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I need hardly say in what quarter of the ship this biting morsel of
cock-pit satire was concocted, nor indeed who wrote it, for there was
no one but our good Daddy who was equal to such a flight. About
midnight, an urchin—who shall be nameless—was thrust out of one
of the after-ports of the lower deck, from which he clambered up to
the marine officer’s port, and the sash happening to have been
lowered down on the gun, the epigram, copied by another of the
youngsters, was pitched into the soldier’s basin.
The wisest thing would have been for the officers to have said
nothing about the matter, and let it blow by. But angry people are
seldom judicious—so they made a formal complaint to the captain,
who, to do him justice, was not a little puzzled how to settle the affair.
The reputed author, however, was called up, and the captain said to
him—
“Pray, sir, are you the writer of these lines?”
“I am, sir,” he replied, after a little consideration.
“Then—all I can say is,” remarked the captain, “they are clever
enough, in their way—but take my advice, and write no more such
verses.”
So the affair ended. The satirist took the captain’s hint in good
part, and confined his pen to topics below the surface of the water.
As in the course of a few months the war broke out, there was no
longer time for such nonsense, and our generous protector, old
Daddy, some time after this affair of Shakings took place, was sent
off to Halifax, in charge of a prize. His orders were, if possible, to
rejoin his own ship, the Leander, then lying at the entrance of New
York harbour, just within Sandy Hook light-house.
Our good old friend, accordingly, having completed his mission,
and delivered his prize to the authorities at Halifax, took his passage
in the British packet sailing from thence to the port in which we lay.
As this ship sailed past us, on her way to the city of New York, we
ascertained, to our great joy, that our excellent Daddy was actually
on board of her. Some hours afterwards, the pilot-boat was seen
coming to us, and, though it was in the middle of the night, all the
younger mids came hastily on deck to welcome their worthy
messmate back again to his ship.
It was late in October, and the wind blew fresh from the north-
westward, so that the ship, riding to the ebb, had her head directed
towards the Narrows, between Staten Land and Long Island:
consequently, the pilot-boat,—one of those beautiful vessels so well
known to every visitor of the American coast,—came flying down
upon us, with the wind nearly right aft. Our joyous party were all
assembled on the quarter-deck, looking anxiously at the boat as she
swept past us. She then luffed round, in order to sheer alongside, at
which moment the main-sail jibed, as was to be expected. It was
obvious, however, that something more had taken place than the
pilot had looked for, since the boat, instead of ranging up to us, was
brought right round on her heel, and went off again upon a wind on
the other tack. The tide carried her out of sight for a few minutes, but
she was soon alongside, when we learned, to our inexpressible grief
and consternation, that, on the main-boom of the pilot-boat swinging
over, it had accidentally struck our poor friend, and pitched him
headlong overboard. Being encumbered with his great-coat, the
pockets of which, as we afterwards learned, were loaded with his
young companions’ letters, brought from England by this packet, he
in vain struggled to catch hold of the boat, and then sunk to rise no
more!
CHAPTER VI.
DIVERSITIES IN DISCIPLINE.