Mr. Midshipman Easy by Frederick Marryat (top 10 inspirational books txt) 📕
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“I shall be tried by a court-martial, by heavens!” exclaimed the boatswain -It’s not far from the sally-port: I’ll make a run for it, and I can slip into one of the boats and get another pair of trousers before I report myself as having come on board.” So making up his mind, the boatswain took to his heels, and with his check shirt tails streaming in the wind, ran as hard as he could to where the boat was waiting to receive him. He was encountered by many, but he only ran the faster the more they jeered, and, at last, arrived breathless at his goal, flew down the steps, jumped into the boat, and squatted on the stern sheets, much to the surprise of the officers and men, who thought him mad. He stated in a few words that somebody had stolen his trousers during the night; and as it was already late, the boat shoved off the men as well as officers convulsed with laughter.
“Have any of you a pea-Jacket?” inquired the boatswain of the men-but the weather was so warm that none of them had brought a pea-Jacket. The boatswain looked round; he perceived that the officers were sitting on a boat-cloak.
“Whose boat-cloak is that?” inquired the boatswain.
“Mine,” replied Gascoigne.
“I trust, Mr Gascoigne, you will have the kindness to lend it to me to go up the side with.”
“Indeed I will not,” replied Gascoigne, who would sooner have thrown it overboard and have lost it, than not beheld the anticipated fun: “recollect I asked you for a fishing-line, when we were becalmed off Cape St Vincent, and you sent word that you’d see me dead first. Now I’ll just see you the same before you have my boat-cloak.”
“Oh, Mr Gascoigne, I’ll give you three lines, directly I get on board.”
“I dare say you will, but that won’t do now. ‘Tit for tat,’ Mr Boatswain, and hang all favours,” replied Gascoigne, who was steering the boat, having been sent on shore for the others. “In borrowed of all.” The boat was laid alongside-the relentless Gascoigne caught up his boat-cloak as the other officers rose to go on board, and rolling it up, in spite of the earnest entreaties of Mr Biggs, tossed it into the main chains, to the man who had thrown the stem fast; and to make the situation of Mr Biggs still more deplorable, the first lieutenant was standing looking into the boat, and Captain Wilson walking the quarter-deck.
“Come, Mr Biggs, I expected you off in the first boat,” cried Mr Sawbridge; “be as smart as you please, for the yards are not yet squared.”
“Shall I go ahead in this boat, and square them, sir?”
“That boat! no; let her drop astern, jump up here and lower down the dinghy. What the devil do you sit there for, Mr Biggs?- you’ll oblige me by showing a little more activity, or, by Jove, you may save yourself the trouble of asking to go on shore again. Are you sober, sir?”
The last observation decided Mr Biggs. He sprung up from the boat just as he was, and touched his hat as he passed the first lieutenant.
Perfectly sober, sir, but I’ve lost my trousers.”
“So it appears, sir,” replied Mr Sawbridge, as Mr Biggs stood on the plane shear of the sloop where the hammock netting divides for an entrance, with his shirt tails fluttering in the sea breeze; but Mr Sawbridge could not contain himself any longer; he ran down the ship ladder which led on the quarter-deck, choked with laughter. Mr Biggs could not descend until after Mr Sawbridge, and the conversation had attracted the notice of all, and every eye in the ship was on him.
“What’s all this?” said Captain Wilson, coming to the gangway.
“Duty before decency,” replied Jack, who stood by enjoying the joke.
Mr Biggs recollected the day before-he cast a furious look at Jack, as he touched his hat to the captain, and then dived down to the lower deck.
If anything could add to the indignation of the boatswain, it was to find that his trousers had come on board before him. He now felt that a trick had been played him, and also that our hero must have been the party, but he could prove nothing; he could not say who slept in the same room, for he was fast asleep when Jack went to bed, and fast asleep when Jack quitted the room.
The truth of the story soon became known to all the ship, and “duty before decency’ became a bye-word. All that the boatswain could do he did, which was to revenge himself upon the poor boy-and Gascoigne and Jack never got any fishing-tackle. The boatswain was as obnoxious to the men as Vigors, and in consequence of Jack’s known opinions upon the rights of man, and his having floored their two greatest enemies, he became a great favourite with the seamen, and as all favourites are honoured by them with a soubriquet, our hero obtained that of Equality Jack.
In which our hero prefers going down to going up; a choice, it is to be hoped, he will reverse upon a more important occasion.
THE NEXT DAY being Sunday, the hands were turned up to divisions, and the weather not being favourable, instead of the service the articles of war were read with all due respect shown to the same, the captain, officers, and crew, with their hats off in a mizzling rain. Jack, who had been told by the captain that these articles of war were the rules and regulations of the service, by which the captain, officers, and men, were equally bound, listened to them as they were read by the clerk with the greatest attention. He little thought that there were about five hundred orders from the Admiralty tacked on to them, which, like the numerous codicils of some wills, contained the most important matter, and to a certain degree make the will nugatory.
Jack listened very attentively, and, as each article was propounded, felt that he was not likely to commit himself in that point, and, although he was rather astonished to find such a positive injunction against swearing considered quite a dead letter in the ship, he thought that, altogether, he saw his way very clear. But to make certain of it, as soon as the hands had been piped down he begged the clerk to let him have a copy of the articles.
Now the clerk had three, being the allowance of the ship, or at least all that he had in his possession, and made some demur at parting with one; but at last he proposed-“some rascal,” as he said, having stolen his tooth-brush-that if Jack would give him one he would give him one of the copies of the articles of war. Jack replied that the one he had in use was very much worn, and that unfortunately he had but one new one, which he could not spare. Thereupon the clerk, who was a very clean personage, and could not bear that his teeth should be dirty, agreed to accept the one in use, as Jack could not part with the other. The exchange was made, and Jack read the articles of war over and over again, till he thought he was fully master of them.
“Now,” says Jack, “I know what I am to do, and what I am to expect, and these articles of war I will carry in my pocket as long as I’m in the service; that is to say, if they last so long: and provided they do not, I am able to replace them with another old tooth-brush, which appears to be the value attached to them.”
The Harpy remained a fortnight in Gibraltar Bay, and Jack had occasionally a run on shore, and Mr Asper invariably went with him to keep him out of mischief; that is to say, he allowed him to throw his money away on no one more worthless than himself.
One morning Jack went down in the berth, and found young Gossett blubbering.
“What’s the matter, my dear Mr Gossett?” inquired Jack, who was just as polite to the youngster as he was to anybody else.
“Vigors has been thrashing me with a rope’s end,” replied Gossett, rubbing his arm and shoulders.
“What for?” inquired Jack.
“Because he says the service is going to hell-(I’m sure it’s no fault of mine)-and that now all subordination is destroyed, and that upstarts join the ship who, because they have a five-pound note in their pocket, are allowed to do just as they please. He said he was determined to uphold the service, and then he knocked me down-and when I got up again he told me that I could stand a little more-and then he took out his colt, and said he was determined to ride the high horse-and that there should be no Equality Jack in future.”
“Well,” replied Jack.
“And then he colted me for half an hour, and that’s all.”
“By de soul of my fader, but it all for true, Massa Easy-he larrup um, sure enough-all for noteing, bad luck to him-I tink,” continued Mesty, “he hab debelish bad memory-and he want a little more of Equality Jack.”
“And he shall have it too,” replied our hero; “why it’s against the articles of war, ‘all quarrelling, fighting, &c.’ I say, Mr Cossett, have you got the spirit of a louse?’
“Yes,” replied Cossett.
“Well, then, will you do what I tell you next time, and trust to me for protection?”
“I don’t care what I do,” replied the boy, “if you will back me against the cowardly tyrant?”
“Do you refer to me?” cried Vigors, who had stopped at the door of the berth.
“Say yes,” said Jack.
“Yes, I do,” cried Gossett.
“You do, do you?-well, then, my chick, I must trouble you with a little more of this,” said Vigors, drawing out his colt.
“I think that you had better not, Mr Vigors,” observed Jack.
“Mind your own business, if you please,” returned Vigors, not much liking the interference. “I am not addressing my conversation to you, and I will thank you never to interfere with me. I presume I have a right to choose my own acquaintance, and, depend upon it, it will not be that of a leveller.”
“All that is at your pleasure, Mr Vigors,” replied Jack; “you have a right to choose your own acquaintance, and so have I a right to choose my own friends, and, further, to support them. That lad is my friend, Mr Vigors.’
“Then,” replied Vigors, who could not help bullying even at the risk of another combat which he probably intended to stand, “I shall take the liberty of giving your friend a thrashing”; and he suited the action to the word.
“Then I shall take the liberty to defend my friend,” replied Jack; “and as you call me a leveller, I’ll try if I may not deserve the name” whereupon Jack placed a blow so well under the ear, that Mr Vigors dropped on the deck, and was not in a condition to come to the scratch, even if he had been inclined. “And now, youngster,” said Jack, wresting the colt out of Vigors’ hand, “do as I bid you-give him a good colting if you don’t I’ll thrash you.”
Gossett required no second threat;-the pleasure of thrashing his enemy, if only for once, was quite enough-and he laid well on. Jack with his
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