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SIR HENRY KEPPEL</p> + +<p class="center fs80 mth">G.C.B., D.C.L.</p> + + +<p class="center mt2">VOL. I.</p> + + +<p class="center mt2 fs120 blackletter">London</p> +<p class="center fs120">MACMILLAN AND CO., <span class="smcap">Limited</span></p> +<p class="center fs80 mtq">NEW YORK: THE MACMILLAN COMPANY</p> +<p class="center mtq">1899</p> + +<p class="center fs80 mt1"><i>All rights reserved</i></p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">[ix]</span></p> +</div> + +<table class="toc"> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_I'>CHAPTER I</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr fs50" colspan='2' style='margin-top: -1em;'>PAGE</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">1809–1822</td> +<td class="tdr">1</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_II'>CHAPTER II</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, 1824</td> +<td class="tdr">26</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_III'>CHAPTER III</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Tweed</span></td> +<td class="tdr">46</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_IV'>CHAPTER IV</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Tweed</span></td> +<td class="tdr">55</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_V'>CHAPTER V</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Tweed</span></td> +<td class="tdr">66</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_VI'>CHAPTER VI</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">England</td> +<td class="tdr">92</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_VII'>CHAPTER VII</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">[x]</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Galatea</span></td> +<td class="tdr">101</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_VIII'>CHAPTER VIII</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span></td> +<td class="tdr">119</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_IX'>CHAPTER IX</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span></td> +<td class="tdr">127</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_X'>CHAPTER X</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span></td> +<td class="tdr">147</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XI'>CHAPTER XI</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span></td> +<td class="tdr">153</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XII'>CHAPTER XII</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">England</td> +<td class="tdr">160</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIII'>CHAPTER XIII</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Childers</span> Brig</td> +<td class="tdr">165</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIV'>CHAPTER XIV</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Childers</span> Brig</td> +<td class="tdr">174</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XV'>CHAPTER XV</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The Carlist Question</td> +<td class="tdr">184</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVI'>CHAPTER XVI</a> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xi">[xi]</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The Carlist War</td> +<td class="tdr">192</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVII'>CHAPTER XVII</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Childers</span> Brig</td> +<td class="tdr">198</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVIII'>CHAPTER XVIII</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Childers</span>—West Coast of Africa</td> +<td class="tdr">202</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIX'>CHAPTER XIX</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Cape Coast Castle</td> +<td class="tdr">217</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XX'>CHAPTER XX</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The <span class='ships'>Childers</span> Brig</td> +<td class="tdr">226</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXI'>CHAPTER XXI</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">A Rendezvous of Cruisers</td> +<td class="tdr">231</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXII'>CHAPTER XXII</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">England</td> +<td class="tdr">246</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIII'>CHAPTER XXIII</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Shore Time</td> +<td class="tdr">251</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIV'>CHAPTER XXIV</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Dido</span> Corvette</td> +<td class="tdr">255</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xii">[xii]</span><a href='#CHAPTER_XXV'>CHAPTER XXV</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—China</td> +<td class="tdr">269</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVI'>CHAPTER XXVI</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—China</td> +<td class="tdr">277</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVII'>CHAPTER XXVII</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—Straits of Malacca</td> +<td class="tdr">282</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVIII'>CHAPTER XXVIII</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—Borneo</td> +<td class="tdr">292</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIX'>CHAPTER XXIX</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—Borneo</td> +<td class="tdr">311</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXX'>CHAPTER XXX</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—China</td> +<td class="tdr">322</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXI'>CHAPTER XXXI</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—Calcutta</td> +<td class="tdr">331</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc' colspan='2'><a href='#INDEX'>INDEX</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="ILLUSTRATIONS">ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +</div> + +<table class='illustrations'> +<tr> +<th class="tdc fs80" style='width: 25em;'>SUBJECT</th> +<th class="tdc fs80" style='width: 10em;'>ARTIST</th> +<th class="tdc fs80" style='width: 5em;'>PAGE</th> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">“There was life in the ‘small thing’”</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>J. W. Houghton</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_frontis'>Frontispiece</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">A Successful Operation</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_003'>3</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Pio Mingo</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>E. Caldwell</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_006'>6</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Sir Francis Burdett</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>From an engraving</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_008'>8</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Sir Francis Burdett’s Carriage</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>J. W. Houghton</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_009'>9</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">A Compliment to Sir Francis</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_010'>10</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Nelson’s Chair</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_015'>15</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Royal Naval College</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_018'>18</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The Attack</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_021'>21</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The Defence</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_023'>23</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">During the Examination</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_024'>24</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Meeting the Captain</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_027'>27</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Ship Mates</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_031'>31</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Consolation</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_035'>35</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Meet Lord Cochrane</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_037'>37</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Arrested</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_050'>50</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Vera Cruz</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Anon.</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_062'>62</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Holkham</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>W. H. Margetson</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_067'>67</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">View from Réduit</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Lady Colville</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_078'>78</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">A Colossal Tortoise</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>J. W. Houghton</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_080'>80</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Sir Lowry Cole</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Nina Daly</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_082'>82</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The Device of Jonas Coaker</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Fred. T. Jane</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_083'>83</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">“Keppel’s Folly”</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>E. Caldwell</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_089'>89</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Napoleon’s Grave</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Anon.</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_090'>90</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">At St. Margaret’s</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>J. W. Houghton</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_095'>95</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Nearly Frozen</td> +<td class="tdc">” ”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_099'>99</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The Poole Packet</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Fred. T. Jane</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_106'>106</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">The Dignity Ball</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>J. W. Houghton</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_111'>111</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Crossing Tampico Bar</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Fred. T. Jane</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_117'>117</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">An Elephant in Chase</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>E. Caldwell</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_131'>131</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">A Royal Salute</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Fred. T. Jane</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_138'>138</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Elephants with Young at Foot, Moowar Valley</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>E. Caldwell</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_142'>142</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Blue-jackets in Chase</td> +<td class="tdc">”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_144'>144</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Returning from the Funeral</td> +<td class="tdc">”</td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_151'>151</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> at Calcutta</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Fred. T. Jane</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_154'>154</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">West African Natives</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Anon.</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_206'>206</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">A Factory</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Anon.</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_213'>213</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">A Slaver</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Anon.</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_227'>227</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Hong Kong</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Anon.</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_265'>265</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Dido</span> at Chusan</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>R. B. Watson</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_267'>267</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Map of Malacca Straits and Singapore</td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_286'>286</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Rajah Brooke</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Nina Daly</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_289'>289</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Map—Eastern Archipelago</td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_293'>292</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">Map of Coast—Borneo</td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_293'>293</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class='ships'>Dido</span> at Sarawak</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>Anon.</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#i_303'>303</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">A River Scene</td> +<td class="tdl"><span class='source'>From photo by Dr. Johnstone</span></td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#i_320'>320</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span></p> +<p class='center fs200'>A Sailor’s Life under Four +Sovereigns</p> + +<h2 class="nobreak mt2" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'>1809–1822</p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1809. +June 14.</div> + +<p>The baptismal certificate announces my birth at +Earl’s Court, Kensington, on June 14, 1809.</p> + +<p>It was only in 1820 I learnt from my sister, +Mary, that three weeks after birth I was deposited +in my father’s footpan to be interred in a garden +at the back of the house, not being entitled to a +berth in consecrated ground.</p> + +<p>That mattered little, as before the final screwing +down the old nurse discovered there was life in the +“small thing.”</p> + +<p>I was christened at Kensington. Henry, Lord +Holland, became responsible for my sins, a similar +kind act having been conferred by Charles James +Fox upon my elder brother; after which I was +removed to join the others at Quidenham.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1815.</div> + +<p>Later on I recollect the nurse trying to frighten +us by saying “Boney was coming,” and how glad we +children were when we heard of the defeat of that +hero at Waterloo; accomplished, as I then believed, +by my brother George, an Ensign in the 14th Foot!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1817.</div> + +<p>My dear mother died at Holkham in 1817.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1818.</div> + +<figure class='figleft' id='i_002'> + <img class='v50' src='images/i_002.png' alt=''> +</figure> + +<p>At the beginning of 1818 my younger brother<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[2]</span> +Tom and I were sent to a school at Needham +Market, kept by the Rev. James Wood, a short, +muscular man, wearing knee-breeches and powdered +hair. A nice wife and children; the latter played +with us smaller boys. His brother, a merchant at +Lisbon, used to send cases of oranges, which were +stowed in the upper shelf of a large cupboard. +When in the humour, the master chucked them to +us from a ladder singly, giving lessons in catching.</p> + +<p>From Portugal we had two schoolfellows, Francisco +Nunes Sweezer Vizeu and Alvaro Lopes Pereira. +They were kind to me, the smallest boy, and I have +never forgotten them.</p> + +<p>While there, a young man named Long, who was +training for Holy Orders, came occasionally to read +with Mr. Wood. He gave me a brass gun mounted +on wheels, and a promise of sixpence if I would fire +it off during school-time.</p> + +<p>At my end of the table I arranged, with books, a +screened battery, with the +rear open; and then, under +pretence of drying my slate +at the fire, heated a wire, +which was applied according +to instructions. The explosion +was loud; books +flew in all directions; the +gun bounded over my head +and lost itself behind a row +of books, where it remained +until next half.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_003'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_003.png' alt=''> + <figcaption>A Successful Operation.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>The master tore open his +waistcoat to ascertain where +he was shot, and then seized +his cane; for some minutes I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span> +dodged under the table and over the stools, but +caught it at last. I was unable to sit, and so went +to bed.</p> + +<p>My father had in his possession a letter from the +Rev. James Wood, stating that I had fired a gun at +him, and that “Mr. Thomas” had thrown a slate at +his head divested of its frame!</p> + +<p>The following half, as the warm weather approached, +I succeeded in finding where the master kept his hair-powder, +and with it mixed some finely pounded sugar. +On coming into school, the flies soon found him, and +as he got warm his head became black instead of +white. This little game exceeded my expectations, +as, irritated beyond endurance, he dismissed us from +school. Among our playfellows was a Norfolk +neighbour, Edward Gurdon, who sang well and +tried to teach me!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1819.</div> + +<p>Our sister Sophia, who married Sir James +Macdonald, lived not far from Needham. They +drove over to take us to the launch of a ship at +Aldborough. On the return journey, I in the gig, +driven by the coachman following the phaeton, ran +foul of a fish-cart, and broke the shaft. I was +pitched on to the back of the horse, slipped down +the trace, and found my way to the phaeton. The +coachman had been taking his tea too strong.</p> + +<p>At the back of the schoolhouse was a gable-end, +up which a pear-tree had long before been trained. +The trunk stood some six feet from the wall; a +pathway which led to the stables ran parallel, on the +outer side of which were pointed rails. On top of +these, thin planks placed edgeways, up which jasmine +was trained.</p> + +<p>One afternoon a ball with which we had been +playing lodged in the upper part of the gable-end.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span> +I succeeded in reaching the ball, when the branch +gave way, and I descended with it in one hand and +the ball in the other; the only things that partially +checked my fall were the planks. I came down +impaled on the spiked rails! A messenger was +despatched to Quidenham; but there were plenty +of us: nobody came.</p> + +<p>We looked forward to our Christmas holidays. +My father kept a pack of beagles, much to our +delight as well as that of our neighbours, the Surtees +and Partridges, both large families and sporting, who, +with many others, made our meets very cheery.</p> + +<p>Hares there were in plenty. We boys had clever +ponies. Mine, Pio Mingo, was peculiar-looking—white, +with black spots, bushy mane and tail; showed +a good deal of the white of her eye. The like of +her might have been found at Astley’s. Both ponies +were undeniably clever at finding their way across +ditches and through fences, and generally much +nearer the hounds than pleased old Capes, the +huntsman. Most of the hounds, while running, +preferred the furrows to the open plough, as did +Mingo, much to the grief of poor little Dancer, +Rattler, and others.</p> + +<p>But Mingo’s great dislike was a hat, which my +elder brothers knew only too well. One Friday +morning, after a continued frost, horses and hounds +were brought out for an airing, and paraded in +front of the house. Fancying that I knew the +whereabouts of my brothers, I mounted Mingo in +the stable, and was sneaking along so as to get near +the protection of led horses.</p> + +<p>At that moment, through a villa garden gate, +appeared my Waterloo brother. He took off his +hat as if to give Mingo a feed of corn. I gripped<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span> +both mane and crupper, but the rattle of the +whip inside the hat was too much. Instead of a +somersault in the air, my left foot caught in the +stirrup.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_006'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_006.png' alt=''> + <figcaption>Pio Mingo.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>Away dashed Mingo, in among the horses, with +me in tow. Inside the house old Henley pulled +down the window-blinds, that my sisters might not +see the expected end. The confusion was great; led +horses got loose. I was eventually picked up senseless +on a heap of straw and pheasant food under a +tree. There was the deep cut of a horse’s tooth +across the seat of the saddle—a saddle which had been +given my brother George by the Princess Charlotte, +and on which we boys had learned to ride.</p> + +<p>On the Monday following I was again in the +saddle, with a stiffish leg and a few bruises, but none +the worse.</p> + +<p>Most Norfolk butlers took pride in their breed of +game-fowl, and old Henley considered his second to +none. The best cocks went periodically to Newmarket,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span> +their performances watched with interest only +inferior to that of the race-horses. Carrier-pigeons, +too, he bred. On one occasion the birds, hatched +from eggs brought from Newmarket, found their way +back as soon as able to fly—not more curious than +a dog carried in a hamper from Sussex to Scotland +finding its way back to Goodwood in a couple of days!</p> + +<p>Kenninghall Fair was an event for us children. +Admiral Lukin, from Felbrig Hall, visited Quidenham +at that time. He played the flute. The march +across the park with drums and fifes was imposing. +Not far from Felbrig we had another home at Lexham +Hall, belonging to the Walpole-Keppels. The whole +county appeared to work together except at election +time, when Wodehouse opposed Coke.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1820.</div> + +<p>About this time my brother Tom and I were +summoned to our father’s dressing-room, when he +informed us that it was time we selected a profession. +We both decided for the Navy. Father thought we +should have separate professions. As we disagreed, +I hit Tom in the eye, which he, being biggest, returned +with interest. When we had had enough, father +decided we should both be sailors.</p> + +<p>Similar politics, somewhat Radical, had years ago +brought the families of Coke and Keppel together, +and we looked forward with pleasure to our periodical +visits to Holkham. Mr. Coke had four daughters. +The eldest died before my time; three had married +peers—Andover, Rosebery, and Anson. Lady Andover, +who was early a widow, married secondly, the +good-looking and distinguished Captain Digby, who +commanded the <span class='ships'>Africa</span> at Trafalgar. Lady Anson had +two handsome sons; one we called Tom, who afterwards +became Lord Lichfield. He was descended +from Lord Anson who commanded the <span class='ships'>Centurion</span> and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span> +sailed round the world. On board was Augustus +Keppel, a midshipman, afterwards Lord Keppel.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">George IV.</div> + +<figure class='figleft' id='i_008'> + <img class='v50' src='images/i_008.png' alt=''> + <figcaption>Sir Francis Burdett.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>There was a younger son, William, in the Navy, +whom I met later. Eliza Anson became Lady +Waterpark, and +her sister Frederica +married the +Earl of Wemyss +and March. Mr. +Coke had a +younger daughter, +Elizabeth; +she likewise was +charming, and +managed the domestic +part of the +house. In 1822 +she married Mr. +Spencer Stanhope.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1821. +July 13.</div> + +<p>Among Mr. +Coke’s intimate +friends was Sir +Francis Burdett; +in fact, Holkham +was the centre +of the leading Whigs of the day. Sir Francis had +been liberated from prison, where he had been confined +for exciting a mob, as well as for writing a +pamphlet on the trial of Queen Caroline, on the +strength of which a party assembled to meet him at +Holkham.</p> + +<p>After a sojourn there it was arranged that the +party should adjourn to Quidenham. There was great +excitement throughout the country about the trial.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span></p> + +<p>Being short I was told off to go with Sir Francis, +so as not to obstruct the view of the hero. The +travelling carriages of those days were light; no box +or driving-seat, splashboard only, the body hung on +C-springs; four horses and postboys.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_009'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_009.png' alt=''> + <figcaption>Sir Francis Burdett’s Carriage.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>At Fakenham the populace were prepared; horses +were taken off, and Sir Francis was, much to my +delight, drawn through the river. The same fun was +repeated at Dereham, where we met the Duke of +Sussex, changing four posters at the King’s Arms, +His Royal Highness likewise on his way to Quidenham. +We also stopped for refreshments. Outside +the inn was great cheering, and cries for “the Queen +and her rights.”</p> + +<p>After a short stay at Quidenham the party broke +up, and I saw Sir Francis start on a ride to London, +calling at Euston, a journey of nearly a hundred +miles.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span></p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_010'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_010.png' alt=''> + <figcaption>A Compliment to Sir Francis.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span></p> + +<p>I was much with H.R.H. the Duke of Sussex, +going from one country-house to another in his +travelling coach, which held an enormous amount of +luggage. Both footmen were armed; it was no +uncommon thing for luggage to be cut from the back +of a travelling carriage in the vicinity of London. +Royalty paying no ’pikes, with four post-horses, and +boys in condition, we got rapidly along.</p> + +<p>Newstead Abbey was the object of our journey. +It belonged to His Royal Highness’s equerry, Colonel +Wildman, a dapper little Hussar, who had served +through the Peninsular War, and had recently bought +the place of Lord Byron. The workmen were still +engaged in restoring the beautiful Gothic building, +on which the Colonel was expending £200,000. The +work was being done with taste and care; none of the +traits of its former owner had been obliterated. Side +by side with the arms of Lord Byron were carved the +heraldic device of the Wildman family. Indeed, it +was a source of consolation to Lord Byron that the +one spot in England dear to him had fallen into the +hands of his old friend and schoolfellow.</p> + +<p>The famous drinking-cup, which Byron made out +of a skull found in the Abbey cloister, was mounted +on a gold stand, with the famous lines engraved; and, +in accordance with the tradition of the house, when a +visitor arrived, a bottle of wine was poured into the +skull, which the guest was expected to empty.</p> + +<p>While we were there, Mr. (afterwards Lord) +Brougham arrived from an election tour. I saw +him empty his share of the claret at one draught, +and he was unusually pleasant afterwards. His +younger brother, father of the present Lord, was +staying in the house at the time.</p> + +<p>On returning to Holkham, I found the school-room<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span> +was nearly full. Not that we boys were +always admitted. There were Miss Digby—so +beautiful!—and two Ansons—such dear and pretty +children! Admiral Digby had two sons; Edward +was of the same age as myself, and we established a +friendship which lasted his life. He had a younger +brother, Kenelm, likewise a good fellow, thinking +of the Church.</p> + +<p>It is not my intention to attempt the biographies +of many of the fine fellows whose path I crossed, +but since I commenced these souvenirs I have had +the opportunity of inspecting letters that might +never have seen daylight had I not inquired of +Lord Digby, son of my lamented friend, the number +of guns his grandfather’s ship carried at Trafalgar. +The search produced the original letter, written by +then Captain Digby to his uncle, Admiral Hon. R. +Digby, of Minterne, Dorset:</p> + + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p class="center"> +[<span class="smcap">Copy</span>]<br> +</p> + +<div class='address'> +<p class="center"> +<span class="smcap">“‘Africa,’ at Sea, Off the Straits</span>, +</p> +<p class='center'> +<span><i>November 1, 1805</i>.</span> +</p> +</div> + +<p class='cb'><span class="smcap">My dear Uncle</span>,</p> + +<p class='double-indent'>I write merely to say I am well, after +having been closely engaged for six hours on the +21st of October. For details, being busy to the +greatest degree, I have lost all my masts in consequence +of the action, and my ship is otherwise +cut to pieces, but sound in bottom. My killed +and wounded 63, and many of the latter I shall +lose if I do not get into port. Out of so many +great prizes, it has pleased God that the elements +should destroy most, perhaps to lessen the vanity +of man after so great a victory.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span></p> + +<p>I will give you a rough sketch of the lines going +into action; more minute it shall be hereafter.</p> + +<p>I beg my love to Mrs. Digby, and remain,</p> + +<div class='signature'> +<p class='right pr4'>Your affectionate nephew,</p> +<p class='right pr1'>(Signed) <span class="smcap">H. Digby</span>.</p> +</div> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_013'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_013.png' alt=''> +</figure> +<p class='center'> + <span class="smcap">French Line on Larboard Tack.</span> +</p> +</div> + +<p>(To which was added the following postscript):</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>I really have no time to say more, surrounded as +I am by the wounded men in my cabin, and in all +sorts of employ, completing jury masts, etc., etc., and +I will thank you to say so to Dr. Shiff and my +brothers and sisters.</p> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Africa</span> was, with many others, dispersed by +variable winds, and perceiving the French signals +during the night, I took a station at discretion, and +was the means of being early in action the next day, +engaging the van as I ran along to join the English +Lines.</p> + +<p>After passing through the line, in which position +I brought down the foremast of the <span class='ships'>Santissima +Trinidada</span>, mounting 140 guns; after which I +engaged, within pistol-shot, <span class='ships'>L’Intrépide</span>, 74, which +afterwards struck and was burnt, <span class='ships'>Orion</span> and <span class='ships'>Conqueror</span> +coming up.</p> + +<p>A little boy that stayed with me is safe. Twice<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span> +on the poop was I left alone, all being killed or +wounded. I am very deaf, with a sad pressure over +my breast.”</p> +</div> + +<p>I have not space to describe half the services +of the gallant Digby. In 1796 he was posted into +the <span class='ships'>Aurora</span> frigate, and in less than two years had +captured six French privateers, one lettre de marque, +and one corvette, <span class='ships'>L’Égalité</span>, making a total of 124 +guns and 744 men, besides forty-eight merchant +ships taken or sunk. In command of the <span class='ships'>Leviathan</span>, +with Commodore Duckworth, he assisted in the +capture of the island of Minorca. In command of +the <span class='ships'>Alcmene</span>, he captured two French men-of-war, +<span class='ships'>Le Dépit</span>, 3 guns, and <span class='ships'>La Courageuse</span>, 30 guns and +270 men; also on October 17, 1799, two Spanish +frigates, <span class='ships'>Thetis</span> and <span class='ships'>Brigide</span>, each of 32 guns and +300 men. They contained 3,000,000 dollars, and +it took fifty military waggons to convey the specie +from Plymouth Dock to the citadel. His prize-money, +as stated by himself, amounted to £57,300 +before he was thirty years of age, with £6300 more +before he was thirty-six.</p> + +<p>I read that in the beginning of 1818 the following +Whigs dined together in compliment to Mr. +Coke, at Wyndham, near Quidenham: The Rev. +R. Coleman, in the chair; Bathurst, Bishop of +Norwich, Lord Albemarle, Sir Francis Burdett, +Mr. R. Hammond, Lord Cochrane, Sir Thomas +Beevor, Mr. Gurney, Sir Jacob Astley, Mr. Lerwlie, +and Admiral Lukin, at that date rather Liberal.</p> + +<p>A tutor from Wells was found to coach me for +the Royal Naval College. One morning, after +breakfast, Mr. Coke told me to join him in his +study, directing me to sit on a certain chair, he at<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span> +his desk. After a while he called me, and said: +“Now I will tell you why I put you in that chair. +Young Nelson sat there on an occasion when he +came to make his declaration for half-pay as Commander.” +Nelson’s home was with his father, the +clergyman at Burnham Thorpe, about three miles +from Holkham. Mr. Coke likewise introduced +young Hoste (a neighbour) to Nelson.<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> At Holkham +now there is a bedroom called “Nelson’s.”</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_015'> + <img class='v100' src='images/i_015.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Nelson’s Chair.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<div class="sidenote">1822.</div> + +<p>Early in 1822 I was sent to my relative, William +Garnier, Prebendary of Winchester Cathedral, whose +home was in the Close; but it was his brother, the +Dean, better known to us as “Uncle Tom,” to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span> +whom I was consigned. He had a son, George, +who was already at the Royal Naval College.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 8.</div> + +<p>It was on February 8 that I started with Uncle +Tom in the Prebendary’s family coach, drawn by +four fat greys, coachman on box, boy on near leader, +pace about five miles per hour, for Gosport. On +arrival I saw, for the first time, among other vessels, +three full-rigged ships of the line, whose trucks +reached at least 220 feet above the water-line. As +yet I had seen nothing larger than a collier brig +alongside Wells Pier.</p> + +<p>Uncle Tom took me in a wherry across the +harbour to the dockyard, and so to the Royal Naval +College, where I soon found myself in the presence +of the Governor, Captain Loring, a warrior in +uniform; as imposing to me as the leviathans I had +just seen. Professor Inman was there—a tall man +in black, with an austere countenance; but there +was that in him that I liked. How I got through +the examination I forget, but that day found me an +officer in the service of King George IV.</p> + +<p>Captain John Wentworth Loring was the son of +Joshua Loring, who held a staff appointment at +Boston. At the end of the war he settled in +Berkshire. His son, born in 1785, entered the +navy as midshipman on board the <span class='ships'>Salisbury</span> in 1819. +While Loring was serving in the West Indies in +command of the <span class='ships'>Lark</span> sloop, she capsized in a +hurricane. They cleverly saved themselves by +cutting away masts and rigging, and, being well +battened down, the vessel righted. She was towed +into port at San Domingo to refit. Loring gained +so much credit for the expeditious manner in which +he performed this duty that the Admiral, Lord +Hugh Seymour, appointed him Acting Captain of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span> +the <span class='ships'>Syren</span>, 32-gun frigate, which had lately come out +from Bantry Bay in a thoroughly demoralised and +mutinous state!</p> + +<p>While cruising off Cape François the crew refused +to work, and a plan got wind of their intention to +secure their new Captain and officers, and join the +pirates, who were then to be found in most parts +of the West Indies. Loring, with his officers, took +possession of the after part of the ship; the wind +being in the right direction, they steered for port. +They were three days without change of raiment. +On joining the Commander-in-Chief, Sir John +Duckworth, who had succeeded Lord Hugh Seymour, +the mutineers were tried by court-martial, and six of +them hanged at the foreyard arm. Through the +intercession of Loring, one of them escaped capital +punishment.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_018'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_018.png' alt=''> + <figcaption>Royal Naval College.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>On November 4, 1819, Captain Loring was +appointed Governor of the Royal Naval College. +He was for forty-four years on the active list, and of +that time only four unemployed. In July he was +made K.C.B., having previously been knighted by +King William IV. His uniform was: blue coat, +open in front, gold epaulettes, white kerseymere +waistcoat, pantaloons to match, with Hessian boots, +straight, thin sword, and cocked hat.</p> + +<p>Rouse was the Senior Lieutenant. This gallant +old officer lost his leg in the attack upon Prota in +February, 1807, when serving under Sir John +Thomas Duckworth, and in consequence of his +wound was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant. +When the wooden leg broke, he was allowed to +draw another from the dockyard joiner’s shop.</p> + +<p>Malone, the Second Lieutenant, was a good-natured +Irishman, and kind to me because his wife<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span> +was a Norfolk woman. There were two artillery +drill-sergeants and three first-rate warrant officers, a +gunner, boatswain, and carpenter, who took us round +the yard in batches out of school hours, and of whom +some of us learned more than we did inside. They +illustrated in the dockyard what we had found +difficult, with no object to refer to.</p> + +<p>There were two fine twelve-oared cutters, which +the lieutenants managed. We learned to pull as +well as to steer under sail. We had, in addition to +school, French, drawing, and dancing masters, also +fencing. The French master was, I believe, an +<i lang='fr'>émigré</i>, a Marquis de la Fort; but of all, I think we +liked Schetkey, the drawing-master, best.</p> + +<p>Two old women used to bring baskets of grub—tarts, +fruit, etc. Towards the end of the half they +gave “tick” to those whom they knew would +return.</p> + +<p>Under the care of my good-natured kinsman, +George Garnier, I got on very well. He, however, +left the end of the half, and joined the <span class='ships'>Delight</span> brig, +in which he afterwards sailed from the Cape of +Good Hope, and was never again heard of.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1823.</div> + +<p>Our uniform was a blue tail-coat, stand-up collar, +plain raised gilt buttons, round hat, gold-lace loop +with cockade, and shoes. We cadets had each a +cabin about seven feet square, with a window, except +the corner ones, which at the monthly changes were +occupied by those who had been oftenest on the +black-list, and did not require daylight.</p> + +<p>There was an occasional launch from the dockyard; +one of them was the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, of 28 guns, a new +form not much thought of, and called donkey-frigates. +Subsequently she was christened by Miss Loring, and +to this vessel I was appointed on leaving the College.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span></p> + +<p>We had a nice set of fellows. Some of them sons +of distinguished officers, among them Suckling, Pasco, +Hallowell, Blackwood. On muster or parade we +were in subdivisions or companies; the best-behaved +had charge each of one of these, and wore a midshipman’s +white patch instead of a bit of braid on +the collar.</p> + +<p>The boy I looked up to was William Edmonston; +he was clever, and passed out with a first mathematical +prize medal (before completing his two +years) as a midshipman in the <span class='ships'>Sybille</span>, 42, Captain +S. Pechell. He was wounded in the face in a +boat action against pirates near Candia. Edmonston +had the best sort of courage—brave without +being rash. He got into Parliament, but I, having +been kept at sea, got ahead of him.</p> + +<p>George King entered the College the same day as +myself, and we kept working together, although in +different ships, for many years.</p> + +<p>We cadets were not allowed outside the dockyard; +the stage-coaches that took us away were +obliged to come inside the gates. We were but +boys, and provided ourselves with such missiles for +mischief as we could find in the yard—iron ringbolts, +for example, which were dangerous if thrown with +precision.</p> + +<p>Before the half was up, we drew lots for the +much-coveted box-seat; that on His Majesty’s mail +on one occasion fell to me. There were several +night-coaches, but the “Nelson,” the only “six inside +heavy,” was the favourite. It carried thirteen +passengers, and stopped to refresh at Liphook. The +food was bespoke a week before: in winter beefsteaks, +onions, and plum-pudding, but in summer a +goose, ducks and green peas, with onions to any<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span> +extent. It often happened that the coach left a +passenger or two asleep on the rug.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_021'> + <img class='v100' src='images/i_021.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>The Attack.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>Outside the gates there was no difficulty in obtaining +pea-shooters and other small means of annoyance. +On the night when I had the box-seat, the Royal Mail +picked up and dropped boys as we came, so that it +was midnight before we reached Godalming. The +postmaster having turned in, the Mail pulled up as +usual under his bedroom windows. The moment +they were opened, the postmaster and his wife were +assailed with pea-shooters and other missiles. The +guard was saying “All right,” when the postmistress, +calling “There is something else,” emptied the slops +on the boys as the Mail drove off; I, having the box-seat, +escaped the odoriferous bath.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_023'> + <img class='v100' src='images/i_023.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>The Defence.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>That gallant officer, Sir William Hoste, who +commanded the <span class='ships'>Albion</span>, one of the harbour guard-ships, +used to visit us during play-hours and tip the +Norfolk boys with a half-guinea each, although +himself a poor man. We were proud at being noticed +by the gallant Hoste, who commanded at the finest +frigate action off Lissa, with such men as James +Gordon Phipps Hornby, Whitby, and others with +whom I subsequently became intimately acquainted. +There was also a young fellow, Lieutenant the Hon. +William Anson, belonging to the <span class='ships'>Tribune</span>, 42-gun +frigate, who used to come and see me and chat about +Holkham. Adjoining the Naval College was the +house of the President-Commissioner, Captain Hon. +Sir George Grey, brother of the Premier.</p> + +<p>His nephew George and I became great friends: +he joined the service, but not through the College.</p> + +<p>While at the College we had repeated visits from +those who had previously left, and who put us up to +the orgies that went on in the hulks alongside the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span> +ships to which they belonged. I did not fail to +remember this when my turn came.</p> + +<p>My brother Tom joined on December 5, so that +when we returned in January, 1824, from the +Christmas holidays, we had only been two months +together.</p> + +<p>Among the friends I made at College were +Hallowell, Suckling, Francis Blackwood, all more or +less connected with Nelson.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1824.</div> + +<p>I went up with others for examination, but failed +to get full numbers on account of having in my +possession a penny handkerchief, given me by one of +my late playfellows, on which was printed an outline +of a map of the coast of England. Now, the +geographical master, who was short-sighted, always +read with his nose close to the paper. Through a +sheet of foolscap he had pierced a hole with a pin, +and before I could blow my nose he was down on<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span> +me like a hawk. The consequence was that on +February 7, 1824, I was appointed to His Majesty’s +ship <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, Captain F. Hunn, half-brother to Mr. +Canning, with one year ten months two weeks and +two days’ time, instead of two complete years of +service.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_024'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_024.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>During the Examination.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>Uncle Tom Garnier kindly undertook to give +directions for my outfit, and for a while my valuable +services were dispensed with.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Tweed</span></span>, 1824</p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1824. +Feb.</div> + +<p>Having paid many parting visits, I returned to +Portsmouth, and, dismounting from the “Regulator” +coach, went straight to the outfitters’ and was soon +in uniform. What I thought most of was a small +dirk suspended from my waist. Having viewed +myself in various positions, I sallied forth.</p> + +<p>From mids who revisited the College I learnt the +sort of fun that went on in the refitting hulks. I +was not so green as I looked. Instead of reporting +myself on board the <span class='ships'>Topaze</span>, I ascertained that Captain +Hunn lived with wife and family at No. 15 Jubilee +Terrace, Southsea. The time being that when he +would be going to dinner, although dusk, I took +up a position on the south side of the sallyport +bridge.</p> + +<p>Presently I saw a blue boat-cloak, surmounted by +a gold-laced cocked hat, and a sword protruding. I +stepped on one side and saluted.</p> + +<p>“Who are you, youngster? and what’s your +name?”</p> + +<p>I soon squeaked out that I belonged to His +Majesty’s ship <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, just returned from leave, and +was going to report myself. Name Keppel.</p> + +<p>“Come along with me.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span></p> + +<p>I was shortly ushered out of the cold into the +presence of Mrs. Hunn and two charming young +ladies in a warm +drawing-room, and +dinner ready. Never +was such good fortune! +Never was I +so hungry!</p> + +<figure class='figleft' id='i_027'> + <img class='v100' src='images/i_027.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Meeting the Captain.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>The coxswain was +sent for my clothes, a +bed made up on the +sofa. The next day I +was installed “gig’s +midshipman.” Rather +a good beginning, +which I fully appreciated.</p> + +<p>I did not trouble +myself about the fitting +out. Just before +starting we were supplied +with a proportion +of smugglers, +whose penalty for +defrauding His +Majesty was to serve +before the mast on board a man-of-war. They +were equal to our best seamen.</p> + +<p>We sailed from Portsmouth on April 12, Mrs. +Hunn and my playfellows with us. We saluted the +flag of our Commander-in-Chief, Admiral Sir James +Hawkins Whitshed, and anchored at Spithead, which +we left on 18th, anchoring successively at Cowes, +Yarmouth Roads, and Plymouth Sound, saluting the +flag of the Hon. A. J. Cochrane.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span></p> + +<p>Among the frequent anchorings and departures I +learnt some of the various duties expected of officers +of my particular rank. One of these was to hold a +dip in the tier while the great hempen cable attached +to the anchor was being hove in, and stowed by +quartermasters below the reach of daylight. It was +a neat piece of seamanship, on which the best and the +least experienced of petty officers were employed. +The tier was a large oblong space. The end of the +working cable was secured in the bottom of the ship, +frequently round the heel of the mainmast. To +heave in the cable with anchor attached required a +“messenger” without an end. This was a small +cable of proper proportions passed round the capstan +and forebits, so that one side ran parallel to the cable, +to which it was secured by nippers that held it until +near the hatchway above the cable tier.</p> + +<p>As the nippers were taken off, boys were stationed +to carry them forward to be reapplied; the capstan +bars were manned by marines and seamen not stationed +aloft. We youngsters had to hold the dips to enable +the petty officers to see that each bend was closely +packed, the centre, where they worked, being clear. +The coil in the tier not exceeding three or four feet, +according to size and space, we had to jump smartly +with our dips on the words, “Side out for a bend.” +The expression was used long after chain cables were +introduced. “Purser’s dip” was a strip of cotton +soaked in tallow until it grew into a young candle.</p> + +<p>Bumboats were the delight of us youngsters. If +one wanted to enjoy a pot of clotted cream, the best +way was to carry it aloft, taking a foot of pigtail to +propitiate the captain of the top.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 2.</div> + +<p>We left Plymouth on May 2, and following day +came to in Carrick Roads at Falmouth. Mails to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span> +most parts of the world were carried from here in +men-of-war, chiefly brigs, commanded by senior +lieutenants, and a few by distinguished old warrant +officers.</p> + +<p>There were thirty-six of these vessels, some with +high-sounding names, such as <span class='ships'>Prince Regent</span>, <span class='ships'>Duke +of Marlborough</span> as well as of <span class='ships'>York</span>, two <span class='ships'>Dukes of Kent</span>, <span class='ships'>Ladies Wellington</span>, <span class='ships'>Queensberry</span>, <span class='ships'>Mary Pelham</span>, +etc. They were all in first-rate order.</p> + +<p>In the important town of Falmouth the Commanders +had a society peculiarly their own, ladies +taking precedence according to the seniority of their +husbands on the Navy List—luckily, not that of +the names of the ships their husbands commanded. +<em>Of course, there was no quarrelling among the grass-widows.</em> +We were here four days.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 10.</div> + +<p>Arrived in the magnificent Cork Harbour, we +saluted the flag of Rear-Admiral of the White, the +Right Hon. Lord Colville, Commander-in-Chief of +His Majesty’s ships in Ireland. There was a great +deal of smuggling all round the coast, and some of +our smartest cruisers employed. Among the most +fortunate was the <span class='ships'>Gannet</span>, 18; she went by the name +of the <span class='ships'>“Golden” Gannet</span>.</p> + +<p>The Admiral was tall and imposing-looking; as +gig’s midshipman I had many opportunities of seeing +him. He paid almost daily state visits from his +residence in the Cove of Cork to the dockyard on +Haulbowline Island, dressed in full uniform. He +wore his cocked hat athwartships, gold epaulettes, +white pantaloons and Hessian boots. On his stepping +into the state barge, the coxswain, standing up behind +him, piped the time for each solemn stroke of the +oars; the yards of the flagship were manned, while +the marines, ranged across the poop, presented arms.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> +The distance was short, but I thought the ceremony +grand.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Semiramis</span> was an old 42-gun frigate. Being light, +and floating high out of the water, she was painted +with two tiers of ports, and had the appearance of a +ship of the line suitable to the flag she had to carry. +No merchant ship trading between Cork or any port +would attempt to pass without lowering her upper +sails.</p> + +<p>Before leaving, the <span class='ships'>Pylades</span>, 18, Commander Fead, +arrived with a smuggling lugger, a beautiful vessel +with a crew of over fifty fine-looking men. The +Commander-in-Chief while on the station made nearly +£9000 prize-money, his share being one-eighth, after +expenses paid. Mr. Dunsterville had charge of +Haulbowline, with a charming wife and family. A +nice boy joined us as mid, deliciously Irish. With +them I made excursions to Cork, and I enjoyed a +lunch at the same time at the mess of the 13th +Hussars.</p> + +<p>We sailed from Cork on the 25th, and got into +the wide and open sea, when I saw, for the first time, +the horizon of blue water all round. I now came in +contact with those who were my messmates, among +them a number of masters’ mates, whom the Admiralty +did not promote, but gave them the option of serving +on.<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> The duties of these elderly gentlemen were +mostly nominal; they were styled mates of the hold +or of stores, etc. They seldom appeared on deck +except on Sundays, when they took their week’s +exercise. Their uniform was a blue coat, in shape +like our now plain evening-dress, anchor buttons and +a small white cord edging, white pantaloons, Hessian +boots, cocked hat, and sword.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span></p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_031'> + <img class='v100' src='images/i_031.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Ship Mates.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span></p> + +<p>It was considered a compliment to be spoken to +by them. I was favoured by being asked if I had +not come to sea to avenge the death of Nelson. +Others were anxious to know if my mother cried +when I left home. Down in the midshipmen’s berth +they reigned supreme; spoke very little before grog-time; +then a fork was stuck in the beam, a signal for +us youngsters to scuttle out as fast as we could.</p> + +<p>A servant was told off to look after me. I forgot +his name, and asked one of my aged shipmates; word +was passed along the lower deck for “Cheeks,” the +marine.</p> + +<p>There was no place for midshipmen’s stores, except +the lockers on which we sat. Each of us was +supposed to bring two table-cloths; one lasted a week, +when the steward—his name Edward Low, but called +“Tommie Plenty”—took possession of it to wipe +knives, forks, cups, and spoons. It smelt before the +next was due. We had no candlesticks. Dips +obtained from the purser were stuck in bottles supported +by forks fixed where the planks of the table +had shrunk. One morning, when “Tommie” was +holystoning under the table, the point of a fork lifted +his scalp. While he was on the sick-list we youngsters +had to do cooking, etc.</p> + +<p>I often confirmed Marryat’s story of the mid +running along the main-deck with a tureen of pea-soup, +calling “Scaldings!” to clear the way.</p> + +<p>One of our old mates had served in a fast-cruising +frigate, when, owing to the number of prizes taken, +officers being sent away in charge, the duties fell +heavily on those remaining. Our messmate had to +keep watch and watch. At last his turn came. On +taking charge of the prize, the frigate having made +sail, he sent for the petty officer, a gunner in charge<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span> +of the prize crew, and told him to steer north-east +and call him in three weeks.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 5.</div> + +<p>On June 5 we arrived at Madeira, at which enjoyable +place we remained eight days. Here our +Captain, his wife, children, and gig’s midshipman were +entertained by the kindest of merchants, Mr. and +Mrs. Bean, as well as by Mr. Gordon, a partner. +Markets were full of fruits of all sorts—oranges, +mountain strawberries, grapes, and bananas; ponies, +donkeys, picnics, etc.; who would not be a midshipman? +We appeared to be welcome everywhere. +The troops and music I enjoyed, but, what appeared +curious—drill orders to the soldiers were given in +English—remnants of Peninsular!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 21.</div> + +<p>Our next stopping-place was St. Jago, one of the +Cape de Verds. It was dull after bright Madeira. +Markets were full of tropical fruits, monkeys, parrots, +yams, and other vegetables, ground-nuts, etc. We +remained one whole day.</p> + +<p>Of my next visit I retain some painful remembrances, +but enough for the day is the evil thereof.</p> + +<p>We were now far within the tropics—flying-fish, +porpoises, dolphin seldom out of sight; besides, I +thought of that terrible “Line” of which I had heard +so much.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 4.</div> + +<p>At 8 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> a light ahead was reported. We hove +to. The sea-god Neptune came over the bows and +reported to our captain his intention of paying a visit +of welcome to all those who had not previously come +within the tropics. He brought with him his secretaries, +who inscribed the names of all first visitors. +One old marine got off by stating he had served in +the Peninsula!</p> + +<p>Soon after I observed a lighted tar-cask floating +astern, and hoped that “His Majesty” was burning<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span> +in it. The next morning he boarded and took possession, +and found plenty of brutal followers to help +him and all concerned in his disagreeable duties.</p> + +<p>I was seized by one of his greasy constables +and conducted I knew not where, and seated on +something which felt like a capstan-bar. My face +was plastered with a mixture of tar and dirt, and +scraped off with a jagged piece of iron representing +a razor; then, tipped backwards into what I thought +was overboard, I felt myself in the grip of other +brutes representing Neptune’s bears, who held me till +I had swallowed a sufficient portion of the filthy bath. +I was then free for life to join any future orgie.</p> + +<p>The ducking-pond was formed by a sail secured +at the corners to the combings, the centre lowered on +to the main-deck, and filled from the wash-deck +pump. On the stern of one of the boom-boats, overlooking +the proceedings, was Neptune with Amphitrite +by his side, on whose knee sat a promising +young cub, son of the sail-maker; allowed on board +by special permission before leaving England, apparently +looking forward to superintending similar +operations. I found my way into the Captain’s after-cabin, +where my playfellows gave me a biscuit with +jam and a little something to wash it down.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_035'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_035.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Consolation.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<div class="sidenote">July 17.</div> + +<p>We made Cape Frio July 17: then, squalls for +a couple of days. Two days after we made our +number to the <span class='ships'>Spartiate</span> bearing the flag of Rear-Admiral +Sir George Eyre. The atmosphere was so +clear that we could distinctly make out the affirmative +when the head of the topgallant sails only could +be seen above the horizon—a distance of fifteen +miles.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 19.</div> + +<p>We brought the sea-breeze up with us, saluted, +and followed the flag into the magnificent harbour of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span> +Rio de Janeiro, and came to an anchor. There I +saw for the first time the white flag of France flying +on board the <span class='ships'>Jean Bart</span>, 74, also the Stars and Stripes +of the United States on board the <span class='ships'>Franklin</span>, 74. +After the Brazilian national flag we saluted that of +Lord Cochrane, on board the <span class='ships'>Don Pedro</span>, as High +Admiral of the Brazilian Navy, with 19 guns.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 24.</div> + +<p>I saw that gallant and extraordinary, but ill-used +man, Lord Cochrane, who came on board to return +Captain Hunn’s visit. He was at this time, in the +estimation of the Old World and the New, the +greatest man afloat. He was tall and thin, of powerful +build, with close-cut red hair.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_037'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_037.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Meet Lord Cochrane.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>I indeed felt proud when, on my Captain’s presenting, +he shook me by the hand. One of the last +books I had read at the Naval College was his action +in the <span class='ships'>Speedy</span> sloop of 14 guns, with a crew of 54 +men, when he captured the Spanish frigate <span class='ships'>El Gamo</span>, +Captain de Torres. It was on this occasion that +Cochrane admitted he had nearly caught a Tartar. +While cruising off the coast of Spain, he saw what he +took to be a large merchant ship. On drawing near, +she opened her hitherto disguised ports, and disclosed +the broadside guns of a frigate. Without going into +further details, she was carried by boarding. There +were killed on board the <span class='ships'>El Gamo</span> the Captain and +13 seamen, and 41 wounded, exceeding in number +the whole of the officers and crew of the <span class='ships'>Speedy</span>. +The second in command of the <span class='ships'>El Gamo</span> succeeded +in obtaining from Cochrane a certificate stating that +he had fought his ship like a true Spaniard.</p> + +<p>Captain Hunn took a house at Boto Fogo, one +of those beautiful inlets in the harbour facing the +Sugar-loaf, about three miles from the town. I was +again kindly included in the family party. The<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span> +principal Portuguese and most of the English merchants +had residences there.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 2.</div> + +<p>At midnight a salute of 101 guns was fired from +the batteries in honour of the birth of a Prince and +future Emperor. The salute was repeated at daylight, +noon (when we joined), sunset, and midnight.</p> + +<p>Lord Cochrane had sailed with his fleet: an embargo +was laid on all ships for three weeks. Picnics +and every sort of amusement went on.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 8.</div> + +<p>The embargo being removed, we sailed with the +early breeze in company with some 500 sail of all +nations. The show of white canvas was a beautiful +sight. When outside and in the open we spread +out like a fan.</p> + +<p>Arrived off Bahia—Bahia de los Todos Santos +(Bay of All Saints)—perfectly sheltered and capable +of holding the fleets of all nations. Cochrane had +been before us, and the Brazilian flag had replaced +that of Portugal. We anchored on the west side of +the bay, off the city of San Salvador.</p> + +<p>It appears that in June, about three months back, +Lord Cochrane, with the Brazilian squadron, consisting +of the <span class='ships'>Don Pedro</span>, 74, and three frigates, manned, +with the exception of 170 English seamen he had in +his flagship, by natives, appeared off this place, which +was then in possession of the Portuguese Government.</p> + +<p>He had no sooner made the entrance than he +discovered the enemy’s fleet of thirteen sail standing +out to prevent the threatened blockade. Cochrane +formed his line-of-battle, and immediately bore down +and put his enemy to flight. Nothing occurred +beyond the hammering some of them got, but it led +to the establishment of the blockade of their port.</p> + +<p>In the meantime Cochrane had prepared fireships.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span> +One dark night he stood in in his flagship alone to +reconnoitre. On being hailed, he replied that it was +an English ship. However, the consternation was +great when it was announced to the Portuguese +Admiral and officers, who were then at a ball, that +Lord Cochrane’s fleet was in their midst.</p> + +<p>A panic was established: the evacuation of San +Salvador determined, and on July 1 a Junta was +formed to carry on the Government in the name of +the Brazilian Empire.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 22.</div> + +<p>We found trade going on in the same way as I +suppose it had been under the Portuguese flag. It +made but little difference to the unfortunate slaves as +to the colour of the bunting that flew over them; +although most of the Portuguese merchants were in +favour of the mother-country.</p> + +<p>The new Imperial troops were not much, although +they exhibited on their shakos “Libertad o Muerte.”</p> + +<p>One afternoon the Captain ordered me to take a +despatch on board the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> to the commanding +officer. On going towards the landing-place I met +Nightingale, the coxswain, who informed me that he +was not allowed to pass the guard. On my remonstrating +with the officer, who I noticed was not the +same who was on guard when I landed, I showed +him the back of the letter, which appeared to make +matters worse. Now, I believed myself to be in +charge of a despatch of importance.</p> + +<p>Having, on landing, noticed that the muskets in +the racks at the guard-house were beautifully +polished; and thinking them more fit to look at +than for use, I told old Nightingale to be ready +for a rush. The crew were up to the occasion, +and before a musket could be got at, the sentry +was on his back, and we were all in the boat,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span> +with the exception of Harrison, a coloured bowman +who had a slight bayonet scratch on the back of +his neck, being slow in casting off the painter.</p> + +<p>After a while a few musket-balls dropped in +the water short of the gig. Of course there was +a row, but I think it was our Consul who explained +that the Brazilian officer was wrong in +attempting to stop a British officer in uniform, +however small. Nothing satisfactory to either party +was arranged.</p> + +<p>We left Bahia on the 17th, and arrived at the +open and exposed anchorage of Pernambuco on +August 23. We found Lord Cochrane had arrived +with his squadron on the 18th.</p> + +<p>The “Patriots,” as they called themselves, had +not been idle. Count Manuel Carvalho Pas de +Andrade had been elected President: he had already +denounced Don Pedro as a traitor, and was endeavouring +to excite the neighbouring provinces to +form themselves into a federation on the model of +the United States, under the title of “Confederação +del Ecuador.”</p> + +<p>A few days after our arrival Lord Cochrane +came on board the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, but I do not think there +was much cordiality between him and our Captain. +An attempt at arrangement by correspondence having +failed, Lord Cochrane threatened to bombard the city.</p> + +<p>The shoal-water and exposed anchorage would +not admit of the fleet going in, but on the night +of August 27 I witnessed the pretty effect of +mortar shells flying between the small craft and +the forts protecting the town. The damage done +was not, however, much on either side.</p> + +<p>The following day we were disappointed at seeing +Lord Cochrane sail for Bahia, which he did to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span> +get wood for rafts and to procure vessels of light +draught, capable of carrying mortars. He left a +portion of his fleet behind to continue the blockade. +The Brazilian General, Lima, who had been landed +with his troops about seventy miles distant at a place +called Alagoas, hearing of the panic established, +pushed on for Pernambuco, where he arrived on +September 11, and, assisted by the blockading squadron, +made an attack on the town.</p> + +<p>President Carvalho retreated to the suburbs, +which were protected by an inlet of the sea, and, +having broken down the bridge, prepared to defend +himself. However, his heart failed him, for during +my middle watch the following night a catamaran +came alongside with the would-be President fully +accoutred, just as he had left the fight, having come +to claim the protection of the British flag!</p> + +<p>All the next and two following days the fight +was kept up with much spirit, the place being +gallantly defended while the “brave” Count Carvalho +looked on from the deck of the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>. We were +so near that on one occasion a shot fired at one of +the blockading squadron passed over our mastheads.</p> + +<p>On September 13 <span class='ships'>Brazen</span>, 20, Captain W. Willes, +arrived from the coast of Africa. In running for the +anchorage whilst hostilities were going on, her English +ensign was taken for a ruse on the part of Lord +Cochrane’s squadron, and she was fired into, two +round shots taking effect. One cut away the +hammock netting and tore up part of the quarter-deck. +Luckily no one was hurt.</p> + +<p>When Lord Cochrane returned to Pernambuco, +he found Lima in possession. He then sent an +officer on board the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> to request that the +“rebel” and “traitor” Carvalho might be given up.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span></p> + +<p>Three days later the Brazilian fleet and forts +fired a royal salute in honour of the victory, in +which, in obedience to an order signalled by the +Captain of the <span class='ships'>Brazen</span>, we joined.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 21.</div> + +<p>Carvalho embarked on board the <span class='ships'>Brazen</span>, and, +much to our disgust, under a salute. I had to +part with my two little playfellows, who, with Mrs. Hunn, +also went home in her.</p> + +<p>Directly the <span class='ships'>Brazen</span> loosed sails, the Brazilian +fleet did likewise, and, seeing this, our Captain +interpreted it (or pretended to) as a device on the +part of Lord Cochrane to take Carvalho out of +the <span class='ships'>Brazen</span> by force, and we also prepared to +weigh and clear for action. However, it all ended +without smoke.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 22.</div> + +<p>We sailed on September 22, not sorry to get away. +We had been six weeks rolling—at times, our main-deck +ports in the water; holding no communication +with the shore, and, with the exception of the fighting +in which, as we would take no part, there was little to +excite interest.</p> + +<p>We youngsters amused ourselves, meanwhile, +fishing, which we could only venture to do at night, +and then out of the mizen-chains, hid by quarter-boats.</p> + +<p>One day, when I was sitting in the gig astern of +the ship, a school of whales came into the bay, like so +many frolicsome porpoises; and so near did they +come that I found my way to the ship’s deck up the +Jacob’s ladder.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 2.</div> + +<p>We left Pernambuco on our return to Rio, where +we arrived October 2. This was a jolly place for us +mids. There is no nicer harbour for boat excursions, +rides, picnics, etc., fun, in which we joined those of +other ships. One of our lieutenants, Pat Blake, was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span> +a favourite with us. There were lively fellows in the +squadron, one of whom, named Hathorn, was lent to +us from the flagship.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 14.</div> + +<p>Early in the morning, it being calm, we were +towed out of the harbour by boats, on which events +those of the foreign men-of-war always assisted.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 24.</div> + +<p>On the 24th we came to in Maldanado Roads, an +interesting place. The only thing that struck me as +odd was, if you made a purchase which cost less than +a dollar, they chopped that coin in pieces to give you +change.</p> + +<p>We sailed the following day, and arrived at Rio +de la Plata, a large muddy river, unworthy of the +name—porpoises and seal in plenty. I had many +rifle shots at the round head of the latter, with their +large bright black eyes; but they were too quick for +me.</p> + +<p>Horses were in plenty. If you hired one for a +ride, the owner bargained that in case it died you +must bring back the shoes—they only shod the forefeet. +It was a wild and open country; everyone +appeared mounted as well as carrying a lasso, which +would bring you to the ground with more certainty +than a pistol-shot. We never ventured alone, but +took long rides into the country.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 29.</div> + +<p>We sailed from the River Plate, and got back +to Rio October 29. Found <span class='ships'>Aurora</span>, <span class='ships'>Blonde</span>, and +<span class='ships'>Jaseur</span>. <span class='ships'>Blonde</span> a beautiful 48-gun frigate, Captain +Lord Byron, who had on board the bodies of the late +King and Queen of the Sandwich Islands, who had +fallen victims to the measles while on a visit to +England.</p> + +<p>There was in the Rua de Rita, over a shop-door, a +large gilded metal cock that had for years resisted the +attempts of the midshipmen of the British fleet; it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span> +was not strong nor heavy, but placed out of reach. +There were watchmen about, as it had been often in +danger, and it was for the benefit of the bird that +Jack Hathorn got lent to the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, bound for the +River Plate, that he might find a suitable lasso.</p> + +<p>Days, or rather nights, passed without an opportunity: +rain did not fall heavy enough; the moon +would peep out. At length a storm, that had been +threatening the early part of the night, broke with +great violence. It was as dark as pitch. Cocoanut-oil +lamps put themselves out; heavy stones that we +carried through the dark were thrown down with a +yell, unheeded by the guardians of the night; while +Jack Hathorn and a chosen few, with his Monte +Video lasso as well as a properly-prepared instrument, +loosened the claws of the noble bird, which alighted +in a downpour of rain on a pile of midshipmen’s +cloaks, and was borne off.</p> + +<p>The sentry at the guard-house, under shelter of his +box, did not trouble himself to ascertain how drunk +was the comrade being conveyed to the boat which +had been so long waiting. How sorry I was that +my diminutive size prevented my having shared in +this triumph! I hear the bird may now be seen in +the hall of the Hathorn family at Castle-Wigg, in +Wigtonshire, with a scroll in its beak describing the +above.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 16.</div> + +<p>Accidents will happen in the best regulated families. +More than two courts-martial took place during our +stay at Rio; but my friend Lieutenant Blake was +acquitted and discharged into the <span class='ships'>Aurora</span>, which ship +was towed out of harbour, and sailed for England, +December 16.</p> + +<p>As gig’s midshipman, I was much on shore; and, +waiting for the Captain, amused myself in the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> +extensive market, furnished as it was with every +tropical fruit and flower. But my favourite amusement +was to watch the monkeys, from the beautiful +little marmoset to the more mischievous green species. +One of these usually wiped his hands on my white +trousers. Although not allowed, the evening before +we sailed I smuggled my little friend on board in the +Captain’s cloak-bag, and stowed him in the scuttle of +the midshipmen’s berth.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 25.</div> + +<p>On Christmas Day we got our usual tow out of +the harbour, and made sail for England. Two days +later we unbent cables and stowed anchors.</p> + +<p>After a while it came to my turn to dine with the +Captain. One of my facetious messmates thought it +good fun to give my little prisoner a run. By instinct +he made his way to the Captain’s cabin. Seated on +the deck, surveying the apartment, the Captain spotted +him, and ordered the sentry to throw the beast overboard. +On the first move of the marine, the monkey +with a bound was on my shoulder, his little hands +clasped round my forehead, chattering and grinning; +there being no mistake as to the owner. I suppose the +Captain was moved by the affection of the little fellow. +We were dismissed.</p> + +<p>Nothing of importance occurred during our long +voyage. On February 26 made the Lizard at daylight +and bent cables. We had a chain-cable, which +was only used once; but every month we had to +rouse the thing on deck and knock the shackling-bolts +out, in order to anoint them with some white +mixture.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1825. +Feb. 27.</div> + +<p>We ran through the Needles, saluted flag, and +came to at Spithead.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Tweed</span></span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1825. +Feb. 28.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> at Spithead became one of the Channel +Squadron, and commenced refit.</p> + +<p>First visit was to my brother Tom at the College. +Landing in the dockyard, our shortest route lay +through the lower-mast and boat-houses. In the +latter we found one of our masters’ mates returning +condemned, and drawing new stores. He, too, wanted +to see my brother; so, leaving the stores to the care +of the warrant officer, he joined us.</p> + +<p>I must attempt to describe this good-tempered +salt, Peter Dobree by name. He was from Guernsey. +Although not too young, he was the junior of our +masters’ mates; and had a shock head of red hair +which protruded from under his hat. I was told that, +when on board the hulk during our outfit, if he saw a +child about the deck unprotected, he would imitate its +cry and a dog’s snarl so closely that half the wives +would rush to the rescue. It did not matter how +often he repeated the joke, the effect was the same. +When he got leave to go on shore late in the evening, +he scorned the use of a boat; he would jump overboard +and swim to the logs—this, too, in the winter +months. He kept a change of raiment at the +“Keppel’s Head.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span></p> + +<p>Dobree followed us to the College, where I found +Tom. It was winter; we could only make a short +tour. Dobree, passing the area near Dr. Inman’s, +espied a large round dish of setting cream. He was +down the steps and his mouth in the cream, when the +dairymaid pushed his head in, to which the cream +adhered. It was just closing time as he escaped +through the storehouse doors.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 3.</div> + +<p>I started by mail with my monkey, and the following +evening was at Quidenham. Jacko appeared to +take possession. The excitement he caused was great. +At first he would not trust himself out of my reach, +but was only too much at home afterwards. The +ship was again wanted for service. I had not time to +visit my sister Anne, who had in February 1822 +married Mr. Coke.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 8.</div> + +<p>I was much vexed, when I got back, to find that +some good-natured messmate had on Sunday afternoon +given my brother at the College a small bottle of first-rate +Jamaica. Now Tom’s position in the ranks at +prayers was, unfortunately, just in front of the +Governor. During the short service the poor boy lost +his balance, and prostrated himself on the floor. The +next morning in the cupola he ascertained what a +birch administered by a Blue Marine sergeant was +like.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 21.</div> + +<p>We sailed in company with a small experimental +squadron. Got as far as Lymington and back, +through Spithead to off Dover, Dungeness, and +Downs. In the latter anchorage lay the <span class='ships'>Ramillies</span>, +74.</p> + +<p>In addition to her Captain and officers, she had +103 lieutenants and 33 assistants borne for coastguard +service. She was a show ship, and for the +convenience of ladies getting on board had a large<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> +cask fitted with a seat. On the bottom, outside, was +painted a clown’s grinning face, which made people +laugh, while the occupant in mid-air believed her little +ankles were being seen.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 27.</div> + +<p>We were ordered to Harwich, where we embarked +Rear-Admiral Plampin, and saluted him with 13 guns. +It was the end of the week before we had embarked +suite and luggage and sailed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 1.</div> + +<p>Still no hurry, and, with occasional anchorings it +was April 1 before we reached Cork to assume the +command in place of Lord Colville, who had sailed in +the <span class='ships'>Semiramis</span>, which ship returned on May 7 without +his lordship, when we transferred our flag.</p> + +<p>We were glad to get back among our kind and +hospitable friends.</p> + +<p>We had, however, a visit from a pedlar, whose +wares were various. He was rash enough to venture +on the lower deck of a man-of-war, whose inhabitants +were mixed. Now, Dobree, who, I suppose, had got +tired of snuffing the purser’s dips with his fingers, +invested in a pair of plated snuffers.</p> + +<p>Unluckily, before the pedlar had cleared out, +and on the third time of asking, the plating came +off the snuffers. The pedlar bolted, and his box +followed, the contents dispersed in front of the +marines’ mess. Luckily they spread no further and +were recovered.</p> + +<p>I believe I was the only loser, inasmuch as the +pedlar lodged a complaint with the kind and good +Mrs. Dunsterville. The pedlar knew no names, he +could only describe his enemy as the “foxy-headed +gintleman.” As I was the only “gintleman” with +red hair Mrs. Dunsterville knew, my invitations to +that cheery establishment ceased, and her son John, +my messmate, never came on board if he knew of it.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 8.</div> + +<p>We left Cork, and arrived at Portsmouth on the +12th.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 17.</div> + +<p>Captain going away, and as there would be no +particular service for gig’s midshipman, I got him to +endorse a cheque on Woodhead and Co. for £5, and +obtained the usual leave from the First Lieutenant to +go on shore.</p> + +<p>With a small bag I took up my quarters at the +“Keppel’s Head,” intending to enjoy myself.</p> + +<p>On the afternoon of the <em>third</em> day, before +returning on board, I was taking a parting cup of +tea with Mrs. Harrison, the landlady, when the +sergeant of marines from the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, trailing a halbert, +for which there was no room, put his head in, without +taking his shako off, stated that I was his prisoner, +and withdrew.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_050'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_050.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Arrested.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>The back window of the parlour opened into +Havant Street, by which I found my way with the +small bag to the “Hard,” where my faithful water-man, +James Sly, instead of taking me on board the +<span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, conveyed me to Ryde Pier.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 24.</div> + +<p>I knew some of the good fellows of the 60th +Rifles, Colonel A. Ellis, quartered at Newport. +After a few days’ enjoyment, money expended, I +returned to the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, without the help of the +sergeant. Of course I was put under arrest.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 25.</div> + +<p>Sailed from Spithead on a cruise to the eastward, +reaching Sheerness the following day, which we left +and anchored off Boulogne.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 1.</div> + +<p>The Duke of Northumberland and suite having +been to attend the coronation of Charles Dix, on His +Grace’s re-embarking on board the <span class='ships'>Lightning</span>, we +fired a salute of 19 guns, which we, as well as the +<span class='ships'>Brazen</span>, 28, Captain Willes, repeated on His Excellency’s +landing at Dover.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 12.</div> + +<p>We returned to the Nore and remained until +12th, when we started on a pleasant summer cruise +along the east coast.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 15.</div> + +<p>Exchanged numbers with the <span class='ships'>Glasgow</span>, Captain +Hon. J. A. Maude, a 50-gun frigate under sail. No +prettier sight! She had fitted out at Deptford. We +anchored in Yarmouth Roads. The east coast was +seldom frequented by anything larger than a revenue +cruiser.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Yarmouth, +July 19.</div> + +<p>We were crowded with visitors. I had some kind +Wilson cousins. One day, when they were not on +board, I selected two pretty young women to show +round. My dignity was hurt; when I helped them +into their boat they offered me sixpence, my uniform +having been taken for livery, but not liking to hurt +their feelings I pocketed the coin.</p> + +<p>Fired royal salute, His Majesty’s birthday. We +sailed from Yarmouth; 22nd, anchored off Grimsby; +next day joined party to Hull; the pilot of the +packet we were in sounded his way with a pole.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 31.</div> + +<p>Visited Scarborough, a very different place, but did +not stay long, Captain thinking anchorage exposed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 4.</div> + +<p>Off the Dogger Bank we caught a lot of cod-fish. +On August 4 we came into Peggy’s Hole, +North Shields.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 8.</div> + +<p>Sent an officer and party to Sunderland to quell +small disturbance. In four days they returned, and +we sailed for Leith Roads. We really enjoyed +Edinburgh.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 18.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Parthian</span>, 10, Commander Hon. George +Barrington, arrived. Next day we sailed, getting +back to Spithead on 28th.</p> + +<p>The worst of belonging to the Channel Fleet, you +were never safe to go any distance; but we had +many kind friends in the neighbourhood. One of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span> +my brother mids was Charles Patterson, the son of +an Admiral, who lived at Cosham. He was a friend +of my Captain, and I often stayed with him. The +old gentleman was kindness itself, with no end of +good stories. He swore a good deal, but only at +himself: his heart, or liver, etc.</p> + +<p>The latter part of his service as Captain was as +Governor of Porchester Castle, which was, and will +always be, a most interesting ruin. <span id='cor_52'>Built by the +Romans</span>, in the fourteenth century it was used by +King John as a State prison.</p> + +<p>At the period of the Revolutionary wars it held +French prisoners, and Dutch sailors taken at the +battle of Camperdown.</p> + +<p>The Admiral had a pretty daughter, with whom +we midshipmen were in love. Mrs. Patterson was so +kind to us. She was a wonderful horsewoman. I +never saw the Admiral in any other costume by day +than yellow leathers and mahogany tops. Miss +Patterson had a collection of animals carved by the +prisoners out of their meat-bones. I have some of +them now.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Portsmouth, +Sept. 14.</div> + +<p>We got notice to receive on board Bishop Inglis +and family for Nova Scotia.</p> + +<p>While at the Naval College I had watched with +interest the building of the <span class='ships'>Princess Charlotte</span>, not +only on account of her grand proportions, but there +were associations connecting the name of that fair +Princess with our family, my grandmother, Lady de +Clifford, having been governess to Her Royal Highness.</p> + +<p>In those days a ship of the line frequently remained +ten or twelve years on the stocks. To stand on the +keel near the sternpost and look forward, at a time +before beams or planking of any sort had been +placed, and to reflect that 800 full-grown oak-trees<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span> +had been expended in her construction, made you lost +in wonder. The <span class='ships'>Princess Charlotte</span> was laid down +in 1812, and was to carry 120 guns and have a round +stern: an innovation in those days on the present +square old <span class='ships'>Victory</span>.</p> + +<p>Thursday, September 13, was the day fixed for +the launch, ushered in by a royal salute, announcing +the arrival of Leopold, Crown Prince of Belgium, +who was to christen her.</p> + +<p>Being anxious for a good place, I landed early +from the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>. Climbing to the top of a building-shed +I commanded a fine view. Spectators assembled +in thousands.</p> + +<p>As large ships were only launched on the top of +spring tides, a larger quantity of water than usual +had been admitted into the floating-basin.</p> + +<p>When the moment arrived the great ship started, +and the lock of the dry-dock burst. On the one +hand I saw the huge ship majestically sliding into the +harbour; while on the other, hundreds of human +beings were being precipitated into the dry-dock by +the bursting of the lock and breaking of the bridge, +which was crowded.</p> + +<p>Some of those who were in the centre were carried +the whole length of the dock and managed to escape.</p> + +<p>Full particulars may be found in the <cite>Hampshire +Telegraph</cite>, September 13, 1825.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 28.</div> + +<p>Having embarked the Very Rev. J. Inglis, Bishop +of Nova Scotia, Mrs. Inglis, and two tall, handsome +daughters, we sailed for Halifax. The summer was +over, and we had no time to lose, as we hoped to +escape being frozen in for the winter in Canada.</p> + +<p>Things generally go on smoothly while ladies are +on board. However, we were detained two days at +Cowes and ten at Falmouth.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 21.</div> + +<p>We anchored in Fayal Roads on 21st until 23rd, +when we again sailed into more bad weather.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Halifax, +N. S. +Nov. 7.</div> + +<p>It was the 7th before we reached Halifax. How +thankful our poor passengers must have been! We +saluted the flag of Rear-Admiral W. T. Lake; afterwards +landed our good Bishop under salute of 13 +guns.</p> + +<p>The Bishop and family did all they could to make +our short stay pleasant, particularly to us youngsters. +A ball was given, at which I was too shy to dance +with one of the tall and handsome Miss Inglises. +General Sir James Kempt was the Governor, one of +the most popular as well as the smartest officers I had +seen. Years afterwards he seconded Lord Lyndoch’s +proposal for me as a member of the United Service +Club.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sunday, +Nov. 20.</div> + +<p>We received on board Commander Canning and +officers of the <span class='ships'>Sappho</span> for passage home, she having +been wrecked on the coast. The flagship <span class='ships'>Jupiter</span>, +60, shifted nearer entrance preparatory to going into +milder winter quarters.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Monday, +Nov. 21.</div> + +<p>In proof that we had remained long enough, our +sails were frozen to the yards. It took marling-spikes +to hammer the gaskets before the sails could +be loosed.</p> + +<p>We sailed after breakfast, with the <span class='ships'>Pelter</span>, 10, +brig in company. I fancy junior commanders don’t +care about being in co., and after Wednesday evening +we saw no more of her.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 1.</div> + +<p>December 1 found us in 43° north latitude; +unpleasant mornings for washing decks. I saw but +little of our passenger, the Prime Minister’s son, nor +did he much of his half-uncle.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sunday, +Dec. 11.</div> + +<p>Just at dark came to in Plymouth Sound. Sailed +13th, arriving at Spithead 14th.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Tweed</span></span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1826. +Jan. 19.</div> + +<p>Had to attend my Captain at a court-martial which +caused an unusual sensation. It took place on +board the <span class='ships'>Victory</span> in Portsmouth Harbour, with all +established pomp and ceremony. The president was +Rear-Admiral of the White, Sir William Hall Gage. +On opening the Court, the ten senior Captains of those +assembled were sworn; the remainder were informed +their services were not required. The Provost-Marshal, +with drawn sword and cocked hat, in charge +of the prisoner, took position at the lower end near +the right side of the table, on which lay the prisoner’s +sword with handle towards him.</p> + +<p>The following Captains formed the Court, taking +their seats on alternate sides of the table, according +to seniority, the senior on the right of the president:</p> + +<ul class='no-bullet'> +<li>Patrick Campbell, C.B., <span class='ships'>Ocean</span>, 80.</li> +<li>Sir Michael Seymour, Bart., K.C.B., Royal Yacht.</li> +<li>Henry Hill, <span class='ships'>Melville</span>, 74.</li> +<li>Fred. Warren, <span class='ships'>Spartiate</span>, 76.</li> +<li>Charles Inglis, <span class='ships'>Victory</span>, 104.</li> +<li>William Fairbrother Carrol, <span class='ships'>Warspite</span>, 76.</li> +<li>Nicholas Lockyer, C.B., <span class='ships'>Romney</span>.</li> +<li>Fred. Hunn, <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, 28.</li> +<li>Richard Deans Dundas, <span class='ships'>Volage</span>, 26.</li> +</ul> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span></p> + +<p>The prisoner was Captain of the <span class='ships'>Ariadne</span>. He +was tried for having purchased a slave negress at +Zanzibar, and taken her to sea. She mysteriously +disappeared off the coast of Africa.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 24</div> + +<p>The trial lasted three days. When the Court +reopened for the last time, the members had resumed +their cocked hats, the prisoner’s sword lay on the +table with the point towards him. He was dismissed +the service of His Majesty King George IV., and +Captain Adolphus Fitz-Clarence appointed to the +<span class='ships'>Ariadne</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 20.</div> + +<p>Received Colonel Dashwood, appointed Consul +at Mexico, a guardsman, and of course a good fellow: +it was not until the 25th that we got his luggage +and fixings on board. In the afternoon we sailed, +but not in a hurry; Captains with Government +passengers seldom are. We anchored at Cowes and +Yarmouth; next move we ran through the Needles.</p> + +<p>[Feb. 15.]</p> + +<p>We were glad to find ourselves out of the cold, +and came to in Funchall Roads. We saluted the +Portuguese flag: the pinnace, instead of being +astern, was fast to the guess-warp boom; her planking +so shook that she had to be hoisted in. Next +day the First Lieutenant was invalided, and went +home in the <span class='ships'>Eden</span>, 28. On shore we enjoyed the +usual kind hospitality. I had lost my female playfellows, +and, although I did not grow, I joined my +seniors in the rides and picnics; that at the Corral, +for enjoyment and scenery, is not to be beaten.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 27.</div> + +<p>On sailing, we got unusually quick into the north-east +trade; sails trimmed accordingly, ropes coiled +up, and ship prepared for painting.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 20.</div> + +<p>We came to in Carlisle Bay, Barbadoes. Sent +boats and party on shore for water, which I was +allowed to join.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 25.</div> + +<p>We sailed. No scenery in the Mediterranean can +be more beautiful than that we experienced running +past the beautiful Islands of Porto Rico, St. Domingo, +and distant view of Cuba; sea clear and smooth; +flying-fish, dolphin, and sea-birds.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 5.</div> + +<p>Running into Port Royal, we saluted the flag of +Vice-Admiral Sir Lawrence Halstead.</p> + +<p>The next morning I saw the Governor, the Duke +of Manchester, who had driven down from his hill +residence to meet our Captain—his conveyance, a +random tandem: two leaders abreast and a horse +between the shafts.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 8.</div> + +<p>We left Port Royal, running down the trade, and +reached Vera Cruz on the 19th, saluting the Mexican +flag with 19 guns.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 23.</div> + +<p>Royal salute, it being His Majesty George IV.’s +birthday. Same day Governor-General of Vera Cruz +came on board, and was saluted with 19 guns. It +took a few days before the Consul’s house at Xalapa +was fit to receive him; he left us under a salute of +7 guns, but what he seemed to prefer were three +hearty British cheers.</p> + +<p>The Gulf of Mexico is for dollars what the bank +of Newfoundland is for fish; owing to the number of +slavers, who, when their trade is slack, are not above +doing a bit of piracy, the merchants care not to trust +their money to traders, while Captains of the Royal +Navy were keen freight collectors.</p> + +<p>I copy the following from my Navy List:—</p> + +<p>“Proclamation by His Royal Highness the Prince +of Wales, Regent of the United Kingdom of Great +Britain and Ireland, in the name and on behalf of +His Majesty.</p> + +<p>“The freight paid for the conveyance of treasure +on board a man-of-war in the West Indies 2<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span> +per cent. On the other side of the Capes Horn +and Good Hope, a half more. Of this freight, +one-fourth to Greenwich Hospital, one-fourth to +the Admiral, or Admirals, on the station, and the +remaining two-fourths to the Captain.”</p> + +<p>I observed that half the pier at Vera Cruz was +built of lumps of iron, such as have since been called +“Seeley’s pigs.” They had been landed at different +times to make room for specie. The Admiral took +care to keep a cruiser not far off, so that the arrival +of a convoy of specie from Mexico was quickly +communicated. Now and then a wicked little mail +brig from Falmouth would drop in, and walk off +with what she could carry. Cochineal paid freight, +but it was too bulky, and required time. Our turn +had not arrived, so we kept between Tampico and +Vera Cruz, learning something.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 9.</div> + +<p>We came to off Tampico. A more uninviting +open roadstead could not be: in-shore the mouth of +a large river, a bar and heavy surf breaking across +and beyond. We lay at single anchor ready to face +foul weather.</p> + +<p>Fresh water was only to be had by sending our +boom-boats, with casks, up the river, beyond high-water +mark, and remaining the night. When you +got back, it was doubtful whether the state of the +bar would allow deep-laden boats to cross. To us +mids, who had no responsibility, it was great fun. +Alligators, turtle, and sharks were numerous; these +were seen to advantage from the shore, when waves +came rolling in, lifting the monsters into the light. +The beach was covered with large mahogany-trees +and broken branches, washed down by the rain +floods.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 12.</div> + +<p>It was my turn to go with the water boats—to me<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> +a picnic. Over the bar, we pulled up the river, tide +with us, intending to anchor off-shore for the night; +but first we had to cook a substantial meal under the +trees. I was about to jump from the bow of the +pinnace on to a dead tree covered with mud, when +the bowman put his hand on my shoulder, and +pointed out that my “dead tree” was a live alligator. +I ran aft and seized a marine’s musket, already loaded. +The reptile at that moment lifted his upper jaw, and +I sent a ball into his stomach. He was assailed with +stretchers and cutlasses, and soon became harmless.</p> + +<p>At daylight we filled our casks from alongside, +and pulled easily down with the tide, alligator in tow, +and so alongside. As I could not pickle the brute, +I was anxious to obtain the bullet, it being my first +shot at big game, and got the good-natured Assistant-Surgeon +Taylor to dissect him. While performing, +the doctor complained of the strong smell of musk, +which I attributed to the ball he was in search of. +The alligator measured eleven feet from tip of nose +to end of tail.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 18.</div> + +<p>We sailed for the Havana. On June 6, as we +passed in, close under the famous Moro, we were +hailed through a huge brass trumpet, in some unintelligible +jargon, which was replied to in much the +same coin.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Havana, +June 6.</div> + +<p>I was now in the famous Havana, of which I had +heard (and seen, as far as pictures go) so much at +Quidenham. My grandfather, assisted by his brothers, +General William and Commodore Augustus Keppel, +had captured it in 1762.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 13.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Galatea</span>, 42. Sir Charles Sullivan, Bart., arrived +from Carthagena; secured along the spritsail yard +was the skin of a huge alligator. The Spanish Main +was unhealthy, yet famous for the collection of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span> +dollars; but this gallant officer, the moment he had +two of his crew down with fever, left the dollars for +the next cruiser to collect.</p> + +<p>Sailed from the Havana on June 13 to rejoin the +flag, arriving off the port on the evening of July 5: +we had to wait for the next day’s sea-breeze to take +us in.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 6.</div> + +<p>On running for Port Royal we stuck on the +middle bank, the sea-breeze, with its accompanying +swell, having set in. We did not shorten sail, as we +drew only about three inches less than the water over +the brittle coral reef. My station was in the main +top; the sea and down to the bottom as clear as +crystal: it was a pretty sight, when the swell lifted +the ship and eased her down. As we proceeded, the +variety of beautiful fish and animals dashed from +under, on both sides. Got into Port Royal with our +bottom a little cleaner than it was. I believe the +mishap occurred by the Quartermaster not rightly +distinguishing the black pilot’s pronunciation of +“starboard” and “larboard.” Found here the +magnificent hospital and store-ship <span class='ships'>Isis</span>, 50, with flag, +<span class='ships'>Rattlesnake</span>, 28, and <span class='ships'>Harlequin</span>, 18.</p> + +<p>Sent pinnace with specie to Kingston. We were +not wanted long; I had only time to make the +acquaintance of one Johnnie Ferron, a jolly Frenchman, +who kept a store, in which was to be found +everything, even to a pair of skates, and three pretty +daughters. We were ordered on a cruise: there +were few dollars, but we <em>might</em> tumble across a slaver.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 11, +16.</div> + +<p>Sailed for the eastward, and as trade wind and +current were the same way, we had to work to +windward, unless, as frequently happened near land, +we got becalmed with islands of Cuba and St. Domingo +in sight.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span></p> + +<p>At daylight we saw a rakish-looking black schooner, +running before the wind under studding sails. She +no sooner made us out than she hauled to the wind, +and was soon out of sight.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 20.</div> + +<p>Four days after we ran into Port-au-Prince, and +saluted the Black Republican flag with seventeen +guns.</p> + +<p>Mr. Mackenzie was our Consul, and through +him we saw quite enough. There were negroes +parading about in the cast-off uniforms of our infantry +and cavalry, helmets and jack-boots, but nothing to +ride.</p> + +<p>The most beautiful island in the Far West was the +first landed on by Christopher Columbus. Some of +his followers fancied they smelt gold; he left a party +behind, from the effects of which Hayti never +recovered.</p> + +<p>For the short time that they claimed the British +protection our hands were full, and we only undertook +half-and-half measures. During the earthquake +of 1842, 3000 people were burnt. The history of +St. Domingo and Hayti fills a book of horrors.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August +23, 29.</div> + +<p>Sailed from Port-au-Prince on August 6; during +our cruise visited the Gonaives and St. Jago de Cuba.</p> + +<p>Left in the early morning, just in time to share +prize-money with the <span class='ships'>Aurora</span> and <span class='ships'>Harlequin</span>.</p> + +<p>Observed the frigate fire a shot across the bows of +a schooner under Dutch colours; between us she had +no chance of escape. She proved to be Spanish, from +Africa, with 267 slaves on board, which, as their +heads were shaved and greased, they looked, before +we got close, like so many 32 lb. round shot.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 2.</div> + +<p>On September 2 arrived at Port Royal, and +commenced final refit before going to Spanish Main, +dollar-hunting.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 6.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Lord Sidmouth</span> mail-packet sailed for England, +and <span class='ships'>Ferret</span>, with convoy flag, for Chagres.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 21.</div> + +<p>Arrived <span class='ships'>Countess of Chichester</span> packet, with mail +from Falmouth.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 23.</div> + +<p>We sailed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 5.</div> + +<p>Came to in Vera Cruz, moored with B. B., down +stream to the Castle.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_062'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_062.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Vera Cruz.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 18.</div> + +<p>While dollars were being piled sailed on a cruise.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 27.</div> + +<p>On the 27th becalmed about 150 miles south-west +of the Mississippi in 40 fathoms water, and had some +excellent sport; cod-fish at the bottom seized both +baits as they reached them. About 12 fathoms +below the surface sharks abounded; the sea was as +clear as glass: the fun was to steer your hooked fish +through them. But a shark is a lazy brute, likes to +know something about what he is going to eat; the +deep-sea shark is always attended by a pilot-fish, who +makes his report.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 17.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Port Royal; not much to do.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 26.</div> + +<p>Towed out of harbour into sea-breeze.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mexico, +Vera +Cruz, +Dec. 6.</div> + +<p>Made the beautiful snow-capped mountain of +Orizaba. Moored between roadstead and St. Juan +d’Ulloa. Our Captain having decided that he would +carry cochineal as well as dollars, the main-deck guns +were run in and the carriages secured fore and aft. +The half-ports caulked in, leaving the lower deck<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span> +cleared for cargo, crew consoling themselves by the +absence of gun-drill and the comfort of an airy deck. +In fact, on arriving on the station, hammocks by +general consent were dispensed with. I, as well as +the rest, had for two years no other bed than the +deck, with jackets rolled up for a pillow.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1827. +Jan. 1.</div> + +<p>Lieutenant Christopher Smith and self availed +ourselves of the repeated kind invitations of Colonel +Dashwood to visit him at Xalapa, to us a strange +country not without its excitements. We were glad +of the chance to get above the sickly Tierra Caliente. +Xalapa stands on table-land some 4300 feet above +the level of the sea, distant twenty-two leagues.</p> + +<p>Our conveyances were a sort of flat palanquins, +supported between long shafts with a mule at each +end: mounted armed guides and mules with luggage +completed our caravan. On account of the heat, +we did not start until sunset. The first half of our +journey was along a sandy desert infested by brigands, +to protect us from which we paid our guides extra; +of course, at one part of the night we were told to +keep our pistols ready. Convoys are necessary for +the frequent conveyance of dollars from Mexico, +and of which business men take advantage, coming +and returning.</p> + +<p>After passing a refreshment-house at Santa Fé, +we crossed the grand Puente del Rey, and began +to ascend. It was curious how quickly we felt the +agreeable change of climate, and enjoyed the fresh +smell of trees and flowers, the sight of birds of +various plumage, and small hares crossing the road.</p> + +<p>At San Rafael refreshed animals and selves at +a decent <i lang='es'>posada</i>. Smell of garlic we did not mind. +At 3 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> we were welcomed at the hospitable +establishment of Colonel Dashwood. Only a land-surveyor<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span> +could describe the beauty of the scene—the +great table-land in front, with its tropical vegetation, +and the background of Perote and the snow-clad +Orizaba, in the centre of the torrid zone, flanked by +volcanic mountains. One understood how the +gallant guardsman could have left his snug quarters +in St. James’s.</p> + +<p>Xalapa was formerly the mart of New Spain; +merchandise brought on mules to the annual fair. +The apparently magnificent cathedral at the city of +Mexico, a grand pile to look at, was, on account of +the frequent earthquakes, built of bamboo and cane, +and so plastered over.</p> + +<p>Visited some of the country villages, and was +astonished to see the plaster figure of Our Saviour +crucified as a black man!</p> + +<p>I will not attempt to describe the hospitality of +our kind host. Mutton was the prevailing dish; +the atmosphere suited sheep better than bullocks, +but game and water-fowl were in plenty. I had an +early taste for ornithology, and enjoyed many days +with my gun in the adjacent forests. Oak-trees +flourished on the tableland, and vegetables in its +temperate climate. The tree which produces the +drug jalap thrives here: about 200,000 lb. are +exported annually. But I am getting out of my +depth as a sailor, and our visit with the kind, +hospitable Dashwood too soon came to an end.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 3.</div> + +<p>Took leave of our kind host, arriving on board +the following day.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">February +5, 26; +March +18, 23.</div> + +<p>Sailed, cruising off and on Tampico, collecting +dollars and cochineal, until 26th, when we sailed, and +arrived at the Havana on March 18. Sailed again +on the 23rd.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 21.</div> + +<p>Sighted the Lizard.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span></p> + +<div class='blockquot cb'> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Extract from “Hampshire Telegraph,”</span></p> +<p class='center'><span class="smcap">April 28, 1827</span>.</p> + +<p class='mth'>“On Tuesday the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, Captain Frederick +Hunn, arrived from Vera Cruz, Tampico, and the +Havana, bringing half a million dollars on account +of the Mexican Government, to pay interest on the +Mexican Loan. Also one and a half million hard +dollars, and 336 serons of cochineal, worth at present +market value £40,000, on merchants’ account.”</p> +</div> + +<div class="sidenote">May 17.</div> + +<p>Paid out of commission.</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'>1827</p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1827. May 18.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Tweed</span> was re-commissioned by Captain Lord +John Churchill, of whom I had heard nothing but +good. Was glad to find myself reappointed. +Having returned from foreign service, I was entitled +to leave, and was kindly received in my old quarters +at Kensington Palace by H.R.H. the Duke of +Sussex.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May–June.</div> + +<p>The season had commenced, London was filling, +and His Royal Highness entertaining with his usual +hospitality. I had not got over my shyness, but +preferred the smaller parties. One evening I was +rather late; the dinner-party were actually waiting +for me. As I entered the room, a voice close by +called out, “Waiter, are my steaks ready?” which +was immediately replied to, “No, sir; but your +chops are.” I found that I owed <em>one</em> to Mr. Yates, +the then famous ventriloquist.</p> + +<p>I found an opportunity to join my sisters, who +had assembled at Holkham. Mary had married Mr. +Stephenson, and Georgina, Colonel Hill; and with the +Coke children it was very cheery.</p> + +<p>There was a distinguished American, Mr. Paterson, +who had a charming wife and two tall, handsome +daughters. It was the custom in those days to have<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> +after-dinner prayers. On my sister inviting Mr. +Paterson to attend, he replied, “I thank you Lady +Anne; but I pray devoutly and sincerely, <em>once</em> a +week!”</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_067'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_067.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Holkham.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<div class="sidenote">June–July.</div> + +<p>My father had married and was abroad, but I +could not leave Norfolk without looking up my +favourite elder brother Edward, the clergyman at +Quidenham. During my short stay he proposed a +visit to the mere, where we had so often fished, rowed, +and skated together. On our way we had to pass a +hollow oak. Edward told me that if I rapped the +tree with my stick an owl would fly out. I did rap, +and the horrid bird in its fright upset a bucket of +whitewash over the parson’s black coat; thought I +should never have stopped laughing.</p> + +<p>My brother Tom was at sea in the <span class='ships'>Undaunted</span>, 46, +commanded by Sir Augustus Clifford.</p> + +<p>These were stirring times. When back at Portsmouth +I found a fleet of Russian ships of the line +extending from St. Helens to the Mother Bank.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> had been fitted for the Mediterranean<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span> +station. A Caffre war had for some time been going +on at the Cape. The <span class='ships'>Espoir</span>, 16, commanded by F. +Greville, was ordered to convey money for payment +of the troops. At the eleventh hour, having shipped +the gold and silver, her Captain found he could not +carry the copper change, without which the silver was +almost useless; so the next ship had to take it, and +we missed Navarino.</p> + +<p>Half the Russian fleet were ordered back to +Cronstadt, and the remaining sailed for Milo, the +Lord High Admiral sending orders to Admiral Sir +Edward Codrington, Commander-in-Chief of the +Mediterranean. It was whispered afterwards that +Sir Edward found a pencil scratch in the corner of +his orders, “Go it, Ned!”</p> + +<p>The Captain and officers took the greatest interest +in the interior fitting as well as that of the outside. +Belonging to a ship “going foreign,” I was allowed +to have my examination in navigation a year earlier. +Out of the dozen who went up, I passed second, +George Goldsmith, afterwards my much-esteemed +First Lieutenant in the <span class='ships'>Childers</span>, having passed first.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 31.</div> + +<p>We had two midshipmen’s berths and places +allotted for stores; even for a midshipman’s pig, +which is supposed never to die. The lower-masts and +bowsprit had been replaced, and the ship re-coppered. +The Captain wore a moustache. Having commanded +a ship in the Mediterranean on the Greek station, he +fancied petticoat trousers for the crew. The ship +was soon out of dock, and secured alongside the hulk.</p> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Royal Sovereign</span> arrived bearing the flag of +Lord High Admiral the Duke of Clarence, Royal +standard flying. His Royal Highness had visited the +Russian fleet. We manned the side of the hulk, with +the crew in their petticoat trousers, while the Royal<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> +Marines, on a raised platform, presented arms. The +Lord High Admiral came on board later, and mustered +the crew. He did not notice me, although I had red +hair like his Flag-Lieutenant, Hon. J. F. De Roos.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Espoir</span>, Commander F. Greville, sailed with +£70,000, newly-coined money, for the Cape.</p> + +<p>We had a Naval Instructor and a nice set of +officers, particularly among our midshipmen. Among +our messmates was a most agreeable and amusing old +salt, one Jonas Coaker, second master. We were +not to have his company, as he had to take charge of +a water-tank for Simon’s Bay. Coaker and I were +shipmates later on.</p> + +<p>I could scarcely recognise the interior of my old +ship. Our mess sported plate and table-cloths. I +had a Marine servant to myself, who no longer +answered to the name of “<em>Cheeks</em>.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 8.</div> + +<p>We sailed out of harbour, saluting the flag of Sir +Thomas Hardy. Having taken on board the copper +coin for <span class='ships'>Espoir’s</span> freight, we sailed on 9th, and came +to off Cowes.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 16.</div> + +<p>We hove to in Plymouth Sound; saluted the flag +of Sir James Saumarez. After communicating, proceeded.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 27.</div> + +<p>Kind readers will have had enough of sea-voyages.</p> + +<p>We arrived at the always agreeable and hospitable +Funchall Roads. Usual salutes. Visits from Russian +and Danish Consuls.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 9.</div> + +<p>At sea. A man fell overboard from the fore topsail +yard; picked him up unhurt.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. +10, 11.</div> + +<p>Came to in Porto Praya Roads, St. Jago, saluting +the Portuguese flag. While watering, a few of us, +including surgeon, schoolmaster, and six of my messmates, +also taking with us James Winser, mids’ +servant, landed with our fowling-pieces for a picnic.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span></p> + +<p>We had a long and enjoyable day. When we +returned at sunset, we found that, on account of +slaves, no boats were allowed to quit the shore. +First Lieutenant, being aware of the rule, no boat +was sent. We took up our quarters in a deserted +hotel, slept on the bare mud floor, unpleasantly +near swampy ground.</p> + +<p>Watering here was disagreeable, having to raft +our casks off with a swell rolling into the roads. +It took us three days.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 14.</div> + +<p>Sailed on 14th. The usual course was to +have crossed the southerly trade wind on the port +tack, but our good Captain, to please Sir George +Cockburn, Second Sea Lord of the Admiralty, +attempted the nearer-looking line off the coast of +Africa. Shortly after sailing, all our picnic-party, +with exception of Granville and myself, were down +with fever. Winser, a good lad, our servant, was +the first to die. He was followed by S. H. Crawford, +Col. Vol. Our good Captain felt these deaths. +His airy cabin was converted into a hospital. My +turn came later. All officers who owned cabins +kindly gave them up. I was put into Lieutenant +Charles Nash’s, who took all the care he could of +me. As was then the practice, they bled me in +both arms and shaved my head. Cockroaches were +numerous. There was a sad stillness about the ship, +and I could hear the firing as the last sad ceremony +on committing the bodies of departed messmates to +the deep.</p> + +<p>The two seniors of our picnic-party, the surgeon +and the schoolmaster, were the third and fourth to +die. After I was down, I sent a message to my +chum, Bridgman Simpson, but it never reached +him.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span></p> + +<p>We lost the following officers: James Napper, +surgeon, aged 40 years; James Hislop,<a id="FNanchor_3" href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> schoolmaster, +28 years; Green West, midshipman, 15 years 7 +months; Henry Stuart Crawford, 15 years; Arthur +Bridgman Simpson, 15 years 7 months; Charles +William Thornton, 14 years 3 months; John +Augustus Aldham, 15 years 3 months. They all +died between October 14 and November 15, 1827. +A tablet to their memory may be seen in the garrison +chapel, Portsmouth.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 17.</div> + +<p>As might have been expected, water and provisions +grew short. Those who dined with the Captain had +to send their allowance of water to his steward.</p> + +<p>We arrived in Table Bay, <em>sixty days</em> from the +Cape de Verds. The account of our African fever +soon spread. Fortunately, my old shipmate, Lieutenant +Christopher Smith, had informed his sister, +married to Puisne Judge Burton, that I was in the +<span class='ships'>Tweed</span>; they at once kindly received me. Oh, the +luxury and comfort! I soon forgot that it had been +my turn next to die. The <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> had to go round +to Simon’s Bay. The kind Captain was glad to +leave me in such good quarters.</p> + +<p>As I gained strength I preferred crawling about +by myself. There was a large garrison at the +Cape, and officers spoke kindly to the sickly mid. +Living in the country at Wynberg were the +Deputy-Adjutant-General, Colonel and Lady Mary +Fitzroy.</p> + +<p>One afternoon when home for tea I found that +Lady Mary had visited Mrs. Burton and claimed +me as a relation, and dwelt on the healthiness of +Wynberg in the summer. I did not fancy leaving +such kind friends as the Burtons had been to me in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span> +my time of need, but all was arranged without my +being consulted, and that evening a carriage conveyed +me away.</p> + +<p>Lady Mary was kindness itself. There were +four children—the only daughter, a darling child +with black eyes, now a happy grandmother, and long +may she remain so! Of the three boys more +hereafter.</p> + +<p>Both Colonel and Lady Mary had been at the +Duchess of Richmond’s ball at Brussels on the eve of +Waterloo. Fitzroy was in the Blues, and they +accompanied the Duke of Richmond when he went +to Canada as Governor, where I believe His Grace +died from the bite of a fox. The then Dowager +Duchess accepted a small collection of birds which I +shot, skinned, and had stuffed while staying with +her children at Wynberg.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 25.</div> + +<p>Christmas Day arrived. Oh, how different from +what I expected a month ago! How bright and +cheery was this day’s gathering!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1828. +January.</div> + +<p>My host was a thorough sportsman and a first-rate +whip, and a month after arrival I found myself +in the saddle; but being subject to attacks of intermittent +fever, which caused a dismount, some one +was always with me. As I grew stronger, I could +sit on a side-saddle with a rug, and exercise Lady +Mary’s own riding-horses. Often when riding over +the usual hunting-ground in the open space at +Stillenbach division, snakes were disturbed.</p> + +<p>Lord Charles Fitzroy Somerset had for many +years been Governor of the Cape, and, as the name +naturally implies, there was a vast improvement in +the breed of horses. His name was a household +word.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Cape.</div> + +<p>Just before the arrival of the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> two Oxfordshire<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span> +emigrants, Henry and George Peck, had been +wrecked in False Bay. Savings from the wreck +enabled them to erect a shelter at Musemberg, a +lucky spot, where the road between Cape Town and +Simon’s Bay turns off at right angles fifteen miles +from one place and seven from the other.</p> + +<p>There was an amusing simplicity about the +brothers, and Lord John Churchill, claiming them +as Oxford yeomen, gave a kind help. They commenced +by selling ginger-beer to midshipmen. Lord +John had a board painted, “The Farmers Peck,” +which was raised on a post in front.</p> + +<p>After the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> left, the officers of the next +Commodore’s ship added an inscription, styling the +brothers as “The Gentle Shepherds of Salisbury +Plain.”</p> + +<div class='blockquot'> +<p class='hang'><span class="smcap">“Life’s but a Journey. Let us Live on the +Road.” Says the Gentle Shepherd of Salisbury +Plain.</span></p> +</div> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Multum in parvo, pro bono publico,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Entertainment for men and beasts all of a row,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">Lekker kost as much as you please;</div> + <div class="verse indent4">Excellent beds without any fleas.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nos patriam fugimus, Now we are here,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Vivamus; let us live by selling beer,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">On donne à boire et à manger ici;</div> + <div class="verse indent4">Come in and try it, whoever you be?</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<p>It is now seventy years since our Captain started +these honest farmers. <em>They</em> have departed long since, +but the original boards remain. A wing has been +added, stables improved, and he must be a good +rider that can get a Cape hack past without washing +his mouth out.</p> + +<p>As I improved in health and strength, my kind<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span> +hosts would have me name any messmates I would +like to see. Glanville was a sportsman, the only +one of our Cape de Verd picnic that had escaped +the African fever; he was a good boxer as well, and +went by the name of “Gully.” Glanville brought +an amusing account of our newly-appointed Irish +mid, Coppinger.</p> + +<p>Simon’s Bay, subject to squalls from the adjacent +mountains, made it necessary to keep sheets clear. +Sailing off in a cutter, Coppinger was capsized; +seen from the ship, boats were sent, crew saved; +but the difficulty was to catch Coppinger, who, being +an expert swimmer and conspicuous from his cocked +hat, which stuck to his head, refused for some time +to be caught.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 29.</div> + +<p>Ships in Simon’s Bay fired a royal salute in commemoration +of the accession of His Majesty King +George IV.</p> + +<p>In the 98th Regiment was Captain Eyre, a sportsman +and lion-killer. Being a brother of the clergyman +at Larling, near Quidenham, we became friends. +He got me made a honorary member of their mess; +it is only the last two years that age has obliged me +to give up attending their annual dinner, where I had +always received a kind and hearty welcome. Le +Marchant was the best-dressed man in the regiment, +and did duty as Town Major; he was not much +of a sportsman, but Eyre persuaded him to join a +lion-shooting party.</p> + +<p>One afternoon, before sundown, they came on a +large reed covert which held lions. Le Marchant, +well mounted, kept in the rear, Eyre and party +closing on the lions; one of them broke covert some +way off, and, making a semi-circuit, selected Le +Marchant, and had pulled his horse to the ground.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span> +Eyre was just in time at close quarters to send a +bullet into the brain of the lion. Le Marchant was +happier afterwards as Governor of Malta.</p> + +<p>My host used to take me when he visited my +Captain for a couple of days at Simon’s Bay, but +kindly bargained for my returning with him.</p> + +<p>Colonel Blake was the Commandant at Simon’s +Bay; most kind and hospitable. He had belonged +to a cavalry regiment. When the country was finally +taken over from the Dutch in 1806 he married a +Cape lady, and had a son and a pretty daughter. +Mat Blake became a breeder of horses, and I hope +and believe that he is still alive.</p> + +<p>While riding in the open country, it was not +unusual to meet the Dutch waggons drawn by eighteen +or twenty bullocks; also sixteen-horse waggons. I +have seen a wild zebra so harnessed, unable to escape, +but made to work, a second driver carrying a lengthy +whip. These facts, though curious to me then, are +as well known as the riders in Hyde Park.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">March.</div> + +<p>As my acquaintance with the soldiers increased, +I became more sporting; they found I could ride at +a lighter weight than any of them—8 stone 6—on +Colonel Fane’s horse. I took to tandem-driving; +such conveyances were to be found in Cape Town, and +finding Assistant-Surgeon William Martin, promoted +from the <span class='ships'>Sparrowhawk</span> to the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> (in place of +my deceased shipmate Napper), wanting a lift, I +undertook the job.</p> + +<p>The road as far as Musemberg was long, but not +so bad. At Farmers Peck’s the horses stopped without +consulting me, and Peck junior suggested they +should each have a bottle of ale, which was administered +by removing the bridles and inserting the neck +of the bottle in the horse’s mouth, holding the head,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span> +nostrils up. The ale disappeared. It was evident +that it was not their first performance.</p> + +<p>From Peck’s our road lay to the right; it was rough +ground, bounded on the off side by rocks and steep +banks; on near side by broken stone wall with bushes +growing between; the sea beyond, which was nearer +at high-water.</p> + +<p>Both horses inclined to run away, which I did +not so much mind if I could keep in the road. It +appears that my leader had been accustomed to work +on the near side in a team, and bore in that direction. +However there was but little traffic.</p> + +<p>Martin held the whip while I twisted the leader’s +rein round my forearm, and pulled all I could. +Martin, instead of sitting quiet, began to “touch the +leader up.” I told him that my neck was as strong +as his, and chucked the reins on to the shaft horse’s +back. The leader threw up his head, turned sharp +to the left, jumped fence and broken wall. I +had an idea, as I lay in the road, of some huge +bird passing in the air. Both horses were on their +backs, when I heard a voice from the bush calling +my attention to the upper wheel, the only thing that +could move, spinning round as if it must catch +fire. We had to ride into Simon’s Town—luckily, +when it was dark—on the bare backs of the +horses.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 23.</div> + +<p>Dressed ship in honour of the King’s coronation. +Salute annulled in consequence of the illness of +Captain of the <span class='ships'>Helicon</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 27.</div> + +<p>Commodore Skipsey arrived on board <span class='ships'>Maidstone</span>, +46, to relieve Commodore Christian.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 28.</div> + +<p>Funeral of Commander Acland; colours lowered +half-mast; a name much respected in the service.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 10.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Tweed</span> inspected by Commodore Skipsey.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span></p> + +<p>We sailed from Simon’s Bay on May 11, and +anchored off the Bell Buoy on 31st. The Buoy was +a square air-tight tank; the bell, on a staff in the +centre, kept ringing by the motion of the sea.</p> + +<p>Our anchorage was so near the burial-ground that +we could witness the daily ceremony. The coffin +was placed over the prepared grave, and when that +part of the beautiful service, “Earth to earth,” was +said, a bolt was drawn; the body fell into its last +resting-place, and the coffin went back for its next +passenger.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 1.</div> + +<p>Port Louis had a snug inner harbour close to the +town. The channel from the Bell Buoy was over +thirty cables long; we had to warp up.</p> + +<p>A light coir rope stopped to bent flukes of small +anchors; about three ships’ lengths apart. Negro +divers released the stops as the warping ship +approached. In a man-of-war it was a run from end +to end.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Espoir</span>, 10, Commander Henry F. Greville, +arrived.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 17.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Castle Huntley</span>, a fine East Indiaman, arrived +with the newly-appointed Governor-General, Hon. +Sir Charles Colville, on board, which the worthy +Captain, Thomas Dunkin, thought entitled him to +display at his main topgallant masthead the Union +Jack—a flag, afloat, representing an Admiral of the +Fleet. The Captain did not approve of being obliged +to haul it down, and commenced a long correspondence +with “powers that be” at home. This, however, +never interfered with the cordial good-feeling which +existed between our Chief and the two gallant +Governors.</p> + +<p>It was arranged with Lord John Churchill that +<span class='ships'>Tweed</span> should take Sir Lowry Cole to the Cape of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span> +Good Hope, to which he had been appointed as +Governor: the staff was large, and required a certain +time for us to prepare.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jane 25.</div> + +<p>General Sir Lowry Cole paid his farewell visit as +Governor, and was received with all due honours. +In Sir Lowry we had another of Wellington’s Peninsular +heroes, with a far longer record than a midshipman’s +log has room for. His Excellency was not at +the battle of Waterloo, because on that day he +married Lady Frances, daughter of Lord Malmesbury, +the lady who was so kind to us youngsters. +The honeymoon must have been of short duration, +as Sir Lowry rejoined his old chief at the occupation +of Paris.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_078'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_078.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>View from Réduit.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>The children were charming. Had we belonged +to the family, we could not have been treated with +greater kindness. Horses and ponies at Government<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span> +House, Port Louis, as well as at a charming house, +Le Réduit, which my friend Larking describes as a +fine old French château, built by Labourdoniere +when Governor of the island. It stands in lovely +wooded grounds, several hundred acres in extent, +triangular-shaped. Two rivers run through deep +ravines and form the sides of a triangle. They meet +at the apex, which is called Bout au Monde—the +haunt of hundreds of monkeys.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 22.</div> + +<p>Arrived <span class='ships'>Sparrowhawk</span>, 18, Commander James +Polkinghorne.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 23.</div> + +<p>The necessary number of captains being present, +I was examined as to my qualifications in seamanship, +having already passed for navigation before +leaving England. The captains were not hard on +me; the passing certificates were made out in triplicate +to be sent to the Admiralty. The captains +kindly signed an extra one, which I sent to my +father. From this day I ceased to be a midshipman, +and became a mate in His Majesty’s Navy.</p> + +<p>There was a huge tortoise in the grounds of +Government House at Port Louis. It could move +with six men on its back, three a side, standing on +edge of its shell, holding hands across. On inquiry +from Mr. Robinson, a late resident and relative of +mine, I found there had been two of these animals +introduced into the island by the French, and they +were on the list of Ordnance stores taken over by +the British on the evacuation. The entry was certified +by Commissary-General Jago in 1810. They +were allowed to stroll about, but were seldom met +or even seen together. This big one was generally +to be found in the R.A. mess compound. I +understand that in 1861 a young officer fired a +revolver at it. The bullet made a dent on the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span> +shell, but did not penetrate. The mark was still +visible in 1884. The tortoise often disappeared, at +one time for a whole month, but returned of its own +accord. It was easily driven by tapping on the back +and hind-legs with a small rattan.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_080'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_080.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>A Colossal Tortoise.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>In the garrison were the 29th Regiment, commanded +by a Waterloo hero, Lieutenant-Colonel +Simpson; the 99th, known amongst the French +population as the “Neuf Neuf,” Lieutenant-Colonel +Hardinge; and 82nd, Lieutenant-Colonel Balfour, +besides Engineers and Artillery.</p> + +<p>Society was charming. In addition to our garrison +ladies, the French, then as now, joined in all +festivities. I had a chum, Phillpotts, in the 29th, +the same height as myself, and the same lady kindly +patronised us both; but hoping to cut my friend +out, I thought to improve myself by taking lessons in +dancing. The next day, when I arrived at Monsieur +Longville’s, the French artist, I found Phillpotts +already there!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 28.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Champion</span>, 18, arrived from India in command of +my much-esteemed kinsman, George Delmé. On +board, too, was my brother Tom, who had left the +Naval College early in 1827, and went to India in +the <span class='ships'>Success</span>, where Admiral Sir William Hall Gage +transferred him to the <span class='ships'>Champion</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 18.</div> + +<p>We embarked Sir Lowry Cole and family, as +well as a large staff, with all due honours, and sailed +immediately, ships and forts cheering as we passed. +Colonel Wade, Military Secretary, was a great +favourite. His son in the 98th, a linguist who +afterwards made himself master of the Chinese +language, with its 500 letters, was afterwards Sir +Thomas Wade, our Minister at Peking. Captain +During, A.D.C., Dr. Dyce, Rev. A. M. Canton,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span> +and although last not least, Kerr Baillie Hamilton. +In addition to these was Lady Frances Cole and the +charming children.</p> + +<figure class='figleft' id='i_082'> + <img class='v100' src='images/i_082.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Sir Lowry Cole.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>Our Captain himself was a <i lang='fr'>bon-vivant</i>. It +delighted him to entertain so good a judge as Sir +Lowry. He had also +heard of the remark +made by Wellington, +while in winter-quarters +after Salamanca, to a +new-comer in camp: +“Cole gives the best +dinners; Hill the next; +mine are no great +things; but Beresford’s +and Picton’s are very +bad indeed.”</p> + +<p>The party was large, +and food drawing to +an end. The evening +before arrival at Simon’s +Bay there had been a +dish of roast guinea-fowls; +one of which was set aside for the Governor’s +breakfast and placed in a safe that hung over the +hatchway, abreast of the mids’ berth, under the +charge of the cabin-door sentry. Now, when the +sentry went forward to strike eight bells, the safe +door being partially open, a hungry mid conveyed +the tempting bird to his mess-table, where it disappeared +without “fork and knife or noise or strife.”</p> + +<p>After the landing of the Governor came the +painful inquiry, “Who stole the guinea-fowl?” +Of course, nobody did, and our leave was confined +to Simon’s Bay.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 7.</div> + +<p>We arrived in Simon’s Bay, and following day +landed the Governor, Sir Lowry Cole, with all due +honours.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_083'> + <img class='v100' src='images/i_083.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>The Device of Jonas Coaker.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>At Simon’s Bay we found that Jonas Coaker had +arrived with his schooner-rigged tank. After crossing +the “Line” on his way out, he had been becalmed for +some hours, when a rakish-looking schooner, that +might have been slaver or pirate—most likely both—hove +in sight, bringing a light breeze up. Now,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span> +Jonas, being unarmed, had no wish to communicate. +He assembled his crew, dressed in white frocks and +trousers, and having unshipped the cook’s funnel, +which was of polished brass, mounted it on an +impromptu carriage, and got the muzzle pointed +towards the stranger, with the crew ranged on each +side, while he paraded the deck in cocked hat and +sidearms. He had also a mid and second master. +The stranger got near enough to make out that the +schooner’s sails were not of cotton; she in studding +sails, and, much to Jonas’s relief, hauled to the +wind.</p> + +<p>Jonas was full of information. On arriving in +Simon’s Bay, he, in answer to inquiries of his young +officers, how the Cape sheep came to have such broad, +flat tails, explained that it arose from their invariably +feeding uphill!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 24.</div> + +<p>Jonas Coaker commenced building a stone pier and +breakwater from the bottom of the Commodore’s +garden. With a small rock in position and material +at hand, it is a wonder it was not thought of before.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 20.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Undaunted</span>, 46, Captain Augustus Clifford, +C.B., arrived with Lord William Cavendish-Bentinck, +appointed Governor-General of India.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 5.</div> + +<p>Fired a royal salute in commemoration of the +discovery of the Gunpowder Plot.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec.</div> + +<p>Leave of so many being stopped, there were an +unusual number of mids in Simon’s Bay, which of +course made the place unusually lively. Colonel +Blake, the kind Commandant, entertained most +hospitably, as did Mr. Osmond, better known as “King +John.” Colonel Blake had for years been annoyed by +baboons which came down from the mountain and +stole his figs. After a while he caught one, flogged, +and let it go. He lost no more figs.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span></p> + +<p>Time slipped away. Christmas was drawing near, +and kind invitations came from numerous friends—the +Stolls, Cloetes, Lorentz, Ebdens, and others. A +kind letter from Lady Mary Fitzroy to our Captain +caused leave to be given to any but the actual +perpetrator. Now, as I had the morning watch, and +had not, at the time of the guinea-fowl’s escape, been +relieved, Christmas Day found myself with that bright +and happy family, the Fitzroys.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1829. +January.</div> + +<p>After a while I had a latch-key, and a room +adjoining the entrance; became an honorary member +of the 98th mess. I invested in a couple of horses +that I could not afford, and deluded a messmate, +young Armytage, into doing the same. He was a +lighter weight than myself, and could ride well. +Glanville kept a fast horse with a bangtail. He was +older and a more experienced rider, and had also +learnt the noble art of self-defence.</p> + +<p>One day, at Morrison’s Hotel, I heard a man +requesting to be taken to Major Keppel. This +proved to be the famous blind traveller, Joseph +Holman. He had heard my voice, and took it for +that of his friend, my brother, who was then in +England.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 15.</div> + +<p>Commodore Schomberg hoisted his broad pendant, +which was saluted by us.</p> + +<p>In the midst of our little gaieties <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> was ordered +to the Mauritius. Our kind Captain allowed Glanville +and self each to take a horse, as we could there +get rid of them to advantage.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 7.</div> + +<p>We sailed. Showed colours to vessels in St. Paul’s +Roads, Bourbon.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 10–Mar. 29.</div> + +<p>Arrived Port Louis, Mauritius. The Governor, +Hon. Sir Charles Colville, and family, continued the +same kind hospitality as their predecessors. I have<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span> +often regretted our inability to return in any way +their kindness.</p> + +<p>A mid’s was thought a hard life, but on active +service what had not these gallant soldiers gone +through? I had a brother, a youngster, at Waterloo, +who, for many years in the latter part of his life, tried +to recount various incidents of that day. Sir Charles +Colville’s division appears to have been placed at Hal, +on the extreme right of the British army, Wellington +believing that was the point on which Napoleon was +advancing. The General made up for it by the gallant +manner in which he stormed and captured Cambrai, +the last French fort to surrender.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April.</div> + +<p>Races took place, which we enjoyed. Our sailor +horses were entered for anything that could afford +sport. Glanville’s bangtail was a clever horse: +won everything he ran for. Armytage rode a +light weight for the garrison with success. I rode a +couple, but my horse had not time to be properly +trained; afterwards he bolted, rolled over the rails, +nearly killed an Irish jockey; but I got double what +he cost me. Glanville did better still.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 20.</div> + +<p>Mail arriving, was disappointed to find that my +passing certificates had been returned by some smart +Admiralty clerk for “Mr. Keppel’s signature.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 3.</div> + +<p>Sailed for the Cape; <span class='ships'>Espoir</span> in co.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 21.</div> + +<p>Arrived in Simon’s Bay. Many kind friends +came on board; Johnnie Stoll, of the <span class='ships'>Maidstone</span>, +was the first to inform me that I was promoted. I +could scarcely believe it, as my passing certificates +had been returned to me, at the Mauritius, for signature. +However, my Lieutenant’s commission was +in the Commodore’s office.</p> + +<p>This was indeed an unexpected pleasure, enough +to turn the brain of an older head. Sapient resolves<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span> +no longer to play the fool! I now held the rank +equivalent to that of a Captain in the army. I was +almost ashamed of the congratulations of so many of +my seniors.</p> + +<p>The Commodore, Schomburg, was also kind. I +found him just as he had finished a long correspondence +with the Admiralty about the <span class='ships'>Castle Huntley</span>, +Indiaman, while she was at the Mauritius, with these +words:</p> + +<p>“I cannot conclude without regretting that His +Majesty’s Orders in Council seem still but imperfectly +understood by many branches of the civil, +military, and merchant services”—words as applicable +near seventy years after.</p> + +<p>With my dear Captain I was indeed sorry to +part: it seemed as if I had been with him years. +His kindness and anxiety when so many of us were +down with fever endeared him to all, especially myself, +the only survivor of the picnic party.</p> + +<p>I went off to receive further congratulations from +my kind friends the Fitzroys, who had done so +much to restore me to health and strength.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 10.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Rainbow</span>, 28, Captain Hon. Henry Rous, +arrived from the East Indian Station, so full of invalids +and other passengers there was no room for +me, but the Captain had the will and soon found the +way. A cot was hung on the starboard side of the +aft-deck. In itself a luxury: and being in sight of +the cabin-door sentry, no chance of my lanyard being +cut by a horrid midshipman; for the rest, I was the +Captain’s guest.</p> + +<p>After taking leave of many kind friends, I +thought it right to show my new shipmates how +the ropes lead about Cape Town. There were races +going on, at one of which my chum Whaley Armytage<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span> +got his arm broken. There was also a dignity ball to +come off, more refined, but not better fun, than those +in the West Indies. Leave-taking over and Armytage +convalescent, with his arm in a sling, I conveyed him +to Simon’s Bay in a tandem. We had the usual rest +and refreshment at Farmers Peck’s.</p> + +<p>The tide happening to be out when we reached +Fishhook Bay, I turned my leader’s head into the +cutting that had been made in the rock, for the +accommodation of led horses. On one side was the +perpendicular cliff, on the other a drop of between +thirty and forty feet on to rocks and sea. There +was nothing left for my leader but to go on, with +shafts and wheeler close upon him. We arrived +safe at the bottom. Further on met the Resident, +Colonel Blake, riding with his daughter. He would +not credit my account, and, as the tide was out, rode +on to find the impression of wheels, I having booked +his four to one.</p> + +<p>Forty years after, and maybe does now, the spot +bore the name of “Keppel’s Folly.”</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_089'> + <img class='v100' src='images/i_089.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Keppel’s Folly.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<div class="sidenote">June 15.</div> + +<p>We sailed for England. The <span class='ships'>Rainbow</span> had been +on the Australian and New Zealand stations, which +accounted for my seeing, when dining with my kind +host, on removal of the dish-cover, the tattooed head +of a Maori Chief.</p> + +<p>The ship was full of curios: game-cocks secured +by the leg to alternate gun-carriages on main-deck. +There were two Bengal tiger whelps, a ferocious-looking +bull-dog as gentle as a lamb, and a monkey +free to go where he chose.</p> + +<p>After evening quarters, a sail was spread on the +forecastle, where some interesting sparring took +place. In the cabin, I had each forenoon a lesson +in backgammon, with the Captain, at the cost of a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span> +shilling per day. Among invalids was a Lieutenant, +Jack Crosbie, who quarrelled with me because I +made a remark about his sister in reply to one he +made about me. I did not know then that he <em>had</em><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span> +a sister, although he had five, all uncommonly good-looking—I +married one!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 25.</div> + +<p>Arrived off St. Helena. Our Captain had served +in one of the ships that had guarded the island during +the residence of the great Napoleon. His Imperial +Majesty had died May 5, 1821, and his remains +rested in a spot chosen by himself—a garden at +the foot of a deep ravine; the grave, between two +willow-trees, close to a fountain, from which he had +during life been specially supplied. To visit the +spot with the Captain was a pleasant and interesting +walk.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_090'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_090.jpg' alt=''> +<figcaption>Napoleon’s Grave.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<div class="sidenote">July 2.</div> + +<p>Called at Ascension, then little better than a huge +cinder; there was a small spring some seven miles +distant. Its redeeming point was the kind manner +in which the finest turtle landed to deposit their eggs +on the numerous sanded inlets; this they preferred +doing on bright moonshiny nights, never dreaming +that they were being watched. And having covered +with sand as many or more than a hundred luscious<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span> +eggs, the size and shape of a large orange, left them +for the sun to hatch. Their own tracks carefully +sprinkled with sand, on returning to the briny deep, +they little thought they were to be turned on their +backs, above high-water mark, by huge Royal +Marines, there to await passage to the table of the +First Lord of the Admiralty or his friends! Of +course, the male turtle is never foolish enough to +land if he knows of it.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 8</div> + +<p>On our reaching soundings in the chops of the +Channel, Captain Rous bought a bag of potatoes +from a pilot boat; and having a live pig still left, he +determined on a feast, and so make up my quarrel +with Crosbie.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 10.</div> + +<p>We arrived at Spithead, after the pleasantest +voyage I ever made.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">England</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1829. +Aug. 12.</div> + +<p>Goodwood Races being due, I brought up at the +“Keppel’s Head,” and let my kinsman, Henry Delmé, +at Cams (a mansion at the head of Portsmouth +Harbour), know that I was ready for a seat on his +drag.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 13.</div> + +<p>On the 13th I intercepted the yellow coach at +Cosham, and had my portmanteau placed in the boot. +Mrs. Delmé was on the box, sitting behind the same +four greys I recollected so well. Fanny Delmé and +Mrs. Delmé Radcliffe inside, George Delmé and +other friends outside.</p> + +<p>Such a day! Everything lovely. On the course +I was soon spotted by Captain Rous. Not the enclosure +or any part of the course that I had not +access to. Jack Crosbie took me to his father, a +smart old soldier in a neat phaeton, with a pretty +daughter by his side. I was invited to Watergate, +and forgot all previous engagements. Portmanteau +shifted from the drag; friends going back had to +order my six newly-made shirts, with cambric front +and frills, to be sent after me!</p> + +<p>There was another open Crosbie carriage, from +which four posters were being removed. Two handsome +girls got out, attended by same number of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span> +brothers, who saw them into the grand stand, but no +further.</p> + +<p>I recognised many of the Goodwood party, whom +I came to know better later on. There was room +for me in the phaeton, with a pleasant drive of twelve +miles across the Sussex Downs to Watergate.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 15.</div> + +<p>The last day of the races appeared much too +soon.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 18.</div> + +<p>I was conveyed to Petersfield, where I caught the +Portsmouth “Regulator,” and so to London. A +night with my brother-in-law, Stephenson, and sister +Mary, in Arlington Street. In the morning on by +Norwich “Telegraph” to Larlingford and Quidenham.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 29.</div> + +<p>My dear father’s large family told heavily; the +Hall was closed, and he was living in the Parsonage.</p> + +<p>At end of the month the kind Duke of Sussex +took me with him to Kinmel, followed by Charlie +Gore, his aunt Lady Cæcilia Underwood, and her +brother, Captain Gore, R.N., and others.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept.</div> + +<p>After dinner His Royal Highness smoked the +best tobacco, through a convenient boxwood mouth-piece, +which I had charge of.</p> + +<p>We, the staff, in the evening wore green coats, +with his Royal Highness’s buttons, buff cloth waistcoats, +and trousers.</p> + +<p>One afternoon, luckily an hour before dinner-time, +I sat on the tail of my dress-coat; in the pocket +was the cigar-holder, shortened by a quarter of an +inch. Colonel Hughes was a clever turner. I ran to +him in my trouble, and he turned what was left so +cleverly that no one could detect it was not new. I +watched His Royal Highness changing the holder in +his mouth; he never found out the difference, and I +took care that his black page did not either.</p> + +<p>Sir Richard Bulkeley, who married the eldest<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span> +daughter of Colonel and Mrs. Hughes in May 1828, +lost her within a year; so we were very quiet. I +drove with him in his mail phaeton several trips to +Baron Hill at Beaumaris.</p> + +<p>I was much amused by Welsh ways. Farming +couples came to market on the same horse. Women +wore tall, pointed hats.</p> + +<p>Another old-fashioned house, Fryars, belonged to +Bulkeley’s parents, Sir Robert and Lady Williams. +The younger ladies, and their governess, occupied an +adjoining building, St. Margaret’s, into which I was +introduced walking on my hands!</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_095'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_095.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>At St. Margaret’s.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>It was a cheery, happy family. We met in +different parts later on. Baron Hill was burnt down +May 1836.</p> + +<p>The Menai Suspension Bridge was still a curiosity—the +foundation laid in 1819, first chain, 1825; +when a sailor walked across, and on which a shoemaker, +sitting across, completed a pair of boots. The +general opening took place early in 1826.</p> + +<p>My friend Charles Paget, in command of the +<span class='ships'>Procris</span>, 16, was the first man-of-war, and, I believe, +the last, that sailed through.</p> + +<p>There was a family of Williams, near neighbours, +at Craig-y-Don. Tom Williams had two yachts, +the <span class='ships'>Hussar</span> and <span class='ships'>Gazelle</span>. The <span class='ships'>Hussar</span> was a rakish-looking +schooner, but he spoilt her in trying to make +her a man-of-war brig like Paget’s <span class='ships'>Procris</span>. He +had capital shooting—hanging woods on bank of the +Menai Straits. I returned there in later years.</p> + +<p>There was also a near neighbour to Kinmel, Sir +John Williams, at Boddlewyddlam. He, too, had +a pretty daughter, but the Welsh women were all +charming.</p> + +<p>From Kinmel I went with His Royal Highness<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span> +a short visit to Lord Ferrars at Ashby-de-la-Zouch. +I never saw any one take so much snuff.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">October.</div> + +<p>It was end of October when I got back to +London, but the big town was always gay. “Black-eyed +Susan,” at the Surrey, was drawing crowds of +both sexes to cry. But there was an entertainment +for a select few, which I fancied my brother-in-law +Stephenson was the life of—“The Sublime Society +of Beefsteaks”; the time, too, of meeting suited +me. I venture to state a few particulars, although +far from the wide and open sea.</p> + +<p>There have been, and still are, many Beefsteak +Clubs, but the “Sublime Society” was founded in +1735 by Henry Rich, the famous harlequin. It +consisted of twenty-four members. Among the +rules were:</p> + +<div class='blockquot'> +<p>“Beefsteaks shall be the only meat.</p> + +<p>“Broiling begins at two of the clock; table-cloth +removed at three of the clock.</p> + +<p>“Any wagers lost to be paid to the treasurer.</p> + +<p>“Any member absenting himself three successive +days of meeting, unless excused by a majority, shall +be expelled.</p> + +<p>“A member allowed one guest, had, if he brought +a second, to borrow a name.</p> + +<p>“The society consists of a president, a vice-president, +a bishop, a recorder, a boots.”</p> +</div> + +<p>The meetings generally broke up in time for the +theatres.</p> + +<p>In addition to the president’s chair, which was +carved in oak, with a gridiron and motto, “Beef and +Liberty” (this chair was bought at Christie’s in +1867 for H.R.H. the Prince of Wales), each member +had a carved chair with crest and motto.</p> + +<p>Among members I see names of Hogarth and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span> +Sandwich. Later the number of members was +increased.</p> + +<p>Following address presented with a silver cigar-case, +which bore the inscription:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>“That he may keep us in his mind who lives in our +hearts, this case is presented to our brother Henry Frederick +Stephenson, by the hand of his Royal brother, the Duke +of Sussex, in his and our names, in grateful remembrance of +his services. December 4, 1824.</p> + +<ul class='no-bullet'> +<li>Charles Morris.</li> +<li>John Richards.</li> +<li>Richard Wilson.</li> +<li>His Royal Highness the Duke of Sussex.</li> +<li>Samuel James Arnold.</li> +<li>William Linley.</li> +<li>W. J. Denison, M.P.</li> +<li>Henry Brougham (Lord High Chancellor).</li> +<li>Arthur Morris.</li> +<li>Thomas Lewin.</li> +<li>Sir Matthew Wood, M.P.</li> +<li>General Sir Ronald Ferguson, M.P.</li> +<li>William Henry Whitbread, M.P.</li> +<li>James Lonsdale.</li> +<li>Earl of Suffolk.</li> +<li>Honble. Admiral G. Dundas.</li> +<li>W. P. Honeywood.</li> +<li>Colonel Thomas Wildman.</li> +<li>Robert Chaloner.</li> +<li>The Duke of Leinster.</li> +<li>Sir John Cam Hobhouse, M.P. (Lord Broughton).”</li> +</ul> + +</div> + +<p>During visits to the Beefsteak Club I made +acquaintances which lasted many years.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">October, +November.</div> + +<p>I naturally clung to T. P. Cooke; after a while +I drew from him more about himself. He was the +son of a doctor, born in 1786; ten years after he +was in the <span class='ships'>Brazen</span>, 26, at the siege of Toulon, and +at thirteen years of age was at the battle of St. +Vincent.</p> + +<p>In 1804 he played “Nelson” at Astley’s. I +wonder if Nelson ever saw him. After playing in +“Black-eyed Susan” a hundred times at the Surrey, +he went to Covent Garden, where I found him when<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span> +I returned from sea. I was present at his last performance +on the stage as “William.”</p> + +<p>Vauxhall was another agreeable meet; we generally +went there by boat. The Surrey Theatre was +same side of the water, where “Black-eyed Susan” +was playing.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">November.</div> + +<p>Sir Richard Bulkeley had kindly offered me the +use of his stud at Melton.</p> + +<p>Wishing to see Edward Digby, now quartered +with the 9th Lancers, I booked for Nottingham +instead of Leicester. Digby found me quarters in +barracks. The 9th was then, and always has been, +a smart regiment, and my friend, just of age, was, +in his stable costume, as fine a specimen of a man as +could well be seen.</p> + +<p>Among the good fellows there were Captain +Porter, Lieutenant Hope Grant, and Cornet Jack +Spalding, the greatest dandy I ever saw, and when +William IV. shaved the cavalry he left his pet +regiment, rather than part with his moustache.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">November, +December.</div> + +<p>During my stay in Nottingham a ball took place, +which, owing to the uniform of the Lancers and the +pink coats of hunting men, was a much more brilliant +affair than I had been accustomed to. I was astonished +at the arrival in the middle of the dancing of +my friend Wildman, his wife and sister, from +Newstead. They at once decided, as there was no +hunting, I must return with them. Snow falling, +they took an early departure, before midnight.</p> + +<p>At 2 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> I followed in what was called a “yellow +bounder”—a light carriage on four wheels, without +a coach-box, C-springs, and post-boy riding. I came +up with the Wildman coach half-way, snowed up. +It was agreed that I should go with them, and my +pair as leaders to their four.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span></p> + +<p>It took us eight hours to reach Newstead Abbey. +We were snowed up for some weeks, but I did not +care. With Mrs. Wildman’s sister, Miss Preisig, I +valsed the evenings away.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1830. +January.</div> + +<p>However, letters reached at last, bringing my +appointment to the <span class='ships'>Galatea</span>.</p> + +<p>I managed to catch the mail at Leicester. It was +freezing sharp, and only one outside place. Luckily, +I found a friend, Dr. Pettigrew, who was attached to +the household of the Duke of Sussex. But for him +I think I should have died. Myself fortified with +cloaks and rugs, and the doctor with lozenges, we +arrived the following morning at the Bull Inn, +Aldgate. I subsequently found there was more pain +in thawing than being frozen.</p> + +<p>My kind friend thrust me into a hackney coach, +with all the straw he could collect from the inn. I +started, jolting over the rough pavement, for my +grandmother’s residence, 10 Berkeley Square. Restoring +animation was greater pain than that of +freezing, but, being close to Gunter’s, restoratives +were easily had.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_099'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_099.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Nearly frozen.</figcaption> +</figure> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Galatea</span></span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1830. +Portsmouth. +Feb. 11, +March 6.</div> + +<p>Joined <span class='ships'>Galatea</span>, one of the Channel Squadron, +Captain Charles Napier, C.B.</p> + +<p>Joined Lieutenant Alexander Cotton, in place of +Lieutenant F. V. Cotton.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">March 11.</div> + +<p>We left Spithead to go to assistance of the <span class='ships'>Wolf</span>, +on shore at back of Isle of Wight: with our boats, +and assistance of dockyard lighters, she was got off +during afternoon of following day.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 12.</div> + +<p>We returned through the Needles: in running +for Spithead with signal flying, “<span class='ships'>Wolf</span> saved,” we +grounded on the Middle Bank. Still floated however +with rising tide.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 5.</div> + +<p>Weighed and ran through Needles Passage; next +day becalmed; shipped paddles, and worked them +into Torbay. Sailed following day.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 9.</div> + +<p>Plymouth Sound. Saluted the flag of Earl of +Northesk.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 3.</div> + +<p>On a fine day in June we performed one of those +feats that astonished our shore-going friends. On +the 3rd at 3 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> the <span class='ships'>Galatea</span> was lying at Spithead +with royal yards across, and ready for sea. By noon +she was stripped to her gantlings, and the service on +the collars of her lower rigging was repaired. By<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span> +7 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> she was re-rigged and decks cleared, supposed +to be ready for sea.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 27.</div> + +<p>Hoisted colours half-mast on the death of His +Majesty George IV.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 28.</div> + +<p>Yards manned, and a double royal salute fired on +the accession of King William IV.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 15.</div> + +<p>Fired thirty minute-guns on the interment of +His late Majesty George IV.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 25.</div> + +<p>While off Brighton people visited the ship; mine +was by way of being the show cabin. I was struck +by the appearance of a remarkably handsome couple—alas! +now no more. It was some time after that +I found out they were the parents of the present +Admiral Heneage and his sister the Countess of +Essex.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 16.</div> + +<p>On my father acquainting the king that he had +three good horses for the Goodwood Cup, asked by +which horse His Majesty wished to win. “Win by +all three,” said the king. The horses came in in +following manner: Fleur de Lis, 1, Zingaree, 2, and +Colonel, 3.</p> + +<p>Our Captain had a hobby, which was that he +could propel a ship with paddles which could be +easily fixed or withdrawn from a ship’s side. They +were to be propelled by iron winch-handles attached +to stanchions on either side of the main-deck. They +did not succeed against the slightest head-wind. He +was much chaffed by the way he spelt the word +“winches” in his semi-official despatch to the +Admiralty, which, he said, “only required stout +hands to lay into them.”</p> + +<p>In those days any peer visiting a man-of-war was +entitled to a salute. It was my afternoon watch, +when a boat from Ryde came alongside with a party, +which turned out to be Earl Spencer; no name<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span> +better known or more respected. On finding that +the Captain was on shore, he inquired if there was +not a Lieutenant Keppel in the ship. Nothing could +have been kinder; he wanted to take me on shore +with him to dine, but I happened to be the senior +officer in charge. I had the honour of manning +yards, and firing the last salute of many his lordship +had had.</p> + +<p>I need not say that I was relieved in ample time +to enjoy an excellent dinner. Lady Spencer, who +was equally fond of the Navy, would have taken care +of me, but I had an appointment that night on the +top of Portsdown, where the famous fair was going +on, having secured a four-oared boat to cross the +water, and a horse to take me to the hill.</p> + +<p>Having two days’ leave, I drove a Gosport gig +to Bishopstoke to visit my worthy kinsman, Tom +Garnier, Dean of Winchester. When I got back, +<span class='ships'>Galatea</span> had sailed for Lisbon. I was sorry; I +wanted to see the place I had heard so much of from +my Portuguese schoolfellows, Alvaro Lopes Pereira +and Francisco Nunes Vizieu. The only thing they +had to give me an idea of the magnificence of Lisbon +was an old print of the great earthquake, which +looked to me as if the churches and other buildings +were on a cruise in the Bay of Biscay.</p> + +<p>Glanville was promoted from <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> and appointed +to <span class='ships'>Pallas</span> (Captain Lord Adolphus Fitz-Clarence), +likewise of the Channel Squadron. A party of us, +Frank Scott, George Wodehouse, and self, got the +then famous Ned Neal from London to teach us +the noble art of self-defence. We three had lodgings +in St. Thomas’s Street; Glanville was an experienced +hand, but took an interest in our training: there +were many to instruct, and Neal had his hands full.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span></p> + +<p>Hands from the dockyard, after work, were rude, +pushing us off the pavement. However, science +began to tell, but with me the wrong way. Broken +nose, upper lip twice cut then, and sewn up. After +dark, parties sallied forth from the “Keppel’s Head.” +Both sides met at the Mill Dam, a sort of neutral +ground where constables could not interfere without +writs from both sides.</p> + +<p>Tandems, too, were equal to the demand; one +of us would drive Mr. Neal, others acting as convoy +as far as Chichester, and there entertain him. On +the whole, our pugilistic meets were conducted +quietly; the dockyard maties treated us more respectfully. +In addition to self-defence we had lessons in +driving.</p> + +<p>I used to pay half a guinea to Scarlett for being +allowed the box-seat, and to hold the heavy heads +of seven or eight teams between Portsmouth and +London. The whip I learned to handle, but after +a couple of stages my arm ached and straightened. +As for driving, the horses guided themselves, and +stopped of their own accord within an inch of where +they had to change.</p> + +<p>Before the winter set in, Glanville and I determined +to entertain Mr. Ned Neal to a dinner at a +respectable house called the Castle Tavern, Holborn, +kept by Mr. Thomas Winter, better known in the +pugilistic world as “Tom Spring.” I think we sat +down twenty-two: nothing could be more decorous. +The “whips” exceeded the pugilists in number, but +harmony prevailed. Glanville had Faulkner, of the +Rocket, and Tom Spring, on his right and left, +while I had Ned Neal, and the more magnificent +Mr. Scarlett, who was dressed in his usual drab +breeches and white stockings, neat shoes—I suppose<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span> +he thought tops looked too shoppy—buff vest, a +voluminous white choker over a large plaited frill. +In addition, a flower-garden in the capacious breast +of a blue frock—all for the honour of the Portsmouth +“Regulator.” There was nothing to come +near him. Mr. Neal was similar in the lower dress, +but wore a blue tie with small white spots—his own +colours. I brought a great favourite in T. P. Cooke.</p> + +<p>The company for some time was very decorous. +Ale enough to float a jolly-boat, topped up with +port wine for loyal toasts. Comic songs finished +the evening. Later, the idea of a naval entertainment +drew a cheery crowd outside the Castle Tavern.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 10.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Galatea</span> returned from Lisbon.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 14.</div> + +<p>The Right Hon. John Wilson Croker visited the +ship and inspected paddles.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 4.</div> + +<p>A garbled account of an accident which befell +Lieutenant A. Cotton and myself, prior to our +departure for the West Indies, was published on +October 4 in the local paper.</p> + +<p>What really happened was this: Cotton and self, +leave up, had to return on board. He had just +taken leave of his parents at the George Hotel. +It was blowing fresh from the south; ebb-tide. +We had hired one of the Isle of Wight wherries. +The Poole Packet, a large sailing cutter bound same +way, caught us at entrance of the harbour. There +being no room to spare, our helms were put down +at the same time. The end of the packet’s bowsprit, +catching our wherry’s stern, lifted her end over end.</p> + +<p>Being the lightest, I was sent farthest, which +enabled me to clasp the end of the cutter’s bowsprit +as she dipped. I held on like grim death, the wind +preventing my voice being heard. Every plunge in +the necessarily short tacks ducked me under water.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span></p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_106'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_106.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>The Poole Packet.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span></p> + +<p>It was only when outside, and clear of the strength +of the tide, that one of the crew discovered and +hauled me in. Well outside, we hailed a man-of-war +cutter; I got landed at the Point to look after my +friend. Boats having been at hand, no lives were +lost. I found Billy spread out on a table in a public-house, +but, having imbibed something more to his +taste than salt water, he did not recognise me. I +hurried off to let his parents know he was safe. +They had, however, left for Cambridge, comfortably +seated behind two pairs of posters.</p> + +<p>We sailed that afternoon for Dover, returning to +Spithead on the 10th.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 14.</div> + +<p>We embarked Governor Sir John Hill and suite +for passage to St. Vincent. Received also smugglers +for West Indian station.</p> + +<p>A brother officer of mine once told a high personage +that if the service had its due the name of Keppel +would not now be on the Navy List. I perfectly +agree with my friend, and should he take the trouble +to finish this chapter, he will be convinced how right +he was. He has a charming wife, and gives very +good dinners. I have now, as I write, an invitation +to one.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 17.</div> + +<p>On nearing the Tropic we were visited by Neptune, +when much the same eccentricities were performed +as described in my account of the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> when crossing +the “Line.”</p> + +<p>A spare topsail was lowered on to the main-deck, +the leach-ropes secured to coamings on upper deck, +which when filled with water made a respectable +pond. It was my morning watch. I was contemplating +this bath, when one of the youngsters informed +me that the Captain, who had just come on deck, +intended to push me in. Leaning over with hands<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span> +on my knees, I felt the sudden pressure on my right +shoulder, which gave way, and the Captain losing +his balance, went in instead of me, his shoes the last +of him to disappear.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1831. +Jan. 7.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Barbadoes.</p> + +<p>In those days there were no facilities for watering; +we had to hoist our boom-boats, place in them water-casks +which were filled at the most convenient place +to be found; generally near some stream running +to the sea.</p> + +<p>This was the case at Barbadoes. The Second +Master was sent with the party. Late in the morning, +the officer of the watch, thinking it time a turn of +water should be on its way, observed that not only +were the boats empty, but the crew were rolling +about the beach. An officer and party of marines +were sent to bring them off. It was past the dinner-hour, +and Collier, the First Lieutenant, naturally +much put out.</p> + +<p>Two o’clock was our gunroom hour. Just as I +had sat down, a mid informed me that I was required +to go for a turn of water. I was at once, in cocked +hat and side-arms, on deck.</p> + +<p>I told Collier that, if he had consulted me, I could +have informed him that the tempting-looking green +cocoanuts always tasted strong of new rum. As it +was, I had to go without my dinner. Not another +word passed between us.</p> + +<p>Everything went smoothly. In an unusually +short time I got back. The Captain was on deck; +I saw him coming, and thought he was going to +compliment me on the smart manner in which my +turn of water had been brought off. He always +addressed me in broad Scotch, and began with:</p> + +<p>“Meester Karpel, I understand that ye refused to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span> +gang for water when ordered by the <em>Firrst</em> Leaftenant.”</p> + +<p>I was riled and hungry, and replied that if the +First Lieutenant had told him that, he had told an +untruth.</p> + +<p>Old Charlie was furious (I think he had had +luncheon), ordered me to my cabin, and to consider +myself under close arrest, to be tried by court-martial.</p> + +<p>I was grieved and hurt, and brooded over my +trouble as I took my solitary meal. I felt, too, for +Collier, who was a zealous and good officer. I had +many friends to condole with me—among others, +a man named Lane, whom I had known at Portsmouth; +but I think he took his tea a little too +strong, and left our service. He was now mate of +a fine West Indiaman lying in the roads.</p> + +<p>After a chat about old times, he supposed he +could do nothing for me. In reply, I thought he +was the only person who <em>could</em> do anything.</p> + +<p>There were four men-of-war in the roads—<span class='ships'>Mersey</span>, +26; <span class='ships'>Ranger</span>, 28; <span class='ships'>Shannon</span>, 46—which ensured a +dignity ball I meant to attend.</p> + +<p>I proposed that at 10 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> my friend should have +a small boat under the starboard bow of the <span class='ships'>Galatea</span>, +with one hand only to land me, as well as to take +me off when I wanted.</p> + +<p>Lane knew remonstrance was useless. After the +Master-at-Arms had looked into my cabin at 10 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>, +and reported “Prisoner safe” to the officer of the +watch, I changed into white frock and trousers, put +clothes bag between the sheets, my shoes outside to +be cleaned, passed the gunroom door sentry as an +officer’s servant, bumped under the hammocks on +starboard side of the lower deck, up the fore ladder,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span> +through the bow-port, dropped into my boat, was up +the wooden steps of the landing-place; then there +was “such a getting upstairs and a playing of the +fiddle.” I was in the giddy throng doing the double +shuffle opposite a dark beauty, when the name of Old +Charlie was called out.</p> + +<p>He was not difficult to spot. He threw his coat +and epaulettes into a corner, and was at once performing +the Scotch shuffle in my set; in crossing +over for the change, I was collared by my shipmates +and pushed out.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_111'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_111.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>The Dignity Ball.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>I thought to retrace my steps, when on the landing, +which was well lighted, who should I run +against but Captain George Courtney, of the <span class='ships'>Mersey</span>, +with whom Napier had dined! He recognised me +in spite of my disguise. I had known him as the +friend of my late kind Captain, Lord John Churchill. +He accosted me with:</p> + +<p>“Your name’s Keppel. You are under arrest.”</p> + +<p>I touched my hat and said, “Yes; but you won’t +say anything.”</p> + +<p>He answered, “Get on board as soon as you can, +or you will lose your commission.”</p> + +<p>I followed his advice and retraced my steps.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 8.</div> + +<p>The next morning I ascertained the prisoner had +been reported “Safe” throughout the night.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 9.</div> + +<p>We sailed for St. Vincent the following day. +Before landing our Governor, Sir John Hill, under +a salute, with yards manned, he visited my cabin in +full dress.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 11.</div> + +<p>We had been on very friendly terms. I see his +cocked hat now, with its fringe of white feathers. +He said how sorry he had been on hearing from the +Captain that he had been obliged to place me under +arrest, and had interceded for me.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span></p> + +<p>Captain Napier had given him permission to say +that if I would make a proper apology to the First +Lieutenant I should be allowed to return to my duty.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 12.</div> + +<p>Next morning I was sent for to the Captain’s +cabin, where I found Collier. My previous good +conduct enabled the Captain to state that, if I would +only express my regret, I might return to my duty. +I thanked the Captain, said I had already written +a letter applying for a court-martial, and that the +apology must be made to me.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jamaica</div> + +<p>Next day, before arrival at Port Royal, I was +ordered to return to duty. Three years later, at +the Old Navy Club in Bond Street, when I was a +Commander, we dined together, and I told him the +whole story. Of course, he was going to try me by +court-martial then and there!</p> + +<p>While on this station I had the opportunity of +making acquaintance with an interesting people—the +Creoles of our West Indies.</p> + +<p>These kind people seemed to live by and for the +Navy. The wars of the eighteenth century threw +money into their hands, and during Rodney’s time +the ladies gradually lost their dark polish. Commencing +as washerwomen, and supplying officers’ +messes, they accumulated money. Some of them +became the owners of slaves. In Jamaica, years +after they had grown into colonists, many emigrated +to other islands under our flag rather than mix with +the sugar-planting negroes. But it was by their +cleanliness, kindness, and attention to sick or wounded +that they became so necessary and were the means of +saving many lives. It was not only at Barbadoes, +but at Port Royal, Jamaica, St. Vincent, and St. +Lucia that these ladies used to hold their levees and +talk freely of their absent aristocratic relations.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span></p> + +<p>Miss Betsy Austin and Miss Nancy Pugett were +celebrated during my time. They had much dignity, +and kept a large number of servants.</p> + +<p>On one occasion, when I could not answer for +the whereabouts of her aristocratic son-in-law, Miss +Nancy Pugett hazarded the opinion that “He had +gone Norf shoot ’em grouse!”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Port Royal, +Jamaica, +Jan. 21.</div> + +<p>Refitted in a few days. Received invalids and +officers for passage to England.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 24.</div> + +<p>Weighed with convoy, who parted company as +convenient to themselves.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 5.</div> + +<p>Anchored off Tampico Bar. Surf too high to +admit of landing. Northerly gale. Ship rolling +heavily. Topmasts struck.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 14.</div> + +<p>Sailed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Off Sacrificios, +Feb. 16.</div> + +<p>Unbent sails. Our boats refitted; lower rigging +requiring to be turned in afresh after the stretching +off Tampico. Found United States corvette <span class='ships'>Natchetts</span> +here.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 19.</div> + +<p>During my afternoon watch a young officer from +the American ship came on board. He was anxious +to speak to our senior midshipman. I sent to my +old friend, Arthur Noad, and introduced them. The +officer stated, “We have received orders from our +Congress to amalgamate with you Britishers, and shall +be glad to see you all at dinner on board our ship.” +The following day those who could be spared attended +the invitation. Their midshipmen’s berth, like our +own, was on the lower deck, thrown open for air +by the upper part of the bulkhead being on hinges.</p> + +<p>The dinner was good, and a nice feeling and +understanding existed. After dinner the Chairman +filled his glass, and proposed “King and President,” +which was drunk with enthusiasm by all, save one +ultra-sensitive American, who, holding up his glass,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span> +said, “Here’s to the President. The King I shall +place in the steerage,” chucking at the same moment +the remainder of his wine. The rest of the party +broke up in mutual good humour.</p> + +<p>Two days afterwards our mids gave a return +dinner, and invited the gentlemen of the corvette; +begging, however, to except the one who had flung the +King in the steerage.</p> + +<p>I happened, as before, to be officer of the watch +when the excluded mid came on board and requested +an interview with our senior midshipman. I sent for +Noad. The American informed him that he considered +he had been grossly insulted, and demanded +satisfaction from one and all the British midshipmen. +I informed the Captain what had happened, who +ordered his gig to be manned, and, directing me to +detain the officer, went on board the <span class='ships'>Natchetts</span>. He +returned shortly followed by her Captain, who asked +permission to bring an armed boat alongside, in which +had been placed the chest and other effects of the +contumacious officer.</p> + +<p>We found afterwards that the poor fellow had +been landed on the mainland, south of Sacrificios. +Considering the character of the Spanish-Mexican on +that coast, it would have been kinder to have kept +his chest and saved his head. Had our Captain been +aware of the poor fellow’s possible fate, intercession +would have been made.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 16.</div> + +<p>Came to off Tampico Bar. As we were to be +here for some time, I obtained leave for Tennant, +one of our mates, to accompany me on an excursion +up the river.</p> + +<p>We hired a roomy canoe. Our crew consisted of +one young and active Mexican, his arms, a couple of +paddles and a long pole. Our kitchen, a large iron<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span> +kettle which stood on a flat stone. We had our +mattresses and mosquito-curtains.</p> + +<p>For young sportsmen nothing could be more +interesting. The variety of birds in a tropical climate +is extraordinary—curlew and cranes, herons and +storks, parrots and pigeons, ducks with canvas-backs, +sea-gulls, with hawks and eagles to watch over them; +porpoises and alligators. The scenery changed with +nearly every bend of the river—patches of jungle and +inland swamp: at all eligible spots, haciendas.</p> + +<p>A trifle of money supplied us with eggs and milk, +ham and garlic. At night our canoe was secured to +its pole a few yards from the bank, which saved us +visits from an occasional alligator. From the haciendas +we got a variety of deer’s horns merely for taking +them away; and though neither of us spoke Spanish, +it was wonderful how soon our “crew” understood +what we wanted. By the time we got back to the +ship we had exceeded our leave by two days.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 4.</div> + +<p>We found in our absence the Prince of Würtemburg +had visited the ship, and been received with +royal honours.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 26.</div> + +<p>A bar at the mouth of a large river is more than +a seaman can manage; the fresh water, trying to force +its way into the sea, meets resistance at points which +vary and cause change and position of shoals. River +and sea meeting cause a rise which the occupants of +boats cannot see over.</p> + +<p>I was sent with the next water-party, consisting of +launch, pinnace, and cutter, myself in a gig. We +were clear of the ship just before daybreak. A nice +sea-breeze had set in; not fresh enough to carry a +heavy boat through surf under sail, but sufficient to +render pulling easy. Before nearing the breakers we +assembled within hail, that I might let the officers in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span> +charge know what I had noticed during the weeks +we were here in the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, as I wished each to use +his own discretion before entering a surf through +which no one could see.</p> + +<p>“When a wave is rolling in, do not follow close. +Directly the crest of a high wave breaks, its strength +diminishes. On entering breakers keep well clear of +one another. The most treacherous of all is a dark +wall of water, which forms at some distance to +seaward—say a cable’s length. It increases in speed +and height without apparent cause. Get to sea +beyond the low ends without delay.”</p> + +<p>After this sermon I saw the boats separate to +select their points of entrance, and observed young +Carrington, in the cutter, select a place I should have +chosen myself, then lost sight of him. On casting a +look to seaward, I found myself caught in the same +sort of trap of which I had given them warning. +There was the dark ridge of unbroken water approaching, +and increasing in speed. No time to be +lost; head, luckily, in-shore, mast stept, sail hoisted, +halyards and sheet led aft, which passed under the +thwart I held with one hand, tiller ropes in the +other: crew on either side dropped in the water, +holding on with one hand.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_117'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_117.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Crossing Tampico Bar.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>Directly I found the wave was carrying us as fast +as the wind, I let go the halyards.</p> + +<p>The next moment we were over the bar. A +heavier boat must have been lost.</p> + +<p>Our danger was past, but the cutter had been +upset. Three of her crew on shore, were holding +the legs of young Carrington up to let the water run +out,—and I too late to save the brightest youngster +we had in the ship.</p> + +<p>I detained the assistant-surgeon and sent the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span> +heavy boats up for water. Five of the cutter’s crew +were missing, and as the current naturally set to the +southward, the doctor accompanied me along the +beach in search of the missing bodies.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">March +26, 27.</div> + +<p>By noon I had received a sunstroke, and was +down in an empty hut near the beach. The raised +surf prevented our being visible from the ship, but +fruit and fresh water were obtained; and by sunset +I recovered. In the morning I was able to join +boats as they returned on board.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 28.</div> + +<p>Sailed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 9.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Havana. I found the miscalculation +of leave at Tampico prevented my being able to +select cigars, but kind shipmates got me the best for +friends at home.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 11.</div> + +<p>Sailed for England.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 6.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Spithead. Found some amusement in +smuggling my good tobacco on shore, and still more +in delivering it to old friends, some of which contraband +found its way to Kensington Palace!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 16.</div> + +<p>Once at home, I did not find much difficulty in +being placed on half-pay.</p> + +<p>However I soon heard of a ship fitting out at +Woolwich that I much fancied: a razéed frigate, the +<span class='ships'>Magicienne</span>.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span></span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1831. +July.</div> + +<p>The Channel Squadron was not a station for a poor +man. Stephenson managed my removal through his +friend Rear-Admiral the Hon. George Dundas, still +at the Admiralty. I had frequently noticed this +gallant Admiral on horseback, dressed in a blue coat +with brass buttons, yellow leather breeches and +mahogany top-boots, wending his way to office.</p> + +<p>Sir James Graham had the Admiralty and Sir +Thomas Hardy was First Sea Lord. These distinguished +men I came to know better afterwards.</p> + +<p>I had no misunderstanding with Captain Napier, +and was sorry to part with his daughter Fanny, as +well as a charming family Mrs. Napier had by a +former marriage, who likewise took the name of +Napier.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Magicienne</span>, 24, was commissioned by Captain +J. H. Plumridge, who had the credit of being a taut +hand. She had been a frigate of 42 guns, was +razéed without reduction of spars, thereby adding +ten feet more drop to her courses and a longer run +to her fore and main clew garnets.</p> + +<p>We were three Lieutenants—Thomas Owen +Knox, Fred Hutton, and self. First Lieutenant +keeping no night-watch, Tyndal, a mate, was my relief.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">August.</div> + +<p>Being near the headquarters of our East India +Company’s marine, we had difficulty in getting +seamen. Two petty officers and a supply of Union +Jacks were sent with me on a sort of roving commission. +With expenses paid, I rather liked this +service, and started for Portsmouth, where I exhibited +one of the flags at the Bedford in Chase, on the +Hard, Portsea. Later another was planted at +Plymouth.</p> + +<p>It was work not to be done in a day, as when a +batch exceeded twenty it was necessary to take them +to the ship at Woolwich. However, I was tolerably +successful, and in the end got a letter of approval +from my Captain.</p> + +<p>Tom Knox had a brother in the Scots Fusilier +Guards. Each battalion had its six or eight oared +row-gigs, in which it was great fun for the ladies to +go down with the ebb-tide, dine off whitebait at +Greenwich, and return to town in cabriolets. The +excitement in going was shooting London Bridge. +When the tide was out there might be a drop of four +or five feet, which required good way on the boat. +Many ladies preferred landing and re-embarking +below.</p> + +<p>It was now that my turn came. The little +innocents were under a delusion that if a sailor steered +there could be no danger; and I, equally ignorant, +and seated between them, with pleasure undertook +the job. However, no accident happened during my +time.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 8.</div> + +<p>We celebrated the coronation of William IV. +Although we had no guns, there were plenty in +Woolwich to salute, and all hands got extra grog +and, in the dockyard, a holiday.</p> + +<p>Among the Captain’s numerous visitors whose<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[121]</span> +society I enjoyed, was Theodore Hook, in whose +company no one could have been without finding he +was a remarkable man. His wit was ready and acute.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 22.</div> + +<p>His Majesty, accompanied by Queen Adelaide, +came to see the launch of the <span class='ships'>Thunderer</span>, 84. We +were in a more fit state to be seen; although in dock, +we had royal yards across, and the band of the +Fusilier Guards on board.</p> + +<p>Our Sailor King was in a playful humour, and +observing from the dockyard that the officers had a +ladies’ party in the gunroom to lunch, and the skylight +off, made a sign not to be noticed. He dropped +the point of his sword on to the mess-table, holding +the knot, to the astonishment of the ladies and amusement +of all. His Majesty wore the uniform of Lord +High Admiral, and was the last holder of that +office.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 2.</div> + +<p>We sailed from the Basin, came to off Purfleet, +and took in powder.</p> + +<p>Sailed next day, and came to at the Little Nore, +saluting the flag of Admiral Sir John de la Poer +Beresford.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 6.</div> + +<p>Came to in the downs; saluted the flag of Rear-Admiral +Warren.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 10.</div> + +<p>Sailed. Anchored at Spithead, saluting flag of +Admiral Sir Thomas Foley.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 17.</div> + +<p>Sailed by St. Helens; anchored in Torbay, where +we remained three more days for the last farewell +letters, Captain being engaged to be married.</p> + +<p>We had the usual sea-voyage, with its porpoises, +dolphins, and flying-fish leaving their train of phosphoric +light through the water at night, especially +when the wind had any southing in it. Otherwise I +thought myself too old a mariner to feel any interest.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 2.</div> + +<p>The Captain detained the <span class='ships'>Neptune</span>, an American<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[122]</span> +brig, to put more letters on board, an opportunity +we availed ourselves of.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 14.</div> + +<p>On board a man-of-war every officer, to the +youngest mid, has to send a copy of his reckoning to +the cabin—a good plan as it enables the Captain to +compare and detect errors. These small reckonings +were called “day’s works,” due at 1 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> Shortly +after 2 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> officers were ordered to assemble in the +Captain’s cabin. We stood before the table, small +fry in front.</p> + +<p>Our chief, with his left hand full of day’s works, +addressed himself to me, the most nervous and +frightened of the assembled lot:</p> + +<p>“Mr. Keppel, how is it that your day’s work, +unlike the others, always agrees to a second with that +of the masters?”</p> + +<p>I, being unprepared, suggested that perhaps I was +the only one who took a <em>correct</em> copy.</p> + +<p>There was a small titter, which was growing into a +laugh, when we were ordered to quit the cabin.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 18.</div> + +<p>Sunday, 1 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>—It was my middle watch, when +smoke was reported as issuing from under the hatch +of the gunner’s storeroom. As the keys of that and +other storerooms had been returned at sunset to the +First Lieutenant’s cabin, and the fore magazine +passage opened into said storeroom, while rushing +down, I called out to beat to quarters, put ship before +the wind, and reported to the Captain.</p> + +<p>Ship’s company was in order, men promptly in +their station, lower sails clewed up, and water-cocks +turned on. On removing the fore hatch, flames +rushed up, met by a deluge of water. The fore sail-room +was on fire: spare topsail however was ablaze, +but extinguished before it reached the quarter-deck.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[123]</span></p> + +<p>The fire, by great exertions, was got under; +though we had a narrow escape. Woodwork forming +bulkhead of the magazine was burnt through +the copper lining. At 3.45 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> the watch was +called.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 23.</div> + +<p>With the exception of a good day’s target practice, +nothing particular occurred till the end of the +year, when we arrived at Rio, and I once more +beheld the most beautiful harbour in the world.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1832. +Jan. 1.</div> + +<p>We found <span class='ships'>Warspite</span>, 76, bearing the flag of +Rear-Admiral Sir Thomas Baker, commanded by +Captain Charles Talbot; <span class='ships'>Dublin</span>, 56, Lord James +Townshend; <span class='ships'>Pylades</span>, 18, Commander Edward +Blanckley. Saluted flag of the Rear-Admiral with +11 guns, the Brazilian flag with 21.</p> + +<p>While we were here the young Prince, who was +born when I was at Rio, Christmas, 1824, held a +levee, which I, with the Captain, attended.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 5.</div> + +<p>Weighed at daylight, and ran out of Rio Harbour +with the land-breeze. We soon got into the trade +winds. Communicated with a whaler off Tristan +d’Achuna.</p> + +<p>Captain not caring to call at the Cape, we kept to +the southward, and held our breeze the longer.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 30.</div> + +<p>In 41° 30′ we had a run of 258 miles, which we +thought something of. However, we were soon +under close-reefed main topsail and reefed foresail, +and lost a poor fellow overboard, who was putting +in a deadlight.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 13.</div> + +<p>Made St. Paul’s Island, which most ships like to +do, to ensure their reckoning.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 17.</div> + +<p>Observed a ship on the horizon with sails furled. +She proved to be an East Indiaman, the <span class='ships'>Marquis of +Huntley</span>, having carried away her rudder. We sent +assistance and supplied bar iron and spike-nails.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[124]</span> +Remained by until she was safe to proceed. A seaman +named Leaves fell from aloft, but, having +struck the quarter-davit, we could not recover the +body.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">March 8.</div> + +<p>I now come to an event in my life which I would +fain leave out, but having promised to tell the “truth, +the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,” must +go on.</p> + +<p>We were off Ceylon, hoping to reach Trincomalee +the following day. Mine was the second dog-watch, +which had come to an end, and a squall was brewing. +Tyndal, although the son of a Judge, was not a +smart relief. It was near one bell before he came up, +and the squall came down. I appeared in the gunroom +as if I had been overboard, seated myself at the +table, and called for grog.</p> + +<p>Now, Hutton, who for his cheery disposition was +named “Dirk Hatterick,” came behind, and as I was +about to console my shivering timbers, my chair +tilted backwards, the contents of the glass caught +Dirk in the tender part of his eyes. He rushed in +pain to his cabin, while I consoled myself with a +second edition. Here the affair might and ought to +have ended, but for my folly.</p> + +<p>The following day, while seated with Knox at the +gunroom table, Hutton on deck looking out for a +meridian altitude, Knox asked Hutton up the skylight +the latitude, which was given.</p> + +<p>I remarked, “You can’t go by Dirk’s reckoning.” +To which Hutton retorted: “Mr. Keppel, I want +none of your remarks.” I was up on the instant, +and told him that if he had thrown grog in <em>my</em> eyes +he would have heard of it by this time.</p> + +<p>Now, there were two Irishmen on the station +about my age, the very boys to arrange matters.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[125]</span> +They had both been at the Naval College with me. +One, Lloyd, belonged to the ship.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 10.</div> + +<p>Arrived Trincomalee. Found, as I expected, +<span class='ships'>Crocodile</span>, 28, Captain J. W. Montague.</p> + +<p>O’Brien soon visited me. I already had a visit +from Lloyd, sent by Hutton: demanding “Apology +or satisfaction.” O’Brien knew exactly how the +ropes led on shore. These affairs do not require +talk. “Half an hour before sunset, outside the +fortifications.” Officers of garrison had gone to +dress for dinner. Everything quiet. Duelling +pistols were heavy, ugly things: single barrels, a +foot long. But in those days the refinement of +detonating caps, instead of flint and steel, had been +introduced.</p> + +<p>O’Brien had obtained a surgeon and the necessary +instruments. Our friends seemed to understand their +business. Ground of twelve paces measured. Lloyd +was to drop a white handkerchief. As I had been +the aggressor, I did not wish to draw blood, but held +straight enough to make my opponent believe I +meant business.</p> + +<p>As the handkerchief dropped, Hutton fired low +and sprinkled me with gravel. Our seconds, unlike +Irishmen, held counsel, and said honour was satisfied. +<em>I</em> know I thought so; but Hutton declared for +“Apology or blood.”</p> + +<p>On retaking our places, I began to think that I +would rather bleed Dirk than die myself. When +the handkerchief fell I thought I had spotted him. +His pistol missed fire. My ball went through the +thick part of his cap, and I was saved a life’s misery. +Seconds declined to load again, and recommended +the necessary shaking of hands. Hutton stated that +I should go to him. I refused to go more than halfway<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[126]</span> +way, which the seconds decided was just, and so +ended the affair.</p> + +<p>O’Brien, thinking I might be able to eat a small +supper, provided that pleasant meal at the quarters of +his friend Holyoake, 78th Highlanders. I said my +prayers more earnestly that night.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[127]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span></span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1832. +March.</div> + +<p>Trincomalee is a beautiful and extensive harbour, +which had been taken and retaken by the Dutch and +ourselves several times during the last century, and +at the Peace of Amiens, in 1802, was ceded to England.</p> + +<p>In 1702 many pretty naval actions were fought +off the island, in which our neighbours appear to +have got the worst. In the centre of the harbour is +Sober Island, about which our liberty men delighted +to roam. Jack had discovered sundry little secret +dells, in which, if after sunset you planted a rupee, +on the following morning would find it had grown +into a bottle of samshoo! The island belonged, I +believe, by purchase to Commander Henry Ellis.</p> + +<p>Off the dockyard was a useful old hulk, the +<span class='ships'>Arrogant</span>, on board which Divine service was held +on the Sabbath Day; and after dinner came “Sober +Island,” with its usual results.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 12.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Southampton</span>, 52, arrived. We saluted the +flag of Rear-Admiral Sir E. W. Owen, K.C.B.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 15.</div> + +<p>The dark owner of a small farm brought a report +of an invasion by elephants on his premises, destroying +a plantation of cocoanuts, yam, and fruit, and if +gentlemen sportsmen liked to come at night he was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[128]</span> +ready to show the way. This was indeed a chance. +There was no difficulty in getting up a night picnic. +Climate perfection—coolies willing.</p> + +<p>Towards midnight it came over a thick mist. +Curries and songs expended. Our guide professed +to scent Gadjá, and proposed an advance.</p> + +<p>We were led into a low jungle bordering a pâdi-field, +but so dark you could scarcely see your hand. +However, we could hear there was something alive, +and my attention was called to a darker patch, into +which we were directed to fire. There was a groan +and a splash. It was too dark to follow, and our +guide proposed the search should be postponed until +after breakfast.</p> + +<p>When I got back I found myself invited to dine +with the Admiral, who had been informed of my +night picnic. The dinner was a grand affair, the +Admiral’s band, ladies of officials, and all the Captains +present.</p> + +<p>On retiring from the table, as we sat pretending +to enjoy the music, the Secretary brought a letter to +the Admiral, written in Tamil characters. Interpretation +as follows:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p class='hang'><span class="smcap">“To His Excellency’s Rear-Admiral, Sir E. W. +Owen, K.C.B., Commander of His Majesty’s +Navy and East India’s Seas.</span></p> + +<p class='mth'><i>“The Humble Petition of Conanyaga Modr Tillenadin</i></p> + +<p class='mth'><span class="smcap">“Most Humbly Sheweth</span>,</p> + +<p class='double-indent'>“That the petitioner most humbly and submissively +begs leave to acquaint Your Excellency that on Thursday, +March 15, 1832, about ten o’clock at night, three gentlemen +of the ship <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> came hunting in the China +village, and adjoining a pâdi-field the petitioner’s buffaloes +were grazing, the buffaloes never being accustomed to be +confined or be tied up to a stick in the night-time. The<span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[129]</span> +said gentlemen shot petitioner’s three buffaloes, which died +that night. Two measures of milk daily was received from +one. One she-buffalo was big, and another has a calf of +one month old, which is alive now, but will not live long +for want of the mother.</p> + +<p>“Therefore petitioner most submissively prays Your Excellency +will be graciously pleased to favour the petitioner +by having justice done to him. The cattle valued is the +lowest at the sum of six pounds.</p> + +<p>“For which act of favouring the petitioner is in duty +bound.</p> + +<div class='signature'> +<p class='right pr8'>“(Signed)</p> +</div> +<p><span class="smcap">“Trincomalee</span>,</p> +<p class='double-indent'>“<i>March 16, 1832</i>.”</p> +</div> + +<p>I had the account settled, but my firm belief is +that the writer of the petition and our guide were +one and the same person.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 29.</div> + +<p>Arrived <span class='ships'>Comet</span>, 18, Commander A. A. Sandilands. +<span class='ships'>Imogene</span>, 28, Captain Price Blackwood.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 12.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Alligator</span>, 28, Captain G. R. Lambert.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 17.</div> + +<p>My first night’s supper at Holyoake’s quarters +was an introduction to these kind Highlanders. +Captain Forbes appeared to have had several elephant-shooting +parties. Holyoake had been in more +than one, with some narrow escapes. But now he +was all for smaller game.</p> + +<p>Snipe-shooting in India is an attractive sport, but +after sunrise birds lie closer, while you are the less +inclined to retire to your comfortable rest-house.</p> + +<p>As the ground was distant seventeen miles, eleven +of which lay through dense jungle, we were off before +daylight, and arrived in good time, enjoying such +sport as is found nowhere except in the Far East, +returning to a breakfast of curry and rice, tobacco, +etc.</p> + +<p>“Sport” not being in my Captain’s dictionary, it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[130]</span> +was necessary to renew my leave, which, being confined +to four-and-twenty hours, obliged me to return +to the ship.</p> + +<p>Having observed as we came fresh tracks of +elephants, I made anxious inquiries as to what I +should do if I came across one. My anxiety was +laughed at. I was assured that the only danger lay +in meeting a male detached from the herd.</p> + +<p>I had advanced some four miles in the jungle, +which was anything but a straight path, when my +horse began to snort and show signs of uneasiness. +On entering the next bend, I saw, to my horror, a +huge elephant blocking the way.</p> + +<p>Remembering instructions, I held up my arms and +bellowed out, which drew attention. He put out his +trunk, as if to smell what I was, and trumpeted. +The sound pierced through me. He flapped his ears, +which looked like barn-doors, and rushed at me. My +horse sprang round in the narrow jungle-path. The +elephant was then close, and nothing but my hat +coming off, which he stopped to examine, gave me +a start.</p> + +<p>The ground was uneven, being, in fact, the +dried-up bed of a mountain stream. As I had to +avoid obstacles at times, the brute gained on me, I +meanwhile suffering the torture of fright. After +some four miles, coming to the edge of a lake, which +I had passed in the morning, I observed that the +elephant had stopped.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_131'> + <img class='v100' src='images/i_131.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>An Elephant in Chase.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>My horse was not fit for many yards further, and +the heat of the sun reminded me I had no hat. I +pulled up to have a look at my enemy, who placed +himself on the edge of the jungle I had just cleared. +I profited by this to make a head-covering of my +pocket-handkerchief, then carefully examined the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[132]</span> +monster, feeling I had the advantage of level ground. +With his trunk he threw up an amount of dust and +dirt, which descended on his back, driving away +clouds of flies. One would have thought his hide +impervious to such tiny foes.</p> + +<p>I continued my retreat, with such speed and dignity +as my poor horse was capable of, to the rest-house. +I found my companions luxuriating in sleep and +tobacco. Exhausted by my adventure, I threw +myself into a chair and sang out “Grog!” One of +my friends remarked:</p> + +<p>“Why, it’s Keppel back again!”</p> + +<p>I had strength enough to exclaim I had seen an +elephant, which caused a roar of laughter. They +declared I must have come across a rogue detached +from the herd.</p> + +<p>Soon refreshed, I stated that I must start again for +the harbour. The good Adjutant, John Edward +Bull, kindly lent me his horse. I described the place +where I had left the elephant, and as they did not +think he would have moved far, my friends decided +to try a shot at him. Unfortunately, on examining +the ammunition, they found themselves prepared for +snipe only.</p> + +<p>I then asked for a convoy. The whole party +turned out, and two coolies were told off to keep a +hundred yards in advance.</p> + +<p>We found the elephant where I left him. He +charged the coolies, who plunged into the lake, re-landing +in the jungle; the elephant disappeared. +The party returned to the rest-house, while I went +on my way.</p> + +<p>Before sighting the advance, my nerves got another +shock. I heard a crash through the jungle. It was +no use retreating. A glimpse of daylight broke from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[133]</span> +above, showing a troop of a thousand monkeys, +jumping in a westerly direction along the upper +branches of the jungle bushes. On discerning me +chattering increased.</p> + +<p>A boat, nearer the <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> than the dockyard, +was waiting for me.</p> + +<p>Back in my cabin, I felt how much I needed rest +and quiet.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 21.</div> + +<p>Sailed with <span class='ships'>Crocodile</span>, but, to keep company with +our senior while off the wind, we had to lower +topsails on the cap.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 24.</div> + +<p>We arrived at Madras Roads.</p> + +<p>Madras is an open roadstead, safe only during the +westerly monsoon. Surf always breaking on the +beach. Communication with the shore only by +native boats, called <i lang='ta'>masúlas</i>. These curious boats are +built of mango-wood, caulked with straw and sewn +together with cocoanut fibre. Their length is about +thirty feet, by ten broad, with a depth of seven or +eight feet. They are propelled by oars with round, +flat ends. The crew consists of a dozen natives and +a <i lang='ta'>tindal</i>, who steers, and leads the song, which, +discordant though it is, is a help in the movement of +the boat; the time depends on the rate of the surf.</p> + +<p>Letters, called <i lang='ta'>chits</i>, are conveyed by naked +natives in catamarans—three misshapen logs lashed +together by <i lang='ta'>rôtans</i>, and propelled through, not over, +the waves. Sharks, too, were in close attendance—apparently +for company only.</p> + +<p>The changes of monsoon, in May and October, +are often accompanied by hurricanes.</p> + +<p>I always thought the East Indies the pleasantest +of stations while governed by the good old John +Company. Their liberality was unbounded. Such +a thing as an hotel or lodging-house was not to be<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[134]</span> +found. On your landing at either of the Presidencies, +coolies were in waiting, and there was almost a fight +between the <i lang='ta'>daibashes</i> as to who should get possession +of your portmanteau; while yourself was +carried off in a palanquin on the shoulders of four +dark coolies, who bore you in triumph to their +master’s house.</p> + +<p>Such were our princely merchants. The liberality +of John Company exceeded everything. Not +only was a commissioned officer’s pay doubled—it +was called <i lang='ta'>batta</i>—but the Company kept houses +furnished at all stations to which a man-of-war could +go. Servants, plate, and linen were found. The +cooking, too! Such curries as I had never even +dreamed of!</p> + +<p>Tiffin appeared to be the meal of the day, in +which the gentler sex joined. Bass’s pale ale, and +claret, cooled by saltpetre, were the rival drinks.</p> + +<p>Perry, Dare and Co. were the Navy agents, who +were second to none in hospitality.</p> + +<p>News had reached Madras of fresh disturbances +at Nanning, on the Malay Peninsula. We sailed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 14.</div> + +<p>Anchored at Nancowry Harbour, one of the +Nicobar Group, sailing following day.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 19.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Penang; remained only long enough +to take in stores and freight for service. Penang +was notorious at this time for fever, which attacked +the young men most severely: few under thirty +recovered.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 6.</div> + +<p>We anchored off Malacca, some distance from +the shore, owing to the shallowness of the water, +which caused an unpleasant rolling motion.</p> + +<p>The authorities sat in council on our arrival. +John Company had had trouble with different chiefs. +In 1830 the Rajah of Nanning, Dool Sayd, was in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[135]</span> +rebellion, in which he was abetted by neighbouring +petty chiefs. He had then seized territory adjoining +our settlement of Malacca.</p> + +<p>The following year the Company despatched a +force of 5000 men. It was not successful, and +they had to retire on Malacca, leaving two six-pounder +brass guns in the jungle.</p> + +<p>The province of Nanning, distant from the coast, +was only reached by river. Authorities decided +that, while the troops prepared to advance by land, +our boats were to blockade the rivers Lingghi, +Moowar, and Kissang, embracing some sixty miles +of coast.</p> + +<p>Here is the copy of my first order:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<div class='address'> +<p class="center">“By James Hanway Plumridge, Esq.</p> +<p class='center'>Capt. of His Majesty’s Ship <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span>, and</p> +<p class='center'>Senior Officer, Malacca.</p> +</div> + +<p class='cb'>The Government having resolved upon the blockading +the rivers Lingy, Moowar, and Kissang, and issued proclamation +thereof.</p> + +<p>You are hereby required and directed after visiting the +boats named in the margin and taking care to see they are +provided with arms, ammunition, stores, and provisions for +eight days for their several crews, to proceed to the entrance +of the Moowar river and there remain till further orders.</p> + +<p>Should boats persist in endeavouring to force their way +down, or do not return without gunshot, you will detain +them, landing their guns on shore except the person in +charge, and send their boats to Malacca. All proas and +boats are in the first instance to be warned off, and informed +the river is under blockade both ways; and it is my +direction that you use all the diligence and means in your +power to keep the said river in a complete and effectual +state of blockade.</p> + +<p>I rely on your forbearance and vigilance in the execution +of these duties, and have little doubt you will acquit yourself<span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[136]</span> +as much to my satisfaction as when last on detached +service.</p> + +<p>Given under my hand on board His Majesty’s Ship +<span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> at Malacca this 10th day of June 1832.</p> + +<div class='signature'> +<p class='right pr1'> +(Signed) <span class="smcap">Hanway Plumridge</span>, Capt.</p> +</div> + +<div class='address-left'> +<p class='center'>To Lieutenant the Honble. Henry Keppel,</p> +<p class='center'>of His Majesty’s Ship <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span>.”</p> +</div> + +</div> + +<p class='cb'>I felt much interest in this small expedition. My +force consisted of the <span class='ships'>Diamond</span>, hired schooner, +mounting four noisy brass guns; she also carried a +four-oared gig for my particular use. Besides this, +there was a schooner-rigged pinnace and seven man-of-war +boats. We were attended from Malacca by +a mixture of Dutch, Portuguese, and Malays, in +various floating craft.</p> + +<p>A larger river, the Lingghi, to the eastward, was +commanded by Hutton. The line of coast blockaded +extended sixty miles. Before taking up my blockading +position, we had a ceremonious visit to pay the +chief whose rivers we were about to occupy.</p> + +<p>The Rajah of Moowar was a loyal adherent of +the Government, but he was without the power to +prevent the munitions of war passing into the +Nanning territory.</p> + +<p>From the ship, although some way off, I was +enabled to obtain assistance to make a suitable +display on presenting the official letter, as well as +the sword which had been added.</p> + +<p>The palace, like most Malay buildings, projected +into the water, where it is supported on piles, and +shaded by <i lang='ms'>kadjangs</i>. The blockading fleet was +anchored opposite, in line. A Malay royal salute +consists of 3 guns only, but unluckily there is no +limit to the number of salutes.</p> + +<p>The senior mid, Mr. D. B. Bedford, an intelligent<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[137]</span> +youth, undertook the office of master of ceremonies, +and appointed himself to carry the colours, while I +was of too great importance to do any more than I +could help! We landed from a procession of boats: +a Marine officer, Lieutenant Ford, and myself +bringing up the rear.</p> + +<p>A high-caste Malay is never in a hurry. The +important part of the ceremony, to them, consisted +in the length of time they could keep us waiting. <em>I</em> +considered myself second only to the Rajah in importance; +but it was evident that I was eclipsed by +Lieutenant Ford, of the Royal Marines, in his red +coat and tall feather.</p> + +<p>After a time, by a side-opening, there appeared a +yellow-silk canopy supported on poles, which sheltered +His Highness. He wore a red-and-green handkerchief +round his head, with a corner sticking up. His +legs well through dark-red trousers, a Highland-looking +sarong, and a beautiful gold-embroidered +<i lang='ms'>kris</i> inlaid with precious stones, stuck in his waist.</p> + +<p>After shaking of hands and a palaver through +interpreters, the letter was presented, amid the cheers +of the <em>fleet</em>! and salutes from the brass guns. The +same was repeated when the sword was delivered. +Coffee and sweetmeats were carried by ladies of the +harem.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_138'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_138.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>A Royal Salute.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>Here my assistants showed symptoms of weariness. +I noticed that the Rajah flinched as each gun +went off. Wanting to accelerate the departure of +the kind assistance I had received from the ship, +which was over twenty miles off, I ordered another +salute to be fired. The good Rajah became very +anxious that I should be informed that the reply to +the letter would be forwarded without delay to the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[139]</span>“General of the Honourable Company” at Malacca.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[138]</span> +As I saw he began to look really ill, I let him off the +last salute, and thus concluded the ceremony.</p> + +<p>My friends from the <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> came on board +the <span class='ships'>Diamond</span>, where I had prepared a blow-out of +chickens boiled in pea-soup and onions, to be washed +down by Bass’s pale ale, to which they did ample +justice. They then departed, leaving me alone in +my glory.</p> + +<p>Presentation of the letter and sword to the Rajah +over, and my assistants from the ship not in sight, I +arranged my small fleet. By a convenient bend of +the river, we could move to a position out of sight +of the palace. Bedford in pinnace, and two native +boats, armed, carrying eight men each, had to +blockade the mouth of the Kissang, keeping a good +look-out for signals.</p> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Diamond</span> lay nearer the western side of the +Moowar, with a war-boat at a respectable distance +ahead and another astern of her. The other seven +boats formed a line nearer the eastern shore, just +within hail of one another, leaving an open space in +the middle of the river for prizes. To each boat +was attached a canoe, which of course was the +“Captain’s gig.” The whole was arranged in less +than an hour, when I was glad to get back to the +<span class='ships'>Diamond</span>.</p> + +<p>I had an interpreter who likewise played the +fiddle, a good native curry cook, my gig’s crew and +three Royal Marines for sentries, a corporal who did +officer. The company of midshipmen commanding +boats could be obtained by signal.</p> + +<p>Quiet as the jungle was by day, with its savage +inhabitants, we were little prepared for their midnight +carousals, when they came to wash their mouths +out. The first roar sounded so loud, while I was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[140]</span> +dreaming, that I fancied my <span class='ships'>Diamond</span> had been +carried by boarding, and that my reign was over, ere +it had well begun.</p> + +<p>The following day the Rajah granted an audience. +I took my coxswain and interpreter only. Nothing +could have been nicer or more gentlemanlike. He +was evidently a keen sportsman, but a spear more to +his hand than a double barrel. He informed me +that the jungle contained elephants, a few of them +white; tigers and black panthers, buffaloes and wild +cattle (<i lang='ms'>Bos gaurus</i>), large Samba deer, wild-pig, +small bears, besides a variety of monkeys.</p> + +<p>He presented me with a handsome spear, seven +feet long. Below the blade there was a foot of +wrought gold, very handsome; and then human +hair, reddish, but whether natural or dyed I could +not tell. By virtue of this royal spear I could demand +anything. I have it now. Orders had already +been given that nothing should be received without +payment in full.</p> + +<p>Being fond of a stroll with gun, coxswain carrying +ammunition, I went for a short distance into the +jungle. Observing on the top branch of a high tree,—some +ninety feet from the ground, a round-looking +lump, I fired. It fell; on my running up, a little +monkey jumped from under. A large Brahmin kite, +at a stoop, seized the child. A piece of wood at +hand enabled me to throw near enough to cause the +kite to drop it. The poor little thing ran for protection +to the murderer of its mother. It was the +first monkey I ever shot; needless to say, it was the last.</p> + +<p>On board, we found it was badly hurt. The +kite’s talons had penetrated the skin; the wounds +were dressed, and it was made over to the care of a +kind mid, by name Glynn. But where the claws<span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[141]</span> +had penetrated maggots bred: rum would not destroy +them; it was thought kinder to let the little thing +get tipsy on sugar and rum, and when in a state of +insensibility commit the little body to the deep.</p> + +<p>The Rajah soon found out that I was fond of +sport. He now took me in his state boat to a spot +up the river towards the Rumbau range, which heads +the Moowar.</p> + +<p>On landing, he led me to an opening, and, +seated on a fallen tree, we saw at least five hundred +elephants with young ones at foot, passing quietly +through the low jungle, the elders breaking off the +tender green shoots, and so feeding their young. +The whole mass moved in a slow and solemn manner. +The males were excluded. A sight that I shall +never forget!</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_142'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_142.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Elephants with Young at Foot, Moowar Valley.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>Dark quickly follows sunset.</p> + +<p>Wishing to test the alertness observed on board +my puny fleet, I sent secretly, beyond the bend of +the river, a Malay with a cocoanut-oil lamp, to be +placed with lighted wick so as to float down close to +the bushes. The stream was running fresh.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July.</div> + +<p>About 9 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> heard the first hail; the second was +followed by the report of a musket, and so repeated +down the line. My imaginary enemy floated out to +sea, the Chief having made no signal to chase. Soon +all was quiet until the denizens of the jungle +announced their thirst.</p> + +<p>One morning the Rajah borrowed a three-pounder +brass swivel he had noticed on board. An hour later +I heard a report and started in the gig. It was a +pull against stream and a scramble over deep marshy +ground, which was worse for us than for Malay +guides, which the Rajah had sent, knowing the +report of the swivel would bring me.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[143]</span></p> + +<p>We found His Highness had had a climb. With +the three-pounder swivel he had broken the near +hind-leg of a female elephant just above the lower +joint. As we came up the poor beast made a fresh +attempt to escape. As the Rajah appeared to be +indifferent, I thought it would be a mercy to put her +out of misery.</p> + +<p>In Ceylon, the vulnerable spot in the forehead had +been pointed out to me. A rifle-shot put her out of +misery. It was amusing to see the ease with which +the young one, by a swing of the leg, turned over +any one of the boat’s crew who attempted to pass the +painter over its head.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_144'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_144.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Blue-jackets in Chase.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>As morning broke, a refreshing rifle-shot was +generally to be found by a sleeping alligator on the +mud. If you hit him, he would slide into the river. +I have often fancied they do not hear: within a +couple of inches, I have struck rocks and mud +without disturbing them.</p> + +<p>During frequent excursions with the Rajah, I +penetrated the domesticities of elephant life: guided +by Malays to selected spots in the jungle. I have +seen beds prepared of soft young branches, about +three feet deep, neatly squared off like a well-made +stable litter. This, it appears, is an attention paid by +the male to his consort.</p> + +<p>One evening, observing from the <span class='ships'>Diamond</span> a huge +alligator asleep on the mud, some distance up the +opposite shore, I embarked with one Malay lad in a +small canoe, and paddled up-stream far up on the +opposite bank, hoping to drop down in time with +the tide, to get a shot that might take effect.</p> + +<p>On reaching the place, I found marks which +showed he had slid off the bank. I had given up all +hopes of him, and was plunging my steering, pointed,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[145]</span> +paddle deep into the water. It struck something hard, +and I found the alligator directly under the canoe; +his head appeared under the port-bow, his tail lashing +the water, covering myself and native boy with +mud. Why the brute did not capsize us and make +a meal, I cannot imagine, for the canoe was balanced +athwart his back. I believe he was more startled, if +possible, than we were.</p> + +<p>A few days after this little ruse, I received information +from the Rajah that a large prahu was +running a cargo in the jungle, two miles to the southward +of the entrance to the Moowar. The boats of +the squadron were getting ready, while I, with the +interpreter and a double-barrelled rifle, started at +once to seaward, and found a large trading-boat +endeavouring to make sail. As soon as I got within +reach, a ball from my rifle caused both sails to be +lowered. By this time she had opened the mouth of +the river: there was no further trouble. The interpreter +pointed out her berth in the centre of the river.</p> + +<p>The Nanning war was now over, the Company +had recovered their guns, and the natives glad to +come to any terms. The blockading squadron was +recalled to the ship. This expedition, which I +thoroughly enjoyed, lasted from June 10 to August +23.</p> + +<p>A few days after I rejoined the ship a boat came +alongside, with the young elephant on board, and +messengers from the Rajah asking me to accept it as +a parting gift. Needless to say, it was a present my +smart Captain would not permit me to accept.</p> + +<p>I was sorry to part with my good friend the +Rajah. So persuaded was he of my merits, that he +solemnly offered me the hand of his daughter in +marriage, on condition that I would become his heir<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[146]</span> +and succeed him on the throne of Moowar. It was +no idle jest. His Highness wrote officially to the +Powers at Penang, and for some years the document +was to be seen in the Government offices.</p> + +<p>I have endeavoured to obtain a copy of this +flattering proposal; but the lapse of time, the changes +of administration in the affairs of the Straits Settlements, +to say nothing of the ravages of white ants, +preclude my presenting it to my readers.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[147]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span></span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1832. +Sept.</div> + +<p>We next had a pretty run down the Straits; sky +sails and royal studding sails, passing everything, +opium clippers included.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 5.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Singapore, where Robert Ibbetson was +Resident; should like to have remained longer at +this charming place, but my turn came later.</p> + +<p>On October 1 we were threading our way through +this “sea of islands,” leadsman in the chains, heading +for Batavia. Mr. George Bonham, a member of the +Government, was the guest of our Captain, who +fancied he could not bear the smell of tobacco.</p> + +<p>It was my first watch. Bonham, who could not +sleep, about six bells came to me in his distress. +The Straits were subject to squalls. I bid the +Quartermaster “put the Captain’s skylight on,” +and then told Bonham he might fire away. By the +time his cigar was finished, the “<em>threatened</em>” squall +had passed, and the Captain allowed to breathe freely.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 8.</div> + +<p>We landed Mr. Bonham at Batavia, and sailed +next day, saluting the Dutch flag.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 10.</div> + +<p>At midnight we hailed the United States corvette +<span class='ships'>Peacock</span>. He was at quarters, clear for action.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 3.</div> + +<p>Having passed through the Straits of Sunda, +arrived at Trincomalee October 3.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[148]</span></p> + +<p>We had no night elephant-shooting this time, but +much fun in company of the Highland Regiment.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 15.</div> + +<p>Sailed for Madras. Five days after, during the +middle watch, we fell in with the <span class='ships'>Lady Flora</span>, +General Sir Frederick Adam, the newly-appointed +Governor, on board. Our Captain, doing the civil, +sent me with an offer to convey despatches to Madras.</p> + +<p>As no one of importance was likely to be out of +his cot, I went in night-watch costume and delivered +the message. Considering that we were within a +hundred miles of the anchorage, the Captain did not +seem to take the offer as any compliment to his +<span class='ships'>Lady Flora</span>; nevertheless, he caused a jar of preserved +ginger to be put in the boat as a contribution +to the “midshipmen’s mess.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 23.</div> + +<p>We arrived at Madras.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 25.</div> + +<p>Two days after, on attending my Captain at the +Governor’s levée, Ford, the Captain of the <span class='ships'>Lady +Flora</span>, was astonished to see the mid to whom he +had given the ginger, wearing epaulettes. It was +my good-fortune to be able to make the acquaintance +of another of Wellington’s Generals, and one so +distinguished, too, at Waterloo. It was some years +after before the K.C.B. and K.C.M.G., well-earned +decorations, were bestowed. The General strongly +resembled his brother Charles, at this time Rear-Admiral +of the White.</p> + +<p>Sir Frederick Adam relieved the Right Hon. +Stephen Lushington as Governor.</p> + +<p>The houses allotted the naval officers by the +Company were on the Mount Road, a charming +promenade. I had a kinsman in Henry, another son +of Dean Garnier. He belonged to a Madras cavalry +regiment, but just now had command of the +Governor’s bodyguard. The horses were thoroughbred<span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[149]</span> +Arabs, beautiful to look at, but dangerous to +play with. Nevertheless, after galloping home from +a morning ride, dismounting, and hungry for breakfast, +these same horses, deprived of saddle and bridle, +would walk into the bungalow, and eat bread from +our hands.</p> + +<p>On the Mount Road, near a native hut, between +which and the road, was an elephant, lamed from +having trodden on a glass bottle. It was attended +by a native vet. Before any one knew that the vet +was approaching, he would commence a melancholy +moan, and swing his huge limb backwards and +forwards until the dressing was commenced. This +little game was repeated daily while we were there.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 3.</div> + +<p>We sailed from Madras, and amused ourselves at +sea until 24th, when we arrived at Penang, a gem of +an island.</p> + +<p>During our first visit the war with Nanning +engrossed all our time; thus, we were unable to +spend any time on shore, or explore its beauties. +The road by the coast is shaded by a succession +of the prettiest and coolest-looking bungalows. +After business hours some officials retire to the +luxuriously cool Government houses on the heights.</p> + +<p>At the foot of the hill is a refreshing waterfall; +just at the angle where you turn off among the +shady forest trees on the path ascending to the +Government buildings. The view from the top is +perfection. On one side is Sumatra, with its Acheen +Head to the north-west; on the other, the Peninsula, +stretching away south to Singapore. On the ruins +of a fort there was an old, long brass gun with the +arms of Queen Anne. A strait of one mile and a +half separates Penang from the Malay Peninsula. +Tigers and alligators common on both sides. There<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[150]</span> +was more than one instance of a tiger clinging at +night to the accommodation ladder of a trader for +rest, when tides were fresh.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Malacca, +Dec. 1.</div> + +<p>Anchored at Malacca, an interesting old Dutch +place. The Stadt House, where the Resident lived, +was built on a low hill facing the sea, and beautifully +cool. The first-floor was approached by a carved +ebony staircase.</p> + +<p>A little further to the southward, on a higher +hill, stands the old Church of Notre Dame del +Monte, in which St. Francis Xavier had preached. +Lower down are the remains of the city wall, with +the Dutch arms still clinging to it.</p> + +<p>Malacca is one of the oldest settlements in the +East. Captured by the English in 1795, restored +in 1818, and finally ceded to England in exchange +for Sumatra in 1824, which may account for the +Queen Anne gun at Acheen Head.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 21.</div> + +<p>Returned to Madras.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1833. +January.</div> + +<p>Cannot call our first cruise this new year one of +pleasure. It was in search of an imaginary shoal, +supposed to have been discovered by <span class='ships'>Melville</span>, 74, +flagship, in 17° 16′ north latitude, and 85° 57′ east +longitude. We kept deep-sea leads going in the +chains, as well as in pinnace and launch, on either +side with one hundred fathoms of line. Gave it up +at end of ten days. It reminded me of Jack’s +rhyme:</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Six days you shall work as hard as you are able,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On the seventh, holy stone decks and black the chain cable.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 26.</div> + +<p>Returned to Madras, where we remained until +end of the month.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 31.</div> + +<p>We sailed for Calcutta.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 10.</div> + +<p>Came to off the Sandheads. Interesting to see<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[152]</span> +the pains taken by the gentleman-like pilots. Quartermasters +were no longer trusted; our lead-lines marked +by themselves to feet instead of fathoms, with their +own leadsmen in the chains.</p> + +<p>George Malthers, Royal Marine, died.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 11.</div> + +<p>The Marine officer, Lieutenant Ford, no relation +to the Captain of the <span class='ships'>Lady Flora</span>, and myself were +sent to Diamond Harbour to bury the deceased.</p> + +<p>Poor Ford was not young. His commission on +entering the service as Lieutenant, the rank he now +held, was dated the year in which I was born; he +was, moreover, lame from gout.</p> + +<p>We landed at what was called the rest-house. +There were rest-houses all over the Company’s +dominions, and I believe are still. The burial-ground +was over a mile away.</p> + +<p>The country for some distance was divided into +pâdi-fields by embankments some twelve feet high, +thence, into squares about twenty feet broad, extending +for miles. The young pâdi was just beginning to +rise from its bed of mud.</p> + +<p>On our return, walking slowly with Ford, having +just passed a buffalo cow, we came to a pretty little +calf, which I patted on the back. All at once I heard +a snort, and the next moment I was in the air,—cocked +hat, sword, Prayer-book flying in all directions; +myself descending to the pâdi-field, which held an +additional four feet of mud.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_151'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_151.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Returning from the Funeral.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>Boat’s crew and firing-party came up with a rush. +The ropes that lowered the coffin to the depths of +its grave came in handy to raise me to the surface. +On coming to the top, I saw nothing of the cow, +calf, or poor old Ford. On board he had, of course, +a capital story to tell.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[153]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span></span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1833. +Feb. 11.</div> + +<p>On return from the funeral I was sent in a native +boat to Calcutta, with a despatch to the Governor-General. +It was slow work against stream, and at +night very cold, for which I was unprepared.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 12.</div> + +<p>However, I arrived the following morning, and +landed at the Shampur ghât. A palanquin conveyed +me to Government House. Lord William Cavendish +Bentinck was well known; twenty years previously +he had been Governor of Madras.</p> + +<p>I was not kept long. Instead of finding myself +ushered into the presence of a potentate with twenty +A.D.C.’s, I found His Excellency in plain clothes: +his only companion, a parrot on his finger. He was +kindness itself. I had been but little in the London +world, but he seemed to know everybody I had seen, +or even heard of.</p> + +<p>The ship arrived in the afternoon, and anchored +off the esplanade. Although many fine Indiamen and +larger ships were here, nothing came up to <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> +in appearance. In due time His Excellency paid an +official visit.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_154'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_154.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption><span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> at Calcutta.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>A salute with yards manned is a pretty sight, and +our <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> was, even for a man-of-war, unusually +<em>taunt</em>, and on shore attracted a large concourse. The<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[155]</span> +Hooghly was not a bright and limpid stream. Of a +morning we often had to clear our hawse of dark +bodies, hardly visible from the darker mud.</p> + +<p>Quarters were provided for officers in Fort +William. The ancient one, in which was the famous +Black Hole, was two miles farther up the river.</p> + +<p>We were kindly invited by H. E. to Barrackpore. +But it was the height of the season, balls, pig-sticking, +parties, picnics, and private theatricals going on.</p> + +<p>The hunt meet at Dum-Dum (five miles from +Calcutta) I could not resist. There was an extensive +horse establishment, from which I obtained a horse. +I was never without a correct get-up, and, weighing +something under nine stone, was frequently offered a +mount.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">March.</div> + +<p>My hunter, from Mr. Cook’s establishment, sent +on, I drove in a buggy, syce seated on the step. It +was a bright and cheery meet. Jackals were hunted +instead of foxes, the latter being small, and not so +fast.</p> + +<p>I was welcomed as an old sportsman. A find and +a cheery “gone away,” my horse inclined towards a +wood on the right. He jumped a small nullah +against my will; the bit broke at the joint. My +next recollection was from a bed in Fort William, +with my Captain and officers of both services standing +round.</p> + +<p>I soon recovered senses, but for some days was +told to keep quiet. It appears that my mount, after +taking me across the nullah, bolted for the wood, and +my head striking a bough, brought me to the +ground.</p> + +<p>The Tent Club had been kind enough to make me +an honorary member. After some days’ quiet enjoyment +at Barrackpore, I returned to the city. On my<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[156]</span> +promising proper behaviour, I joined a small party. +Stopford, a merchant, was one. He was so like the +Admiral, and naval relatives of that name, I cottoned +to him at once.</p> + +<p>On approaching the ground, we came on thirteen +or fourteen elephants tethered in regular order, with +their attendants. Beyond were marquees, arranged +and fitted with every comfort of bed and baths that a +sportsman could wish.</p> + +<p>A large mess marquee stood out by itself, with +passages for cooks and attendants, and piles of ice, +(brought to Calcutta by American ships).</p> + +<p>The country was open, with patches of jungle +three or four acres in extent. Our horses were +tethered in the rear in such places as suited the syces.</p> + +<p>The dinner alone was worth all I had yet seen: +every luxury of soups; capons as big as turkeys, +curries equal to those at Madras. Drinks of champagne +and claret, but nothing appeared in greater +demand than Bass’s pale ale. Ices in every form: +stories and songs till the small hours, when the elders +made a move.</p> + +<p>I was in a sound sleep, when the yells of jackals +close by caused me to jump up and seize my gun. +As I got outside, voices called out: “You can’t fire +without hitting some one!”</p> + +<p>The procession to the jungle was quiet and +decorous. After the elephants, guided by their +mahouts, who were also provided with crackers, +had entered the jungle, you could distinctly hear the +boar sharpening his tusks.</p> + +<p>The pig-stickers separated into pairs. Where a +hog broke, the nearest took up the running; the +second followed close for turn and first spear.</p> + +<p>The spear at Calcutta was carried perpendicularly,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[157]</span> +point down. I mention this, as, I believe, in Bombay +the spear is carried under the arm.</p> + +<p>I witnessed this noble sport for a couple of days, +without being able to join in it.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 11.</div> + +<p>We were towed down the Hooghly by the +<span class='ships'>Enterprise</span> steamer.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 3.</div> + +<p>Anchored off Malacca.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Singapore, +April 4.</div> + +<p>Came to in Singapore Roads. It was curious to +find almost every European down with influenza, +and that within three degrees of the equator!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 6.</div> + +<p>Our ships suffered, and several officers and men +were invalided. (In connection with this epidemic, +it is of interest to note that the disease was as +universal as it has been in the latter part of this +century. 1833 was the great year of influenza in +Europe, and although communication was slow and +infrequent, yet the disease travelled with the same +rapid defiance of distance as it does now—an argument +in favour of this mysterious malady being +disseminated by atmospheric influences.)</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 23.</div> + +<p>Put to sea without delay, taking with us <span class='ships'>Alligator</span>, +<span class='ships'>Wolf</span>, and <span class='ships'>Harrier</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 7.</div> + +<p>We proceeded by Anjer Roads to Trincomalee, +thence to Madras, where we arrived the end of the +month.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 23.</div> + +<p>At sunset we were again running for Trincomalee +under all sail. The wind strong enough to enable +us to stem a two-knot current.</p> + +<p>At 10 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>, just as the Captain came on deck, the +breeze freshened and veered to the starboard quarter. +He turned the hands up, “Bring ship to an anchor.”</p> + +<p>At 11 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> we shortened sail and came to. We +were considered smart at all sail work, Hutton +managing, while yards were square, the starboard, +and I the port, side.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[158]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Trincomalee.</div> + +<p>On the present occasion, the boatswain neglected +to see the port fore-tack properly overhauled. The +consequence was that the clew on Hutton’s side +reached the quarter of the yard a few seconds before +that on my side!</p> + +<p>It was near midnight, sails furled and yards +square. The Captain sent for me to inquire why +the port clew was not up at the same time as that on +starboard side. I told him that neither sheet nor +tack had been overhauled. He sent for the boatswain, +who stated that he had overhauled both with +his own “’and.”</p> + +<p>The Captain addressed me, drawing my attention +to the undoubted fact, on which I expressed an +opinion that my word was as good as the boatswain’s. +I was ordered to my cabin, under arrest. Everybody +appeared to be out of sorts, and, as it would have +been my middle watch, I was not sorry to turn in. +The ship was soon refitted.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 29.</div> + +<p>Sailed for Madras; arrived 31st.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Madras, +June.</div> + +<p>On June 4 a mail from England arrived. The +first down to my cabin to congratulate me on +promotion was the Captain. How the receipt of +good news alters people’s feelings! We were +“brothers”; half an hour earlier I could have done +him an injury. I got a hearty welcome to share +generous John Company’s Naval House on the +Mount Road. I scarcely knew my own self.</p> + +<p>My commission as Commander was dated January +30, five months before I heard of it. We had +carousals on shore, and I heard after at some dinner-party +Hutton had sung his then famous song “John’s +ale was new.” On a remark of mine, he bet me £5 +that he would not sing it again while the <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> +was in commission.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[159]</span></p> + +<p>The ship was ordered to Calcutta, and the +Captain had no authority to discharge me. I therefore +proposed that, after having seen him off, I +should write a despatch, stating that, having been +promoted, and finding a homeward-bound free-trader +in the roads, I had taken passage to England.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 10.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> sailed at daylight for Calcutta. For +the first time I was my own master.</p> + +<p>The Navy agents secured my passage. I passed +most of the time with my young kinsman, Henry +Garnier, a Cornet in the 4th Light Cavalry, who, in +his turn, was much with Colonel Charles Macleane +and that charming family, in which was one particularly +handsome daughter. A fortnight passed +rapidly and pleasantly, riding or tandem-driving.</p> + +<p>When I came to embark, I found that these kind, +experienced friends had sent me two chests, each +containing six dozen bottles of pure water, which was +far more useful and grateful than the same amount +of champagne would have been. These chests the +chief officer kindly stowed conveniently for me.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 26.</div> + +<p>We sailed in <span class='ships'>Claudine</span>. There were an agreeable +set of passengers. We sat down eighteen to dinner.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Table Bay, +Aug. 15.</div> + +<p>Arrived in Table Bay. We were startled, on +running in, at seeing within half a cable’s length +ahead a small flag flying on what appeared to be a +rock, but proved to be a dead whale, the flag marking +the owner.</p> + +<p>I had here a week of real enjoyment, visiting with +my old friends, besides getting two capital days’ +hunting. On both occasions I was awarded a brush.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 22.</div> + +<p>Sailed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 20.</div> + +<p>At sunset landed with the other passengers by +pilot vessel at Portsmouth—one hundred and seventeen +days from Madras.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[160]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">England</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1833. +October.</div> + +<p>At what time of the year is England not enjoyable!</p> + +<p>My father had taken 12 Berkeley Square, which +had an excellent dining-room. He had also the +Stud House in the Home Park. My kind host of +many years, the Duke of Sussex, was on a visit to +Lord Dinorben.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 25.</div> + +<p>An invitation from Colonel and Mrs. Grey—she +was a sister of Lady Dinorben—and an offer of +mounts, besides the probability of meeting my father, +decided me on going to Brighton. I found the +Greys such a bright and cheery family.</p> + +<p>On our returning, after my first day with the +harriers, Colonel Grey spotted royal outriders. We +had only time to pull up and off hats when the King +passed.</p> + +<p>On getting home, I found an invitation to dine at +the Pavilion, where I was glad to meet my father, +who seemed to enjoy his active life. There were +fine buildings in Calcutta, but the Pavilion beat +them.</p> + +<p>Both Majesties were present. They must have +noticed my nervousness, and were kind in proportion.</p> + +<p>The dining-hall was a magnificent room. High +up in each corner were huge golden dragons that<span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[161]</span> +appeared to float, but how supported I could not +make out.</p> + +<p>As my kind host and hostess showed no signs of +being bored, and my mounts appeared rather to +improve, I held on to my comfortable quarters.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov.</div> + +<p>One morning, when strolling near the Pavilion, I +observed His Majesty at the front-door, wrapped up +for a drive, probably to enjoy the open downs. I +disappeared behind a projection from which I could +not retreat.</p> + +<p>After a few minutes the carriage drove up, coachman +in plain clothes, no other servant. Before His +Majesty got in, he addressed the coachman in strong +naval language. The man showed no more symptoms +of vitality than if he were a coat stuffed with +straw.</p> + +<p>The King, after more nautical expressions, shook +his fist, and told the coachman that he would report +him to the Master of the Horse—a threat His Majesty +did not carry out.</p> + +<p>Although the Duke of Sussex had recently returned +to London, he was too fond of shooting to miss a +good day at Holkham, where a party had assembled—woodcocks +in plenty—and I accompanied him.</p> + +<p>Beyond the hour and place of meet, there was no +particular arrangement.</p> + +<p>I was in the carriage with the Duke, and a good +deal of firing was going on when we arrived at the +covert side.</p> + +<p>His Royal Highness had a new shooting-coat, with +pockets enough to hold many birds. While getting +out of the carriage, a shower of shot descended on +the Prince’s hat and coat. He was excited, and +seemed anxious to find out who the culprit was.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov 23.</div> + +<p>Luckily, I had not left the carriage, but my<span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[162]</span> +nephew, Archie MacDonald, was not far off, and it +was in vain he tried to assure His Royal Highness +that his gun had not been fired.</p> + +<p>Fox Maul,<a id="FNanchor_4" href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> an old Holkham favourite, forced his +way out of the covert, and addressed the Duke to the +effect that Archie was very nervous, and felt severely +his rebuke, at the same time expressing how grateful +he should feel if His Royal Highness took no further +notice of the peppering he received, Fox Maul being +the real culprit.</p> + +<p>Among the guests I remember the following: +Lord and Lady Tavistock, Earls Jermyn and Talbot, +Lord and Lady Braybrooke, Lord and Lady Suffield, +Sir Ronald Ferguson, Sir Charles Clarke the famous +doctor, Mr. and Mrs. Stanhope.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1834. +January.</div> + +<p>On the return of the Duke from a short visit to +Lord Lichfield, I again joined him, and towards the +end of the month left for Kinmel, where we remained +during Christmas and New Year, returning to +London on January 24.</p> + +<p>It would be possible to fill a volume of shore +reminiscences, but as I am writing the life of a +sailor, much that might be interesting must be +omitted.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">October.</div> + +<p>Until the opening of the London season, their +Majesties held Court at Brighton. Almack’s balls +were held there from October till February, and the +Grenadier Guards gave balls at the Albion.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb.</div> + +<p>The Court having removed to London, I attended +the first levee at St. James’s on February 21. Taking +advantage of the entrée accorded my father (the +rules being less strict than now), I was able to converse +with Prince Talleyrand, getting old, with gray +hair falling over his shoulders. Among the leaders<span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[163]</span> +of fashion were Count D’Orsay and my kinsman, +Tom Anson.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">March.</div> + +<p>The Stud House suited my father; he was fond +of dogs, and Berkeley Square did not afford sufficient +exercise.</p> + +<p>Hampton Court was close by. The family of +Admiral Sir George Seymour occupied the southern +wing of the Palace. Although Sir George had led +a sailor’s life from boyhood, there was no more +aristocratic-looking man in the peerage. I had his +biography by heart.</p> + +<p>It was as a Lieutenant on board Rear-Admiral +Cochrane’s ship, the <span class='ships'>Northumberland</span>, 74, February +6, 1806, in the action off St. Domingo, that a grape +shot carried away several teeth. The wound, instead +of disfiguring, rather added interest to his handsome +face. Sir George married, 1811, Georgina Mary, +second daughter of Admiral Hon. Sir George Berkeley. +I frequently dined and enjoyed much pleasant intercourse +with the family.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 10.</div> + +<p>His Majesty, with a large party, came from +Windsor to inspect the stud and paddocks at +Hampton Court. The Master of the Horse had +no difficulty in finding me a mount. It was a fine +day, and everybody enjoyed himself.</p> + +<p>On entering the gates, the King addressed the +keeper by saying: “Mr. Worley, Eclipse, you and +I were born in the same year.” Whether perfectly +correct or not, the compliment was the same, and +pleased everybody.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 12.</div> + +<p>His Majesty held a levee. I was fond of these +ceremonies, and accompanied the Master of the +Horse where I might.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 17.</div> + +<p>Almack’s balls were removed from Brighton to +Willis’s Rooms, St. James’s.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[164]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">May.</div> + +<p>The Maynard family from Paris created a sensation. +They were not only uncommonly handsome, +but peculiar. They had a brother in the Blues, +whose friendship I established; but in the middle +of my little game I found myself appointed to the +command of the <span class='ships'>Childers</span>, 16, which my brother-in-law, +Harry Stephenson, had obtained for me through +his friend the Hon. George Dundas, a Sea Lord. +One of the signatures to my appointment was that +of Sir Thomas Hardy. I think my kind patron felt +the wrong he had done His Majesty’s service, as he +recommended my not appearing at the Admiralty, +and, as the Board were kind enough to allow me +to nominate the commissioned officers, there was no +occasion to go there.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 17.</div> + +<p>Sir James Graham presented me at the levée on +my appointment to the <span class='ships'>Childers</span>.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[165]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Childers</span> Brig</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1834. +May.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Childers</span> brig was lying in dock at Portsmouth.</p> + +<p>The First Lieutenant, George Goldsmith, had +been serving in the <span class='ships'>Madagascar</span> frigate, under that +distinguished officer, the Hon. Sir Robert Spencer, +who was succeeded by another equally good Captain, +Edmund Lyons.</p> + +<p>The Second Lieutenant, Grey Skipwith, was just +promoted out of the <span class='ships'>Royal George</span> yacht—a smart +fellow in every way, son of a grand old sporting +baronet, who lived at Newbold Hall, Warwickshire.</p> + +<p>Jonas Coaker, my old shipmate in the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, was +Master; a finer seaman never broke a biscuit.</p> + +<p>Goldsmith and I found the brig in dock, but not +afloat. A small staff, with a yard and a half of +narrow bunting, was secured to the taffrail, and +H.M.S. <span class='ships'>Childers</span> declared to be in commission.</p> + +<p>Reported the auspicious event to the Commander-in-Chief, +Admiral Sir Thomas Williams, G.C.B., and +afterwards to Sir F. L. Maitland, K.C.B., Admiral +Superintendent.</p> + +<p>The next step was a pole, with the Union Jack +suspended out of the first-floor window of the Bedford-in-Chase, +on the Hard.</p> + +<p>“His Majesty’s ship <span class='ships'>Childers’</span> Rendezvous.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[166]</span></p> + +<p>Lost no time in issuing hand-bills to the following +effect:—</p> + +<div class='blockquot'> +<p class="center"> +“Wanted, Petty Officers and Able Seamen for His Majesty’s +ship <span class='ships'>Childers</span>.</p> +<p class='center'><span class="smcap">Commander Henry Keppel.</span></p> +<p class='center'>Now fitting for the Mediterranean Station.</p> +<p class='center'><em>N.B.</em>—None but the <span class="smcap">Right Sort</span> need apply.” +</p> +</div> + +<p>These were posted at all the large seaports.</p> + +<p>I secured lodgings on the “Hard”; feeding was +accomplished at the “Keppel’s Head.”</p> + +<p>The Admiral Superintendent took great interest +in the fitting-out, and kindly acceded to all my +fancies. He selected the <span class='ships'>Topaze</span> for use as a hulk, +and substituted a tiller for the wheel. The brig was +of great beam, giving spread for her rigging and +stability to her spars. The figure-head was that of +a horse, apparently with his lower jaw broken. This +I gilded over, and on the bows of the boats had a +representation of a horse winning the Derby. The +ship was painted white inside, with green rails to +hammock netting, port-cells black. My means of +fitting out were small, but what worried me most +was the average pound a day I had to pay for postage, +while there was a ridiculous idea that persons +would take offence if letters were prepaid. Crossing +the Border cost an extra sixpence. My letters were +chiefly from anxious parents.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June.</div> + +<p>Lord Yarborough, President of the Royal Yacht +Squadron, took great interest in our fitting, and +passed many an hour on board giving me useful +hints. On Saturdays all Captains fitting-out were +invited to his beautiful place at Apple-de-Coombe, in +the Isle of Wight, to remain over Sunday. After +church we went to his son’s (Dudley Pelham) lovely +place, St. Lawrence, on the South Coast.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[167]</span></p> + +<p>Lord Yarborough kindly put my name down for +ballot as an honorary member of the Yacht Squadron +Club, on which list I may now boast of being the +senior member. We were well and quickly manned.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 10.</div> + +<p>Captain Charles Napier arrived at Spithead as a +Portuguese Admiral, flying his flag in the <span class='ships'>Duchess of +Braganza</span>. Commander William Holt was ordered +a passage to join <span class='ships'>Scout</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 28.</div> + +<p>11.30 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>—Cast off from hulk and worked out +to Spithead; saluted flag of Sir Frederick Maitland.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 30.</div> + +<p>Weighed, and stood out of St. Helens.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 31.</div> + +<p>Came to in Plymouth Sound 10 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>; saluted +flag of Admiral Sir William Hargood.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August 2.</div> + +<p>5 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>—Weighed and made sail. My cabin was +9 feet from bulkhead to bulkhead, not leaving much +room for the swing of cots.</p> + +<p>Crossing the bay we were pitching, and, to make +my guest more comfortable, I had the fore-topgallant +sail taken in. However, every now and then +his cot struck both bulkheads.</p> + +<p>I was thinking of shortening sail, when the sentry’s +bell rang: Holt sent for the officer of the watch, and +ordered the main-topgallant sail to be taken in. But +before the officer was clear of the door, I told him to +keep fast the main, and to set the fore-topgallant sail, +at which my <span class='ships'>Childers</span> began to jump and plunge in a +manner that caused me to think both bulkheads must +be battened down.</p> + +<p>If I have any shore-going readers, I should explain, +though Holt was my senior by ten years, +having no pennant flying, he could not dictate to me. +When I was satisfied he was aware who commanded, +I shortened sail. We were always good friends after.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August 5.</div> + +<p>Exchanged numbers with <span class='ships'>Stag</span>, 46, commanded +by Nicholas Lockyer, a character.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[168]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 12.</div> + +<p>Arrived in Tangiers Roads, the dominion of the +Emperor of Morocco, where I delivered despatches +to the Consul-General, Mr. Edward Drummond, and +then proceeded to Gibraltar, seeing for the first time +the great fortified rock, of whose power one is unaware +until exploring the numerous galleries and +recesses containing heavy guns, most of them not +seen from the sea. My time was so short that I was +only able to write my name in the book of General, +Earl of Chatham, at the Convent.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 28.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Malta 2 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>, and, profiting by Goldsmith’s +experience, made fast to a buoy off the dockyard; +on no occasion did we let go an anchor in that +harbour.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 29.</div> + +<p>Saluted the flag of Admiral Superintendent Sir +Thomas Briggs. Later on, passing my glass round +the harbour, I descried, on a projecting balcony, the +fair forms of Emma and Emily Hunn, now just out +of their teens, their father, my earliest chief, being +Port Captain. On landing I was received with a +kind and hearty welcome.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 2.</div> + +<p>I was soon sent on to join the Commander-in-Chief, +and sailed September 2.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 12.</div> + +<p>On the 12th we rounded Cape Karabonu. Not +finding the fleet, ran on for Smyrna, where I found +<span class='ships'>Endymion</span>, Sir Samuel Roberts; <span class='ships'>Mastiff</span>, <span class='ships'>Beacon</span>, and +the <span class='ships'>Hind</span> cutter, which latter, being a slow sailer, was +commonly called “The Behind.”</p> + +<p>At Smyrna communicated with Sir Samuel +Roberts, who ordered me back to Vourla.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 13.</div> + +<p>On the morning of the 13th the fleet hove in +sight. We saluted the flag of that gallant and distinguished +man, Vice-Admiral Sir Josias Rowley, +Bart., flying on board the <span class='ships'>Caledonia</span>, 120, Captain +T. Brown.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[169]</span></p> + +<p>With the flag were five ships of the line the commissions +of whose Captains were dated before I was +born: The <span class='ships'>Edinburgh</span>, 74, Captain Richard Dacres +(January 1806); <span class='ships'>Caledonia</span>, 120, Captain Thomas +Brown (January 1802); <span class='ships'>Thunderer</span>, 84, W. Wise +(May 1806); <span class='ships'>Canopus</span>, 84, Hon. Jos. Percy (September +1806); <span class='ships'>Talavera</span>, 74, E. Chetham (October +1807). Of these, <span class='ships'>Caledonia</span>, three-decker, was the +most imposing. <span class='ships'>Canopus</span> was a French ship, by far +the handsomest, as well as the fastest sailer. She +carried a glass star above the truck, which on a sunshiny +day could be seen long before a vestige of the +fleet. The <span class='ships'>Edinburgh</span> was a fine ship. <span class='ships'>Thunderer</span>, +a finer, but last from England, and likely to be +second to none. <span class='ships'>Talavera</span>, not much to look at, but +improving. <span class='ships'>Malabar</span>, 74, Captain Sir William +Montague, was away to the westward, a most comfortable +and happy ship. The <span class='ships'>Vernon</span>, 38, finest +frigate in the world, and exceeding in beam any of +the line-of-battle ships built by Sir William Symonds. +<span class='ships'>Tribune</span>, 24, razéed frigate. I did not think much +of her or her Captain. <span class='ships'>Volage</span>, 24, donkey frigate, +with George Martin, the best of good fellows, as +Captain. There were <span class='ships'>Tyne</span>, 28, a good fellow as +Captain, Lord Ingestre (was much with him later, on +coast of Spain), and six smaller vessels, of which +<span class='ships'>Childers</span> was one, constantly on the move.</p> + +<p>While lying here I was joined by a very smart +youngster from the Naval College, Edward Rice.</p> + +<p>While with the flag we were not allowed to be +idle, and continued trials of rates of sailing on a wind. +We held our own, as the <span class='ships'>Childers</span> was quick in stays. +This was great fun for a while. But we all knew +that there was scarcely a bush on shore that did not +hold a woodcock.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[170]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">October.</div> + +<p>Of course, there was rivalry throughout. <span class='ships'>Caledonia</span> +had the advantage of being chief, and knowing +what next would be done. <span class='ships'>Canopus</span> followed our style +of paint, and looked perfection, but on our returning +from a sea-voyage, <span class='ships'>Edinburgh</span> and <span class='ships'>Thunderer</span> were +the first to hoist boom-boats out, and fill us smaller +craft with stores, water, and provisions. Weighed +and made sail, <span class='ships'>Madagascar</span> in company. We beat +her in short tacks working out of the bay.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 15.</div> + +<p>Came to in Lante Bay.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 19.</div> + +<p>A fresh steamer, the <span class='ships'>Spitfire</span>, arrived with despatches; +we sailed to rejoin the Admiral.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 24.</div> + +<p>Weighed at daylight, and worked for Vourla Bay. +1.30 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Came to in 11 fathoms in centre of the +fleet.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 5.</div> + +<p>Weighed at daylight with <span class='ships'>Scout</span>, <span class='ships'>Columbine</span>, and +<span class='ships'>Medea</span> to try rates of sailing. <span class='ships'>Scout</span> bound to +Alexandria; being senior, and not able to keep up, +gave us permission to part company at sunset.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 6.</div> + +<p>Just before sunset, coming on to blow from the +northward, stood in between Augusta and Green +Islands until jib-boom was over the land, and let go +the anchor in 4 fathoms.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Columbine</span>, following close, let go her anchor close +on our starboard quarter, without finding bottom, +and so drifted out to sea and deep water for +the night, with bower cable out to the clinch to +heave in.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 7.</div> + +<p>Weighed at daylight and joined the <span class='ships'>Columbine</span>, +who had been all night recovering her anchor.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 8.</div> + +<p>Came to in Vourla Bay, with a few days’ comparative +rest.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 10.</div> + +<p>Weighed in company with <span class='ships'>Caledonia</span>, <span class='ships'>Medea</span>, and +<span class='ships'>Columbine</span>, to try rate of sailing.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 27.</div> + +<p>Returned to Vourla Bay, and came to in 8<span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[171]</span> +fathoms. Arrived <span class='ships'>Malabar</span>, 74, Captain Sir William +Montague.</p> + +<p>It being necessary for me to write to the Admiral, +found I could not avail myself of the services of the +clerk, he having both his eyes stopped up by a +promising young master’s assistant, one William +King Hall, called by his messmates Jacko. Accidents +will happen in the best regulated families.</p> + +<p>About this time some of the ships were short of +the junior class of officers.</p> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Talavera</span> had no midshipmen. I explained +this little accident of my clerk’s eyes to Captain +Chetham, and with the consent of the kind chief, my +friend Jacko was transferred to the <span class='ships'>Talavera</span> with the +superior rank of midshipman. From that position +he raised himself to the highest rank. We were +friends until his untimely end, and he has left two +sons in the service who do credit to a parent, and +a pretty, now married, daughter.</p> + +<p>After joining flag, we had a week’s quiet in Vourla +Bay, which gave me an opportunity of improving my +acquaintance with the Captains of the fleet, to say +nothing of shooting. Plenty of hares and woodcock +were to be found.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 29.</div> + +<p>Sailed from Vourla Bay, charged with despatches.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 8.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Malta Harbour. We were not long +there, being sent with stores and provisions for the +<span class='ships'>Favourite</span>. After men’s dinner slipped from buoy, +and the following afternoon came to in Tripoli Roads. +In addition to <span class='ships'>Favourite</span>, found French, Turkish, +and Neapolitan ships of war. At sunset I had to +follow the motions of my senior officer, and struck +lower yards and topmasts.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 8.</div> + +<p>Next morning found civil affairs on shore not +quite right. The late Pasha “Youssuf” Corromanli,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[172]</span> +who had obtained possession of the Government by +murdering his elder brother, and now, to save his +own head, abdicated in favour of his son Ali, as great +a scoundrel as himself, the rightful and legitimate heir +being a son of an older brother of Ali’s (since dead).</p> + +<p>The majority of the people had chosen a fine +fellow—one Emhammud—to be their Sovereign. +While Ali held possession of the town, Emhammud +had the country round, and the forts that flanked the +roads.</p> + +<p>Each party declared the other in a state of +blockade, and expended much powder. Emhammud +liked the English; Ali preferred the French. I +visited both pretenders. The English Consul, +Colonel Warrington, had two houses, one in the +country. The town-house had had a shell burst +inside it, and the roof was afterwards made bomb-proof.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 10.</div> + +<p>Having been informed by my friend Mundy that +his gig, with flag flying, which had preceded me, was +sufficient protection from both sides, I landed in my +gig at a rickety pier to visit the Consul, when a round +shot from the outside party cut the body of an honest +trader in two. He was landing some innocent bit of +cargo within five yards of where I stood. The +victim was one of Ali’s party, and his death caused +much howling and lamentation from the top of the +minarets.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 12.</div> + +<p>Saluted Colonel Warrington on his visiting the +ship. Of my friend Mundy, as a whip, I did not +think much; but when clear of the town the desert +sands were level, and the date-fruit ripe. I took +one of my smallest mids, Comber, with us to fill, or +rather occupy, the back seat. On returning to the +town, Mundy not allowing room enough, the off<span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[173]</span> +wheel caught the corner of a wall, bringing the whole +affair to grief. My middy, being light, cleared the +opposite walk, and was landed in a seraglio garden +while the ladies were taking their evening exercise.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 13.</div> + +<p>Warrington had a wife and daughter, and was +much respected; Comber was released without +coming to further grief.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 14.</div> + +<p>Having received verbal orders to return immediately, +I had a boat anchored on the only outer rock +that could interfere with <span class='ships'>Childers</span>, although aware of +the kind hospitality of our Consul, who had a small +brass band to add to the hilarity of the evening. +Safe of a land breeze, I sloped off in the middle watch +without being seen. The senior officer, next morning, +found no vessel to “follow motions.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 17.</div> + +<p>Light winds. It took us two days to reach +Malta.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 20.</div> + +<p>Slipped and made sail from buoy to rejoin fleet. +Deck loaded with stores for the different messes.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 25.</div> + +<p>Weighed at daylight from Cape Colonna and +made sail with topgallant masts on deck. Hugged +the land. Passed between English Island and the +main, and got through the Douro passage without a +tack. The islands and Negro Point covered with +snow to the water’s edge.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 27.</div> + +<p>Came to in Vourla Bay.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[174]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Childers</span></span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1835. +Jan. 5.</div> + +<p>On January 5 we were ordered to precede the fleet +with despatches for Malta. Weather looking dirty, +took two reefs in the topsails; topgallant sails over. +Before getting clear of Vourla Bay, we had to weather +Cape Karabonu. Breeze freshening and sea getting +up; wet fore and aft. However, we were battened +down as tight as a bottle.</p> + +<p>About noon an extra heavy squall struck the brig, +throwing her on her beam ends; main yard under +water. The First Lieutenant, Goldsmith, standing +on the hammock-netting, holding on to the topmast +backstay, was thrown off his legs. He sang out: +“Put the helm up!”</p> + +<p>I, sticking to the weather-quarter like a limpet, +called out, I am afraid: “The helm be d——d! I +see the keel.”</p> + +<p>For a few seconds, which appeared like minutes, +the brig lay like a log. The squall over, the tight +little craft righted, but with loss of half-ports, +hammock-netting and rails, port watch of hammocks, +harness-cask, and everything movable from under the +forecastle. The wind had shifted to a fair point, and +in a few minutes we were running free, under all sail.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 12.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Malta on 12th. Secured to a buoy in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[175]</span> +the Quarantine Harbour, with nineteen days to ride +out; time to refit. Shortly afterwards the fleet, +with Commander-in-Chief, arrived in the Grand +Harbour.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 28.</div> + +<p>On the morning of the 28th, having reported +“brig ready,” quarantine expired. Signal was made +for “boats to tow,” which always caused an amount +of emulation from the vast number of ships. Not +only were two tow-ropes passed along, but the leading +boats were partly up the Grand before the +<span class='ships'>Childers</span> was clear of the Quarantine Harbour.</p> + +<p>“Helm be d——d! I see the keel,” was my +greeting from the old Captains.</p> + +<p>On securing to a buoy, we were not a little proud +of our brig. I knew that all idle glasses were fixed +on her. Such ships as were ready had sails loosed to +air or dry. Of course, it was important that <span class='ships'>Childers</span> +should “follow motions.”</p> + +<p>On the sails being let fall, two great rats dropped +out of the bunt of our mainsail, showing a hole you +might push your fist through. One rat dropped +into the chains, the other overboard. But, as Jack +remarked, “they had not got pratique,” and were +knocked on the head. However, that did not save +me from the chaff of my brother small craft for +having reported “<span class='ships'>Childers</span> ready.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 3.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Tribune</span>, 24, arrived from Smyrna with despatches +from our Ambassador at Constantinople, requiring +the presence of the fleet again to the eastward.</p> + +<p>Signal made, “Prepare for sea.” Many of the +ships were dismantled; some had even their tanks +on shore. Every ship was, however, ready within +forty-eight hours. Owing to northerly winds, they +were detained until the afternoon of the 8th, when +the <span class='ships'>Medea</span> and <span class='ships'>Confiance</span> steamers towed them out.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[176]</span></p> + +<p>At 8 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> the fleet made sail, forming in two lines; +small craft on flag’s weather beam.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 11.</div> + +<p>Ran through Cerigo passage; sailed between Zea +and Therima; through the Douro passage on 12th, +and outside Ipsera.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 13.</div> + +<p>Made sail per signal to proceed to Smyrna. Wind +headed after rounding Cape Karabonu.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 14.</div> + +<p>Hove to off Smyrna. Saluted French Commodore, +communicated with Consul, filled and made sail. +Observed fleet at anchor in Vourla Bay; signal made, +“Keep under way”; communicated with Admiral, +and returned to Smyrna with despatches.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 15.</div> + +<p>Rejoined flag. High land covered with snow.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 20.</div> + +<p>4 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Rounded Cape Karabonu, ran through +Scio passage, and shaped course for Anti-Milo.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 25.</div> + +<p>Running along shore, observed a United States +man-of-war coming out of Navarino Harbour.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 8.</div> + +<p>Ran into Milo Harbour, in order that the pilot +(Mitchelle) might see his wife. Met the “Behind” +cutter coming out. Ran between Serpho and +Siphanto.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 10.</div> + +<p>I need not bother my kind readers with the +number of times <span class='ships'>Childers</span> had to pass through this +beautiful Archipelago; no yachtsman could have +enjoyed himself more.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Malta, +Mar. 17.</div> + +<p>Worked up the Quarantine Harbour; found +<span class='ships'>Favourite</span> and <span class='ships'>Columbine</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 22.</div> + +<p>Slipped from the buoy, made sail, having been +ordered to Dardanelles with despatches for our +Ambassador at Constantinople.</p> + +<p>As I had to go to Malta before rejoining the +fleet, Captain Percy, of the <span class='ships'>Canopus</span>, had asked me to +bring back his kinsman, young Drummond, to whom +Ingestre had given a passage in the <span class='ships'>Tyne</span>. I mention +his name here, for Drummond, a promising young<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[177]</span> +Guardsman, was the cause of doing away with the +mastheading of midshipmen—a good old custom, +which had been in existence long before I was born.</p> + +<p>The case was this. One day at sea, Ingestre sent +a mid to the gunroom to say he wished to speak +to Drummond, who was playing backgammon, and +delayed obeying the summons until he finished his +game. When he appeared, Ingestre told him that +on board a man-of-war orders must be obeyed, and, +in joke, said he would next time send him to the +masthead. On which Drummond replied he would +see the Captain blowed first! Ingestre hailed the +main-top, and ordered a hauling-line to be sent +down.</p> + +<p>Henry Murray, one of the Lieutenants, seeing his +Captain had been put out, advised Drummond to +mount just a few steps of the rigging, and he would +accompany him. Which advice being followed, the +matter ought to have ended.</p> + +<p>The story was talked about in Malta as an +amusing joke, but in London was viewed differently. +The incident was referred to in Parliament. Lord +Brougham put the question to Lord Auckland, as to +an “outrage” alleged to have been committed by a +Captain in the Navy, in respect to a gentleman who +was a passenger on board his ship on the Mediterranean +station.</p> + +<p>Lord Auckland said the whole thing rested on +vague rumour; if brought before him, he should +consider it his duty to act on the advice of those he +should feel it necessary to consult. Lord Colville +hoped their lordships would draw no such inferences +from newspaper reports. The Lords Melville, +Beresford, Salisbury, and other peers spoke. Subsequently +an order was issued from the Admiralty<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[178]</span> +prohibiting mastheading as a punishment, which the +class of officer to whom only it could apply greatly +regretted. I always found a seat on the fore topmast +cross-tree, with a book, far preferable to walking +the lee side of the quarter-deck, with the main +try-sail set.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 29.</div> + +<p>At daylight observed a fleet to leeward, consisting +of a ship of the line, and twenty-three others of +different sizes. As they did not seem inclined to +show colours, stood into the centre of them, when +they hoisted the Turkish flag, on which I fired a +royal salute. They were bound to Tripoli with +troops to quell the insurrection.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 30.</div> + +<p>Came to in Basaika Bay.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 1.</div> + +<p>Rode with attendants and despatches to the +Consul of the Dardanelles, Mr. C. A. Lander. +Finding the plague raging, returned same day, a +forty-four miles’ ride. Weather intensely hot.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 4.</div> + +<p>Weighed, and came to abreast the ruins of Alexandria—Troy—having +left the pinnace to await the +<span class='ships'>Courier</span> from Constantinople. Visiting Basaika Bay +afforded endless amusement in picnics and searching +for antiquities. From the ruins of the marble +palaces of Troy the Turks made the huge round +shot for their Dardanelles guns. Our youngsters +made collections of ancient Greek coins: good +imitations imported from Birmingham.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 8.</div> + +<p>Despatches having arrived, sailed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 12.</div> + +<p>Between Zea and Long Island communicated with +<span class='ships'>Portland</span>, 52, Captain David Price, the same good +fellow who ended his promising career off Petropaulooski, +in the North Pacific Ocean.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 15.</div> + +<p>Joined the fleet off Cape St. Angelo. Received +orders to proceed to the Piræus for pratique.</p> + +<p>1 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Came to close to the beach in Epidamas<span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[179]</span> +Bay in 6 fathoms. Brig swinging by attaching a +hawser to a tree on shore, into 3 fathoms. Smooth +water, and good watering-place in rainy weather. +In dry weather the water is turned off for the purpose +of irrigation.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 21.</div> + +<p>Came to in the Bay of Salamis. Found, in addition +to our own fleet, four French and two Russian men-of-war.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 28.</div> + +<p>Fleet visited by King Otho of Greece. Manned +yards and fired royal salute.</p> + +<p>1 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Fired a royal salute in honour of the +birthday of King William IV.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 1.</div> + +<p>It being King Otho’s birthday, dressed ship and +fired royal salute. His Majesty was this day proclaimed +at Athens; an interesting ceremony, the +Admiral, Captains, and Commanders attending. We +afterwards dined with His Majesty.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 6.</div> + +<p>1.30 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Weighed in company with the fleet +on a cruise. Rendezvous off Pigeon Island, south +of Paros.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 10.</div> + +<p>An enjoyable excursion with the fleet to Anti-Paros, +famous for its immense caves and beautiful +stalactites. Best seen from an inner cave of considerable +height. Admiral, all the Captains, and many +officers assembled. The blue-jackets managed to fix +a rope ladder to the upper cave; how they managed +it I did not see, but up the ladder the Commander-in-Chief +and Captains ascended, according to seniority. +Most of their commissions dated prior to my birth. +Had the ladder given way, the chances were that I +should have had to command the fleet. However, +the sight was splendid.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 11.</div> + +<p>At daylight weighed in company with the fleet. +Worked between the islands; came to in 8½ fathoms +in Strongiolo Bay.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[180]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 15.</div> + +<p>Syra; saluted Consul on his coming on board. +Weighed, and took him and his family out to the +fleet. Hove to while they visited the Admiral. +Received orders to proceed to Zante to meet the +mail.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 22.</div> + +<p>Arrived <span class='ships'>Orestes</span> with Lord High Commissioner +(Sir Howard Douglas) on board. Fired salute of +19 guns.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 23.</div> + +<p>The High Commissioner did me the honour to +visit the brig; saluted him. Arrived <span class='ships'>Confiance</span> with +the mails.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 24.</div> + +<p>5 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Sailed to rejoin the fleet. Rejoined the +flag at sunset off Cape Matapan; fresh breeze. +Ordered round the fleet to deliver letters.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July.</div> + +<p>Hove to and communicated with <span class='ships'>Columbine</span>. +Parted company to rejoin the fleet in Kalamanta +Bay.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 8.</div> + +<p>Weighed in company with the fleet, steering in +the direction of Malta. During the passage we had +repeated trials with <span class='ships'>Vernon</span>, Captain John McKerlie, +<span class='ships'>Portland</span>, <span class='ships'>Endymion</span>, Captain Sir Samuel Roberts, +and “Behind” cutter.</p> + +<p>In light breezes we had the advantage, in strong +the <span class='ships'>Vernon</span> by far the best. <span class='ships'>Endymion</span> always bad, +and <span class='ships'>Portland</span> worse.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 17.</div> + +<p>Ran into Malta and made fast to a buoy, rejoining +fleet off Cerigo.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 28.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Volage</span> and self to windward of the flagship; at +daylight, while washing decks, ropes coiled up; hove +to to keep station. <span class='ships'>Volage</span> up in the wind, got +sternway, and cut our flying jib-boom off at the +cap.</p> + +<p>At 9 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> <span class='ships'>Thunderer</span> asked permission to communicate +with <span class='ships'>Childers</span>. Permission being granted, +<span class='ships'>Thunderer</span> signalled, “Dimensions of spar.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[181]</span></p> + +<p>At 4 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> she signalled to <span class='ships'>Childers</span>, “Spar completed.” +Permission given to pick up spar, which I +observed towing astern of <span class='ships'>Thunderer</span> by deep-sea line. +It was in its proper place and sails set by the time we +recovered station.</p> + +<p>Rode out twelve days’ quarantine, fleet taking +guardians and cruising outside.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 30.</div> + +<p>Joined the fleet at daylight, they having stood to +the eastward in company with the United States +squadron, consisting of the <span class='ships'>Delaware</span>, <span class='ships'>Potomac</span>, <span class='ships'>Constellation</span>, +and <span class='ships'>Shark</span>. Our fleet beat them sailing.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 31.</div> + +<p>In the afternoon, having been invited by signal to +dine with the Admiral, stood out on the starboard +tack, intending to pass under the stern of flagship, +she with the fleet being hove to, Admiral leading +in-shore line.</p> + +<p>Just when my newly-painted <span class='ships'>Childers</span> was halfway +off, signal was made, “Air bedding.” Not +liking to cover my ship with the dust of some 800 +hammocks, turned to Coaker and said, “I shall pass +ahead of the flag.”</p> + +<p>Jonas looked doubtful.</p> + +<p>Had all but succeeded, when, standing on the +weather hammock-netting, I observed the pressure +of <span class='ships'>Caledonia’s</span> flying jib-boom scraping across the +belly of our main topsail. When within two cloths +of the lee-leach, the canvas gave way, but the leach +rope would not. By this time the flagship had stern +way, but too late; jib and flying jib-boom were +snapped off close to the cap, and dropped into the +water. Conceive the position of the junior Commander +of the fleet!</p> + +<p>I stood on, tacked and wore, shifted the topsail, and +hove to under the lee quarter of the Admiral: went +on board. The little performance in shifting the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[182]</span> +main topsail within five minutes of the accident gained +the admiration of the old Captains. Instead of abuse, +I was congratulated by all, with the exception of the +Flag Captain, Brown. I could hardly realise all the +kind feelings until I had reported myself to the +Admiral, who kindly remarked, “Commander Keppel, +there is nothing like experience for a young officer. +You will not again attempt to pass ahead of a line-of-battle +ship hove to. When her main topsail is +pressing against the mast, she has generally some +headway on her. Come in to dinner.”</p> + +<p>My spirits were restored by a glass of wine. The +Captains continued their congratulations, but Brown +never forgave me!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 14.</div> + +<p>Came to off the Castle Corfu. Secured our +cable on shore at the arsenal.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 17.</div> + +<p>Lord High Commissioner gave a grand ball to +the navy. Ordered to meet the mail at Zante afterwards. +At no other place did our mids enjoy +themselves more. One Jacky Day, with more money +than other youngsters, sported a drag, which he +drove down the steep hills, over loose stones and +sharp turnings, without coming to grief.</p> + +<p>Following the troop of boys, saw my youngest +pet mid, Edward Rice, roll over and over with his +pony. Thought he must have been killed, but he +was none the worse.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 21.</div> + +<p>On reaching Zante found the mail from England. +Proceeded with it to rejoin the fleet. Late in the +afternoon, breeze freshening, observed a small pleasure-boat +plunging under reefed sail. On closing, near +dinner-time, persuaded her occupants to come on +board, promising to tow their boat.</p> + +<p>They proved to be Colonel Brown and Captain +Lawrence, of the Rifle Brigade, who had come across<span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">[183]</span> +from Cephalonia, likewise to get their letters. Landed +them next morning at their port.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 22.</div> + +<p>On my rejoining the fleet with the mail, found +the Commander-in-Chief had received orders to send +<span class='ships'>Malabar</span>, <span class='ships'>Endymion</span>, <span class='ships'>Tribune</span>, and <span class='ships'>Childers</span> to the +coast of Spain.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 23.</div> + +<p>After dining with the Admiral and Captains, took +leave with regret of my kind and indulgent friends.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[184]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class='smcap'>The Carlist Question</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1835. +Aug. 30.</div> + +<p>Ran into Quarantine Harbour, Malta; completed +stores, provisions, etc.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 1.</div> + +<p>Left Malta, and on the 12th came up with +<span class='ships'>Malabar</span> and <span class='ships'>Endymion</span>, standing out of the straits.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 14.</div> + +<p>Joined company; with them came to in Cadiz +Harbour. Found <span class='ships'>Harlequin</span>, Lord Vernon’s beautiful +yacht, built by Symonds.</p> + +<p>The wife of our senior officer, Sir William +Montague, had a house in Cadiz, where parties were +given by this charming lady. She also got up +picnics, and other amusements.</p> + +<p>We visited Xeres, from whence our “sherry,” +and saw barefooted natives, cigarette in mouth, +treading out the juice of the grape. My interest +was cut short by <span class='ships'>Childers</span> being ordered to Lisbon, +under command of Sir William Gage. Before, +however, reaching that distinguished officer I met +<span class='ships'>Endymion</span>, and was ordered back to the Mediterranean.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 11.</div> + +<p>Came to inside the Mole at Gibraltar. From the +Captain of the <span class='ships'>Tribune</span> received orders to visit +Consuls and obtain information at the ports along +the south coast of Spain.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 14.</div> + +<p>Stood over to Algeciras for a clean bill of health,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[185]</span> +otherwise we should have been subject to seven days’ +quarantine, although Malaga is in daily communication +by land. The health officer, to show his knowledge +of the English language, had our bill of health +made for “Los Niños, Bergantine Inglese,” which +answered our purpose as well.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 16.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Malaga. A few words are necessary +to explain the political situation.</p> + +<p>The late King, Ferdinand VII., died in 1833, +having married in 1829 Doña Christina of Naples. +A Princess, Isabella, was born in 1830, when +Ferdinand, by “pragmatic sanction,” abolished the +Salic Law in Spain, and appointed the Infanta Isabella +heir to the throne. This act was disputed by his +brothers, Dons Carlos and Francisco.</p> + +<p>On the death of Ferdinand, 1833, the small +Isabella was proclaimed Queen, her mother Christina +being appointed Queen-Regent. Don Carlos at +once asserted his right to maintain the Salic Law, and +was supported by some of the old nobility. The +peasantry were led by the clergy, who followed Don +Carlos.</p> + +<p>Lord Palmerston was Prime Minister, and carried +the quadruple alliance with him. His orders to the +Admiral in the Mediterranean were explicit and to +the point. Subjects of Queen Isabella requiring help +could claim it from the English ships. This was +denied to the followers of Don Carlos, who was +carrying on war against the Christina party with +some success in the northern provinces.</p> + +<p>In the south, the so-called “Patriots” were +endeavouring to revert to the Constitution of 1812, +when the Salic Law had first been established, and +by provisional Juntas superseded Doña Isabella’s +authority.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">[186]</span></p> + +<p>The Government at Madrid was now in the +hands of Queen Christina’s party.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Malaga.</div> + +<p>The Governor of Malaga, as well as in other +large towns, had been appointed by the Carlist Party. +Until of late the Constitution of 1812 had been +popular. In August last, the same day on which the +insurrection at Barcelona broke out, a Junta was +formed here. There were not more than seventy +of the regular troops, who were quartered in a +convent.</p> + +<p>The National Guard, 15,000 strong, were well +equipped, and supplied with arms and ammunition +from the Government stores. The batteries mounted +27 guns, of which 15 were serviceable.</p> + +<p>There were no Spanish vessels of war at Malaga; +only an armed revenue squadron, consisting of two +schooners of 12 guns each, with crews of sixty and +seventy men, three lateen-rigged boats, 1 gun and two +carronades, from thirty to fifty men, and other small +craft which were occasionally troublesome to our +Gibraltar smugglers.</p> + +<p>With plenty to occupy our attention, and a kind +Consul, who had a wife and four charming daughters, +we were loth to leave.</p> + +<p>The Junta was not of long duration. They had +expressed their intention to disarm a portion of the +urban militia, in order to equip a regiment formed of +convicts. The urbans encamped themselves outside +the town, and declared the Junta dissolved.</p> + +<p>The peasantry entered the town this morning, +demanded three prisoners, who they declared to be +Carlists, took and shot them without opposition. +The victims were, I believe, chiefs of banditti, but +they had been pardoned from Madrid.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 20.</div> + +<p>Anchored off Almeira. A Junta had been established<span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">[187]</span> +here. The Governor and Commandant of the +forces, and other heads of departments, had wisely +made themselves scarce on the first news of the +revolution. No blood had been shed. We went on, +and arrived at Alicante on the 22nd.</p> + +<p>There is a large English population here of well-to-do +merchants, with a zealous, active Consul, Mr. +Waring, whom we saluted. The prevailing feeling +appeared to be more Carlist; the “vivas” for the +Queen at the theatre were faint.</p> + +<p>The ex-Carlist Captain-General, Valentine Ferraz, +is the guest of the Governor, Don Diego. The +gates of the town are closed at sunset.</p> + +<p>The theatre is a small, neat building; between the +acts revolutionary songs were sung, which gave one +an opportunity of observing the political feeling of +the natives.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 27.</div> + +<p>Watered at Althea, close to the shore.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 30.</div> + +<p>Came to off Valencia. <span class='ships'>Tyne</span> arriving same time.</p> + +<p>While on the coast of Spain I was frequently in +company with the <span class='ships'>Tyne</span>, consequently under the orders +of Lord Ingestre, and enjoyed the society of Lady +Sarah and her young family.</p> + +<p>The children had been in the habit of romping +with their uncle, Lord James Beresford, and transferred +to me the name of “Jimmie,” by which the +late Lord Shrewsbury called me to the end of his life. +Lady Sarah was second to none I had ever seen. +(Only lately I sat between her grand- and great-grand-daughters +at dinner, both ladies inheriting the +beauty of their ancestress.)</p> + +<p>In the neighbourhood of the town are marshes, +with wild-fowl, where Ingestre and I had some good +sport. Having been placed by the native keepers in +a commodious punt, hidden by rushes,—in the stern of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">[188]</span> +which sat Lady Sarah, with a good luncheon,—a fleet +of sham ducks moored within our reach, our sporting +guides disappeared. Shortly afterwards clouds of +wild-fowl were on the wing, surveying the position of +our retreat, with the quiet traitor ducks apparently +at feed. Presently, down they dropped with a grand +splash. Both our double-barrelled muzzle-loading +guns, with copper cap-locks, were emptied three +times before the fun was over. We bagged ten and +a half couple.</p> + +<p>It appears that, by some preconcerted means, +August 5, the date on which disturbances broke out +at Barcelona, was the same at Malaga, Alicante, and +elsewhere. Groups of men assembled in the streets, +declaring war against the Carlists, in consequence of +excessive cruelties said to have been committed by +them on the adherents of the Queen. The Captain-General, +Ferraz, accompanied by a strong escort, +endeavoured to quell this disturbance, but was unsuccessful, +inasmuch as his troops refused to act against +the people. He was accordingly deposed, and +General the Comte Almadova appointed by the mob +in his stead. Almadova, in obedience to the populace, +had seven of the principal Carlists, then under the +safeguard of the law, put to death, and the remainder +transported to the Philippine Islands.</p> + +<p>General Cabrera had put to death sixty partisans +at Rubielo. This disaster arose from the circumstance +of General Nogueras, who commanded the +Queen’s troops, having ordered the Governor of +Tortosa to seize Doña Cabrera, a lady seventy years +of age, and put her to death, in retaliation for the +deeds of her son. The Governor refused to obey so +inhuman a command, upon which Nogueras appealed +to Mina, Captain-General of Catalonia, who directed<span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">[189]</span> +that the order should be carried out, and Doña +Cabrera was shot in the public square of Tortosa. +Mina was remonstrated with from Madrid, and +Nogueras deprived of his command.</p> + +<p>Cabrera, smarting at the murder of his mother, +raised a following, and thus added another insurgent +force to those already harassing the Government.</p> + +<p>In the meantime Almadova’s influence waned. +The people assembled round his palace, threatening +his life. He went into hiding. Two days later a +counter-revolution brought him back to favour. +His first act was to arrest his enemies and transport +them to the Philippines.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 1.</div> + +<p>Sailed in company with <span class='ships'>Tyne</span> for Tarragona, +arriving there on the 6th. Found <span class='ships'>Tribune</span>, from +whom I got orders to return to Gibraltar to meet the +mail. Like the latter places we had visited, things +were quiet. The Junta had been dissolved, and the +Queen’s Government become popular. Here the +news of the outbreak at Barcelona had caused disturbances. +A battalion of the National Guard +marched from the town of Reuss to assist those at +Tarragona, and was received with acclamations. +The braves of Tarragona sacrificed to their fury the +Lieutenant-Governor and the Town Major, who +were thought to be Carlists; General Conti, Governor +of Tarragona, absconded the day before the news of +the Revolution was generally known.</p> + +<p>Brigadier Lescanca, who had been appointed by +the people to this chief command, endeavoured to +save the lives of the Lieutenant-Governor and Town +Major. During the night, when the people were +exasperated, it was thought possible to save them by +conveying them to one of the vessels in the harbour. +However, before they got to the boat they were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">[190]</span> +observed, and murdered on the pier. The Governor +was stoned to death, and his fellow-victim shot. +A Junta, similar to the others, was formed, and +tranquillity restored.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 16.</div> + +<p>We sailed. <span class='ships'>Clio</span>, in co., 16, with my old Lieutenant, +F. Scott, on board; we meet her again! +Anchored at Gibraltar in time to catch the up and +down mails. The Gibraltar merchants had prosperous +times, as, since this Revolution, the men employed +on the coastguard had been sent to join the army in +the north. At the present time their storehouses are +empty.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 17.</div> + +<p>After supplying the Calpe Hunt with the bread-dust +I had collected, we sailed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 18.</div> + +<p>Came to inside the mole at Malaga. The Juntas +had been dissolved; the Queen’s Government apparently +popular. An active subscription was going on +to support the Queen’s army employed in the North. +I met a man going about the street with “true and +correct lists” for sale, in Spanish, of those who have +not subscribed.</p> + +<p>My <span class='ships'>Childers</span> touched a shoal off the end of the +mole. We were not inconvenienced more than a few +minutes, owing to the prompt assistance from the +American corvette <span class='ships'>John Adams</span>. At 9 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> saluted +the Spanish flag with 21 guns, not having done so +on my first visit, owing to there being no Government, +except that appointed by the Junta in opposition +to that of the Queen.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 19.</div> + +<p>Being the birthday of the Queen of Spain, remained +just long enough to fire a royal salute, with yards +manned.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 21.</div> + +<p>Sailed in commencement of a Levanti.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 24.</div> + +<p>Visited Alicante; everything quiet. Subscriptions +were being raised in support of the Queen’s army.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">[191]</span> +In the North 3,000,000 reals had been subscribed, +about £30,000.</p> + +<p>A great many men were daily arriving from +the country, being part of the 100,000 required. +Valencia had to supply 10,000. Any person could +be exempted on paying 200 dollars, or 100 dollars +and a horse.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 29.</div> + +<p>Moored inside the mole at Barcelona. An +important person at Barcelona was Mr. James +Annesley, lately attached to the German Embassy, and +with the prospect of a peerage; he married Clementina, +the handsome daughter of Baron von Brockhausen, +and had a promising young family. They lived in a +large house on a grand promenade called the Rambla. +He was a good man of business, and entertained +liberally. I frequently afterwards met the boys, +grown into men.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 1.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Clio</span> arrived.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 20.</div> + +<p>After partial refit and preparing to paint, the +carpenter, much to my horror, discovered a spring in +our foremast. Lost no time stripping ship, and +through our active Consul obtained permission to +place the brig under the dockyard sheers; got mast +out preparatory to repairing damages.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 26.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Rodney</span>, 92, arrived, Captain Hyde Parker, +one of the smartest and best officers in the service.</p> + +<p>Although I could not report <span class='ships'>Childers</span> ready, it +was a satisfaction to feel I was under a good and +permanent Chief, however strict.</p> + +<p>Through the Captain of <span class='ships'>Tribune</span> stating the length +of time <span class='ships'>Childers</span> had been inside the mole, I had but a +cool reception from my Chief, and was directed to report +myself again, when ready for sea. The fact was that, +although the hoops had been driven on hot over the +scarfing, the sharp frosts at night caused them to burst.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">[192]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The Carlist War</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1836. +Jan. 4.</div> + +<p>By help of dockyard sheers got our foremast in, +and by 4 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> reported ready for sea, but was disappointed +in parading before the <span class='ships'>Rodney</span>, by a +despatch from the Consul to Captain Hyde Parker, +stating that the port could not safely be left without +the protection of a man-of-war.</p> + +<p>Leaving <span class='ships'>Childers</span> in charge of the First Lieutenant, +went with Skipwith to the Consulate. The populace +were in a state of excitement. It appears that a fortnight +ago, thirty-three Christinas, some of whom were +citizens of Barcelona, were executed by Carlists in a +neighbouring hermitage.</p> + +<p>A few days later, reports reached of two companies +of Christina Chasseurs having been surprised and put +to death. In consequence, a crowd had assembled in +the square opposite the palace, and demanded vengeance. +The Government, with 1800 Nacionales +outside, deliberated. The people acted. Dark had +set in.</p> + +<p>Taking ladders and torches, the people went to +the citadel, and scaled the walls without opposition +from the garrison.</p> + +<p>About eighty Carlist prisoners were put to death, +among them Colonel O’Donnell and a priest, who,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">[193]</span> +after their heads had been cut off, were dragged by +the heels a roundabout way through streets towards +the opposite end of the great public Rambla. The +Consul could not leave his office. Skipwith and I +went to meet them. Being in uniform, we were not +likely to be molested.</p> + +<p>We found the headless bodies on an open space, +between the cathedral and the theatre, where a performance +took place by torchlight.</p> + +<p>A cloaked Spaniard stepped from the crowd, and +demanded:</p> + +<p>“Cuyo cadaver es aguel?”</p> + +<p>The reply came from one of the assassins:</p> + +<p>“Aguel es el cadaver de O’Donnell, el traidor.”</p> + +<p>The first speaker drew a dagger from his cloak, +and plunged it into the body, on drawing it out +touched the blade with his lips. The performance +was repeated on the priest. Then followed some +of the softer sex, chiefly well dressed, and men +alternately.</p> + +<p>In the Ataxarnes Fort were confined peasants, +who had been seized because some Carlist troops had +passed through their village.</p> + +<p>It was now past midnight; the Spanish General +still held council at the palace, which was surrounded +by a large body of the National Guard. At the +palace we were allowed to ascend to the council +chamber.</p> + +<p>Doubting the power of the General to prevent +the mob repeating their butcheries at the Ataxarnes +Fort, I sent Skipwith off to the <span class='ships'>Rodney</span> to inform +Captain Parker what I proposed doing, which was, +to offer the services of the <span class='ships'>Childers</span> to protect life, by +taking joint possession, with the Spanish troops, of +the Ataxarnes Fort, which could be done on the sea-front<span class="pagenum" id="Page_194">[194]</span> +by scaling-ladders from the brig, and so, with +the Spanish garrison and English marines, hold the +fort until the force from the <span class='ships'>Rodney</span>, some 800 men, +could join.</p> + +<p>It was evident my proposition caused a division +in the court.</p> + +<p>At daybreak, before we had time to act, the +Spanish flag and the Union Jack were flying together +on the Ataxarnes Fort.</p> + +<p>The doctor who was in attendance on the prima +donna of the opera in her confinement, considered +her life saved when he informed her of the fact.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 14. +Mar. 14.</div> + +<p>After two months’ work on the coast, arrived at +Gibraltar. It was now the middle of the hunting +season. The Calpe hounds were as perfect as pains +and money could make them. Fresh blood was +imported as opportunity offered. The prickly-pear +nearly the only obstacle that could check a run.</p> + +<p>On occasions when bull-fights took place at +Algeciras, notice was sent to the regimental messes +that <span class='ships'>Childers</span> would be ready to convey officers +across. There was no steamer, but my little brig +never failed to land friends in time.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 23.</div> + +<p>Left Gibraltar and rejoined my worthy chief at +Port Mahon. The <span class='ships'>Rodney</span> refitting in the most +commodious of ports, lying alongside the dockyard +without the inconvenience of a rise and fall of tide.</p> + +<p>The town had an English appearance; many of +the signs of public-houses were called after ships +that had been at Trafalgar. There was one named +“Anchor, Hardy, Anchor.”</p> + +<p>I had much fun exploring with my Chief many +disused places. The hospital was one, which he +carefully inspected, but on returning to the open air +we found ourselves covered with fleas!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_195">[195]</span></p> + +<p>Although suffering, I cried with laughter at the +agony of my Chief, the cleanest of small men. He +roared like a young bull. On turning up the skirts +of his frock-coat, at the waist there was a regular +girdle of fleas.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 7.</div> + +<p>We next visited Palma Bay. It has a fine town, +clean and spacious. It was in want of money. +Spaniards had taken refuge in this spot to avoid +the heavy contributions levied by most of the military +Governors on all persons residing in the provinces, +over which they ruled with martial law.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 13.</div> + +<p>The Marquis de Montenegro is now the Captain-General, +a fine specimen of the real Spanish grandee, +a native of the island. He invited Captain Parker +and the officers of the <span class='ships'>Rodney</span> and <span class='ships'>Childers</span>, and +entertained us hospitably at a charming country-house +which contained, among many old pictures, an +original by Raphael. He had also, in his country-house, +statues collected by his brother, who was a +Cardinal in Rome.</p> + +<p>The Marquis de Colonna is also a resident, the +war having obliged him to quit valuable property in +Valencia. He, too, was attentive to the English.</p> + +<p>There are also many Spaniards under surveillance +who had been banished on suspicion of not being +faithful supporters of the existing Government. +Among others was Don Calderon, of whom I had +heard much. At the age of ninety he was sent from +Barcelona, where he was about the oldest resident, +surrounded by his family. An old sailor, he had +declined his flag rank in order that he might remain +quiet and unnoticed. What a sad thing is civil +war!</p> + +<p>In riding excursions we sometimes pulled up at +roadside <i lang='es'>posadas</i>. Eggs short, I have frequently<span class="pagenum" id="Page_196">[196]</span> +seen the women in charge of the poultry pick up a +hen, and by a gentle squeeze cause it to drop an +egg.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 18.</div> + +<p>Accompanied <span class='ships'>Rodney</span> to Barcelona.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 2.</div> + +<p>I was awakened in the middle of the night by +Lord Ranelagh, who had been fighting with the +Carlists. He made his escape when our marines +captured the Carlist lines at Uremea.</p> + +<p>We had been friends for years, and I had now to +congratulate him on being my prisoner. I last left +him in the 7th Fusiliers, at Malta.</p> + +<p>After breakfast I went to Mina, whom I found +confined to his room; but Doña Mina, a charming +English lady, said he would see <em>me</em>. He was in bed.</p> + +<p>“I know what you are come about,” was his +greeting. “You have Lord Ranelagh on board; +take care of him. If he lands in Spain, I will have +him shot.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 3.</div> + +<p>At 4 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> weighed and made sail, calling at +Tarragona.</p> + +<p>In addition to Ranelagh, I had young O’Shee, son +of a Madrid banker, of whom, probably, the Carlists +had borrowed money. I landed them at Gibraltar, +out of range of Mina’s shot, on 10th instant, and +was sorry to part with two such cheery companions.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 5.</div> + +<p>Came to off Tarragona.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 12.</div> + +<p>Embarked 200 Christina soldiers. They lay +sleeping about the decks, embracing their muskets. +Landed them the following day off the mouth of the +Ebro.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 27.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Barcelona from Malaga; heard that +General Mina, who had been ill for some months, +died on Christmas Day.</p> + +<p>The funeral, with full military honours, took place +two days later, attended by all naval officers present<span class="pagenum" id="Page_197">[197]</span> +in Barcelona, <span class='ships'>Childers</span> firing minute-guns during the +ceremony.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Rodney</span> lying in the roadstead; <span class='ships'>Orestes</span> and +<span class='ships'>Harlequin</span> arrived in time to join in the ceremony, +and were secured inside the mole; while <span class='ships'>Childers</span> took +up her berth inside inner mole.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec.</div> + +<p>We could only use one side, but the saluting, +although we fired each once in nine minutes, made +the guns so hot that care was necessary.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_198">[198]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Childers</span> Brig</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1837. +Jan. 2.</div> + +<p>It was with great pleasure I learned from Captain +Parker that he had appointed my young friend, +George H. Seymour, midshipman, son of the much-respected +Admiral Sir George Seymour, K.C.B., as +“lent” to <span class='ships'>Childers</span>, but unfortunately, as it proved, +for a very short time.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 4.</div> + +<p>Sailed. Arrived at Carthagena, 16th—a huge +basin which might have held a dozen ships of the +line, surrounded by storehouses. Heavy brass rings +were secured deep in the masonry, and great guns +made posts to secure to. This was a grand old +naval arsenal, which had probably not been used +since Trafalgar.</p> + +<p>The pilot who brought us in, recommended our +not using any anchor heavier than our own kedge, +on account of the depth of mud which had accumulated +for many years. The dock-gates had long since +decayed, and were replaced by the mast of some line-of-battle +ship, one end hauled aside to admit us.</p> + +<p>We prepared for a thorough outfit, took possession +of two large storehouses, and made ourselves +comfortable. Wild-fowl and snipe were to be found +in remote parts of this unfrequented arsenal.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 16.</div> + +<p>One of my gig’s crew, by name Lathom, was a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_199">[199]</span> +born artist; by assistance of chalk and burnt stick +drew some interesting and spirited sea-pieces: always +entertaining likenesses of the <span class='ships'>Childers</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 27.</div> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Wolverine</span> was reported as anchored in the +harbour, out of sight of the entrance to the basin, +her Commander the Hon. Edward Howard. What +a chance for me! The first time since my commissioning +<span class='ships'>Childers</span> I had fallen in with a junior.</p> + +<p>The channel to the dockyard was formed by high +land on larboard side, and the shoaler water of the +harbour on the other. A projecting angle of the +land prevented your seeing the entrance to the basin +until round it; then a straight run in.</p> + +<p>I sent my coxswain to have the bar removed, and +then pulled out to the <span class='ships'>Wolverine</span>. I found my +young friend full of zeal. He had stores for our +Spanish Squadron off Tarragona; but as H.M.S. +<span class='ships'>Childers</span> required bread, and it might come on to +blow and get wet, I gave <span class='ships'>Wolverine</span> an order to +supply, and bring his ship into the basin. And as the +wind was fair, to weigh, make sail, and I would pilot +him in.</p> + +<p>We were in the forecastle together, and had +rounded the angle, having got into the straight, but +narrow channel, when I heard Howard call, “Hands +shorten sail!” In a moment I saw the mast had not +been removed, but I called out, “Keep all fast!” +and told Howard if <span class='ships'>Wolverine</span> could not jump, she +must go through it. As luck would have it, the +mast had begun to move, and a kedge anchor was +dropped in the mud of the basin. Where <em>I</em> was to +blame, was in not allowing for the natural dilatoriness +of our friends and allies, the Spaniards.</p> + +<p>Of course, so large a vessel as <span class='ships'>Childers</span> could not be +victualled in a day, and the Alhambra <em>had</em> to be seen.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">[200]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 9.</div> + +<p>Weighed, ran out of basin and harbour. Joined +<span class='ships'>Tyne</span> and <span class='ships'>Orestes</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 15.</div> + +<p>Came to off Barcelona. Found <span class='ships'>Rodney</span>. Inside +mole, <span class='ships'>Harlequin</span>, <span class='ships'>Nautilis</span>, and <span class='ships'>Wolverine</span>. To my +regret, Seymour was ordered to rejoin <span class='ships'>Rodney</span>.</p> + +<p>Worked into Malta Harbour, secured to buoy, +dockyard creek. Found <span class='ships'>Caledonia</span>, 120, <span class='ships'>Asia</span>, 84, +<span class='ships'>Vanguard</span>, 80, <span class='ships'>Bellerophon</span>, 80, <span class='ships'>Revenge</span>, 78, <span class='ships'>Barham</span>, +50, <span class='ships'>Tyne</span>, 28, <span class='ships'>Orestes</span>, and “Behind” cutter. +Refitted; got in a new foremast.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">March.</div> + +<p>On board <span class='ships'>Barham</span> was my old friend, Fred +Hutton, as First Lieutenant. He was early on +board <span class='ships'>Childers</span> to greet me, bringing with him a +fully-signed document to prove that he had not sung +“John’s ale was new” from the time I left the +<span class='ships'>Magicienne</span>, until paid off; by which I lost my fiver. +He entertained a party at dinner on shore, myself +included, that must have cost him four times the +amount.</p> + +<p>Remained in Malta till March 8, enjoying the +opera, races, dancing, and all the amusements of the +winter season.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 8 to +June 26.</div> + +<p>During this period we were continually on the +move, having made fifteen anchorings. It would be +weary to recall them individually.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 8.</div> + +<p>Secured inside the Mole, Gibraltar. Lowered +colours half-mast, news having arrived of the death +of our Sailor King, William IV.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 1.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Barcelona.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 3.</div> + +<p>Spanish authorities having received information +of the arrival of a Carlist force at Villa Nueva, they +requested me, through our Consul, to proceed there. +On arrival in the morning the enemy had disappeared.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 5.</div> + +<p>At daylight observed two line-of-battle ships to +leeward. Bore up; saluted flag of Admiral Sir<span class="pagenum" id="Page_201">[201]</span> +Robert Stopford, in <span class='ships'>Princess Royal</span>, <span class='ships'>Vanguard</span> in +company. Received orders to proceed to the West +Coast of Africa as soon as <span class='ships'>Childers</span> could be spared +from present duties. The same order was posted to +me from Malta by Sir Josias Rowley, homeward +bound, which reached me afterwards.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 9.</div> + +<p>At the request of Commander Baldwin Walker, +took <span class='ships'>Vanguard’s</span> boats in tow and ran into Port +Faugal. Enemy had disappeared.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 17.</div> + +<p>Secured to Gibraltar Mole. Found a French +Squadron; Prince de Joinville on board <span class='ships'>Hercules</span>. +Busy taking in stores and provisions.</p> + +<p>I was sorry at being obliged to leave the Mediterranean +without seeing more of my friend, George +Grey, who commanded the <span class='ships'>Scylla</span>, and ordered home +on promotion. He was one of the smartest and most +promising young officers in the service. He married +a charming lady who was not a sailor. George was +appointed in 1846 Superintendent of Gibraltar Dockyard, +where he remained for many years.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_202">[202]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVIII">CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap"><span class='ships'>Childers</span>: West Coast of Africa</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1837. +Aug. 24.</div> + +<p>Adieu to Mediterranean and civilisation! We were +ordered to Portendick, the northern limit of the +West African and Cape of Good Hope station.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 5.</div> + +<p>Called at Portendick.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 24.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Sierra Leone. Here we received our +proportion of Kroomen, the most useful and intelligent +of natives, who relieved our men of much sun work. +As they were discharged, on their ships leaving the +station, they were at liberty to volunteer for any +ships they fancied. We were not long in completing +our complement of twenty-four. The native names +of these Kroomen were so incomprehensible that on +their first joining a man-of-war the Captain had to +find names for the ship’s books. Thus, among those +left with me were “Doctor Inman,” “Sea-breeze,” +“No Grog,” “Prince of Wales,” “Bishop of London.” +It would be tedious to name them all. They were +good-tempered and willing fellows; thoroughly acquainted +with the coast.</p> + +<p>During the few days that it was necessary for me +to remain in this picturesque, but sickly harbour, the +<span class='ships'>Harpy</span>, 10, Hon. George Clements, arrived with a +returned prize crew from the West Indies. (His +sister had married my clergyman brother.) He had<span class="pagenum" id="Page_203">[203]</span> +fever on board, and had lost many men. The day +before sailing the poor fellow dined with me. He +told me the night previous he had heard bodies +dropped into the river from merchant ships near.</p> + +<p>The wind blows chiefly off the coast, and when +the <span class='ships'>Harpy</span> sailed with her sickly crew, the officers +went aloft to assist in loosing sails.</p> + +<p>Poor George Clements! From the kind way in +which he pressed on me a gold chain he had worn, +I do not think he expected to live long.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 1.</div> + +<p>Left Sierra Leone October 1, <span class='ships'>Saracen</span> in company.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 3.</div> + +<p>Parted company with the <span class='ships'>Saracen</span>, who went to +look into the Gallinas for slavers. We continued +about fifty miles off shore.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 7.</div> + +<p>At 2 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> being abreast of the Penguin, frequented +by slavers, who take in rice prior to embarking a +cargo. Bore up and furled upper sails. After dark +came to off the mouth of the river; sent pinnace, +with Lieutenant Goldsmith, and cutter, with Acting +Lieutenant Noad, to reconnoitre.</p> + +<p>I heard the following morning from an unemployed +Krooman, “Prince William,” who came off +with others to barter for tobacco or anything else +they could get, that a slaver, having completed her +water and rice, supposed to be Spanish, had sailed the +previous evening for New Cess, a place about the +spot where Trade Town is marked on the chart.</p> + +<p>“Prince William” was an intelligent fellow; he +had served on board the <span class='ships'>Primrose</span>, who had thus +christened him. He had ECNIRP tattooed on his +chest. One of the <span class='ships'>Primrose</span> seamen had chalked his +name on a piece of wood, which he took home, and, +making the impression, had his name engraved backwards. +He offered to pilot us in.</p> + +<p>The pinnace and cutter returned about ten o’clock,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_204">[204]</span> +having pulled up the river against a very strong +current. Several monkeys and curious birds were +seen, but, owing to the thickness of the mangrove +bushes, could not have been got at had they +been killed.</p> + +<p>This is a good place for canoes; the natives make +them to any dimensions in a short time. I paid five +dollars for one about 30 feet long and quite new.</p> + +<p>Kroomen speaking English are always to be found +along the coast, and make good interpreters.</p> + +<p>Got under way at eleven, and at noon fell in with +a rakish-looking schooner, who showed American +colours and papers named “The <span class='ships'>Peri</span>, of Baltimore.” +Her skipper was, I think, a Dutchman, but the +remainder of the crew were Spaniards. The log was +kept in Spanish, and she was evidently a Spanish +vessel, having her water-casks in, and, with the +exception of rice, everything ready for a cargo of +slaves. But no Spanish papers could be found, and +she got off under United States colours.</p> + +<p>We soon overhauled another Spanish slaver, who +could not long, judging from the smell, have landed +her cargo. She had a Spanish captain and crew, but +sheltered herself under the Portuguese flag; she was +a sort of jackal, picking up cargoes for the larger +vessels.</p> + +<p>Until the last treaty with Spain, which entitles us +to capture Spanish vessels fitted for slaves, with or +without slaves on board, the Portuguese flag had +scarcely been seen on this part of the coast. The +Portuguese papers are chiefly obtained at Porto +Praya, St. Jago.</p> + +<p>At 9 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>, when off the Grand Canon Point, ten +miles to the south-east of New Cess, we furled square +sails, hoisted boats out, and sent away pinnace, cutter,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_205">[205]</span> +and jolly-boat, under the pilotage of “Prince William,” +manned and armed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 9.</div> + +<p>At daybreak sent the gig to board a brigantine +observed to be at anchor about seven miles to the +south-east. She proved to be the <span class='ships'>Sarah Ann</span>, an +English vessel, belonging to a company of merchants, +who have purchased from the native chiefs several +small spots of land along the coast, on which they +have built some wigwam-looking huts, where they +deposit a portion of English goods, such as broadcloth, +muskets, knives, beads, etc. These huts are +styled British factories, through which means a traffic +is carried on with the natives, bartering their goods +for palm-oil or ivory. The Company send a vessel +out every two or three months, which vessel remains +on the coast, going from one factory to another, until +their cargoes are completed, leaving one or two of +their crew and a few Kroomen at each place to carry +on the trade.</p> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Sarah Ann</span> had been five months out, and +had on board about seven tons of oil. The captain +and five of her crew had died; the remainder were +in a sickly state.</p> + +<p>Although inexperienced and scarcely a month out, I +could neither think nor dream of anything but slavers. +On visiting the British factory at Piccaninny Cestos, a +small thatched hut, nearly hidden in Jungle, I found +a sickly-looking lad surrounded by a number of +natives, each of whom brought a small portion of oil—about +a gallon—in calabashes, in exchange for a +small measure of cloth. By way of protection, the +hut was surrounded by a high sort of railing formed +of stakes, just wide enough apart to admit the muzzle +of a musket, by which means the companion of the +sick lad was shot through the head a few days<span class="pagenum" id="Page_206">[206]</span> +previously. This brutal act was supposed to have +been committed by the King’s son. I offered to set +fire to all his black Majesty’s huts along the coast, +but was informed that by so doing I should put a +stop to the trade, which appeared to be of much more +consequence than the poor lad’s life.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_206'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_206.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>West African Natives.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>The natives are odd-looking animals. They are +not troubled with too much clothing, but besmear +their face and bodies with mud by way of ornament, +and wear a necklace of pigs’ teeth by way of a charm, +to keep the devil at a distance.</p> + +<p>I reached the ship at the same time as the other +boats from this expedition. They had pulled up in +the dark towards the anchorage of Trade Town, and +at midnight were just able to discern their vessels +lying in the anchorage. Goldsmith directed that +each boat should take one, which they did by pulling +alongside their respective vessels as nearly as possible +at the same time.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_207">[207]</span></p> + +<p>The pinnace boarded a fine schooner called the +<span class='ships'>Vigilante</span>, with everything ready for a start. Her +fore topsail yard was hoisted to the masthead, her +cat-fall was overhauled, and a luff tackle for weighing +the anchor stretched along her deck. The planks +were arranged over the water casks, ready for the +reception of her slaves, who were always brought on +board heavily ironed. And even the articles, delicately +termed “poo-poo pots” by the boatswain, were +placed on either side. The crew were pretty well on +the alert, considering the darkness of the night. +They hailed the boat before she got alongside, and +her crew, forty-five in number, rushing up from +below as one man, each having his particular station +assigned him, took possession of the deck. Had our +boats waited two or three hours, she would in all +probability have been captured with 400 or 500 +slaves on board. She, however, produced Portuguese +papers.</p> + +<p>The cutter boarded a pretty, rakish-looking brig, +which was immediately recognised as the <span class='ships'>Golenthokika</span>, +a vessel which had been lying for some weeks close to +us at Barcelona. Her people were not quite so much +on the alert as those on board the brigantine. On +coming on deck they made a rush for the arms kept +under the poop, but they found everything already +in the possession of our men. The skipper produced +Russian and Greek papers, under which countries’ flags +he fitted out.</p> + +<p>The jolly-boat also boarded a slave schooner under +Portuguese colours. As most of these vessels have a +double set of papers, the Spanish ones were in all +probability on shore with the captain, none of whom +were found on board.</p> + +<p>The men being tired, and the weather, as usual,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">[208]</span> +rainy and dirty, we remained that night at anchor, +sending the gig to reconnoitre. The following +morning we got under way about an hour before +daylight, and stood towards the slave vessels. The +ground between the anchorage we were in and the +vessels was rocky and uneven. We lost two hand-leads, +although we had nothing less than ten fathoms. +The gig returned on board when we got off Trade +Town.</p> + +<p>Goldsmith, who had boarded the brigantine again +at daylight, found so much prevarication in the captain’s +statement that he brought him and the papers +on board for my inspection.</p> + +<p>The man who came as captain was a Portuguese +lad, but with an old head on young shoulders. He +stated the night he was boarded that the Captain was +on shore, which fact he flatly denied to me, and said +the officer must have been mistaken, although I had +three men ready to make oath that such was the case.</p> + +<p>He seemed to know very well what he was about, +and produced regular Portuguese papers, signed by +the proper authorities at Porto Praya. He breakfasted +with me, spoke very good Spanish and a little +English, and, appearing satisfied that all was right, +smoked his cigar with true Spanish indifference.</p> + +<p>This rascal assured me that, having been captured +only a few months before by the <span class='ships'>Bonetta</span>, when he +was supercargo of a vessel with upwards of 300 slaves +on board, he was not fool enough to try his hand at +it again.</p> + +<p>He stated that the vessel he was now in was his +own property. Not being able to prove his vessel +Spanish, we let him go, wished him good-bye, and +hoped we might meet again. I then proceeded to +land “Prince William” at the Penguin.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">[209]</span></p> + +<p>Nearly the whole time we were on this coast we +had hard and continued rain—a great damper to zeal +and slave-hunting.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 11.</div> + +<p>Weighed in the afternoon and anchored at sunset +in Buffon Bay. In getting under way from Rock +Cestos, a Kroo canoe got capsized by the tow-rope +getting under the bottom, turning three of the +natives, with their fruit, paddles, etc., into the water. +It was curious to observe the dexterous and expeditious +way with which they emptied, and then replaced +themselves in the canoe.</p> + +<p>Two of the men easily righted it, and commenced +getting the water out by pushing it suddenly backwards +and forwards in a fore and aft direction, +afterwards by rolling it broadside, first one way, and +then on the other, by which means the greater part +of the water tumbled out.</p> + +<p>The third man swam away to pick up the bales +and a paddle, returning with one in each hand; +while two of the men held on the opposite gunwale, +he very cleverly threw himself in, and baled +her out in no time.</p> + +<p>The other two got in on either side; everything +was picked up, and the canoe again alongside in +a very short space of time. As the water did +not hang long on their black, greasy skins, they, +as well as their canoe, looked as if nothing had +happened.</p> + +<p>I visited the British factory at Buffon Bay, which +was an improvement on the one at Piccaninny +Cestos, really being a very comfortable two-storey +bamboo cottage built on a narrow strip of land about +half a mile in length, with the sea in front, the river +Buffon bounding the north-west. On the south-east +is an impenetrable jungle.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_210">[210]</span></p> + +<p>A black gentleman of Sierra Leone, by the name +of Harleston, with a few Kroomen and two or three +natives, formed a little colony. Ivory appeared to be +the only article received in exchange for British +goods.</p> + +<p>The Resident informed me that good shooting +might be had twelve miles up the river, and those +fond of the sport should go in a light canoe.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 12</div> + +<p>From Buffon Bay stood well off-shore, and the +next land was that part of the coast between St. +Andrews and Cape Lahon. When close in-shore +we shortened sail to topsails, and ran along the +coast, keeping in 15 fathoms water, hoping to find +myself at daylight about twelve miles to windward +of Cape Lahon Town, the principal place for traffic +in ivory and gold-dust.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 15.</div> + +<p>Cape Lahon was wrongly placed on the chart, +and a strong current set us ten miles to leeward. +We anchored for a few hours. A canoe, from which +I obtained information, pulled very cautiously three +times round the brig before its owner would venture +alongside, and when he did so it happened to be at +the time our men were cleaning arms. Seeing several +with cutlasses in their hands, he gave the alarm, +tumbled into his canoe, and paddled away as if he +had seen the devil.</p> + +<p>They returned after some persuasion and friendly +signs and signals had been made to them, but +nothing would induce any of the twelve to venture +inside or beyond the hammock-netting, where they +perched themselves ready for a bolt overboard on the +first symptoms of anything like treachery on our +part. Even these savages had a smattering of the +English tongue, and could ask very distinctly for +rum and tobacco.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_211">[211]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Cape +Lahon, +Oct. 16.</div> + +<p>I found out afterwards that their fears were not +altogether without cause, as Spanish vessels had been +in the habit, when their cargoes were not quite +complete, of enticing these unfortunate negroes on +board under the pretence of trading, and then +kidnapping them; not many months previously +their King, with twenty-four men, had been carried +off, canoe and all, and sold at the Havana. His +Majesty was afterwards restored to his country, but +so broken-hearted and dispirited as to be unable to +assume the government. His son Antonio now +reigns at Lahon. They are a harmless and inoffensive +people.</p> + +<p>In running along-shore, which you may do about +half a mile from the beach in 9 or 10 fathoms, the +coast has a beautiful appearance. The country is +thickly wooded, with trees of every size, colour, and +description, and the villages, which are always to be +seen where there are a few cocoanuts growing together, +give it a lively and picturesque appearance—a great +contrast with that of Portendick.</p> + +<p>A tremendous surf was breaking on the beach, +and we did not see a single spot for several hundred +miles where any of our boats could have landed.</p> + +<p>After rounding Cape Palmas, the surf was considerably +higher. The canoes were formed much +stouter and stronger, and appeared very clumsy after +the beautiful light skiffs of Sierra Leone, and what is +termed the Windward Coast.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 17.</div> + +<p>Anchored off Grande Jack. The natives came +off in swarms, taking us for a first-rate trader. At +this place we found that they spoke more English, +and consequently were more impudent, fonder of +grog, and more avaricious than any of the natives we +had yet seen.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_212">[212]</span></p> + +<p>They brought off cocoanuts, cats, yams, monkeys, +and gold-dust (the value of which they understand +perfectly well), as well as poultry, limes, goats, and +ivory, in exchange for which they took any old +clothes, seamen’s hats, marines’ caps, and stole the +hand-lead out of the chains. The whole scene of +exchange, which took place on deck, being new to +us, was most amusing.</p> + +<p>Every negro proceeded to dress himself in each +article of clothing as he received it in exchange. +One was seen walking about the decks as proud as +Lucifer, in a perfect state of nudity with the exception +of a marine’s cap. Another put the trousers +over his shoulders like a lady’s shawl, and several +had jackets on hind part before.</p> + +<p>From Grande Jack we went to Grand Bassani, +but the surf ran too high to allow our boats to +proceed over the bar up the river.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 18.</div> + +<p>Bassani is a large and populous town, situated +about ten miles up the river, its trade principally +gold-dust and ivory.</p> + +<p>On the arrival of any vessel to open a trade with +the natives, it is customary to give the Chief what +they call a <span class='slang'>dash</span>, which is a present of part of everything +you have on board. No Chief ever neglects +coming on board for his <span class='slang'>dash</span>, and without which +little or no trade is carried on.</p> + +<p>Grand Bassani was the first place from Cape +Palmas where a landing is effected by Europeans, +and then it can only be accomplished in the canoes of +the natives, about once in eight or nine days.</p> + +<p>From Grand Bassani we proceeded along-shore, +passing the mouth of the Assine River, out of which +the fresh water was rushing with considerable violence. +This river separates what is called the ivory from the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_213">[213]</span> +gold country, although both these articles are to be +obtained on either coast, to the eastward of Cape +Appollonia.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 19.</div> + +<p>We passed the town of that name, and in which +stands an old British fort, now abandoned, the first +stone-and-mortar building we had seen since leaving +Sierra Leone.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_213'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_213.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>A Factory.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>In the afternoon passed Axine, where there is a +pretty-looking fort, on which the Dutch flag was +flying. In the evening we anchored off Dixcove, +where by a ledge of rocks is formed a snug little +harbour.</p> + +<p>The rollers occasionally run in, but the surf +seldom breaks across the entrance, about ten yards +wide, and close under the fort, on your right going +in. The boatswain, however, managed to get himself +and two Kroomen capsized in my canoe.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 20.</div> + +<p>The fort, mounting 16 guns, stands on a rocky +point, commands the town, which, although it owns +a King as well as a village a few miles distant, the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_214">[214]</span> +people call themselves British subjects, and are ready, +but not anxious, to fight for their governors.</p> + +<p>We can scarcely interfere with their laws, except +to put a stop to the barbarous practice of sacrificing +human beings.</p> + +<p>The natives, who belong to a race called Ashanti, +are inoffensive, superstitious, and idle. I noticed a +very decent-looking native—one of the <i lang='tw'>cabocees</i> or +elders of the town—who had come to the fort to ask +permission to bury a woman alive, for being, as he +alleged, a witch.</p> + +<p>On inquiry, the Governor discovered the man had +already done so the previous day. He was in +durance vile, awaiting the decision of the Resident at +Cape Coast, under whose authority are all the British +forts along the coast.</p> + +<p>At almost every forty or fifty miles there is a +distinct race, whose names and customs are different, +and who can scarcely understand each other’s language.</p> + +<p>At Dixcove the natives regard alligators as fetish +or sacred. At Cape Coast, a few miles from this, +they destroy them. At Accra, I believe, the hyæna +is fetish.</p> + +<p>On the western side of the town of Dixcove is a +small river, and the mouth being choked up with +sand, it had spread itself into a swamp, covering +about half an acre of ground.</p> + +<p>In this are many crocodiles, frequently known +to devour goats, fowls, etc., when near the banks. +These reptiles, as well as snakes, are considered +fetish, and are worshipped by the natives.</p> + +<p>Near the river lives an old fetish woman, who is +held in awe and treated with great respect by the +natives. She is supposed to have great power over +crocodiles. I went with the Resident to see this<span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">[215]</span> +extraordinary fact. On being applied to, the old +hag issued from her hut.</p> + +<p>She was covered with a sort of white mud-wash, +and wore about her person several absurd superstitious +ornaments, such as a pair of goat’s horns, some tiger’s +teeth, and several pieces of gold. Her body was +uncovered down to the waist; her breasts hung down +like the flaps of an old saddle. She was nearly blind +from age, and supported herself by a long, mysterious-looking +stick. The witch took her position under a +tree, and to my astonishment I saw one of these +horrid-looking crocodiles, after having been invoked +and charmed for some minutes by her (she held a +doomed chicken in her hand, and while going through +many extraordinary gestures and motions, repeated +some unintelligible jargon), gradually emerge from +the rushes on the opposite side, where he had been +entirely hid from view, swim across, and creep up the +bank towards where we stood. My first impulse was +to bolt, but on turning round I felt ashamed. A +number of native women, with their children, stood +by, apparently without the slightest fear, so much +confidence had they in the power of the old woman +over the reptile. I therefore stood my ground manfully, +and allowed the crocodile to approach within a +yard of me, and receive the chicken from the old +hag at the end of a reed. I certainly felt a great +relief when the brute crushed the unfortunate bird, +feathers and all, which he seized in the most ungracious +and savage manner, and turned again into +the river. I had seen crocodiles before, both in the +East and West Indies, but never heard of their facing +a concourse of people.</p> + +<p>The people trade in palm-oil and gold-dust.</p> + +<p>Mr. Swansen, the Resident of Dixcove, is a young<span class="pagenum" id="Page_216">[216]</span> +man of about two-and-twenty. He had very comfortable, +roomy quarters in the fort, and was the +only white man in the settlement. Nothing could +surpass his kindness and attention.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 22.</div> + +<p>Anchored off Elmina. Fort St. George, the chief +settlement of the Dutch, is the largest and handsomest +place on the coast.</p> + +<p>I saluted on anchoring, and the Governor immediately +sent off a large canoe to convey me on shore. +I was shown all over the fort; which mounts 62 +guns, is of great extent, and kept in beautiful order.</p> + +<p>The Dutch are very proud of this place, having +taken it from the Portuguese more than two centuries +ago, retaining it ever since.</p> + +<p>Fort St. Jago I was not allowed to see; it was +his weakest point, and the Governor wasn’t anxious +to show it.</p> + +<p>The Dutch Government carry on a traffic in +slaves, under the plea of raising recruits for their +East India possessions. The negroes are bought +from the Ashanti chiefs, embarked for Batavia, and +told they are free men.</p> + +<p>I observed several neat and comfortable-looking +houses, with gardens attached, belonging to the +merchants, most of whom I met at the Governor’s +table, where I was hospitably entertained. Almost +every one spoke English.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 23.</div> + +<p>Cape Coast is only nine miles to the eastward of +Elmina, where we anchored following morning.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[217]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIX">CHAPTER XIX</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">Cape Coast Castle</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1837.</div> + +<p>The anchor was no sooner down than a large canoe +with four-and-twenty paddles was alongside, waiting +orders.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 23.</div> + +<p>I went on shore with several of the officers, in +straw hats and round jackets, expecting a wetting; +the surf ran high. We, however, landed perfectly +dry, but had no sooner touched the shore than a +salute was fired, and, on entering the square of the +fort, I found the garrison turned out. The band +struck up “God save the Queen,” which I now heard +for the first time, and the guard presented arms. I +took off my hat, which I tried to hide, and bowed +to everybody. On a promise from the Resident +that I should be treated with no further ceremony, I +composed myself with an excellent glass of “Madeira.”</p> + +<p>Cape Coast Castle, as well as the other English +settlements along the coast, was given up by Government +about ten years previously to a company, with +the allowance of £3500 a year, with which they pay +a garrison and keep the forts in repair. They +manage, I suppose, by a liberal supply from their +own coffers, to do everything in excellent style, and +I believe no garrisons under Government can be +conducted with greater regularity or kept in better +order than these on the western coast of Africa.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_218">[218]</span></p> + +<p>Since then trade has increased. The Ashantis, +with whom we were constantly at war, became good +allies, and confidence re-established. As a proof of +this, his Ashanti Majesty has sent two of his sons to +England to be educated, and a regular and constant +communication is kept with Coomassie, the capital.</p> + +<p>We no longer pay tribute for the ground on +which Cape Coast Castle is built. There is a well-conducted +school established in the fort, where I saw +upwards of a hundred native boys. I was struck +with the appearance of a smart-looking half-caste +boy, about eight years old, who, on my asking his +name, said: “Ma name, George, sar: son of Captain +George C——, Royal Navy, sar.” This is the first +attempt of education, and when knowledge becomes +diffused, the natives (Fantees), who are at present +idle and superstitious, may soon see the advantages +of commerce and industry. They are daily leaving +off many of their fetish practices. Their religion +appears to consist chiefly in doing homage or making +presents to anything their priests choose to call or +make fetish—a stone, a tree, a wild beast—in short, +anything.</p> + +<p>In passing by the edge of a jungle, I observed a +path neatly cut through the thickest part of it, and +was told that in all probability I should see something +“fetish.” I went in. The path terminated at a +large stone, round which were some old shells and +two or three bottles containing rum. These were +offerings to induce this stone to keep harm away from +the donors. They consider white men as superior in +power to their fetish, and any of them would have +removed a bottle of rum from the stone had he been +told to do so by the Resident or any white man +whom they had been in the habit of looking up to,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_219">[219]</span> +although they dared not have touched it of their own +accord. They follow their own religion, for want +of a better. The soil is capable of producing anything, +and a second India, on a small scale, may one +day rise out of these settlements—that is, if they +continue in the hands of such an enterprising, liberal +little company of merchants as now have the management. +The merchants appeared to vie with one +another in doing everything to make our stay at Cape +Coast agreeable, in which they fully succeeded.</p> + +<p>Mr. Swansen, brother of my old friend, the +Governor at Dixcove, prepared a visit to a plantation +he was making a few miles in the country.</p> + +<p>It is a remarkable fact that the cattle, which +formerly used to sleep in the woods outside the town, +have, ever since the Ashantis attacked Cape Coast, +come in, and sleep under the protection of the guns.</p> + +<p>The dispensary is well arranged in the fort, near +which I saw what is only seen in tropical climates—a +man whose leg had just been amputated by a shark.</p> + +<p>I visited Mr. Swansen’s enterprising undertaking, +the first attempt at anything like a plantation that +had been made. He had been here for two years, +and was expending a considerable sum in clearing +away the jungle, so that it must be some time before +he can get income from it. Napoleon Plantation +is about six miles from Cape Coast.</p> + +<p>We started, a large party. From the novelty of +the scene, the various and curious modes of conveyance, +etc., made it to us a most agreeable and amusing +excursion. The usual conveyance is in a long +narrow basket, carried on the heads of a couple of +natives, in which you can lie your length; nothing +being visible from the outside but your toes and nose, +which gives you the appearance of a corpse. A few<span class="pagenum" id="Page_220">[220]</span> +were conveyed in a sort of Sedan chair, and several +in little light four-wheeled carriages, which are drawn +by four men, with two more behind to push uphill. +Being drawn in a carriage by human beings sounds +contrary to our English ideas, but it is only in the +name. They are well paid and worked easily; +choosing always their own pace; and I never saw +children enjoy the fun of drawing along a little cart +more than these blacks did that of drawing the +Resident and myself along six miles of bad road.</p> + +<p>Mr. Swansen’s comfortable cottage we found +prettily situated on the summit of a hill, at the foot +of which ran a small river. At the back and sides +were mountains covered with impenetrable jungle, +which the natives were endeavouring to clear. But +the fore-part of the hill on which the house stood was +already covered with cotton, coffee, tobacco, and +other plants, springing up most luxuriously. A vast +number of natives had collected to greet our arrival, +and were performing one of the wildest and most +picturesque dances. A more agreeable sight, however, +and which, I believe, was the chief object of +our journey, was an excellent dinner, to which we +did ample justice.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 24.</div> + +<p>We visited an adjoining village, luckily on some +fête day, as all the people were dressed in their best. +The chiefs of the village, with their attendants, came +down to welcome us with trumpets, and a great noise +was made with various nondescript instruments. Many +curiously-rigged personages, whose offices I could not +exactly make out, were in attendance. They danced +round us, gave us palm-wine to drink, and fired off +muskets close to us—in short, the nearer the muzzle +is to your ear without blowing your head off the +greater the compliment. It was dark before we got<span class="pagenum" id="Page_221">[221]</span> +back to the town, when we finished with another +dinner at Mr. Swansen’s.</p> + +<p>We took leave of our friends at Cape Coast, +having passed two agreeable days, the large canoe +being in attendance.</p> + +<p>Cape Coast is certainly not more unhealthy than +most tropical climates, and some weeks might be +passed very pleasantly; but there are two serious +objections—neither horses nor white women ever live +there. The famous authoress, “L. E. L.,” was the +last victim.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 26.</div> + +<p>Anchored off British Accra. The fort is neat, +and in first-rate order, but not so large as Cape +Coast. This is another settlement. The country is +open, and roads are good to the extent of thirty +miles. What rendered it so agreeable was the +kindness and attention shown by Mr. Bannerman, +well known to the Navy employed on this coast.</p> + +<p>Accra is famous for the quantity and fineness of +its gold-dust. Many pretty rings are made here of +the purest gold. Ivory is also to be obtained.</p> + +<p>Adjoining, and to the eastward is Dutch Accra, +with the remains of a fort, destroyed in 1821 by the +English, which the Dutch Governor told me had +been washed down by the sea.</p> + +<p>Two miles further is a Danish fort and town, +all three flags flying within range of each other’s +guns.</p> + +<p>Accra has an odd appearance from the sea. I +rode over to Danish Accra to call on the Governor, +and was received with a guard and salute. The +natives are much the same in appearance as at Cape +Coast, and equally superstitious; among many other +absurdities, the untamable hyena is here fetish. +These animals come into the town at night and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_222">[222]</span> +commit depredations with impunity. They imitate +the noises of the different animals, and particularly +the crying of a child.</p> + +<p>A hyena a few nights back dropped two cubs in +the street; the following night she returned and +took them away.</p> + +<p>One of the merchants having shot a hyena while +he was employed at night in digging up the remains +of a favourite horse, was obliged to make a large +<span class='slang'>dash</span> of rum and tobacco to appease the natives, who +fancied that all sorts of calamities would occur +in consequence. No work is done until a <span class='slang'>dash</span> is +given.</p> + +<p>When the Ashantis bring in gold they stop +within a mile of the town and send a messenger, +waiting his return with a <span class='slang'>dash</span>. Both men and +women drink the rum neat.</p> + +<p>The cowry shell is used as money, twenty to a +penny.</p> + +<p>Good shooting may be had: partridges, hares, +and snipe close to the town, and at a short distance +deer.</p> + +<p>Stock of all sorts to be obtained at moderate +prices, as well as beef and mutton. Turtle may be +picked up on a sandy beach.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 30.</div> + +<p>Gray parrots might be bought alongside, four for +a dollar, bamboo cage and all.</p> + +<p>The last day at Accra we were most sumptuously +entertained by the Danish Governor. He had +served as a Lieutenant in the French Navy, and had +met Goldsmith at Marseilles, who, being very anxious +to sketch one of the native women in full costume, the +Governor good-naturedly got one of the wives of the +chiefs of the town. She made her appearance after +dinner, almost covered with finery, which she liked being<span class="pagenum" id="Page_223">[223]</span> +sketched. Her thighs and hips were covered with +silver beads, which, again, were covered by a red +cotton dress—a sort of covering wound round her +body, all above her hips being left bare, as well as +below her knees. She had upwards of a thousand +dollars’ worth of gold ornaments on her. After this +took our departure.</p> + +<p>Under way just before sunset, and saluted the +Danish flag in passing. During a fortnight’s cruise +in search of the senior officer we fell in with <span class='ships'>Saracen</span>, +<span class='ships'>Viper</span>, and <span class='ships'>Waterwitch</span>. The latter is one of +Symonds’ beautiful brigs; she beat us to windward +during half an hour’s trial.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 15.</div> + +<p>Anchored in Clarence Cove, Fernando Po. This +place was once in possession of our Government, but +now belongs to a small company of merchants. The +first question asked by every passer-by is: “What +in the world could induce the Government to give +up such a place with so many advantages?”</p> + +<p>As a rendezvous for ships of war it is perfect. +The anchorage is capacious and safe, the fresh water +excellent and plentiful, and no end of firewood. +There is also a good place for hauling the seine, with +lots of fine fish. An excellent beach for hauling +boats up for repair.</p> + +<p>Clarence Cove is a key to some of the largest +rivers in Africa, and its being situated in the centre +almost of the country from which most of the slaves +are exported renders this the most fit place for the +slave court to be held.</p> + +<p>Although at present the island is not overstocked +with bullocks, still animals of all sorts thrive here, +and by a little pains it might become one of the most +commodious and useful spots on the globe as a naval +establishment. The timber also, of which there is<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[224]</span> +an enormous quantity, and of great variety, is allowed +to be the best exported from any part of Africa. +The soil is rich, and capable of producing anything.</p> + +<p>The company had appointed two zealous and +active agents in Messrs. Beecroft and Oldfield, who +act as Governors, and fill all other appointments +besides. The population consists of 800 persons, +chiefly liberated negroes from Sierra Leone.</p> + +<p>There is a small militia garrison of about sixty +persons, and several stores containing a little of +everything, which articles they ship off in smaller +vessels who barter up the adjoining rivers with the +natives for palm-oil and ivory.</p> + +<p>Although there are a vast number of palms on the +island, the natives have not been taught the advantage +of collecting the oil, and bringing it down to +barter for British goods. They are as yet an idle +and indolent race, but I should think most useful +and willing when once they can be convinced of the +advantages of industry. The trees are felled by +Kroomen. I saw one piece of timber measuring +5 feet square at the smallest, and 60 feet long.</p> + +<p>Mr. Beecroft was kind enough to have a couple +of the largest trees felled for us to see, and I think, +next to the launching of a large ship, it was the most +magnificent sight I ever beheld.</p> + +<p>We remained at Fernando Po for a week, sailing +on 21st. On 23rd we were overtaken by a moderate +tornado, which lasted three hours, and ended in a +north-east breeze.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 25.</div> + +<p>Came to in West Bay, Prince’s Island, to gain +intelligence of the senior Commander, under whose +orders I was about to place myself.</p> + +<p>This is an exceedingly pretty and secure little +bay, well adapted for cruisers to complete wood and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_225">[225]</span> +water. There are sugar-loaf mountains and other +shaped hills which give the island a picturesque +appearance. It belongs to the Portuguese.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 27.</div> + +<p>Anchored in Church Bay, at which place Doña +Ferraz, widow of the Portuguese Governor of +Prince’s Island, holds her court. She is a very +kind and hospitable lady of rather dark complexion, +and fond of the English.</p> + +<p>Doña Ferraz has five of these large houses, +around which the negro huts are prettily arranged, +each having its garden in front.</p> + +<p>The <em>slavery</em> was only in the name; I never saw +a set of people more happy and contented, or more +devoted than they are to their mistress.</p> + +<p>We remained a couple of days, during which time +I was “Madame’s” (the name she always goes by) +guest.</p> + +<p>I noticed, tending the table, some smart-looking +boys, of a much lighter complexion than the +generality of the slave children. I found on inquiry +that they were all born at West Bay, where British +cruisers go for wood and water.</p> + +<p>However, after a certain age, “Madame” gives +them their freedom, a piece of ground, and a small +sum of money.</p> + +<p>About four o’clock in the afternoon a rakish +schooner hove in sight, coming round the northernmost +point of the bay, but on seeing us, she bore up.</p> + +<p>We immediately weighed and made all sail in +chase, but directly after sunset in the tropics, when +there is no moon, it becomes exceedingly dark. At +daylight nothing of our chase was to be seen.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 29.</div> + +<p>Fell in with a brig, 450 slaves on board. Prize +to <span class='ships'>Scout</span>, 18, Commander R. Craigie.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_226">[226]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XX">CHAPTER XX</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">The <span class='ships'>Childers</span> Brig</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1837. +Dec. 2.</div> + +<p>Arrived off the Bonny, and at sunset made sail in +chase of another schooner, which managed to get +away from us during the night.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 4.</div> + +<p>At daylight we were again off the Bonny, where +we found <span class='ships'>Pelican</span>. I received orders from Commander +Popham to cruise between latitudes 4° and +2° north, longitude 3° 30′ and 6° east and the coast, +and to wait off Cape Formosa for <span class='ships'>Buzzard</span>, who +would supply us with provisions.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 8.</div> + +<p>Last night, while cruising off Cape Formosa +under topsails, a sail was reported ahead. All sail +was made in chase, and, having a fresh breeze, in +an hour we came up with her.</p> + +<p>There is nothing so exciting as a chase, especially +at night, when you cannot make out what you are in +chase of. Even the men of the watch below turn +out to look on, as soon as within range.</p> + +<p>We dropped a shot under her quarter, upon +which she rounded to, and, to our disappointment, +proved to be the <span class='ships'>Pink</span>, an English brig from Liverpool, +come to trade for palm-oil.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 10.</div> + +<p>At daylight we sighted a rakish-looking schooner +on our lee bow. A shot brought her to. She was +from the Havana, under Portuguese colours, come +out for a cargo of slaves.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_227">[227]</span></p> + +<p>We soon after made a man-of-war to windward, +which proved to be <span class='ships'>Waterwitch</span>. She brought us +orders to proceed to our station.</p> + +<p>In the afternoon, while at dinner, a strange sail +was reported in-shore of us. We both made sail, +steering one to the eastward and the other to the +west of the stranger.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_227'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_227.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>A Slaver.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>Just before sunset we discovered that she had +another vessel in company. We lost sight of them +after sunset, but, continuing our course in-shore, +about nine o’clock, with the assistance of a bright +moon and a night glass, we discovered three vessels +at anchor off the river St. Barbara. They were all +of them slavers belonging to the Havana—the +<span class='ships'>Fecilidades</span>, brig, carrying 2 guns, 228 tons, 42 men, +and the <span class='ships'>Maria Segunda</span>, schooner, 1 gun, 107 tons, +28 men.</p> + +<p>One of them was prepared to take in a cargo of +slaves, the others, a brig and schooner, had lately<span class="pagenum" id="Page_228">[228]</span> +arrived, and had not yet got rid of their trading +cargo. They had more the appearance of yachts +than slavers.</p> + +<p>Three days afterwards, the <span class='ships'>Maria Segunda</span>, with +slaves on board, escaped from the <span class='ships'>Waterwitch</span> boats. +Her gig was the only boat that got hold of her. +She was commanded by a midshipman named Bowles, +who held on a quarter of an hour after he had one +killed and another man wounded out of a crew of +four.</p> + +<p>The slaver had eight men killed. Mr. Bowles +used a fowling-piece, with which his coxswain remarked +he picked them off as if he had been shooting +larks. The cutter and pinnace never succeeded in +getting alongside, although they exchanged shots.</p> + +<p>The slave trade will never be put a stop to unless +by the consent of the European Powers.</p> + +<p>Although the Spaniards and a few Portuguese +and Brazilians are the only fellows who have enterprise +sufficient to engage in the trade, there is not a +vessel on the coast that is not supplied with papers +allowing her to wear the colours of other nations; +the Spanish flag is nearly the only one that is never +seen. A beautiful Spanish brig which fitted out at +Barcelona, close to us, was found under Russian +colours.</p> + +<p>Lieutenant Hill, of the <span class='ships'>Saracen</span>, having boarded +a brigantine manned by Spaniards, but under Portuguese +colours, had her Captain on board with his +papers, and on Hill telling him his papers would not +do, as they mentioned he was manned with two-thirds +Portuguese, he exclaimed: “I am the most +unfortunate fellow in the world. This is the third +vessel I have lost in two years. That blackguard at +Porto Praya told me they were all correct, and I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_229">[229]</span> +paid him a thousand dollars.” But Hill could not +detain him.</p> + +<p>Last year there were upwards of 30,000 negroes +taken off from the coast of Africa, to the northward +of the “Line.” In spite of the vigilance of about +thirteen of our cruisers, nine out of ten slavers +escape. I have no doubt that as many more slaves +are shipped to the southward of the “Line.” For +every slaver taken by the British cruisers, an extra +price is put on the slaves when they arrive at their +destination; and, as their value increases, so will the +number of vessels employed.</p> + +<p>The Captain of the <span class='ships'>John Begg</span>, a Liverpool brig +from Old Calabar, who had purchased 500 slaves, +was so closely blockaded by one of our cruisers that +he kept them penned up, and 200 of them died of +starvation. He afterwards left them to their fate, +and of course they were resold to the next vessel +that arrived. Many negroes voluntarily leave their +country, and come to the islands of St. Thomas and +Prince’s to live with their countrymen who had been +bought.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 11.</div> + +<p>We now proceeded to our cruising-ground, and +for twenty-one days saw nothing but a palm-tree, +washed out of some river. We were completely out +of fresh provisions, and the only thing to break +through the dullest three weeks I ever passed at sea +was the hooking of a shark or dolphin, both of +which, latterly, we considered luxuries. To add to +the enlivenment of the scene, we were enveloped in +a thick haze, occasioned by the Hamattan wind, +which generally, in these latitudes, commences in +the month of January. It is a hot, dry wind; the +haze, which neither sun nor moon can penetrate, is +occasioned by the white dust or fine sand blown off<span class="pagenum" id="Page_230">[230]</span> +the deserts of Africa. One’s view is confined to +within a cable’s length of the ship. Vessels near the +land generally get so completely covered with it that +it takes several days to wash with fresh water. Our +look-out men from the mast-head and foreyard-arm +looked like millers.</p> + +<p>During the Hamattans slavers generally escape.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_231">[231]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXI">CHAPTER XXI</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">A Rendezvous of Cruisers</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1838. +Jan. 1.</div> + +<p>Latitude 4° north and longitude 4° east on the +first Monday of the month was the appointed rendezvous +for nearly all the cruisers.</p> + +<p>On our arrival, we found <span class='ships'>Pelican</span>, <span class='ships'>Scout</span>, and <span class='ships'>Fair +Rosamond</span> already there. Our old fellow-cruiser +<span class='ships'>Columbine</span>, Commander Thomas Henderson, joined +the following morning.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 3.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Saracen</span> and <span class='ships'>Bonetta</span> arrived; they had parted +company with <span class='ships'>Dolphin</span> the previous night.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 5.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Forester</span> arrived from England to relieve <span class='ships'>Columbine</span>. +Being to the northward, we were the first +to notice a strange sail. The senior officer, Commander +Popham, of the <span class='ships'>Pelican</span>, mustered the crews +and inspected the vessels of all of us, which he did +with the pomp and show of an Admiral. He invited +the Commanders to dinner, and did the whole thing +very well. <span class='ships'>Pelican</span> was in good discipline, beautifully +clean and neat about the rigging.</p> + +<p>We had no manœuvring; this coast is not the +station for it. The climate is bad, and the cruisers +seldom have all their men on board. None of them +had points in their sails below the second reef, and +sky-sails seemed the order of the day.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_232">[232]</span></p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Scout</span> loomed large in the Mosquito Fleet; she +was clean and very nice inside.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Columbine</span> looked as she always did—beautiful. +I think her by far the most perfect of Symonds’ +craft. No man understood better how to fit a sail +than Henderson.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Saracen’s</span> Commander, Hill, is an active fellow, +but his vessel is a brute, and nothing could make her +sail or look decent.</p> + +<p>Some changes took place in the distribution of the +squadron. We took <span class='ships'>Columbine’s</span> station, to windward +of the Bight of Benin, and had the mortification +of seeing her depart for old England before us, +although a shorter time in commission.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Forester</span> lost six of her crew on her way down +from Sierra Leone.</p> + +<p>Of the prize crew sent up by <span class='ships'>Fair Rosamond</span> +with her Scotch prize, all had died except the officer.</p> + +<p>Of two prize crews from <span class='ships'>Bonetta</span>, only four men +returned alive.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Curlew</span> lost three men of her crew: last year she +had been nearly unmanned from deaths.</p> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Raven</span> cutter, surveying, was lying at +Accra, so disabled from loss of men and officers as +to be unable to go to sea.</p> + +<p>Popham decided to go to them at once.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 7.</div> + +<p>Having obtained provisions from <span class='ships'>Bonetta</span>, and +put letters for England on board <span class='ships'>Columbine</span>, we +parted for our station—latitude 4° north to the land +and the meridian of Greenwich. The weather was +thick and hazy; a Hamattan had just commenced.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 11.</div> + +<p>Not having been able to get a correct observation, +we were steering for the land with leads both going, +when I discovered through the fog a vessel at anchor. +Boats were hoisted out, manned, armed, and away in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_233">[233]</span> +a few minutes—in fact they were alongside the vessel +before she had seen us. In hoisting my gig from off +the booms, the foreyard tackle got choked, but +cleared with a jerk, pitched Lathom across the gunwale +and broke his arm. We were obliged to invalid +him home. He was a steady, good man, and a +born artist. The vessel proved to be the <span class='ships'>Camoëns</span>, a +lovely brig of 180 tons under Portuguese colours. +She carried one long gun, and was nearly ready for +taking a cargo of slaves. She was painted with a +white ribbon—the first slaver we had seen so painted. +Her commander called himself Feliz Cosme Mendil.</p> + +<p>On the same day, just as the men had dined, a +sail ahead was discovered. The wind was light, and +the boats immediately sent away. On closing with +her, we found she had two large canoes (such as are +used for embarking slaves) towing astern. Observing +the boats’ crews had got on board, and appeared +inclined to remain, we concluded that we had at last +caught a prize. We sent on board and examined her. +The canoes astern were for landing her cargo. +Found five negroes on board and seventeen more in +the boats astern, and I believe, had we sent her to +Sierra Leone, she would have been condemned, as the +negroes, although not part of her cargo, were the +property of a slave-dealer, who was on board for the +purpose of purchasing. But, taking into consideration +the dreadful mortality among the prize crews +lately sent to Sierra Leone, as well as the small value +of a nearly empty vessel, we did not detain her. +The slave procurer was sent on board the <span class='ships'>Childers</span> to +be examined, when he was immediately recognised by +some liberated African boys who were on board as +part complement from <span class='ships'>Columbine</span>. These boys had +been kidnapped or bought—one was bought for a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_234">[234]</span> +keg of rum—by these brutes and sold to the captain +of a slave-vessel, which vessel had been captured by +one of our cruisers. They spotted him, and would +have torn the shirt off his back had they not been +prevented. One boy stated that this fellow had +stolen him and buried him in the sand on the beach +for a whole day with nothing out but his head, over +which the fiend placed a calabash, and threatened to +kill the boy if he made a noise.</p> + +<p>The African children captured in the slave-vessels +are sent to school at Sierra Leone, and, when big +enough, are put on board men-of-war on the +station, and placed under artificers to enable them to +learn some trade by which to maintain themselves. +The boys turn out very well, but little is ever made +of the grown-up negroes.</p> + +<p>The vessel was another beautiful brig called the +<span class='ships'>Amigos</span>, with raking masts and a white ribbon, which +appears to be the fashion on this part of the coast. +She was 150 tons, and had a crew of twenty-five men. +The master was a Portuguese named Don Ferando +José Canieras, an obliging, civil fellow. Most of the +captains of these slavers are superior men; some +belong to good Spanish and Portuguese families; +generally young. I believe many of them take +command of these vessels for the excitement of the +service. Canieras appeared a gentleman-like fellow: +above having any personal dislike to us from the +unpleasant duty on which we were employed. He +invited me to dine with him, and offered his services +in boats, and many other ways.</p> + +<p>One of the slavers on the coast is commanded by +a man from Barcelona, who had been on board <span class='ships'>Childers</span> +at a dance and supper I gave three years ago.</p> + +<p>From the <span class='ships'>Dos Amigos</span> we ascertained we were off<span class="pagenum" id="Page_235">[235]</span> +Cape St. Paul’s, the Hamattan having changed the +direction of the current, which we found setting strong +to the westward.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 13.</div> + +<p>Having been on salt grub for more than a month, +sent pinnace into Quitta for bullocks and water, +intending to return in a day or two. Stood to the +eastward.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 14.</div> + +<p>At daylight found ourselves close off Little Popoe, +in which lay three suspicious-looking vessels. <span class='ships'>El +Liberal</span>, master Don Francisco Gonzalo, was a fine +brig of 160 tons, mounting two guns, with a crew of +twenty-six men. She was not quite ready for her +slaves, having still part of her trading cargo on board.</p> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Dulcinea</span>, a small schooner of 81 tons, and +crew of 18 men, appeared to be perfectly ready for +taking her slaves on board. She, too, was a rakish +American-built craft. Her Captain, Don Fernando +Penez, was on shore.</p> + +<p>The third, the <span class='ships'>Louisa</span>, was a pretty brigantine of +120 tons, carrying a crew of 24 men, commanded by +Don Juan Fanara Amez. She appeared nearly ready +for a start.</p> + +<p>Having examined each vessel, we ran along the +coast to Quitta and fresh beef.</p> + +<p>About twelve miles to the westward of Little +Popoe, a large canoe came off to offer the services of +the owner, a Caboceer, an independent chief. He +sported over his house a large white flag with a +Dutch head to it.</p> + +<p>The coxswain of the boat, who brought off his +master’s gold stick of office for a bottle of rum, +informed us that the slave schooner <span class='ships'>Dulcinea</span>, at +Popoe, would embark between 200 and 300 slaves, +and that she would get under way at 3 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>, and was +cruising about to see if the coast was clear. At<span class="pagenum" id="Page_236">[236]</span> +6 o’clock she was to embark her slaves. I promised +the fellow, in case of capture, $20 for his information.</p> + +<p>In the evening we boarded a Brazilian polacca +brig belonging to the same owners as one of the +slave vessels we had already examined. But though +not fitted for slaves, she brought from Bahia that sort +of cargo generally used in the purchase of them.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 16.</div> + +<p>On arriving off Quitta, we found the <span class='ships'>Dos Amigos</span>, +whose Captain had been kind in lending his canoes +to get off our fresh provisions, and before our arrival +accommodated the officers and stewards with beds.</p> + +<p>The only return we could make for his courtesy +would be to capture him when he had embarked his +slaves.</p> + +<p>We found here a Portuguese who called himself +“John Thomson,” speaking English, ready to give +any information respecting slave vessels. Having +given him full directions and a promise, hoisted +boats in and stood out to sea as if going off the coast, +and then proceeded off Little Popoe to watch the +movements of the <span class='ships'>Dulcinea</span>.</p> + +<p>On the afternoon of the appointed day we were +all anxiety. The weather was hazy, but we kept +well in the offing, and at 5 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> bore up for the land.</p> + +<p>Just at sunset observed through the haze a sail to +leeward. We made sail, and were closing with chase +when dark claimed her.</p> + +<p>She being in-shore, we steered such a course as, in +our calculation, must have cut her off, but we shortly +discovered breakers on the beach, and no sail. <span class='ships'>El +Liberal</span> being the only vessel there, we stood out to +sea again in hopes of cutting <span class='ships'>Dulcinea</span> off to the +south-east, as after dark she must have bore up and +run along the beach to leeward.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 18.</div> + +<p>The following day, at noon, we gave it up, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_237">[237]</span> +made sail for Quitta, to see what news my new +acquaintance “Mr. Thomson” might have obtained.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 19.</div> + +<p>Next day, at noon, when steering towards Quitta, +the weather hazy, sail was seen on the weather bow, +and we went in chase. We soon discovered her to +be a man-of-war brigantine, and it was not, owing +to the haze, until after we had pitched a shot somewhere +near her that she discovered us, when we +exchanged numbers with <span class='ships'>Dolphin</span>; she is the nicest-looking +vessel we have seen, and appears in very +good order.</p> + +<p>She had been about eighteen months in commission, +and had captured 16,000 slaves—nine different +vessels. But all the officers, with the exception of +the clerk-in-charge, and most of the crew had fallen +victims to the climate. Every one of her prizes had +been taken by falling upon them accidentally.</p> + +<p>It took us the remainder of the afternoon to supply +<span class='ships'>Dolphin</span> with provisions. Just as we had finished, a +small schooner was running past, and, although we +had our heads in the direction to cut her off, she did +not seem inclined either to shorten sail or show +colours.</p> + +<p>I directed a shot to be fired across her bows, which +happened to fall within a few yards of her; down +came her sails.</p> + +<p>It was the Portuguese schooner, <span class='ships'>San Igual</span>, 87 +tons, mounting two long nines, carrying 24 men. +The master, José Ferreira, with the usual cargo of +cloth and tobacco; only thirty-three days from the +Havana. She had been boarded by the <span class='ships'>Hyacinth</span>.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Dolphin</span> parted for Prince’s Island and we for +Quitta, where we got water, not particularly good.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 20.</div> + +<p>In the evening observed the vessels at anchor in +Whydah Roads. Whydah was formerly famous for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_238">[238]</span> +slaves, but owing to the great Fernandez not being +so active as he used to be, the slave captains prefer +Lagos.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 22.</div> + +<p>We found the <span class='ships'>Espartante</span>, a fine Brazilian brig, +250 tons, a crew of 17, mounting two long 12-pounders, +belonging to Bahia; the <span class='ships'>Julia</span>, a Portuguese +brig, Don Antonio Lavandeira, 94 tons, fitted +for the slave trade; and the <span class='ships'>Feliceades</span>, Don José +Iguanoda Costa, a fine brig, 176 tons, carrying 18 +men, with two 12-pounders. She was flying Portuguese +colours, and fitted for slaves.</p> + +<p>Finding nothing on which I could lay hands, ran +to the limits of my station and commenced working to +windward, to try our luck about forty miles off-shore.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 26.</div> + +<p>Having got as far as Cape St. Paul’s, went on to +Accra, the only civilised place. Sent the pinnace to +reconnoitre, and the cutter to Occo, another likely +place.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 29.</div> + +<p>Arrived off Accra. As it was thirteen miles to +the westward of our station, did not anchor. We +found no less than eleven vessels at anchor; among +them the <span class='ships'>Triumphant</span>, a French corvette, 900 tons, +mounting twenty-four long 32-pounders. She could +not sail, and was attended by a schooner, looking as +nice as paint and putty could make her.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>El Liberal</span> brought the account of our having +boarded her in Popoe Roads, about two hours after +the departure of the <span class='ships'>Dulcinea</span> with her cargo of slaves.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 30.</div> + +<p>The next morning we met the brig <span class='ships'>Enterprise</span>, +under Portuguese colours, the largest slaver on the +coast. De Souza, her master, is an intelligent, well-educated +young Spaniard, whose father is the owner +of half the slavers on the coast.</p> + +<p>In the evening at Senegal found two vessels, the +schooner <span class='ships'>Josephine</span> and <span class='ships'>Diligente</span> brig, at anchor off<span class="pagenum" id="Page_239">[239]</span> +Occo, both ready for embarkation of slaves. We +remained invisibly near for two days.</p> + +<p>The time allowed for the provisions in the boats +having expired, and the time of rendezvous at hand, +we were obliged to give it up.</p> + +<p>Found the <span class='ships'>Diligente</span>, a fine brig of 174 tons, +with her slave deck partly laid, water completed. +By way of deception the first two breakers that came +to hand (and which are generally tasted by the boarding +officer to ascertain if they are filled with fresh +water, if for ballast with salt) were found filled +with salt, the remainder fresh.</p> + +<p>The same attempt at deception was practised by +the <span class='ships'>Joseph</span> schooner.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 3.</div> + +<p>Fell in with the <span class='ships'>Fortuna</span>; she was coming to an +anchor in man-of-war style off Owye, as we were +standing in towards Quitta to pick up the boats.</p> + +<p>From the description I had received of the vessel, +I knew her the moment we saw her, and went on +board to see her Captain, José Antinio Barbozo, +being the same man who commanded the large slaver +<span class='ships'>Velo</span> when she fought the <span class='ships'>Primrose</span> in 1820. He +is a handsome, intelligent-looking man, a Biscayan. +He bore the marks of the action about him, having +but one arm.</p> + +<p>The <span class='ships'>Fortuna</span> is also a very handsome brig, in +beautiful order.</p> + +<p>Barbozo informed us of the <span class='ships'>Saracen’s</span> having +chased a schooner off Whydah, full of slaves, which, +however, got away. The <span class='ships'>Fortuna</span> observed the +<span class='ships'>Saracen</span> before the slaver, and made a private signal, +which enabled her to escape.</p> + +<p>Don José was civil. He pressed me to breakfast; +offered cigars, etc.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 6.</div> + +<p>This being the appointed day for our rendezvous,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_240">[240]</span> +we had no time to lose. We got there during the +night, and at daylight exchanged numbers with <span class='ships'>Scout</span> +and <span class='ships'>Saracen</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 7.</div> + +<p>The senior officer not coming in, we parted, but +not until <span class='ships'>Scout</span> had beaten us in a royal breeze on a +bowline, she being the same vessel that three years +ago we beat in the Mediterranean.</p> + +<p>Having more guns than we were likely to use, six +of them were sent below, where they were suspended +by chains on the lower deck to the midship stanchions, +to accelerate speed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 11.</div> + +<p>2 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—A sail reported on weather-bow; breeze +light and variable.</p> + +<p>It being a likely place, we immediately gave chase, +and, by tacking and manœuvring, at sunset we had +gained considerably on a fore-and-aft rigged schooner, +evidently trying to escape us. We were, however, +gaining considerably, but night came on and hid him +from our view.</p> + +<p>At Quitta we fell in with the <span class='ships'>Mansfield</span>, a Liverpool +palm-oil ship. Her master murdered two natives +in the Old Calabar river a few months back.</p> + +<p>All the trade for palm-oil and ivory is carried on +with the natives by means of barter, one merchant +supplying the natives with rum, clothes, etc.; not +being particular, the rum is frequently watered.</p> + +<p>The natives soon detected this, and thought they +had equal right to water their oil (forgetting it is +more easily discovered), and took alongside the +<span class='ships'>Mansfield</span> two small casks of oil mixed with water.</p> + +<p>Of course, when this was discovered, the casks +were returned to them with the usual allowance of +blows and abuse, which is on all occasions liberally +bestowed by skippers and mates on the unfortunate +negroes.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_241">[241]</span></p> + +<p>Unluckily for the two with the watered oil, brave +Captain Lillie came off from the shore, and got on +deck from the opposite side of the vessel before the +canoe was out of hail, and being indignant that the +blacks should have attempted to play off such a trick +on him, hailed the canoe to come alongside.</p> + +<p>The natives, knowing what they might expect, +gave way like devils for the shore. The skipper +then discharged a fowling-piece, which, being loaded +with small shot, had no effect; he then deliberately +loaded a musket, and with one shot killed both poor +fellows!</p> + +<p>In this part of the world murders are far too +often committed with impunity, and complaints are +made by the merchants that men-of-war afford trade +no protection.</p> + +<p>Of course the natives retaliate, and, what with +sickness and accidents, our merchant vessels generally +lose two-thirds of their crews.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 14.</div> + +<p>Arrived in West Bay. Completed water; sailed +the following day to join the senior officer off +Lagos.</p> + +<p>On arriving on the coast station, look-out men +are stationed at each masthead, one of the crew and +the other a Krooman, with the reward of a doubloon +for the one who should first see a sail that proved a +prize.</p> + +<p>We showed no lights at night; a small hole in +the binnacle was all that was allowed the helmsman. +We had one of the smartest signalmen I had met, +whom I supplied with a glass worthy of him.</p> + +<p>A sail to the north being announced, the signalman +went aloft and reported a square-rigged vessel +before the wind. On deck he expressed his opinion +that she was a man-of-war. We expected none from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_242">[242]</span> +that direction. He judged from the squareness of +her yards, and soon described her as an 18 gun sloop. +He had counted the cloths in her main topgallant +sail; later, when he could see the foreyard above the +horizon, he pronounced her as from home. I thought +this a rather strong assertion, and inquired: “How +the deuce he could tell?”</p> + +<p>He drew my attention to three mid-ship cloths of +the fore-topsail being discoloured.</p> + +<p>“What had that to do with it?”</p> + +<p>He explained that the look-out men were young +hands, and their stomachs could not stand the difference +of motion in a swell.</p> + +<p>She proved to be the <span class='ships'>Modeste</span>, 18, commanded by +Harry Eyres, just from home.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 20.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Lagos, having had but one chase since +leaving West Bay, and she proved to be <span class='ships'>Fair Rosamond</span>.</p> + +<p>Fell in with senior officer, and from him learned +our orders were to return home. What is very +provoking, they had been out some six months; I +had been promoted December 5, 1837. There was +also a letter from the Admiral, desiring me to proceed +to Spithead in October of last year!</p> + +<p>We found <span class='ships'>Scout</span>, <span class='ships'>Dolphin</span>, and <span class='ships'>Pelican</span>, with whom +we remained a day or two, to enable them to write +letters for England.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 22.</div> + +<p>Parted company, with orders from Popham to +join the Commander-in-Chief at Ascension.</p> + +<p>Arrived at Accra, and took in stock and other +necessaries. We got pretty well filled with parrots, +monkeys, tiger-cats, crown birds (a beautiful species +of crested stork), and all sorts of curiosities, dead +and alive.</p> + +<p>Our chief object in calling here was to take leave<span class="pagenum" id="Page_243">[243]</span> +of our friend Bannerman, whose kindness and attention +to the service nothing could exceed.</p> + +<p>The Danish Governor, Lieutenant Murck, paid +me a visit, and returned our parting salute.</p> + +<p>The time between quitting Accra and crossing the +“Line” was the only chance we had of picking up a +prize. South of the equator, if we found slavers, we +were forbidden to capture them.</p> + +<p>Although ordered home in October of last year, +and now a captain, I had nothing to show for it, and +was sent by Commander Brunswick Popham to join +the Commander-in-Chief at Ascension, in case he +might have letters for England.</p> + +<p>We had toiled much and caught nothing, and +were approaching the equator, on the south of which +slavers were free. On going below, I thought how +nice it would be if we could finish our commission by +the capture of one.</p> + +<p>I was awoke just before daylight by the officer of +the watch announcing something to leeward. Followed +him on deck with my Dollond, and took up a +position on the forecastle.</p> + +<p>There could be no mistake—the rake of her +masts, the small peak to her boom mainsail, the +perfect set of her sails.</p> + +<p>We had made all sail in chase, and were gaining +on her. Ordered an officer and prize crew to be +ready. At eight bells we had risen the foot of mainsail. +She altered course, which was in our favour.</p> + +<p>The wind fell. With fire-engine and fire-buckets +passed up, wetted our well-worn sails. She moved +slowly, with occasional airs; so did we.</p> + +<p>Night fell calm and dark. Ten o’clock, out +boats, and sent them in chase, with water and steering +compasses.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_244">[244]</span></p> + +<p>At 11.10 moon rose, bringing a light breeze. +Our brig, being light, skimmed over the water, as +did our chase. Having to hoist in boats, although +we kept in sight all the next day, we lost our chance.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 12.</div> + +<p>Called at Prince’s Island, watered ship, and took +leave of Madame Ferraz.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 29.</div> + +<p>Came to off Ascension. Found <span class='ships'>Fair Rosamond</span> +and <span class='ships'>Raven</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 1.</div> + +<p>Arrived <span class='ships'>Thalia</span>, with flag of Rear-Admiral Sir +Patrick Campbell, who, after receiving our Kroomen, +ordered us home.</p> + +<p>It appeared to me that while cruisers are not +allowed by treaties with Spain and Portugal to +capture vessels fitted for the slave trade without +slaves on board, we did more harm than good. +Along the coast negroes are brought from the interior +and confined in pens, and, when closely watched by +our cruisers, are frequently starved to death.</p> + +<p>If a slaver is captured with slaves on board, the +price rises on the other side of the Atlantic, which is +immediately followed by an increase in the number +of vessels that come out. Some of these vessels are +owned by the sons of wealthy Spaniards, who purchase +American clippers, easily fitted as slavers, who come +to the coast of Africa as much on pleasure as business.</p> + +<p>The little Spanish I picked up at Barcelona +enabled me to converse freely with these agreeable +young roués, who, if they did not carry slaves, easily +kept our cruisers employed by drawing their attention +from the coast to chase these yacht-like slavers. +They found matches in our fifteen cruisers.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 20.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Portsmouth.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 21.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Childers</span> inspected by Captain Dundas of <span class='ships'>Britannia</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 26.</div> + +<p>Visited by Rear-Admiral Superintendent the Hon. +Duncombe Bouverie. Ship paid off.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_245">[245]</span></p> + +<p>On <span class='ships'>Childers</span> going into dock, it was discovered +that seven feet of her false keel was partly athwart +ships, which accounts for the escape of several loaded +slavers. I <em>thought</em> she sailed better on one tack than +on the other.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_246">[246]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXII">CHAPTER XXII</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">England</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1838. +June.</div> + +<p>In this book I profess to write my sailor life only. +But what I laughed at as a boy I now regret as a +man, and the next few pages may be skipped.</p> + +<p>Now my own master, lodging in Charles Street, +Berkeley Square, and attached to the staff of the +Duke of Sussex. I renewed my acquaintance with +General Sir John Crosbie, who had arrived for the +season, in Lower Grosvenor Street, with his handsome +family.</p> + +<p>On June 14 I attained my twenty-ninth year; +was franked to Epsom in a hansom by my brother +officer, Lord Frederick Gordon. At Prince Esterhazy’s +ball the following night, and to that of the +Queen on the 18th, the anniversary of Waterloo.</p> + +<p>I see, too, that having dined with Maynard at +Knightsbridge Barracks one Sunday evening, we +adjourned to Limmer’s, where we were joined by +Lord Waterford and three drags fresh from a whitebait +dinner at Greenwich. We got involved in a +row in Conduit Street, and I passed the night in +Marlborough Street Station.</p> + +<p>Next morning three others as well as myself were +had up before the sitting magistrate and fined £5 +each, which I could ill afford; but the most unpleasant<span class="pagenum" id="Page_247">[247]</span> +part was our names appearing in the papers +next day under the heading of “Ruffianism in High +Life.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 28.</div> + +<p>I was present in Westminster Abbey at the +coronation of our most gracious Majesty, Queen +Victoria, on June 28. A splendid spectacle. It +was of further interest to see the peeresses putting +on their coronets, taking time from Her Majesty. +Amongst them was my sister Anne, who was made +Countess of Leicester on the accession of the Queen.</p> + +<p>The following day I was at a full-dress ball given +by Lady Lansdowne to the Foreign Ambassadors. +There I saw, talking together, Marshal Soult, Prince +Talleyrand, and the Duke of Wellington.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July.</div> + +<p>Early in July was at a very jolly party given +at the Star and Garter, Richmond, by the famous +sculptor, Sir Francis Chantrey.</p> + +<p>On the 5th dined with Charlie Napier, it being +the anniversary of his victory over Don Miguel’s +fleet.</p> + +<p>On July 6 attended the Duke of Sussex to a full-dress +ball given by Marshal Soult, who had come +as special Ambassador, to represent France at the +Queen’s coronation. Duke of Wellington there.</p> + +<p>About this time was troubled with a violent +cough, which spoilt my fun, and obliged me to +forego the Lord Mayor’s and other entertainments. +All other remedies failing, decided on change of air, +and a visit to my late Chief, Admiral Sir Josias +Rowley, in Ireland. Started by rail to Birmingham, +and dined at Liverpool the same evening, although +we had to coach some forty miles, the line not being +then complete. I got rid of my cough <i lang='fr'>en route</i>. +So much for change of air.</p> + +<p>Passed an agreeable week at Mount Campbell<span class="pagenum" id="Page_248">[248]</span> +with the Rowleys, a lovely spot on the banks of the +Shannon, returning by the Sligo mail to Dublin.</p> + +<p>Sir John Crosbie left London for Watergate at +the end of July, taking me with him for the +Goodwood week. Sir Joseph Hawley, who joined +at the same time, owned the <span class='ships'>Mischief</span> yacht, and +invited the Watergate party for a cruise.</p> + +<p>We embarked at Portsmouth for Cowes Regatta, +the General and his daughters landing each evening +to sleep at Portsmouth, Cowes, Southampton, or +wherever the yacht happened to be.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August.</div> + +<p>After a charming cruise we returned to Watergate. +Having landed the Crosbies, Hawley and I +went round the coast, touching at Dover, where I +visited my friends the Rices, at Dane Court, their +eldest son Edward having been with me in the +<span class='ships'>Childers</span>.</p> + +<p>Continuing our cruise, we anchored in Holkham +Bay on October 24. Landed on the beach and +walked up to the house, making our unexpected +appearance just in time for dinner.</p> + +<p>The wind still continuing fresh from the westward, +we sailed for Antwerp and Flushing, and anchored +the following evening between the two, going on by +rail to Brussels, where we spent three pleasant days, +meeting the Montagues, Ranelagh, and others.</p> + +<p>There being no chance of a change of wind, +Hawley, who was anxious to get to the Mediterranean, +decided on proceeding to Italy through +France, and offered to frank me, which I was too +much of a spoon to accept.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec.</div> + +<p>I spent the next fortnight in London, like a man +about to do something desperate. One day I walked +to the Stud House, fourteen miles, to dinner.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1839. +Feb. 16.</div> + +<p>Got my father to apply to the Archbishop of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_249">[249]</span> +Canterbury for a special license, which he granted, +conferring his blessing on me at the same time.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 21.</div> + +<p>The General, with Georgie and Kate Crosbie, +arrived at the Brunswick Hotel from Watergate.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 25.</div> + +<p>Kate and I were married at St. George’s, Hanover +Square. My father gave the breakfast. We took +our departure for Hastings, sitting behind two pairs +of Mr. Newman’s greys.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 25.</div> + +<p>We went to the Birthday Drawing-room, afterwards +to the Master of Horse’s full-dress official +dinner.</p> + +<p>We were at the Queen’s ball, London. Almack’s +was seldom missed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 18.</div> + +<p>Attended the wedding of Sara Crosbie and Sir +Joseph Hawley at St. George’s, Hanover Square.</p> + +<p>Returned by mail to Portsmouth; went on alone +to Plymouth to see my old friend and Captain, Lord +John Churchill, just ready for sea in the <span class='ships'>Druid</span>, my +old shipmates, George Goldsmith and Jonas Coaker, +both belonging to her.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August.</div> + +<p>We went on a visit to my cousins the Delmés at +Cams. While there, established a friendship with +Captain Sir Francis Collier—extraordinary good +story-teller.</p> + +<p>Invited to meet the Duke of Sussex at Southwick. +Frank Collier among the guests.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 20.</div> + +<p>Took Henry Coke to Gosport, where he became +one of “Burney’s Bulldogs” preparatory to entering +the Navy.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 21.</div> + +<p>Took temporarily a house at Wells.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 28.</div> + +<p>Returned to Droxford; arranging future home; +thence to London.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 30.</div> + +<p>A day of troubles. On arrival in Arlington +Street, found letters from my sister Anne, announcing +the unexpected confinement of my wife, whose life<span class="pagenum" id="Page_250">[250]</span> +had been spared, but not that of the child. Got to +the post-office, Lombard Street, as the Cambridge +mail was coming out <em>full</em>. Told cabman to follow +the mail, which he did for three miles before it +stopped at the Pot and Flower.</p> + +<p>Offered £5 for a place. It being the last day of +the month, the mail was unusually heavy with newspapers +and monthly publications. The guard allowed +me to stand on the iron step till we reached Cambridge. +It was bitterly cold, with snow falling. +At Cambridge I got an outside place on the pair-horse +mail to Lynn, and so to Wells, where I arrived +exhausted. Found wife better than I expected. +The small body had been taken to Wareham by my +brother Tom, where I went next day and saw the +child in its coffin.</p> + +<p>In the afternoon Tom and I dug a hole in his +garden, where my little Rufus was buried.</p> + +<p>The engagement of the Queen to Prince Albert +of Saxe-Coburg was announced on November 23.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">[251]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXIII">CHAPTER XXIII</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap">Shore Time</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1840. +Jan. 20.</div> + +<p>Left Holkham with wife for Watergate while +Droxford was being made habitable.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 3.</div> + +<p>Jack Crosbie, who was laid up in bed, gave me +a mount with Wyndham’s hounds. Meet at +Aldsworth Bridge: found at Stanstead; through +Watergate and Up Park; killed at the Semaphore, +West Marden; fast run, forty minutes, Jack’s horse +distinguishing himself.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 10.</div> + +<p>Queen’s wedding-day. My father and brother +George present. Had a mount on Bill Crosbie’s +Brown Windsor. Meet at Aldsworth Bridge.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 3.</div> + +<p>General Crosbie, wife, and self dined at Goodwood +to meet the Duke of Cambridge.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 28.</div> + +<p>Went to London. Lunched next day with father +at Buckingham Palace.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 9.</div> + +<p>Invitation for wife and self to the Queen’s ball. +To London by “Yeoman” coach. Dined with father, +and so to the ball.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 25.</div> + +<p>Returned to Watergate. Rode with Frank +Collier to see Southwick, which had been completely +burnt down. The loss to Mr. Thistlewaite fully +£25,000, independent of insurance.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 1.</div> + +<p>To Winchester, by train to London. Attended +committee at our failing Old Naval Club in Bond +Street.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_252">[252]</span></p> + +<p>On returning, our train, stopping at the curve, +Fareham, was run into by an engine at full speed. +Many hurt, but no lives lost, three empty horse-boxes, +going for racers from Ascot, receiving the +first shock. Lord Saltoun bruised; Colonel Lambert +cut about the face. Got late to Droxford.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 22.</div> + +<p>Found my small groom, George, nearly exhausted, +hanging on a high gate, caught by the leg; was only +just in time to rescue him.</p> + +<p>During these last two years enjoyed sport with +the Garniers, Delmés, Sloane-Stanleys, Crosbies, and +many others, never, if I could help it, missing a day’s +hunting.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 28.</div> + +<p>At Cams. Goodwood week. To races on Delmé’s +drag. The Cup won by Duke of Orleans’ Beggarman.</p> + +<p>The best week ever known. My father gave me +a cheque for £50, which I dropped riding home. +Sent a man to look for it; he found the cheque on +the road, four miles away, the envelope having been +torn off.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 1.</div> + +<p>Walked from Watergate to Droxford and back—fifteen +miles each way.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 15.</div> + +<p>Lady Farnham arrived. On coming down to +dinner she called out, “Ninety-five, and all alive!”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 23.</div> + +<p>With George Payne to Rugby.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 24.</div> + +<p>Some good rabbit-shooting at Lord Denbigh’s, +Newnham Paddox.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 25.</div> + +<p>By rail to grand musical festival at Birmingham. +Went to see Warwick Castle, which I thought +second only to Windsor.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 13.</div> + +<p>At Lord Denbigh’s, after shooting, tried to drive +seven deer that had got out of the park. Got a fine +buck in; does will follow.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 20.</div> + +<p>Lark across country to Dunchurch, I riding Sir +Grey Skipwith’s young Belzoni horse.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_253">[253]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 20.</div> + +<p>We went on a visit to the Stud House.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 21.</div> + +<p>Express sent to father to go to Buckingham +Palace. He returned in the afternoon, having been +present at the birth of the Princess Royal.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 22.</div> + +<p>With my father to Buckingham Palace. Ate +cake and drank caudle.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 2.</div> + +<p>Visited the Seymours at Hampton Court.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 3.</div> + +<p>Brother George arrived at Stud House, giving +account of a man having been found at midnight in +a room adjoining the Queen’s bedroom.</p> + +<p>The bones of the great Napoleon arrived in +France.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 9.</div> + +<p>With my father to the cattle show, Lord Spencer, +Duke of Richmond, and farmers overhauling fat beasts.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 21.</div> + +<p>We started for Warwickshire, father, who never +risked his life on a railway, paying for our posters. +Found a large family party at Newbold.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Christmas +Day.</div> + +<p>Six of Sir Grey Skipwith’s sons and as many +daughters at dinner.</p> + +<p>Skating in forenoon. Walked to Leamington—fifteen +miles—where General and family were staying. +Put up by Lindsay.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1841. +Jan. 1</div> + +<p>Mount on Sir Grey’s young horse, with the +Atherstane. Meet at the “Three Cocks”; fast +thing of thirty minutes; some pretty jumping.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 11.</div> + +<p>To Leamington for wife to consult Jephson, the +famous surgeon.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 13.</div> + +<p>Got another mount; meet with the Atherstane.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 17.</div> + +<p>To Warwick Races.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 18.</div> + +<p>To steeplechase near Offchurch. Sullivan, Maddocks, +and Beauchamp in the brook.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 20.</div> + +<p>Back at Droxford. No place like home.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 1.</div> + +<p>To Milletts’ to dinner; sending wheelbarrow for +traps. My wife’s health obliged us at once to go +abroad, without means to do so; but we went.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_254">[254]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 25.</div> + +<p>At Aix-la-Chapelle met my respected Chief, Hyde +Parker, and had some pleasant walks with him.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 31.</div> + +<p>At Bonn saw some curious things in the museum; +also a vault under the church: about a score of +dead monks laid in rows. They were well preserved, +having been kept so by no other means, our +guide informed us, than “God’s will,” owing to +their sacred calling. They had been there 300 years, +and were disgusting to look at.</p> + +<p>Without means for travelling comfortably, obliged +to do much by river.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 23.</div> + +<p>Baden-Baden. A man in the Kursaal shook +hands with me, because I looked so “devilish like +one of the family.” It was my brother Bury, whom +I had not seen for twelve years. His wife Fanny +looking so pretty, and but little altered.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 24.</div> + +<p>Dined with Bury—a good English dinner. Went +to hell afterwards, and lost forty-five francs.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 26.</div> + +<p>Early to hell, losing seventy-five francs. Took +leave of Baden-Baden. Started by <em>another</em> dirty +steamer for Wiesbaden, thence home.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 29.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Dover. Detained two hours at the +Custom House, because I would not pay a land-shark +to clear my luggage.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 31.</div> + +<p>Goodwood races. To my regret could not go. +Missed meeting father, whose horse “Ralph” won +the Drawing-room and Produce Stakes, and with a +colt by “Taurus,” the Racing Stakes. He most +likely would have tipped me!</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_255">[255]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXIV">CHAPTER XXIV</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap"><span class='ships'>Dido</span> Corvette</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1841. +Aug.</div> + +<p>Heard from an old friend that a Captain, junior to +myself, had declined an offer of the <span class='ships'>Dido</span>. I had +homes in plenty, but these could not last; my wife +handsome and charming—we were welcomed everywhere; +but my means were small.</p> + +<p>I went to the General, explained matters, which he +had long foreseen. While he lived, my wife, without +encumbrances, would never be without a home; +but he could not live for ever.</p> + +<p>I wrote to Lord Minto: “Understanding a junior +had declined an appointment to the <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, I should be +too glad to take her or anything else.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 31.</div> + +<p>By the end of the month I was appointed to the +<span class='ships'>Dido</span>, 18, 734 tons—a beautiful corvette, one of +Symonds’ best.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 3.</div> + +<p>Hurried to Sheerness, where I found my kind +friend, Vice-Admiral Sir Henry Digby, K.C.B., and +Lady Andover, in command.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 4.</div> + +<p>Hoisted the pennant—<span class='ships'>Dido</span> in commission. Sheerness +was hardly the place for lodging or accommodation, +but the Lieutenant at the dockyard gates kindly took +wife and self in. We were always welcome at the +Admiral’s table.</p> + +<p>The Captain-Superintendent, Sir John Hill, was a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_256">[256]</span> +fine old seaman, but ignorant of dockyard work. +He had found favour with the Duke of Wellington +in assisting the landing of troops in Portugal.</p> + +<p>My father, who commanded the Norfolk Militia, +was here when the mutiny broke out in 1797, and +was in charge of the ringleader who had assumed the +name of Admiral Richard Parker. He was executed +on June 30 with the principal ringleaders. Many +had escaped, but orders issued for their apprehension +wherever caught. I was told that more seamen were +hanged than had been in the mutiny.</p> + +<p>Our Admiral’s house, although it loomed large, +had but small accommodation; the dining-room was +the largest, and the table always full. The guests +kept a one-horse fly continually moving half an hour +before dinner.</p> + +<p>But to return to my <span class='ships'>Dido</span>. She was in an uncovered +dock, masts out, no copper on; rudder in a +shed repairing, and 9 feet water in the hold.</p> + +<p>I soon found that one of the warrant officers was +devoid of intelligence. Having selected a smart +man, applied for an exchange, but was informed +that he was under a cloud: strongly suspected of +having set fire to the dockyard, that he might get +credit for his exertions in extinguishing it. Preferring +a rogue to a fool, I succeeded in getting him +appointed. The first thing he did was to bore a hole +in <span class='ships'>Dido’s</span> bottom and run the water off.</p> + +<p>Subsequently, in China, the Commander-in-Chief, +Sir Thomas Cochrane, promoted him to the flag ship. +No carpenter in the fleet could trace a better white +line on a ship’s side.</p> + +<p>Eleven ships fitting at Chatham made it difficult +to volunteer a crew; but with a zealous and good +set of officers we managed to get on.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_257">[257]</span></p> + +<p>We had the grand old <span class='ships'>Vengeur</span> for our hulk, but +were turned over later (to make room for a larger +ship) to the <span class='ships'>Shannon</span>, of <span class='ships'>Chesapeake</span> fame.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 18.</div> + +<p>Our marines joined: we fast assumed a respectable +appearance, and my old shipmate and friend, +Bulman, later purser of <span class='ships'>Childers</span>, assumed importance.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 8.</div> + +<p>We were mustered by Captain Sir Thomas Trowbridge, +a Lord of the Admiralty.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 26.</div> + +<p>Sent Mr. Boyle, mate, to Lynn to raise men.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 27.</div> + +<p>Went on a visit to the Romneys at the Mote, +Maidstone.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 10.</div> + +<p>Heard of birth of the Prince of Wales. I little +knew then, what a kind good friend I was subsequently +to find in H.R.H. Arthur Noad joined; +we had been shipmates ever since I left the Naval +College. There was a fine old pilot at Sheerness +named Taylor, with whom wife and I lodged. +Taylor told me he had piloted 1400 men-of-war, +of which 215 were ships of the line.</p> + +<p>Admiral shifted his flag from white at the fore to +blue at the main, which was saluted.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 25.</div> + +<p>We were doing our best to have ship ready by +December 1. Men had joined. We were getting +on rapidly in the basin. Anchors and chain cables +were close at hand.</p> + +<p>Symonds’ formation of the hull of the <span class='ships'>Dido</span> was +perfect, and with so great a beam that she required +no ballast.</p> + +<p>Sir John Hill, expecting the Board of Admiralty +down, ordered me to cross topgallant yards, which +were stopped up and down the lower rigging. I +suggested that with an empty, whitewashed hold, +chain cables, anchors, and water-tanks on shore alongside, +it would be unseamanlike to cross topgallant +yards; at which Superintendent got angry, and asked<span class="pagenum" id="Page_258">[258]</span> +how I dared to disobey his orders. I replied hastily +that I did not care a straw about his orders while the +flag was flying. He went straight to the Admiral’s +office. I was sent for. Inquiry took place. Decision: +That the Captain Superintendent was wrong, +and that I was disrespectful. We became great +friends before parting.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 23.</div> + +<p>Abbott, First Lieutenant, promoted. Glad as I +was at the promotion of my friend Abbott, it was a +sad loss to <span class='ships'>Dido</span>. Applied for Tottenham. Had no +time left to select a proper man, which gave me more +work than I anticipated.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 25.</div> + +<p>Board of Admiralty arrived: Sir George Seymour, +Mr. Corry, Captain Brandreth, and Mr. Giffard, +Secretary. Good fellows. Met them at the +Admiral’s table. They inspected dockyard, and +admired <span class='ships'>Dido</span> much. Luncheon with Sir John Hill.</p> + +<p>Fitting rapidly, good seamen having joined.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 1.</div> + +<p>Hauled out of basin; took in moorings.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 7.</div> + +<p>Saluted my kind Chief on leaving the harbour.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 8.</div> + +<p>Ran through the Downs following day. Wind +headed and freshened into a gale; took shelter with +some 300 merchant vessels under Dungeness. Light +bore west-south-west. No means of communication +with the shore.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 14.</div> + +<p>Weather more moderate; wind veered to north-west. +The whole fleet of merchant vessels got under +way. Having secured a snug in-shore berth, we could +not manage to be the first to get away. Weighed, +and started under topsails, jib, and spanker, although +the crowd caused much difficulty in keeping clear.</p> + +<p>In addition to large trading-ships, there were fast +clipper fruit vessels, the skippers amusing themselves +by taking the wind out of other vessels’ sails. When +outside, we were a mass of canvas about three miles<span class="pagenum" id="Page_259">[259]</span> +long by one in breadth. I imagined the beautiful +appearance of my <span class='ships'>Dido</span> was the cause of so many +vessels keeping near. On the weather bow was a +decrepit collier, a fruit-clipper having taken the wind +out of her headsails. She was taken aback and got +stern-way. We had no room to bear up, but squared +the main yard to caution those astern. When I +rushed forward, our bompkin was hanging by its +rigging, and all the collier’s crew, with the exception +of the man at the helm, who had only one leg, +clambering on to our forecastle.</p> + +<p>The brig had paid off; we, or, rather, she, had +cut her own stern off, leaving a full view of her +captain’s cabin. On the foremost bulkhead was suspended +a pewter pot, a clay pipe, and a shore-going +hat. The table was still standing with pewter No. 2 +on it.</p> + +<p>A freshening breeze enabled the ships to open out. +We sent a cutter with the necessary hands to repair +damages. The difficulty was to catch the vessel. +The one-legged helmsman had no control; up in +the wind for a minute, she would pay off and run +before it.</p> + +<p>When our carpenter’s crew got to work, they +found the woodwork of her stern so rotten that she +could not hold the nails which were driven in. We +had to secure the tarpaulin over the remains of +the stern. Her cargo of coal was exposed. It was +sunset before we got her into Folkestone. Luckily, +with wind off shore, the sea went down.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 18</div> + +<p>Ran into Spithead in a thick fog. Saluted as soon +as it was clear enough to see the flag.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 23.</div> + +<p>Admiral Sir Edward Codrington, G.C.B., having +kindly sent his tender off, took leave of wife. Sailed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 25.</div> + +<p>Arrived in Plymouth Sound. At Elliot the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_260">[260]</span> +tailors found a big youngster, Edward Rice, with a +big dog, ready to join. Find, living here, my old +friend of the 98th, Eyre, and his charming wife, who +took me in.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">1842. +Jan. 2.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Volage</span> and <span class='ships'>Serpent</span> sailed for China.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 12.</div> + +<p>Further inquiry about the brig that ran us down +off Dungeness. However, it was satisfactorily made +out that it was her own fault, and suspicious that +they only wanted to get the insurance.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 20.</div> + +<p>Accompanied Eyre to the Calmadys, and stopped +two days.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 23.</div> + +<p>Among shore friends was Frank Sheridan, brother +of Mrs. Norton, a universal favourite. He was +certainly the handsomest, as well as the most accomplished, +member of that remarkable family of +brothers and sisters—with more real wit, even, than +his brother Charles. He had been appointed +Treasurer of the Mauritius, and, as I had to call at +the Cape, I requested the pleasure of his company +that far. My cabin was roomy, and I could easily +swing two cots.</p> + +<p>My other friend, Granville Loch, lately promoted +to rank of Captain—full of zeal, but being too junior +for a command—was glad to accompany me to China. +There were a few troublesome people who rather +objected to Frank’s leaving the country, and who +came down to Plymouth to look after him.</p> + +<p>While at Plymouth, Frank was the guest of +Henry Eden, Flag-Captain to Admiral Sir Graham +Moore, G.C.B., a younger brother of late General Sir +John Moore. By way of assisting them, I arranged +with Gran. Loch that he and Frank should put themselves +one fine night into the Falmouth Mail, which, +on its way from London, pulled up to drop the +Plymouth bags. At daylight, by a strange coincidence,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_261">[261]</span> +they found the pretty <span class='ships'>Dido</span> hove to off the +mouth of Falmouth Harbour.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 27.</div> + +<p>A fine young man, John Connell, found to have +smallpox badly. Pleasant, very, in our crowded state.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 31.</div> + +<p>5 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Poor Connell died. Got up from dinner, +read funeral service, and committed the body to the +deep.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 5.</div> + +<p>Half the ship in quarantine. Moved the assistant-surgeon +from youngsters’ mess to my own, Gran. +Loch not thinking much of the arrangement. Frank +Sheridan, enjoying his distress at contagion, <em>would</em> +shake hands with both.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 10.</div> + +<p>Poor little Jos. Rowley fell from masthead, striking +spare main topsail yard as he fell overboard. Was +motionless until picked up. Wonderful recovery an +hour afterwards.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 13.</div> + +<p>Arrived at St. Jago. Filled up with water. Was +here in 1824, and again in 1827, when with others I +caught fever. No improvement in the place since +first visit.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 18.</div> + +<p>Preparations making to receive Neptune. Griffins +talking of resistance.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 20.</div> + +<p>Sunday. An unfortunate shark was rash enough +to swallow a piece of pork with a hook and chain +attached. After affording much sport he died.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 22.</div> + +<p>Crossing the “Line,” Neptune shaved 160 victims. +Sent letters by the <span class='ships'>Dale Park</span>. Odd that <span class='ships'>Dale Park</span> +should be close to Watergate.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 26.</div> + +<p>Cases of smallpox recovering.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 18.</div> + +<p>Our run to-day 235 miles.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 21.</div> + +<p>Broke up quarantine establishment, three weeks +having elapsed since the recovery of the last case of +smallpox.</p> + +<p>10 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Anchored in Simon’s Bay.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 22.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Apollo</span>, <span class='ships'>Belleisle</span>, and <span class='ships'>Sapphire</span> here with 98th<span class="pagenum" id="Page_262">[262]</span> +Regiment—Colonel Colin Campbell—and other +troops for China.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 23.</div> + +<p>Drove tandem to Cape Town with Gran. Loch. +The Farmers Peck alive and well.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 24.</div> + +<p>No end of kindness and attention from old friends. +Breakfasted with the Lorentzs; called on the General +and Judge Burton, with whom I stayed on landing +from the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span> in 1828.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 26.</div> + +<p>Finding a vessel sailing for Mauritius, took leave +of dear old Frank Sheridan; put him on board and +sailed.</p> + +<p>Rifle practice at albatrosses, which must be +cruising full 1600 miles from land. Cold, pleasant +weather.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 27.</div> + +<p>A pleasant gale, scudding under close-reefed main +topsail.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 1.</div> + +<p>As many fools to-day as there were yesterday.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 5.</div> + +<p>My <span class='ships'>Dido</span> fast, but very wet, shipping seas fore +and aft. Hatches battened down.</p> + +<p>4 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Arrived within limits of East Indian +station, having passed 66th degree of longitude.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 6.</div> + +<p>Shot a large gull, which measured 7 feet from tip +to tip of wings; it was not an albatross.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 11.</div> + +<p>Our run to-day 262 miles.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 18.</div> + +<p>Last evening my old friend Bulman fell through +a small hatchway and broke a rib; had him put into +a cot in my cabin (he never left it alive).</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 24.</div> + +<p>Daylight made Christmas Island, having run +5500 miles without seeing land. Towards evening +several boobies settled about the rigging. One +vomited a large flying-fish, which Jim Hunt cooked +and devoured.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 26.</div> + +<p>Java Head at last. More than three long months +from Plymouth; and to think that ours should be +considered a quick passage!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_263">[263]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 27.</div> + +<p>In the straits of Sunda.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 29.</div> + +<p>Last night, while running to the northward with +a light three-knot breeze, a most curious and unaccountable +noise was heard, apparently from outside; +it lasted two hours. Carpenter examined, but it +baffled every attempt at discovery.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 30.</div> + +<p>My worthy old friend Bulman departed this life. +In him I have lost a real friend. I never knew a +more honourable man in the strictest sense of the +word.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 1.</div> + +<p>Read funeral service and committed poor Bulman’s +remains to the deep, marines firing three +volleys.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 7.</div> + +<p>Warlike symptoms on approaching Singapore. +Roads full of ships. Transports with soldiers in +plenty. Anchored in the afternoon. It was with +pain I broke to Gran. Loch the death of his mother, +which I had read in the newspaper.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 8.</div> + +<p>Dined with Bonham. Nice quiet dinner in cool +situation on the hill.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 10.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Serpent</span> arrived, having sailed from England three +weeks before us. Prepared a tiffin for my old friend +of <span class='ships'>Magicienne</span> days, Bonham.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 11.</div> + +<p>Refitted. Sky sail and masts up. Got under +way. Met <span class='ships'>Thalia</span> coming, she having sailed five +weeks before us.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 12.</div> + +<p>Sailing up the Chinese Sea. Poor Chinese! They +require a little conceit taken out of them, and, as it +must be, I have no objection to lend a hand.</p> + +<p>The snakes in these seas are black, and porpoises +white or flesh-colour; everything different from +other parts of the world.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 14.</div> + +<p>Boarded a barque from Hong Kong. Expedition +to proceed north on arrival of troops, now not far +from us.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_264">[264]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 30.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Hong Kong. Visited senior officer, +Sir Thomas Herbert.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_265'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_265.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Hong Kong.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<div class="sidenote">May 31.</div> + +<p>Visited the Plenipotentiary, Sir Henry Pottinger, +General Sir Hugh Gough, and the Resident. <span class='ships'>Thalia</span> +and <span class='ships'>Harlequin</span> arrived.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 1.</div> + +<p>Rose early and walked over a great part of the +island with Major Cain, Head Magistrate; sharp +work for first walk—about fifteen miles.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 2.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Belleisle</span>, with General Lord Saltoun and 98th +Regiment arrived; was glad to meet my friends with +whom I had been so much at the Cape. Dined with +Brigadier Burville on board <span class='ships'>Moira</span>.</p> + +<p>Among those whose acquaintance I made and +served with afterwards on the staff of the Plenipotentiary +was Harry Parkes. Included in the staff +was a clever German missionary, by name Gütslarfe. +He was obliging to every one. Sailors are prone to +give nicknames, and our friend rejoiced in that of +“Happy Bowels.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 3.</div> + +<p>Took Rice and Armytage with me in Company’s +steamer <span class='ships'>Hooghly</span> to Macao. Found there nephew +Henry Coke, with Mr. Kerr, merchant, at whose +house I dined and slept. Rode after dinner across +the barrier.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 4.</div> + +<p>Returned to Hong Kong. My old friend and +shipmate, Grey Skipwith, was now on board the +<span class='ships'>Cornwallis</span>, and from him I received a note, advising +me to lose no time in joining the flag.</p> + +<p>I had to take charge of convoy transports, with +the <span class='ships'>Serpent</span> for whipper-in. There was a nice breeze +through the Formosa Channel.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 7.</div> + +<p>To keep company with my fleet I had to lower +topsails on to the cap.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 9.</div> + +<p>Copy of a proclamation issued by Mandarin Linn:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">[265]</span></p> + +<p>“Reward for the taking alive a commanding<span class="pagenum" id="Page_266">[266]</span> +officer and the chief commander of a great ship of +war is $5000—also for the murder of a Barbarian +officer; one-third of the above for arresting him.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 12.</div> + +<p>Expecting to make the flag of the Commander-in-Chief, +I came up with a convoy at anchor, under +Frederick Grey in <span class='ships'>Endymion</span>, who caused me to +anchor and join company; so spoilt my little game +of joining flag in time for Chusan.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 14.</div> + +<p>Arrived with both convoys off Chusan. <span class='ships'>Endymion</span> +having no orders to proceed, anchored outside. Had +the painful satisfaction of hearing heavy cannonading +in which I could take no part.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_267'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_267.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption><span class='ships'>Dido</span> at Chusan.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>6 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Saluted flag, but found I was just in time +to be too late to share in the capture of Woosung.</p> + +<p>In future movements the General paid me the +compliment of preferring my six-oared gig to one of +the transport boats.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Woosung, June, 17.</div> + +<p>Landed a party to assist in destruction of forts +and Government buildings. Dined with Admiral Sir +William Parker.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 18.</div> + +<p>Waterloo Day. General Sir Hugh Gough landed +in my gig, when I witnessed the horrors of war. +Mutilated carcases of men and horses by hundreds.</p> + +<p>Houses burning, villages deserted, etc. Struck by +the prevalent feeling so strong for destruction.</p> + +<p>Sir Hugh Gough, attended by a small staff and +orderlies of his favourite regiment, the 18th Royal +Irish—I mounted on his pony—directed an orderly +to ascertain whether a Chinaman separated from +others was dead or alive. The corporal turned the +body over with his bayonet in it, answering, “Did, +your Honour,” which he certainly was <em>then</em>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 19.</div> + +<p>Flag hoisted on board <span class='ships'>Medusa</span>. Ordered by +Admiral to accompany him in the gig, and to land +forces to attack forts at Shanghai, which were easily +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_268">[268]</span> +carried. Brass guns embarked, iron ones spiked, +trunnions knocked off. Town taken possession of. +All this on the Sabbath!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 20.</div> + +<p>Further expedition up the river with steamers. +No opposition for sixty miles. Country thickly +populated, and natives astonished rather.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 23.</div> + +<p>Troops at Woosung were re-embarked. Preparing +for further advance up the Yang-tse-Kiang.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_269">[269]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXV">CHAPTER XXV</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—China</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1842. +July 6.</div> + +<p>The force collected at Woosung to proceed up the +Yang-tse-Kiang consisted of seventy-three sail, men-of-war +and transport, three of them being line-of-battle +ships. The whole, anchored in single line—with +room to swing, required space. It was a +beautiful sight. On a signal from Flag for fleet to +weigh, in a few minutes you would see a white +cloud, three miles in extent, moving up the river. +While the seamen went aloft to loose sails, troops +manned sheets and halyards. Wind heading, the +reverse took place, and a forest of masts succeeded +the white cloud.</p> + +<p>The half-dozen small steamers were constantly on +the move surveying. The smaller craft were detached +in various directions to collect cattle and other +food for the use of the fleet.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 12.</div> + +<p>Weighed with my division at 4 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> with a fair +wind, the whole fleet making considerable progress. +The land getting hilly, and assuming a much more +interesting appearance.</p> + +<p>Started in gig for the flagship. Slashing tide: +missed <span class='ships'>Cornwallis</span>, and got on board <span class='ships'>Belleisle</span>. +Took every opportunity of seeing my old friends +of 98th, with its new Colonel, Colin Campbell.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_270">[270]</span> +Regiments on the Indian station were allowed a +double set of officers, so I had many fresh friends +to make. Surveying steamers sent ahead reported +being fired upon from Golden Island.</p> + +<p>It would take a thick volume to describe all the +incidents that occurred during the progress of the +force up the river. It was slow, and communication +was kept up by signals and boats. The fleet brought +up off Chiang Kiang-Fu on the 19th, and disembarkation +commenced.</p> + +<p>Gran. Loch managed to ford the ditch, some 50 +feet wide, close to the West Gate, which was afterwards +blown in by bags of powder attached.</p> + +<p>The ends of works form a hexagon shape.</p> + +<p>Inside, where John Chinaman had felt himself +so secure with his walls and ditch, I saw them +the next morning in small heaps, dead, with +blackened faces, and cards in their hands. I could +not make out whether the game was whist or +baccarat.</p> + +<p>On going through the town, there were piles of +dead Chinese soldiers at the corners of the streets. +While contemplating one of these heaps, a body +sprang up and performed a somersault: it was a +Chinese soldier whose fuse had reached his magazine. +It takes three of them to serve a musket. One +carries a crutch, another loads, a third takes aim +and fires.</p> + +<p>The place was full of food, which no one knew +better where to find than the thieves. When boats +landed from men-of-war to pick up wounded, the +Chinamen were made to deposit their loads of loot +in the boats.</p> + +<p>Nanking was next to be reached, and <span class='ships'>Dido</span> was +sent in advance to prevent communication with the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_271">[271]</span> +north side of the river. Our ships were now swarming +with rats, and crews getting unhealthy.</p> + +<p>In spite of the fall of the great city of Chiang +Kiang-Fu, the chiefs were determined not to stop +until they had invested Nanking.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 27.</div> + +<p>Started with Hall in <span class='ships'>Nemesis</span> on a foraging expedition. +The best plan was to catch a fat Chinaman, +generally the chief of a village. The people +always pleaded poverty as an excuse. Having +dropped on to a chief such as I have described, I +gave him until 4 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> to supply twenty-five bullocks +or have his tail cut off, which had the desired effect.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Dido’s</span> boats were now away at night searching +junks lying up creeks, to see they did not contain +soldiers. Coming across a lot which appeared likely +to be used for the conveyance of troops and stores, +tried to examine one. Seeing a rope over the side, +I climbed up near to the entrance-port, when the rope +was let go from inside, and I fell across the gunwale +of my boat.</p> + +<p>I was placed at the bottom, suffering great pain, +and taken back to the <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, three miles off. When +alongside, believing my back to be broken, requested +to be allowed to die where I was. A cot, however, +was lowered, into which I was lifted carefully, and +so hoisted on board. The gunroom skylight was +removed and the cot laid on the mess-table.</p> + +<p>The surgeons, Donoghoe and Simpson, on close +examination, found nothing but one small spot on +a joint of the backbone, and under the influence of +an opiate I was conveyed to my cabin.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 29.</div> + +<p>Mandarins came from Nanking with flags of truce +and “chops” for Admiral and Plenipotentiary. Our +chiefs had, however, decided not to hold their hands +until they had a footing in Nanking.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_272">[272]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 30.</div> + +<p>Ordered to proceed, the Admiral placing the +smaller vessels under my command; among them +my old friend <span class='ships'>Childers</span>—but, oh! so altered.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August 3.</div> + +<p>Fleet coming up. Admiral was towed into a +berth off Nanking. <span class='ships'>Cornwallis</span> the first ship that had +reached that famous city.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August 4.</div> + +<p>Fleet closing up. Visited Plenipotentiary, also +General Sir Hugh Gough; and <span class='ships'>Belleisle</span>, with Colonel +Colin Campbell and 98th Regiment.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August 5.</div> + +<p>Fleet still closing. <span class='ships'>Dido</span> again ordered ahead to +stop communication from north side. Having a +heavy sick-list, took possession of two roomy junks, +in one of which I embarked clothes, mess-traps, +etc.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August 8.</div> + +<p>Off Nanking. Found artificers from ships cutting +down huge trees to get a clearer view of the walls +of the city. Looting was strictly forbidden. On +board <span class='ships'>Cornwallis</span> was Sir Hugh Gough, when +Trowbridge, of the <span class='ships'>Clio</span>, came alongside.</p> + +<p>The General, observing boxes in the boat, asked: +“Captain Trowbridge, is that loot?” Trowbridge +replied he thought it was, as he had just bought it +from a soldier! Bits of chaff were not taken notice +of. Dined with Admiral.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">August 9.</div> + +<p>Trowbridge, Loch, and Skipwith dined with me +on board junk.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 11.</div> + +<p>Landed with Admiral at daylight to search the +most practicable place for storming with boats. +There will be some bloody noses on Saturday.</p> + +<p>In spite of looting being forbidden, we met the +boat’s crew of a transport carrying heavy cases. +The Admiral wore a costume suitable to the climate—a +white jacket and straw hat. On Sir William +asking, “What have you got there?” the reply was, +“Sugar. And, if you look sharp,” said the gentleman<span class="pagenum" id="Page_273">[273]</span> +in charge, “you may get some too; there <em>is</em> some +brown left.” In reply he got, “You will take those +cases on board the <span class='ships'>Cornwallis</span>, and say the Admiral +sent you.” They obeyed, the Admiral’s coxswain +attending.</p> + +<p>Next day I landed early with Sir Hugh Gough, +the Admiral, and Plenipotentiary, to survey walls in +another direction.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 13.</div> + +<p>No fight Pidgin yet. Great appearance of peace +being concluded. Kellett, of surveying vessel +<span class='ships'>Starling</span>, to breakfast. Shifted junk higher up the +river; James Fitzjames and Skipwith to dinner.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 14.</div> + +<p>Every appearance of peace being made. Proper +day to make it on—quite a day of rest. <i lang='fr'>Tête-à-tête</i> +dinner with Armytage.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 15.</div> + +<p>Too much rain. Visited Admiral, peacefully +inclined.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 16.</div> + +<p>Up early and looted some plank from villages +up the river, about two miles in extent, built entirely +on rafts, which were probably built for the conveyance +of soldiers.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 17</div> + +<p>Bullock junk up from <span class='ships'>Dido</span>. Bad accounts of +the sick. Young Robinson dead. Forty-eight on +sick-list. Poor fellows!</p> + +<p>Captain Bouchier, Grey, and self examined and +passed Hickley; smart young fellow.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 19.</div> + +<p>Dined with Admiral, who kindly invited me to +remain to meet the Mandarins who were to come the +following day. Sent for my cot.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 20.</div> + +<p>A large assemblage of chiefs. Contrast between +Mandarins and our chiefs. Was thanked by General +and Admiral for the effectual way in which, some +miles ahead of the fleet, reinforcements for Nanking +garrison had been prevented crossing the river from +the north side.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_274">[274]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Yang-tse-Kiang.</div> + +<p>While in the river was laid up for some days +with a sharp attack of malarial fever.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 29.</div> + +<p>Peace proclaimed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 31.</div> + +<p>Ratification of the treaty approved by the Emperor +himself. Glad of the chance of getting out of this +river; the water is low and beginning to smell.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 3.</div> + +<p>Lieutenant Horton from <span class='ships'>Endymion</span> joined, having +exchanged with Eden.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 6.</div> + +<p>Sent invalids for survey, to fleet in junk. In a +heavy squall hospital junk parted cables, and is now +well in the rushes.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 7.</div> + +<p>No return of fever. <span class='ships'>Medusa</span>, steamer, coming +down with invalids to go home by <span class='ships'>Calliope</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 8.</div> + +<p>Sick-list heavy; but few men fit for duty. Like +new First Lieutenant much. <span class='ships'>Harlequin</span> coming up. +My poor steward very ill; ditto cook. Rice in a +cot in my cabin; much better to-day though. +Went on board <span class='ships'>Cornwallis</span>; put up with Admiral. +Rain all day. Did plenty of ship’s business.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 12.</div> + +<p>Up early, and went to breakfast with my old +friend and chum, Watson. <span class='ships'>Dido</span> has eighty on sick-list, +but improving.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 14.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Childers</span> arrived to relieve us. Received on board +invalids for <span class='ships'>Calliope</span>. Got under way, and anchored +near <span class='ships'>Endymion</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 15.</div> + +<p>In working down with a fresh breeze on port +tack, an eddy tide caught my <span class='ships'>Dido</span> on the weather +bow, stronger than the effect of the lee helm, and +the figure-head was well in a pâdi-field before the +backed sails could have effect.</p> + +<p>What was to be done? We had ninety-seven on +the sick-list. Made signal to <span class='ships'>Endymion</span>, working +down near the opposite shore. Of course, she was +“charged with despatches.” I was not sorry at the +reply. When I get into a scrape I like to get out<span class="pagenum" id="Page_275">[275]</span> +of it without help. It reminds me of the old +couplet:</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When Dido found Æneas did not come,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She wept in silence, and was Dido-dum.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<p>We had nothing else to do after sails were furled +but to lay out stream and kedge anchors, seize two +of the largest junks, chuck what they might have +overboard, and commence lightening. With my +sickly crew it was heavy work.</p> + +<p>The weather was fine, but it was not until the +following afternoon, and the last gun out, that the +cables laid out began to slacken.</p> + +<p>The same evening we were dropping quietly down +with the current, looking beautiful as ever, and I +much pleased with my new First Lieutenant.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Woosung, +Sept. 24.</div> + +<p>Our stick in pâdi-fields did not improve my health +nor the Master’s nerves. We drifted quietly down +in company with <span class='ships'>Belleisle</span> into Woosung Roads. +Tides ran strong and irregular; influenced by winds +and heavy rains.</p> + +<p>98th Regiment still sickly. We found <span class='ships'>North +Star</span>, 28, with her stout and good-tempered captain, +Sir Everard Home. I was more pleased still to find +my young friend, Henry Seymour, in command of +one of Symonds’ beautiful brigs, the <span class='ships'>Wanderer</span>, 16.</p> + +<p>We had not met since he left me in the <span class='ships'>Childers</span>, +Mediterranean. His larder better furnished, and, +far from well myself, I was glad to have a quiet +and early dinner with him. A storm brewing, got +away early, and none too soon. Home dined with +the hospitable 98th.</p> + +<p>It was blowing and raining, with a slashing ebb-tide, +when at 9 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> there were loud calls ahead for +a rope. Home had missed his <span class='ships'>North Star</span>, and +would have drifted past us to, nobody knows where.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_276">[276]</span></p> + +<p>But my “Didos” were equal to the occasion. +<span class='ships'>North Star’s</span> long painter was secured to us, but the +bowman could not haul the boat up to the gangway.</p> + +<p>When Home rushed forward to assist, his extra +weight caused the boat to dip and capsize. Our +men were on the alert; no lives were lost, but the +Captain would not allow himself to be hauled on +board until he was assured that every man of his +crew was safe.</p> + +<p>We got him down to my cabin, and rigged him +out in seaman’s blue flannel frock and trousers, and a +stiffish glass of grog before he laid himself on a sofa +to rest. He begged to be called at slack-water, that +he might return on board his own ship.</p> + +<p>I gave directions accordingly.</p> + +<p>Mr. D’Aeth, of an old Kentish family, was officer +of the watch, and at midnight came down to tell Sir +Everard it was slack-water, but raining hard.</p> + +<p>It was some time before the gallant captain could +be awoke, and longer still before he could understand +where he was. I was awake, laughing at the +conversation.</p> + +<p>At last Sir Everard called out, “Where am I? +Who are you? What’s your name?”</p> + +<p>He got an answer:</p> + +<p>“My name is D’Aeth. It is twelve o’clock—slack-water. +You are on board <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, in the Captain’s +cabin.”</p> + +<p>Home then roared out:</p> + +<p>“Captain Keppel, they are playing tricks. A man +comes dripping, as if from the sea, with a lanthorn in +his hand, saying his name is Death.”</p> + +<p>It was some minutes before I could persuade my +friend that it was blowing and pouring with rain, and +that he had better go to sleep again.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_277">[277]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXVI">CHAPTER XXVI</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—China</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1842. +Sept. 25.</div> + +<p>Read Lieutenant Horton’s commission to ship’s +company. Harangued and forgave all culprits.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 26.</div> + +<p>Surveyed invalids on board <span class='ships'>North Star</span>. Some +bad cases, poor fellows!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 27.</div> + +<p>Got under weigh; <span class='ships'>Belleisle</span> first. Fine breeze. +Came to; invited Sir E. Home, Henry Seymour, +Freemantle, Horton, and Rice to dine.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 28.</div> + +<p>Weighed at six, and passed <span class='ships'>Belleisle</span> hard and fast +on the bar, at the top, nearly, of high-water.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 29.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Chapoo. Found Nias with his <span class='ships'>Herald</span>. +Not being well, he came on board, and did me no +good.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 6.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Pelican</span> arrived, bringing orders for <span class='ships'>Dido</span> to go to +Chusan. Troops to evacuate citadel.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 8.</div> + +<p>Walked round the fortifications and over the town +of Shanghai; natives civil.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 10.</div> + +<p>Chinamen mustering courage on the strength of +peace. Hundreds of large picturesque junks coming +down the river. Chinese soldiers smart in taking +possession of citadel as our troops marched out.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Chusan, +Oct. 12.</div> + +<p>Weighed at daylight, reaching Chusan in four +hours. Walk on shore with <span id='cor_277'>Rundle Burges Watson</span> +of <span class='ships'>Modeste</span>, 18. Watson was a clever artist; he +came on board to breakfast, and left afterwards to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_278">[278]</span> +take a sketch of my <span class='ships'>Dido</span>. We had been at the +Naval College together. Having been in the early +part of the war, he had succeeded Captain Harry +Eyres in command of the <span class='ships'>Modeste</span>.</p> + +<p>Before storming one of the forts, Watson tried the +experiment of putting his uniform cap on the point +of his sword and thrusting it through the embrasure, +at which the Chinese muskets exploded and he took +possession. <span id='watson-credit'>I have his drawing of the <span class='ships'>Dido</span> now.</span><a id="FNanchor_5" href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 12.</div> + +<p>Dined with Frederick Grey. Had an attack of +fever and ague.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 16.</div> + +<p>Heard last evening of the death of my brother-in-law, +Lord Leicester, fifty-five years my senior. +Admiral arrived, and <span class='ships'>Columbine</span>, 16, another of +Symonds’ handsome brigs. Nias sick and growling +as usual.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 18.</div> + +<p>Plenipo arrived. Visited him. Rode into the city.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 25.</div> + +<p>To breakfast with Frederick Grey. He, Skipwith, +Henry Seymour, Hall, and Molesworth, dined with me.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 27.</div> + +<p>Improved weather. Sick-list reduced to twenty-five. +Nice little dinner with Bouchier; like him.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 28.</div> + +<p>Dined with Admiral Sir William Parker. Our +Master, Aylen, appointed to <span class='ships'>Endymion</span>. He sorry +to leave, and we to lose him.</p> + +<p>Heard that Rear-Admiral Sir Thomas Cochrane +had been at Hong Kong since June 19. Took an +early trip with Plenipotentiary (Sir Henry Pottinger) +and young Harry Parkes, on board <span class='ships'>Queen</span> steamer, +breaking the monotony of daily routine.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 31.</div> + +<p>With Grey and Hope, <span class='ships'>Phlegethon</span> in company, +across shoal; the shortest way to the sacred island +of Potoo. Some pretty sites for joss-houses and +Chinese graves. Returned to Plenipo’s steamer +<span class='ships'>Queen</span> for dinner—large party.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_279">[279]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 1.</div> + +<p>Returned to <span class='ships'>Dido</span> in <span class='ships'>Phlegethon</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 2.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Herald</span> sailed for England. Heavy job getting +captured guns on board <span class='ships'>Forth</span> transport. Brass guns +good as money.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 3.</div> + +<p>Early ride with Admiral and two Generals, with +staff, etc., over a beautiful part of Potoo Island. +Good breakfast in a joss-house. Dined with +Bouchier.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 4.</div> + +<p>Dined with the Admiral, who talked of sending +me Senior Officer to the Straits. Like the idea +much. Several fatal cases of cholera on shore and +afloat.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 5.</div> + +<p>Our sick-list under twenty. Walk in city with +Grey Skipwith; had him and other old “Childers” +to dine—Rice, Coaker, and Comber.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Ning Po, +Nov. 8.</div> + +<p>On board <span class='ships'>Phlegethon</span> steamer to join Admiral and +party to Ning Po. <span class='ships'>Blonde</span> sailed for England. +Got to Ning Po in five hours—one of the largest +and finest towns I have seen in China. Dined on +board steamer, slept in a joss-house. The party consisted +of Fred. Grey, Sir Hugh Gough, and some +military officers from Chusan. The shops were +exceedingly pretty.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 10.</div> + +<p>Much pleased with Ning Po and my trip. Saw +more of China and the Chinese than in any other +place. Took an early ride with the Admiral, C. +Hope, F. Grey, Henry Seymour, and Skipwith. +Bringing up the rear of the party, I saw many nasty-looking +snakes rise suddenly from under our horses’ +feet and dash into the bushes on either side.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 15.</div> + +<p>Preparing to convoy transports. Grand dinner +with the Admiral, Generals, and Plenipotentiary.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 17.</div> + +<p>Prior to our departure with transport, <span class='ships'>Dido</span> had +an early visit from Admiral, who was much pleased +with the ship, as I think he ought to have been.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_280">[280]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Hong +Kong, +Nov. 23.</div> + +<p>9.30 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>—Came to in Hong Kong. Saluted +flag of Rear-Admiral Sir Thomas Cochrane, flag +flying on board <span class='ships'>Agincourt</span>. Found <span class='ships'>Endymion</span> and +transports. Hong Kong now a British possession. +Counted upwards of seventy ships in the anchorage.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 26.</div> + +<p>Dinner with Lord Saltoun—best fellow, if not the +best soldier, in the expedition; good dinner.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 28.</div> + +<p>Invited Grey to dine with me, but did so with +him instead on board <span class='ships'>Endymion</span>; he had been inspected +a good deal by Sir Thomas Cochrane without +seeming to enjoy it.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 29.</div> + +<p>I dined with the Rear-Admiral and four Generals—dinner +good—footmen in plush breeches. Grey +and I got leave to go to Macao.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 1.</div> + +<p>Dundas taking care of Grey; I to my old +quarters with Dent. Pleasant to be in a comfortable +English-furnished house after six months in the +Yang-tse-Kiang. Noticed a live Bird of Paradise in +a cage eating large grasshoppers, breaking off their +long prickly legs first.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Macao, +Dec. 2.</div> + +<p>Visited the tomb of my late much-respected Chief, +Lord John Churchill, who died here June 3, 1840, +while in command of <span class='ships'>Druid</span>, during the early part of +the war with China.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 4.</div> + +<p>After breakfast at Dent’s, Grey in a hurry returned +to Hong Kong, arriving there by sunset.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 5.</div> + +<p>Visited Rear-Admiral; reported <span class='ships'>Dido</span> ready for +sea. Dined again on board <span class='ships'>Belleisle</span> with old 98th +friends.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 6.</div> + +<p>Sir Thomas Cochrane inspected <span class='ships'>Dido</span>; manned +yards, mustered. He inspected every part of her—at +quarters, firing at a mark, doing good practice; +he ordered us under way, making all sail, on and off +the wind, etc. Came to, re-manned yards, inspection +over. Dined with Sir Thomas; great spread.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_281">[281]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 7.</div> + +<p>Weighed at daylight, with several 98th good +fellows on board; ran over to Macao. Saluted +Governor with 17 guns. Good dinner at Dent’s.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 8.</div> + +<p>Left my <span class='ships'>Dido</span> for her to return to Hong Kong +with officers of 98th. In <span class='ships'>Proserpine</span> steamer with +Sir Hugh Gough for Canton. Heard of riots and +burning of factories; orders for <span class='ships'>Dido</span> to come up; +arrived off Canton late at night.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 9.</div> + +<p>Landed early; found British factories burned +down; dead Lascars lying about; encampment +of Chinese soldiers round remaining residences; +populace in a state of excitement. Put up at Mr. +Beale’s; loaded firearms and prepared for defence.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 10.</div> + +<p>Continued excitement. Visited Chinese encampment; +pretty and curious.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 11.</div> + +<p>Attended American Presbyterian Divine service, +performed by Dr. Parker. He prayed; we listened. +Service not like ours. Obliged to detain steamer by +way of protection.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 12.</div> + +<p>Returned to Hong Kong.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 20.</div> + +<p>Weighed with <span class='ships'>Endymion</span> in charge of convoy of +transports. <span class='ships'>Wolverine</span> and East India Company’s +steamer <span class='ships'>Queen</span> in company. <span class='ships'>Endymion</span> leading convoy. +We remained to see the last two transports +out, which took us until after sunset.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 24.</div> + +<p>When outside saw nothing of <span class='ships'>Endymion</span> or fleet. +Nice breeze. My transports, fast sailers, took inner +and shorter passage. <span class='ships'>Dido</span> under three topsails and +jib.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 26.</div> + +<p>Think we are ahead of the fleet.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 30.</div> + +<p>At 4 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>, with my part of convoys, came to in +Singapore Roads.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 31.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Endymion</span> arrived with convoy, not well pleased +at finding <span class='ships'>Dido</span> in first.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_282">[282]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXVII">CHAPTER XXVII</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—Straits of Malacca</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1843. +Jan. 5.</div> + +<p>Continued with <span class='ships'>Endymion</span> the convoy of transports +through the Straits. That strange kind of vibration +through the ship which we experienced last year, not +far from this, was felt again to-day, caused, we think, +by some powerful fish attaching itself. Our convoy +consisted of nineteen sail.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Endymion</span> proceeded to Penang, leaving me in +charge. On Grey reappearing I signalled convoy to +proceed with <span class='ships'>Endymion</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 14.</div> + +<p>The following day we arrived at Penang, and were +saluted by the Company’s fort. Returned the same. +Commenced duties as Senior Officer of the Straits +Settlements. Glad to be where I had previously so +enjoyed myself. Was invited to take up my quarters +at Government House with the Resident, Mr. Samuel +Garling, who invited the heads of departments to +meet me at dinner.</p> + +<p>I had on board a small brass band of six performers, +who were rapidly improving. They could +play string or other instruments, which meant +dancing.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 15.</div> + +<p>Went on board to muster and read Church +service. How pleasant for a while the peace and +quiet of a room on shore to oneself! From the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_283">[283]</span> +windows I see my <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, sitting like a duck on the +water, looking beautiful.</p> + +<p>My kind host proposed a visit to Province +Wellesley. He had at his disposal two of the +Company’s small steamers, <span class='ships'>Diana</span> and <span class='ships'>Auckland</span>, +with less draught of water than <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, which had +to anchor further off-shore.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 16.</div> + +<p>Our object was to visit an enterprising Frenchman, +who had penetrated miles into a dense jungle +and opened up a sugar plantation.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 17.</div> + +<p>We landed from the <span class='ships'>Diana</span> at the mouth of a +small creek, up which we had to paddle some eight +miles. On landing an elephant awaited us, fitted +with a double howdah; there were no end of coolies. +We were received by Monsieur et Madame Donnadieu. +Although I had been at Calcutta, this was +my first mount on an elephant.</p> + +<p>From the landing-place, with the exception of +the twelve-foot-wide road, was a jungle, where the +relations of the Bengal tiger might be concealed +within a foot of where we were. We found our +host’s bungalow prettily situated on rising ground, +cleared all round for a quarter of a mile of the dense +jungle, and protected by a substantial iron fence. +The inside of the building was a perfect bijou; you +could fancy yourself within hail of Paris. Our dinner, +too, was perfection, including a Malay curry. We were +charmed with our hostess. I regretted my deficiency +in French, although Madame Donnadieu tried to make +me believe she understood what I said, and we were +getting on, when a guest asked her to sing.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 18.</div> + +<p>Following morning, on being consulted, I voted +for a mount on the elephant, whose stable was the +open jungle, a heavy log chained to one of his +forefeet.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_284">[284]</span></p> + +<p>A call brought him home. The howdah was +filled—sorry to say without our fair hostess, who +had domestic arrangements to supervise. It was +not until deep in the jungle that I could form an +idea of the sagacity of our mount. He was partly +guided by the mahout, but when we came to a thick +part of the jungle, where branches could interfere +with the howdah, the elephant would stop and +break off everything that could interfere with his +passengers.</p> + +<p>We had to cross deep nullahs; if there was the +trunk of a tree in the way, he would feel with the +upper side of his trunk, and so ascertain what it +would bear, and act accordingly. I observed, too, +when we neared a tuft of long grass, he would, +without stopping, draw it up with his trunk and +hold on until within reach of the stump of a tree, +then knock the earth off the roots, and so enjoy his +meal without slacking his pace.</p> + +<p>We were several times close to wild beasts that +startled us with their discordant roars, but we could not +see them, so did not discharge our guns. The mahout +pronounced them rhinoceros and tigers. Parrots +and monkeys chattered through the upper branches +of the trees. Pea-fowl preferred running. We took +our tiffin with us.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 25.</div> + +<p>After a rest we took leave of our kind hosts.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 26.</div> + +<p>Weighed from Province Wellesley, and in the +evening came to between Nicobar Islands. The +natives were much frightened. A chief, however, +came off in the early morning and got drunk, +which encouraged his people, who commenced to +trade in birds’ nests, tortoiseshell, cocoa- and betel-nuts.</p> + +<p>Having seen enough, we sailed for next island,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_285">[285]</span> +Nancowry, which has a harbour and some pigeons, +affording sport.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 27.</div> + +<p>My cabin carpenter, Wilson, who was landed +to cut some large hollow bamboo, fancied he saw a +tiger—extraordinary stretch of imagination. He +was a good little man, but I got no bamboo!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 3.</div> + +<p>Arrived at Penang. Landed at Captain’s house +just after midnight. Took Tottenham under my +care, he looking invalidy.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 6.</div> + +<p>Up at daylight with Granville and Tottenham +to the hill. Visited Mrs. Lewis. Delightful change +of scenery and climate. Continued my taste for +ornithology and conchology. Small birds, when we +were quiet, were knocked over by pellets from a +blow-pipe.</p> + +<p>To dinner with officers of 24th Madras Native +Infantry. Received with usual kindness of the Far +East. Had to make a small speech. Home +early.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 8.</div> + +<p>Another visit to the hill to Sir William Norris. +At daylight Tottenham, Partridge, Maidman, and I +went up. A long scramble through jungle. Good +“Penang Lawyers” scarce.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 9.</div> + +<p>Knocked down by Lady Norris’s pony at Waterfall, +and nearly suspended over the perpendicular +edge of the hill.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 24.</div> + +<p>Passed the night on the top of a tree to watch for +tiger and deer. Fell asleep and saw nothing! No +mosquitoes, though! Tried the jungle on opposite +side of the river, convicts beating; drew it blank. +Started for Penang. All night in pinnace.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 26.</div> + +<p>Weighed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Singapore, +Mar. 3.</div> + +<p>Sunset, anchored in Singapore Roads.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_286'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_286.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Map of Malacca Straits and Singapore.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>Sir Stamford Raffles landed here on January 29, +1819. Near the present esplanade he hoisted the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_287">[287]</span> +Union Jack next day, and concluded a preliminary +arrangement with the Sultan of Johore and the +Tumongong of Singapore; and on February 5, +1819, a definite treaty was signed by Raffles and +the two chiefs named, by which, in return for an +annual payment of 5000 dollars to the former, and +3000 dollars to the latter, those princes ceded the +settlement of Singapore to the English, and pledged +themselves to grant “no treaty” or settlement to any +other power, European or American.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 5.</div> + +<p>On board to muster. Read prayers. <span class='ships'>Vixen</span> +arrived, not two months from England.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 6.</div> + +<p>I had now been some days making myself acquainted +with the persons chiefly concerned in this +most interesting colony. The greatest admitted +drawback was the want of protection to trade from +piracy. I felt there was a grand field open, if I could +only feel sure that I should be allowed to remain long +enough. There was a large community of interested +merchants, as well as Government officials, but we +were not without powerful natives in our midst, +whose kindly feeling for piracy was well known.</p> + +<p>Dined with the military detachment. Hospitable, +kind, and good fellows.</p> + +<p>Saw a splendid comet with a very long tail, looking +too near to be pleasant.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 7.</div> + +<p>A most atrocious case of piracy committed within +sight of the anchorage by two Malay boats on a +Cochin China junk.</p> + +<p>Preparing boats for a cruise. Splendid comet +again; Chinamen frightened.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 8.</div> + +<p>Got under way. Left my steward, Ashford, to +take care of sick. Joined gunroom mess. Comet +again visible until nine; tail very luminous, extending +30 degrees.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_288">[288]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 11.</div> + +<p>1 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Came to off Pulo Sabu. Took possession +of fifteen piratical boats, but was unable to catch any +of the crew on account of the density of the jungle.</p> + +<p>8 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—boats returned.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 13.</div> + +<p>Landed an armed party to assist boats’ crews in finding +remainder of the pirates, the two captured having +bolted into the jungle at Pulo Tinghi. No find, +though. Weighed in the evening and stood to the +southward under easy sail.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 14.</div> + +<p>Anchored at Singapore. In the absence, and by +permission, of Bonham—now Governor of the Straits +Settlements—took possession of the Hill, a charming +residence with flagstaff and native guard established. +I noticed that the signalmen—smart fellows from +Bengal—were branded on the forehead with the +interesting little word “Murder,” also with a Hindustanee +word of same meaning. As senior naval +officer, had much more to do than picnics and tiger-hunting. +Had, too, the use of Bonham’s stables, +with a good deal of fat to take down.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 15.</div> + +<p>Exchanged visits with heads of departments; +one of the most important was the Resident +Councillor, Mr. Thomas Church. But no visits +were considered valid until you had exchanged +dinners. An attorney of note was Mr. William +Napier; he had a brother, the Rector of Holkham, +which brought us together. A charming old salt +was Captain William Scott. The mercantile community +was much as I had met all over India—most +hospitable and agreeable. Shaw, Whitehead, +and Co. were the Navy agents. Soon found that +my most important duty was the suppression of +piracy. Scarcely a day passed without the landing +of wounded for hospital treatment.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 17.</div> + +<p>Dined with Napier, where I met for the first<span class="pagenum" id="Page_289">[289]</span> +time Mr., afterwards Rajah, Brooke. I was initiated +into the mysteries, depths, and horrors of pirates in +the ways of the Malay +Peninsula, by these +two men who had +studied the question.</p> + +<figure class='figleft' id='i_289'> + <img class='v100' src='images/i_289.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>Rajah Brooke.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 18.</div> + +<p>A royal tiger that +had devoured several +convicts had been +viewed on the outskirts +of the town. I +joined expedition in +search, as did many +older and experienced +men, but without +success.</p> + +<p>Recorder Sir +William Norris arrived +from Penang. +Heard of death of +the famous China +General, “Elepo.” +“S’pose he catchee too +muchee shame face.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 20.</div> + +<p>Another Chinaman killed by tiger close to the +spot we had been over half an hour previously.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 23.</div> + +<p>Rumours of another China war, which rather +upsets proposed joint arrangement with Rajah Brooke +of an attack on pirates in their strongholds in the +interior of Borneo.</p> + +<p>Sale of Bonham’s effects on the Mount, which +looks like a better appointment. Got two old +paintings.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 24.</div> + +<p>Preparing boats for a regatta got up by W. H. +Read, an enterprising young merchant (who subsequently<span class="pagenum" id="Page_290">[290]</span> +left his mark in Singapore). Entered ship’s +boats, pinnace winning 45 dollars under name of +<span class='ships'>Victoria</span>. Committee on board <span class='ships'>Dido</span>. I was voted +umpire. Band increased and improved. Regatta +afforded great amusement. Tiffin on board <span class='ships'>Diana</span> +steamer. “Didos” invited. Dined with Napier.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 27.</div> + +<p>Up early for another unsuccessful attempt to +shoot tiger; heard the brute unpleasantly near, +without seeing him.</p> + +<p>Visited Elliot at the Observatory, also Balastier, +United States Consul, and wife; she has a nice +collection of shells; made some exchanges.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 2.</div> + +<p>Fresh acts of piracy and murder. Sent <span class='ships'>Diana</span>, +steamer, <span class='ships'>Diamond</span>, gunboat, and <span class='ships'>Dido’s</span> pinnace to +cruise.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 3.</div> + +<div class="sidenote">April 5.</div> + +<p>Up early to wild-hog party at Alligator Island: +the civil and military residents giving an excellent +picnic to the “Didos,” commencing by a breakfast +on board the steamer <span class='ships'>Victoria</span>, while sportsmen proceeded +to Alligator Island, noted for its wild-boar. +We had convicts as beaters. Brooke and Read were +of the cheery party, which lasted until the following +morning. I bagged two boars.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 6.</div> + +<p>It was now time to arrange for more serious business: +that of the suppression of piracy, which had +long been the curse of all legitimate trade and was +secretly encouraged by wealthy natives in our midst.</p> + +<p>After discussion with Brooke, we agreed the only +way to strike at the root of the evil would be to +destroy the piratical strongholds in the interior of +Borneo, and not to wait until the fleets of light +draught of water were formed. Some of the war +prahus were propelled by as many as 200 paddles, +in addition to light lateen sails. Their hulls were +composed of timbers fastened together by <i lang='ms'>rôtans</i>,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_291">[291]</span> +and the whole caulked with the fibre of the cocoanut. +The pirates could, if pressed, run into shoal water, +cut their boats adrift, and disappear in the, to us, +impregnable jungle.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 13.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Britomart</span>, brig, 10, Commander Owen Stanley, +arrived, with directions to sell his surveying vessel. +I was too glad to have my friend of many years to +stay with me at Government House, and so avail +myself of his fertile brains.</p> + +<p>Rajah Brooke, “Billy” Napier, Montgomery, and +Stevenson to dine.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Anonymous</span> clipper from Bombay, bringing owner’s +letters only. Beast!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 15.</div> + +<p>Took Major Sinclair to show him the inside of +my <span class='ships'>Dido</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 17.</div> + +<p>Cricket-match between Singaporeans and “Didos.” +Lieutenant Stephen Colby, of 98th, to dine, he having +sold out.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 20.</div> + +<p>Band on shore of an evening, they having improved +and much in demand.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 24.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Apollo</span>, with Grey Skipwith on board, also <span class='ships'>Belleisle</span>, +arrived with letters from China.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 26.</div> + +<p>Had a cheery child’s party on the hill, Mrs. +Whitehead kindly managing for me.</p> + +<p>A kind letter from my father.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 27.</div> + +<p>Grey Skipwith staying with me again, but only +for a short time, as <span class='ships'>Apollo</span> sailed for home.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Belleisle</span> on shore, as usual; luckily on a rising +tide.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_292">[292]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII">CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—Borneo</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1843. +May 1.</div> + +<p>Embarked Rajah Brooke. Napier and W. H. +Read on board to see him off. My <span class='ships'>Dido</span> now well +manned. The crew require exercise, and will get it!</p> + +<p>Good drill at general quarters.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 3.</div> + +<p>Hoisted pinnace out, which had been coppered at +the expense of my zealous First.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 4.</div> + +<p>Came to under Camel Island. To think that for +thousands of miles these seas should be infested +by pirates! The sea as smooth as Spithead, with +anchorages to be found in from 4 to 10 fathoms, +the kedge affording sufficient holding.</p> + +<p>Passed through the Tambilans, a beautiful group +of about 150 small islands, thinly inhabited. They +are so close together that after passing the first two +or three we were to all appearance land-locked in a +capacious harbour.</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_293'> + <a href='images/i_293.jpg'><img class='h100' src='images/i_293-t.jpg' alt=''></a> + <figcaption>Map—Eastern Archipelago; Map of Coast—Borneo.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<div class="sidenote">May 5.</div> + +<p>Anchored off the Dutch end of the Island of +Borneo, in the hope of surprising free-traders.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 6.</div> + +<p>The following morning we anchored off the mouth +of the Sambas, and sent boats away to examine the +creeks, islands, and rivers for traces of pirates, which +were discovered by the remains of their cooking-fires, +although no clue found as to where they had gone.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 8.</div> + +<p>Sent the pinnace and two cutters, with Partridge,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_294">[294]</span> +D’Aeth, and Jenkins, and a week’s provisions, in +charge of Lieutenant Wilmot Horton. The advice +of Rajah Brooke, who not only knew the appearance +of vessels used by pirates, but spoke the Malay +language, was thankfully accepted.</p> + +<p>They were directed to proceed to the Island of +Murrundum, and, after visiting the South Natunas, +to rejoin <span class='ships'>Dido</span> at Sarawak. In the meantime <span class='ships'>Dido</span> +proceeded along the coast, anchoring when convenient, +and finding regular soundings from 4 to 10 fathoms.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 9.</div> + +<p>On the morning of the 9th, on rounding Tanjong +Datu, we opened suddenly on a suspicious-looking +prahu, which, on making us out, ran for a deep bay, +formed by Cape Datu and the next point to the eastward.</p> + +<p>Standing a little further on, we saw her consort +in the offing, likewise standing in-shore, and a third +entered at the bottom of the bay.</p> + +<p>From descriptions we had received, they were +Illanuns, of whose daring adventures much had been +written. They inhabit a cluster of islands on the +north-east coast of Borneo, and go out in large fleets, +chiefly to intercept traders bound to Singapore or the +Straits. Their victims are bound for months, and +crowded in the bottom of the prahus, where they +suffer miseries worse than could be inflicted in an +African slaver.</p> + +<p>Having driven these worthies into a corner, and +knowing that the only two small boats we had +left would stand no chance with them, we loaded the +guns, but, having no proper chart, proceeded with +caution, feeling our way with the lead. When just +within musket range we let go the anchor, which was +no sooner done than the pirates made a move. We +thought they were coming to sue for terms, but<span class="pagenum" id="Page_295">[295]</span> +nothing was further from their intention. One +pulled away close in-shore to the eastward, the others +in the opposite direction. They were rowed by +about forty paddles each. What rendered it ridiculous, +owing to a strong tide, no gun could be brought +to bear. By the time a warp was laid they were out +of sight.</p> + +<p>The dinghy and jolly-boat gave chase, but the +pirates had the start as well as speed, and although +before rounding the point a few men were seen to +drop their paddles from our fire, their pace never +slackened.</p> + +<p>We could not help admiring their plucky plan of +escape. To attempt to catch the boats that had +pulled to windward was useless, but we lost no time +in slipping our cable and making sail in chase. We +had not wind enough, and lost sight of her at dusk +off the mouth of a river.</p> + +<p>We returned next morning to pick up our anchor. +It was a place well adapted as a rendezvous for pirates. +The bay we found studded with rocks, and to my +horror I found that Her Majesty’s <span class='ships'>Dido</span> had anchored +between two that were awash at low-water.</p> + +<p>A mountain stream of delicious water runs into +the bay between two rocks, and the coast abounds +with oysters.</p> + +<p>We anchored off Tanjong Poe, outside the bar at +the entrance of the river leading to Rajah Brooke’s +residence and seat of Government at Sarawak.</p> + +<p>At half-tide on the following morning we crossed +the bar, carrying no less than 3½ fathoms water, and +entered the beautiful river of Morataba, up which we +ran for twelve miles under sail.</p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Dido</span> was the first square-rigged vessel that had +ever entered these waters. We came to off the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_296">[296]</span> +junction river which unites the principal entrance to +Sarawak.</p> + +<p>It is here that the capital ought to have been built, +and would have been but for the curse of piracy and +its sequel, slavery.</p> + +<p>In the evening our boats with the Rajah joined us, +having come up by western entrance.</p> + +<p>After leaving us on the 8th, they proceeded to the +Island of Murrundum, a famous rendezvous, where +they came on a fleet of the Illanun tribe, who did +not give them an opportunity of closing, but, cutting +their sampans adrift, made a precipitate flight; opening +fire as they ran out on the opposite side of a small +bay in which they had been refitting. This of +course led to an exciting chase, a running fire kept up +on both sides; but the range was too great, and the +prahus, in addition to sailing well, were each propelled +by from forty to fifty long paddles, and made +their escape.</p> + +<p>As they went in the direction of the Natunas, +Horton took that course, and anchored under the +south end in 3 fathoms water; but next morning, +owing to the fall of tide, the pinnace had grounded. +The Rajah and Horton proceeded in one of the +cutters to reconnoitre. As they neared the south-west +point, they were met by six prahus, beating +tomtoms as they advanced, making demonstrations +of fight. Horton judiciously turned to rejoin the +other boats, and the pinnace having floated, he formed +his little squadron in line abreast, and prepared to +meet his antagonist.</p> + +<p>Brooke, however, discovered that the fleet advancing +were not Illanuns and fancied there must be some +mistake. The Natunas people had been trading at +Sarawak, and he was well acquainted with a powerful<span class="pagenum" id="Page_297">[297]</span> +chief who resided on one of the Natuna group; he +therefore raised a white handkerchief on his spy-glass, +and from the bow of the pinnace waved, hailed, and +gesticulated to warn them of their danger, but a +discharge of small arms was the only reply. They +then detached their smaller boats in-shore to cut off +our retreat, and the rest advanced, beating tomtoms, +and blazing away with all the confidence of victory. +It was an anxious moment for <span class='ships'>Dido’s</span> small party; +the only heavy gun of the pinnace was loaded with +grape and canister, and kept pointed on the largest +prahu. The men waited with their muskets for the +order to fire. It was not until within pistol range +that Horton poured into the enemy his well-prepared +dose.</p> + +<p>This brought them up; yet a few had the temerity +to exchange shots for a couple of minutes. The +largest prahu now called for quarter, while the other +five made for the shore chased by the two cutters.</p> + +<p>The prize proved to be a prahu mounting three +brass guns, with a crew of thirty-six men, belonging +to the Rajah of Rhio, which had been despatched by +that chief to collect tribute about the Natuna group. +They had ten men killed and eleven wounded (four +of them mortally). They affected the greatest +astonishment on discovering that our boats belonged +to a British man-of-war, and stated that the island +had lately been plundered by the Illanuns, for whom +they had taken us; that the rising sun was in their +eyes. Horton, thinking there might be some +foundation for their story, let the surgeon, Simpson, +and his assistant dress their wounds, and after +admonishing them to be more careful in future, +restored their boats, as well as the others which +belonged to the islands. These in the meantime had<span class="pagenum" id="Page_298">[298]</span> +been taken possession of by the cutters after they +had reached the shore, and landed their killed and +wounded, who were borne away so smartly by the +natives that our men had no time to ascertain the +number.</p> + +<p>Three of the prahus belonged to the same fleet of +Illanuns that escaped the <span class='ships'>Dido</span> off Cape Datu. It +afforded some amusement to find among the slightly +wounded our Rajah’s wealthy and respectable friend, +who was not a little ashamed at being recognised.</p> + +<p>Among the mortally wounded lay the young +commander of the prahu, one of the finest forms of +the human race, with a countenance to match. He +was shot through the lungs, but made attempts to +speak. His conquerors raised him gently into a +sitting posture of comparative ease, but the end +speedily came. He expired where I daresay his +proudest and happiest moments had been passed.</p> + +<p>We afterwards ascertained that the pirates believed +that our boats were coming from a wreck on the +south-east coast of the island, and were full of choice +loot. Piracy is so inherent in a Malay that few can +resist the temptation when an opportunity offers.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sarawak, +May 17.</div> + +<p>On Rajah Brooke’s landing, astonished the natives +by firing a salute from heavier guns than they, as yet, +had ever heard.</p> + +<p>During the morning large boats, some carrying as +many as 200 people, had been coming down the river +to hail Brooke’s return; and one of the greatest +gratifications I had was in witnessing the undisguised +delight, mingled with gratitude and respect, with +which each headman welcomed their newly-elected +ruler back to his adopted country.</p> + +<p>Although many of the Malay chiefs had every +reason to expect that in the <span class='ships'>Dido</span> they saw the means<span class="pagenum" id="Page_299">[299]</span> +by which their misdeeds were to be punished, they +showed their confidence in Mr. Brooke by bringing +their children with them—a sign peculiar to the +Malay.</p> + +<p>The scene was both novel and exciting to us +(just anchored in a large fresh-water river, and +surrounded by a densely-wooded jungle); the whole +surface of the water was covered with canoes and +boats, dressed out with various-coloured silken flags, +filled with natives beating their tomtoms, and playing +on wild and not unpleasant-sounding wind +instruments, varied by the occasional discharge of firearms.</p> + +<p>To them it must have been equally striking and +extraordinary (as few of them had ever seen any +larger vessel than their own war-boats, or even a +European, until Brooke’s arrival), to witness the +<span class='ships'>Dido</span> anchored almost in the centre of their town, +her mastheads towering above the trees of their +jungle; to hear the loud report of her 32-pounder +guns, and watch the running aloft to furl sails of +150 seamen, in their white dresses, the band playing, +all which helped to make an impression that will not +easily be forgotten.</p> + +<p>The next business was my visit of ceremony to +Rajah Muda Hassim, which was sport, though conducted +in the most imposing manner.</p> + +<p>The band, and the marines as a guard, having +landed, we (the officers) assembled at Brooke’s house, +where, having made ourselves as formidable as we +could with swords and cocked hats, we marched in +procession to the Royal residence.</p> + +<p>His Highness sent one of his brothers to receive +us, who led me by the hand into the Royal presence. +The palace was a long low shed, built on piles, to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_300">[300]</span> +which we ascended by a ladder. The audience-chamber +was hung with red and yellow silk curtains, +and round the back and one side of the platform +occupied by the Rajah were ranged his Ministers, +warriors, and men-at-arms, bearing swords, spears, +shields, and other warlike weapons. Opposite to +them were drawn up our Royal Marines, the contrast +between the two bodyguards being amusing.</p> + +<p>Muda Hassim was a wretched-looking little man. +Still, there was a courteous and gentle manner about +him that prepossessed us in his favour, and made +us feel that we were before a Chief who had been +accustomed to command.</p> + +<p>We took our places in a semicircle, on seats +provided for the occasion, smoked cigars and drank +tea. His Highness chewed his sirih-leaf and betel-nut, +seated with one leg crossed under him, and +playing with his toes.</p> + +<p>Very little is ever said during these audiences; so +we sat staring at one another for half an hour, with +mutual astonishment. After the usual compliments +of wishing our friendship might last as long as the +moon, and my having offered him the <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, and +everything else that did not belong to me, in exchange +for his house, we took our leave.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 19.</div> + +<p>This was the day fixed for Muda Hassim’s +visit to the <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, about which he appeared anxious, +as he had seldom been known to go beyond his own +threshold.</p> + +<p>For this ceremony all the boats, guns, tomtoms, +flags, and population were put in requisition; and +the procession to the ship was a gorgeous and amusing +spectacle. We received him on board with a royal +salute. He brought in his train a whole tribe of +natural brothers. His guards and followers were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_301">[301]</span> +strange enough, and far too numerous for the <span class='ships'>Dido’s</span> +deck; but whether the most important personages +of the realm were kept out we did not ascertain. +One fellow succeeded in obtaining a footing with a +large yellow silk canopy, a corner of which having +run into the eye of one of the midshipmen, the bearer +missed his footing, and down came the whole concern—as +I was informed, by <em>accident</em>!</p> + +<p>The party assembled in my cabin, and the remarks +were few; nor did they manifest great astonishment +at anything. In fact, a Malay never allows himself to +be surprised. I believe, however, His Highness did +not think much of my veracity when I informed him +that this was not the largest ship belonging to Her +Britannic Majesty, and that she had several mounting +upwards of 100 guns. He admitted that he had +seen a grander sight than any of his ancestors.</p> + +<p>There was much distress depicted on the Royal +countenance during his visit, which I afterwards +ascertained was owing to his having been informed +that he must not spit in my cabin.</p> + +<p>On leaving the ship, whether the cherry-brandy +he had taken made him forget his directions I do not +know, but he squirted a mouthful of red betel-nut +juice over the white deck, and then had the temerity +to hold out his hand to the First Lieutenant!</p> + +<p>This farce over, I had now some time to refit my +<span class='ships'>Dido</span> in one of the prettiest spots on earth, and as +unlike a dockyard as anything could be.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May.</div> + +<p>Brooke’s residence, although equally rude in +structure with the abodes of the natives, was not +without its English comforts of sofas, chairs, bedsteads, +and baths. It was larger than any other, but, like +them, being built upon piles, we had to mount a +ladder to get into it.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_302">[302]</span></p> + +<p>It was situated on the same side of the river (the +left bank), next to, but rather in the rear of, Muda +Hassim’s palace, with a clear space of about 150 yards +between the back and the edge of the jungle.</p> + +<p>Palisades and a ditch, surrounding the building, +formed a protection to sheep, goats, occasionally +bullocks, pigeons, cats, poultry, geese, monkeys, +dogs and ducks, and snakes.</p> + +<p>The house consisted of but one floor. A large +room in the centre, neatly ornamented with every +description of firearms, in admirable order, served as +an audience and mess-room.</p> + +<p>The various apartments round it served as bedrooms, +most of them comfortably furnished with +matted floors, easy-chairs, pictures, and books, with +much more taste and attention to comfort than +bachelors usually display.</p> + +<p>The Europeans with Mr. Brooke consisted of +Mr. Bloomfield Douglas, formerly in the Navy, a +clever young surgeon, and a gentleman of the name +of Williamson, who, being master of the native language, +as well as active and intelligent, made an +excellent Prime Minister.</p> + +<p>Besides these were two others who came out in +Brooke’s yacht—one an old man-of-war’s man, who +kept the arms in first-rate condition, and another +worthy character called Charlie, who looked after the +accounts and had charge of everything. These were +attended by servants of different nations.</p> + +<p>The cooking establishment was perfect, and the +utmost harmony prevailed. The great feeding-time +was at sunset, when Brooke took his seat at the head +of the table, and all the establishment, as in days of +yore, seated themselves according to their respective +grades.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_303">[303]</span></p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_303'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_303.jpg' alt=''> +<figcaption><span class='ships'>Dido</span> at Sarawak.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_304">[304]</span></p> + +<p>This hospitable board was open to all the officers +of the <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, and many a jovial evening we spent +there.</p> + +<p>Before we left Singapore Mr. Whitehead had +kindly offered his yacht, the <span class='ships'>Emily</span>, a schooner of +50 tons, with a native crew, to bring our letters to +Borneo, on the arrival of the mail from England. +After our short experience, I thought it advisable to +send a boat to cruise in the neighbourhood of Cape +Datu; <span class='ships'>Dido’s</span> largest boat being under repair, Brooke +lent one he had built at Sarawak, called the <span class='ships'>Jolly +Bachelor</span>. Having fitted her with a brass 6-pounder +and a volunteer crew of a mate, two mids, six marines +and twelve seamen, and fortnight’s provisions, the +Second Lieutenant, Hunt, was well pleased at +getting the command. His orders were to cruise, +keep a good look-out for the <span class='ships'>Emily</span> yacht, and escort +her into Sarawak, but he was on no account to land; +Douglas volunteered his services in case an interpreter +should be required.</p> + +<p>It appears that the day after they sailed they +chased three sail in the distance, without nearing +them; they appeared a second and third time after +dusk with same result. It now being late, the crew +fatigued and hungry, Hunt pulled in-shore, lighted a +fire, cooked their provisions, and then hauled her +out to her grapnel near some rocks for the night. +They laid down to rest with their arms by their sides, +ready loaded. The marines’ muskets were stopped +up and down the mainmast. The boat had a small +forecastle as well as an extended decked stern over +the rudder-head, which held the commander. Having +appointed look-out men, I suppose owing to the +fatigues of the day, they one and all fell asleep.</p> + +<p>About 3 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>, the moon rising, Hunt, happening<span class="pagenum" id="Page_305">[305]</span> +to awake, observed a savage brandishing a kris +and performing his war-dance on the bit of deck +forward in an ecstasy of delight, thinking, in all probability, +of the ease in which he had got possession of +a fine trading-boat, and calculating the value of white +slaves he would have to dispose of; little dreaming of +the hornets’ nest into which he had fallen. Jim Hunt’s +round fat face meeting the light of the rising moon, +without a turban surmounting it, was the first notice +the pirate had of his mistake.</p> + +<p>He immediately plunged overboard, and before +Hunt had sufficiently recovered his astonishment to +know whether he was dreaming or not, or to arouse +the crew, a discharge from three or four cannon +within a few yards, and the cutting through the +rigging of various missiles with which the guns were +loaded, convinced him of his disobedience of orders.</p> + +<p>It was as well the men were still lying down, as not +one was hurt, but on jumping up they found themselves +closely pressed by two large war prahus—one +on each bow. To return the fire, cut the cable, man +the oars, and back astern to gain room, was the work +of a minute. But now came the tug-of-war. It +was a case of life or death.</p> + +<p>Our men fought as British sailors ought; quarter +was not expected on either side, and the quick and +deadly aim of the Royal Marines prevented the +pirates from re-loading.</p> + +<p>The Illanun prahus are built with strong bulwarks +or barricades, grapeshot-proof, across the fore part of +their boats, through which ports are cut; these bulwarks +had to be cut away by round shot from the +<span class='ships'>Jolly Bachelor’s</span> brass 6-pounder before the musketry +could bear effectually. This done, our grape and +canister told with fearful execution. In the meantime,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_306">[306]</span> +the pirates had been pressing forward to board +while <span class='ships'>Jolly Bachelor</span> backed astern. As soon as +this service was performed, the few men so employed +dropped their oars and resumed their muskets. The +work was sharp and short, but the slaughter great.</p> + +<p>While one pirate prahu was sinking, and an effort +made to secure her, the other effected an escape by +getting round the point of rocks where a third and +larger prahu, hitherto unseen, came to her assistance +and took her in tow.</p> + +<p>Although subsequently chased by the <span class='ships'>Jolly +Bachelor</span>, they escaped. While setting fire to the +captured prahu, which had some 3 feet of blood and +water in her, a slave swam off who had escaped +during the fight, and informed our men that the +three prahus were the same the <span class='ships'>Dido</span> had seen off +Cape Datu; they had, including slaves, from fifty to +sixty men each on board.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 21.</div> + +<p>The day fixed for my receiving an important +letter from Rajah Muda Hassim. Officers and self +assembled with much ceremony at Brooke’s hall of +audience, where I found assembled all the chiefs and +a crowd of natives, many of whom had already been +informed that the said letter was a requisition for me +to assist in putting down the hordes of pirates who +had so long infested the coast. I believe many of +those present, especially the Borneans, to have been +casually concerned, if not deeply implicated, in some +of their transactions. After I had taken my seat +with Brooke, at the head of the table, the Rajah’s +sword-bearers entered, clearing the way for the huge +yellow canopy, under the shade of which, on a large +brass tray, and carefully sewn up in a yellow silk +bag, was the letter, from which it was removed and +placed in my hands by the Pangeran Budrudeen (the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_307">[307]</span> +Rajah’s brother). I opened the bag with my knife, +and handing it to an interpreter, he read it aloud in +the Malayan tongue. It was variously received by +the audience, many of whose countenances were far +from prepossessing.</p> + +<p>Following is a copy of the letter, to which was +attached the Rajah’s seal:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>This friendly Epistle, having its source in a pure mind, +comes from Rajah Muda Hassim, next in succession to the +Royal Throne of the Kingdom of Borneo, and who holds +his Court at the trading city of Sarawak, to our friend +Henry Keppel, head Captain of the war-frigate of Her +Britannic Majesty, renowned throughout all countries, who +is valiant and discreet, and endowed with a mild and gentle +nature.</p> + +<p>This is to inform our friend that there are certain great +pirates of the people of Sarebas and Sakarran in our neighbourhood +seizing goods and murdering people on the high seas. +They have more than three hundred war prahus, and extend +their ravages even to Bangermussim. They are not subject +to the Government of Bruni (Borneo). They take much +plunder from vessels trading between Singapore and the +good people of our country. It would be a great service if +our friend would adopt measures to put an end to these +piratical outrages. We can present nothing better to our +friend than a kris, such as it is.</p> + +<div class='address-left'> +<p><i>20th day of Rabiul Akhir, 1257.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class='cb'>To which I sent the following reply:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>Captain Keppel begs to acknowledge the receipt of the +Rajah Muda Hassim’s letter, representing that the Dyaks of +Sarebas and Sakarran are the pirates who invest the coast of +Borneo and do material damage to the trade of Singapore. +Captain Keppel will take speedy measures to suppress these +and all other pirates, and feels confident that Her Britannic +Majesty will be glad to learn that the Rajah Muda Hassim +is ready to co-operate in so laudable an undertaking.</p> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_308">[308]</span></p> + +<p>Not being prepared for the Oriental fashion of +exchanging presents, I had nothing to offer, but I +found afterwards that Mr. Brooke had (unknown to +me) sent a clock in my name.</p> + +<p>The Royal kris was handsome—handle of carved +ivory, with a good deal of gold about it. My son +has it.</p> + +<p>This letter of the Rajah’s gave me a good excuse +of putting in motion the small preparations I, with +Brooke’s assistance and advice, had been quietly +making. We determined on attacking the pirates +in their strongholds, commencing with the Sarebas. +Brooke (the Tuan Besar), going to join personally +in a war against such opponents who had never +been conquered, although repeatedly attacked by +the united forces of the surrounding Rajahs, was +strongly opposed by the Datus. But Brooke having +informed them that he should go, the reply was, “If +you die, we die; what is the use of our remaining?”</p> + +<p>Brooke and I attended in my six-oared gig, which +had been covered in like a native boat with <i lang='ms'>kadjang</i>, +the mast and oars landed. The crew, which +was increased by two, propelled her by paddles facing +forward; each paddle was stopped by a lanyard to the +brass rowlock. Each man was provided with a carbine. +I had with the pennant in the bow the master of the +band with his bugle, who could sound my whereabouts. +Horton ascended the Sarebas River with ten boats, the +lighter ones fitted much the same as my gig.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 24.</div> + +<p>The capital and stronghold of the pirates was some +seventy miles up, where they had gone to receive us; +and with our large following of natives with stores +and provisions, there was no hurry. Wherever we +landed we appeared to be welcome. We brought +up for the night off a creek which led to a Chinese<span class="pagenum" id="Page_309">[309]</span> +settlement. The chief of the Kongsee came off to +do homage to “Datu Brooke.” A different tribe of +Dyaks inhabit the Sarebas Mountain, gorgeous in +feathers and scarlet. We did not expect a road, but +a number of these natives kindly shouldered our +small bags and provisions. I, for one, was not prepared +for the dance led us by our wild-cat-like +guides, through thick jungle, and alternately over +rocky hills and the thick marshes we had to cross. +If we attempted to stop, many a fall and flounder in +the mud was the consequence. The ascent of the +hill, although steep, was strikingly beautiful. Our +resting-places few; but when we did reach one, the +cool, fresh breeze, and the increasing extent and +variety of scene, embracing as it did river, mountain, +wood, and sea, amply repaid the exertion of the climb. +On either hand we were sure of a cool rivulet +tumbling over the rocks. While going up, our care +and attention was requisite to secure our safety; for +it is not only one continued climb up ladders, but +<em>such</em> ladders!—made of the single trunk of a tree in +its rough and rounded state, with notches, not cut +with the reasonable distance of the ratlines of our +rigging, but requiring the knee to be brought level +with the chin before the feet are sufficiently parted to +reach from one step to another; and that when the +muscles of the thigh begin to ache, and the wind is +pumped out of the body. We mounted in this +manner some 500 feet. We were received in one +of the circular halls of these Dyaks, hung round +with hundreds of human heads, most of them dried +with the skin and hair on. To give them, if possible, +a more ghastly appearance, small shells (the cowry) +are inserted where the eyes once were. Tufts of +dry grass protruded from the ears.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_310">[310]</span></p> + +<p>But my eyes soon got accustomed to the sight, +and by the time our meal was ready we did not +mind dining in the scullery. Of course the natives +crowded round us; with these people it was as with +the more civilised—curiosity was strongest in the +gentler sex.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 25.</div> + +<p>Having returned to our boats, moved up another +branch of the river, and, with the chance of some +deer-shooting, landed under a group of shady trees. +The distance we had to walk to our game our guides +considered nothing: some five miles through jungle.</p> + +<p>Just before sunset we came to a jungle which +opened on a swamp of long rank grass. Leeches +abounded, getting up one’s legs and down one’s +socks. They caused no pain when they caught on, +but on taking off our shoes we frequently found +them saturated with blood.</p> + +<p>The guide having made signs for me to advance, +after some trouble, watching the direction of his +finger, I observed the heads of two deer just above +the grass about 60 yards distant. From the manner +the doe was moving about her long ears, it had, to +my view, all the appearance of a rabbit.</p> + +<p>Shooting for the pot, I selected her. As I fired, +two of my boat’s crew dashed into the grass, and +within a moment were up to their chins in mud and +water. We had some difficulty in dragging them +out.</p> + +<p>Our Malay guide reached the deer from the +opposite side, taking care to utter the prayer and cut +the throat with the head in the direction of the +Prophet’s tomb. The doe was struck just below the +ear, and my native companions appeared astonished +at the distance and deadly effect with which my +smooth-bore Westley-Richards had conveyed the ball.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_311">[311]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXIX">CHAPTER XXIX</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class="smcap"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—Borneo</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1843. +June 6.</div> + +<p>We now began to prepare for work of another sort. +After our small flotilla had started, the <span class='ships'>Dido</span> took a +berth about two miles inside the entrance of the +Sarebas River, off Pulo Burong, by way of securing +our retreat.</p> + +<p>We had daily accounts of the formidable resistance +the pirates intended to make. By the 8th +our preparations were complete. The neighbouring +Seriffs sent assurances of their good intentions to the +Rajah.</p> + +<p>Seriff Jaffer, who lived with an industrious but +warlike race up the Linga, a branch of the Batang +Lupar River, had never been known to commit an +act of piracy, but had been frequently at war with the +Sarebas and Sekarrans, offered to join our expedition.</p> + +<p>Seriff Sahib, lived up the Sadong River, adjoining +the Sarebas territory. Macota, a smooth-tongued +villain, known among us as “The Serpent,” sent +Brooke and myself an invitation to partake of a +feast while on our way up the Sarebas.</p> + +<p>This invite was accompanied by a present of two +handsome spears and a porcupine. He also offered +to give up a woman and her children whom he had,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_312">[312]</span> +with the assistance of the Sekarrans, captured from +the Sow Dyaks on the Sarawak River.</p> + +<p>Further to the eastward, and up the Batang +Lupar, into which the Sekarran runs, lived another +powerful Seriff, by name Mulla, elder brother of +Sahib.</p> + +<p>All these, through fear, sent submissive messages; +but their turn was yet to come. We proceeded +towards the Sarebas capital.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 8.</div> + +<p>I have neither space nor time to give all the +names nor describe the force, and am afraid there +are few now alive whose names it would be a pleasure +for me to record. Lieutenant Wilmot, who commanded +the <span class='ships'>Dido</span> force, was in the pinnace. With +him were W. H. Partridge, mate; W. Simpson, +assistant-surgeon; Hallowes, midshipman.</p> + +<p>In first cutter: D’Aeth, midshipman; Bloomfield +Douglas, as interpreter; Mr. Collinson, boatswain. +Second cutter: Mr. Elliott, master, and Jenkins, +midshipman.</p> + +<p>In the <span class='ships'>Jolly Bachelor</span>: Lieutenant Tottenham, +and Comber, midshipman; also Mr. Brooke’s +medical attendant, Dr. Treacher, as well as an +amateur, Mr. Ruppell. Total force from <span class='ships'>Dido</span> was +eighty, officers and men.</p> + +<p>The all-important “Datu Brooke” was with me +in the gig. He was also attended by a sampan and +crew he had brought from Singapore. Brooke’s +coxswain, Seboo, we shall long remember. He was +civil only to his master, and, I believe, brave while +in his company. Seboo was stupid-looking, but a +powerfully-built sort of savage. When going into +action he went on his knees, holding a loaded musket +before him.</p> + +<p>In the second gig was Lieutenant E. Gunnell,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_313">[313]</span> +whose troublesome duty it was to keep order. +Stores were in a tope: the whole formed a novel +scene.</p> + +<p>It was curious to contemplate the different feelings +that actuated Malays and Dyaks: many from attachment +to Brooke, some for plunder, but I think the +majority to gratify revenge.</p> + +<p>We did not get far the first day, as the tope was +slow, and carried that most essential part of all +expeditions—the commissariat.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 9.</div> + +<p>We had got another thirty miles. I pulled from +one end to the other of Horton’s Mosquito Fleet +with as much pride as Sir William Parker must +have felt when heading seventy-five British ships up +the Yang-tse-Kiang in the heart of the Chinese +Empire.</p> + +<p>I had left Brooke with the youngsters on board +the <span class='ships'>Jolly Bachelor</span>. Late in the afternoon, when +well in advance, I observed, hidden under the bushes, +a long canoe—no doubt a look-out; and I daresay +my gig, with its Kadjang coverings, was taken for one +of themselves.</p> + +<p>I fired at the fore-part of her. There was a rush +into the jungle. On examination we found the +bullet had gone through both sides of an iron kettle, +and I expect astonished the cook.</p> + +<p>During the day several deserted boats with arms +in them were taken from the banks and destroyed.</p> + +<p>Before we brought up for the night we had to +face the bore, a wall of water, the approach of which +might be seen near a mile off. It is formed by the +contraction of the river, and rises with the flood-tide +some 8 feet.</p> + +<p>Anchors were let go, and by keeping a strain +on the cables we partially moved with it. The bore<span class="pagenum" id="Page_314">[314]</span> +soon loses strength, giving anchors time to bite. +After it had passed we took up our berths in two +lines up a reach of the river. My gig was secured +under the shade of a large tree, near the inner +line of boats.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 10.</div> + +<p>Late in the evening, when the song and joke had +ceased and lights out, the paddles of a canoe were +heard and hailed by each of our boats in succession, +to which they replied, “We belong to your party.” +And it was not until we heard the yell of triumph +given by six or eight voices that we found how we +had been imposed upon. The beating of gongs and +firing of guns went on all night. We weighed at +daylight. Our rapid advance with a strong tide +must have been seen from the various hills which +now rose to our view. Brooke had rejoined me in +the gig.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 11.</div> + +<p>We were somewhat ahead of the boats, tide +sweeping us up; had we been inclined to retreat, +we should have found it difficult. A sharp turn +brought us into a straight and widened river, at the +end of which was a cleared hill surmounted by a +battery of brass guns. Halfway between the battery +and ourselves, in 9 feet of water, was a freshly-made +barrier, formed of long poles driven in—4 feet apart—one +in front of the other. The ends above water +were made to cross, so as to form a crutch, on which +trees were laid horizontally, firmly secured by <i lang='ms'>rôtans</i>. +It took our boats, assisted by the native followers, +some minutes to cut a couple of openings, Greenhill +battery meanwhile playing on them. D’Aeth, in the +cutter, was the first to get through.</p> + +<p>Just before what I have attempted to describe, we +observed a small gap in the barrier under some +overhanging branches. Having a strong tide with<span class="pagenum" id="Page_315">[315]</span> +us, Brooke and I thought we could dash through. +We hung for a few seconds, when we were covered +with leaves and small boughs. The piratical gunner +on the Greenhill battery, although the line was good, +had given too much elevation, and I believe the tide +brought us up earlier than they expected, as the +pirates came swarming down, but too late for their +spears to reach before we had got out clear into the +open space, with D’Aeth, in the cutter, on same side +with ourselves. He was at once off to the Greenhill.</p> + +<p>However smart these piratical gentry might be +with their ordnance afloat, D’Aeth and his blue-jackets +and cutlasses were in possession of their battery +before they had time to reload. We had only three +men wounded while cutting through the barrier.</p> + +<p>Our native auxiliaries were soon with us: the +dreaded Sarebas stronghold of two centuries no +longer existed, and the baskets made to hold “Datu +Brooke’s” head and mine were not wanted, this time.</p> + +<p>The pirates ran away as our men landed, and a +few minutes after the native allies had got to work +the whole town was ablaze. After rest and refreshment, +Brooke proposed following up the fugitives, +and started with Horton in the pinnace, accompanied +by some native followers. I remained in the <span class='ships'>Jolly +Bachelor</span> to see the amputation of poor Batterson’s +arm (one of my best men, captain of the forecastle).</p> + +<p>It was now late, drizzly rain falling, when the +booming of the pinnace’s heavy gun showed that +Horton had come in contact with the pirates. This +was responded to by one of those simultaneous war-yells, +apparently from every part of the country. I +jumped into my gig, taking my pet bugler, John +Eager, who was placed in the bow. Our arms were +in readiness; we proceeded to join the combatants.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_316">[316]</span></p> + +<p>Tide had just turned against us, and as we advanced +up the river, trees hung over many parts, nearly +meeting across. At the same time, the occasional +firing that was kept up assured me that the enemy +were on the alert, and with all the advantages of +local knowledge, as well as darkness, on their side. +From the winding of the stream, too, the yells +appeared to come from every direction—sometimes +ahead, sometimes astern.</p> + +<p>We had pulled, feeling our way for nearly two +hours, when a sudden quick discharge of musketry +on my left intimated that we were approaching the +scene of action. At the same time we passed several +large war-boats hauled up on the bank. I felt convinced +that our party was surrounded, and that we +should have to fight our way to each other. Strongly +impressed with this idea, I approached with caution. +In the distance I could dimly discern a crowd that +I knew I must pass to get to our people. I prepared +the crew to do their best—pull for their lives, and +told John Eager to strike up “Rory O’More.” +When abreast, emptied both barrels into the thick of +them.</p> + +<p>Conceive my horror, fair reader, when I heard +Horton’s voice, “Don’t fire, sir; we are here.” +My first exclamation was, “How could you allow +anything to approach without hailing?”</p> + +<p>No one was killed. One bullet, after striking +the bow of the pinnace, hit the breastplate of a Royal +Marine and knocked him into the water. The other +went through both cheeks of one of our native +followers without breaking a tooth.</p> + +<p>Horton’s explanation was that they were keeping +out of sight of a superior force of pirates, who were +near enough to throw spears among them, and they<span class="pagenum" id="Page_317">[317]</span> +believed themselves surrounded. I believe “Rory +O’More” had dispersed the enemy.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 12.</div> + +<p>Daylight brought a flag of truce. Brooke sent +an unarmed Malay to meet them; after a little +palaver they came to our boats. The message was, +they were ready to abide by any terms we might +dictate. I promised that hostilities should cease for +two hours, but that we could treat only with the +chiefs, whose persons should be protected, and invited +them to a conference at 1 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span></p> + +<p>At the appointed hour the chiefs made their +appearance, dressed in their best, but looking haggard +and dejected. Brooke, as “Tuan Besar,” officiated +as spokesman. He fully explained that our invasion +of their country was not for the purposes of pillage +or gain to ourselves, but as a punishment for their +piracy. He reminded them that they had been fully +warned two years before that the British nation would +no longer allow the native trade between Singapore +and the adjacent islands to be cut off and plundered +as it had been.</p> + +<p>They were humble and submissive, and admitted +their lives were forfeited; said if we “ordered” them +to die they were prepared. Finally, they promised to +refrain for ever from piracy, and offered hostages for +their good behaviour.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 13.</div> + +<p>On our return to the still smoking ruins of the +town of Paddi, we found that Seriff Jaffer, our ally, +with his 800 warriors had not been idle. It was a +melancholy sight: thirteen bodies lying in a row. +How many wounded escaped we didn’t know. +Collecting our forces, we dropped leisurely down the +river, but not without a parting yell of triumph from +our Dyak force—a yell that should have made the +hearts of those quail whose wives and children lay<span class="pagenum" id="Page_318">[318]</span> +concealed in the heart of the jungle, near where we +had held the conference.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 14.</div> + +<p>We rejoined the commissariat tope and prepared +for an attack on Pakoo. With four days’ provisions +we went up another branch of the river. An hour +before sunset we arrived at the foot of two newly +built stockades, but the people knew of the example +at Paddi, and were in a state of panic. They stood +but one discharge and fled. Pakoo and the adjacent +country were destroyed. I saw here the operation of +cooking and preserving heads, and a very unpleasing +one it was.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 15.</div> + +<p>At daylight the smaller boats proceeded up and +met a flag of truce. An offer was made by the chiefs +to come to terms. But as they denied having any connection +with their neighbours, the Rembas pirates, we +returned to Boling, and made preparations for giving +<em>them</em> also a lesson they would not forget.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 16.</div> + +<p>The tides not suiting to take us the whole way, +and not having sufficient moon to make a night +attack, we brought up about sunset, a quarter-tide +below Rembas Forts. No end of monkeys about, but +no time to play with them.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 17.</div> + +<p>Proceeding at daylight, but met the most formidable +barriers we had yet encountered, and which +detained us some time in cutting through. However, +when this was accomplished the resistance was +small.</p> + +<p>Looting of bullocks, goats, and poultry very +great; likewise the destruction of forts, houses, war-boats, +grain, fruit-trees, etc. The Rembas was by far +the richest and finest country we had seen. The +lesson the chiefs received will not be forgotten. In +the afternoon, collecting our boats and prizes, and +dismissing allies, we prepared to return. Moving<span class="pagenum" id="Page_319">[319]</span> +down with the ebb tide, we reached the tope at midnight. +Grub very low.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 18.</div> + +<p>Shifted into the tope to stretch my legs, hurrying +the boats back to the ships. The tope a dull brute +though, with poor sick Dr. Simpson and two badly +wounded men. Anchored at the mouth of the river.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 19.</div> + +<p>Light winds and calm. Did not progress. Other +boats ahead. Feel tired, not having had clothes off, +except to bathe, for a fortnight.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 20.</div> + +<p>What we make with the wind we lose with the +tide. Still off the mouth of the Sarebas.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 22.</div> + +<p>At daylight rigged jury-mast. Light breeze. +Ship still twenty miles off. Simpson worse. Took +to my gig, getting on board in the evening. Glad of +it, too. Sent pinnace with provisions, and to fetch sick +and wounded. Received orders to return to China.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 23.</div> + +<p>Left the ship with Brooke on first of the flood-tide. +Came up with our valiant auxiliaries, who +were waiting to accompany us to the capital. Bade +Muda Hassim farewell. Much saluting on all sides. +Parting dinner with Brooke.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 24.</div> + +<p>Left friend Brooke’s hospitable board at the early +hour of 3 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>, and started first of the flood for the +ship. Got on board at nine, and weighed for +Singapore.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 25.</div> + +<p>At sea. No spare time to look for pirates. Good +cruising-ground, though! Left our marks on some +of them, poor devils! Did some good for trade, and +proportionate harm to pirates.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 27.</div> + +<p>Improving breeze. All good wine done. Time +to get into Singapore again.</p> + +<p>My stay in Sarawak was of short duration, because, +before I had time to carry out the arrangements +made to put down this horrid piracy, the <span class='ships'>Dido</span> was, +owing to changes in the distribution of the fleet,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_320">[320]</span> +recalled to China. Not expecting to revisit Borneo +during the period the ship had to run before completing +her usual time of commission, it is gratifying +to read the following in my friend Brooke’s journal, +alluding to that time:</p> + +<figure class='figcenter' id='i_320'> + <img class='h100' src='images/i_320.jpg' alt=''> + <figcaption>A River Scene.</figcaption> +</figure> + +<p>“I came myself in the <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, and I may say that +her appearance was the consummation of my enterprise. +The natives saw directly that there was a +force to protect and to punish, and most of the chiefs, +conscious of their evil ways, trembled. Muda +Hassim was gratified, and felt that this power would +exalt his authority, both in Borneo and along the +coast, and he was not slow in magnifying the force +of the <span class='ships'>Dido</span>. The state in which Captain Keppel +and his officers visited the Rajah all heightened the +effect; the marines and the band excited the admiration +as well as the fears of the natives. I felt the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_321">[321]</span> +Rajah’s hand tremble at the first interview, and not +all the well-known command of countenance could +conceal his emotion.”</p> + +<p>Gentle reader, excuse my vanity if I continue a +little further with my friend’s journal, although it +gets rather personal:</p> + +<p>“I believe the first emotion was anything but +pleasurable; but Captain Keppel’s conciliatory and +kind manner soon removed any feeling of fear, and +all along was of the greatest use to me in our subsequent +doings.”</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_322">[322]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXX">CHAPTER XXX</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—<span class="smcap">China</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1843. +June 28.</div> + +<p>Afternoon, came to in Singapore Roads. Put up +with friend Whitehead. Glad again to catch Henry +Seymour in <span class='ships'>Harlequin</span>.</p> + +<p>Sorry to hear of the death of my dear old Royal +master, the Duke of Sussex.</p> + +<p>Examination of midshipmen. One rare stupid, +but passed them all! Landed poor Dr. Simpson at +sick-quarters looking too ill.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 30.</div> + +<p>Weighed for China. Synge of 98th with me. +Have to work up against monsoon. A lovely squall +carried us eleven knots, on a wind. At sunset shifted +topsails ready for the next. No wish for a typhoon +though.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 12.</div> + +<p>1 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>—Anchored in Hong Kong. Breakfast +with Commander-in-Chief. Rear-Admiral Sir +Thomas Cochrane present.</p> + +<p>The Plenipotentiary, Sir Henry Pottinger, was busy +extracting indemnity from Mandarins, who understood +as much or as little as they liked. Although +war was over, it was necessary to retain possession +of certain points until the indemnity was paid. This +caused many transports to lie idle at Whampoa. Nor +was there enough of the rupee coin to pay the crews. +Idleness, root of evil.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_323">[323]</span></p> + +<p><span class='ships'>Dido</span> being a post command, it fell to my disagreeable +lot to keep order. I did not think much +of the Consuls and Vice-Consuls, nor they of me. +The Plenipo and Admiral, not having much to do, +were jealous.</p> + +<p>If I have any fair readers, I would advise them to +skip the following. I hope shortly to take them to +new ground.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 13.</div> + +<p>Cunynghame to breakfast. Lent me his pony +that I might dine with 98th at Chuck Chow. +Whimper, senior, attentive and kind, as they all +were, proposed my health as senior honorary member.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 17.</div> + +<p>Signal for <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, “Prepare for sea.” Sailed for +Macao with Edwards and Wade. One of the pirates +who had murdered Dr. Kinlay caught.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 19.</div> + +<p>Pleasant dinner with Lord Saltoun. Met Colonel +Colin Campbell, of 98th; also Wade, same regiment, +who became a wonderful Chinese scholar.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 22.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Agincourt</span> (nicknamed <span class='ships'>’Gincourt</span>) doing “small +craft,” cruising about the harbour. During the +afternoon she got on shore, and <span class='ships'>Dido</span> was signalled +to go to her assistance.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 24.</div> + +<p>Got orders to take station at Whampoa, first communicating +with Plenipo. Consul stupid. Asked +him to dinner. He came, although too ill to wait +on me before.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Whampoa, +July 27.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Dido</span> causing sensation among handsome and +fast opium clippers. Amoy, name of an old Chinese +woman keeping a tanker-boat here, has $40,000, +made by smuggling opium.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 1.</div> + +<p>$188,000 taken on board on Government account.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 3.</div> + +<p>Another instalment of half-million dollars. Settled +cases of mutiny on board merchant ships.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 6.</div> + +<p>Heard last evening death of our valued friend +and shipmate, Dr. Simpson, at Singapore.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_324">[324]</span></p> + +<p>Our Chinese beef-contractor, being anxious that +I should visit his curiosity-shop, on my stating that +I had no money, exclaimed, “Hai yah! Wot can do? +S’pose got no money, how can make handsome face? +How get command fine ship, all same <span class='ships'>Dido</span>.”</p> + +<p>For company I had a French corvette, <span class='ships'>L’Alcmène</span>, +26, Captaine Le Comte Fourinier. We were good +friends; generally breakfasted together. One morning +his approach was announced rather later than +usual, but in full uniform. I had to listen to a +complaint.</p> + +<p>During his morning’s pull he happened to pass +through Blenheim Reach, and to his astonishment +(<em>and</em> mine) he found six British men-of-war—three +of them ships of the line. He stated that by treaty +we were limited to a certain number, and seemed to +think he had been hardly used by my not having let +him know this fact before.</p> + +<p>I took him by the arm and conducted him down +to breakfast; then informed him that what he had +seen were merely our “tea-chests.” But, he exclaimed, +that happening to be there at eight o’clock, he had +seen them cross topgallant yards, hoist colours, while +the bands played “God save the Queen.”</p> + +<p>I told him that three of them might <em>once</em> have +been ships of the line. They were now our tea-chests, +and came from Calcutta during northerly +monsoon with cotton, and perhaps a bit of opium, +and went back by the southerly monsoon with tea, +and perhaps a few curios.</p> + +<p>We had great fun, and he enjoyed the gay parties +in Blenheim Reach as much as we did.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 1.</div> + +<p>Young Partridge came to dine, many of the name +down in Norfolk this day. I wish I could get my +good bird promoted.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_325">[325]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 4.</div> + +<p>Among the cheery parties, few better than that +given by Captain Baker on board the <span class='ships'>Earl of +Balcarres</span>. Did not get home before the usual “daylight.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 7.</div> + +<p>Mr. Consul Hamilton arrived from Canton to +take up his quarters. <i lang='fr'>Chez moi!</i> No spare room. +He found <span class='ships'>Dido</span> too hot. Billeted him on board the +<span class='ships'>Lowjee Family</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 16.</div> + +<p>Regatta of country ships’ boats. Bad finish. +Tiller broke in a mate’s hands; he fell backwards +overboard, and was drowned before any one could get +near. Hundreds of spectators. In the midst of life +we are in death.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 24.</div> + +<p>F. Horton, who had been invalided, took his +parting dinner with me. Sorry indeed to lose +him. With use of launch and pinnace was enabled +to make visits to Canton, Macao, and +Hong Kong, to say nothing of the cheery Blenheim +Reach.</p> + +<p>I was anxious for a change, having been doing +magistrate at Whampoa over two months.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 26.</div> + +<p>Made visit in launch to Plenipo and friends at +Hong Kong; next day to Macao. While riding +one of Gray’s best horses near the boundary lines, +was charged by a buffalo cow, causing a cut nearly +a foot in length, and drawing blood on near +flank.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Sept. 30.</div> + +<p>On returning, anchored to save tide off the +Chinese fort. Was run down by a light merchant +brig; she carried away our foremast, giving me a +violent blow on left heel.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 3.</div> + +<p>Admiral arrived in <span class='ships'>Spitfire</span>. With him to Canton. +Old round of curio-shops. Heel very painful. +Blue at the fore hoisted on board <span class='ships'>Dido</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 5.</div> + +<p>Visited the place where our troops landed and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_326">[326]</span> +captured Canton before <span class='ships'>Dido</span> arrived on the station. +Large dinner at Livingstone’s.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 7.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Dido</span> resigned flag to <span class='ships'>Spiteful</span>.</p> + +<p>Tied by leg, or, more properly, by the heel.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 11.</div> + +<p>Gray and Hogg to dinner; also new Master, +Allen.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 21.</div> + +<p>Tiffined with Doctor Marjoribanks. He informed +me that a Mandarin in Canton was seriously ill, and +he had been sent for. He told me if I would care +to dress in plain clothes, and come as his assistant, I +should see many things forbidden to “Foreign +Devils.”</p> + +<p>Curiously enough, a hundred years ago, my grand-uncle, +Admiral Lord Keppel, then a Mid, wrote in +his Log-Book:—</p> + +<div class='blockquot'> +<p>“Fryday, <i>14th October, 1743</i>.—Commodore +Anson, Captain Saumarez, and myself, put off from +the <span class='ships'>Centurion</span> in ye barge for Canton.”</p> +</div> + +<p>Before his visit in the <span class='ships'>Centurion</span>, no foreigner +was known to have entered the Celestial City, and +for a century its gates were closed to foreigners.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 24.</div> + +<p>Was about to dine with McKeans, when a fire +broke out in Canton. Went to the top of Livingstone’s +house, and found the sight too grand to leave; +had dinner sent up there. Rice birds in perfection. +Sent for <span class='ships'>Dido</span>.</p> + +<p>Passed night in the American <i lang='zh'>hong</i>,<a id="FNanchor_6" href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> which soon +became too hot. Our marines protected property, +which became easier after a Lascar had been shot.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 26.</div> + +<p>All business was stopped for a few days. Dent’s +<i lang='zh'>hong</i> took a flower-boat to live in. I gave them a +corporal’s guard of seven marines.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Oct. 28.</div> + +<p>Ordered to Hong Kong. With Jardine and Miss +Hogg to Whampoa in a dollar boat.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_327">[327]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 11.</div> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 15.</div> + +<p>Hong Kong continuing sickly; two or three +funerals daily. The breaking-up of fresh building +ground, I believe, the cause. The Plenipo’s nephew, +Major Pottinger, supposed to be dying.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 16.</div> + +<p>Signalled at dinner-time to go to Macao.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Nov. 17.</div> + +<p>Anchored early. Saluted French Commodore +Roy in <span class='ships'>L’Erigone</span>, 46. Friends Lindsay and Co. +took me in.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 1.</div> + +<p>Returned to Hong Kong. Quite cold; fires +pleasant. Am to accompany Admiral to Manila.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 4.</div> + +<p>Weighed from Macao and joined both Admirals +off the Ladrones. Beat them sailing, to my satisfaction. +At noon Rear-Admiral got permission to part +company.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 6.</div> + +<p>Blowing fresh. Both sails and ropes much worn. +Dockyard stores short.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 8.</div> + +<p>Weather finer. Admiral signalled for me to dine +at 3 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> Same time sent me to examine strange +sail, sixteen miles to leeward. She proved to be the +<span class='ships'>Duchess of Gordon</span>, from Macao, bound to Manila. +Rejoined Admiral during the night.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 9.</div> + +<p>Signal to dine with Admiral at 4 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> No +stranger in sight! After dinner directed to proceed +to Manila.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 11.</div> + +<p>Daylight, anchored off Manila. Put up with +Richardson.</p> + +<p>Called on Governor, with letter from Commander-in-Chief, +and officials, and returned at night to be +ready to receive Admiral. Much taken with the +wonderful vegetation stretching from shore as far as +the eye can reach.</p> + +<p>Admiral, accompanied by Lord Saltoun, Cunynghame, +and Hope Grant, landed at noon, under +a salute of 21 guns. What an opportunity for me +to see the capital of the Philippines! They were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_328">[328]</span> +received by the Teniente del Rey and el Mayor de la +Plaza, and escorted by cavalry, guards of soldiers to +any extent, also a military band, showing the cordial +feeling which existed between us.</p> + +<p>The city is divided into two parts by a river, and +fortified on all sides. “Orang” is the term used by +all peoples of the great Eastern Archipelago, prefixed +to the different races. The residents of the Spanish +Settlements called themselves after the high-sounding +name of Orang Castillia. Malays use the term +“Orang Puteh” (white man) for the English only.</p> + +<p>Nothing could exceed the courtesy and kindness +with which the Spanish authorities, as well as the +English and other merchants, treated us.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 14.</div> + +<p>Visited the Government tobacco factory, and saw +3000 or more native women manufacturing cheroots. +We then went to the <i lang='ms'>pina</i> manufactory, a beautifully +fine but expensive fabric, made from pine-apple fibre, +silky and delicately dyed. We saw the <i lang='ms'>pina</i> dress +ordered by the great Parsee, Sir Jamsetjee Jejeebhoy, +to be sent home to the Queen. It cost $3000, and +it took thirty or forty women to weave and prepare +the fibre.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 16.</div> + +<p>Attended the theatre; all native performers. +With the small Spanish I picked up on the south +coast of Spain, I really enjoyed the play.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 17.</div> + +<p>Started, with the Admiral, Saltoun, and suite, after +dinner on an interesting expedition to a place called +Guadeloupe, in a well-fitted canoe.</p> + +<p>Passing through fertile pâdi-land, we were received +by the Adjutant-General in great state on our arriving +at Pasig. The priests, hearing of our approach from +Don Crispon, who accompanied us, also welcomed us +by sending in children nicely dressed, bearing wreaths +of flowers and carrying small flags, who danced and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_329">[329]</span> +sang in procession till we reached the Casa del Cura, +where more salutes were fired. We were entertained +here by the jolly friars of San Augustine.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 19.</div> + +<p>Passing through beautiful scenery, ascending +rapids, and saw wonderful cascades at Baya Baya. +Returned to Cavite Fort.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 20.</div> + +<p>Embarked, attended by a band of music, with +Admiral and General, to see the hot springs at Los +Baños. This was a stream of hot water, which was +falling into the lake at the rate of several hundred +gallons a minute, highly charged with sulphur. The +surrounding country is volcanic; near this lake is the +crater of an extinct volcano, but the water which filled +it was putrid and full of crocodiles.</p> + +<p>Here the <i lang='ms'>cura</i> (village priest) entertained our party, +his band playing us in. Indeed, it was a kind of +triumphal march all the time, the people wishing to +honour those who had taken part in the conquering +of China.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 23.</div> + +<p>We reached Pasig at sunset. Mr. Consul Diggles +gave a grand dinner, and afterwards a ball, at which +a native tailor introduced himself. He was helped to +an awkward fall downstairs, and roared out he was +dead! Poor Diggles got into trouble about it, a junta +of doctors declaring the tailor was in danger of losing +his life. However, a sum of money soothed this +down, like most things amongst natives.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 25.</div> + +<p>We ate our Christmas dinner at the <i lang='es'>hacienda</i> of +the Augustinian friars, a rich community, who were +most lavish in their entertainment.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 28.</div> + +<p>Dinner at the United States Consulate; went +afterwards to Balancan by moonlight, staying at the +convent of Quingoa, with Padre Faustus; we slept in +small dormitories.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 30.</div> + +<p>Returned to the city of Manila, getting an<span class="pagenum" id="Page_330">[330]</span> +excellent cup of chocolate before starting from a +priest who had been a soldier in the Carlist wars.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Dec. 31.</div> + +<p>Made purchases, by permission of Sir William +Parker, of Manila rope, cordage, sails, booms, and +small spars for <span class='ships'>Dido</span>. <span class='ships'>Cornwallis</span> also refitted. Paid +farewell visits to Captain-General and other friends.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_331">[331]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXXI">CHAPTER XXXI</h2> +</div> + +<p class='chap-title'><span class='ships'>Dido</span>—<span class="smcap">Calcutta</span></p> + + +<div class="sidenote">1844. +Jan. 1. +Manila.</div> + +<p>2 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span>—Weighed in company with <span class='ships'>Cornwallis</span>.</p> + +<p>5.30.—Came to off Cavite Fort. Received on +board Lord Saltoun, Hope Grant, and Captain Cunynghame, +A.D.C. Parted company with <span class='ships'>Cornwallis</span>.</p> + +<p>Left Rear-Admiral’s bag of coffee behind, which +he won’t think much of. Have plenty of turkeys, +though.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 7.</div> + +<p>Hong Kong; arrived 7 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> Glad to find Charlie +Graham in command of <span class='ships'>Castor</span>, 36, in from England.</p> + +<p>Received following vexatious memo:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<div class='address'> +<p class="center"> +H.M.S. <span class='ships'>Agincourt</span>, +<span class="smcap">Hong Kong</span>,</p> +<p><i>January 8, 1844</i>.</p> +</div> + +<p class='cb'><em>Memo.</em>—It is my direction that you cause the <span class='ships'>Vixen</span>, +steamer, to be supplied with main topmast studding sail +booms, 1.</p> + +<p>Ditto T. gallant do., 1.</p> + +<p>And you will return to the naval storekeeper under-mentioned, +viz.:</p> + +<ul class='no-bullet'> +<li>Barling spars, 2.</li> +<li>Middling, do., 3.</li> +<li>Main topgallant studding sail booms, 1.</li> +<li>Swinging booms, 1.</li> +<li>Main topmast studding sail booms, 1.</li> +</ul> + +<div class='signature'> +<p class="right pr4"> +(Signed) <span class="smcap">Thos. Cochrane</span>,</p> +<p class='right pr1'>Rear-Admiral.</p> +</div> + +<div class='address-left'> +<p class='center'> +<span class="smcap">Captain the Hon. Henry Keppel</span>,</p> +<p class='center'>H.M.S. <span class='ships'>Dido</span>.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class='cb'><span class="pagenum" id="Page_332">[332]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan, 23.</div> + +<p>Attended the counting, weighing, and packing of +sycee silver to be sent by <span class='ships'>Dido</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 25.</div> + +<p>$400,000 worth of sycee silver shipped this morning +for Calcutta.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 28.</div> + +<p>Farewell dinner given me by Compton, all the +merchants accompanying me with lanterns afterwards +to my boat. Three hearty cheers, and we +parted. Have received much kindness and hospitality.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 29.</div> + +<p>Report of a junk sunk with stones caused me to +secure the best Chinese pilot. On his coming on board, +he requested he might have a sailor’s hat, that he +might hide his well-coiled tail, as “too muchee +mandarin about.”</p> + +<p>We weighed and made sail. I placed the pilot +in the starboard hammock netting, he squatting at +my feet. We had a fresh fair wind; tide with us.</p> + +<p>At about 3 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> <span class='ships'>Dido’s</span> bow suddenly rose (with +$2,000,000 of sycee silver in her!). My two-foot +Dollond came down like a hammer on the pilot’s +head. He fell overboard, his life saved by the hat +I had given him. I saw him swimming for the +shore, like the toad that he was.</p> + +<p>My <span class='ships'>Dido’s</span> pace not checked. She rose to the +obstacle—a sunken junk full of stones—and descended +the other side like a hunter.</p> + +<p>At sunset we came to at Hong Kong Roads. +Not a drop of water could be found in the well, and +my boys were too anxious to get away to breathe a +word.</p> + +<p>General Sir Hugh Gough was one of a parting +dinner given by Admiral to Lord Saltoun.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Jan. 31.</div> + +<p>Embarked Lord Saltoun at noon, Hope Grant +and Cunynghame with him. Out of sight of flag +before daylight.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_333">[333]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 5.</div> + +<p>Current favouring us. Saltoun and Grant performing +on the guitar and violoncello of an evening.</p> + +<p>Like my new Lieutenant, Turnour; he has nerve +for carrying sail.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Singapore, +Feb. 10.</div> + +<p>Anchored at Singapore. Found orders to proceed +to Penang. Returned a salute of 17 guns fired for +Lord Saltoun.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 12.</div> + +<p>There is a pleasure in a fast-sailing ship. Until +arrival of <span class='ships'>Dido</span> opium clippers had it all their own +way.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Penang, +Feb. 15.</div> + +<p>Anchored off Penang at 7 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> Glad to find +Commander-in-Chief, living on the hill. Saltoun and +staff came up after tiffin.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 16.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Diana</span> arrived with accounts of +<span class='ships'>Harlequin</span>, and +<span class='ships'>Wanderer’s</span> boat action with pirates.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 18.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Wanderer</span> arrived; too late to see my wounded +friend Brooke or Henry Seymour.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 19.</div> + +<p>Dinner with Admiral Sir William Parker. Good +ball and supper given by kind residents.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 20.</div> + +<p>Examined and passed Bobby Jenkins. If he has +an opportunity he will distinguish himself. After tiffin +with Admiral, re-embarked passengers. Left my +China boy, Chopsticks, at school in Penang, and sailed.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Feb. 22.</div> + +<p>Saltoun with gout. Nothing puts him out of +temper though. Thermometer 84°. Grant training +the small band into fairly good play.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">March 5.</div> + +<p>During a calm D’Aeth and Turnour dived under +ship’s bottom to see if any part of false keel had +been disturbed; nothing perceptible.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Calcutta, +March 7.</div> + +<p>The very small puppy Smut killed six large rats +under gunroom skylight. Made the Sandheads +light-vessel at 11 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">March 8.</div> + +<p>Got a gentleman pilot on board at 2 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>—a +Mr. Perie; he marked our lead-lines to inches.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">March 9.</div> + +<p>Got up to-day as far as Hooghly Reach, forty<span class="pagenum" id="Page_334">[334]</span> +miles from Calcutta. Cunynghame and Gemmell +went up at midnight in cutter.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 11.</div> + +<p>Started with tide at 2 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> in gig with Saltoun, +arriving at Calcutta at six (thirty miles). Put up at +Spence’s; dinner with the Governor-General, Lord +Ellenborough.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 12.</div> + +<p>Established a buggy and made calls. Dinner and +dance at Government House.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 13.</div> + +<p>Breakfast with my old friend Engledene, who had +been with me in the <span class='ships'>Tweed</span>. Landed the sycee silver. +Lord Saltoun giving a parting dinner to the “Didos.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 14.</div> + +<p>Woodhead and Co. will be astonished. Sent by +mail £500.</p> + +<p>Grand ball given by Governor-General. Splendid +sight.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 15.</div> + +<p>Up at daylight to accompany Lord Saltoun to +steamer. Larpent took me with him to the Tent +Club. Sent horses and traps in the morning.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 16.</div> + +<p>Up at daylight. Enjoy the noble sport of hog-hunting. +Tiffined and slept in the middle of the day, +and went at it again in the evening. It is indeed a +noble sport.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 17.</div> + +<p>Sunday.—Went out again, but not without some +qualms of conscience as to the day, which, however, +vanished as I blooded my first spear in a young boar, +after a chase of a couple of miles; grand and exciting +sport.</p> + +<p>Returned with Larpent to Calcutta. Found mail +letters on my table. Quiet dinner with Hope Grant +prior to his departure up-country.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 19.</div> + +<p>Drove Horton down Garden Reach. Called on +Judges. Dinner with 10th Regiment. Ball at Mrs. +Cameron’s. Fifteenth birthday of her handsome +girl, Pattie.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 20.</div> + +<p>Weather increasing in heat. Dined with Sir<span class="pagenum" id="Page_335">[335]</span> +Lawrence, cousin to Sir Robert Peel—a princely +fellow; large party; excellent dinner.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 21.</div> + +<p>Up at daylight to inspect the arsenal and +<span class='ships'>Phlegethon</span>. Visited Deputy-Governor, Mr. Bird.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 22.</div> + +<p>Overland mail arrived during the night, bringing +news of Horton’s promotion. A more deserving +step has never been bestowed.</p> + +<p>Went over the Mint. <i lang='fr'>Tête-à-tête</i> dinner with a +Mr. Grant, a scientific, good old boy with powerful +telescope.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 23.</div> + +<p>Up at daylight to have a further inspection of the +dockyard and steamers. Went with Larpent in a +boat; as good a dinner as ever I tasted at Mr. +Maddock’s club afterwards.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 26.</div> + +<p>Admiral arriving at 4 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> <span class='ships'>Dido</span> manned yards +and returned the fort’s salute. He established at +Government House, Horton and I dined at Sir +Henry Seton’s.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 27.</div> + +<p>Admiral at Barrackpore. Dined at the Bengal +Club; capital dinner. Barber and Welford pleasant +companions.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 28.</div> + +<p>At daylight with Tom Pitts to join hog-hunting-party; +new ground. Sport not much; breakfast +excellent. Dined with Mr. Brachan. Theatre in +evening.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 29.</div> + +<p>Rowed old Richards about in my gig. Tiffined +with Lord Ellenborough. Dinner with Mr. Robison. +Finished the evening, Horton and I, with Larpent.</p> + +<p>Blue at the fore hoisted on board my <span class='ships'>Dido</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 30.</div> + +<p>Visiting with Wilford. Dinner with Colonel Forbes.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Mar. 31.</div> + +<p>Took Partridge on shore with me to breakfast, +and passed a quiet day at Sir Lawrence Peel’s.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 3.</div> + +<p>To tiffin with Wilson at the Cannon Foundry. +Beautiful order. Went to a grand dinner given by +the Artillery at Dum-Dum to the Admiral.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_336">[336]</span></p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 4.</div> + +<p>Sun broiling hot. Went on board in the middle +of the day. Tiffin with Gillander and Gladstone. +With young Larpent to the Tent Club. Got a fall +on the hard road, horse rolling over; such a brute!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 5.</div> + +<p>Up at daylight, hog-hunting; good sport. Well +mounted this time by Tom Pitts. Slept, tiffined, and +read in heat of the day. At 4 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> hunted again, +and finished the evening with a jolly good dinner.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 6.</div> + +<p>Two capital hunts after hog. Got a second spear +with Mr. Brachan. Rode home in the evening, +twenty-two miles, Tom Pitts having forgotten to +send buggy. Large dinner at Government House.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 8.</div> + +<p>Visited General Gilbert, a really good sporting +family. Dinner at the Hay-Camerons’.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 9.</div> + +<p>Sailing orders made out and pilot ordered. Tiffined +with Lancelot Dent of China. To dinner with Platt’s +pretty daughters. Don’t think much of his picture +of “The Signing of the Treaty at Nanking.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 10.</div> + +<p>The Platt ladies visited my <span class='ships'>Dido</span>, and stayed so +late I had little time to dress for dinner. Hurried +off in my buggy to Mr. Lawrence Peel’s at Garden +Reach. Sir William Parker also dining.</p> + +<p>The road inside the compound was flat and winding, +lit on either side by cocoanut-oil lamps, mounted +on poles just level with my eyes, which prevented +my seeing obstacles in the way. The syce was +seated on the step as usual. All at once I found +myself on my head, with the buggy on top of me. +Horse and shafts had disappeared. Being not far +from the house, I joined the Admiral as he left his +carriage. I was supposed to be part of his staff.</p> + +<p>After dinner, when Sir William inquired how I +had come out, I told him, and was kindly given a +lift back.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 13.</div> + +<p>Progress not much in tow of small steamer against<span class="pagenum" id="Page_337">[337]</span> +fresh breeze, to say nothing of the dirt received from +ditto. Ten lakhs on board though.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">April 14.</div> + +<p>Sunday.—In pilot’s hands. When abreast of +Diamond Harbour, Admiral came up in a steamer. +Went on board to dine, and then took leave.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 3.</div> + +<p>Pulo Penang in sight at daybreak. A squall +took us the last eighteen miles in an hour and a half.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 6.</div> + +<p>Niceish breeze. Passed the Sands and several +sail. No time to go into Malacca. Plucky Smut +unwilling to face a booby bird in single combat.</p> + +<p>The poor dog got his tail under the truck of a +gun-carriage, and made “plenty noise.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 9.</div> + +<p>Weighed early for Singapore Roads. Anchored. +Found French corvette <span class='ships'>Sabine</span> and an American +frigate <span class='ships'>St. Louis</span>.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 10.</div> + +<p>Returned visits. <i lang='fr'>Tête-à-tête</i> dinner with George +Hastings.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 14.</div> + +<p>Party on board to dinner—some of them by the +head!—Brooke, French Captain, Napier, Elliot, etc.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 15.</div> + +<p>Sailed at daylight. Beat <span class='ships'>Harlequin</span>, she taking +Brooke to Sarawak.</p> + +<p>Again running up the China Sea.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 22.</div> + +<p>Made the Bombay reef at sunset: nasty-looking +place on a dark night.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 23.</div> + +<p>2.30 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>—Struck hard on a rock twice, all sail +set. No one can tell, but those who try it, the painful, +sickening sensation it causes. It was supposed +to be a straggler from the Lincoln shoal. No +apparent damage.</p> + +<p>Symptoms of north-east monsoon having just +given in. Came up with the <span class='ships'>Victoria</span> barque, +that had started ten days before us from Singapore.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Hong +Kong, +May 26.</div> + +<p>Anchored at 7 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span> in Hong Kong, happy to +find flag absent. Dined with Caine.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 27.</div> + +<p>Preparing my <span class='ships'>Dido</span> for facing the south-west<span class="pagenum" id="Page_338">[338]</span> +monsoon. Dinner with Charlie Graham. Punch, +and porter cup; venison from Blenheim rotten. +Jolly party though.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 28.</div> + +<p>American corvette <span class='ships'>St. Louis</span> arrived, we having +beaten her four days. Dined with Caine to meet Sir +Henry Pottinger.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">May 31.</div> + +<p>Visited old Michael Quin, laid up.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 1.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Serpent</span> off in a hurry, afraid of detention. Dined +with the General (Sir Hugh Gough) to meet French +Commodore and officers. Put up at Crawford +Kerr’s.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 15.</div> + +<p>A gallop with Synge. Dined with Caine, Sir +Henry Pottinger and Rear-Admiral meeting them. +Slow, with humbug.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 17.</div> + +<p>Grand survey of <span class='ships'>Dido’s</span> bottom by warrant officers +expecting promotion. Report: “Much injured +along the keel.”</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 19.</div> + +<p>Weighed at daylight. Did not lose sight of the +blue at the mizzen until noon. Ran into the mud +opposite Macao at 9 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> Went on shore to +Drummond’s.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">June 21.</div> + +<p>Made sail for Singapore.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 10.</div> + +<p>Again in the free and open sea. A slashing breeze, +such as my <span class='ships'>Dido</span> delights in. Unable to do much, +owing to rotten ropes and sails—unseamanlike and +mistaken ideas of economy.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 16.</div> + +<p>Brooke’s coast in sight, Tanjong Datu. <span class='ships'>Dido</span> +looking straight for Singapore.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 17.</div> + +<p>Ran through the beautiful and picturesque +Tambelan Islands, too numerous to count. Sent a +boat on shore, and exchanged with the natives biscuit +for green cocoanut.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 18.</div> + +<p>Arrived late at Singapore.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 19.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Cambrian</span>, 36, in the roads with broad pennant of +Henry D. Chads. Dined with Belcher, at Captain’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_339">[339]</span> +House, he having been shot through both thighs in a +scrimmage with pirates.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 20.</div> + +<p>On board to see Chads off. A good fellow.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 22.</div> + +<p>Dined with Napier. News from Brooke. <span class='ships'>Dido</span> +wanted.</p> + +<p>Transacted business as Senior Naval Officer in +the Straits. Jolly dinner-party with W. H. Read. +George Hastings, of <span class='ships'>Harlequin</span>, a capital fellow.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 23.</div> + +<p>Hogg, of Fort William, and friends to dine. +Amateur theatricals in the evening—“The Merchant +of Venice.” Read performed. Supped with Portia!</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 24.</div> + +<p>We dined with Belcher. Noisy party on some +good white port. Started <span class='ships'>Phlegethon</span> for Borneo.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 25.</div> + +<p>Weighed at daylight.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 28.</div> + +<p>Off Brooke’s province in Borneo. Sent pinnace in +by western entrance.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 29.</div> + +<p>At sunset found steamer off the entrance of +the river. Got on board; <span class='ships'>Dido</span> to follow up to +Kuching, where I found Brooke at three o’clock in +the middle watch. Hearty welcome.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 30.</div> + +<p>Kuching is to be called Sarawak; much improved. +Some additional companions; the population considerably +increased. Brooke in a new and better +house; a much improved and prettier site.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">July 31.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Dido</span> moving up. Native war-boats collecting +to assist in the intended attack on Seriff Sahib. +While at a midnight council with Rajah Muda +Hassim, a report was brought me that <span class='ships'>Dido</span> was +high and dry. While warping up the Sarawak River +the previous evening she came to an anchor at sunset, +in a narrow passage short of the town. I had cautioned +the Master that the flood came up with a rush, and +recommended additional hawsers from the port +quarter to be secured to the larger trees on shore. +I had been up before, but the Master was older than I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_340">[340]</span> +was, and as I had not given a positive order, I suppose +he did not see the necessity. He was a good +fellow, and fully saw where he was wrong. When +I got there <span class='ships'>Dido</span> was on her beam ends—royal yards +across. Nothing could be done till the rise of the +tide. I took this opportunity for ascertaining the +truth of the warrant officers’ report to the Commander-in-Chief +on 17th June last. <span class='ships'>Dido’s</span> keel was +uninjured, although some bits of copper had been torn +off her bottom.</p> + +<p>I took charge and went on the forecastle, where +foothold was difficult. Outside on the starboard +bow lay the gun that had been hoisted outside, but +as it still clung to the ship, the standing part of the +tackle was left in the rigging, with the fall on the +forecastle. It was on the edge of this fall that I had +got my footing. The tide had risen over the port +hammock netting; and just as I was giving the order +to cut away, the forecastle gun slipped overboard, +taking the tackle with it, on the fall of which I was +standing. It caused me to perform an unwilling +somersault in the air.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 1.</div> + +<p><span class='ships'>Dido</span> arrived at her old berth off Kuching, and +saluted Rajah Muda Hassim.</p> + +<div class="sidenote">Aug. 2.</div> + +<p>Visited neat and pretty bungalows lately built by +Williamson and Steward, the latter a Norfolk man.</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter footnotes"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="FOOTNOTES">FOOTNOTES</h2> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> Afterwards Admiral Sir William Hoste.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_2" href="#FNanchor_2" class="label">[2]</a> Navy List of date records 3786 lieutenants in service.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_3" href="#FNanchor_3" class="label">[3]</a> A distinguished Scotch poet.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_4" href="#FNanchor_4" class="label">[4]</a> Afterwards Lord Panmure.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_5" href="#FNanchor_5" class="label">[5]</a> +<a href='#i_267'>Page 267</a>.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_6" href="#FNanchor_6" class="label">[6]</a> Business House.</p> + +</div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="INDEX">INDEX</h2> +</div> + +<ul class="index"> + <li class="ifrst">Abercorn, the Duke of, iii. 333</li> + + <li class="indx">Accra, i. <a href='#Page_214'>214</a>, <a href='#Page_221'>221</a>, <a href='#Page_232'>232</a>, <a href='#Page_238'>238</a>, <a href='#Page_242'>242</a>; iii. 72</li> + + <li class="indx">Adam, General Sir Frederick, i. <a href='#Page_148'>148</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Sir Charles, ii. 46</li> + + <li class="indx">Adeane, Lieutenant, iii. 55</li> + + <li class="indx">Adelaide, Queen, i. <a href='#Page_121'>121</a>, <a href='#Page_160'>160</a>, <a href='#Page_246'>246</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Aden, iii. 118, 119</li> + + <li class="indx">Admiralty Islands, ii. 150</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Adventure</span>, iii. 174, 180</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Africa</span>, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, <a href='#Page_12'>12</a>, <a href='#Page_13'>13</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Agar-Ellis, Miss, ii. 201</li> + + <li class="indx">Ailesbury, Lady, iii. 322</li> + + <li class="indx">Ainos, the, iii. 199</li> + + <li class="indx">Aitkin, Lieutenant, iii. 235</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Alabama</span>, iii. 83</li> + + <li class="indx">Åland Islands, ii. 232</li> + + <li class="indx">Albany, ii. 142</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Albatross</span>, ii. 81, 127</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Albemarle'>Albemarle, George, 3rd Earl, i. <a href='#Page_59'>59</a></li> + <li class="isub1">William Charles, 4th Earl, i. <a href='#Page_4'>4</a>, <a href='#Page_5'>5</a>, <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, <a href='#Page_67'>67</a>, <a href='#Page_102'>102</a>, <a href='#Page_160'>160</a>, + <a href='#Page_248'>248</a>, <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>, <a href='#Page_251'>251</a>, <a href='#Page_252'>252</a>, <a href='#Page_253'>253</a>, <a href='#Page_254'>254</a>, + <a href='#Page_256'>256</a>; ii. 41, 43, 46, 58</li> + <li class="isub1">Augustus Frederick, 5th Earl; <i>see</i> <a href='#Keppel_Au'>Keppel</a></li> + <li class="isub1">George Thomas, 6th Earl; <i>see</i> <a href='#Keppel_GT'>Keppel</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lord, i. 14</li> + + <li class="indx">Albert of Saxe-Coburg, Prince Consort, i. <a href='#Page_250'>250</a>, <a href='#Page_251'>251</a>; ii. 313, 324; iii. 38, 39, 78, + 80</li> + + <li class="indx">Alcock, Sir Rutherford, iii. 143, 171, 192, 194, 236, 237, + 259</li> + + <li class="indx">Alexandria, i. <a href='#Page_170'>170</a>, <a href='#Page_178'>178</a>; iii. 18, 117</li> + + <li class="indx">Alfred, Prince; <i>see</i> <a href='#Edinburgh'>Edinburgh, Duke of</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Algerine</span>, iii. 224</li> + + <li class="indx">Algoa Bay, iii. 46</li> + + <li class="indx">Ali, Pangeran Oman, ii. 84</li> + + <li class="indx">Ali, Patingi, ii. 7; iii. 125</li> + + <li class="indx">Alicante, i. <a href='#Page_187'>187</a>, <a href='#Page_188'>188</a>, <a href='#Page_190'>190</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Allen, R. C., ii. 3</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Alligator</span>, ii. 337; iii. 2, 8</li> + + <li class="indx">Allison, William, ii. 160</li> + + <li class="indx">Alma, the, ii. 240</li> + + <li class="indx">Amaral, Don Joao Maria Farriera do, ii. 116, 121</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Amazon</span>, ii. 115</li> + + <li class="indx">Amboyna, ii. 147</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>America</span> yacht, ii. 203</li> + + <li class="indx">Amoor River, iii. 192, 210</li> + + <li class="indx">Amoy, iii. 138, 139, 220</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Amphion</span>, ii. 47, 234</li> + + <li class="indx">Amping, iii. 224</li> + + <li class="indx">Andover, Lord and Lady, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, <a href='#Page_255'>255</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Andrade, Count Manuel Carvalho Pas de, i. <a href='#Page_40'>40</a>, <a href='#Page_41'>41</a>, <a href='#Page_42'>42</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Anjer, ii. 129</li> + + <li class="indx">Anson, Eliza, Lady Waterpark, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a>, <a href='#Page_12'>12</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Thomas, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, <a href='#Page_163'>163</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Hon. William, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a>, <a href='#Page_22'>22</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Armitage, Whaley, i. <a href='#Page_85'>85</a>, <a href='#Page_87'>87</a>, <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_273'>273</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Ascension, i. <a href='#Page_90'>90</a>, <a href='#Page_243'>243</a>, <a href='#Page_244'>244</a>; iii. 69</li> + + <li class="indx">Ashantis, the, i. <a href='#Page_214'>214</a>, <a href='#Page_218'>218</a>, <a href='#Page_222'>222</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Astley, Sir Jacob, i. 14</li> + + <li class="indx">Auckland, Lord, ii. 44, 46</li> + + <li class="indx">Auckland, N.Z., ii. 171</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Auckland</span>, ii. 77, 79</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Aurora</span>, i. <a href='#Page_14'>14</a>, <a href='#Page_43'>43</a>, <a href='#Page_44'>44</a>, <a href='#Page_61'>61</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Australia, ii. 132, 134, 152</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Australia</span>, ii. 128, 129</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Bahia; <i>see</i> <a href='#San_Salvador'>San Salvador</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Baker, Sir Samuel, iii. 320</li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir Thomas, i. <a href='#Page_123'>123</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Balaclava, ii. 252, 255, 258, 262</li> + + <li class="indx">Balambangan, ii. 94, 127</li> + + <li class="indx">Balfour, Lieutenant-Colonel, i. <a href='#Page_81'>81</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bali Island, ii. 131</li> + + <li class="indx">Baltic, the, ii. 220</li> + + <li class="indx">Banda Islands, ii. 144, 146</li> + + <li class="indx">Bankok, iii. 229</li> + + <li class="indx">Bannerman, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_221'>221</a>, <a href='#Page_243'>243</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Barbadoes, i. <a href='#Page_56'>56</a>, <a href='#Page_108'>108</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Barcelona, i. <a href='#Page_188'>188</a>, <a href='#Page_189'>189</a>, <a href='#Page_191'>191</a>, <a href='#Page_195'>195</a>-<a href='#Page_197'>197</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Baring, Admiral Sir Francis, ii. 201</li> + + <li class="indx">Barnard, General, ii. 246, 279</li> + + <li class="indx">Barösund, ii. 226</li> + + <li class="indx">Barrington, Commander Hon. George, i. <a href='#Page_51'>51</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Barton, A., ii. 3</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Basilisk</span>, iii. 192</li> + + <li class="indx">Batang Lupar River, i. <a href='#Page_311'>311</a>; ii. 2</li> + + <li class="indx">Batavia, i. <a href='#Page_147'>147</a>, <a href='#Page_216'>216</a>; ii. 129, 130, 131</li> + + <li class="indx">Bathurst, iii. 72</li> + + <li class="indx">Bay of Islands, N.Z., ii. 171</li> + + <li class="indx">Beatrice, H.R.H. Princess, iii. 36</li> + + <li class="indx">Beaufort, Sir Francis, ii. 201</li> + + <li class="indx">Bedford, Mr. D. B., i. <a href='#Page_136'>136</a>, <a href='#Page_139'>139</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Beefsteak Club, the, i. <a href='#Page_96'>96</a>, <a href='#Page_97'>97</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Beith, R., surgeon, ii. 3</li> + + <li class="indx">Belcher, Captain Sir Edward, ii. 18</li> + + <li class="indx">Belem, ii. 213</li> + + <li class="indx">Bell, Admiral, iii. 177</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Belleisle</span>, i. <a href='#Page_261'>261</a>, <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_269'>269</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a>, <a href='#Page_275'>275</a>, <a href='#Page_277'>277</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Bellerophon</span>, i. <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bentinck, Lord George, ii. 326; iii. 101, 109;</li> + <li class="isub1"><i>see</i> <a href='#Cavendish'>Cavendish-Bentinck</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Beresford, Lord James, i. 187</li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir John de la Poer, i. 121</li> + + <li class="indx">Berkeley, Admiral Hon. Sir George, i. <a href='#Page_163'>163</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lady Georgina Mary, i. <a href='#Page_163'>163</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir Maurice, ii. 244; iii. 29</li> + + <li class="indx">Bessani; <i>see</i> <a href='#Grand_Bessani'>Grand Bessani</a></li> + + <li class="indx">“Bishop of Bond Street, the,” ii. 70</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Bittern</span>, iii. 1</li> + + <li class="indx">Black Sea, ii. 251</li> + + <li class="indx">Bladen-Capel, Admiral Hon. Sir T., ii. 199</li> + + <li class="indx">Blake, Lieutenant, i. <a href='#Page_42'>42</a>, <a href='#Page_44'>44</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Colonel, i. <a href='#Page_75'>75</a>, <a href='#Page_84'>84</a>, <a href='#Page_88'>88</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Blakiston, Captain, iii. 238</li> + + <li class="indx">Blanckley, Commander Edward, i. <a href='#Page_123'>123</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bogue Forts, ii. 54</li> + + <li class="indx">Bomarsund, ii. 231, 233, 238</li> + + <li class="indx">Bombay, iii. 14</li> + + <li class="indx">Bonard, Commodore, ii. 177</li> + + <li class="indx">Bonham, George, i. <a href='#Page_147'>147</a>, <a href='#Page_263'>263</a>, <a href='#Page_288'>288</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Borneo, i. <a href='#Page_290'>290</a>, <a href='#Page_292'>292</a>; ii. 9; iii. 127</li> + + <li class="indx">Botany Bay, ii. 153, 164</li> + + <li class="indx">Boto Fogo, i. <a href='#Page_36'>36</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bouchier, Captain, i. <a href='#Page_273'>273</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Bouncer</span>, iii. 234</li> + + <li class="indx">Bourbon, i. <a href='#Page_85'>85</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bouverie, Admiral Hon. Duncombe, i. <a href='#Page_244'>244</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bowles, Admiral, iii. 281</li> + + <li class="indx">Bowyear, Captain George Leger, ii. 57, 58, 59, 158, 177</li> + + <li class="indx">Boxer, Admiral, ii. 251, 262</li> + + <li class="indx">Boyd, Benjamin, ii. 157</li> + + <li class="indx">Bozin, Prince, iii. 180, 181</li> + + <li class="indx">Bradshaw, Commander Manser, ii. 227</li> + + <li class="indx">Braybroke, Lord and Lady, i. <a href='#Page_162'>162</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Brazen</span>, i. <a href='#Page_41'>41</a>, <a href='#Page_42'>42</a>, <a href='#Page_97'>97</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bremer, Captain Sir J. G., ii. 134</li> + + <li class="indx">Brierly, Sir Oswald, ii. 156, 157, 182, 203, 210</li> + + <li class="indx">Briggs, Admiral Sir Thomas, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Brisk</span>, iii. 45</li> + + <li class="indx">Brooke, Brooke, iii. 11</li> + <li class="isub1">Rajah, i. <a href='#Page_288'>288</a>-<a href='#Page_296'>296</a>, <a href='#Page_298'>298</a>, <a href='#Page_299'>299</a>, <a href='#Page_302'>302</a>, <a href='#Page_306'>306</a>, <a href='#Page_308'>308</a>, + <a href='#Page_312'>312</a>, <a href='#Page_313'>313</a>, <a href='#Page_317'>317</a>, <a href='#Page_319'>319</a>, <a href='#Page_333'>333</a>, <a href='#Page_339'>339</a>; + ii. 1, 3, 6, 21, 23, 30, 43, 44, + 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, + 65, 70, 76, 82, 84, 85, 86, + 87, 90-92, 103, 111, 127, 202, + 322, 334; iii. 11, 13, 29, 96, 115, + 123, 220</li> + + <li class="indx">Brooker, Commander, iii. 194, 260</li> + + <li class="indx">Brougham, Henry (Lord High Chancellor), i. <a href='#Page_97'>97</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lord, i. <a href='#Page_11'>11</a>, <a href='#Page_177'>177</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Brougham and Vaux, Lady, iii. 25</li> + + <li class="indx">Broughton, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_97'>97</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Browne, Sir Samuel, ii. 45</li> + + <li class="indx">Brunei, ii. 45, 82; iii. 126</li> + + <li class="indx">Buccleuch, Duchess of, iii. 326</li> + + <li class="indx">Buckland, Francis Trevelyan, iii. 82</li> + + <li class="indx">Buckley, Commander, V.C., iii. 40</li> + + <li class="indx">Budrudeen, Pangeran, i. <a href='#Page_306'>306</a>; ii. 1, 42, 84</li> + + <li class="indx">Buffalo River, iii. 46</li> + + <li class="indx">Buffon Bay, i. <a href='#Page_209'>209</a>, <a href='#Page_210'>210</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bulkeley, Sir Richard, i. <a href='#Page_93'>93</a>, <a href='#Page_98'>98</a>; ii. 42</li> + + <li class="indx">Bullen, Admiral Sir Charles, ii. 55</li> + + <li class="indx">Bulman, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_257'>257</a>, <a href='#Page_262'>262</a>, <a href='#Page_263'>263</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bunting, ii. 21</li> + + <li class="indx">Buonaparte; <i>see</i> <a href='#Napoleon'>Napoleon</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Burdett, Sir Francis, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a>, <a href='#Page_9'>9</a>, <a href='#Page_14'>14</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Burdett-Coutts, Miss, iii. 115, 124</li> + + <li class="indx">Burlton, Lieutenant, iii. 56</li> + + <li class="indx">Burnaby, Mr., ii. 121, 122</li> + + <li class="indx">Burton, Judge, and Mrs., i. <a href='#Page_71'>71</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bury, Viscount, i. <a href='#Page_254'>254</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Bush, Commander, iii. 221</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr., ii. 116</li> + + <li class="indx">Butterworth, Colonel, ii. 24, 76</li> + + <li class="indx">Byng, H., ii. 48</li> + + <li class="indx">Byron, Captain Lord, i. <a href='#Page_43'>43</a></li> + + <li class="ifrst">Cabrera, General, i. <a href='#Page_188'>188</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Cagayan Sulu, ii. 97, 109, 111</li> + + <li class="indx">Cairo, iii. 18</li> + + <li class="indx">Calcutta, i. <a href='#Page_150'>150</a>, <a href='#Page_152'>152</a>, <a href='#Page_333'>333</a>, <a href='#Page_334'>334</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Calcutta</span>, iii. 3</li> + + <li class="indx">Calderon, Don, i. <a href='#Page_195'>195</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Caledonia</span>, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a>, <a href='#Page_170'>170</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Calverley, S., ii. 3</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Cambrian</span>, ii. 46</li> + + <li class="indx">Cambridge, H.R.H. Duke of, i. <a href='#Page_251'>251</a>; ii. 249; iii. 25, 322</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Campbell_C'>Campbell, Colonel Sir Colin, i. <a href='#Page_262'>262</a>, <a href='#Page_269'>269</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a>; ii. 80, 82, 252, + 301</li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir Patrick, C.B., i. <a href='#Page_55'>55</a>, <a href='#Page_244'>244</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Canning, George, i. 25</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Canopus</span>, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_170'>170</a>, <a href='#Page_171'>171</a>, <a href='#Page_176'>176</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Canrobert, Marshal, ii. 267</li> + + <li class="indx">Canton, i. <a href='#Page_281'>281</a>, <a href='#Page_325'>325</a>; ii. 54; iii. 132, 231</li> + <li class="isub1">River, ii. 15; iii. 8</li> + + <li class="indx">Cape Coast, i. <a href='#Page_214'>214</a>, <a href='#Page_216'>216</a>, <a href='#Page_217'>217</a>, <a href='#Page_221'>221</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Cape de Verd Islands, i. <a href='#Page_33'>33</a>, <a href='#Page_71'>71</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Cape of Good Hope, i. <a href='#Page_68'>68</a>, <a href='#Page_69'>69</a>, <a href='#Page_71'>71</a>, <a href='#Page_72'>72</a>, <a href='#Page_77'>77</a>, <a href='#Page_87'>87</a>, + <a href='#Page_159'>159</a>, <a href='#Page_202'>202</a>, <a href='#Page_262'>262</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Cape Town, iii. 67</li> + + <li class="indx">Caroline, Queen, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Carteret, Captain, ii. 152</li> + + <li class="indx">Carthagena, i. <a href='#Page_59'>59</a>, <a href='#Page_198'>198</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Casher, E., ii. 55, 199</li> + + <li class="indx">Castries Bay, iii. 214</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Cavendish'>Cavendish-Bentinck, Lord William, i. <a href='#Page_84'>84</a>, <a href='#Page_153'>153</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Cavite, i. <a href='#Page_331'>331</a>; ii. 125</li> + + <li class="indx">Celebes Islands, ii. 108</li> + + <li class="indx">Ceram Islands, ii. 146</li> + + <li class="indx">Chads, Commodore Henry D., i. <a href='#Page_338'>338</a>, <a href='#Page_339'>339</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Challier, Commodore, iii. 274</li> + + <li class="indx">Charlotte, Princess, i. <a href='#Page_6'>6</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Chefoo, iii. 172, 192, 264</li> + + <li class="indx">Chernaze, ii. 263</li> + + <li class="indx">Chersonese; <i>see</i> <a href='#Khersonese'>Khersonese</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Chesterfield, Lord, iii. 328</li> + + <li class="indx">Chiang Kiang-Fu, i. <a href='#Page_270'>270</a>, <a href='#Page_271'>271</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Childers</span>, i. <a href='#Page_68'>68</a>, <a href='#Page_164'>164</a>, <a href='#Page_165'>165</a>, <a href='#Page_174'>174</a>, <a href='#Page_175'>175</a>, <a href='#Page_193'>193</a>, + <a href='#Page_198'>198</a>, <a href='#Page_244'>244</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a>, <a href='#Page_274'>274</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Chin-kiang, iii. 221, 238</li> + + <li class="indx">Christmas Island, ii. 75</li> + + <li class="indx">Church, Thomas, ii. 77</li> + + <li class="indx">Churchill, Captain Lord John, i. <a href='#Page_66'>66</a>, <a href='#Page_73'>73</a>, <a href='#Page_77'>77</a>, <a href='#Page_82'>82</a>, <a href='#Page_110'>110</a>, <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>, + <a href='#Page_280'>280</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Chusan, i. <a href='#Page_266'>266</a>, <a href='#Page_277'>277</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Ciervo Island, ii. 188</li> + + <li class="indx">Clarence, William, Duke of, i. <a href='#Page_68'>68</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Clarendon, Lord, iii. 265</li> + + <li class="indx">Clark, John, surgeon, ii. 143</li> + + <li class="indx">Clifford, Sir Augustus, i. <a href='#Page_67'>67</a>, <a href='#Page_84'>84</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lady de, i. <a href='#Page_52'>52</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Clio</span>, i. <a href='#Page_190'>190</a>, <a href='#Page_191'>191</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Clyde, Lord; <i>see</i> <a href='#Campbell_C'>Campbell, Sir Colin</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Coaker, Jonas, i. <a href='#Page_69'>69</a>, <a href='#Page_83'>83</a>, <a href='#Page_165'>165</a>, <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>; ii. 53</li> + + <li class="indx">Coburg Peninsula, ii. 134, 136</li> + + <li class="indx">Cochrane, Hon. A. J., i. <a href='#Page_27'>27</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir Thomas; <i>see</i> <a href='#Dundonald'>Dundonald (“Young”)</a>, iii. 4</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Cockchafer</span>, iii. 187, 233</li> + + <li class="indx">Codrington, Admiral Sir Edward, i. <a href='#Page_68'>68</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Colonel, ii. 46</li> + + <li class="indx">Coghlan, Colonel, iii. 118</li> + + <li class="indx">Coke, Edward, ii. 41, 201</li> + <li class="isub1">Henry (“Wenny”), i. <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>, <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>; ii. 256, 281; iii. 19</li> + <li class="isub1" id='Coke_T'>Thomas William (Earl of Leicester), i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, <a href='#Page_8'>8</a>, <a href='#Page_14'>14</a>, <a href='#Page_15'>15</a>, <a href='#Page_47'>47</a>, + <a href='#Page_278'>278</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Cole, General Sir Lowry, i. <a href='#Page_77'>77</a>, <a href='#Page_78'>78</a>, <a href='#Page_81'>81</a>, <a href='#Page_82'>82</a>, <a href='#Page_83'>83</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lady Frances, i. <a href='#Page_78'>78</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Collier, Captain Sir Francis, i. <a href='#Page_108'>108</a>, <a href='#Page_109'>109</a>, <a href='#Page_112'>112</a>, <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>, <a href='#Page_251'>251</a>; + ii. 47, 82, 128</li> + + <li class="indx">Collingwood, Admiral, i. <a href='#Page_13'>13</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Colombo</span>, ii. 270</li> + + <li class="indx">Colonna, the Marquis de, i. <a href='#Page_195'>195</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Colossus</span>, ii. 312</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Columbine</span>, i. <a href='#Page_170'>170</a>, <a href='#Page_176'>176</a>, <a href='#Page_180'>180</a>, <a href='#Page_231'>231</a>, <a href='#Page_232'>232</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>; + ii. 116</li> + + <li class="indx">Colville, Admiral Lord, i. <a href='#Page_29'>29</a>, <a href='#Page_48'>48</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Sir Charles, i. <a href='#Page_77'>77</a>, <a href='#Page_85'>85</a>, <a href='#Page_87'>87</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Comba Island, ii. 132</li> + + <li class="indx">Comber, Lieutenant Henry W., ii. 3, 5, 45, 58, 74, 79, + 125, 128</li> + + <li class="indx">Commerell, Admiral of the Fleet Sir J. E., ii. 73</li> + + <li class="indx">Conolly, Mr., iii. 143, 192</li> + + <li class="indx">Constantinople, i. <a href='#Page_175'>175</a>, <a href='#Page_176'>176</a>; ii. 251, 312</li> + + <li class="indx">Conti, General, i. <a href='#Page_189'>189</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Cook, Captain, ii. 153</li> + + <li class="indx">Cooke, T. P., i. <a href='#Page_97'>97</a>, <a href='#Page_105'>105</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Cook’s Straits, ii. 169</li> + + <li class="indx">Cork, i. <a href='#Page_29'>29</a>, <a href='#Page_30'>30</a>, <a href='#Page_48'>48</a>, <a href='#Page_49'>49</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Cormorant</span>, ii. 199; iii. 139</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Cornwallis</span>, i. <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_269'>269</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a>, <a href='#Page_273'>273</a>, <a href='#Page_331'>331</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Corromanli, Ali, i. <a href='#Page_172'>172</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Youssuf, i. <a href='#Page_171'>171</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Corry, Admiral Sir A. Lowry, ii. 210, 224, 231</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Corve'>Corvé Bay, iii. 173, 191</li> + + <li class="indx">Cotton, Lieutenant Alexander, i. <a href='#Page_101'>101</a>, <a href='#Page_105'>105</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Courtenay, Captain, iii. 198</li> + + <li class="indx">Cracroft, Commander Peter, ii. 208</li> + + <li class="indx">Creighton, Captain, iii. 187</li> + + <li class="indx">Crimea, the, ii. 218, 244</li> + + <li class="indx">Croker, Rt. Hon. John Wilson, i. <a href='#Page_105'>105</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Crosbie, Catherine; <i>see</i> <a href='#Lady_Keppel'>Lady Keppel</a></li> + <li class="isub1">General Sir John, i. <a href='#Page_92'>92</a>, <a href='#Page_246'>246</a>, <a href='#Page_248'>248</a>, <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>, <a href='#Page_250'>250</a>, <a href='#Page_251'>251</a>, + <a href='#Page_253'>253</a>, <a href='#Page_255'>255</a>; ii. 27</li> + <li class="isub1">“Dob,” iii. 145</li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant John, i. <a href='#Page_89'>89</a>, <a href='#Page_91'>91</a>, <a href='#Page_92'>92</a>, <a href='#Page_251'>251</a></li> + <li class="isub1">William, ii. 55</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Cumberland</span>, ii. 235; iii. 115</li> + + <li class="indx">Cumming, Captain Arthur, iii. 76</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Cygnet</span>, ii. 40</li> + + <li class="ifrst">D’Aeth, E. H. H., i. <a href='#Page_276'>276</a>; ii. 3, 6, 289</li> + + <li class="indx">Dalarö Channel, ii. 224</li> + + <li class="indx">Dalkeith, Lord, iii. 326</li> + + <li class="indx">Daniell, Commander, ii. 127</li> + + <li class="indx">Darby, G. S., ii. 3</li> + + <li class="indx">Dardanelles, the, i. <a href='#Page_176'>176</a>; ii. 249</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Dauntless</span>, ii. 230, 231</li> + + <li class="indx">Davis, Sir John, ii. 111</li> + + <li class="indx">de Grey, Lord, iii. 322</li> + + <li class="indx">de Horsey, Captain Algernon, iii. 44, 45, 55</li> + + <li class="indx">Delagoa Bay, iii. 46</li> + + <li class="indx">De Lesseps, M. Ferdinand, iii. 118</li> + + <li class="indx">Delmé, George, i. <a href='#Page_81'>81</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Denison, Sir William, ii. 158, 163</li> + + <li class="indx">Dent, John, and Co., iii. 143</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Deschenes'>Deschênes, Admiral A. F. Parseval, ii. 226-228</li> + + <li class="indx">D’Eyncourt, Captain, ii. 73</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>, i. <a href='#Page_255'>255</a>, <a href='#Page_256'>256</a>, <a href='#Page_257'>257</a>, <a href='#Page_262'>262</a>, <a href='#Page_270'>270</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a>, + <a href='#Page_277'>277</a>, <a href='#Page_319'>319</a>, <a href='#Page_326'>326</a>, <a href='#Page_332'>332</a>, <a href='#Page_340'>340</a>; ii. 1, 29, + 30</li> + + <li class="indx">Digby, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_12'>12</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Edward, i. <a href='#Page_12'>12</a>, <a href='#Page_98'>98</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir Henry, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, <a href='#Page_12'>12</a>, <a href='#Page_13'>13</a>, <a href='#Page_14'>14</a>; ii. 219</li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Hon. R., i. <a href='#Page_12'>12</a></li> + + <li class="indx">D’Israeli, Isaac, iii. 230</li> + + <li class="indx">Dixcove, i. <a href='#Page_213'>213</a>-<a href='#Page_215'>215</a></li> + + <li class="indx">D’Orsay, Count, i. <a href='#Page_163'>163</a>.</li> + + <li class="indx">Douglas, Bloomfield, i. <a href='#Page_302'>302</a>, <a href='#Page_304'>304</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Dover, Lord, ii. 201</li> + + <li class="indx">Drake, Sir Frederick, ii. 185</li> + + <li class="indx">Droxford, i. <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>, <a href='#Page_253'>253</a>; ii. 28</li> + + <li class="indx">Drummond, Edward, ii. 26</li> + + <li class="indx">Duè, iii. 215</li> + + <li class="indx">Dundas, Hon. Admiral George, i. <a href='#Page_97'>97</a>, <a href='#Page_119'>119</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral J. W. Deans, ii. 47, 57, 128, 201</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Richard Deans, i. <a href='#Page_55'>55</a>, <a href='#Page_244'>244</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Dundee, iii. 111</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Dundonald'>Dundonald, Earl, i. <a href='#Page_14'>14</a>, <a href='#Page_36'>36</a>, <a href='#Page_38'>38</a>, <a href='#Page_39'>39</a>-<a href='#Page_42'>42</a>, <a href='#Page_163'>163</a>, <a href='#Page_256'>256</a>, + <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>, <a href='#Page_280'>280</a>, <a href='#Page_322'>322</a>, <a href='#Page_331'>331</a>; ii. 68, 212</li> + + <li class="indx">Dunkin, Captain Thomas, i. <a href='#Page_77'>77</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Dupleix</span>, iii. 186, 187, 227</li> + + <li class="indx">Dupplin, Lord, iii. 323</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Eager, John, ii. 7</li> + + <li class="indx">Eastern Archipelago, ii. 115</li> + + <li class="indx">Eastern Archipelago Company, ii. 63, 127</li> + + <li class="indx">East London, Port of, iii. 46</li> + + <li class="indx">Eden, Commander Henry, ii. 47</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Edinburgh'>Edinburgh, H.R.H. the Duke of, iii. 40, 278, 284-315</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Edinburgh</span>, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_170'>170</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Elgin, Lord, iii. 10, 241</li> + + <li class="indx">Ellesmere, Lord, ii. 61, 65, 191</li> + + <li class="indx">Ellice, Robert, ii. 116</li> + + <li class="indx">Ellis, Commander Henry, i. <a href='#Page_127'>127</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Ellis and Co., iii. 223</li> + + <li class="indx">Elphinstone, Lord, iii. 14</li> + + <li class="indx">Emhammud, i. <a href='#Page_172'>172</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Emmanuel, Emmanuel, iii. 323</li> + + <li class="indx">Emot, Captain, iii. 177</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Endymion</span>, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a>, <a href='#Page_180'>180</a>, <a href='#Page_183'>183</a>, <a href='#Page_184'>184</a>, <a href='#Page_266'>266</a>, <a href='#Page_274'>274</a>, + <a href='#Page_278'>278</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Enslie, Consul, iii. 298</li> + + <li class="indx">Erskine, Captain J. E., ii. 164</li> + + <li class="indx">Esche, Mr., iii. 194, 202</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Espoir</span>, i. <a href='#Page_68'>68</a>, <a href='#Page_69'>69</a>, <a href='#Page_77'>77</a>, <a href='#Page_86'>86</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Essington, Port, ii. 132, 134, 144</li> + + <li class="indx">Etholin, Captain, ii. 302; iii. 218</li> + + <li class="indx">Eupatoria, ii. 261</li> + + <li class="indx">Europa Island, iii. 50</li> + + <li class="indx">Eyre, Captain, i. <a href='#Page_74'>74</a>, <a href='#Page_260'>260</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Eyres, Captain Henry, i. <a href='#Page_242'>242</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a></li> + + <li class="ifrst">Fairfax-Moresby, Admiral, ii. 195</li> + + <li class="indx">Farquhar, Captain, ii. 81, 127</li> + + <li class="indx">Fatshan Creek, iii. 2</li> + + <li class="indx">Fernando Po, i. <a href='#Page_223'>223</a>, <a href='#Page_224'>224</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Ferraz, Captain-General Valentine, i. <a href='#Page_187'>187</a>, <a href='#Page_188'>188</a>, <a href='#Page_225'>225</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Figueroa, Don Cayetano de, ii. 107</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Firebrand</span>, ii. 73</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Firm</span>, iii. 177</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Firmee</span>, iii. 9</li> + + <li class="indx">Fitzroy, Colonel, i. <a href='#Page_71'>71</a>, <a href='#Page_72'>72</a>, <a href='#Page_87'>87</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Commander Arthur, ii. 153; iii. 70</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Augustus, ii. 40, 153, 157, 303</li> + <li class="isub1">Sir Charles, ii. 40, 153, 155, 164</li> + <li class="isub1">George, ii. 40, 153, 157; iii. 192, 205</li> + <li class="isub1" id='Fitzroy_M'>Mary, ii. 40, 153</li> + + <li class="indx">Flowers, Consul, iii. 301</li> + + <li class="indx">Foley, St. George, ii. 310</li> + <li class="isub1">Sir George, iii. 9</li> + + <li class="indx">Foochow, iii. 236</li> + + <li class="indx">Ford, Captain, i. <a href='#Page_148'>148</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Formosa, iii. 222, 223</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Forte</span>, iii. 39, 41, 65, 77</li> + + <li class="indx">Fukevitche, Captain, iii. 206</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Funchal_Roads'>Funchal Roads, i. <a href='#Page_30'>30</a>; ii. 70, 214; iii. 41</li> + + <li class="indx">Furnhjelm, Admiral Jean, iii. 194, 195, 206, 208, 212</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Fury</span>, ii. 115, 128</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Gage, Admiral Sir William Hall, i. <a href='#Page_55'>55</a>, <a href='#Page_81'>81</a>, <a href='#Page_184'>184</a>; ii. 52</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Galatea</span>, i. <a href='#Page_100'>100</a>, <a href='#Page_101'>101</a>, <a href='#Page_103'>103</a>, <a href='#Page_105'>105</a>; iii. 284, 299, + 302</li> + + <li class="indx">Galle; <i>see</i> <a href='#Point'>Point de Galle</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Gambia River, iii. 71</li> + + <li class="indx">Garibaldi, iii. 83</li> + + <li class="indx">Garnier, George, i. <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>, <a href='#Page_19'>19</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Henry, i. <a href='#Page_148'>148</a>, <a href='#Page_159'>159</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant Keppel, iii. 190, 231</li> + <li class="isub1">Thomas (Dean), i. <a href='#Page_15'>15</a>, <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>, <a href='#Page_25'>25</a>, <a href='#Page_103'>103</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Thomas, iii. 324</li> + <li class="isub1">William, i. <a href='#Page_15'>15</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Gazelle</span>, ii. 185, 187</li> + + <li class="indx">Geisinger, Commodore, ii. 116</li> + + <li class="indx">George IV., King, i. <a href='#Page_74'>74</a>, <a href='#Page_102'>102</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Gibraltar, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a>, <a href='#Page_184'>184</a>, <a href='#Page_189'>189</a>, <a href='#Page_194'>194</a>, <a href='#Page_196'>196</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a>, + <a href='#Page_201'>201</a>; ii. 217, 248</li> + + <li class="indx">Gibson, Consul, iii. 224, 226</li> + + <li class="indx">Gilford, Lieutenant Lord, iii. 1, 20</li> + + <li class="indx">Glanville, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_74'>74</a>, <a href='#Page_85'>85</a>, <a href='#Page_86'>86</a>, <a href='#Page_103'>103</a>, <a href='#Page_104'>104</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Gleichen, Count, iii. 25</li> + + <li class="indx">Goldsmith, Captain George, i. <a href='#Page_68'>68</a>, <a href='#Page_165'>165</a>, <a href='#Page_174'>174</a>, <a href='#Page_203'>203</a>, <a href='#Page_206'>206</a>, <a href='#Page_208'>208</a>, + <a href='#Page_222'>222</a>, <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>; ii. 68</li> + + <li class="indx">Goodwood, ii. 55</li> + + <li class="indx">Gordon, Sir James, ii. 42, 57</li> + <li class="isub1">General C. G., iii. 245</li> + + <li class="indx">Goschen, Mr., iii. 326</li> + + <li class="indx">Gough, General Sir Hugh, i. <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_266'>266</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a>, <a href='#Page_273'>273</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Gouldisborough, iii. 182</li> + + <li class="indx">Gower, Consul, iii. 299</li> + + <li class="indx">Graham, Captain Charles, i. <a href='#Page_331'>331</a>; ii. 59</li> + <li class="isub1">Sir James, i. <a href='#Page_119'>119</a>, <a href='#Page_164'>164</a>; ii. 210, 256</li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant Stanley, ii. 230; iii. 1, 3</li> + + <li class="indx">Grancy, Comte G. F. E. de, iii. 227</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Grand_Bessani'>Grand Bessani, i. <a href='#Page_212'>212</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Grant, Captain James Augustus, iii. 41, 46</li> + <li class="isub1">Charles, iii. 11</li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant Hope, i. <a href='#Page_98'>98</a>, <a href='#Page_332'>332</a>, <a href='#Page_333'>333</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Greville, Commander Henry F., i. <a href='#Page_68'>68</a>, <a href='#Page_69'>69</a>, <a href='#Page_77'>77</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Grey, Admiral Sir Frederick, i. <a href='#Page_266'>266</a>, <a href='#Page_273'>273</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>; ii. 216, 251; iii. 45, 78</li> + <li class="isub1">Sir George, iii. 40, 41, 45, 78, 79</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Hon. Sir George, i. <a href='#Page_22'>22</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Hon. George, i. <a href='#Page_22'>22</a>, <a href='#Page_201'>201</a>; ii. 249</li> + + <li class="indx">Gurdon, Lieutenant, iii. 224, 225, 226</li> + + <li class="indx">Guyamas, ii. 190, 191</li> + + <li class="indx">Gye, Frederick, iii. 25</li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant Herbert, iii. 235</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Haddington, Lord, ii. 30, 31</li> + + <li class="indx">Hakodadi, iii. 159, 161, 219</li> + + <li class="indx">Hall, Captain J., i. <a href='#Page_271'>271</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>; iii. 1</li> + + <li class="indx">Halstead, Admiral Sir Lawrence, i. <a href='#Page_57'>57</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hamilton, Lord Claud, iii. 327</li> + <li class="isub1">Kerr Baillie, i. <a href='#Page_82'>82</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hankow, iii. 243, 249</li> + + <li class="indx">Hara-Kari, ceremony of the, iii. 182</li> + + <li class="indx">Hardinge, Lieutenant-Colonel, i. <a href='#Page_81'>81</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hardy, Sir Thomas, i. <a href='#Page_69'>69</a>, <a href='#Page_119'>119</a>, <a href='#Page_164'>164</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Harlequin</span>, i. <a href='#Page_60'>60</a>, <a href='#Page_61'>61</a>, <a href='#Page_184'>184</a>, <a href='#Page_197'>197</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a>, <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, + <a href='#Page_274'>274</a>, <a href='#Page_322'>322</a>, <a href='#Page_333'>333</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Harris, Commander Sir W., ii. 68; iii. 194</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Hartford</span>, iii. 183</li> + + <li class="indx">Hartington, Lord, iii. 322</li> + + <li class="indx">Harvey, Admiral Edward, iii. 40</li> + + <li class="indx">Hastie, ii. 47</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Hastings</span>, ii. 128</li> + + <li class="indx">Hathorn, John, i. <a href='#Page_43'>43</a>, <a href='#Page_44'>44</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Havana, i. <a href='#Page_59'>59</a>, <a href='#Page_60'>60</a>, <a href='#Page_64'>64</a>, <a href='#Page_65'>65</a>, <a href='#Page_118'>118</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hawley, Sir Joseph, i. <a href='#Page_248'>248</a>, <a href='#Page_249'>249</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lady; <i>see</i> Sara Crosbie</li> + + <li class="indx">Hay, Commander John Dalrymple, ii. 116</li> + + <li class="indx">Hayti, i. <a href='#Page_61'>61</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Heki Hone, ii. 171</li> + + <li class="indx">Henderson, Commander Thomas, i. <a href='#Page_231'>231</a>, <a href='#Page_232'>232</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Heneage, Admiral, i. <a href='#Page_102'>102</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Algernon C. F., iii. 70, 115, 222, 223, 316</li> + + <li class="indx">Henessey, Pope, iii. 230</li> + + <li class="indx">Herbert, Sir Thomas, i. <a href='#Page_264'>264</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hewitt, Captain, iii. 192, 283</li> + + <li class="indx">Hickley, Captain, iii. 174</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Highflyer</span>, iii. 8</li> + + <li class="indx">Hill, Colonel, i. <a href='#Page_66'>66</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Dr., iii. 192, 231</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Sir John, i. <a href='#Page_107'>107</a>, <a href='#Page_110'>110</a>, <a href='#Page_255'>255</a>, <a href='#Page_257'>257</a>, <a href='#Page_258'>258</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant, i. <a href='#Page_228'>228</a>, <a href='#Page_232'>232</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lady Georgina; <i>see</i> <a href='#Keppel_G'>Keppel</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hilliers, General Barraguay d’, ii. 231</li> + + <li class="indx">Hillyar, Lady, ii. 68</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Hind</span>, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a>, <a href='#Page_176'>176</a>, <a href='#Page_180'>180</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hiogo, iii. 173, 174, 180, 187, 188</li> + + <li class="indx">Hirado Strait, iii. 194</li> + + <li class="indx">Hislop, James, i. <a href='#Page_71'>71</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hobart Town, ii. 157, 161</li> + + <li class="indx">Hobhouse, Sir John Cam, i. <a href='#Page_97'>97</a>; ii. 47</li> + + <li class="indx">Hockham, ii. 33, 37, 38, 49, 61</li> + + <li class="indx">Hodgson, General, iii. 119</li> + + <li class="indx">Hogarth, i. <a href='#Page_96'>96</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Holkham, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a>, <a href='#Page_15'>15</a>, <a href='#Page_161'>161</a>, <a href='#Page_248'>248</a>, <a href='#Page_251'>251</a>; iii. 18</li> + + <li class="indx">Holland, H.M. the Queen of, iii. 85</li> + <li class="isub1">Henry, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_1'>1</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Holman, Joseph, i. <a href='#Page_85'>85</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Holyoake, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_126'>126</a>, <a href='#Page_129'>129</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Home, Captain Sir Everard, i. <a href='#Page_275'>275</a>, <a href='#Page_276'>276</a>, <a href='#Page_277'>277</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Honeywood, W. P., i. <a href='#Page_97'>97</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hong Kong, i. <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>, <a href='#Page_280'>280</a>, <a href='#Page_322'>322</a>, <a href='#Page_325'>325</a>-<a href='#Page_327'>327</a>, <a href='#Page_331'>331</a>, + <a href='#Page_337'>337</a>; ii. 113-115; iii. 9, 113, 129, 172, 180, 186, + 220, 231, 234, 311</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Hong-Kong</span>, iii. 1, 2, 4, 8</li> + + <li class="indx">Hooghly River, i. <a href='#Page_155'>155</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hook, Theodore, i. <a href='#Page_121'>121</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hope, Captain, ii. 73</li> + + <li class="indx">Hornby, Sir E., iii. 296</li> + <li class="isub1">James G. P., i. <a href='#Page_22'>22</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir Phipps, ii. 181, 195, 131</li> + + <li class="indx">Horsey, Captain Algernon de, iii. 44, 45-55</li> + + <li class="indx">Horton, Captain Frederick Wilmot, i. <a href='#Page_274'>274</a>, <a href='#Page_276'>276</a>, <a href='#Page_294'>294</a>, <a href='#Page_296'>296</a>, <a href='#Page_297'>297</a>, + <a href='#Page_312'>312</a>-<a href='#Page_316'>316</a>, <a href='#Page_325'>325</a>; ii. 40, 256</li> + + <li class="indx">Hoste, Admiral Sir William, i. <a href='#Page_15'>15</a>, <a href='#Page_22'>22</a>; ii. 42</li> + + <li class="indx">Howard, Commander Hon. Edward, i. <a href='#Page_199'>199</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Howden, Lord, ii. 73</li> + + <li class="indx">Hughes, Colonel, i. <a href='#Page_93'>93</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hume, David, ii. 44, 63</li> + + <li class="indx">Hunn, Captain Frederick, i. <a href='#Page_25'>25</a>, <a href='#Page_26'>26</a>, <a href='#Page_33'>33</a>, <a href='#Page_36'>36</a>, <a href='#Page_55'>55</a>, <a href='#Page_65'>65</a>, + <a href='#Page_168'>168</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Hunt, Captain James, i. <a href='#Page_304'>304</a>; ii. 239</li> + + <li class="indx">Huntingfield, Lord, iii. 323</li> + + <li class="indx">Hussein, Seriff, ii. 95</li> + + <li class="indx">Hutton, Lieutenant Frederick, i. <a href='#Page_119'>119</a>, <a href='#Page_124'>124</a>, <a href='#Page_136'>136</a>, <a href='#Page_157'>157</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Hydra</span>, ii. 65</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Ibbetson, Robert, i. <a href='#Page_147'>147</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Icarus</span>, iii. 170, 222</li> + + <li class="indx">Ichaboa Island, iii. 68</li> + + <li class="indx">Illanuns, the, i. <a href='#Page_294'>294</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Inconstant</span>, ii. 181</li> + + <li class="indx">India, ii. 62</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Inflexible</span>, ii. 115</li> + + <li class="indx">Ingestre, Captain Lord, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_176'>176</a>, <a href='#Page_177'>177</a>, <a href='#Page_187'>187</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lady Sarah, i. <a href='#Page_187'>187</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Inglefield, Admiral, ii. 76</li> + + <li class="indx">Inglis, Bishop J., i. <a href='#Page_52'>52</a>, <a href='#Page_53'>53</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Inkerman, ii. 259, 280</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Jaffer, Seriff, i. <a href='#Page_311'>311</a>, <a href='#Page_317'>317</a>; ii. 2, 19, 21</li> + + <li class="indx">Jago, Commissary-General, i. <a href='#Page_79'>79</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Java, ii. 131</li> + + <li class="indx">Jenkins, Lieutenant Robert, i. <a href='#Page_333'>333</a>; ii. 3</li> + + <li class="indx">Jephson, Dr., i. <a href='#Page_253'>253</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Jerdan, Mr., ii. 30, 62, 63</li> + + <li class="indx">“John Company,” i. <a href='#Page_133'>133</a>, <a href='#Page_134'>134</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Johnson, C., ii. 3</li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant W. F., iii. 1</li> + + <li class="indx">Johore, the Tumongong of, iii. 122</li> + + <li class="indx">Joinville, Prince de, i. <a href='#Page_201'>201</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Jones, Sir Harry, ii. 284</li> + + <li class="indx">Jones, Commodore Oliver, iii. 129, 220</li> + + <li class="indx">Jonos, the, iii. 165</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Kaga, Prince, iii. 169</li> + + <li class="indx">Kalamanta Bay, i. <a href='#Page_180'>180</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Kapiti Island, ii. 171</li> + + <li class="indx">Karabonu, Cape, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a>, <a href='#Page_176'>176</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Karangan, ii. 16</li> + + <li class="indx">Kazatch, ii. 262, 266</li> + + <li class="indx">Kearney, Major, iii. 2</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Kearsage</span>, iii. 83</li> + + <li class="indx">Kellett, Admiral Sir H., iii. 310</li> + + <li class="indx">Kempt, General Sir James, i. <a href='#Page_54'>54</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Kent, H.R.H. the Duchess of, iii. 36</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Keppel'>KEPPEL, ADMIRAL OF THE FLEET SIR HENRY:—</li> + <li class="isub1">Birth, i. <a href='#Page_1'>1</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Christening, i. <a href='#Page_1'>1</a></li> + <li class="isub1">School-days, i. <a href='#Page_2'>2</a>-<a href='#Page_5'>5</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Choice of a career, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Preparation for the Navy, i. <a href='#Page_14'>14</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Enters the Royal Naval College, Gosport, i. <a href='#Page_16'>16</a></li> + <li class="isub1">First voyage, i. <a href='#Page_27'>27</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Marries Catherine, daughter of Sir George Crosbie, i. <a href='#Page_249'>249</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Marries Jane Elizabeth West, iii. 80</li> + <li class="isub1">Appointments in H.M. Navy—</li> + <li class="isub2">Midshipman, i. <a href='#Page_25'>25</a></li> + <li class="isub2">Mate, i. <a href='#Page_79'>79</a></li> + <li class="isub2">Lieutenant, i. <a href='#Page_86'>86</a></li> + <li class="isub2">Commander, i. <a href='#Page_158'>158</a></li> + <li class="isub2">Commodore, ii. 322</li> + <li class="isub2">Admiral, iii. 15</li> + <li class="isub1">Ships:—</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Childers</span>, i. <a href='#Page_164'>164</a></li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Colossus</span>, ii. 312</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Cumberland</span>, iii. 115</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Dido</span>, i. <a href='#Page_255'>255</a></li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Forte</span>, iii. 39</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Galatea</span>, i. <a href='#Page_100'>100</a></li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Magicienne</span>, i. <a href='#Page_119'>119</a></li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Mæander</span>, ii. 58</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Manilla</span>, iii. 143</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Pearl</span>, iii. 135</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Pelorus</span>, iii. 144</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Princess Charlotte</span>, iii. 130, 172</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Raleigh</span>, ii. 324</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Rattler</span>, iii. 143</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Rodney</span>, ii. 276; iii. 173</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>St. Jean d’Acre</span>, ii. 208</li> + <li class="isub2"><span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, i. <a href='#Page_25'>25</a>, <a href='#Page_66'>66</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Naval stations commanded by:—</li> + <li class="isub2">The Cape, iii. 39</li> + <li class="isub2">China, iii. 113</li> + <li class="isub2">Crimea, Naval Brigade, ii. 284</li> + <li class="isub2">Devonport, iii. 330</li> + <li class="isub2">S.E. America, iii. 71</li> + <li class="isub2">Straits Settlements, ii. 77</li> + <li class="isub1">Honours:—</li> + <li class="isub2">C.B., ii. 314</li> + <li class="isub2">K.C.B., iii. 15</li> + <li class="isub2">G.C.B., iii. 326</li> + <li class="isub2">D.C.L. Oxford, iii. 324-326</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Lady_Keppel'><span class="smcap">Keppel</span>, Lady (Catherine Crosbie), i. <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>, <a href='#Page_251'>251</a>, <a href='#Page_253'>253</a>; ii. 27, 56, + 57, 88, 202, 207, 208, 328; + iii. 18, 35</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Keppel_J'><span class="smcap">Keppel</span>, Lady (Jane West), iii. 80, 95, 114, 230</li> + <li class="isub1" id='Keppel_A'>Anne, i. <a href='#Page_47'>47</a>, <a href='#Page_67'>67</a>, <a href='#Page_247'>247</a>, <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>; ii. 23</li> + <li class="isub1">Augustus, Admiral Lord, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a>, <a href='#Page_59'>59</a>, <a href='#Page_326'>326</a></li> + <li class="isub1" id='Keppel_Au'>Augustus Frederick, i. <a href='#Page_254'>254</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Hon. Colin Richard, iii. 80, 95, 116, 230, 231, + 273</li> + <li class="isub1">Rev. Edward, i. <a href='#Page_67'>67</a>, <a href='#Page_203'>203</a>; ii. 50; iii. 19</li> + <li class="isub1">Frances, i. <a href='#Page_254'>254</a></li> + <li class="isub1" id='Keppel_GT'>George Thomas, i. <a href='#Page_1'>1</a>, <a href='#Page_5'>5</a>, <a href='#Page_6'>6</a>, <a href='#Page_85'>85</a>, <a href='#Page_251'>251</a>, <a href='#Page_253'>253</a>; + ii. 59, 61</li> + <li class="isub1" id='Keppel_G'>Georgina, i. <a href='#Page_66'>66</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Leicester, ii. 61, 69</li> + <li class="isub1">Maria Walpole, iii. 98, 230, 275</li> + <li class="isub1" id='Keppel_M'>Mary, i. <a href='#Page_1'>1</a>, <a href='#Page_66'>66</a>, <a href='#Page_93'>93</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Sophia, i. <a href='#Page_4'>4</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Thomas Robert, i. <a href='#Page_2'>2</a>, <a href='#Page_4'>4</a>, <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, <a href='#Page_22'>22</a>, <a href='#Page_46'>46</a>, <a href='#Page_47'>47</a>, <a href='#Page_67'>67</a>, + <a href='#Page_81'>81</a>, <a href='#Page_86'>86</a>; ii. 29, 45, 50, 81</li> + <li class="isub1">William, General, i. <a href='#Page_59'>59</a></li> + <li class="isub1">family of, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Keppel</span>; <i>see</i> <a href='#Albemarle'>Albemarle</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Kertch, ii. 267, 270-272</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Khersonese'>Khersonese, ii. 258, 263</li> + + <li class="indx">Khoulalonkorn, King, iii. 229</li> + + <li class="indx">Kiel Harbour, ii. 240</li> + + <li class="indx">King, Admiral Sir Durnford, ii. 60, 67</li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral George, ii. 276; iii. 113, 114, 121</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Philip, ii. 134, 169</li> + + <li class="indx">Kingsley, Charles, iii. 114</li> + + <li class="indx">Kingston, Jamaica, i. <a href='#Page_60'>60</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Kinmel, i. <a href='#Page_93'>93</a>, <a href='#Page_162'>162</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Kissang River, i. <a href='#Page_135'>135</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Knollys, Sir Francis, iii. 323</li> + + <li class="indx">Knox, Lieutenant Thomas Owen, i. <a href='#Page_119'>119</a>, <a href='#Page_120'>120</a>, <a href='#Page_124'>124</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Kobe, iii. 298</li> + + <li class="indx">Korbé; <i>see</i> <a href='#Corve'>Corvé</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Korea, iii. 194</li> + + <li class="indx">Kororareka (Russell), N.Z., ii. 171</li> + + <li class="indx">Korsakof, General, iii. 195, 208</li> + + <li class="indx">Kronstadt, ii. 230</li> + + <li class="indx">Kuching; <i>see</i> <a href='#Sarawak'>Sarawak</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Kung, the Prince of, iii. 226</li> + + + <li class="ifrst">Labuan, ii. 30, 63, 76, 82, 87, 90, 125, + 127; iii. 126, 230</li> + + <li class="indx">Lagos, i. <a href='#Page_238'>238</a>, <a href='#Page_241'>241</a>, <a href='#Page_242'>242</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lahon, Cape, i. <a href='#Page_210'>210</a>, <a href='#Page_211'>211</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lake, Admiral W. T., i. <a href='#Page_54'>54</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lambrick, Captain, ii. 144</li> + + <li class="indx">Landon, Laetitia Elizabeth, i. <a href='#Page_221'>221</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lansdowne, Lord, ii. 59</li> + + <li class="indx">Lante Bay, i. <a href='#Page_170'>170</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>La Place</span>, iii. 162, 177</li> + + <li class="indx">Lawrence, Captain, i. <a href='#Page_182'>182</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Leicester, Earl of; <i>see</i> <a href='#Coke_T'>Coke, Thomas William</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Countess of; <i>see</i> <a href='#Keppel_A'>Hon. Anne Keppel</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Leighton, Vice-Chancellor, iii. 324</li> + + <li class="indx">Leithbridge, Misses, ii. 55</li> + + <li class="indx">Le Marchant, Major, i. <a href='#Page_75'>75</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lennard, Sir Thomas, ii. 45</li> + + <li class="indx">Leopold, H.R.H. Prince, i. <a href='#Page_53'>53</a>; iii. 36</li> + + <li class="indx">Lescanca, Brigadier, i. <a href='#Page_189'>189</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lesseps, Ferdinand de, iii. 118</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Leven</span>, iii. 234</li> + + <li class="indx">Lexham Hall, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lichfield, Thomas, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, <a href='#Page_162'>162</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Li Hung Chang, iii. 245</li> + + <li class="indx">Lima, General, i. <a href='#Page_41'>41</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Linga River, ii. 2, 19</li> + + <li class="indx">Lingghi River, i. <a href='#Page_135'>135</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Linn, Mandarin, i. <a href='#Page_264'>264</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lisbon, i. <a href='#Page_103'>103</a>, <a href='#Page_184'>184</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lissa, i. <a href='#Page_22'>22</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Livingstone, Dr. David, iii. 67</li> + + <li class="indx">Lloyd, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_125'>125</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant, iii. 235</li> + + <li class="indx">Loch, Captain Granville, i. <a href='#Page_260'>260</a>, <a href='#Page_261'>261</a>, <a href='#Page_262'>262</a>, <a href='#Page_263'>263</a>, <a href='#Page_270'>270</a>, + <a href='#Page_272'>272</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lockyer, Commander Nicholas, C.B., i. <a href='#Page_167'>167</a>; ii. 116</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>London</span>, iii. 110</li> + + <li class="indx">Loring, Captain John Wentworth, i. <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>, <a href='#Page_17'>17</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Louis Philippe, King, ii. 76</li> + + <li class="indx">Louise, H.R.H. Princess, iii. 38</li> + + <li class="indx">Low, Hugh, ii. 82, 126, 230</li> + + <li class="indx">Lowe, Robert, iii. 325</li> + + <li class="indx">Lukin, Admiral, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, <a href='#Page_14'>14</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lupar River, ii. 6</li> + + <li class="indx">Lushington, Rt. Hon. Stephen, i. <a href='#Page_148'>148</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lyall, Sir Charles, ii. 215</li> + + <li class="indx">Lyemoon Pass, iii. 182</li> + + <li class="indx">Lynedoch, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_54'>54</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Lyons, Admiral Sir Edmund, ii. 211, 256, 267</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Macao, i. <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_327'>327</a>; ii. 120; iii. 1, 8, 9, 130, 222</li> + + <li class="indx">M‘Arthur, Captain, ii. 132, 144</li> + + <li class="indx">M‘Clure, Sir Robert, iii. 8</li> + + <li class="indx">Macdonald, Sir James, i. <a href='#Page_4'>4</a>; iii. 323</li> + + <li class="indx">MacDonnell, Sir Richard, iii. 129, 231</li> + + <li class="indx">Mackenzie, Consul, i. <a href='#Page_61'>61</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Macota, ii. 20</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Madagascar</span>, i. <a href='#Page_165'>165</a>, <a href='#Page_170'>170</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Madeira; <i>see</i> <a href='#Funchal_Roads'>Funchal Roads</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Madras, i. <a href='#Page_133'>133</a>, <a href='#Page_134'>134</a>, <a href='#Page_148'>148</a>, <a href='#Page_150'>150</a>, <a href='#Page_157'>157</a>, <a href='#Page_158'>158</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Madrid, i. <a href='#Page_186'>186</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Madura, ii. 131</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Mæander</span>, ii. 58, 60, 81, 115, 126, 130, + 155, 200, 201</li> + + <li class="indx">Magellan, Straits of, ii. 195-199</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Magicienne</span>, i. <a href='#Page_118'>118</a>, <a href='#Page_119'>119</a>, <a href='#Page_133'>133</a>, <a href='#Page_153'>153</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Magin, Captain, iii. 1</li> + + <li class="indx">Mahé, Port, iii. 63</li> + + <li class="indx">Mahébourg, iii. 63</li> + + <li class="indx">Maitland, Admiral Sir F. L., K.C.B., i. <a href='#Page_165'>165</a>, <a href='#Page_167'>167</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Malabar</span>, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_171'>171</a>, <a href='#Page_183'>183</a>, <a href='#Page_184'>184</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Malacca, i. <a href='#Page_134'>134</a>, <a href='#Page_135'>135</a>, <a href='#Page_137'>137</a>, <a href='#Page_150'>150</a>, <a href='#Page_157'>157</a>; ii. 24, 334</li> + + <li class="indx">Malaga, i. <a href='#Page_185'>185</a>, <a href='#Page_186'>186</a>, <a href='#Page_188'>188</a>, <a href='#Page_190'>190</a>, <a href='#Page_196'>196</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Malakoff, ii. 274</li> + + <li class="indx">Malanga, ii. 172</li> + + <li class="indx">Maldanado Roads, i. <a href='#Page_43'>43</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Mallewali, ii. 96</li> + + <li class="indx">Malone, Lieutenant, i. <a href='#Page_17'>17</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Malta, i. <a href='#Page_75'>75</a>, <a href='#Page_168'>168</a>, <a href='#Page_184'>184</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a>; ii. 249; iii. 117</li> + + <li class="indx">Mambahennan, ii. 100</li> + + <li class="indx">Mamelon, ii. 273</li> + + <li class="indx">Manao, iii. 169</li> + + <li class="indx">Manchester, Duke and Duchess of, i. <a href='#Page_57'>57</a>; iii. 322, 323</li> + + <li class="indx">Manila, i. <a href='#Page_327'>327</a>; ii. 124; iii. 230</li> + + <li class="indx">Maratabu River, ii. 23</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Mariner</span>, ii. 77</li> + + <li class="indx">Marjoribanks, Dr., i. <a href='#Page_326'>326</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Marmora, Sea of, ii. 249</li> + + <li class="indx">Marseilles, i. <a href='#Page_222'>222</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Martin, Admiral, ii. 239</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain George, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Surgeon William, i. <a href='#Page_75'>75</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Matapan, Cape, i. <a href='#Page_180'>180</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Mataxa, Count, iii. 99</li> + + <li class="indx">Mathieson, Commander, ii. 78</li> + + <li class="indx">Maul, Fox; <i>see</i> <a href='#Panmure'>Panmure, Lord</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Mauritius, i. <a href='#Page_85'>85</a>, <a href='#Page_260'>260</a>; iii. 63</li> + + <li class="indx">Maxwell, Sir Benson, iii. 317</li> + + <li class="indx">Maxwell, Rev. Dr., iii. 223</li> + + <li class="indx">Mayatchni Island, iii. 195</li> + + <li class="indx">Maynard family, the, i. <a href='#Page_164'>164</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Mazatlan, ii. 185, 188</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Medea</span>, ii. 116</li> + + <li class="indx">Medhurst, Sir Walter, iii. 221, 239</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Medusa</span>, i. <a href='#Page_266'>266</a>, <a href='#Page_274'>274</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Melville Island, ii. 134</li> + + <li class="indx">Menai Suspension Bridge, i. <a href='#Page_94'>94</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Menschikoff, Admiral Prince, ii. 240</li> + + <li class="indx">Mexico, city of, i. <a href='#Page_56'>56</a>, <a href='#Page_64'>64</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Gulf of, i. <a href='#Page_57'>57</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Meyerbeer, iii. 25</li> + + <li class="indx">Miako, iii. 174, 175, 180</li> + + <li class="indx">Michi, Mr., iii. 238</li> + + <li class="indx">Mikado, the, iii. 190, 290</li> + + <li class="indx">Millett family, the, i. <a href='#Page_253'>253</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Milo, i. <a href='#Page_68'>68</a>, <a href='#Page_176'>176</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Mina, Captain-General, i. <a href='#Page_188'>188</a>, <a href='#Page_196'>196</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Doña, i. <a href='#Page_196'>196</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Ming Tombs, the, iii. 172</li> + + <li class="indx">Minorca, i. <a href='#Page_14'>14</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Minto, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_255'>255</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Minwaji-no-Mia, Prince, iii. 286</li> + + <li class="indx">Mitford, Bertram, iii. 268, 286, 290</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Modeste</span>, i. <a href='#Page_243'>243</a>, <a href='#Page_277'>277</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Moluccas Islands, ii. 147</li> + + <li class="indx">Montagu, Oliver, iii. 323</li> + + <li class="indx">Montague, Admiral Sir William, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_171'>171</a>, <a href='#Page_184'>184</a>; ii. 205</li> + + <li class="indx">Montenegro, the Marquis of, i. <a href='#Page_195'>195</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Moore, Admiral Sir Graham, G.C.B., i. <a href='#Page_260'>260</a></li> + <li class="isub1">General Sir John, i. <a href='#Page_260'>260</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Moorsom, Captain, ii. 285</li> + + <li class="indx">Moowar, the Rajah of, i. <a href='#Page_136'>136</a>, <a href='#Page_137'>137</a>, <a href='#Page_139'>139</a>-<a href='#Page_146'>146</a></li> + <li class="isub1">River, i. <a href='#Page_135'>135</a>; ii. 24</li> + + <li class="indx">Moriataba River, i. <a href='#Page_295'>295</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Mozambique Harbour, iii. 55</li> + + <li class="indx">Muda Hassim, Rajah, i. <a href='#Page_299'>299</a>, <a href='#Page_300'>300</a>, <a href='#Page_301'>301</a>, <a href='#Page_306'>306</a>, <a href='#Page_307'>307</a>, <a href='#Page_319'>319</a>, + <a href='#Page_339'>339</a>; ii. 42, 84</li> + + <li class="indx">Mulla, Seriff, i. <a href='#Page_312'>312</a>; ii. 6</li> + + <li class="indx">Mundy, Captain, i. <a href='#Page_157'>157</a>, <a href='#Page_172'>172</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Murrundum Island, i. <a href='#Page_294'>294</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Musemberg, i. <a href='#Page_73'>73</a></li> + + <li class="ifrst">Nagasaki, iii. 144, 145, 170, 191, 192, 220, + 300</li> + + <li class="indx">Najassi, iii. 201</li> + + <li class="indx">Nakoda Bahar, ii. 6</li> + + <li class="indx">Nanbu Harbour, iii. 158</li> + + <li class="indx">Nancowry Harbour, i. <a href='#Page_134'>134</a>, <a href='#Page_285'>285</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Nanking, i. <a href='#Page_270'>270</a>, <a href='#Page_271'>271</a>; iii. 239</li> + + <li class="indx">Nankow, iii. 172</li> + + <li class="indx">Nanning, i. <a href='#Page_134'>134</a>, <a href='#Page_135'>135</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Napier, Admiral Sir Charles John, K.C.B., i. <a href='#Page_101'>101</a>, <a href='#Page_102'>102</a>, <a href='#Page_107'>107</a>, <a href='#i_117'>117</a>, <a href='#Page_167'>167</a>, + <a href='#Page_247'>247</a>; ii. 53, 57, 226, 228</li> + <li class="isub1">William, i. <a href='#Page_288'>288</a>; ii. 24, 64, 67, 87</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Napoleon'>Napoleon, i. <a href='#Page_1'>1</a>, <a href='#Page_86'>86</a>, <a href='#Page_90'>90</a>, <a href='#Page_253'>253</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Napper, Surgeon James, i. <a href='#Page_71'>71</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Nash, Lieutenant Charles, i. <a href='#Page_70'>70</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Natunas, i. <a href='#Page_294'>294</a>, <a href='#Page_296'>296</a>, <a href='#Page_297'>297</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Navarino, i. <a href='#Page_68'>68</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Nelson, Rev. Edmund, i. <a href='#Page_15'>15</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lord, i. <a href='#Page_13'>13</a>, <a href='#Page_15'>15</a>, <a href='#Page_24'>24</a>; ii. 267</li> + + <li class="indx">New Guinea, ii. 148</li> + + <li class="indx">Newman, Sir Robert, ii. 276</li> + + <li class="indx">New Spain, i. <a href='#Page_64'>64</a></li> + + <li class="indx">New Zealand, ii. 152, 169</li> + + <li class="indx">Nicholai, iii. 192, 206</li> + + <li class="indx">Nicholas I., Czar, ii. 258</li> + + <li class="indx">Nicholson, Port, ii. 169</li> + + <li class="indx">Nicobar Islands, i. <a href='#Page_134'>134</a>, <a href='#Page_284'>284</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Nigata, iii. 167</li> + + <li class="indx">Nightingale, Miss Florence, ii. 251</li> + + <li class="indx">Ning Po, i. <a href='#Page_279'>279</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Noad, Lieutenant Arthur, i. <a href='#Page_113'>113</a>, <a href='#Page_203'>203</a>, <a href='#Page_257'>257</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Nogueras, General, i. <a href='#Page_188'>188</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Norfolk Island, ii. 165</li> + + <li class="indx">Norman, Colonel, iii. 296</li> + + <li class="indx">Norris, Sir William, i. <a href='#Page_285'>285</a>, <a href='#Page_289'>289</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Northumberland, Duke of, i. <a href='#Page_49'>49</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Norton, Mrs., i. <a href='#Page_260'>260</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Nova Scotia, i. <a href='#Page_52'>52</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Novogorod Harbour, iii. 194</li> + + <li class="indx">Nwajima, Prince, iii. 293</li> + + <li class="ifrst"><span class='ships'>Ocean</span>, iii. 179, 277</li> + + <li class="indx">O’Donnell, Colonel, i. <a href='#Page_192'>192</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Ohier, Admiral Marie Gustave, iii. 180, 227</li> + + <li class="indx">Oldfield, Lieutenant R. Brice, ii. 59</li> + + <li class="indx">Ommaney, Admiral Sir John, ii. 209</li> + + <li class="indx">Onrust Island, ii. 130</li> + + <li class="indx">Ord, Sir Henry, iii. 316</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Orestes</span>, i. <a href='#Page_180'>180</a>, <a href='#Page_197'>197</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Orizaba Mountain, i. <a href='#Page_62'>62</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Osaka, iii. 174, 179, 180, 186, 190, 220, + 298</li> + + <li class="indx">Osmond, John, i. <a href='#Page_84'>84</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Otho, King of Greece, i. <a href='#Page_179'>179</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Ou-teng-foi, iii. 235, 236</li> + + <li class="indx">Owen, Admiral Sir E. W., i. <a href='#Page_127'>127</a>, <a href='#Page_128'>128</a></li> + + + <li class="ifrst">Paddi, town, i. <a href='#Page_317'>317</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Paget, Commander Charles, i. <a href='#Page_94'>94</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Clarence, ii. 264</li> + + <li class="indx">Pakington, Sir John, iii. 113</li> + + <li class="indx">Pakoo, i. <a href='#Page_318'>318</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Palmas, Cape, i. <a href='#Page_211'>211</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Palmerston, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_185'>185</a>; ii. 123, 182, 256; iii. 28, 29, 32, + 100</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Panmure'>Panmure, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_162'>162</a>; iii. 15-17</li> + + <li class="indx">Papua, ii. 148</li> + + <li class="indx">Parker, Rev. Dr., i. <a href='#Page_281'>281</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir William Hyde, i. <a href='#Page_191'>191</a>, <a href='#Page_193'>193</a>, <a href='#Page_195'>195</a>, <a href='#Page_198'>198</a>, <a href='#Page_254'>254</a>, <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, + <a href='#Page_266'>266</a>, <a href='#Page_271'>271</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a>, <a href='#Page_273'>273</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>, <a href='#Page_325'>325</a>; + ii. 27, 31</li> + + <li class="indx">Parkes, Sir Henry, i. <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>; iii. 148, 150, 168, 169, 174, + 179, 181, 187, 188, 273, 297, + 328</li> + + <li class="indx">Paros, i. <a href='#Page_179'>179</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Parseval Deschênes; <i>see</i> <a href='#Deschenes'>Deschênes</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Partridge, family, i. <a href='#Page_5'>5</a>; ii. 49</li> + + <li class="indx">Partridge, C., ii. 61</li> + + <li class="indx">Paterson, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_66'>66</a>, <a href='#Page_67'>67</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Patingi, Ali, ii. 7</li> + + <li class="indx">Patterson, Admiral, i. <a href='#Page_52'>52</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Charles, i. <a href='#Page_52'>52</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Patusen, ii. 2, 3, 5</li> + + <li class="indx">Pechell, Captain, ii. 299</li> + + <li class="indx">Peck, Henry and George, i. <a href='#Page_73'>73</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Pedro, Don, i. <a href='#Page_40'>40</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Peel, Sir Lawrence, i. <a href='#Page_335'>335</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Peiho River, iii. 171</li> + + <li class="indx">Peking, i. <a href='#Page_81'>81</a>; iii. 144, 171, 259</li> + + <li class="indx">Pelham, Dudley, i. <a href='#Page_166'>166</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Pelican</span>, i. <a href='#Page_226'>226</a>, <a href='#Page_231'>231</a>, <a href='#Page_242'>242</a>, <a href='#Page_277'>277</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Pell, Sir Watkin, ii. 43</li> + + <li class="indx">Pelorus, ii. 144</li> + + <li class="indx">Penang, i. <a href='#Page_146'>146</a>, <a href='#Page_149'>149</a>, <a href='#Page_282'>282</a>, <a href='#Page_333'>333</a>, <a href='#Page_337'>337</a>; ii. 334; iii. 14, 120, + 229, 318</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Penelope</span>, iii. 283</li> + + <li class="indx">Penguin Island, i. <a href='#Page_203'>203</a>, <a href='#Page_208'>208</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Percy, Admiral Hon. Josceline, ii. 199</li> + + <li class="indx">Percy, Captain Joseph, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_176'>176</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Perim, iii. 118, 119</li> + + <li class="indx">Pernambuco, i. <a href='#Page_41'>41</a>, <a href='#Page_42'>42</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Perote, i. <a href='#Page_64'>64</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Perry, Dare and Co., Messrs., i. <a href='#Page_135'>135</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Perseus</span>, iii. 234</li> + + <li class="indx">Petropaulovski, i. <a href='#Page_178'>178</a>; iii. 208</li> + + <li class="indx">Pettigrew, Dr., i. <a href='#Page_100'>100</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Pfingsten, Major, iii. 195</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Phlegethon</span>, i. <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>; ii. 1, 3, 6, 77, 84, 234</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Piraeus</span>, the, i. <a href='#Page_178'>178</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Plampin, Admiral, i. <a href='#Page_48'>48</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Plumridge, Admiral J. H., i. <a href='#Page_119'>119</a>, <a href='#Page_121'>121</a>, <a href='#Page_135'>135</a>; ii. 76, 231; iii. 130</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Plymouth</span>, ii. 121</li> + + <li class="indx" id='Point'>Point de Galle, iii. 14, 119, 318</li> + + <li class="indx">Po-leng, iii. 235</li> + + <li class="indx">Polkinghorne, Commander James, i. <a href='#Page_79'>79</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Pomony, iii. 56</li> + + <li class="indx">Pontranini, ii. 20</li> + + <li class="indx">Poore, Sir E., ii. 41</li> + + <li class="indx">Popham, Commander Brunswick, i. <a href='#Page_226'>226</a>, <a href='#Page_231'>231</a>, <a href='#Page_232'>232</a>, <a href='#Page_242'>242</a>, <a href='#Page_243'>243</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Popoe, Little, i. <a href='#Page_235'>235</a>, <a href='#Page_236'>236</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Porchester Castle, i. <a href='#Page_52'>52</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Porirua, Cape, ii. 171</li> + + <li class="indx">Port-au-Prince, i. <a href='#Page_61'>61</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Portendick, i. <a href='#Page_202'>202</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Porter, Captain, i. <a href='#Page_98'>98</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Port Jackson, ii. 152, 153</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Portland</span>, i. <a href='#Page_178'>178</a>, <a href='#Page_180'>180</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Port Louis, i. <a href='#Page_77'>77</a>, <a href='#Page_79'>79</a>, <a href='#Page_85'>85</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Port Mahon, i. <a href='#Page_194'>194</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Port Nicholson, ii. 171</li> + + <li class="indx">Porto Praya, i. <a href='#Page_69'>69</a>, <a href='#Page_204'>204</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Port Royal, Jamaica, i. <a href='#Page_57'>57</a>, <a href='#Page_60'>60</a>, <a href='#Page_62'>62</a>, <a href='#Page_112'>112</a>, <a href='#Page_113'>113</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Posietta Bay, iii. 194</li> + + <li class="indx">Potoo, i. <a href='#Page_278'>278</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Pottinger, Sir Henry, i. <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_271'>271</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a>, <a href='#Page_273'>273</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>, <a href='#Page_322'>322</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Major, i. <a href='#Page_327'>327</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Price, Captain David, i. <a href='#Page_178'>178</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Prince Edward’s Island, ii. 73</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Princess Charlotte</span>, i. <a href='#Page_52'>52</a>; iii. 129, 130, 220</li> + + <li class="indx">Prince’s Island, i. <a href='#Page_224'>224</a>, <a href='#Page_225'>225</a>, <a href='#Page_229'>229</a>, <a href='#Page_237'>237</a>, <a href='#Page_244'>244</a></li> + + <li class="indx" id='PrincessRoyal'>Princess Royal, the, i. <a href='#Page_253'>253</a>; iii. 114, 121</li> + + <li class="indx">Province Wellesley, i. <a href='#Page_283'>283</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Pulo Sabu, i. <a href='#Page_288'>288</a></li> + + <li class="ifrst">Queensberry, Marquis of, iii. 40</li> + + <li class="indx">Quidenham, i. <a href='#Page_1'>1</a>, <a href='#Page_8'>8</a>, <a href='#Page_9'>9</a>, <a href='#Page_93'>93</a>; ii. 56, 65</li> + + <li class="indx">Quin, Captain Michael, ii. 23</li> + + <li class="indx">Quitta, i. <a href='#Page_235'>235</a>, <a href='#Page_240'>240</a></li> + + <li class="ifrst">Raffles, Sir Stamford, i. <a href='#Page_285'>285</a>; ii. 76</li> + + <li class="indx">Raffles Bay, ii. 134</li> + + <li class="indx">Raglan, Lord, ii. 256, 264, 275</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Raleigh</span>, ii. 324, 336; iii. 2, 8</li> + + <li class="indx">Ramsay, Captain, ii. 235</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Ranee</span>, ii. 86</li> + + <li class="indx">Ranelagh, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_196'>196</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Rattler</span>, iii. 190, 227</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Rattlesnake</span>, ii. 153</li> + + <li class="indx">Read, Lieutenant Charles B., ii. 58, 72</li> + <li class="isub1">W. H., i. <a href='#Page_289'>289</a>; iii. 317</li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant (U.S.N.), iii. 177</li> + + <li class="indx">Redan, the, ii. 274, 299-304</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Revenge</span>, i. <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Reynolds, Admiral Barrington, ii. 199</li> + + <li class="indx">Rice, Edward, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_248'>248</a>, <a href='#Page_260'>260</a>, <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_274'>274</a>, <a href='#Page_277'>277</a></li> + <li class="isub1">family, the, i. <a href='#Page_248'>248</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Rich, Henry, i. <a href='#Page_96'>96</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Richmond, Duke of, i. <a href='#Page_72'>72</a>, <a href='#Page_253'>253</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Duchess of, i. <a href='#Page_72'>72</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Rigby, Colonel, iii. 62, 63</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Rinaldo</span>, iii. 187, 221, 222, 234</li> + + <li class="indx">Rio de Janeiro, i. <a href='#Page_36'>36</a>, <a href='#Page_42'>42</a>, <a href='#Page_43'>43</a>, <a href='#Page_123'>123</a>; ii. 72, 198; + iii. 42, 75</li> + + <li class="indx">Rio de la Plata, i. <a href='#Page_43'>43</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Risk, W. B., iii. 145</li> + + <li class="indx">Rivers, Lieutenant, ii. 47</li> + + <li class="indx">Roberts, Captain Sir Samuel, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a>, <a href='#Page_180'>180</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Robinson, Commander, iii. 221</li> + <li class="isub1">Sir Hercules, iii. 319</li> + + <li class="indx">Roches, M., iii. 174, 180, 188</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Rodney</span>, i. <a href='#Page_191'>191</a>, <a href='#Page_192'>192</a>, <a href='#Page_193'>193</a>, <a href='#Page_196'>196</a>, <a href='#Page_197'>197</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a>; + ii. 276, 304; iii. 173, 177, 180, 222, 247, 276, + 323, 324</li> + + <li class="indx">Rodyk, Jack, iii. 318</li> + + <li class="indx">Roe, Sir Frederick and Lady, ii. 45</li> + + <li class="indx">Rokeby, General Lord, ii. 246, 255</li> + + <li class="indx">Romney family, the, i. <a href='#Page_257'>257</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Rose, Sir Hugh, iii. 14</li> + + <li class="indx">Rosebery, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Rouen, Baron de Forth, ii. 117</li> + + <li class="indx">Rougemont, Lieutenant, iii. 187</li> + + <li class="indx">Rous, Admiral Hon. Henry, i. <a href='#Page_87'>87</a>, <a href='#Page_90'>90</a>; iii. 20</li> + + <li class="indx">Rowley, Sir Charles, ii. 27</li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir Josias, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a>, <a href='#Page_180'>180</a>, <a href='#Page_182'>182</a>, <a href='#Page_183'>183</a>, <a href='#Page_185'>185</a>, <a href='#Page_201'>201</a>, + <a href='#Page_247'>247</a>; ii. 39</li> + <li class="isub1">Josias (junior), i. <a href='#Page_261'>261</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Samuel, ii. 32</li> + + <li class="indx">Roy, Captain, iii. 186</li> + + <li class="indx">Rubielo, i. <a href='#Page_188'>188</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Ryder, Captain A. P., ii. 230</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Sacrificios, i. <a href='#Page_114'>114</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sadong River, i. <a href='#Page_311'>311</a>; ii. 85</li> + + <li class="indx">Saghalien Island, iii. 194, 198</li> + + <li class="indx">Sahib, Seriff, ii. 2, 5, 20</li> + + <li class="indx">Saigon, iii. 227</li> + + <li class="indx">St. Angelo, Cape, i. <a href='#Page_178'>178</a></li> + + <li class="indx">St. Barbara River, i. <a href='#Page_227'>227</a></li> + + <li class="indx">San Domingo, i. <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>, <a href='#Page_61'>61</a>, <a href='#Page_163'>163</a></li> + + <li class="indx">St. Helena, i. <a href='#Page_90'>90</a></li> + + <li class="indx">St. Jago de Cuba, i. <a href='#Page_33'>33</a>, <a href='#Page_61'>61</a>, <a href='#Page_69'>69</a>, <a href='#Page_204'>204</a>, <a href='#Page_261'>261</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>St. Jean d’Acre</span>, ii. 208, 233, 243</li> + + <li class="indx">St. John, Sir Spenser, ii. 69</li> + + <li class="indx">St. Juan d’Ulloa, i. <a href='#Page_62'>62</a></li> + + <li class="indx">St. Paul’s, Cape, i. <a href='#Page_235'>235</a>, <a href='#Page_238'>238</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Island, i. <a href='#Page_123'>123</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Roads, i. <a href='#Page_85'>85</a></li> + + <li class="indx" id='San_Salvador'>San Salvador, i. <a href='#Page_38'>38</a>, <a href='#Page_39'>39</a>, <a href='#Page_40'>40</a>; iii. 77, 78</li> + + <li class="indx">St. Thomas Island, i. <a href='#Page_229'>229</a>; iii. 73</li> + + <li class="indx">St. Vincent, i. <a href='#Page_97'>97</a>, <a href='#Page_107'>107</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sakai, iii. 186, 187</li> + + <li class="indx">Salamanca, i. <a href='#Page_82'>82</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Salamis, Bay of, i. <a href='#Page_179'>179</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Salamis</span>, iii. 115, 120, 122, 145, 173, 180, + 192, 198, 234, 237</li> + + <li class="indx">Salisbury, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_177'>177</a>; iii. 324</li> + + <li class="indx">Saltoun, General Lord, i. <a href='#Page_252'>252</a>, <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_327'>327</a>, <a href='#Page_332'>332</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Samarang</span>, ii. 18</li> + + <li class="indx">Sambas River, i. <a href='#Page_292'>292</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sandilands, Commander A. A., i. <a href='#Page_129'>129</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sandringham, iii. 92, 93, 260</li> + + <li class="indx">Sandwich Islands, i. <a href='#Page_43'>43</a>; ii. 151</li> + + <li class="indx">Santobong, ii. 112</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Saracen</span>, i. <a href='#Page_203'>203</a>, <a href='#Page_223'>223</a>, <a href='#Page_228'>228</a>, <a href='#Page_231'>231</a>, <a href='#Page_232'>232</a>, <a href='#Page_239'>239</a>, + <a href='#Page_240'>240</a></li> + + <li class="indx" id='Sarawak'>Sarawak, i. <a href='#Page_294'>294</a>, <a href='#Page_296'>296</a>, <a href='#Page_304'>304</a>, <a href='#Page_319'>319</a>, <a href='#Page_339'>339</a>; ii. 21, 83, + 112; iii. 11, 124, 229</li> + + <li class="indx">Sarebas, the, ii. 127</li> + <li class="isub1">River, i. <a href='#Page_311'>311</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Satellite</span>, iii. 122</li> + + <li class="indx">Satsuma, Prince, iii. 174, 175, 178, 180</li> + + <li class="indx">Saumarez, Sir James, i. <a href='#Page_69'>69</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Captain, i. <a href='#Page_326'>326</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Saxe-Weimar, Duke Bernard of, ii. 131</li> + <li class="isub1">Prince Edward of, ii. 253</li> + + <li class="indx">Schomberg, Commodore, i. <a href='#Page_85'>85</a>, <a href='#Page_87'>87</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Scott, Captain Lord Charles, iii. 170, 222</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Frank, i. <a href='#Page_103'>103</a>, <a href='#Page_190'>190</a>; ii. 7</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Scout</span>, i. <a href='#Page_167'>167</a>, <a href='#Page_170'>170</a>, <a href='#Page_225'>225</a>, <a href='#Page_231'>231</a>, <a href='#Page_232'>232</a>, <a href='#Page_240'>240</a>, + <a href='#Page_242'>242</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sebastopol; <i>see</i> <a href='#Sevastopol'>Sevastopol</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Seboo, ii. 2</li> + + <li class="indx">Sekarran, country, ii. 2</li> + <li class="isub1">River, i. <a href='#Page_312'>312</a>; ii. 6</li> + + <li class="indx">Sekarrans, the, ii. 1, 127</li> + + <li class="indx">Senegal, i. <a href='#Page_238'>238</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Serapis</span>, iii. 332</li> + + <li class="indx">Seriff Jaffer, ii. 2</li> + + <li class="indx">Seton, Sir Henry, i. <a href='#Page_335'>335</a></li> + + <li class="indx" id='Sevastopol'>Sevastopol, ii. 240, 254, 256, 264</li> + + <li class="indx">Seymour family, the, i. <a href='#Page_253'>253</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir George, i. <a href='#Page_163'>163</a>, <a href='#Page_198'>198</a>, <a href='#Page_258'>258</a>; ii. 327; iii. 321</li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral G. Henry, i. <a href='#Page_198'>198</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a>, <a href='#Page_275'>275</a>, <a href='#Page_277'>277</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>, <a href='#Page_322'>322</a>, + <a href='#Page_333'>333</a>; ii. 235; iii. 283, 321</li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Lord Hugh, i. <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>, <a href='#Page_17'>17</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir Michael, i. <a href='#Page_55'>55</a>; ii. 209, 238, 337; iii. 1, 9</li> + <li class="isub1">Michael (junior), iii. 3</li> + <li class="isub1">Lord William, ii. 235</li> + + <li class="indx">Shakotan Bay, iii. 227</li> + + <li class="indx">Shanghai, i. <a href='#Page_266'>266</a>, <a href='#Page_277'>277</a>; iii. 142, 172, 180, 220, 237</li> + + <li class="indx">Shaw, Whitehead and Co., i. <a href='#Page_288'>288</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Shepherd, Captain, ii. 182</li> + <li class="isub1">Quartermaster John, ii. 274, 282</li> + + <li class="indx">Sheridan, Charles, i. <a href='#Page_260'>260</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Francis, i. <a href='#Page_260'>260</a>, <a href='#Page_261'>261</a>, <a href='#Page_262'>262</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sheriff, Admiral, ii. 47, 56, 60</li> + + <li class="indx">Shrewsbury, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_187'>187</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Shunski, Ito, iii. 183</li> + + <li class="indx">Siefukigi Temple, iii. 183</li> + + <li class="indx">Sierra Leone, i. <a href='#Page_202'>202</a>, <a href='#Page_203'>203</a>, <a href='#Page_233'>233</a>; iii. 70</li> + + <li class="indx">Simmons, Mr., purser, ii. 80</li> + + <li class="indx">Simoneseki Straits, iii. 146, 265</li> + + <li class="indx">Simon’s Bay, i. <a href='#Page_71'>71</a>, <a href='#Page_74'>74</a>, <a href='#Page_75'>75</a>, <a href='#Page_77'>77</a>, <a href='#Page_83'>83</a>, <a href='#Page_86'>86</a>, <a href='#Page_261'>261</a>; + iii. 45, 67, 74</li> + + <li class="indx">Simpson, Arthur Bridgman, i. <a href='#Page_70'>70</a>, <a href='#Page_71'>71</a></li> + <li class="isub1">General, i. <a href='#Page_81'>81</a>; ii. 279</li> + <li class="isub1">Dr., i. <a href='#Page_271'>271</a>, <a href='#Page_319'>319</a>, <a href='#Page_322'>322</a>, <a href='#Page_323'>323</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sinclair, Major, i. <a href='#Page_291'>291</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Singapore, i. <a href='#Page_147'>147</a>, <a href='#Page_157'>157</a>, <a href='#Page_263'>263</a>, <a href='#Page_281'>281</a>, <a href='#Page_285'>285</a>, <a href='#Page_288'>288</a>, + <a href='#Page_322'>322</a>, <a href='#Page_333'>333</a>, <a href='#Page_338'>338</a>; ii. 23, 24, 75, 77, + 111, 128, 129; iii. 9, 13, 115, 120, + 121, 122, 230</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Sir Charles Forbes</span>, iii. 1</li> + + <li class="indx">Skipsey, Commodore, i. <a href='#Page_76'>76</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Skipwith family, the, i. <a href='#Page_253'>253</a>; ii. 48</li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant Grey, i. <a href='#Page_165'>165</a>, <a href='#Page_191'>191</a>, <a href='#Page_193'>193</a>, <a href='#Page_252'>252</a>, <a href='#Page_264'>264</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a>, + <a href='#Page_273'>273</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a>, <a href='#Page_279'>279</a>, <a href='#Page_291'>291</a>; ii. 65</li> + + <li class="indx">Smith, Lieutenant Christopher, i. <a href='#Page_63'>63</a>, <a href='#Page_71'>71</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Smyrna, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a>, <a href='#Page_175'>175</a>, <a href='#Page_176'>176</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sober Island, i. <a href='#Page_127'>127</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Somerset, the Duke of, iii. 79, 265</li> + <li class="isub1">Lord Charles Fitzroy, i. <a href='#Page_72'>72</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Soult, Marshal, i. <a href='#Page_247'>247</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Spalding, John, i. <a href='#Page_98'>98</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Spartan</span>, ii. 41</li> + + <li class="indx">Speke, Captain John Hanning, iii. 41, 46, 57, 91</li> + + <li class="indx">Spencer, Earl, i. <a href='#Page_102'>102</a>, <a href='#Page_103'>103</a>, <a href='#Page_253'>253</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Sphynx</span>, ii. 52</li> + + <li class="indx">Spurrier, Mr., iii. 4, 20</li> + + <li class="indx">Stanhope, Captain, iii. 179, 181, 186, 187</li> + <li class="isub1">Elizabeth, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Spencer, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Stanley, Captain Owen, i. <a href='#Page_291'>291</a>; ii. 134, 142, 153, 156</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Stanley</span>, iii. 222</li> + + <li class="indx">Staveley, Captain, ii. 117-123</li> + <li class="isub1">General, ii. 117</li> + + <li class="indx">Stephenson, Augustus, ii. 240</li> + <li class="isub1">Commander Henry Frederick, i. <a href='#Page_66'>66</a>, <a href='#Page_93'>93</a>, <a href='#Page_96'>96</a>, <a href='#Page_97'>97</a>, <a href='#Page_119'>119</a>, <a href='#Page_164'>164</a>; + ii. 219; iii. 15-17, 19, 27, 107, 115, 190, 205</li> + <li class="isub1">Henry (junior), ii. 219, 233</li> + <li class="isub1">Lady Mary; <i>see</i> <a href='#Keppel_M'>Keppel</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Steward, Mr., ii. 7</li> + + <li class="indx">Stewart, Mrs. Keith; <i>see</i> <a href='#Fitzroy_M'>Fitzroy, Mary</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Stoddard, Consul, ii. 70</li> + + <li class="indx">Stopford, Admiral Sir Robert, i. <a href='#Page_201'>201</a>; ii. 46, 55</li> + + <li class="indx">Straits Settlements, the, iii. 121, 316</li> + + <li class="indx">Strongiolo Bay, i. <a href='#Page_179'>179</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Suckling, i. <a href='#Page_20'>20</a>, <a href='#Page_24'>24</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Suez, iii. 18, 118</li> + + <li class="indx">Suffield, Lord and Lady, i. <a href='#Page_162'>162</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Suffolk, Earl of, i. <a href='#Page_97'>97</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sullivan, Sir Charles, Bart., i. <a href='#Page_59'>59</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sulu, the Sultan of, ii. 104</li> + + <li class="indx">Sumatra, i. <a href='#Page_149'>149</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Summers, Mr., ii. 118-123</li> + + <li class="indx">Sunda, Straits of, i. <a href='#Page_147'>147</a>, <a href='#Page_263'>263</a>; ii. 75</li> + + <li class="indx">Surtees family, i. <a href='#Page_5'>5</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Sussex, H.R.H. Augustus, Duke of, i. <a href='#Page_9'>9</a>, <a href='#Page_11'>11</a>, <a href='#Page_66'>66</a>, <a href='#Page_93'>93</a>, <a href='#Page_97'>97</a>, <a href='#Page_160'>160</a>, + <a href='#Page_161'>161</a>, <a href='#Page_246'>246</a>, <a href='#Page_247'>247</a>, <a href='#Page_249'>249</a>, <a href='#Page_322'>322</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Suttie, Captain Francis, iii. 115</li> + + <li class="indx">Swan, Commander John, iii. 190</li> + + <li class="indx">Swansen, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_214'>214</a>, <a href='#Page_215'>215</a>, <a href='#Page_216'>216</a>, <a href='#Page_219'>219</a>-<a href='#Page_221'>221</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Swatow, iii. 136, 233, 235</li> + + <li class="indx">Swinhoe, Consul, iii. 237</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Sybille</span>, iii. 8</li> + + <li class="indx">Sydney, ii. 152, 153, 154, 164</li> + + <li class="indx">Symonds, Sir William, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>; ii. 41, 46</li> + + <li class="indx">Syra, i. <a href='#Page_180'>180</a></li> + + + <li class="ifrst">Tagus, River, ii. 213</li> + + <li class="indx">Tahiti, ii. 177</li> + + <li class="indx">Tai-wan-foo, iii. 224</li> + + <li class="indx">Taki Zingaburo, iii. 183, 184</li> + + <li class="indx">Taku Forts, iii. 171, 264, 303, 310</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Talavera</span>, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_171'>171</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Talbot, Captain Charles, i. <a href='#Page_123'>123</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Talleyrand, Prince, i. <a href='#Page_162'>162</a>, <a href='#Page_247'>247</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tambilan Islands, i. <a href='#Page_292'>292</a>, <a href='#Page_338'>338</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tampico, i. <a href='#Page_58'>58</a>, <a href='#Page_64'>64</a>, <a href='#Page_65'>65</a>, <a href='#Page_113'>113</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tangiers, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tang-Tau, iii. 234, 235</li> + + <li class="indx">Tanjong Datu, i. <a href='#Page_294'>294</a>; ii. 83; iii. 123</li> + + <li class="indx">Tanjong Po, i. <a href='#Page_295'>295</a>; ii. 83</li> + + <li class="indx">Tarragona, i. <a href='#Page_189'>189</a>, <a href='#Page_196'>196</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tartary, Gulf of, iii. 192</li> + + <li class="indx">Tasmania, ii. 157</li> + + <li class="indx">Taylor, pilot, i. <a href='#Page_257'>257</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tchung-How, iii. 263</li> + + <li class="indx">Templer, John, ii. 43, 62</li> + <li class="isub1">J. L. B., ii. 43</li> + + <li class="indx">Termination Island, iii. 195</li> + + <li class="indx">Thackeray, William Makepeace, iii. 82</li> + + <li class="indx">Thistlethwaite, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_251'>251</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Thompson, Deas, ii. 157</li> + + <li class="indx">Thompson, Rev. Josias, ii. 328; iii. 9</li> + + <li class="indx">Thours, Captain Du Petit, iii. 187, 227, 271</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Thunderer</span>, i. <a href='#Page_121'>121</a>, <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_170'>170</a>, <a href='#Page_180'>180</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Tien Chi</span>, iii. 222</li> + + <li class="indx">Tientsin, iii. 303</li> + + <li class="indx">Tillenadin, Conanyaga Modr, i. <a href='#Page_128'>128</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tomari, iii. 163</li> + + <li class="indx">Tombeaux Bay, iii. 65</li> + + <li class="indx">Tonga Tabu, ii. 172</li> + + <li class="indx">Toolyan Island, ii. 106</li> + + <li class="indx">Torres, Captain de, i. <a href='#Page_36'>36</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Torres Straits, ii. 142</li> + + <li class="indx">Tortoza, i. <a href='#Page_188'>188</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tosa, Prince, iii. 170</li> + + <li class="indx">Tottenham, Lieutenant, i. <a href='#Page_258'>258</a>, <a href='#Page_285'>285</a>; ii. 81</li> + + <li class="indx">Townshend, Captain Lord James, i. <a href='#Page_123'>123</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tracey, Commander, iii. 177</li> + + <li class="indx">Trade Town, i. <a href='#Page_203'>203</a>, <a href='#Page_206'>206</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Trafalgar, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a>, <a href='#Page_12'>12</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Tribune</span>, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_175'>175</a>, <a href='#Page_183'>183</a>, <a href='#Page_189'>189</a>; iii. 8</li> + + <li class="indx">Trincomalee, i. <a href='#Page_125'>125</a>, <a href='#Page_128'>128</a>, <a href='#Page_147'>147</a>, <a href='#Page_157'>157</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tripoli, i. <a href='#Page_171'>171</a>, <a href='#Page_178'>178</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tristan d’Achuna, i. <a href='#Page_123'>123</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Trollope, Commander, iii. 222</li> + + <li class="indx">Trowbridge, Captain Sir Thomas, i. <a href='#Page_257'>257</a>, <a href='#Page_272'>272</a>; ii. 116, 117, 120</li> + + <li class="indx">Troy, i. <a href='#Page_178'>178</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Tseng Kuo-fau, iii. 222</li> + + <li class="indx">Tumongong of Singapore, the, ii. 81, 82</li> + + <li class="indx">Turnour, Captain Edward W., i. <a href='#Page_333'>333</a>; ii. 3-7, 336; iii. 1, 4, 39, 45</li> + + <li class="indx">Twanai, iii. 163</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Tweed</span>, i. <a href='#Page_19'>19</a>, <a href='#Page_25'>25</a>, <a href='#Page_46'>46</a>, <a href='#Page_65'>65</a>, <a href='#Page_66'>66</a>, <a href='#Page_67'>67</a>, + <a href='#Page_85'>85</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Twofold Bay, ii. 157</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Tyne</span>, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_176'>176</a>, <a href='#Page_187'>187</a>, <a href='#Page_189'>189</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="ifrst"><span class='ships'>Undaunted</span>, i. <a href='#Page_67'>67</a>, <a href='#Page_84'>84</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Undop, ii. 5, 6, 19</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Valencia, i. <a href='#Page_187'>187</a>, <a href='#Page_191'>191</a>, <a href='#Page_195'>195</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Valparaiso, ii. 195</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Venus</span>, iii. 186</li> + + <li class="indx">Vera Cruz, i. <a href='#Page_57'>57</a>, <a href='#Page_58'>58</a>, <a href='#Page_62'>62</a>, <a href='#Page_65'>65</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Vernon, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_184'>184</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Vernon</span>, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_180'>180</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Victor of Hohenlohe, Prince, ii. 235; iii. 1, 2, 9, 25</li> + + <li class="indx">Victoria, Queen, i. <a href='#Page_247'>247</a>, <a href='#Page_250'>250</a>, <a href='#Page_251'>251</a>; ii. 218, 313, 324; iii. 19, 41, + 116, 322, 329</li> + <li class="isub1">Princess; <i>see</i> <a href='#PrincessRoyal'>Princess Royal</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Victory</span>, i. <a href='#Page_53'>53</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Villa Nueva, i. <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Vizeu, Francisco Nunes Sweezer, i. <a href='#Page_2'>2</a>, <a href='#Page_103'>103</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Vladimir</span>, ii. 302</li> + + <li class="indx">Vladivostock, iii. 198, 218</li> + + <li class="indx">Vlangali, A., iii. 192, 194</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Volage</span>, i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a>, <a href='#Page_180'>180</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Von Brockhausen, Baron, i. <a href='#Page_191'>191</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Vourla, i. <a href='#Page_168'>168</a>, <a href='#Page_170'>170</a>, <a href='#Page_171'>171</a>, <a href='#Page_173'>173</a></li> + + <li class="ifrst">Wade, Sir Thomas, i. <a href='#Page_81'>81</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Colonel, i. <a href='#Page_81'>81</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant C. F., ii. 3, 6, 14</li> + + <li class="indx">Waitemata Harbour, ii. 171</li> + + <li class="indx">Wales, H.R.H. the Prince of, i. <a href='#Page_96'>96</a>, <a href='#Page_257'>257</a>; iii. 81, 92, 93, 105, 113, + 115, 322, 328, 329, 332, 333</li> + <li class="isub1">H.R.H. the Princess of, iii. 81, 93, 105, 322, 333</li> + + <li class="indx">Walker, Captain Sir Baldwin, i. <a href='#Page_201'>201</a>; ii. 208; iii. 74</li> + + <li class="indx">Walpole-Keppel, family of, i. <a href='#Page_7'>7</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Wanderer</span>, i. <a href='#Page_275'>275</a>, <a href='#Page_333'>333</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Waring, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_187'>187</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Warren, Admiral, i. <a href='#Page_121'>121</a>; iii. 75</li> + + <li class="indx">Warrington, Colonel, i. <a href='#Page_172'>172</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Waterford, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_246'>246</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Waterloo, Battle of, i. <a href='#Page_1'>1</a>, <a href='#Page_72'>72</a>, <a href='#Page_86'>86</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Waterpark, Eliza, Lady, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Waterwitch</span>, i. <a href='#Page_223'>223</a>, <a href='#Page_227'>227</a>, <a href='#Page_228'>228</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Watson, Captain, i. <a href='#Page_274'>274</a>, <a href='#Page_277'>277</a>, <a href='#Page_278'>278</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Wellesley, Captain George, iii. 14</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Wellesley</span>, ii. 68</li> + + <li class="indx">Wellington, Duke of, i. <a href='#Page_82'>82</a>, <a href='#Page_86'>86</a>, <a href='#Page_247'>247</a>, <a href='#Page_256'>256</a>; ii. 206</li> + + <li class="indx">Wellington, N.Z., ii. 171</li> + + <li class="indx">Wemyss and March, Earl of, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Frederica, Countess of, i. <a href='#Page_8'>8</a></li> + + <li class="indx">West, Green, i. <a href='#Page_71'>71</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Jane; <i>see</i> <a href='#Keppel_J'>Keppel, Lady</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Rev. Richard, iii. 80</li> + + <li class="indx">Whampoa, i. <a href='#Page_323'>323</a>; ii. 80, 116; iii. 14, 232, 317</li> + + <li class="indx">Whichcote, Sir Thomas, iii. 27</li> + + <li class="indx">White, Admiral Sir John, ii. 29</li> + + <li class="indx">Whitehead, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_322'>322</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Whitshed, Admiral Sir James Hawkins, i. <a href='#Page_27'>27</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Whydah, i. <a href='#Page_237'>237</a>, <a href='#Page_239'>239</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Whytock, Colonel, ii. 60</li> + + <li class="indx">Wildman, Colonel, i. <a href='#Page_11'>11</a></li> + + <li class="indx">William IV., King, i. <a href='#Page_102'>102</a>, <a href='#Page_120'>120</a>, <a href='#Page_121'>121</a>, <a href='#Page_160'>160</a>, <a href='#Page_161'>161</a>, <a href='#Page_163'>163</a>, + <a href='#Page_200'>200</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Williams, Sir John, i. <a href='#Page_94'>94</a></li> + <li class="isub1">Admiral Sir Thomas, G.C.B., i. <a href='#Page_94'>94</a>, <a href='#Page_165'>165</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Williamson, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_302'>302</a>; ii. 7</li> + + <li class="indx">Willoughby, James, iii. 117</li> + + <li class="indx">Wilson, Lieutenant A. K., iii. 178</li> + <li class="isub1">family, the, i. <a href='#Page_51'>51</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Windham, General Charles, ii. 260, 300, 301</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr., ii. 101, 105</li> + + <li class="indx">Windsor, iii. 115, 116</li> + + <li class="indx">Wise, Henry, ii. 43, 62, 63</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain W., i. <a href='#Page_169'>169</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Wodehouse, George, i. <a href='#Page_103'>103</a></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Wolverine</span>, i. <a href='#Page_199'>199</a>, <a href='#Page_200'>200</a>, <a href='#Page_281'>281</a>; ii. 24</li> + + <li class="indx">Wood, Sir Charles, iii. 9</li> + <li class="isub1">Rev. James, i. <a href='#Page_2'>2</a>, <a href='#Page_4'>4</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Woosung, i. <a href='#Page_266'>266</a>-<a href='#Page_269'>269</a>, <a href='#Page_275'>275</a>; iii. 180, 220</li> + + <li class="indx">Würtemburg, the Prince of, i. <a href='#Page_115'>115</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Wynberg, i. <a href='#Page_71'>71</a></li> + + <li class="ifrst">Xalapa, i. <a href='#Page_57'>57</a>, <a href='#Page_63'>63</a>, <a href='#Page_64'>64</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Xavier, St. Francis, i. <a href='#Page_150'>150</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Xeres, i. <a href='#Page_184'>184</a></li> + + <li class="ifrst">Yang-tse-kiang River, i. <a href='#Page_268'>268</a>, <a href='#Page_269'>269</a>; iii. 237</li> + + <li class="indx">Yarborough, Lord, i. <a href='#Page_166'>166</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Yates, Mr., i. <a href='#Page_66'>66</a></li> + + <li class="indx">Yedo, iii. 148, 179, 180, 265</li> + + <li class="indx">Yeh, Admiral, iii. 6</li> + + <li class="indx">Yeng Cheow, iii. 223</li> + + <li class="indx">Yesso, iii. 164</li> + + <li class="indx">Yo-chow, iii. 250</li> + + <li class="indx">Yokohama, iii. 148, 150, 151, 162, 174, 177, + 179, 180, 191, 192, 220, 295</li> + + <li class="indx">Yokosha, iii. 191</li> + + <li class="indx">York, Cape, ii. 142</li> + + <li class="indx">Young, Captain, ii. 79</li> + + <li class="indx">Yule, Lieutenant, ii. 165</li> + + <li class="ifrst">Zante, i. 180, 182</li> + + <li class="indx">Zanzibar, iii. 57</li> + <li class="isub1">the Sultan of, iii. 62</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class='ships'>Zebra</span>, iii. 222</li> +</ul> + + +<p class='center mt2'>END OF VOL. I.</p> + + +<p class='center mt2 fs80'><i>Printed by</i> <span class="smcap">R. & R. Clark, Limited</span>, <i>Edinburgh</i>.</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="transnote"> +<h2 id="Transcribers_Notes">Transcriber’s Notes</h2> + +<ul> +<li>Images relocated close to related content.</li> + +<li>Sidenotes relocated close to related content.</li> + +<li>The original has a sidenote at the start of every page to indicate +the current year and sometimes a reminder of the current location. +Where the year and location are clear from the text and previous +sidenotes, these page-top notes have been omitted.</li> + +<li>Footnotes have been renumbered consecutively and moved to the end +of the text.</li> + +<li>Punctuation and other obvious typographic inaccuracies were silently + corrected.</li> + +<li>Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved.</li> + +<li>Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved.</li> + +<li> +The list of <a href='#ILLUSTRATIONS'>Illustrations</a> credits “<a href='#i_267'><span class='ships'>Dido</span> at Chusan</a>” to Anonymous. But +in the text, <a href='#watson-credit'>Keppel notes</a> that Watson of the <span class='ships'>Modeste</span> made the drawing. +Naval records show that Rundle Burges Watson commanded the <span class='ships'>Modeste</span> at +this time. List of Illustrations updated to give Watson credit for the +drawing. +</li> + +<li> +The index that is in volume III has been replicated into +volumes I and II. Only those page numbers pertaining to +this volume have been linked. +</li> +</ul> + + +<h3>Corrections</h3> + +<table> +<tr> +<th class="tdr" style='width: 4em;'> Page</th> +<th class="tdl" style='width: 14em;'> From</th> +<th class="tdl" style='width: 14em;'> To</th> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#cor_52'>52</a></td> +<td class="tdl"> Built by the Romans in the fourteenth century, it was</td> +<td class="tdl"> Built by the Romans, in the fourteenth century it was</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr"><a href='#cor_277'>277</a></td> +<td class="tdl"> Rundle, Bowles, Watson,</td> +<td class="tdl"> Rundle Burges Watson</td> +</tr> +</table> + + +</div> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76808 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + diff --git a/76808-h/images/cover-t.jpg b/76808-h/images/cover-t.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..06fcc4a --- /dev/null +++ b/76808-h/images/cover-t.jpg diff --git a/76808-h/images/cover.jpg 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