Part 12 (1/2)
But clearly the weather was in a very unsettled state, and outside Amoy the gla.s.s again went down with a rising head sea. That we might put into Amoy for shelter, all the furnaces were called into requisition; so we lashed into and almost buried ourselves in seas rearing themselves up a-head of us like walls of solid gla.s.s. We brought up in the outer harbour just as the shades of night and the roar of the coming storm gathered around us. That night the wind and sea played fast and furious with our s.h.i.+p; again we had escaped a typhoon--it was subsequently ascertained that one did actually visit the adjacent coasts and sea; but, as this wind travels in a circle of many miles diameter, with its greatest force distributed near its circ.u.mference, its centre only pa.s.sed over Amoy. On steaming seaward the next morning desolation, destruction, and wreck were everywhere manifest.
In due course we reached Nagasaki. In the bay was the Russian iron-clad, ”Minin,” a s.h.i.+p--if all we hear about her be true--capable of blowing the ”Iron Duke” sky-high. She is, however, inferior to us in many desirable qualities, particularly in the essential one of being able to keep the sea, and fight her guns in all weathers. The ”Comus,” one of our handsome steel corvettes, was also here.
The hard steaming from Nagasaki, against exceptionally heavy winds, had pretty well cleared us out of coal, and, as there was not enough in store here to supply us with, we were ordered off to Kobe to fill up.
On our return, and just as we had cleared the strait of Simonoseki, we fell in with what sailors term nasty weather. The s.h.i.+p behaved so saucily that a seaman, Alexander Mann, whilst engaged las.h.i.+ng the anchor was washed completely overboard and borne away astern. Daniel Mutch, the captain of his top--a petty-officer who has already been instrumental in saving life at sea--observing the accident, at once rushed aft to the stern, plunged boldly into the turbulent waves and succeeded in rescuing his topmate. It is satisfactory to be able to state that the captain recognised Mutch's bravery by applying for the Humane Society's Medal, which honorable decoration was received shortly afterwards.
Next day an event of a similar nature, but unfortunately with a sadder termination, took place. In setting the starboard stunsail, John Irish, A.B., lost his hold of the scarping on the starboard fore-and-aft bridge, through the wood treacherously giving away with his weight, and, being unable to swim, the poor fellow soon sank exhausted, just as Joseph Summers had arrived on the spot. Irish had but lately come into a legacy from some of his friends at home.
Early in December we left Nagasaki for Hong Kong, touching at the Rugged Isles, on the opposite Chinese coast, on the pa.s.sage. We spent about as uncomfortable a week in this delicious retreat as can be well conceived; our appet.i.tes sharpened to a keen edge by a north China winter--a week never to be forgotten. Opportunely the admiral came in at the expiration of time and terminated our miseries by ordering us to proceed.
December 20th.--To-day, and on the two subsequent days, the ”one gun salute” at eight bells from the ”Victor Emanuel” announced that somebody's fate was to be sealed. Three of our officers--the captain, staff-commander, and Lieutenant Clarke--are to be tried on a charge, preferred by the admiral, of negligently stranding Her Majesty's s.h.i.+p ”Iron Duke.” Much interest naturally centred around this trial; the reporters from the local papers exerting themselves to the utmost for information on such an engrossing topic. On the third day the sentence of the court was announced:--the captain and Mr. Clarke to be reprimanded, and the staff-commander to be severely so.
December 25th.--To fulfil a promise of twelve months' standing, from the 20th to the 25th discipline was relaxed that we might prepare for our one festival; and as the admiral had again rendered us pecuniary help, and as this would be his last Christmas with us we were determined on making it a success. Meanwhile, whilst the decorations are pus.h.i.+ng ahead, I must pause to notice the naval regatta of the 23rd, and especially the race which came about between our cutter and a similar boat of the ”Lily,” which it will be remembered we beat at Chefoo recently; but so confident were the ”Lily's” that our victory on that occasion was the result of a ”fluke,” that they challenged us again to pull for sixty dollars. The race was conclusive to the ”Lily's,” and they handed over the ”Mexicans” with the best grace a small s.h.i.+p's company can be supposed to exhibit--on the eve of Christmas, too.
An interesting feature in the regatta, and one which caused no end of fun, was the get-up of the copper punts. These naval abortions are, for the nonce, handed over to the funny fellows on board, who proceed to elect a ”captain,” and appoint themselves to the various offices connected with the proper management of their craft. With great rapidity and no little skill these punts are metamorphosed into brigs, full-rigged s.h.i.+ps, paddle-wheeled steamers, and ram-bowed ironclads. The ”captain's” get-up is the most gorgeous and elaborate thing possible--a profusion of gold lace, a monster c.o.c.ked hat suitable for the top of the great pyramid, and a tremendous speaking trumpet whose bore would do very well for a tunnel. His crew generally attire themselves in the fantastic dress of n.i.g.g.e.rs. Just as the proceedings for the day were about to begin, a pigmy paddler was observed bearing down on the flag-s.h.i.+p--her puffing funnel and foaming bows betraying no mean steam power. On closing she was made out to be one of the punt fleet come to pay a visit to the admiral. As she lay to she ran the St. George's Cross up to the main, and saluted it with seventeen guns (wooden ones), out of compliment to Admiral Coote, who shortly receives his promotion. She next asked permission (by signal) to part company, a request the admiral answered by hoisting the affirmative. It was indeed real fun.
By the 24th our lower deck looked a veritable fairy bower, but essentially English--a character which the arrival of the ”Themis,” on Christmas eve, modified somewhat. With characteristic good feeling and with, perhaps, a spice of national vanity, we determined on asking the Frenchmen to dine with us on the morrow--first, because having just come in from sea they would be unable to prepare for themselves; and, secondly, that we might shew them how Englishmen observe Christmas day.
Our invitation asked that three hundred men might be allowed to come, but half that number only could be spared.
It now became necessary to make our surroundings as international as possible, and as, happily, the French flag does not demand any very great skill in its formation, we soon had the tri-color stuck up everywhere; whilst in the most conspicuous positions French mottoes shewed out from the greenery. The wording of these latter was a tremendous effort, so limited was our knowledge of our nearest neighbour's tongue. Just to quote a few:--surrounding every pudding a scroll with ”Bien venue 'Themis'” painted on it; in the mess shelves, ”Vive la France;” whilst, occupying a commanding place, the following long yarn--”Servons nous votre reine mais honneur a la republique francais,” shone out in great gilt letters. Then, too, there were plenty of legends in English; and noticing these, one would be surprised at the wit, no less than at the talent, exhibited in their execution. For example, here is a sailor depicted with a most lugubrious and ”I-wish-I-might-get-it” expression on his rather florid face, looking into an empty grog-tub; and that there may be no ambiguity about the matter, the word _empty_ is printed on the tub, and attached to his mouth a balloon-shaped sack containing the following visible speech--”Three years on the 'Alert' but no 'Discovery.'” A second tar is represented holding a stranded rope up to his captain, whilst he naively remarks, ”It wants splicing, sir.” There were also several mottoes specially designed as compliments to the admiral.
At noon on Christmas day we awaited on the quarter deck the arrival of our guests, who, as soon as they came inboard were ushered below and placed in the posts of honor at the tables. After the admiral, captain, and officers had made the round of the decks, preceded by the band playing the immortal strains of ”The roast beef of Old England,” the shrill whistles piped ”fall-to.”
And now might have been witnessed a laughable scene, men rus.h.i.+ng and hurrying about here, there, and everywhere, exclaiming ”Have you seen our Frenchmen?” or ”I've lost a Frenchman,” and so on. But at length the lost were found, and were, ere long, contemplating the formidable heap of indigestible stuff set before them.
Such mountains of pudding, goose, ham, mutton, beef, and pickles--all packed on one plate--I suppose it rarely falls to the lot of the more polished Frenchman to behold. Well might they look aghast at the miracle required of them. It is the proverbial hospitality of the Englishman, enacted over again, which always imagines its guest starving.
Considering that not one word of the other's language was understood on either side, a very kindly feeling sprang up between us during the afternoon, and the time of departure arrived all too soon. After the tea, which was to all intents and purposes a repet.i.tion of the mid-day meal, the Frenchmen's boats came alongside, the crews invited inboard and loaded with the debris of the feast. When at length they left us, the Frenchmen all stood up in their boats, whilst we lined our bridges and spar deck, and a succession of deafening cheers brought the happy day to a close--cheers which most of the s.h.i.+ps in port took up as the boats pa.s.sed their bows. So ended Christmas, 1880.
CHAPTER XIV.
”Each earing to its cringle first they bend-- The reef-band then along the yard extend; The circling earings round th' extremes entwin'd, By outer and by inner turns they bind; The reeflines next from hand to hand received, Through eyelet-holes and roban legs were reeved; The folding reefs in plaits unrolled they lay, Extend the worming lines and ends belay.”
THE NEW REGIME.--SOMETHING ABOUT SAIGON.--THE FIRST CRUISE OF THE CHINA SQUADRON.--AN ALARM OF FIRE!--ARRIVAL OF THE ”FLYING” SQUADRON.
Sunday, January 2nd.--For some time past we have been exercised to know how we could best signify to the admiral our appreciation of his many kindnesses to us during the time we have served under him. His approaching promotion gave us the desired opportunity, and it was decided that the most fitting present would be a silk flag of the largest size, to be hoisted at the main on that auspicious occasion.
With this end in view we had purchased some 130 yards of silk at Nagasaki, which had been made up on board so quietly that few even of those most interested in it knew of its progress.
To day he was to hoist his flag as full admiral for the first time; and on this morning a deputation of the s.h.i.+p's company awaited on him in his cabin to make the presentation. The captain, in a few suitable words, having introduced the representatives, and the admiral having responded to their presentation address in simple, unaffected, heartfelt language, the flag was soon fluttering in lazy folds aloft, to be saluted at ”eight bells” by the sh.o.r.e battery and foreign men-of-war in harbour. A most innocent thing that flag, and scarcely could we conceive that it was destined to become the occasion of newspaper paragraphs, parliamentary questionings, admiralty minutes, and that sort of thing, but it was so to be. By one of the regulations of the service no officer may receive presents or testimonials from his men--hence the correspondence. It is, however, satisfactory to know that in the present instance the admiralty allowed the admiral to retain our flag.
January 7th.--To-day's mail proved a complete hoax. By it we were speedily to be relieved--so said all our private letters, so corroborated the officers, and even the admiral seemed to give a certain amount of credence to the rumour. But need I say it was a chimera. The papers are to blame for all this; for they stated that Admiral Willes had inspected the ”Swiftsure” and had found her in every way fit for his flag-s.h.i.+p. This was all true; but what wasn't, was--that she is to come out to relieve us.
February 16th.--A month since--and if anyone had asked us where we should be bound when next we slipped from the buoy, we should have answered with a joyful ”_homeward_!” To-day we know better. We are speeding Singapore-ward, it is true, but not to meet our relief. The voyage into those torrid seas was not momentous, and a week afterwards we lay alongside the coaling jetty before spoken of.
And now we became aware that quite an unexpected and perhaps in some respects--judging from after experience--not altogether a welcome change was about to be made in our executive. The admiral, of course, leaves under any circ.u.mstances; but, further, the captain, commander, and staff-commander were to be superseded, their reliefs being already on the pa.s.sage out. In addition, the chaplain and Mr. Clarke were to leave, though at their own request.
By the mail of the 26th the first instalment of our fresh officers arrived. These were the admiral, G. O. Willes, of Devonport dockyard celebrity and traditionally known to us; the commander, nephew to the admiral; and the flag lieutenant.
February 28th.--So quietly, that the majority of us scarce knew of it, the admiral left to-day for England, and with him the good wishes of everybody on the lower deck. With the hauling down of the flag at the main, and its re-hoisting at the fore, a new departure in the conduct of the fleet on the China station was inaugurated. Henceforth a season of activity, seasoned with salt junk, is to be the order of the day.
After a short cruise with the squadron in Singapore waters, during which period the ”Tyne” arrived with our new captain, and having bid good-bye to Captain Cleveland, we stood away for Hong Kong, encountering such heavy weather on the pa.s.sage that we were compelled to put into Saigon for coal.