Wild Life in the Land of the Giants Part 6

"The flag that braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze--"

to sail the seas, to hear great guns firing, to attack ships and forts, and do all kinds of gallant deeds for our own glory and our country's good--this const.i.tuted our notions of life as it ought to be led.

We would have to pa.s.s, though. The examination, however, was not a stiff one. Jill and I were but little over ten, but thanks to auntie we knew most of the subjects already well, if not thoroughly.

Would we pa.s.s the doctor with flying colours? Well, we were hardy and healthy, though at that time of no extra physique. We must get stronger somehow. Auntie consulted the family doctor, she herself suggesting "dumb-bells." The doctor's reply was--"Fiddlesticks, madam, fiddlesticks,"--for doctors do not like other people, especially female-people, to put words in their mouths. But auntie was a little discomposed at the brusque mention of "fiddlesticks."

"What then would _you_ suggest, sir?" she said, pompously.

The doctor simply pointed with his forefinger first at the green hills and cliffs, then at the sea, took up his hat and marched out of the room, curtly bowing her "good morning" as he turned in the doorway.

Now, whom should we find in earnest confab with auntie next forenoon but Bill Moore, the ship keeper.

Jill and I at once beat a discreet retreat.

I must tell you a little more about Bill. He had not always been simply Bill Moore, but _Mr_ Moore. He had, first and foremost as a young man, taken honours in cla.s.sics and mathematics at a northern university, then gone straight "to the dogs"--so they said. When he in some measure recovered himself--war being then going on--he had joined the service (Royal Navy) as a man ready and willing to turn his hand to anything.

Well, they were not so particular in those days; they would not refuse bone and muscle in whatever shape it came, and Bill had been a handsome fellow in his day. He got on in the service, and though he soon became an A.B., and really preferred to be before the mast, he was rated schoolmaster for many years, but finally received an appointment as coast-guardsman, and latterly, as we know, keeper of the hulk, with a fairly good pension.

He took a great fancy for us, and as somehow or other auntie had an acute and undying aversion to public schools, when Mr Bill Moore proposed we should come to the hulk and be drilled by him physically and mentally, she felt greatly inclined to accede. Hence the present interview.

"Perhaps they might do better at a public school, Miss, than with me, but--"

"I won't hear of a public school," auntie cut in with, curtly.

"Well, Miss, we have a mast and ratlins on my old tub; I would take care they were well drilled and had plenty of exercise, my wife will look after their internal comforts, and I can insure their pa.s.sing their examinations in a year or two."

"And they would be out of harm's way," mused my aunt.

"We'll have strict discipline, Miss. They must not leave the ship without my permission."

"There would be no objection to your having the boys, I suppose?"

"I know the old admiral well, Miss; sailed with him for five long years, and blew the Russians about a bit. No, I went straight to him before I wrote to you."

"And what did he say?"

"'Do what you please with the old _Thunderbolt_,' he said, 'only don't set her on fire.' These are his words, Miss."

"Well, then, Mr Moore, I think you may consider the matter as settled.

The boys will not be far away, they will be under control and discipline, they will know something beforehand about ships, and they can come home, I suppose, now and then to go to church on a Sunday?"

"Oh yes, Miss, and I'm sure my wife and I will be delighted if you and dear Mattie will come and see us all regularly. We'll always call these our red-letter days."

Auntie smiled and promised. There is no doubt about it. Mr Bill Moore knew what ladies' hearts are made of.

So it was all arranged that very day, and in a fortnight after we started and took up our quarters on board the saucy _Thunderbolt_.

CHAPTER FIVE.

THE GALLANT "THUNDERBOLT"--TOM MORLEY, BO'S'N'S MATE--A STRANGE DREAM.

It would be hard to say, perhaps, why the gallant old _Thunderbolt_ was laid up as a hulk. She looked a fine old wooden frigate, and had seen a lot of service in her time. But the engines had been taken out of her, and away up the water she lay like a good many more, moored by the head to swing with the tide, or with any extra strong wind that blew. She was evidently considered too good to break up, and she might, the Admiralty thought, come in handy some day, and even require to be fitted out for sea again.

Meanwhile she would do as a store, or rather lumber ship. But at this time neither stores nor lumber either worth speaking about was on board of her.

She hardly made any water, though occasionally some hands came off from the dockyard and pumped her dry, with a deal of din and noise and no end of talking and chaffing. In fact the _Thunderbolt_ seemed to have been forgotten by the big human guns at Somerset House, and for that matter there was no real use in the bit stump of a lower mast that stuck out of her forward, nor the morsel of ratlin that led to it, unless to dry clothes upon. Her crew, all told, were an old bo's'n's mate and Mr Moore. We must call him _Mr_ Moore now, and forget the Bill.

Tom Morley was the bo's'n's name, a rugged old son of a gun as ever any one clapped eyes upon, with a face as rough and red as a boiled lobster, and a voice that would have brought down birds out of the air had he used it to its full extent. It was a harsh voice, however, and gave you the idea his air-tubes had been originally lined with emery paper, which had never worn quite smooth.

Such was Tom, a good-hearted old soul nevertheless, though with a sad predilection for tossing off cans. It will be seen, therefore, that he was a seaman of the old school--one that Dibdin would have delighted to portray. Yes, and he often made the decks of the saucy old _Thunderbolt_ ring with Dibdin's heroic ditties.

Although it might have been difficult to define which was the superior officer of this hulk, owing to the peculiar rating of Mr Moore, when he had served afloat, neither was jealous of the other: when Moore was out of the ship Morley was captain, and _vice versa_; when both were on board, why then both were captains. But, between ourselves, I do think _Mrs_ Moore herself was what the Yankees call "boss of the whole concarn." Anyhow, she did just as she pleased, and cooked and washed for the crew all-told, and hung up the clothes wherever she liked.

Attached to the hulk was a morsel of a dinghy boat not much bigger than Mrs Moore's washing tub, only differently shaped, in some slight degree at least.

We youngsters received a hearty welcome when we came off. Tom had put on his best coat for the occasion, and much to our delight met us in the gangway, saluting us in true naval fashion with as much dignity as if we had been admirals.

"Very glad to see you, young gentlemen," said Tom. "You are truly welcome on board the saucy _Thunderbolt_. And I a.s.sure you the sight of your youthful faces makes me think the old times has all come back again. I'd like to be taking up anchor now with a Yee-ho and Heave-O!"

Jill and I laughed and thought Tom very jolly.

"But I say, Captain Moore," he continued, turning to his shipmate, "how ever are we to tell these youngsters apart? Why, bother my old wig, if they ain't as like as two whalers, same rig, too, from top to bottom, same cut from jib to binnacle. I say, messmate, if I'd never seen 'em before and met 'em as I was coming out of the 'Jolly Tapsters' I'd think--I was only seein' one, though there appeared to be two."

"I'll make that all right, Tom," said Mrs Moore, coming up from below and taking charge of us right away.

And she did too, for when we appeared on deck an hour after, I wore a red ribbon round my straw hat, and Jill wore a blue, and Tom doffed his cap, and giving a shout that must have been heard on sh.o.r.e, hailed us at once as "Admiral Jack of the Red," and "Admiral Jill of the Blue."

We were simply delighted with our accommodation on board, and with everything on the old hulk fore and aft.

Of course we all lived aft, and dined in state together in the great cabin, where once a post captain had sat at meals or in council of war, and in which, probably, before now court-martials had been a.s.sembled and men tried for life itself.

Jill and I had a large cabin to ourselves on the starboard side of the "saloon," as it would be called in the merchant service, the Moorcs had theirs on the port side, and the bo's'n's mate occupied quarters in the ward-room on the deck beneath. Our cabin was furnished charmingly, but we each had a swinging cot, though they were in close juxtaposition.

There were curtains to the windows and doorways, and a carpet and pictures and all complete.

All day long we had different views of our surroundings from the ports below in our cabin, or from the ward-room. For according to the tide the old ship swung; now we would be looking down the harbour among ships, n.o.ble men-of-war and others, and away out seaward, again it would be the town or dockyard, and at other times the green country. Oh, it was very charming and so romantic, I can tell you.

In a day or two we commenced our studies in downright earnest, and a very pleasant and thorough teacher Mr Moore proved. But it was all forenoon work, and not all book work either. For twice a week or oftener we were told off to go round the ship with Tom, and he gave us the name of every part of her hull, and examined us on his lectures afterwards.

One day a sh.o.r.e boat brought alongside a full rigged ship nearly as long as a sofa, and this was hoisted carefully on deck and lowered below. It was, of course, a model man-o'-war, and old Tom set about next day putting it "ship-shape and Bristol fashion," as he called it. He thoroughly overhauled it, altering here, and adding there, cutting and criticising all the time. While he was doing this we were with him, listening to every word, and gained quite a deal of information about rigging, etc, in this way. It took Tom three weeks to refit his model ship and make her ready for sea, as he called it. Then--still having us alongside of him--he manned and provisioned her, taking in stores from little boats that he brought alongside on the deck. And though this was to a large degree dummy work, he would have the thing rightly done. No lugger or officer's boat either must come alongside in any save an orthodox fashion, and if in hauling up stores any hitch happened to the gearing, he would have it all put carefully to rights before another cask, or box, or shot, or sh.e.l.l was taken on board.

I think we worked with Tom in this way for three or four months, by which time we really began to consider ourselves proficient seamen and officers.

Nor was our exercise forgotten. This was also Tom's department, and he would have Jill and I squirming up and down the ratlins and over the top for an hour at a time. Or standing face to face with sword-sticks, going through, at the word of command, each cut and guard and quirk of the sword exercise. This we considered grand fun, but it was serious earnest with honest Tom.

"There ain't no nonsense about this sort of thing, young gentlemen," he would say. "I saw you laughing, Admiral Jack, and whatever _you_ does Admiral Jill does too. Now if it occurs again on duty I'll mast-head ye, so look out for squalls. 'Ttention! On guard! Point o' your sword a leetle higher, Admiral Jill. Shoulders more square, Admiral Jack.

That's better. Right toe a trifle more fore-and-aft. So. Steady as you go."

But as soon as duty, as Tom called it, was done, we were all as merry as Eton boys off on a summer holiday. We had all kinds of games on board, and plenty of rowing about on the water in that morsel of a dinghy, and were allowed to go on sh.o.r.e at any reasonable hour and for any reasonable time.