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I belong to the family of the Merrys of Leicestershire. Our chief characteristic was well suited to our patronymic. “Merry by name and merry by nature,” was a common saying among us. Indeed, a more good-natured, laughing, happy set of people it would be difficult to find. Right jovial was the rattle of tongues and the cachinnation which went forward whenever we were assembled together either at breakfast or dinner or supper; our father and mother setting us the example, so that we began the day with a hearty laugh, and finished it with a heartier. “Laugh and grow fat” is an apothegm which all people cannot follow, but our mother did in the most satisfactory manner. Her skin was fair and most thoroughly comfortably filled out; her hair was light, and her contented spirit beamed out from a pair of large laughing blue eyes, so that it was a pleasure to look at her as she sat at the head of the table, serving out the viands to her hungry progeny. Our sisters were very like her, and came fairly under the denomination of jolly girls; and thoroughly jolly they were;—none of them ever had a headache or a toothache, or any other ache that I know of. Our father was a good specimen of a thorough English country gentleman; he was thorough in everything, honest-faced, stout, and hearty, not over-refined, perhaps, but yet gentle in all his thoughts and acts; a hater of a lie and every thing dishonourable, hospitable and generous to the utmost of his means; a protector of the poor and helpless, and a friend to all his neighbours. Yes, and I may say more, both he and my mother were humble, sincere Christians, and made the law of the Bible their rule of life. He told a good story and laughed at it himself, and delighted to see our mother and us laugh at it also. Had he been bred a lawyer, and lived in London, he would have been looked upon as a first-rate wit; but I am certain that he was much happier with the lot awarded to him. He had a good estate; his tenants paid their rents regularly; and he had few or no cares to disturb his digestion or to keep him awake at night; and I am very certain that he would far rather have had us to hear his jokes, and laugh at them with him, than all the wits London ever produced. He delighted in joining in all our sports, either of the field or flood, and we always looked forward to certain amusement when he was able to accompany us. He was our companion and friend; we had no secrets from him—why should we? He was always our best adviser, and if we got into scrapes, which one or the other of us was not unfrequently doing, we were very certain that no one could extricate us as well as he could. I don’t mean to say that he forgot the proverb, “Spare the rod, spoil the child;” or that we were such pieces of perfection that we did not deserve punishment; but we had sense enough to see that he punished us for our good: he did it calmly, never angrily, and without any unnecessarily severe remark, and we certainly did not love him the less for the sharpest flogging he ever gave us. Directly afterwards, he would meet the culprit in his usual frank, hearty way, and seem to forget all about the matter.

Our sisters were on the same happy intimate terms with our mother, and we boys had no secrets with her, or with them either.

Our father used to believe and assert that our family had settled in Leicestershire before the Conquest, and, in consequence of this notion, he gave us all old English names or what he supposed to be such. His own name was Joliffe, and he used to be called by his hunting associates, the other gentlemen of the county, Jolly Merry. He was not, I should say, par excellence a fox hunter, though he subscribed to the county hunt, and frequently followed the hounds; and no one rode better, nor did any one’s voice sound more cheerily on copse or hill side than did his, as he greeted a friend, or sang out, in the exuberance of his spirits, a loud tallyho-ho. My name stood sixth in the Family Bible, and that of Marmaduke had fallen to my lot. We had a Cedric, an Athelstane, an Egbert, and an Edwin among the boys, and a Bertha, an Edith, and a Winifred among the girls. We all went to school in our turns, but though it was a very good school, we did not like it so much as home. When, however, we got to school, we used to be very jolly, and if other boys pulled long faces we made round ones and laughed away as usual. Our school was in Northamptonshire, so that we had not far to go, and we kept up a very frequent correspondence with home, from which, in consequence of its vicinity, we received more hampers laden with cakes and tongues, and pots of jam, and similar comestible articles, than most of our companions. I do not say that we should not otherwise have been favourites, but it might have been remarked that the attentions and willingness to oblige us of our companions increased in proportion to the size of our hampers, and our readiness to dispense their contents.

However, I will not dwell on my school life. I imbibed a certain amount of classical and elementary knowledge of a somewhat miscellaneous description, and received not a few canings, generally for laughing in my class at something which tickled my fancy, when I ought not to have allowed my fancy to be tickled; but altogether my conduct was such that I believe I was considered to have brought no discredit on the Merry name or fame. Such was my uneventful career at school.

We were all at home for the summer holidays. We were seated at breakfast. What a rattle of tongues, and knives, and forks, and cups, and saucers there was going on. What vast slices of bread and butter were disappearing within our well practised jaws. Various cries proceeded from each side of the table. “Bertha, another cup of tea;” “Bertha, some more milk;” “Bertha, you haven’t given me sugar enough by half;” “Bertha, I like strong tea; no wish-wash for me.”

Bertha was our oldest sister and tea-maker general. She had no sinecure office of it; but, in spite often of the most remarkable demands, she dispensed the beverage with the most perfect justice and good humour. Not unsatisfactory were the visits paid to the sideboard, covered as it was with brawn, and ham, and tongue, and a piece of cold beef, and such like substantial fare.

Suddenly the tenor of our conversation was turned by the entrance of the servant with the post-bag. The elders were silent for a few minutes—our father and mother and Bertha, and Cedric, who was at home from college. Our mother had a large circle of correspondents, and seldom a post arrived without a letter for her. Our father had fewer; but this morning he received one, in a large official-looking cover, which absorbed his attention. Still the clatter of tongues went on among us younger ones. Our father and mother had grown so accustomed to it, that, as the miller awakes when his mill stops, so they would have looked up to ascertain what was the matter had we been silent.

“Which of you would like to become a midshipman?” asked our father looking up suddenly.

The question had an effect rarely produced in the family. We were all silent. Our mother put down her letters, and her fond eyes glanced round on our faces. Her countenance was unusually grave.

Again my father looked at the document in his hand. “Captain Collyer says he should not be more than fourteen. Marmaduke, that is your age. What do you say on the subject?” said my father.

“Joliffe, what is it all about?” asked my mother, with a slight trepidation in her voice.

“I forgot that I had not read the letter. It is rather long. It is from my old friend, Dick Collyer, and a better fellow does not breathe. The tenor of it is that he has got command of a fine frigate, the Doris, fitting with all despatch for sea, and that he will take one of our boys as a midshipman, if we like to send the youngster with him. There is no time to lose, as he expects to be ready in a week or ten days; so we must decide at once.”

The question was put indirectly to me, “Should I like to go to sea?” Now, I had never even seen the sea, and had never realised what a man-of-war was like. The largest floating thing to which I was accustomed was the miller’s punt, in which my brothers and I used occasionally to paddle about on the mill-pond; in which mill-pond, by the bye, we had all learned to swim. I had seen pictures of ships, though as to the size of one, and the number of men she might carry, I was profoundly ignorant. I was, therefore, not very well qualified to come to a decision. Suddenly I recollected a visit paid to us by Tom Welby, an old schoolfellow, after his first trip to sea, and what a jolly life I thought he must lead as he described his adventures, and how fine a fellow he looked as he strutted about with his dirk at his side, the white patch on his collar, and the cockade in his hat. I decided at once. “If you wish it, father, I’m ready to go,” said I.

My father looked at me affectionately. There was, I am certain, a conflict going on in his mind whether or not he should part with me; but prudence conquered love.

“Of course, you must all have professions, boys, and the navy is a very fine one,” he observed. “What do you say, Mary?”

My mother was too sensible a woman to make any objections to so promising an offer if I did not; and therefore, before we rose from the breakfast table, it was settled that I was to be a midshipman, and we were all soon laughing away as heartily as ever. The news that Master Marmaduke was going away to sea quickly reached the servants’ hall, and from thence spread over the village.

Not a moment was lost by our mother in commencing the preparations for my outfit. Stores of calico were produced, and she and Bertha had cut out a set of shirts and distributed them to be made before noon. While they were thus employed, I went down to have a talk with my father, and to have my ignorance on nautical affairs somewhat enlightened, though he, I found, knew very little more about them than I did. While I was in the study the footman came to say that Widow Bluff wished to see him. “Let her come in,” was his reply. “Well, dame, what is it you want this morning?” he asked, in his cheery encouraging tone as she appeared.

“Why, sir, I hears how Master Marmaduke’s going away to sea, and I comes to ask if he’ll take my boy Toby with him,” answered the dame, promptly.

“What, Mrs. Bluff, do you wish him to be an officer?” said my father.

“Blessy no, sir. It’s to be his servant like. I suppose he’ll want some one to clean his shoes and brush his clothes, and such little things, and I’d be proud for my Toby to do that,” answered the dame. Now, I had always thought Toby Bluff to be a remarkably dunder-headed, loutish fellow, though strong as a lion, and with plenty of pluck in his composition. I had helped him out of a pond once, and done him some other little service, I fancy; but I had forgotten all about the matter.

“I will see about it, dame,” said my father. “But I doubt if Toby, though a good lad, will ever set the Thames on fire.”

“Blessy heart, I hopes not,” exclaimed the dame in a tone of horror. “He’d be a hanged, if he did, like them as burnt farmer Dobbs’s corn stacks last year.”

Toby, it appeared, was waiting outside. My father sent for him, and found that he really had a very strong desire to go to sea, or rather to follow me. Toby had an honest round freckled countenance, with large hands and broad shoulders, but a slouching awkward gait, which made him look far less intelligent than he really was. As he had always borne a good character, my father promised to learn if Captain Collyer would take him. The answer was in the affirmative. Behold, then, Toby Bluff and me about to commence our career on the briny ocean.

I tried to laugh to the last; but somehow or other, it was a harder job than I had ever found it; and as to my mother and sisters, though they said a number of funny things, there was a moisture in their eyes and a tremulousness in their voices very unusual with them. Toby Bluff, as he scrambled up on the box of the chaise, which was to take us to meet the London coach, blubbered out with a vehemence which spoke more for the sensitiveness of his feelings than for his sense of the dignified; but when his mother, equally overcome, exclaimed, “Get down, Toby; I’ll not have thee go, boy, an thou takest on so,” he answered sturdily, “Noa, noa, mother; I’ve said I’d stick to Measter Marmaduke, and if he goes, I’ll go to look after him.”

My brothers cheered and shouted as we drove off, and I did my best to shout and cheer in return, as did Toby in spite of his tears. My father accompanied us as far as London. We spent but a few hours in that big city.

“I don’t see that it be so very grand like,” observed Toby as we drove through it. “There bees no streets paved with gold, and no Lord Mayor in a gold coach—only bricks and mortar, and people running about in a precious hurry.”

Captain Collyer had desired that I should come down by the coach to the George at Portsmouth, where he would send his coxswain to meet me, and take me to the tailor, who would make my uniform, a part of my outfit which our country town had been unable to supply.

It was a bright summer morning when my father accompanied us to Piccadilly, whence the Portsmouth coach started.

“Cheer up, and don’t forget your name, Marmaduke,” he said, wringing my hand as I was climbing on to the front seat. He nodded kindly to Toby, who followed me closely. “Don’t you forget to look after the young master, boy,” he added.

“Noa, squire, while I’se got fists at the end of my arms, I won’t,” answered Toby.

“All right,” shouted the guard, and the coach drove off.

I found myself seated by a tall man with a huge red nose, like the beak of an eagle, a copper complexion, jet black piercing eyes, and enormous black bushy whiskers. He looked down at me, I thought, with ineffable contempt. His clothes were of blue cloth, and his hands, which were very large and hairy, were marked on the back with strange devices, among which I observed an anchor, a ship, and a fish, which made me suspect that he must be a nautical character of some sort. He addressed the coachman and the passenger on the box seat several times in a wonderfully loud gruff voice, but as they showed by their answers that they were not inclined to enter into conversation with him, he at last turned his attention to me.

“Why are you going down to Portsmouth, little boy?” he asked, in a tone I did not like.

“I suppose because I want to get there,” I answered.

“Ho! ho! ho!” His laugh was like the bellowing of a bull. “Going to sea, I fancy,” he remarked.

“Yes, going to see Portsmouth,” said I, quietly, “if I keep my eyes open.”

“Ho! ho! sharp as a needle I see,” observed the big man.

“Sharpness runs in the family,” I replied. We were well up to this sort of repartee among each other at home.

“Your name is Sharp, I suppose,” said my friend.

“No, only my nature, like a currant or a sour gooseberry,” I replied, not able to help laughing myself.

“Take care, youngster, you don’t get wounded with your own weapon,” said the big man.

“Thank you,” I answered, “but I am not a tailor.”

“No—ho, ho, ho—perhaps not; but you are little more than the ninth part of a man,” said the giant.

“The ninth part of you, you mean; but I am half as big as most men now, and hope to be a whole man some day, and a captain into the bargain.”

“Then I take it you are that important character, a new fledged midshipman,” observed my huge companion.

“Judging of you by your size, I should suppose on the same grounds that you are nothing less than an admiral,” I retorted.

“I should be, if I had my deserts, boy,” he replied, drawing himself up, and swelling out his chest.

“Then are you only a captain?” I asked.

“I once was, boy,” he replied with a sigh which resembled the rumbling of a volcano.

“Captain of the main-top,” said the gentleman on the box without turning round.

“What are you now, then?” I asked.

“A boatswain,” uttered the gentleman on the box.

“Yes, young gentleman, as our friend there says, I am a boatswain,” he exclaimed in a voice of thunder, “and a very important person is a boatswain on board ship, let me tell you, with his call at his mouth, and colt in his hand, as your silent companion there will very soon find out, for I presume, by the cut of his jib, that he is not a midshipman.”

“And what is a boatswain on board ship?” I asked, with unfeigned simplicity.

“Everything from truck to kelson, I may say, is under his charge,” he replied consequentially. “He has to look after masts, spars, rigging, sails, cables, anchors, and stores; to see that the men are kept under proper discipline, and make them smart aloft. In my opinion a man-of-war might do without her captain and lieutenants, but would be no man-of-war without her boatswain.”

The gentleman on the box laughed outright, but the boatswain took no notice of it. I began to think in spite of his coarseness that he must be a very important personage, and probably I showed this in my manner, for he went on enlarging on his own importance.

“I tell you, young gentleman, it’s my belief that I have been round the world oftener and seen more strange sights than any man living.”

“I should like to hear some of your adventures,” I said.

“I dare say you would, and if you like to pay me a visit on board the Doris frigate, and will inquire for Mr. Jonathan Johnson, the boatswain, I shall be happy to see you and to enlighten your mind a little.”

“Why, that is the ship I am going to join,” I exclaimed; “didn’t Captain Collyer tell you?”

“No, he has not as yet communicated that important matter to me,” answered Mr. Jonathan Johnson, twisting his huge nose in a comical way. “But give us your flipper, my hearty—we are to be shipmates it seems. I like you for your dauntless tongue; if you’ve a spirit to match, you’ll do, and I promise you that you shall some day hear what you shall hear.”

The coach stopped at the George. A seaman, who announced himself as Sam Edkins, Captain Collyer’s coxswain, came up, and touching his hat respectfully to Mr. Johnson, helped me off the coach.

“Well, Edkins, have all the officers joined yet?” asked the boatswain.

“All but the second lieutenant; he’s expected aboard to-day, sir,” was the answer.

“What’s his name, Edkins? I hope he’s not a King’s hard bargain, like some lieutenants I have fallen in with within the last hundred years,” said Mr. Johnson.

“No, sir; he’s no hard bargain,” answered Edkins. “I heard the captain say his name is Bryan, the same officer who, with twenty hands, cut out a French brig of seven guns and ninety men the other day in the West Indies.”

“All right; he’ll do for us,” observed Mr. Johnson, with a patronising air. “By the bye, Edkins, have you received any directions about this boy?”

“No, sir; only that he was to go aboard at once.”

“Very well, then, I’ll take him. Come, youngster—what’s your name?”

“Please, sir, it be Tobias Bluff; but I be called Toby most times,” answered my young follower, evidently awe-struck with the manner and appearance of Mr. Johnson. Not an inch did he move, however, from my side.

“Come along, boy,” cried the boatswain in a thundering tone which might have been heard half down the High Street.

“Noa,” said Toby, looking up undauntedly at him; “I has a said I’d stick to the young squire, and I’ll no budge from his side, no, not if you bellows louder than Farmer Dobbs’s big bull.”

Never had the boatswain been thus bearded by a ship’s boy. His black eyes flashed fire—his nose grew redder than ever, and seizing him by the collar of his jacket, he would have carried him off in his talons, as an eagle does a leveret, had not Edkins and I interfered.

“You see, Mr. Johnson, the boy has the hay-seed in his hair, and doesn’t know who you are, or anything about naval discipline,” observed the coxswain. “If you’d let him stay with the young gentleman, I’ll just put him up to a thing or two, and bring him aboard by and by.”

Mr. Johnson, who was really not an ill-natured man, agreed to this, remarking, “Mind, boy, the king is a great man ashore, but I’m a greater afloat—ho, ho, ho,” and away he walked down the street to the Point.

The passenger who had had the box seat was standing near all the time. “He’ll find that there’s a greater man than he is on board, if he overstays his leave,” I heard him remark, with a laugh, as he entered the inn.

He was a slight active young man, with a pleasant countenance.

“That’s our second lieutenant, Mr. Bryan,” said Edkins to me. “I saw his name on his portmanteau. He must have thought the boatswain a rum ’un.”

Captain Collyer’s tailor lived close at hand, so I went there at once, and he promised to have a suit ready for me by the following morning.

Edkins told me I was to dine with the captain at the George, and to sleep there. He proposed that we should walk about in the interval, and I employed part of the time in comforting Toby, persuading him to accompany the coxswain on board the frigate without me.

We had just got outside the Southsea-gate, when, passing a fruit-stall, I saw a little boy, while the old woman who kept the stall was looking another way, surreptitiously abstract several apples and make off with them. She turned at the moment and observed the deed.

“Come back, ye little thieving spalpeen,” she cried angrily, rising and making sail in chase. She was very stout, and filled out with petticoats on either side. The wind was very strong from the south-west, and, knowing that it is easier to sail with a fair wind than a foul, off darted the little boy before it over Southsea common. He, however, compared to the old lady, was like a brig to a seventy-four, with the studding sails set alow and aloft, and she, with her wide expanded figure propelled onward, was rapidly gaining on the apple-loving culprit. She would have caught him to a certainty. Toby and I and Edkins ran on to see the result. An old admiral (so Edkins told me he was), taking his constitutional, stopped, highly enjoying the fun. He observed the cause of old Molly’s rapid progress. His sympathies were excited for the urchin.

“Try her on a wind, boy; try her on a wind,” he shouted, giving way to his feelings in loud laughter.

The boy took the hint, and coming about darted off to the westward. Molly attempted to follow, but her breath failed her; the hitherto favouring gale blew her back, and with anathemas on the head of the culprit, she gave up the pursuit, and returned panting to her stall.

“There’s the price of your apples, Molly,” said the admiral, as he passed, handing her a sixpence. “You have gained it for the fun you have afforded me.”

“That ’ere little chap will come to the gallows some day, if he goes on like that,” was the comment made by Toby.

“That’s true, boy,” observed Edkins. “People are apt to forget, if they are amused, whether a thing is right or wrong; white’s white, and black’s black, whatever you choose to call them.”

I felt very sure, from what I saw of Edkins, that he would take good care of Toby. He left me at the George. The captain came at last. He was a broad-shouldered, thick-set man, not very tall, but with fair hair and a most pleasant expression of countenance. Frank, honest, and kind-hearted I was certain he was. He reminded me of my father, except that the squire had a fresh and he had a thoroughly saltwater look about him. We were joined at dinner by several officers, and among others by my fellow-passenger, who proved, as Edkins suspected, to be Mr. Bryan, the second lieutenant of the Doris. He amused the company very much by an account of Mr. Johnson’s conversation with me.

“He is a very extraordinary fellow, that,” said the captain. “He is a first-rate seaman, and thoroughly trustworthy in all professional matters; but I never met his equal for drawing the long bow. I knew him when I was a lieutenant, and could listen to his yarns.”

The party laughed heartily at my account of the old applewoman and the little boy, and I felt wonderfully at my ease among so many big-wigs, and began to fancy myself a personage of no small importance. After dinner, however, Mr. Bryan called me aside. “I must give you a piece of advice, youngster. I overheard your contest of wit with the boatswain, and I remarked the way you spoke to your superior officers at dinner. You are now in plain clothes, and the Captain’s guest, but do not presume on their present freedom. You will find the drawing-room and the quarter-deck very different places. Sharpness and wit are very well at times, but modesty is never out of place.” I thanked Mr. Bryan, and promised to remember his advice.

The next day, with the assistance of the tailor, I got into my uniform, and, after I had had a little time to admire myself, and to wish that my mother and sisters could see me, Edkins appeared to take me and my traps on board. The frigate had gone out to Spithead, where one of England’s proud fleets was collected. The gig was waiting at the point. I stepped into her with as much dignity as I could command and we pulled out of the harbour. When we got into the tide-way the boat began to bob about a good deal. I felt very queer. “Edkins, is this what you call a storm?” I asked, wishing the boat would be quiet again.

“Yes, in a wash-tub, Mister Merry. As like a storm as a tom-tit is to an albatross,” he answered.

My astonishment at finding myself among the line-of-battle ships at Spithead was very great. What huge floating castles they appeared—what crowds of human beings there were on board, swarming in every direction, like ants round their nest. In a few moments a wonderful expansion of my ideas took place. Even our tight little frigate, as I had heard her called, looked an enormous monster when we pulled alongside, and the shrill whistle and stentorian voice of the boatswain sounded in my ears as if the creature was warning us to keep off, and I thought, if it began to move, that we should, to a certainty, be crushed. However, I managed to climb up the side, and as I saw Edkins touch his hat to a tall thin gentleman in uniform, with a spy-glass under his arm, and say, “Come aboard, sir;” I touched mine, and said, “Come aboard, sir.”

“All right,” said Edkins, as he passed me. “This is the first-lieutenant.”

He did not take much notice of me; but soon afterwards Mr. Bryan appeared and shook hands with me, and told him that I was a new midshipman, a friend of the captain’s, and was very kind; and after a little time he called another midshipman, and desired him to take me down to the berth and to introduce me to our messmates. My conductor was a gaunt, red-haired lad, who had shoved his legs and arms too far into his trousers and jacket. He did not seem well-pleased with the duty imposed on him. I followed him down one flight of steps, when I saw huge cannon on either side, and then down another into almost total darkness; and though he seemed to find his way very well, I had no little difficulty in seeing where he was going. He stopped once and said, “What’s your name, youngster?” I told him, and turning to the right he caught me by the collar and shoved me through a door among a number of young men and boys, exclaiming, in a croaking voice, “Here’s Master Marmaduke Merry come to be one of us; treat him kindly for his mother’s sake.”

Having thus satisfactorily fulfilled his mission he disappeared.

“Sit down, boy, and make yourself at home,” said an oldish man with grey hair, from the other end of the table.

“Thank you, as soon as I can see where to sit,” said I; “but you don’t indulge in an over-abundance of light down here.”

“Ha, ha, ha! Make room for Marmaduke, some of you youngsters there,” exclaimed the old mate, for such I found he was, and caterer of the mess, “Remember your manners, will you, and be polite to strangers.”

“But he is not a stranger,” said a boy near me. “Yes, he is, till he has broken biscuit with us,” said old Perigal. “That reminds me that you are perhaps hungry, youngster. We’ve done tea, but we shall have the grog and the bread on the table shortly. We divide them equally. You youngsters have as much to eat as you like of the one, weevils and all, and we drink of the other. It’s the rule of the mess, like the laws of the Medes and Persians, not to be broken. However, we will allow Merry a small quantity to-night, as it is his first on board ship, but after that, remember, no infraction of the laws;” and old Perigal held up a weapon which he drew from his pocket, and with which, I found, he was wont to enforce his commands in the berth.

His system worked pretty well, and it kept the youngsters from falling into that most pernicious of practices, spirit drinking, and the oldsters were too well seasoned to be injured by the double allowance they thereby obtained.

Altogether I was pleased with my reception, and I fancy my new shipmates were pleased with me. My great difficulty at first was finding my way about, for as to which was the head or after part of the ship I had not the slightest notion, and the direction I received to go aft or go forward conveyed no idea to my mind.

As I was groping my way about the lower-deck, I saw what I took to be a glimmering light in a recess, when a roaring voice said, “Ho, ho! Mr. Merry, what—have you come to see me? Welcome aboard the Doris.” The light was the nose, and the voice that of Jonathan Johnson the boatswain.

I thanked him, and, guessing it would please him, told him that I should hold him to his promise of recounting his adventures.

“Time enough when we get into blue water, Mr. Merry. Under present circumstances, with every thing to do, and nobody fit to do it but myself; for you see, Mr. Merry, the gunner and carpenter are little better than nonentities, as you will find out some day; I have barely time to eat my necessary meals, much less to talk.”

I told him that I should anxiously look forward to a fitting time for the expected treat, and asked him where I could find Toby Bluff.

“You shall see him in a jiffy,” he answered; and he bellowed out, “Boy Bluff! Boy Bluff! send aft boy Bluff!”

The same words were repeated in various hoarse tones, and in less than a minute Toby came running up. He had had the advantage of a day’s experience on board, and had wonderfully soon got into the ways of the ship.

When he saw me he shouted with joy.

“I did think, Master Marmaduke, you never would a coome,” he exclaimed. “But it’s all right now, and my—what a strange place this bees. Not a bit like the Hall, though there’s plenty o’ beef here for dinner, but it’s main tough, and the bread for all the world’s like old tiles.”

“Be thankful you haven’t to live on grind-stones and marlin-spikes, as I once had for a whole month, with nothing but bilge-water to wash ’em down,” growled out the boatswain, who heard the observation.

As he told me that he had not time to talk, I did not ask him how this had happened.

I might prolong indefinitely my account of my first days on board ship. I gradually found myself more and more at home, till I began to fancy that I must be of some use on board. No one could be kinder than was Captain Collyer, and he was constantly employing me in a variety of ways in which he thought I could be trusted. One day he sent for me, and giving me a letter, ordered me to take it on board the flagship, and to deliver it in person to Captain Bumpus, the flag-captain. I knew Captain Bumpus, because he had been one of our dinner party at the George, and I remembered that he had laughed complacently at my stories. He was, however, very pompous, not a little conceited, and a great dandy, and I cannot say that I had felt any great respect for him.

We had discussed him in the berth, and the opinion was that he was sweet on one of the admiral’s daughters. At all events he was a bachelor, and having lately made some prize-money, he was supposed to be looking out for a wife to help him to spend it. Moreover it was whispered that he wore a wig, but this he strenuously denied, being very fond of talking of the necessity he was under of having to go and get his hair cut, till it became a common remark that though Captain Bumpus got his hair cut oftener than any one else, it never appeared shorter.

I stepped into the second gig, and as Edkins went with me to steer the boat, I had no difficulty in getting alongside the flagship. As we pulled under the stern, I saw several ladies looking out from a stern gallery, which Edkins told me belonged to the admiral’s cabin. I found my way on deck, and touching my hat to the mate of the deck, announced my errand.

“Come, I’ll show you,” he said, seeing that I hesitated which way to turn, and he led me up first to one deck and then to another, and then he pointed to a door at which a sentry was standing, and told me to go in there. I found four or five officers in the after-cabin waiting to see Captain Bumpus, who was dressing, I collected from their conversation.

Presently a frizzled out Frenchman, the very cut of a stage barber (a refugee, I heard afterwards), entered the cabin with a freshly dressed wig on a block.

“Monsieur de Captain tell me to bring his vig and put it in his cabin. I do so vid your permission, gentlemen,” he observed, as he placed it on the table, and with a profound bow took his departure.

The story went that Captain Bumpus, who was fond of good living, had only lately fallen in with poor Pierre Grenouille, and had concluded a bargain on which he prided himself exceedingly. Ostensibly Pierre was engaged to dress his dinners, but privately to dress his hair, or rather his wigs.

There was a general titter among the officers, in which I heartily joined.

Suddenly, before we had time to compose our features, a door on one side opened, and Captain Bumpus appeared in full rig, with his sword under his arm, and his cocked hat in hand, looking self-satisfied in the extreme. He started when he saw the wig block and wig, the fac-simile of the one he wore on his head.

“What’s that?” he exclaimed in a voice hoarse with rage. “Who put it there?”

No one answered, and dashing down his hat, he seized the wig block and wig, and with an exclamation of anger threw them overboard.

“Now, gentlemen,” he said, turning round and attempting to be calm, “what is it you have to say? Really this incident may seem ridiculous,” he added, seeing that there was still a suppressed titter going on, “but I detest the sight of a wig block since—you know that Highland tragedy—”

“A man overboard! a man overboard!” was heard resounding in gruff voices from above.

“Oh, poor man, he will be drowned, he will be drowned,” came in a sharper treble from the admiral’s cabin.

I heard the shrill pipe of the boatswain’s mate as boats were being lowered, and at that instant into the cabin rushed the French barber, wringing his hands in a frantic state, and exclaiming, “Oh, Captain, your beautiful vig, your beautiful vig, it vill all be spoilt, it vill all be spoilt.”

“My wig!” shouted Captain Bumpus, in a voice of thunder. “My wig, you anatomy, you mendacious inventor of outrageous impossibilities. Begone out of the cabin, out of the ship, overboard with you, the instant dinner is served!” And he gave the unhappy barber a kick which sent him flying across the after-cabin, through the door of the outer one, against the sentry, who was knocked over, and soldier and barber lay floundering and kicking, and bawling and swearing in their native dialects, amid the laughter of the officers, who ran to see what had become of the little man, and the shouts of the men who were outside.

Meantime the tide was running strong, and the wig block drifted past the other ships of the fleet, from all of which boats instantly put off in chase. They were all assembled round the fatal block, and the bowman of one, more fortunate than the rest, had got hold of it, and held it up amid shouts of laughter, when a boat from the flagship arrived and claimed the prize.

As the boat returned and pulled up astern, the admiral shouted out, “Have you got the poor fellow?”

“It wasn’t a man, sir; it was only the captain’s wig, sir,” was the answer.

“The captain’s what?” cried the admiral.

“Captain Bumpus’s wig,” shouted the bowman, as he held it up for inspection.

“Come aboard with it, then,” answered the admiral, roaring with laughter, for he richly enjoyed a joke.

I heard a merry giggle in the stern gallery. Captain Bumpus turned pale with rage and mortified vanity. I delivered my despatch, to which he said he would send an answer. The next day it was reported that he had resigned his commission and gone on shore. He could not bear the idea that the whole fleet should have discovered he wore a wig.