our sea legs and sea stomachs into order, ordered the ship’s corporal
to turn us out of our hammocks at four o’clock next morning to muster
at the lee gangway. We there had to answer to our number, and then came
the pipe—

“Watch and idlers, holystone decks?”

We were sent on to the poop, and were employed for some time amidst the
slashing and dashing of water, working away on our bare knees on the
sanded decks, grinding them with the holystones. Then we had to scrub
with hard brushes, while the captain of the mizen-top kept dashing
buckets full of water round us, often sending one right into our faces.
There were generally one or two of the midshipmen there, who had to
paddle about, with their trousers tucked up and their feet and legs
bare; however, as the first-lieutenant set them the example, they had
no cause to complain.

For a whole day I had seen nothing of Dicky Plumb. At length, one
morning, who should appear on deck but the young gentleman himself. He
looked doubtingly at first at what was going forward, then off he
slipped his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and began like the
others running here and there, seeing that all hands worked away with a
will. We had to muster for numerous purposes—to see that we were clean,
and that our hammocks were lashed up properly. The latter was severe
work; for, the hammocks being heavy and we little, when the ship was
rolling it was as much as we could do, and sometimes more than we could
do, to hold on to them, and keep ourselves from rolling away across the
deck. Poor Jem (Dirty Jem, I mean) was often in trouble. The lieutenant
made us tuck up our shirt-sleeves and trousers, and then lift our arms
and legs to see that they were properly washed. Dirty Jem had really
got his arms clean up to his elbows, and legs up to the knees.

“Turn up your shirt-sleeves higher, boy, and your trousers too,” said
the lieutenant.

A dark rim of dirt was seen at each place.

“Corporal, give this boy twelve finnams!” exclaimed the lieutenant.

“Please, sir, I didn’t know that we were to muster there,” spluttered
out Dirty Jem.

The excuse, however, did not save him. He got the finnams, and had to
clean himself into the bargain. To the latter operation he objected
even more than the first, and seemed to think it a very hard case of
cruelty. However, I shall have no space for our adventures in the far
East, if I go spinning my yarn in this style. We touched at Madeira,
the chief object, I fancy, being to procure a cask or two of wine for
the captain and the admiral on the station. Hearing one day that we
were nearing the line, I, with Tommy Punchon and several other boys,
were very anxious to know what that could mean. I promised to ask
Sergeant Turbot. I did so. He looked very wise, and replied—“Why, you
understand, Jack, that the line is what you don’t see, but it’s there,
and runs right round the world, from east to west, or west to east,
it’s all the same. And then it’s very hot there, because the sun is
right overhead, and for the same cause it’s always summer, and the days
are neither very long nor very short, and there are mostly calms. For
this reason, and because he could not pick out a more comfortable part
of the whole watery-world, the king of the ocean, Daddy Neptune, as we
call him, once on a time used to live there. He does not now, that I
know of, because I have heard say that all the heathen gods and
goddesses have given up living at all on the earth; though, to be sure,
I don’t say but what he and they may visit it now and then. Now, Jack,
you understand all about the matter, or as much as I, a sergeant of the
Royal Marines, do, and that surely must be quite enough for a
second-class boy on board ship.”

Full of the lucid information I had received, I returned to my
messmates, who told me that, in spite of what the sergeant had said,
they heard, positively, that Neptune and all his court were coming on
board, either the next day or the following. Sure enough, Daddy did
come on board, in right fashion, when the opportunity was taken of
giving Dirty Jem a thorough washing, and punishing three or four other
individuals in a rather unpleasant way, by cramming their mouths full
of grease and pitch, under the pretence of lathering them, before being
shaved by Neptune’s barber. I should say, that a lower studding-sail
had been fastened up, in the form of a long bag, in the main deck, on
the starboard side, and filled with water. The skid gratings had been
taken off, so that, looking down from the starboard gangway, nothing
but water was to be seen. Neptune and his wife made their appearance
from forward, sitting on what they said was their chariot, but which
looked like a gun-carriage. They had two infants, who put me
wonderfully in mind of two small boys in our mess, while his wife had
very much the appearance of Ned Rawlings; and I thought, too, I
recognised the features of his secretary, his coachman, and barber.
They were followed by a number of courtiers, and twenty-four bears, and
as many constables. The chief business of the latter was to catch the
fellows who were to be shaved and ducked. We boys were tossed about
from side to side of the tank by the bears, they crying out, “He’s none
of my child!” and very fortunate we thought ourselves when we got out
again. The side being smooth and steep as an earthen pan, we were very
much like rats caught in one. Besides Dirty Jem, the smaller, we had a
big, hulking fellow—Michael Clack, by name. He was a dirty, lazy,
lubberly fellow, disliked and despised by all the ship’s company. He
had, from the first, I doubt not, a pretty good notion that he would
receive no very delicate treatment from Neptune’s ministers, so he went
and hid himself away, thinking that he might, perhaps, escape notice.
He had been marked, however, from the first.

“Michael Clack! Michael Clack!” was soon called out by the secretary,
and “Michael Clack! Michael Clack!” resounded along the decks. The
constables searched for him everywhere, along each deck, behind every
chest, and each store-room, and in each corner into which he could
possibly have crept. At last, it was believed that he must have gone
overboard. Still, as he had been seen by more than one of the boys
scudding along the decks faster than he had ever been known to move
before, the fact that he had gone overboard was doubted by a great
many. At length, the constables instituted another search along the
orlop deck, and in the cable tier. A shout proclaimed that Clack was
found. He was stowed away in the coil of a cable, and a piece of canvas
drawn neatly over him. He was dragged up, and placed on the plank
before Neptune.

“You are a big, lazy, idle, mischievous, do-nothing rascal,” began his
Majesty. “You deserve no good from any one, and you will get it, too,
my hearty! Give him Number 1.” That was the roughest razor in use.
“Plenty of lather! Lay it on thick!” Neptune’s ministers of justice did
not require a second bidding. The moment the unhappy Clack opened his
mouth to plead his cause, the tar-brush was run almost down his throat.
His face was next covered with it, and scraped with a jagged razor,
till the blood ran out in all directions. In this state he was tossed
into the tank, and bandied about among the bears, every one of whom
owed him a grudge, till some one cried out that he was done for. He had
fainted, or, like the Australian dingo, had pretended to faint, and
looked, indeed, as if he were dead. The captain, seeing what had
happened, was very angry, and ordering him to be taken to the doctor,
forbade the sports to be continued. Neptune and his secretary begged
pardon as well as they could for what had happened, and he and his
followers waddled forward, and disappeared over the bows. We heard that
evening that Michael Clack was very ill, and there was a general idea
that he was going to die. What the doctor thought about the matter I do
not know.

Clack hated work, but he disliked nasty physic still more. This the
doctor knew; and by giving him all the most nauseous draughts he could
think of he soon got him out of the sick list. Clack, though out of the
sick list, was very soon in the black list; and being shortly
afterwards detected in helping himself to the contents of another man’s
bag, he was adjudged by the captain to be placed in irons, to be kept
in solitary confinement, and otherwise punished.



Chapter Five.
Across the Ocean.


Falling in at length with the north-east trade-winds, we stood towards
the coast of South America, and entered Rio de Janeiro harbour, which
was but very little, if anything, out of our course for the Cape of
Good Hope. This will be seen by a glance at a map of the world, and
ships, therefore, frequently touch there on their way to the regions
beyond the Cape of Good Hope. It is a magnificent bit of water,
surrounded by curiously-shaped mountains and peaks, with a big city on
its shores, full of large streets and no end of churches. Sergeant
Turbot took Tommy Punchon and me with him, to keep us out of mischief,
though we would rather have gone alone to try and get into it. I was
astonished at the quantity of black slaves, grunting and groaning away
under their heavy loads. Still, they were ever ready for a joke, and
the niggers we met with loads were merry laughing fellows, who went
along singing and joking, as if no such thing as slavery existed. I
might fill my journal with an account of the numberless curious things
I saw on shore, but if I did I should have no space for my own
adventures; so I will leave to others to give a description of Rio, and
go on with my sea log.

That night, when we got on board again, Sergeant Turbot and the
boatswain were walking the forecastle, and Punchon and I were standing
not far off, when a splash was heard, and the sentry shouted out, “A
man overboard!” He immediately fired, but did not hit the man, whose
head I could see as I looked out from one of the ports as he struck out
boldly for the land; there were plenty of sharks about, so that there
was not much chance of his reaching it, even if he was allowed to go.
The sentry’s shot was, however, followed by the officer of the watch
calling away the second cutter. She was lowered and manned pretty
quickly, and I watched her eagerly as she made chase after the
fugitive. He was soon brought back, and proved to be no other than
Michael Clack, who, taking advantage of the short interval when a
prisoner is relieved from his manacles in the evening, had contrived to
slip overboard. No one had supposed that he was a good swimmer, yet, to
reach the shore, he must have been a first-rate one. Perhaps some
friend had told him that an American vessel lay inside of us, and he
hoped to reach her, when he would have been taken on board and
concealed. He would, however, have been a somewhat dear bargain, if
they had got him. We were soon again at sea, steering across the
Atlantic for the Cape of Good Hope. I need scarcely say that soon after
we got out of harbour Michael Clack got four dozen for his attempt at
desertion. I am not going to describe the ceremony; it is a very
unpleasant one for all hands concerned. Still, I must own, Master
Michael got what he deserved.

“You have heard of good service stripes, may-be, Jack?” said the
sergeant to me. “Those are what we call bad service stripes; and mind
you, boy, never do anything to deserve them.”

I asked Sergeant Turbot if he could tell me anything of these
trade-winds, which had been blowing so strong in our favour for so many
days.

“That’s just what I have been talking to Futtock about,” he answered.
“He and I make it out, that they always do blow in some parts from the
north-east, and, further south, from the south-east. Why they blow
thus, is more than I can tell you; but I’ve heard say, that they have
got the name of trade-winds, because they help on traders in a voyage
through the Atlantic.”

I was not quite satisfied with this answer, and determined to try and
find out more of the matter by-and-by. The weather had been threatening
for some hours, and towards evening the hands were turned up to reef
topsails. Three reefs were at once taken in, and not a moment too soon.
Down came the gale upon us. The big ship heeled over till the
lower-deck ports were under water. The rolling seas tossed round her,
and roared, as if eager to swallow her up. The wind whistled, the
thunder growled, every now and then breaking overhead with tremendous
rattles and crashes, and a pitchy darkness came down over the ocean,
the occasional flashes of lightning only rendering the darkness still
more dark. Before long we had our fore-topsail close reefed, three
reefs in the main-top-sail, and mizen-topsail furled, and we were
running dead before the gale, at not less than fifteen knots an hour.
Mr Futtock said that we were going twenty; and, of course, I believed
him; but I do not now, because I never found the fastest ship go so
fast, and the old _Roarer_ was, as the men said, a good one to fight,
but not to go. In spite of the remarks I made of our captain, many of
the men still held to the notion that there was more talk than do in
him.

“Just a lady’s man—very fine to look at, with his cambric handkerchiefs
and scent bottles, but you never get much out of such chaps.”

Officers little think how much they are discussed by the men. The
second-lieutenant was thought still less of, and not without reason. He
was fond of spouting poetry, and doing the polite to young ladies,
whenever any came off to see the ship; but as to seamanship, he knew
little about it. He often got the ship into a mess, but had no idea of
getting her out of it again. Now, it happened to be his first watch; it
had just struck eight bells. The starboard watch had been called, and a
few minutes afterwards the other watch was mustered. During this time
the rounds went to see all cleared up and safe below. The watch
relieved was just turning in. Some already had their clothes off, when
suddenly a fearful crashing sound was heard. No one knew what had
happened, only that there was a feeling that the ship was in some awful
danger. Not a word was heard from the officer of the watch. If we were
in peril he was not going to take us out of it—so it seemed. Neither
Punchon nor I had taken off our clothes, so we scrambled on deck to see
what was the matter. A seaman will understand our position, when I say
that the ship was taken right aback, and driving, stern first, at the
rate of some twelve knots an hour, with the sea breaking over her poop,
two-thirds of which were already under water. No one spoke; not an
order was given. Suddenly, a loud voice was heard, shouting, “On deck,
lads, for your lives?” and directly afterwards Ned Rawlings piped, “All
hands save ship!” The crew were on deck almost before the sound of the
pipe had died away; and again the same voice—we now knew it to be that
of the captain—shouted, “Man the starboard fore-brace!” Officers,
marines, any one who was near, grasped the rope, and hauled away on it
with a will. The head yards were very soon braced right up, and the
head sails took and filled at the very moment that the poop was nearly
under water, and it seemed as if the ship was going bodily down. The
main and cross-jack yards were soon braced round, and in less than a
quarter of an hour from the time the wind had shifted we were braced
sharp up on the starboard tack, and going seven knots through the
water.

“We have had a merciful deliverance,” I heard old Futtock remark to the
gunner a short time afterwards. “It’s not often that a ship gets into
the position we were in and gets out of it. In another minute the sea
would have been rushing right over the poop down on our quarter-deck,
and it would have been all over with us. If Mr Muddlehead had had his
wits about him, he would have braced the yards up the moment we were
taken aback. A pretty go it would have been, if we had not been under
snug sail. Why, we should have gone right down, stern foremost, and
never have come up again. That’s been the fate of many a ship out in
these parts, which has never since been heard of.”

“A fine fellow, our skipper,” I heard Mr Plumb observe to a messmate.
“I really did think at first that the Brigadier and my mother would
have had to bewail my loss. I am deeply indebted to him.”

A loud laugh followed the young gentleman’s remark. “Ha! ha! ha! Dicky,
remember that all people are not taken at their own value,” exclaimed
an old mate, who was fond of putting Mr Plumb down now and then. After
this night our captain was more than ever respected by the crew,
because he was now known to be a thorough seaman—a doer as well as a
talker—and in consequence he maintained discipline on board without
flogging and without difficulty.

We touched at the Cape, where Dicky Plumb really did go on shore and
dine with the Governor, who happened to be a friend of his father’s,
and he took good care afterwards to talk not a little about his visit
to his messmates, and the way he was treated by the Governor.

I was at this time appointed to wait on the midshipmen, the boy I
superseded being the unfortunate Jem Smudge.

“I don’t like having you to wait on us,” observed Mr Midshipman Plumb
to me, one day soon after this. “I am afraid the fellows will be
abusing you, and I could not stand that; but you must not mind it, if
they do; and if you will bear abuse for a little time, I will manage to
make all square in the end.”

“Do not trouble yourself about that, Master Richard,” I answered.
“Depend upon it, I don’t care what the young gentlemen say to me. I
intend to do my duty to them, and Sergeant Turbot says it will be all
the better for me. So, whatever they say, let it pass. Don’t say
anything for or against me.”

“As to that, Jack, you must let me take my own course,” answered Mr
Plumb.

I found that Dicky Plumb got considerably laughed at by his companions
for what they called his uppishness, and his boasting of his various
friends and relations of rank. Still, nothing would ever put him down.

“It is no fault of mine if my father happens to have a Duke for a
cousin, or a Governor-General of India for a brother-in-law, or if he
is intimate with the Prime Minister, or if the Queen herself holds him
in high estimation; so I do not see why you chaps should laugh at me.”

“But, I say, Master Dicky,” exclaimed an old mate, Sampson Trueman by
name, “is it a fact that your father has a cousin a Duke, and is
brother-in-law to the Governor-General?”

“I ask you, Mr Trueman, whether it is becoming of you—a master’s mate
in the British navy, and soon, I hope, should the Lords Commissioners
of the Admiralty be made aware of your superlative merits, to become a
lieutenant—to call in question the word of another officer,
notwithstanding that he may not be of your own exalted rank,” exclaimed
Dicky, in his usual pompous manner. “I must decline answering those
questions.”

There was a general laugh, in which Mr Trueman joined; and though,
probably, the older members of the mess suspected that the gentleman
had been romancing, others were still under the impression that he
really possessed the exalted connections of whom he boasted.

Helped along by a fine steady breeze we made good progress, and at
length reached the entrance to the river Hoogley. Dicky got leave to
accompany the captain up to Calcutta. Whether or not he was received as
a relative by the Governor-General no one in his own mess could
ascertain. He dined, however, at Government House, but that might have
been in consequence of some introduction sent out by Mrs Brigadier. She
was, at all events, a person to take care that her son should not be
overlooked. We did not remain there long before we received orders to
make the best of our way on to China, where an expedition was engaged
in teaching the Celestials to pay due respect to the outside
barbarians, as they call the nations of Europe.



Chapter Six.
We Reach the Flowery Land.


On a fine afternoon we found ourselves sailing into a beautiful bay,
with high mountains rising up on either side. We soon dropped anchor
off a town, which we found was the new English city of Victoria, in the
island of Hong Kong, close to the mainland of China. A large number of
other vessels were already at anchor, men-of-war, merchantmen,
transports, and store-ships. The transports had on board a body of
British troops destined, as Sergeant Turbot informed me, to teach the
Chinese manners.

Before long, several of the officers and men from other ships of the
squadron came aboard us, and soon told us what had been done, making
us, of course, very eager to be engaged in similar exploits. Boxes,
slippers, daggers, knives, and all sorts of articles were exhibited as
trophies. The most highly prized were the Chinamen’s pigtails, which
our men had cut off, they declared, when the enemy ran away. We had a
busy time of it at Hong Kong. It was understood that there would
probably be a good deal more fighting with the Chinese. The marines, of
course, expected to be employed on shore. I could not help feeling,
however, somewhat anxious for my friend, Sergeant Turbot; for in that
climate to have to make a long march, or to storm a fort at the top of
a hill, would, I thought, too likely prove fatal to him.

“We shall have some work, Jack, before long,” he observed to me; “and I
have no doubt our corps will uphold its credit. These Chinese are
curious fellows to fight with, I hear; for, though they are easily
beaten, they don’t seem to find it out; they stop and fight till they
are killed. I rather think, however, Jack, that you will be
disappointed, as our ship is not likely to have much work to do
herself, except, perhaps, attacking forts at the mouths of the rivers,
or a big town or two near the sea. However, you will hear of it from
those who are sent away in the boats, and I dare say we marines shall
have something to talk about when we get back.”

A day or two after this, however, Mr Plumb stopped me outside the
berth.

“Jack,” he said, “I have been appointed to a schooner—the _Fawn_—which
is to be fitted out as a tender to the ship. Mr Ormsby, the third
lieutenant, is to command her, and I have made up my mind to get you as
one of her crew. Two or three boys are certain to be sent in her.”

I thanked Master Dicky for his kind intentions.

“If I am ordered to go, I must,” I observed, “but I would rather ask
Sergeant Turbot what he thinks about the matter, if I am to have my
choice.”

I told the sergeant.

“I don’t want to lose sight of you, boy; but, of course, you will see
more of what is going forward if you go aboard the schooner, and you
will get more seamanship, too, than you will in this big ship.”

I told Mr Plumb, the next time I saw him, what the sergeant said.

“Of course, I knew he would,” he answered, “and I will see about it,
Jack.”

Whether Master Dicky had anything to do in the matter or not, I do not
know; but I and Tommy Punchon were two of the boys selected to go on
board the schooner.

The whole squadron soon after sailed, and proceeded to the mouth of the
Canton River, where they astonished the Celestials by blowing their
forts to pieces. The larger ships remained at the mouth of the river,
while the smaller vessels, we among them, with a couple of steamers,
were sent higher up. The Chinese did their best, of course, to
bamboozle the diplomatists. However, those gentlemen saw enough to make
them advise all the foreign merchants living at Canton to leave the
place. They heard also that the Chinese had laid plans to destroy the
English ships, and that a large army was also collecting, to meet our
troops, should they land. We, with several other small men-of-war,
corvettes, and brigs, lay high up the river. Generally speaking, the
river is crowded with boats of every possible shape and fashion, moving
up and down the stream. A vast number of people live in these boats,
and merely go on shore occasionally to buy food, or to sell their fish
or ducks, or the articles they may have brought from other places. At
this time, however, not a boat was to be seen; they had all gone up the
creeks, out of the way of the barbarians. At length the sun set
gloomily, the sky was overcast, and the darkness increased, till it was
difficult to see far beyond the bowsprit end. Our people were all
ordered to remain on deck. The guns were loaded, and each man was
armed. The boats were cleared, ready to be lowered as they hung at the
davits, at a moment’s notice.

“Well, Jack, what do you think of it?” said Mr Plumb, who came forward
where I was standing.

“I suppose something or other is going to happen,” I answered, “but I
don’t know what.”

“Why, I will tell you,” he said; “the Chinese think they are going to
catch a weasel asleep, but they are mistaken. They will find that they
have only stirred up the British Lion with a long pole, and that he
will not only roar, but make a spring which will astonish them. I have
been anxious to have something to do, and I hope we are going to find
it at last.”

Scarcely had he spoken, when the sentry from a vessel ahead of us
hailed. He got no answer, it seemed, for he immediately fired. Directly
he had done so, in the midst of the darkness, as it were, a bright
light burst forth, blazing away furiously, and revealing a number of
dark objects floating on the water. Instantly the drum sounded, beating
to quarters. The Chinese had commenced their plan for destroying the
English ships by fire-rafts. The boats of the squadron were seen
immediately, pulling up the river, when, grappling the rafts, they
towed them away clear of the ships. Some went on shore on one bank,
some on the other. Some drifted down towards a village, the houses of
which they immediately set on fire.

Dicky Plumb had jumped into one of the boats, and I, without orders,
followed him. We steered away towards one of the rafts which seemed to
be approaching the _Fawn_. Just as we got hold of it, it burst into
flames; but, in spite of the heat, we got it clear of the vessel, and
did not leave it till it was close in with the shore. And now, on all
sides, were blazing up vast fires, some drifting about the river,
others on shore where the rafts had struck; their light exhibiting the
panic-stricken Chinese who had had charge of them, some trying to
escape towards the shore, others swimming down the stream, those who
could not swim standing on the deck till driven overboard by the heat;
all the time a sharp fire being kept up at them by our marines, who,
naturally, under such circumstances, showed them but little mercy. As
the first body of fire-rafts had been towed clear, guns opened on us
from the shore, the Chinese having erected several new batteries for
that purpose. Now began the roar of artillery, though, in consequence
of the darkness, the Chinese, not being able to distinguish the
vessels, took but bad aim. We also could only find out the whereabouts
of their batteries by the light of their guns, and the reflection of
the fire from the burning houses on the shore. These showed us numerous
Tartar officers hurrying about, and endeavouring to rally and encourage
their men to fight the guns. We managed, as did other vessels, to
escape damage, by alternately veering out cable and shortening it
again, so as considerably to alter our position, and thus to deceive
the Chinese gunners.

This sort of work continued till daylight. At length, when the sun rose
in an unclouded sky, it exhibited to our sight a scene of havoc and
destruction on either side. On the banks were the wrecks of the still
burning fire-vessels; the batteries on shore knocked to pieces by our
shot; the suburbs of the town, and several of the villages, in flames;
while, here and there, a spar knocked away on board the vessels, or
some other trifling damage, showed how we had been employed during the
night. One of our active little steamers, soon after daylight, was some
distance ahead, when a large junk made her appearance from round a
point, and began firing away. The steamer very quickly put the junk to
flight, when, at a signal made, the boats of the squadron were ordered
to proceed after her. In a few minutes, some twenty men-of-war’s boats
were pulling away, as hard as the crews could lay their backs to the
oars. I, as before, jumped into Dicky Plumb’s boat, and she was away
before I was discovered. No sooner had we rounded the point I have
spoken of, than a whole fleet of war junks and boats of all sorts were
found huddled together at no great distance. Instantly, we dashed at
them. Many of the junks had soldiers on board, who, as soon as they saw
us coming, did their best to get on shore, shoving off in small boats
as fast as they could leap into them. Some, in their hurry, fell
overboard. A considerable number had thus made their escape by the time
we reached the scene of action. Some of the junks and boats were
pulling away up the river. We, with other boats, made chase. The shot
from the ships’ launches quickly set many of the junks on fire. As soon
as we got up to a junk, we examined her carefully, to ascertain if
anybody was on board, before we devoted her to the flames. In a short
time, the whole water was covered with burning vessels, one after the
other, those having powder on board blowing up with loud explosions. In
spite of our humane intentions, there are so many hiding-places on
board a Chinese junk, that nearly in every one several unfortunate
fellows had concealed themselves. As the fires in creased, we saw them
rushing up from below, where they would remain until no longer able to
bear the heat on deck. Some then were seen to jump desperately
overboard. Most of these swam on shore without much difficulty; but
others, who apparently could not swim, remained clinging to the outside
of the junk or the rudder. Here we saw them holding on till the junk
blew up, or the heat compelled them to leave their last refuge.

When we could, we took them on board, but there were so many junks
burning together that this was not always possible, and consequently a
considerable number must have perished. We had got alongside a boat,
not knowing what was on board her, when Dicky Plumb leaped on to her
deck. I had followed him, when my eye caught sight of a little fizzing
spot of light, just as if the end of a cigar had been thrown down. I
saw the fire slowly working its way on. In an instant, it occurred to
me that it was a slow match. Seizing my friend by the arm, I leaped
back into the boat.

“Hillo, Jack! what do you mean by that?” he exclaimed in an indignant
tone.

“Shove off!” I shouted, “and pull away!”

The men guessed what it was, and the boat had not got ten yards off,
when up went the Chinese craft, on board which we had been a moment
before, shivered into a thousand fragments. There were a number of
similar boats near at hand, some of which caught fire, and blew up at
the same moment.

Happily, we escaped without much hurt. We found fifty of a similar
character, which had been prepared for the destruction of the English
fleet. It was a curious scene—the Chinese craft, of all sizes, sailing,
pulling, and paddling away in every direction, the English boats
dashing here and there in pursuit. Sometimes a Chinaman would blow up
just as one of our boats got alongside, and then we had to pull off
after a different enemy. We had captured a good many junks, when, some
way ahead, we saw what looked like a steamer. Though there was no steam
up, the wheels were paddling away. We managed, however, to get up to
her, when overboard jumped a number of people; and, on reaching her
deck, we found that, though there were paddles outside, the inside had
only wooden machinery, to be worked something like a treadmill by men.
She managed, however, to go through the water at the rate of three or
four knots an hour. Several similar sham steamers were captured, which
had been manufactured by the Celestials, for the purpose of overawing
us barbarians. The fighting for the day, however, was very far from
finished. The troops had been landed, as well as the marines and
brigades of blue jackets, and were now busily employed in storming the
forts surrounding Canton. We had gone up a creek which ran near the
base of a high hill, on the top of which was a fort. A party of marines
and blue jackets had marched round by land, to attack it, and as we
approached, we saw them charge up the hill. Mr Hanson, the mate, who
commanded the boat, was very eager to join in the fray. We had a strong
current against us. However, by dint of hard pulling, we managed at
length to get up near the base of the hill. The Chinese at the top had
made a gallant defence, and many of our people had already been killed
or wounded, or knocked up by the heat. Among others, struggling up the
side of the hill, I saw a marine, whom I knew by his red coat; his
sword was in his mouth, and with hands and feet he was endeavouring to
climb up the steep side of the hill. I guessed by his figure that he
must be my friend Sergeant Turbot. I could almost fancy that I heard
him puffing and groaning, as every now and then he looked up, and
shouted to his men to lend him a hand. They, however, had dashed on, to
get at the enemy; in fact, it seemed a wonder that he should have
escaped hitherto with his life from the showers of shot which came
sweeping down the hill-side. Just then, we saw, coming round the base
of the hill, a strong body of Tartar troops, evidently intending to
take our men in the rear.

“Now is the time, my lads!” shouted Mr Hanson, starting up.

It must be understood that we had been completely concealed from the
enemy. With loud shouts and cries we all dashed forward together to
attack the head of the enemy’s column. They, expecting that we were
merely a leading body of blue jackets, turned tail, and retreated, with
a greater rapidity than they had advanced, we keeping up a hot fire in
their rear. I could not bear the thoughts of leaving my old friend in
his present predicament, and, therefore, without stopping to ask leave,
I scampered off to his assistance, forgetting all about the shower of
bullets through which I had to pass. Happily, not one hit me, and I was
soon by the sergeant’s side.

“Why, Jack, you seem to me like an angel from heaven!” he exclaimed, as
he saw me. “Put your shoulder under me and help me up. Up I must go,
but it was cruel to send me to storm such a hill. It is not fit work
for a man of my figure; but, up! up!”

The sergeant had chosen a short cut, though a very steep one. By my
aid, shoving astern, we had already made some progress, when part of
the boat’s crew arrived, led on by Dicky Plumb.

“Oh, Mr Plumb, do get your men to lend me a hand and haul me up this
place. We should be in the fort as soon as the rest, if we could but
get up to the top of the cliff.”

I was not sorry, I confess, to have some assistance. By the aid of the
men the sergeant at last reached a level spot at the summit of the
hill.

“Now, my lads,” he shouted, taking his sword from his mouth, “we’ll be
at them!”

The Chinese, believing that no one could get up that way, had neglected
its defences. Led on, therefore, by the gallant sergeant, we all
together made a dash into the fort. The enemy, taken on the flank,
began to give way, and the main body of marines and bluejackets, making
a renewed effort in front, dashed in over all obstacles, cutting down
the defenders, who stood bravely at their guns till the last.

“Jack, Jack,” said the sergeant, when the fort was in our possession,
“I owe you much. You saved my life, I believe, but you did more than
that, you saved my honour.”

Before the day was over, not only Canton, but all the surrounding forts
were in possession of the British. As Sergeant Turbot could descend the
hill more easily than he could get up it, I wished him good-bye, and
returned with my young officer to the boat. Poor Mr Hanson had received
a wound in the leg, which had, I found, prevented him joining in the
attack.



Chapter Seven.
Our Cruise in the Junk.


Just as we got out of the creek we caught sight of a large junk
stealing round a point at no great distance from us. Although Mr Hanson
and one of the men were wounded, he instantly ordered us to give chase,
and away we pulled after the junk, which as we rounded the point we saw
was making for one of the innumerable canals which intersect the
country in all directions. If she once got into it she might escape us.
The men therefore bent to their oars with a right good will, apparently
just as fresh, as when they left the schooner in the morning. As we
approached the junk, the Chinese began firing at us with their gingals
and swivels, and for a couple of minutes or more we were exposed to a
pretty heavy shower of bullets. I got the rim of my hat taken off.

“No odds,” I cried out; “it’s better than the tip of my nose.”

A man near me had a shot through the fleshy part of his shoulder, and a
dozen bullets or more stuck in the sides of our boat. On we dashed,
however, right under the oars of the Chinaman.

“Come on, my lads?” shouted Dicky Plumb, whose blood was up to boiling
pitch; and catching hold of a pike which was thrust at him, he hauled
himself up on to the junk’s deck, four of our men climbing up at the
same moment. Fortunately for Master Dicky, Ned Rawlings was by his
side, and saved his head from a blow aimed at him by a Chinaman. Mr
Hanson, in spite of his wound, got the men to haul him up. I followed
close behind Mr Plumb, and in a few seconds we were all upon the deck
of the Chinaman, slashing and cutting away. So frightened had the
Chinese become at our proceedings in the morning, that very few stopped
to oppose us, and scarcely had we gained the deck, than the crew began
to jump overboard on the opposite side. In another minute not a
Chinaman was left alive on the upper deck.

“Now, lads, let us look after them below!” shouted Mr Plumb, leading
the way to the main deck. A considerable number of the crew had
remained there, intent upon mischief. As they saw us, however, they
made a bolt right forward and leaped through a large port, striking out
for the shore, which was not more than thirty yards off.

“They have been after something or other,” cried Mr Plumb.

As he spoke, I sprang down to the deck below, and there I saw what
looked like a thin snake of fire crawling along the deck. I rushed at
it, and found the end of a slow match which had not long been lighted.
To snatch it up and throw it overboard was the work of a moment. I was
only just in time, however, and did not feel very comfortable even
then, for it was leading down, through an opening in the deck, to what
I had little doubt was the magazine. Ned Rawlings, who had followed me,
sprang to where several buckets were hung up, and seizing one of them
to which a rope was attached, in a moment he had it full of water,
which he dashed down the opening into the magazine. Mr Hanson now
ordered the cable of the junk to be cut, and sent the boat ahead to tow
her out of the creek. There was no time to be lost, for a number of
Chinese were collecting on the shore, some of them already beginning to
take long shots at us. Four hands jumped into the boat with Mr Plumb,
while two others, with Ned Rawlings and I, remained to assist Mr
Hanson. As there were a number of small boats along the shore, the
Chinese might easily have come back again; but they expected to see us
blown up into the air, and the fear of the consequence kept them at a
distance, and proved our safety.

At length, just as it was growing dusk, we got clear out into the
harbour, when the wind proving fair, we hoisted the junk’s sails, and
stood away towards where we expected to find the schooner. Several
times we were chased by English boats, and were twice fired at by some
of our friends, who supposed that our junk was still in the hands of
the Chinese, who were endeavouring to escape. Our prize was indeed a
curious craft; a capital place for playing hide-and-seek in—full of all
sorts of odd little cabins and cupboards and recesses in which people
could stow themselves away. Having found several lanterns, we lighted
them, and Mr Dicky and I hunted throughout the vessel, in case any
Chinese were still on board, who might steal out and perhaps after all
blow up the vessel. We thought that we had looked into all the cabins
and cupboards, and nooks and corners, and came and reported the same to
Mr Hanson.

“Go and look again, Dicky,” he answered. “Take Rawlings with you, and
let him run the point of his cutlass gently through all the crevices.”

Off we started again, Rawlings carrying a huge paper lantern, covered
with dragons and other monsters, and having his cutlass ready to stick
into any crevice we might discover. We began forward, examining all
sorts of curious places, but no one was to be found there. At length we
got aft, where we thought we had searched thoroughly, and came to a
little cupboard in one of the quarters, into which Ned gently inserted
the point of his weapon. A shrill cry, which made us start, was the
result, and putting in his hand he hauled out a young Chinese boy, who
had managed to coil himself away in a very small space. He seemed by
his gestures to be entreating us not to kill him, and then gave us to
understand that he was anxious to be our friend, and to serve us. Of
course, not a word he said could we understand.

“Are there any more of you stowed away?” asked Ned; but if we did not
understand the Chinese boy, neither did he understand us, and no answer
could be got to this question.

Having looked about in the neighbourhood of the spot where we found the
boy, we carried him on deck to Mr Hanson. He there went through the
gestures he had made to us, and Mr Hanson signed to him to sit down on
the deck, and let him know that he would receive no harm. We were then
sent back to continue our search. No other person was, however, found,
and at length we got alongside the schooner. We were received by a loud
cheer from our shipmates, and Mr Ormsby ordered us to retain possession
till he could inspect the junk in the morning, and settle what was to
be done with her.

“But Mr Hanson is wounded, sir,” sung out Dicky Plumb; “and besides,
sir, _we are hard up for grub_. The provisions the Chinese have left on
board don’t look very tempting.”

Mr Hanson, with the other wounded man, was therefore ordered to go on
board, that the assistant-surgeon might look to their hurts, while a
supply of provisions was sent us from the schooner, Dicky Plumb thus
remaining in command of the junk.

“Jack,” he said to me, “if I had my will, I should like to appoint you
my first-lieutenant, for I think you know as much about seamanship as I
do; but as that would not be quite correct, I am afraid I must have Ned
Rawlings as my second in command. I only hope we may be ordered to take
a cruise somewhere. It would be great fun going away by ourselves to
look after prizes, would it not?”

I agreed with him, but observed that I did not think Mr Ormsby would
dispatch us for that purpose. The next morning, when Mr Ormsby came on
board, he declared that the junk we had taken was so fine a vessel that
it would be a pity to destroy her, and therefore obtained leave to
carry her off to Hong Kong.

“Can I remain in command of her, sir?” asked Dicky, touching his hat
when Mr Ormsby had arrived at this decision.

The lieutenant looked at him with a smile.

“Why, Mr Plumb, what amount of navigation do you possess?”

“Why, sir,” said Dicky, promptly, “I know how to steer, and we can keep
the _Fawn_ in sight, so she will serve as our pole-star.”

“But suppose it came on thick weather, and you lost sight of us?”
observed the lieutenant.

“We would not rest till we had found you again,” answered Dicky,
promptly.

“I suspect the _Fawn_ will outsail the junk, and then what will you
do?”

“Ask every one we meet the whereabouts of Hong Kong,” answered Dicky.

“I have no doubt you would do your best,” said Mr Ormsby, “but still I
cannot quite trust you. I must send Mr Hanson back, and I have no doubt
that you will prove a very efficient first-lieutenant to him.”

With this Master Dicky was obliged to remain content, and, in a couple
of days, Mr Hanson, having somewhat recovered his strength, came on
board and took the command. Before many days were over the Chinese
succeeded in bamboozling our plenipotentiaries; we gave up all we had
won, and the fleet sailed away back to Hong Kong. We followed in the
wake of the schooner, which had to shorten sail for us, when the wind
was abeam; but at length it came aft, and we then kept very good way
with her; indeed, she had to make all sail not to let us pass her. Our
captive Chinese boy seemed very well reconciled to his fate. We could
not make out what was his name, so we called him “Joss.” He was a
merry, yellow-faced little chap, with the funniest pig-eyes imaginable.
He seemed always ready to laugh, and sing, and dance about the deck. It
was very evident that he would pick up English sooner than any of us
were likely to learn a word of Chinese. In the course of a few days,
indeed, he could ask for all sorts of things, and seemed to know a
great deal that was said to him. I should say Mr Hanson spoke very
handsomely of the way Dicky Plumb had behaved in boarding the Chinese,
and told Mr Ormsby that he had been the first on deck, and how
gallantly he had behaved also on shore, when attacking the fort. I
found, also, that he made favourable mention of my conduct on both
occasions.

“Indeed, had it not been for Junker,” I heard that he observed, “we
might all of us have been blown into the other world.” Mr Ormsby had
said that he should report my conduct to the captain, who would be sure
not to let it pass unnoticed. Dicky told me all this.

“I was very glad of it, Jack,” he said. “To tell you the truth, I have
an idea in my head. What it is, I am not going to tell you; only, Jack,
if I am ever a captain, I should like to have you as my
first-lieutenant.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said, “for your kind wishes, but I am afraid such
good luck is not in store for me.”

At length, our junk, with several others that had been captured,
reached Hong Kong in safety. The harbour was crowded with vessels.
There must have been a hundred or more craft, of various sorts, from
line-of-battle ships down to schooners and cutters, and a variety of
Chinese and other foreign-rigged vessels.



Chapter Eight.
A Typhoon and a Shipwreck.


The junk lay in Hong Kong harbour, close to the _Fawn_. Soon after we
brought up in the harbour, finding that a boat was to be sent from the
_Fawn_ to the _Roarer_, I got leave to go in her. I had some misgivings
about Sergeant Turbot, and was anxious to see him. I found that he was
in the sick bay, where there were several wounded men. He shook me
warmly by the hand when he saw me.

“Jack, my boy,” he said, “you saved my life t’other day, and, what is
more, my honour. If it had not been for you, my fellows would have got
into that Chinese fort while I was at the bottom of the hill; but Jack,
I confess it, I feel I am not cut out for campaigning in a hilly
country; indeed, to advance, at double-quick, across a plain, tries me
considerably.”

I was afraid, from the sergeant’s way of talking, that he was very ill.
I made some remark to that effect.

“In honest truth, Jack,” he answered, “I was pretty well knocked up
altogether with that work on shore; what with the hot sun, the rapid
marching, and climbing those heights; but still, Jack, I don’t think I
am going to give in just yet. If I do, remember me to your father, and
tell him that I consider you are worthy of him. However, I hope to be
fit for duty in the course of a few days, and to have another pull at
the Chinamen’s pigtails before we have done with them.”

From what I could hear on board I found that our business in the boat
and capture of the junk was highly approved of. Our captain, with
several of the boats of the _Roarer_, had been engaged, and he had
behaved with great bravery and activity. I was glad to find, that in
the course of a few days Sergeant Turbot was much better. His gallantry
was well known, and Dicky Plumb told me that he had heard the captain
of marines on board say that in future he would take care that he was
not sent on an expedition where any great bodily exertion was required.
We had been some time off Hong Kong, and began to grow weary of not
having more to do. The weather had now become excessively hot and
sultry. Dark black clouds collected in the sky, and there was an
oppression in the atmosphere which made all hands feel uncomfortable.
The weather-wise predicted a typhoon. I asked Sergeant Turbot, the last
visit I paid him, the meaning of a typhoon.

“Why, Jack, you must know that a typhoon is just like ten everyday
gales of wind pressed into one,” he replied. “If a fellow is aloft he
has need to hold on with his eyelids, teeth, and nails; and if he’s on
shore, to look out for falling chimneys and roofs. If we get one—and
from what I hear there’s every chance of it—you’ll know what it is fast
enough, and not forget either, as long as you live.”

The barometer, too, supporting the opinion of the weather-wise, was
falling, indicating a change of weather. Meantime, the Chinese on shore
seemed to be greatly excited. We saw, stuck out from many of their
houses, long poles, twenty or thirty feet high, with huge lanterns at
the end of them, ornamented with grotesque-looking figures of various
sorts. Then began the beating of gongs, the firing of crackers, and the
explosion of little bamboo petards, from one end of the town to the
other, and from all the boats along the shore. The Chinese might
possibly have thought that their fireworks had produced some effect,
for the day passed by and no typhoon broke over us. At night, however,
dark clouds again collected overhead, out of which the most vivid
lightning shot incessantly. For an instant the whole sky was lighted
up, and the numerous vessels in the harbour, and the distant shores,
could be seen clearly. Then all again was pitchy darkness. The night
passed away, however, without any incident worthy of note. In the
morning, Mr Ormsby, who had been on board the _Roarer_, came back, and
said that he had received orders to convey the junk to Macao.

“Then I am afraid our independent cruise will be up,” I heard Mr Plumb
observe to Mr Hanson.

We accordingly got under weigh, and stood out of the harbour. We had
not, however, proceeded far, when the threatening appearances of the
weather returned. Again the clouds collected, the lightning flashed
vividly, and sudden gusts came furiously off the land. Mr Ormsby
hailed, and ordered us to bring up under the high shore, a couple of
miles to windward, he setting us the example. A few tacks brought the
_Fawn_ to an anchorage, when her topmasts were struck, and every
preparation was made for the typhoon, which, it was now evident, was
about to commence. We were some way astern of the schooner, when down
came a fierce blast with tremendous force upon us. The sails were
lowered, and the huge anchor let go.

“The craft will ride it out after all, I believe,” said Mr Hanson,
watching to ascertain whether the junk was driving.

“That’s more than any other ship will do,” observed Ned Rawlings,
pointing to the vessels in the distance, many of which were now driving
away furiously before the wind; and already the sea was covered with
the wrecks of native vessels, to which numerous persons—both men and
women and children—were clinging desperately, as they drove onward
before the wind.

Fearful must have been the destruction of life and property in that
crowded harbour. However, we had to think about ourselves. The typhoon
was increasing in fury; it seemed to be working itself up like a man
getting into a rage. A blast ten times stronger than the first now
struck us.

“She has parted, sir,” cried Ned Rawlings.

Away we drove before the wind. At first we went sideways, and it seemed
as if every instant we should be blown over. The helm however, was put
up, and away we drifted right before the gale; the farther we got from
the shore the higher the seas became, and the stronger the wind. Mr
Hanson looked grave; there was good reason for his so doing, for the
junk began to pitch and roll in the most furious manner, while the seas
danced up round her, seeming determined to come on board. At times, it
seemed scarcely possible that we could hold on to her deck; we felt
somewhat like peas on a drum—jumping up and down, with the prospect of
being jerked overboard every instant. As to setting sail, that was
impossible; for even had a foot of the bamboo-matting been presented to
the wind it would have been blown away. The junk, flimsy as she looked
outside, was strongly built, so that there was less risk of her going
to pieces than might have been supposed. I asked Rawlings what he
thought about the matter.

“Well, Jack,” he said, “if we can keep the open sea the old tea-chest
may float; but if we get the coast under our lee we shall drive ashore
and go to pieces.”

More than once Mr Hanson looked astern.

“Perhaps he hopes that the _Fawn_ will come after us,” I observed to
Rawlings.

“That’s not likely,” was the answer. “It would not do to risk the loss
of the schooner on the chance of helping us; and, to my mind, there’s
little help any vessel can give us.”

Had, indeed, the schooner been following, we might not have seen her;
for, so thick was the spray which drove over us, that we could scarcely
see many yards beyond the junk, all the time the wind howling and
shrieking, and the water hissing and foaming around us. We could do
nothing to help ourselves; indeed, it took all our strength just to
hold on to the side. Every now and then a huge sea would come rolling
up, and seem about to break on board, but the buoyant junk rose to the
top of it, and then again down we plunged into the deep trough below.

Mr Hanson and two of the men stood at the helm, trying to steer the
lumbering craft, and not without difficulty could they prevent her from
broaching-to. Dicky Plumb had done his best to keep his legs, but,
finding that impossible, at length sat down on the deck, holding on,
and endeavouring to look as unconcerned and cool as possible. As we
looked out we could see fragments of wreck floating by, showing us what
would, too probably, be our fate. We passed one large junk almost under
water, to which several people were clinging; they held out their hands
to us, asking for assistance, but we could give them none, and soon we
drove by, when they were hid from our sight by the driving spray. On we
went.

“Breakers ahead!” shouted Ned Rawlings, who had been looking out.

There appeared, right before us, a line of coast—to weather it, seemed
impossible; and yet, if we could not do so, our destruction was
inevitable. At length we made out a point of land on the port bow—we
were driving towards it—Mr Hanson put the helm as much as he could to
starboard.

“If we can get to the other side of that,” he observed to Mr Plumb, “we
may escape with our lives; if not, there’s not a chance for us.”

“It cannot be helped,” answered Mr Dicky, quite composedly. “We have
done our best, and can do no more.”

Closer and closer we drew to the wild rocks at the end of the point;
the surf was breaking furiously over them. I know I held my breath, and
I cannot exactly say how I felt; only I kept wishing something was
over. There were the rocks, and there was the fearful surf roaring over
them. In another instant we were in the midst of the surf; I expected
to hear a crash, and to find the vessel going to pieces. The water came
rushing over our decks; the masses of spray blinded us. On we flew, and
in another moment the point was passed; and though the sea broke
heavily on the shore, still there was a possibility of our landing on
it. We had no anchors remaining, so we could not bring up, even could
any anchor have held; shipwreck was certain. The only doubt was where
we should strike—that was settled in another minute—lifted high on a
roller we were hurled towards the shore; then suddenly down we came
with a tremendous crash; the masts instantly fell; the upper works were
washed away; with difficulty could we hold on to the wreck.

“Now, Jack, let’s see what you can do,” exclaimed Ned Rawlings.
“There’s not a better swimmer on board!”

I understood what was wanted. Ned got hold of a rope, which I fastened
round my waist.

“I’ll carry it ashore,” I cried out.

“Let me go, too,” cried Dicky Plumb, forgetting that he could not swim.

There was no time for thought. I dashed overboard, and struck out for
the shore; I ran a great risk of being knocked on the head by pieces of
the wreck; I knew that several passed close to me. Now the sea came
roaring up, and, passing over the vessel, sent me some way towards the
shore; as it receded, however, it carried me back again almost to the
junk; still I struggled on; the next sea which came up took me still
nearer, and, though I went back again, still I had gained some
distance; at last, I felt my feet touch the ground, then I seemed about
to be swept back again, but I struggled on, and with a wild spring,
clutching the sand with my hands, I resisted the receding water, which
came hissing and foaming around me; then with a few more desperate
struggles I found myself out of the reach of the sea. Near me was a
pointed rock; round it I securely fastened the rope. In the meantime,
three or four men had thrown themselves into the water; one poor fellow
was swept out, his dying shriek reaching my ear just as I landed;
another was holding on desperately to a piece of the wreck; two more
came on shore, but greatly exhausted. I saw Rawlings making signals to
me to haul in the rope; I began to haul away, but the rope he had
secured to the light one I took on shore was so heavy that I could not
accomplish the task; just then I was joined by my two shipmates, and
all three of us pulling away at the rope, we got it on shore; the end
was secured, as the lighter one had been, round the rock; and the first
person who tried it was Rawlings. I found that he had secured a couple
of travellers to the rope.

“I will go back,” he said, “and bring Mr Plumb. Mr Hanson will not
leave the vessel till all are on shore, I know.”

Master Dicky, however, was for coming entirely by himself; still, I
think he would have been washed off had not Rawlings gone to his
assistance. Little Joss, the Chinese boy, clambered along as actively
as a monkey. There was more difficulty in getting Mr Hanson on shore,
as he had scarcely quite recovered from his wounds. Not a moment after
he left the junk a sea came roaring up, and in an instant she split
into a thousand fragments; not a particle of her remained holding
together on the rock on which she struck; the same sea tore the poor
fellow who had been clinging to a piece of the wreck from his hold, and
he was washed away, no more to be seen. The remainder of us clambered
up away from the beach, where we sat down to consult what was best to
be done. It was now growing dark; not a house or shelter of any sort
could we see.

“We shall all perish if we spend the night exposed to this bitter
blast,” said Mr Hanson. “Lads, we must look out for some place or other
for shelter,” and saying this, he led the way further inland, where a
lofty cliff appeared before us.

Searching about, we found an opening in the rock, down the centre of
which a stream flowed, running on towards the sea. Here we were
somewhat sheltered from the wind, but it was open at the top, so that
the air even here felt very cold.



Chapter Nine.
Captured by the Celestials.


The night passed slowly by. We were very hungry and very cold. I had
the satisfaction of having my praises sung by my commander.

“Indeed, Junker, I am ready to confess that we owe our lives to you,”
said Mr Hanson. “It required no little courage to carry the rope on
shore in the way you did.”

I made a suitable, and, I hope, modest reply.

There was no room to lie down, so we all had to sit up and do our best
to keep our feet out of the stream. As the morning broke the typhoon
subsided, and at last we went out of our resting-place to look about
us. The whole shore was lined with pieces of wreck. One of the poor
fellows who had been drowned had been thrown up, but the bodies of the
others could not be seen. We most of us had become desperately hungry:
I know I was. Where to get food was the question. Hunting along the
beach, however, we found a ham and a small keg of biscuits. We soon
fell to on them. Though the biscuits were somewhat soaked with water,
in a short time there was little of either one or the other to be seen.
Mr Hanson said that we were on an island, but how we were to get away
was the question. We could only hope that the _Fawn_ might come and
look out for us, on the possibility of our having escaped. We had just
finished our breakfast, when we heard some cries above our heads, and,
looking up, we saw a number of Chinese, who were amusing themselves by
gazing down on us. We asked Joss who they were.

“Bad people! bad people!” he answered, shaking his head.

They seemed in a short time to have gained courage, and now some thirty
or forty men, dressed like common fishermen, came down from the
heights, and stood round us. Seeing that we were unarmed, they became
familiar, and presently one of them signed to Mr Hanson to take off his
coat. This he did, hoping to satisfy them. No sooner did they get it,
than they set up a shout and laugh, and then signified to Dicky Plumb
to do the same.

“I will do no such thing,” he answered, buttoning up his jacket.

On this a couple of fellows seized him and tore it open, and in another
minute hauled it off his back, in spite of his indignant
expostulations. Pleased at their success, they treated us all in the
same way, leaving us only our shirts and trousers. Mr Hanson at length
got hold of one of the men who appeared to be a leader among them, and
endeavoured by signs to explain that if he would take us back to Hong
Kong he should be handsomely rewarded. Little Joss, who was very quick
in understanding our meaning, came to our assistance. At length the man
agreed to take us for a hundred dollars a head. We had, however, to
wait for a considerable time before the weather moderated sufficiently,
and we were then all marched to the harbour, at some distance from the
place where we drove on shore. Here another dispute arose among our
captors. The owners of different boats considered that we ought to be
divided among them. Finally, Mr Dicky Plumb, with Ned Rawlings and I,
with little Joss, fell to the share of an old fellow with a remarkably
roguish expression of countenance. We, however, could not help
ourselves, and could only hope that the promise of the reward would
induce him to take us back safely. In the evening we were carried on
board different junks. Our boat was open amidships, with a small cabin
aft, into which we were all stowed. Here we spent the night, for we saw
from the first that our friends had no intention of getting under weigh
till daylight. The other junks sailed first, but our old captain showed
no disposition to follow them. We inquired why he did not sail with the
others, but he only grinned and shook his head at us. He was waiting
apparently for some of his crew. At length we got under weigh; and now
we began to hope that before the next morning we should find ourselves
at Hong Kong. We had not been at sea more than an hour when, coming
round a point, there appeared a large mandarin war junk. Our old
captain was evidently in great trepidation. Still he sailed on as
before, hoping that the mandarin junk would not overhaul us. A signal,
however, from her was seen, ordering us to heave-to. On this the old
captain made signs to us to lie down at the bottom of the boat, and he
then covered us up with mats. On came the junk. What was going to
happen we could not tell. Presently we heard loud voices and shouts,
and we felt that a boat had come alongside. We might well have given
ourselves up for lost.

“Jack,” whispered Mr Plumb to me, “if we could but get hold of some
swords, we would have a fight for it. I should like to die game. I have
no idea of being killed like a rat in a hole.”

I felt very much as he did, but while there was a chance of escaping
notice, I saw that it would be wiser to remain concealed. Presently,
however, we found the mats being lifted up off us; concealment was no
longer possible. We sprang to our feet, and there we saw a dozen
Chinamen, with weapons in their hands, ready to cut us down, should we
attempt resistance. Their officer turned upon our unfortunate old
captain, who stood at the helm the picture of dismay; the crew were
sitting forward, chattering with fear; without another word the officer
gave a flourish with his sword, and the old man’s head rolled off into
the sea; the crew attempted to leap overboard, but were mercilessly cut
down. We fully expected to be treated in the same way; instead of this,
the boat was brought alongside the junk, on board of which we were all
ordered to go. The junk having cast off the fishing-boat, with the body
of her murdered owner still on board, and those of several of the crew,
made sail to the east. What was to be done with us we could not say.
With oars and sails the junk made great progress. Our only hope rested
on the possibility of being fallen in with by a man-of-war; but even
then, if hard pressed, our captors were very likely to murder us all.
Having got clear of the land, the junk stood away to the north. We
three were thrust into a little cabin on one side of the deck, so
small, that only one could lie down at a time; Joss, however, was
allowed to come to us, and wander about the deck as he liked. How he
had escaped we could not well tell; and now it seemed that no one
intended to injure him. He told us, that, as far as he could make out,
we were going to some place in the north, a long way off. We suspected
that the captain of the junk intended to make the most of us, and would
probably declare that, he had taken us from aboard a barbarian
man-of-war, we being the only survivors.

“I do not at all like the look of things, Jack,” said Dicky Plumb to
me. “I am afraid they will be clapping us into cages, and sending us
about the country as a show.”

“That will be one way of seeing the world,” I answered; “and provided
they do not cut off our heads, I dare say, some day or other, we shall
be getting back to our friends.”

Day after day we sailed on; in vain we looked out for an English
man-of-war.

“Very little chance of falling in with one,” observed Ned Rawlings.
“After that typhoon they will all be in harbour, repairing damages.”

Ned was right. It was probably owing to that circumstance that we
escaped recapture. At length we entered the mouth of a large river, and
Joss made us understand that we were being carried to the city of
Nankin; we were, in reality, in the great river Yang-tse-Kiang. From
the time we had been coming we knew that it must be a long way from
Hong Kong, and our hopes of being retaken now vanished altogether: the
wind coming down the river, the junk came to an anchor. I should have
said that all this time our only food was salt fish and rice. When we
anchored, several boats brought off some vegetables, which we had given
to us in addition; it was hard fare, however, but after all it did not
much signify, as it kept body and soul together, and our health did not
suffer. The mandarin, being anxious, apparently, to deliver the
despatches which he carried, as well as to exhibit us, took us on
shore, and we were now all three placed in a cart, and driven off into
the interior; as there were no springs, we went bumping and thumping
over the road in a way sufficient to dislocate all our limbs. Just as
we were starting, little Joss, who had managed to get on shore, jumped
into the cart, and we were not sorry to see his merry, good-natured
face. To make a long story short, at last we arrived at a walled city;
it was not Nankin, however, but a place supposed to be very strong—Chin
Kiang-foo; it was full of Tartar soldiers, who scowled at us as we
passed. We had not gone far when we stopped before a sort of public
office, I suppose, when a man came out and put some large labels round
our necks. What they were of course we could not tell, but we made out
from what Joss said, that they were to inform the world, that we were
prisoners taken in a bloody fight from an English war ship, which had
been sent, by the bravery of the Chinese, to the bottom. Having been
carried round the city, we were taken to a place which we soon found
was the public prison; here we were all four (for Joss was with us)
thrown into a small cell not much larger than our cabin on board the
junk.

“No chance of cutting our way out, Mr Plumb,” observed Ned Rawlings.

“I wish there was,” said Mr Plumb.

Little Joss we found looking very sad. He seemed, from what we made
out, to think we were all going to be killed.

“It cannot be helped,” said Dicky. “Jack, are you prepared to die?”

“I hope so,” I said; “but I would rather live, I confess; and, do you
know, I think we shall, in spite of appearances. The Chinamen would
gain nothing by killing us, and our keep cannot cost them much.”

By such remarks I soon restored Dicky’s hopes. We were kept for some
days in our wretched little prison, having our food brought to us, but
being otherwise left alone; at length, one day, the door opened, and
four soldiers appeared: without saying a word, they seized hold of Ned;
he shook himself free of them, however, having an idea, that they were
going to take him out and kill him. Four finding they could not manage
him, six more appeared, who, rushing on him, at length pinioned his
arms, and carried him away out of the cell.

“I hope they will not separate us, Jack,” said Dicky. “I am very
unhappy about Ned.”

“I hope they will not indeed,” I answered. Poor Ned! though he made no
further resistance as long as we could see him, the Chinese soldiers
were kicking and cuffing him, some pulling his hair, and others his
ears, as they dragged him along. Two days afterwards we received a
visit from a dozen soldiers at least. They stopped for a moment when
the door was opened, and then rushing in seized the midshipman, and
pinioning his arms, dragged him out of the cell.

“Good-bye, Jack?” he shouted out. “I suppose they are going to cut my
head off. It is reputed to be a dignified way of making an exit, and if
I cannot escape, I must grin and bear it.”

Even at that moment, Dicky could not help having a joke. I felt very
sad when I was left alone, for it seemed too likely that our cruel
captors would kill us all. At length my turn came, but I was only
honoured by six soldiers, who appeared to think that they could manage
me without much difficulty. I tried to sing, and appeared as merry as
possible, even when they came round me, knowing that kicking and
scratching would do no good. Still, I own I had an uncomfortable
feeling about my throat, fully believing that before long I was to have
my head cut off. One of them, however, clapped an iron collar round my
neck, from which a chain extended to my feet. On my ankles irons were
also fixed, so that, had I been a very Samson, I could scarcely have
escaped. In this state the soldiers dragged me along, and passing
through several courts, I was carried into a house, where, seated at a
table, I found several dignified-looking personages, with scribes at
either side of them, pen in hand, ready to make notes. They began by
asking me all sorts of questions, to which, of course, not knowing a
word they said, I could make no answers. At this, several persons
rushing forward, one gave me an unpleasant kicking behind my knees,
while another pressed me down, a third seizing my head and banging my
nose on the ground. This process did not make me speak Chinese a bit
better than at first. I guessed it was what my companions in captivity
had had to go through, and I fully expected to be led off and treated
as I supposed they had been. Instead of this, after I had received a
considerable number of blows and kicks, the mandarins, finding that
they could make nothing of me, ordered me back to my cell. For some
hours afterwards I kept constantly feeling my neck—not quite certain
whether or not it had been cut through with a fine-edged sabre, and
almost expecting every now and then to find my head roll off on to the
ground.



Chapter Ten.
Liberty Again.


Days and weeks passed away. I was kept in a solitary cell. Even Joss
was not allowed to visit me. I feared, indeed, that he must have been
killed. Of what had become of my companions I could gain no tidings.
“They have not killed me, perhaps they have let them live.” This
reasoning was the only thing that gave me hopes. I must confess,
however, it was a hard matter to keep up my spirits. The iron chains on
my neck and arms weighed me down. I was now moved into a cell in which
were two dozen or more prisoners. In it was a bench, to which I was
chained, but in such a way as to allow me to sit, if not with ease, at
all events without pain. My youth might, perhaps, have excited the
compassion of my fellow-prisoners, for savage as some of them looked,
they treated me with kindness. Had I been sure that my friends were
even no worse off than I was, I should have been contented. Many of the
poor prisoners were suffering from all sorts of complaints, and several
of them were led out from time to time, when we could hear their cries
and shrieks, and when they came back their legs and arms and bodies
bore signs of the fearful treatment they had received. Twice a day my
fellow-prisoners and I were unchained and allowed to go into the
courtyard for air and exercise. Sometimes we were allowed to remain
there longer than at other times. On one occasion we were hurried back
and quickly chained up again, when we found that it was in consequence
of the unexpected visit of a mandarin to the prison. In vain I tried to
find out whether Dicky Plumb or Ned Rawlings were alive. At last it
struck me that if they were within hearing they might answer if I were
to sing a song; so, to the astonishment of my fellow-prisoners, I
suddenly struck up “Rule Britannia?” walking about the yard, and
shouting louder and louder. They, I believe, thought I was mad. I
stopped and listened. I thought I heard a faint response from another
part of the building, but I was not certain. Several days passed by,
when, as I sat on the bench, chained as usual, I heard a voice in the
courtyard below humming the very air I had sung, but whether it was the
voice of Dicky Plumb or Ned Rawlings I could not tell; indeed, it
seemed to me to be that of a stranger. I had lost all account of the
time I had been in prison, when one day I remarked that there was a
considerable excitement exhibited by my companions. That something of
importance was taking place I was certain. Suddenly, at the time we
were usually taken into the yard in the morning, the sound of musketry
reached my ears. Faint at first, it grew louder and louder. Then there
came the roar of big guns. Oh, how I longed to be with Dicky Plumb or
Ned Rawlings! There could be no doubt that the English were attacking
the place. It did not occur to me that in revenge the Chinese might cut
off our heads. The noise grew louder and louder. Presently I could hear
shouts and cries, and bullets seemed pattering against some of the
buildings in the neighbourhood. The city was attacked—of that there
could be no doubt. I could not help shouting out again “Rule
Britannia!” The Chinese looked at me with great awe; they must have
fancied it an incantation. The hubbub increased; there was evidently
some desperate fighting close at hand. Suddenly two of the gaolers
rushed into the cell, and came up to me. I could not help fancying that
my last moment had come. Instead of that, greatly to my satisfaction,
they undid my fetters, then made a sign to me to follow them. I did so
gladly enough, and in the courtyard whom should I see but Dicky Plumb
himself! We cordially shook hands.

“I am so glad, Jack!” he exclaimed. “To this moment I did not know
whether you were alive or dead.”

“Nor I you,” I answered. Directly afterwards we were joined by Ned
Rawlings, who seemed well pleased to see us both again, while little
Joss, who soon afterwards appeared, exhibited the greatest possible
satisfaction. Directly afterwards the gates were thrown open, the
Chinese scampered off and hid themselves, and in rushed a body of blue
jackets, among whom I recognised several of the crew of the _Fawn_.
Supposing that we had long been dead, they did not know us; indeed,
pale and thin and dirty as we were, this was not surprising. The whole
place was, in a short time, in the power of the British. The Tartar
soldiers fought desperately, and when they found they could no longer
defend their houses, they deliberately killed their wives and children,
and then destroyed themselves. Several of the superior officers, rather
than be taken, threw themselves upon their swords. Others, however, who
had heard that the English treated their prisoners with humanity, if
they could not run away, more wisely lived “to fight another day.”

When the battle was over we were taken on board the _Fawn_, which lay
some way down the river. Although we had gone through many hardships,
we had reason to be thankful, for we found that we were the only
persons on board the junk who had escaped with life. I often shudder,
even now, as I think of what we had to go through. A considerable
number of English and Lascars were, about this time, seized by the
Chinese, and were put to death, after being cruelly ill-treated for
several months. The Emperor of China finding that, in spite of the
boasting of his generals, the barbarians managed to beat his troops on
every occasion, signed a treaty of peace. The squadron, therefore, once
more returned to Hong Kong. Although the war was over, we were not to
be idle. We had just time to pay our friends a visit on board the
_Roarer_, when we were ordered off in search of pirates, large numbers
of which gentry infested the China seas. Mr Ormsby appointed me to
attend him in the cabin. Little Joss had, from the first, attached
himself to me, and Mr Ormsby, seeing this, allowed him to help me in
the cabin. He looked upon me as an old friend, from our having been
fellow-sufferers, and to show his regard, endeavoured to teach me
Chinese. I must, however, confess, that he learned English far more
rapidly than I did Chinese. We had another mate and midshipman from the
ship, instead of those lost, and they, with Mr Plumb, all messed
together with the lieutenant, as well as the second master and the
assistant-surgeon. Mr Ormsby, being a very particular person, had a
supply of plate, which he put under my charge. It was kept in a chest
with a number of other articles which he had picked up in China, and
valued highly. We had been away some weeks without meeting with any
suspicious craft when one night we saw a bright light burning ahead.

“A ship on fire!” sung out Mr Mason, the officer of the watch.

Mr Ormsby at once came on deck, and ordered all sail to be made to get
up with her. The wind was light; the flames appeared to be rising
higher and higher; we were afraid that we should be too late to render
assistance to the poor people on board. Every stitch of canvas the
schooner could carry was set.

“I would give a good round sum to be up with that vessel,” exclaimed
Dicky Plumb. “A dreadful thing for them to be burnt alive or drowned.”

Several remarks of a similar nature were made; and certainly, if
wishing or whistling would have brought us up to the vessel, we should
have been there quickly enough. At length we could make out the masts
and hull of a brig—a large vessel she seemed; the flames had caught her
sails, and were playing round her spars and masts. Suddenly, as we
gazed at her, the deck seemed to lift; like sky-rockets up rose the
masts; the flames burst up brighter than ever from the hull; and then,
like showers of rockets, down came the burning rigging, hissing, into
the sea; after this the flames raged more furiously than ever; then,
suddenly, there was perfect darkness; a groan escaped the breasts of
many on board. We were too late to save any of the sufferers, still we
stood on towards the spot where the vessel had been. Suddenly a hail
reached us; we replied to it. In a short time we shortened sail, and a
boat came alongside; we had little doubt that she contained some of the
people from the brig; six men soon came up the side, most of them had
their heads and arms bound up.

“Who are you, my men?” asked Mr Ormsby.

“I am the mate, sir, of the brig that just now blew up; we are the only
people who have escaped,” said one of them. “This afternoon we were
attacked by half a dozen Malay prows; we fought desperately, hoping to
drive off the pirates; at length, the master and the other hands being
killed, we jumped into the long-boat and made off, hoping to return to
the brig when the pirates had left her; they, however, set her on fire,
and we were intending to make the best of our way to Singapore when we
caught sight of the schooner.”

The mate expressing his belief that the pirates had stood to the
southward, all sail was made in that direction. The weather had been
threatening for some hours; it now grew worse and worse. Mr Ormsby’s
chief regret was that it might drive the pirate fleet into port. We
made such good way, that soon after noon we caught sight of the vessels
of which we were in search; they saw us, and guessed our intentions,
and away they went before the wind. We stood on, hoping to come up with
them; hour after hour passed by, and they kept ahead. The weather was
getting more and more dirty; still we persevered, and, as the wind
increased, we gained upon them.

“I think I could hit the sternmost of those fellows,” said Ned
Rawlings, as he ran his eye along a gun.

The gun was trained forward. Rawlings, who was one of the best marksmen
on board, fired. The shot struck the nearest prow, and sent the
splinters flying away in every direction.

“Well done, Rawlings?” cried Mr Ormsby.

The gun was again loaded, when just as he fired a fearful crash was
heard; the schooner shook from stem to stern.

“She’s ashore!” cried out more than one voice.

“And we must heave her off, lads!” cried our commander; giving the
order to take in all sail.

The vessel only hung forward; a boat was lowered, and a hawser carried
out immediately astern. We had not struck long before our enemies
discovered what had happened; they now came clustering round us at a
respectful distance, though, having seen the effects of our shot. The
wind, however, was increasing, and the sea was getting up; and there
seemed every probability of the schooner being completely wrecked. I
bethought me, meantime, of Mr Ormsby’s directions. While the men were
working away to heave her off, I went down into the cabin; having
secured a rope round the chest Mr Ormsby had placed under my charge, I
got a long thin line to serve as a buoy-rope, and got hold of a piece
of light wood, out of which to form the buoy. I did not think much, I
own, of the danger we were in. The wind was increasing, the sea was
getting up meantime, and I might have seen that the little craft would
not hold together many hours exposed to such a sea as was likely to
roll in on her. The junks were drawing in closer and closer, just
waiting for the moment when, our masts going, we might be thrown into
confusion; and they would have less difficulty in boarding. Having done
all I could below, I went on deck; the wind had greatly increased, the
seas came rolling slowly in towards us; still, the crew, encouraged by
our brave commander, laboured on. The cable by which we were hauling
off was tight as a harp-string; the men were pressing with might and
main upon the capstan-bars; those who were not thus employed were
ordered to run from side to side—now forward, now to rush aft
altogether. Just then, through the gloom, we observed a heavy sea
rolling in towards us; it might prove our destruction, or—

“Heave, lads! heave!” shouted our commander.

With a bound, so it seemed, as the sea passed under us, the vessel came
off the reef, and was quickly hauled up to the anchor. Had it been
daylight, the pirates would have discovered what had occurred; as it
was, they probably did not find out that we were free. The cable was
brought ahead, sail was made, the anchor was hove up, and away we shot,
close-hauled, clear of the reef.

I had gone below to get supper for the commander, for, as may be
supposed, no one had eaten anything for some hours; soon afterwards he
came into the cabin.

“Hillo! what is this?” he exclaimed, as he got his foot round the
buoy-rope.

I told him what I had done. He laughed.

“Well, Jack,” he said, “you did what every man should do—your duty. You
attended to your own business, and looked after the property placed
under your charge. However, I suspect if the schooner had gone to
pieces, we none of us should have remained alive to tell what had
become of my plate-chest. Still, I will not forget this night’s work,
Jack.”

I heard Mr Ormsby tell the officers that he was not going to let the
prows escape.

“We must wait, however, till daylight,” he observed, “or we may be
getting on shore again.”

Bumping on a pointed rock tries a vessel. Scarcely had we got off, when
one of the carpenter’s mates, who acted as our carpenter, came aft.

“She’s making water very fast, sir,” he said, addressing our commander.
“It’s as much as we can do to keep her afloat till the morning.”

“Rig the pumps, then; and, Mr Norton, send the hands to work them,”
said Mr Ormsby, quite composedly. “We must not let the _Fawn_ go down,
whatever we do.”

In another minute the clank of the pumps was heard, and on it
went—“clank! clank! clank!” I dropped asleep in the midst of it. When
morning broke, a large fleet of prows was discovered about three miles
to leeward; we immediately made sail, and stood down towards them, a
bright look-out being kept for reefs and shoals. The size of the little
vessel evidently encouraged the pirates. Their numbers having been now
increased, instead of running, they stood boldly up towards us.

“We shall see some fun now, Jack,” said Dicky Plumb, “depend on that.”

In a short time we were near enough to open fire on the leading junks.
They, in no way daunted, returned it with their long brass guns and
gingals, peppering us very hotly. I rather suspect that Mr Ormsby now
saw that it would have been wiser had we kept clear of such gentry,
especially in the sinking condition of the schooner; as long as the
breeze held, and the schooner was under command, we could run here and
there, raking the prows, and handling them very severely. At length,
however, as the evening was coming on, the wind fell; our enemies, on
this, were seen to get out their long sweeps, and come out towards us
in a body, some on one side, some on the other. It was evident that we
should have to fight for our lives; for the moment, not a man on board
thought of the leak. I got hold of a cutlass, which I could handle
pretty well, and a brace of pistols; Mr Plumb armed himself in a
similar manner. For some time we managed to keep the enemy at a
distance with our guns, which we fired as rapidly as we could load
them. It was now again almost dark. Just as the nearest prow was about
to board, down she went; our men cheered, and redoubled their efforts;
but we had another big enemy on the other side. On she came, though
hulled several times; her crew were ready to spring on board. Mr
Ormsby, aided by Ned Rawlings and one or two others and myself, had run
in a gun, and loaded it; it was quickly run out again, and fired right
down into the hold of the prow. Just as the Malays were about to spring
on board, a thundering noise was heard; flames burst forth, and up went
the vessel into the air; the schooner’s sails were set on fire, and
several of our people were hurt; my face was blackened all over, and so
was Dicky Plumb’s. Down came the wreck of the prow on our deck, while
the limbs of her unfortunate crew were sent right over us, some
sticking in the rigging; this fearful event kept the rest of our
enemies at a distance for a few minutes, and enabled us to put out the
flames, and to clear away the wreck. Scarcely, however, had we done
this, than with fierce cries and shouts once more the prows pulled up
towards us; we met them with further discharges of shot, but though
many of their people were killed, yet a big prow grappled us on either
side. So fiercely did our people fight, that not a man who reached the
deck had time to recover his legs before he was cut down. Joss exerted
himself bravely, and though not big enough to handle a cutlass, kept
bringing ammunition up from below, and then getting hold of a revolver,
did good execution with it, running in and out among the men, and
killing numbers of pirates as they attacked our people with their sharp
scimitars. At length we succeeded in casting off the grapnels which the
Malays had thrown on board; and the breeze catching our topsails, we
stood out once more from between them; we had, by this time, lost four
or five of our men, three of whom were killed outright; and it seemed
too likely, if the Malays were determined to overpower us, they would
do so. Our young commander fought like a lion, and Dicky Plumb, I must
say, fought like a lion’s whelp; no sooner did a Malay show his brown
face over the bulwarks, than Dicky was at him; indeed, all hands were
doing their utmost. I will not boast of myself; in fact, if I had been
ever so great a coward, I should have fought; for I felt very sure, and
so did everybody on board, that if we did not fight, we should one and
all be knocked on the head. Directly there was a moment’s cessation of
firing we had to run to the pumps, and to work away for our lives to
keep the vessel from sinking. Again and again, however, the prows came
round us, and no sooner had we beaten off one set, than others took
their places. At length Mr Ormsby was hit; he sank on the deck. Dicky
and I, who were standing near, ran to help him up.

“Don’t give in, Mason?” he shouted; “fight to the last!”

“Are you much hurt, sir?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Lend me a handkerchief.”

The assistant-surgeon, who was fighting as furiously as any one, now
hurried up, and bound a handkerchief tightly round Mr Ormsby’s leg.

“Give me my sword again!” he exclaimed. “There is some fight in me
yet!”

At that moment several fresh prows were making towards us. Every man on
board would be required to repel them. Our guns were, however, all
loaded ready to give them a warm reception. In spite of the hot fire we
poured aboard them, on they came. Now one of them grappled us on the
starboard bow, while we had another on our quarter. And now, with loud
shrieks and cries, the pirates began to spring upon the schooner’s
decks.

“Lads! we will sell our lives dearly?” exclaimed Mr Ormsby.

“Yes; never say Die?” shouted Dicky Plumb, in a shrill voice.

The crew being divided, some went on the starboard bow and some on the
port side, to repel the boarders. Still it seemed impossible that we
should drive them back altogether. The Malays, from the prow on our
bow, came pouring on board. Mr Ormsby, with Ned Rawlings and Dicky
Plumb, made a dash forward to try and repel them. Just at that moment a
loud, hearty British cheer saluted our ears. A blue light burst forth
at our port bow, and a number of blue jackets were seen climbing up
over the bulwarks, led by no less a person than our gallant captain
himself. We could scarcely believe our senses when we saw them; in
fact, I fancied it was a dream. They soon, however, by the way they
treated the Malays who had gained our decks, showed us that their
appearance was a satisfactory reality. In a few seconds the fore part
of the vessel was cleared; and now, sweeping up, they soon drove off
the pirates who were leaping down on our quarters. In another instant,
the prows were making the best of their way from us.

“We must not let them go free!” exclaimed the captain; and calling his
men into the boats, away they started after the prows. Meantime, we
could see the blue lights from the ship burning a couple of miles away
to windward. The surgeon had now time to attend to Mr Ormsby’s wound. I
was looking out for Dicky Plumb. He was nowhere to be seen. The thought
came across me that he had been killed, or else that the Malays, as
they retired, had carried him off. We, meantime, made sail and followed
the boats. Four prows were captured. We could see their men jumping
overboard as the boats dashed alongside. Daylight at length broke.
There lay the schooner, her decks bloody, her bulwarks shattered, and
her rigging cut up. Portions of wreck floated round us. Not a human
being, however, was to be seen. The four captured prows lay close
together, and half a mile off was the old _Roarer_, standing towards us
under all sail. Captain Sharpe now came on board, and greatly to my
satisfaction Dicky Plumb came with him. He had slipped into the
captain’s boat as he shoved off, as he said, to see a little more of
the fun. The _Roarer_, we found, was on her way to Calcutta. As soon as
we were again free of the pirates, the hands were again sent to the
pumps. Mr Ormsby had done his best to keep the crew ignorant of the
condition of the vessel. It now became evident, however, that, pump as
hard as we could, she could scarcely be kept afloat. Captain Sharpe was
convinced of this as soon as he returned on board. He at once ordered
Mr Ormsby and the other wounded men into the boats. Fresh hands went to
the pumps, but all they could do was in vain.

“All hands into the boats?” shouted our captain.

There was not a moment to lose. I got hold of Mr Ormsby’s sextant and
chronometer, and scarcely had I leaped with them into one of the boats,
than the schooner gave a plunge, and down she went, her pennant
streaming up, the last object seen as she disappeared beneath the
surface. The end of it, however, floated for a few seconds. She had
gone down, it was evident, in shallow water.

“Hillo! what is that buoy floating there?” asked the captain.

My heart gave a jump of pleasure.

“It’s Mr Ormsby’s chest,” I answered, and I told him what I had done.
The launch and pinnace were ordered up, and in a short time the chest
was weighed and safely got on board, and I got highly praised for being
the means of saving it. The surviving pirates being taken out of the
prows, they were set on fire, and we watched them burning to the
water’s edge, while we sailed away after their companions.

“What are we to do with these black fellows, I wonder?” I asked of
Sergeant Turbot.

“Why, I suppose, Jack, they will all be hung, as a lesson to their
friends,” he replied, “not to go and do the same; but to my mind these
fellows are terribly hard to teach.”



Chapter Eleven.
In the Pirate Stronghold.


The navigation of those seas is ticklish work, and we knew that unless
great care was taken, we might run the old _Roarer_ on a rock, as we
had the little _Fawn_, with much more serious consequences—once hard
and fast, we were not likely to get the old barky off again. A lookout
was stationed at the foretop mast-head, and at the fore yard-arms, to
watch the appearance of the sea, and give notice of any change of
colour; while the hands were at their stations, ready to shorten sail,
or to brace the yards sharp up, should any danger appear ahead. Danger,
however, was not likely to deter Captain Sharpe in any course which he
conceived it his duty to follow.

“These pirates must be put down,” I heard him observe to Mr Blunt. “The
only way to do so is to follow them up whenever we can get tidings of
them, to burn their villages and their vessels, and to hang them
whenever we can catch them in the act. They understand no other kind of
treatment. I remember once, in the Mediterranean, capturing a Greek
pirate. We let him go, as he showed a letter from the master of a
merchantman, in which great gratitude was expressed for the way in
which the Greek had behaved. We found, however, that the fellow had
plundered the vessel of everything of value immediately after he had
got possession of the letter. I caught him again the following year,
and asked him how, after once he had been so generously pardoned, he
could think of returning to his piratical ways.

”‘Ah, signore,’ he answered, ‘it is our nature. Had you hung me then, I
should no longer have gone pirating.’

“We put an effectual stop to his career this time, and he submitted
with the most perfect grace; it was our business to hang him—it was his
fate to be hung.”

I did not forget our captain’s remarks. I felt much pleased when Mr
Ormsby sent to desire that I might attend on him while he lay suffering
from his wound.

“I know that I can trust him to you, Junker,” said the surgeon, “and
take care he has his medicine at the exact hour I mark down.”

“I am thankful to have you by me, Jack,” said Mr Ormsby. “You have
behaved admirably, and I shall always be glad to render you any
assistance in my power.”

I will not say that these remarks did not raise me somewhat in my own
estimation. I do not see how it could have been otherwise; and vague
ideas of what I might perhaps become by-and-by, floated through my
mind. I was the son of a marine only, but then he was a sergeant, and
my mother was certainly a lady by birth, though she might have been
supposed to have lowered herself when she married my honest father.
“Well, well, that may be all nonsense,” I thought over and over again,
“and yet, if there is an opportunity, I will try to distinguish myself.
I may, to be sure, get knocked on the head, and then there will be an
end to the matter; but still, people do go through all sorts of
dangers, and come out without even a scratch.” All day long the
_Roarer_ ran on, when towards evening we stood into a bay, where she
brought up. It was supposed that the pirates were hiding away in the
neighbourhood, and during the night a bright lookout was kept, lest any
of the prows, not aware of our vicinity, might be stealing by. I sat
up, as long as I could keep awake, with Mr Ormsby; but at length the
surgeon sent me to my hammock, he or one of the midshipmen taking my
place. He, however, had a good deal himself to do, looking after the
other wounded men. When the sun rose there was not a breath of wind,
the water in the bay looking like a polished mirror, so clear, that we
could see the fish swimming about, far down below the surface. At
length the land breeze came off the shore, the anchor was hove up, and
we once more made sail. I may as well say that this sort of work
continued for several days. Mr Ormsby was gradually recovering, so that
he did not require much of my attendance. Dicky Plumb met me one day.

“Jack,” he said, “I have been making interest, in case there is any
boat-work, that I may be employed, and I have asked, if I go, that you
may go also. Of course the old _Roarer_ herself is never likely to get
hold of any of these fellows. They can see her coming, and hide away
without difficulty, but with the boats it may be a very different
matter.”

The very day after this we brought up as usual in a sheltered bay, the
high points on either side covered with trees completely concealing the
ship. It was dusk before we came to an anchor, so that, unless the
people on shore had been expressly looking for us, we were very likely
to have escaped observation. As soon as the sails were furled, the
captain issued an order for five boats to be got ready, and armed with
provisions for a couple of days, and it soon became known that he
himself intended to lead our expedition in search of the pirates. The
captain went in one of the boats, the second-lieutenant with the master
and two mates in the others. Dicky told me he was going with Mr Mason.

“And you are to take an oar in the boat, as Barket, who belongs to her,
is ill. Depend upon it, we shall see some fun. The captain would not
trouble himself, unless he felt pretty sure of bagging a few pirates.”

There was a thin crescent moon in the sky, just sufficient to enable us
to see the land, but not affording light enough to betray our approach
to any of the people on shore. I should say that two days before we had
fallen in with a trading junk proceeding northward. Captain Sharpe had
questioned the master, and having treated him very liberally, obtained,
I fancy, a good deal of information from him. As the Chinaman sailed
away to the northward, there was no danger of his carrying the
information of our being on the coast to the pirates, had he been so
disposed. He, however, was probably very thankful to us for
endeavouring to put an end to the career of those “ocean gatherers of
blackmail.”

The men, having had their suppers, got ready for the expedition. We all
had pistols in our belts and cutlasses by our sides, while in each boat
there were several muskets besides those carried by the marines. In the
bow of the launch, as also in that of the pinnace, there was a long
brass gun, which could throw a shot well able to send a pirate prow to
the bottom in the course of a few discharges. The captain gave the
order to shove off, and following him closely, the flotilla of boats
pulled away to the southward. I could not help looking every now and
then at the big ship, as her dark hull, and masts and yards rose up
against the clear sky. Our oars had been muffled, so that the pirates
might not be warned of our approach. The only sound heard was the light
splash of the blades, as they clove the calm surface of the water, and
the light ripple caused by our stems as we glided through it. We had to
round a high wooded point, which in a short time hid the ship from our
sight. We now coasted along at some distance from the land, but
sufficiently near to discover any prows which might be at anchor. Hour
after hour we pulled on, but no suspicious craft were seen which might
tempt us to overhaul them. Not a word was exchanged between the
different boats, for sound is carried at night over a calm
sea—especially in that clear atmosphere—to an immense distance, and had
we laughed or talked, we might easily have betrayed our approach.

“Slow work this, Mason,” whispered Mr Plumb. “I hope, however, we shall
have our reward before long.”

We soon after this saw behind us a high wooded point, very like the one
near which the _Roarer_ lay. Just then the captain dropped alongside
each boat, and told the officers to be prepared, as he fully believed
we should find a fleet of piratical prows on the other side. This put
us all on the look-out. Each man might be seen tightening his belt, and
feeling to ascertain that his pistol was ready at hand. Keeping close
together, we followed our brave leader round the point. Scarcely had we
opened the bay, when we made out a large fleet of prows at anchor,
close in with the shore. It would have been difficult to count them.

“Lads,” said the captain, as he again dropped alongside, “I expect you
to be cool and obey orders. You are to attack each prow in succession.
Two will attack one and two the other, and I will move on to wherever I
am most required. No cheering till we are actually on board and the
vessel is our own. We must make sharp work of it, and I hope daylight
will see the pirate fleet either taken or destroyed. No cheering, lads,
now. That is just what I expect you to do.”

Saying this, the captain once more took his position at the head of the
little squadron. How calm and quiet and peaceable looked that bay! Not
a ripple broke the surface of the water, which reflected the stars that
glittered in the clear heaven. Like a snake springing on its prey, the
line of boats advanced towards the prows. Our approach was not
perceived, as far as we could judge. Probably the Malays, trusting in
their numbers, and not aware of the neighbourhood of the ship, kept no
watch. There was one awkward question, which I suppose our captain had
asked himself—Were the people we were going to attack really pirates or
honest traders? He, I conclude, had received information which made him
sure that they were pirates; if not, that they had been, or would be,
if opportunity offered. If they were the gentry who had burned the
merchant vessel and attacked the _Fawn_, they deserved punishment,
there was no doubt about that. Steadily we advanced, every moment
expecting to have a fire of gingals opened upon us. The pirates slept
soundly; not even a dog barked on board any of their vessels. As we got
nearer we saw the masts of a square-rigged vessel rising up in their
midst. She was probably their prize. This made our captain more certain
that they were the pirates he hoped to find. On we steadily went till
the leading boat was within twenty yards of a large prow, two others
appearing close astern of her, while the others were anchored in line,
the barque—for such she appeared to be—inside of all; indeed, from the
way she heeled over, we judged that she was aground. There seemed to be
every probability of our getting on board unobserved, when suddenly a
shout was heard from the deck of the nearest prow, and a bullet
directly afterwards whistled over our heads. Numerous other wild cries
and shouts arose from the nearest vessel, quickly taken up by those
astern of her.

“On, lads!” cried our captain. “Remember my directions?”

Scarcely had he spoken, when his boat dashed alongside the prow, two
others following his example; we pushed on to the next. There was no
time for thought before we were clambering up her side and engaged hand
to hand in a desperate conflict with her dark-skinned crew, looking
still darker in the gloom of night, grinning, and shouting, and hacking
away at us with their sharp sabres, while others fired their matchlocks
and gingals in our faces. Our pistols and cutlasses, were, however,
well matched to them; I kept close to Dicky Plumb, who sprang on board
with the greatest gallantry. The glitter of Dicky’s uniform seemed to
excite the fury of the Malays; three big fellows making a dash at him
together. I turned aside the sword of one fellow who was about to cut
him down; but it would have gone hard with him, had not Ned Rawlings,
who was with us, sprung forward, and with a sweep of his cutlass
settled the other two; the remainder of the crew, finding that
resistance was vain, leaped overboard, and attempted to swim on shore.
No quarter was asked for; the pirates were not accustomed to give it
themselves, and probably expected none. In ten minutes not a Malay
remained alive on board. According to orders, as soon as we had
captured one vessel, we leaped again into our boats, and pulled off to
the next; in another instant we were alongside her, with pikes being
poked down at us, and matchlocks and gingals fired in our faces. Though
two of our men had been wounded, no one as yet had been killed. In
spite of the warm reception we met with, we managed to climb on board,
and we went through much the same scene as that before enacted; we
found the Malays no despicable enemies, for they fought with the
greatest desperation, even when all hope of victory had been lost. As
on board the other vessel, no one would yield; and after a third of the
crew had been killed, the remainder sprang overboard, some being
drowned, others, probably, reaching the shore in safety. It might have
been wise if we had set the captured prows on fire immediately; but
probably our captain wished to recover the cargo of the barque, which
they might have got on board, and therefore spared them till there was
time to search their holds.

We went on from vessel to vessel, not always seeing what became of
those who jumped overboard. We had captured eight or ten in this way,
when the remainder were seen to be cutting their cables, and running on
shore; at the same time, the first vessel we had captured was observed
to be moving; there could be little doubt that the Malays who had
jumped overboard from the other prows had contrived to reach her; as
she was the largest, and had a considerable amount of cargo on board,
they probably thought it worth while running every risk in the hope of
escaping with her. Mr Mason was the first to discover what had
occurred, and ordered us immediately into the boat; we then pulled away
in chase. The prow was making towards a point which formed one side of
the bay; she had already got a considerable start before she had been
perceived. We had had by this time one of our number killed and two
wounded, who, though they persisted in keeping at the oars, could not
put forth their usual strength; one, indeed, had before long to give
up; still Mr Mason persevered, hoping to overtake the prow before she
could reach the shore. As we shoved off from the last vessel we had
taken, he shouted to the crew of the boat which had boarded with us,
saying where we were going; but probably he was not heard, for we were
left to make chase alone. We had four marines with us, who stood up
every now and then, and fired at the enemy, but that only made them
pull away the faster; we were gaining on them, but not very rapidly.
Now and then, the enemy fired at us in return.

“Pull away, lads I pull away!” shouted Dicky every now and then,
helping the stroke oar.

The prow was getting nearer and nearer the shore. It seemed very
doubtful whether we should overtake her before she reached it. Still,
the example set by Captain Sharpe was followed by his officers. His
motto was “Persevere,” so was theirs. At length the prow got within
twenty fathoms of the beach. We were almost up with her, when the other
wounded man I spoke of gave in, sinking down, poor fellow! at his oar.
This hindered us when we were almost up to the vessel. Once more we
were on the point of hooking on, when the prow dashed high up on the
beach. At that moment, a number of men with firearms rushed out from
among the trees and rocks, and began peppering away at us.

“We will board her first, and drive them away afterwards,” shouted Mr
Mason, springing up the side of the vessel.

Dicky Plumb and I followed him, with Ned Rawlings, the marines covering
us with their muskets as we did so. The enemy soon gave way, the
greater number rushing over the bows and wading on shore. We had
recaptured the prow, but just as we were congratulating ourselves on
our easy victory, bright flames burst forth from the fore part of the
vessel, spreading rapidly. To extinguish them was impossible.

“To the boats, lads!” shouted Mr Mason, “or the craft may be blowing up
and carrying us with her. We must punish these fellows, however.”

The warning came just in time. Scarcely had we jumped into the boat and
made towards the beach, than up went the vessel, almost overwhelming us
with her burning fragments; indeed, it seemed a wonder that we should
have escaped, so close were we at the time. Many pieces, indeed, fell
on the outside of us—no large portion, happily, striking the boat. Led
by Mr Mason, we dashed on shore, and with our four marines, who had
fixed bayonets—the rest of us armed with cutlasses—charged the enemy.
They ran away—the wisest thing they could do, but we followed, which
was not at all a wise thing. The Malays first fled along the beach, we
every now and then firing at them; then they turned inland. Still, as
long as we kept sight of them, Mr Mason led us on. Rocks and trees were
on either side of us. Just as we were leaving the beach, I thought I
heard a shout from the boat, in which were the wounded men and a couple
of hands left to keep her afloat. Our blood was up, Mr Mason vowing
that, though the Malays might run fast, he would overtake them. We had
now got a considerable distance from the beach, when our enemies
disappeared. They had evidently concealed themselves among the trees
and rocks. It was equally evident that we had done a very foolish
thing. All we could now do was to retrace our steps; that, however, was
not quite so easy a matter. Before we had moved a hundred yards we
discovered that we had lost our way. With daylight we might have found
it, but in the darkness we could not discover a glimpse of the sea.
Just then we caught sight of numerous dark forms appearing above the
rocks and among the trees. Slowly they closed in upon us. We were
surrounded by our enemies; there was no doubt about that. They were
well armed with matchlocks, for we saw the matches fizzing away at
their belts, while we had only four muskets and half a dozen pistols.
Our cutlasses and the marines’ bayonets would have enabled us, perhaps,
to have fought our way out from among our enemies, could we have seen
it.

“There is no help for it; I am afraid it is all up with us, lads!”
cried Mr Mason, as some fifty armed men pressed closer and closer round
us. “We must sell our lives dearly!”

The threatening gestures of the enemy showed us that we must do this,
if we could not escape. An open space, however, appeared before us.

“Fire, and then charge?” cried Mr Mason.

The order was obeyed. Several of the Malays fell, and on we dashed.
They, in return, however, poured in a shower of bullets upon us, which
knocked over two of the marines, and hit another of the seamen.

“On, on, lads! We must regain the beach!” cried Mr Mason; and we fought
our way on for another fifty yards.

The Malays had, however, in the meantime reloaded their pieces, and a
second deadly discharge was poured in upon us. Our leader fell, as did
the two marines and three more of our men. Ned Rawlings, Dicky, and I,
indeed, were the only ones of the whole party untouched. Hearing poor
Mr Mason groan, Dicky and I stooped down to lift up his head.

“I just now caught sight of the water,” cried Ned Rawlings. “If you
will help him up on my back, I’ll carry him off to the boat.” We
instantly lifted Mr Mason on Ned’s broad shoulders, and as the Malays
did not press on us, there seemed a possibility of success. They,
however, seeing only two persons able to fight, now made a rush towards
us. We, of course, thought our last moments had come. Resistance was
useless. Instead, however, of cutting us down, they seized us by the
arms, wrenched our cutlasses out of our hands, and dragged us along as
prisoners. They soon caught hold of Ned, who, however, would not let Mr
Mason go. He was soon brought up to where we were. Mr Mason could, by
this time, scarcely speak.

“Put me down, my good fellow,” he said, “it is useless; I have received
my deathblow; I only hope these fellows will not murder you and the
lads. Put me down, I beg you; you only increase my suffering by
attempting to carry me.”

Very unwillingly, Ned obeyed him. Mr Mason then made signs to the
Malays, entreating them to spare our lives; and trying to explain to
them, that if they did so, we should certainly be ransomed, and they
would be the gainers. They seemed to understand him, for they held a
consultation together, as if to decide what was to be done with us. It
was an anxious time, for we knew that they were just as likely to
settle to cut off our heads as to allow them to remain on our
shoulders. We, meantime, sat down near poor Mr Mason; he had been shot
in two places, and though we managed to tie handkerchiefs over the
wounds, we could do no more. His voice grew weaker and weaker; at
length he made no answer to our remarks, and when I lifted up his hand
it fell helplessly by his side.

“He’s gone, lads,” said Ned Rawlings. “He was a brave officer, but he
wanted judgment in bringing us into this fix.”

The Malays seemed to have decided to let us live; binding our arms
behind us, they dragged us all three off up the country. At length we
heard some dogs barking, and lights were seen glimmering ahead; and in
a few minutes we found ourselves in the midst of a village of huts,
with bamboo-built walls and roofs thatched with leaves. Dawn was just
breaking. A number of dark-skinned women and children came out,
chattering and screeching, and eagerly pressing round the white
prisoners.

“Keep up your spirits, Jack!” said Dicky to me. “If we put a bold face
on the matter we are more likely to gain their respect than if we allow
them to suppose that we are frightened.”

The inhabitants having satisfied their curiosity, we were carried into
a hut, in which we all three were shut up; the furniture consisting
only of a mat spread on the ground.

“Can’t say I like the look of those chaps,” said Ned Rawlings to me.
“Shouldn’t be surprised but what after all they meant to kill and eat
us. I have heard say that there are some chaps in these parts who do
that sort of thing.”

“I hope not,” I observed. “I think they would have knocked us on the
head at first, if they had intended to do so; and, considering that
they must feel rather savage at having their vessels destroyed, we are
fortunate in not being killed.”

“Well, the wisest thing we can do is to make the best of it,” observed
Mr Plumb; “and as I feel pretty tired I will lie down on this mat and
go to sleep.”

Saying this the midshipman coiled himself up on the ground, and in
another minute was snoring away as if he were in his own hammock. I
felt very much inclined to follow his example; Ned, however, seemed to
think that it was his duty to keep watch, and when I lay down, I saw
him still sitting up, and evidently intending to keep awake. In a very
few minutes I was as sound asleep as Mr Plumb; how long I had slept I
do not know, when I was awoke by the sound of firing, and loud shouts
and cheers in the distance; the midshipman also awoke, and we all sat
listening attentively, hoping that our friends were coming to the
rescue. The sounds grew louder and louder. Ned tried to force open the
door, but though made only of bamboo, the fastenings were so strong
that he could not succeed. Now arose the cries and shouts of the
Malays, and the sound of their matchlocks, as they fought desperately
to defend the approach to their village.

“If they are beaten, they will come in and knock us on the head in
revenge,” said Dicky Plumb. “It cannot be helped, though; I wish we
were out of this, however, for we might then have, at all events, a run
for life.”

The sounds grew louder and louder. It was evident that our captors were
being driven back.

“It is just like our captain,” observed Dicky. “When he found one of
the boats missing, he came on shore to look for her, and then
discovered this village, and determined to attack it, hoping to find us
inside. He will be very sorry when he hears of the death of Mr Mason
and the other poor fellows.”

“I think we could get out through the roof of this place, though we
cannot force open the door,” observed Ned, beginning to climb up the
side.

In a little time he had worked a hole in the thick thatch; in another
minute he was through it.

“Now, sir, catch hold of my hand and I’ll haul you up,” he said to Mr
Plumb.

The midshipman was speedily on the top of the hut; I followed, hauled
up by the same friendly hand, scarcely had I reached the top when the
door of the hut was opened, and we heard several voices utter
exclamations of surprise.

“Follow me,” whispered Mr Plumb; “there is not a moment to be lost! we
must run for it, that’s evident!”

We dropped down to the ground as noiselessly as we could. It was broad
daylight; but, happily, we had got to the rear of the hut, which, as it
seemed, was on the outside of the village. The ground was very wild and
rough, sloping rapidly down towards the sea.

We had got a considerable distance, however, before we were discovered.
As soon as we were seen the Malays pursued us, for they had no
intention that we should escape. Several shots were sent after us, but
from the roughness of the ground, as we kept leaping from rock to rock,
we escaped being hit. Our enemies pursued us, determined to prevent our
escape. If we were active, so were they; and away we all went, leaping
from rock to rock, they jumping as we did. A curious sight it must have
been to any one looking on. A stumble or fall would have been fatal. We
mercifully kept our legs; still, they were overtaking us, when we
caught sight of a party of our own men, who finding that side of the
hill undefended were advancing towards the village. We ran towards
them. And now the tables were turned, and the Malays had to scramble
back as fast as they had come. In the meantime Captain Sharpe with the
main body was fighting his way up towards the village, the road being
desperately defended by the piratical inhabitants. Conducted by us, the
smaller party we had joined now attacked the enemy in flank. They at
length gave way, though they bravely covered the retreat of their women
and children. A large number of the men were killed, but we were too
glad to let the others escape. Having driven out the inhabitants, we
were now ordered to search for booty. We had soon ample proof of the
character of the people by the various bales of silk and cotton goods,
cutlery, and other articles which were discovered in different
store-houses, apparently the property of the Rajah and other principal
men. Having made a thorough search, and collected all the articles of
value to be found, we conveyed them down to the boats. This done, the
village was set on fire in several places, to secure its complete
destruction—no very difficult matter, considering the materials of
which it was composed. We then pulled back towards the barque which I
have before mentioned. Her unfortunate crew and passengers, for she
apparently had had some, were all murdered. Not a human being belonging
to her could be discovered. How the Malays had allowed Dicky, Rawlings,
and myself to escape, we could not at first tell. We had, I should say,
taken a few prisoners, and among them was a lad who was discovered to
be the Rajah’s son. It was concluded, therefore, that they had spared
our lives for the sake of exchanging us for him. Our victory was
complete; for we had captured all their prows, and recovered the
merchant vessel they had carried off. It had, however, been dearly
purchased; for we had lost the best part of a boat’s crew and a boat
which the Malays had destroyed. The cries we heard just before leaving
the beach we found afterwards had been those of our unfortunate
countrymen when they were attacked by the Malays, who had immediately
put them to death. As soon as all the articles of value had been taken
out of the prows and put on board the prize, they were set on fire,
and, burning rapidly, one after the other quickly went to the bottom.
The prize, I should have said, had been hove off the shore. A breeze
now springing up, sail was made, and taking our boats in tow, we stood
back to the _Roarer_. It was hoped that the lesson we had given the
pirates would make them and their friends behave better for the future.
We cruised for another fortnight in search of any similar gentry. The
barque was very useful, as while we lay at anchor, concealed in some
wooded bay, she was sent out to act as a bait, for the purpose of
drawing any pirates from their lairs. Fifty hands were sent on board
her, including a dozen marines, besides which she was armed with four
long sixes and half a dozen brass swivels. After all, however, the
pirates were too wary, and the bait did not take. At length, without
any further success, our time to remain in those seas was up, and
Captain Sharpe had, according to orders, to proceed to Calcutta.



Chapter Twelve.
I Get Promoted.


We brought up for a few days at Singapore. It is a large place,
numerous fine buildings, warehouses, public edifices, and private
residences extending along the shore to a considerable distance, while
the harbour is full of vessels of all nations from China, Japan,
Russia, America, and every portion of the Eastern seas. I had never
before seen such a curious collection of rigs, the _Roarer_ looking
somewhat like a leviathan among minnows. Summary justice was here
executed on the pirates we had captured, many of them having been taken
red-handed from the murder of the crew of the barque. They themselves
died with the most perfect indifference, fully impressed with the idea
that they had lived excellent lives, and that their last act was highly
meritorious. It was necessary, however, to read a lesson to the crews
of the numberless vessels crowding the harbour, who would carry an
account of the execution wherever they went, and show the piratical
tribes that the English were determined to make them change their mode
of life for one of a more peaceable character, and more conducive to
the prosperity of commerce in those regions. The son of the Rajah whom
we had captured was, however, pardoned; and it was made known that this
was in consequence of the way we had been treated by our captors. The
young gentleman was, however, not allowed to return to his family and
friends, but kept at Singapore that he might receive instruction, and
be induced to lead a more creditable life than his father and his
ancestors had probably done. At first he begged very hard that instead
of going to school he might be taken off and hung at the yard-arm as
his friends had been. However, he shortly became reconciled to his lot,
and is, I have reason to believe, by this time a very respectable
member of civilised society.

Sergeant Turbot told me that in his younger days he had come out to
Singapore when it was little better than a sandbank with a few
tumble-down huts upon it, inhabited by the followers of the Rajah,
whose chief occupation was to pounce out and rob all passers-by.

“That was a good many years ago, as you may suppose,” said the
sergeant. “There was, however, at that time, a man out in these parts
who had a head on his shoulders. He was called Sir Stamford Raffles. He
was Governor of Java, which our Government, very foolishly, afterwards
gave up to the Dutch, who owned it before we took it. Well, Sir
Stamford saw that it was very important to have a place to which the
traders in those seas could resort under English protection, and so he
got the Government to purchase the island from the Malay owners, and it
was established as a free port. That was all that was done. People very
quickly came and bought the land and built the warehouses, and the
place became what you now see it.”

We had to keep a bright look-out as we passed through the Straits of
Malacca. We made the northern end of Sumatra and were about a couple of
days’ sail from it when the weather gave indications of a coming
typhoon. All hands were on deck shortening sail when down it came upon
us. Over heeled the old ship, and it seemed at first as if the masts
would be taken out of her, or that she would go over altogether. She
righted, however, and by desperate exertions she was made snug before
any great damage was done. It reminded us somewhat of the one we had
encountered at Hong Kong, but it was not so severe. Had we, however,
delayed another five minutes in shortening sail, it would have made us
look very foolish. All night we lay hove-to, trusting to One who looks
after sailors, but feeling that we could do very little for ourselves.
Next morning by daybreak the weather began to moderate. The hands had
just been sent aloft to shake a reef out of the topsails, when Dicky
Plumb, who was in the foretop, shouted out—

“A vessel on the lee bow! Dismasted! She seems a large ship, sir!”

All eyes were turned in the direction to which Mr Plumb pointed, but as
yet the ship could not be seen from the deck. Mr Ormsby accordingly
went aloft, and soon found that Mr Plumb was right. The _Roarer_ was
accordingly kept away towards her. As we approached her we saw signals
of distress flying from a spar which had been secured to the stump of
the mainmast, and, on passing near her, a man held up a board on which
was written, “We are sinking! No time to be lost!”

There was, however, still a good deal of sea running, and it was no
easy matter for a boat to go alongside a vessel rolling as she was,
without any masts to steady her. Captain Sharpe, however, was not a man
to desert his fellow-creatures in distress; indeed, I may say, it would
be hard to find a captain in the British navy who would do so. We
accordingly hove-to to leeward of the ship, and made a signal that we
would send assistance as soon as possible. After waiting for a little
time the boats were lowered. Mr Blunt went in one of them, and Mr
Ormsby in the other. We watched them anxiously as they pulled towards
the dismasted ship. Now they seemed as if about to be thrown upon her
deck; now they sank down, and it appeared impossible that they could
escape being crushed by her as she rolled over. At length, however,
with great risk they got alongside, and we could see several women and
children being lowered into them, and also a few men. At length they
once more shoved off, and we watched them anxiously as they returned to
the _Roarer_. I was standing near Dicky Plumb at the time they
approached the ship; I saw him fix his eyes intently on one of the
boats; he seized a glass and looked towards it:—

“Yes, I’m sure I’m right! Why, I do believe there is my respected
mother! Yes, and there is the Brigadier and my sisters! Yes, yes! How
wonderful! Pray Heaven they may be got on board in safety!” he added,
with more feeling than I had ever before known him exhibit.

Every preparation had been made by Captain Sharpe to get the people out
of the boats as they came alongside. The young ladies were first lifted
up, for Mrs Brigadier would not go till she had seen them and her
husband safe on board; she came last, and not till then did she
discover that the ship was the _Roarer_, and that her son was on board.
She received Dicky very affectionately; again and again she pressed him
in her arms, and the tears rolled down her somewhat furrowed cheeks. Of
course, his father and sisters exhibited the feeling that might have
been expected. The boats returned immediately to the ship; and, to make
a long story short, all the people from her were got safely on board;
scarcely, however, had the last person left her, when her bows lifted,
and then down she went as if to make a long dive; we looked, and looked
in vain; she was never more destined to come up again.

“Oh, Jack!” said Dicky, a short time afterwards to me, “I am so
thankful that my father and mother, and those dear sisters of mine,
were got safely on board the _Roarer_; suppose we had been too late,
and they had all gone to the bottom! And, I say, Jack, I have been
talking about you; and have told them all the things you have been
doing; and they want to see you, and have a talk with you; the captain,
too, I can tell you, has been praising you, and said—what I have often
said—that you ought to be on the quarter-deck.”

I thanked Master Dicky for his kind wishes; but replied (and I must
honestly confess I did not speak the truth), that I had no ambition
that way, but was very jovial and happy where I was.

“Maybe, Jack,” he answered, “but I rather think you would find yourself
still more jovial and happy as a midshipman.”

Well, I had to go on the quarter-deck, where Mrs Brigadier shook hands
with me, as did the young ladies and the Brigadier himself.

“I have heard a good deal about you, young man,” said the old officer,
taking me aside. “If it had not been for you I should have lost my son;
and, since then, I hear you have done many gallant things. I think also
that there is another reason why Mrs Brigadier is bound to give you a
helping hand. Do you happen to know your mother’s maiden name?”

“Evans, sir—Mary Evans.”

“I thought so,” he said; “Evans was my wife’s name. There were two
sisters: one married a private of marines, and the other a captain, as
I then was; but blood is blood, and I am not the man to deny its
claims. Your father is a fine, honest fellow, and I should not have
been ashamed to call him brother-in-law therefore; in fact, Jack
Junker, you are my nephew.”

I will not say how I felt; indeed, I cannot very clearly. I know I felt
very jovial; and my heart bumped and thumped in a way it had never done
before. I thanked my uncle, the Brigadier, for his kindness; and told
him I was very glad I had been of service to his son—though I little
dreamed at the time that he was my cousin—and that I liked him for
himself; and that ever since I had been on board the _Roarer_ he had
proved a steady friend to me. I confess one thing—I could not help
secretly hoping that my new aunt would not be too demonstrative in her
affection. Dicky soon afterwards came up, and shook me warmly by the
hand.

“You are to be on the quarter-deck from this day forward,” he
exclaimed. “I am so glad! I have not been more jovial for many a day.
The Brigadier is to get your outfit, so you will have no trouble or
bother about the matter.”

This announcement was confirmed soon afterwards by Captain Sharpe
himself, who complimented me very kindly on my conduct on several
occasions; and said that even had not the Brigadier and my aunt made
the application, he himself purposed endeavouring to obtain an
appointment for me on our arrival in England. From that day I entered
the midshipmen’s berth; and, to the credit of my new messmates, I must
say they treated me with the greatest kindness and consideration. Of
course, I was only provisionally a midshipman, but there was no doubt
of my appointment being confirmed by the proper authorities, as
captains have no longer the power they once had of making midshipmen.

Dicky and I had a very pleasant time of it at Calcutta; he, generous
fellow, insisting on calling me cousin, and introducing me wherever he
went. We were both very sorry when at length the ship was ordered away
on her return to England; however, our feelings were not shared in by
the majority of the officers and ship’s company, who rejoiced at the
thoughts of once more returning to the shores of their native land. By
the time we reached England, I found that my father had gone to sea, my
sisters were married, and our poor stepmother had been driven out of
existence by her uproarious offspring. Ned Rawlings, on our arrival, in
consequence of the recommendation of Captain Sharpe, got his warrant as
a boatswain. Sergeant Turbot went on shore with his company, and he
told me that he thought if he was ever ordered foreign again, he must
quit the service.

“As long as I have got a ship’s deck or a plain to fight on—provided
there’s not much marching—it’s all very well, Jack,” he said; “but if I
had to climb a hill, I should run a risk of losing my honour, if not my
life, for up it I never could get.”

I was very glad to find that shortly afterwards he got a snug little
appointment, and was never likely again to be sent to sea.

Little Joss, who had accompanied us to England, remained on shore as a
servant in Captain Sharpe’s family. Becoming a Christian, he had no
desire to return to his own country; and being a faithful and
intelligent fellow, he ultimately became the captain’s butler, a
position he still holds.

I occasionally have the honour of dining with my old captain, and at no
house am I so well looked after by the servants. I always stop
afterwards to have a yarn about the Flowery Land with Mr Joss. He tells
me that he thinks he could do very well at Hong Kong, and I should not
be surprised to find him going off to establish himself there, with the
wages gained during his long and faithful service.

Dicky and I, soon afterwards, through Captain Sharpe’s interest, got
appointed to a smart frigate; and when she was paid off, he having
served his time, received his promotion as a lieutenant. All nonsense
had long since been knocked out of him; and he was a universal
favourite with officers and men, and acknowledged to be as gallant a
fellow as ever walked a ship’s deck.

Captain Sharpe is now an admiral, and highly esteemed in the service.
One of my cousins married Mr Ormsby, who a short time before had been
made a commander; and when I am not at sea I always find a pleasant
home at his house, or at that of my kind-hearted uncle, who, after a
few more years’ service, returned to England, and, in spite of his
liver, has managed to live to a green old age. Mrs Brigadier has in no
way changed; and owing to her exertions, Dicky, in a short time, was
made a commander, and I became a lieutenant—a rank I at present hold.
My friends flatter me, by saying that I am such a very good
first-lieutenant, that it would be a loss to the service to make me a
commander. I am jovial and contented as ever; and after all, in my
opinion, I am in a far more enviable position than many who, as they
think, have risen to the summit of fame.


The End.





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