The Battle and the Breeze Part 6

When Nelson perceived the position of the enemy, his fertile and active mind at once evolved a characteristic course of action. Where there was room, he said, for an enemy's ship to swing, there was room for one of his to anchor. He therefore at once formed the plan of doubling on the French ships, stationing one of his ships on the bow and another on the quarter of each of the enemy.

Nelson immediately explained his intended course to his officers. It had been his custom during the whole time he was engaged in searching for the French fleet, to have his captains as frequently as possible on board the _Vanguard_, when he explained to them his opinions as to the best mode of attack in all the various positions in which it was possible or probable that the enemy might be found. Hence they knew their commander's tactics so well, that when the hour for action arrived, no time was lost in the tedious operation of signalling orders.

He had such confidence in all his officers, that after thoroughly explaining his intended plan of attack, he merely said to them, "Form as is most convenient for mutual support, and anchor by the stern. First gain the victory, and then make the best use of it you can."

When Captain Berry, perceiving the boldness of the plan, said, "If we succeed, what will the world say?" Nelson replied, "There is no _if_ in the case; that we shall succeed is certain: who may live to tell the story is a very different question!"

Nelson possessed in an eminent degree the power of infusing into his men the irresistible confidence that animated his own bosom. There was probably not a man in the British fleet who did not sail into Aboukir Bay on that memorable day with a feeling of certainty that the battle was as good as gained before it was begun. The cool, quiet, self-possessed manner in which the British tars went to work at the beginning must have been very impressive to the enemy; for, as they advanced, they did not even condescend to fire a shot in reply to the storm of shot and sh.e.l.l to which the leading ships were treated by the batteries on an island in the bay, and by the broadsides of the whole French fleet at half gunshot-range, the men being too busily engaged in furling the sails aloft, attending to the braces below, and preparing to cast anchor!

Nelson's fleet did not all enter the bay at once, but each vessel lost no time in taking up position as it arrived; and as, one after another, they bore down on the enemy, anch.o.r.ed close alongside, and opened fire, the thunder of the French fleet was quickly and increasingly augmented by the British, until the full tide of battle was reached, and the sh.o.r.es of Egypt trembled under the incessant rolling roar of dreadful war; while sheets of flame shot forth and rent the thick clouds which enwrapped the contending fleets, and hung inc.u.mbent over the bay.

An attempt was made by a French brig to decoy the English ships towards a shoal before they entered Aboukir Bay, but it failed because Nelson either knew the danger or saw through the device.

It seemed as if the _Zealous_ (Captain Hood) was to have the honour of commencing the action, but Captain Foley pa.s.sed her in the _Goliath_, and successfully accomplished that feat which the French had deemed impossible, and had done their best to guard against. Instead of attacking the leading ship--the _Guerrier_--outside, he sailed round her bows, pa.s.sed between her and the sh.o.r.e, and cast anchor. Before he could bring up, however, he had drifted down to the second ship of the enemy's line--the _Conquerant_--and opened fire. It had been rightly conjectured that the landward guns of the enemy would not be manned, or even ready for action. The _Goliath_, therefore, made short and sharp work of her foe. In ten minutes the masts of the _Conquerant_ were shot away! The _Zealous_ was laid alongside the _Guerrier_, and in twelve minutes that vessel was totally disabled. Next came the _Orion_ (Sir J.

Saumarez), which went into action in splendid style. Perceiving that a frigate lying farther insh.o.r.e was annoying the _Goliath_, she sailed towards her, giving the _Guerrier_ a taste of her larboard guns as long as they would bear upon her, then dismasted and sunk the frigate, hauled round towards the French line, and anchoring between the _Franklin_ and the _Souverain Peuple_, received and returned the fire of both.

In like manner the _Audacious_ (Captain Gould) justified her name by attacking the _Guerrier_ and _Conquerant_ at once, and, when the latter struck pa.s.sed on to the _Souverain Peuple_.

The unfortunate _Guerrier_ was also worthy of her t.i.tle, for she bore the brunt of the battle. Every ship that pa.s.sed her appeared to deem it a duty to give her a broadside before settling down to its particular place in the line, and finding its own special antagonist or antagonists--for several of the English ships engaged two of the enemy at once. The _Theseus_ (Captain Miller), after bringing down the main and mizzen-masts of the _Guerrier_, anch.o.r.ed inside the _Spartiate_ and engaged her.

Meanwhile, on the other side of this vessel, Nelson's ship, the _Vanguard_, bore down on the foe with six flags flying in different parts of the rigging, to guard against the possibility of his colours being shot away! She opened a tremendous fire on the _Spartiate_ at half pistol-range. The muscular British tars wrought with heroic energy at the guns. In a few minutes six of these guns, which stood on the fore-part of the _Vanguard's_ deck, were left without a man, and three times afterwards were these six guns cleared of men--so terrific was the fire of the enemy.

Other four of the British vessels sailed ahead of the _Vanguard_ and got into action. One of these--the _Bellerophon_ (Captain Darby)--engaged the gigantic _L'Orient_, which was so disproportionately large that the weight of ball from her lower deck alone exceeded that from the whole broadside of her a.s.sailant. The result was that the _Bellerophon_ was overpowered, 200 of her men were killed or wounded, all her masts and cables were shot away, and she drifted out of the line. Her place, however, was taken by the _Swiftsure_, which not only a.s.sailed the _L'Orient_ on the bow, but at the same time opened a steady fire on the quarter of the _Franklin_.

Before this time, however, the shades of night had fallen on the scene.

The battle began at half-past six in the evening--half-an-hour afterwards daylight was gone, and the deadly fight was lighted only by the lurid and fitful flashing of the guns.

Those vessels of the English squadron which happened to be in rear were some leagues astern when the fight began, and it was so dark when they entered that extreme difficulty was experienced in getting in. One of these--the _Culloden_ (Captain Trowbridge)--sounded carefully as she went, but got aground, where she remained helpless during the action, despite the efforts of the _Leander_ and _La Mutine_ brig to get her off. She served, however, as a beacon to the _Alexander_ and _Swiftsure_.

The latter ship, on entering the bay, fell in with the drifting and disabled _Bellerophon_, which was at first supposed to be one of the enemy, because she did not show the signal ordered by Nelson to be hoisted by his ships at the mizzen peak. This arose, of course, from the masts having been shot away. Captain Hallowell wisely refrained from firing on her, saying that, if she was an enemy, she was too much disabled to escape. He pa.s.sed on, therefore, and, as we have said, took the station and the duty from which the other had been driven.

The huge _L'Orient_ was now surrounded. Captain Ball, in the _Alexander_, anch.o.r.ed on her larboard quarter, and, besides raking her with his guns, kept up a steady fire of musketry on her decks. Captain Thomson also, in the _Leander_, took up such a position that he could fire into her and the _Franklin_ at the same time.

Standing in the midst of death and destruction, the hero of the Nile did not escape scathless. He remained unhurt, however, until he knew that victory was certain. The first and second ships of the enemy's line were disabled, as we have said, at the commencement of the action, and the third, fourth, and fifth were taken between eight and nine; so that Nelson could not have much, if any, doubt as to the issue of the battle.

Suddenly he received a wound on the head from a piece of langridge shot, and fell into the arms of Captain Berry. A large flap of skin was cut from the bone and fell over his sound eye,--the other having been lost in a previous engagement. The flow of blood was very great, and, being thus totally blinded, he thought that he had received a mortal wound.

He was immediately carried down to the c.o.c.kpit.

The c.o.c.kpit of a man-of-war lies in that part of the ship which is below water, and is never visited by the light of day. Being safe also from the visitation of shot or sh.e.l.l, it has been selected as the place to which the wounded are conveyed during an action to have their wounds dressed and limbs amputated by the surgeons--whose hands at such seasons are, as may easily be supposed, much too full. No pen can describe adequately the horrors of that dimly-lighted place, with its flickering lights, glittering knives, b.l.o.o.d.y tables and decks, and mangled men, whose groans of agony burst forth in spite of their utmost efforts to repress them. Here, in the midst of dead, dying, and suffering men, the great Admiral sat down to wait his turn.

The surgeon was engaged in dressing the wounds of a sailor when he was brought down. On learning who it was that required his services, he quitted the man who was under his hands. "No," said Nelson, refusing his proffered a.s.sistance, "no; I will take my turn with my brave fellows." Accordingly, there he remained, persistently refusing aid, until every man who had been previously wounded had been attended to!

When his turn came, it was found that his wound was merely superficial and heartfelt was the joy expressed by the wounded men and the crew of the _Vanguard_ when this was made known.

But before this had been ascertained, and while he believed himself to be dying, Nelson called the chaplain, and gave him his last remembrance to Lady Nelson, appointed a successor to Captain Berry, who was to go to England with the news of the victory, and made other arrangements in antic.i.p.ation of his death. But his hour had not yet come. When the surgeon p.r.o.nounced his hurt to be superficial, he refused to take the rest which was recommended, and at once sent for his secretary to write despatches.

While he was thus engaged, a cry was heard which rose above the din of battle, proclaiming that the _L'Orient_ was on fire. In the confusion that followed, Nelson found his way upon deck una.s.sisted, and, to the astonishment of every one, appeared on the quarter-deck, and gave orders to lower the boats, and send relief to the enemy.

But before describing the scene that followed, we shall turn aside for a little to watch more closely the proceedings of Captain Westcott in the _Majestic_, and the personal deeds of Bill Bowls and his messmates.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

BATTLE OF THE NILE--CONTINUED.

The _Majestic_ was one of the four ships which sailed into action in the wake of the Admiral. Our hero, Bill Bowls, and his friend Ben Bolter, were stationed at one of the guns on the larboard side of the main deck.

Flinders stood near them. Everything was prepared for action. The guns were loaded, the men, stripped to the waist, stood ready, and the matches were lighted, but as yet no order had been given to fire. The men on the larboard side of the ship stood gazing anxiously through the portholes at the furious strife in which they were about to engage.

"Ah, then! but it's hot work is goin' on," said Flinders, turning to Ben Bolter just after a crash of artillery somewhat louder than usual.

"It's hotter work ye'll see soon, when the Admiral gits into action,"

said Ben.

"True for ye," answered Flinders; "he's a broth of a boy for fightin'.

It's an Irishman he should have been born. Hooroo, my hearties! look out!"

This latter exclamation was drawn forth by the crashing of a stray shot, which entered the ship close to the spot where they stood, and pa.s.sed out on the starboard side, sending splinters of wood flying in all directions, without hurting any one.

"There goes the first!" said Bill Bowls, looking up at the ragged hole that was left.

"Faix, but it's not the last!" cried Flinders, as another stray shot hit the ship, wounding one of the men, and sending a splinter so close past the Irishman that it grazed his cheek. "Hooroo, boys! come on, the more the merrier! Sure it's death or victory we'll be havin' in half-an-hour."

At this moment of intense excitement and expectation, when every man's nerves tingled to be called into vigorous action, Ben Bolter saw fit to give Flinders a lecture.

"Ye shouldn't ought to speak misrespectful of death, boy," said he gravely. "He's a rough customer when he gits hold of 'e, an' is sartin sure to have the upper hand. It's my opinion that he'll pay this ship a pretty stiff visit to-night, so you'd better treat him with respect, an'

belay yer jokin'--of which yer countrymen are over fond."

To this Flinders listened with a humorous expression about the corners of his eyes, while he stroked his chin, and awaited a pause in order to make a suitable reply, but an exclamation from Bill Bowls changed the subject abruptly.

"Ho! boys," he cried, "there goes the Admiral."

A tremendous crash followed his words, and the _Vanguard_ was seen to pour a broadside into the _Spartiate_--as before related.

The men of the _Majestic_ gazed eagerly at the Admiral's ship, which was almost enveloped in thick smoke as they pa.s.sed ahead, but an order from Captain Westcott to be ready for action called the attention of every man on his duty. Whatever might have been, at that moment, the thoughts of the hundreds of men on board the _Majestic_, the whole soul and body of every man appeared to be concentrated on his own gun, as he awaited in stern silence the order to act.

It came at last, but somewhat differently from what had been expected.

A sudden and peculiar motion was felt in the ship, and it was found that she had got entangled with the main rigging of one of the French vessels astern of the _L'Orient_. Instantly men were sent aloft to cut clear, but before this could be accomplished a perfect storm of shot and sh.e.l.l was sent into them from the towering sides of the three-decker. Men fell on all sides before they had an opportunity of firing a shot; again and again the crushing shower of metal came; spars and masts fell; the rigging was cut up terribly, and in a short time the _Majestic_ would certainly have been sunk had she not fortunately managed to swing clear.

A moment afterwards Captain Westcott, finding himself close alongside the _Heureux_--the ninth ship of the enemy's line--gave the word to open fire, and Bill Bowls had at last the satisfaction of being allowed to apply a light to the touch-hole of his gun. Seventy-four men had for some time past felt their fingers itching with an almost irresistible desire to do this, and now upwards of thirty of them were allowed to gratify their wish. Instantly the good ship received a shock that caused her to quiver from the trucks to the keel, as her broadside went crashing into the _Heureux_.

No longer was there impatient inaction on board the _Majestic_, for not only did the _Heureux_ reply vigorously, but the _Tonnant_--the eighth of the enemy's line--opened fire on their other side. The _Majestic_ therefore fought on both sides. Throughout the whole ship the stalwart, half-naked men heaved at the huge guns. Everywhere, from stem to stern, was exhibited in full swing the active processes of sponging out, pa.s.sing along powder and ball, ramming home the charges, running out, working the handspikes, stepping aside to avoid the recoil--and the whole operation of working the guns, as only British seamen know how to work them! All this was done in the midst of smoke, flame, crashing shot, and flying splinters, while the decks were slippery with human blood, and strewn with dead men, from amongst whom the wounded were raised as tenderly as the desperate circ.u.mstances in which they were placed would admit of, and carried below. Many of those who were thus raised never reached the c.o.c.kpit, but again fell, along with those who bore them.

One of the men at the gun where Bill Bowls was at work was in the act of handing a round shot to Bill, when a ball entered the port-hole and hit him on the head, scattering his brains over the gun. Bill sprang forward to catch him in his arms, but slipped on the b.l.o.o.d.y deck and fell. That fall saved his life, for at the same moment a musket ball entered the port and pa.s.sed close over his head, shattering the arm of a poor boy--one of those brave little fellows called powder-monkeys--who was in the act of carrying a cartridge to Ben Bolter. Ben could not delay the loading of the piece to a.s.sist the little fellow, who used his remaining strength to stagger forward and deliver the cartridge before he fell, but he shouted hastily to a pa.s.sing shipmate--

"Here, Davis, carry this poor little chap to the c.o.c.kpit."

Davis turned and took the boy in his arms. He had almost reached the main hatchway when a sh.e.l.l entered the ship and burst close to him. One fragment killed the boy, and another almost cut Davis in two. They fell and died together.

For a long time this terrible firing at short range went on, and many men fell on both sides. Among others, Captain Westcott was killed. He was the only captain who fell in that battle, and was one who, had his life been spared, would certainly have risen to the highest rank in the service. He had "risen from the ranks," having been the son of a baker in Devonshire, and gained the honourable station in which he lost his life solely through his conspicuous abilities and courage.