p. 98For Robert Lancaster soon discovered that the note of the Westmouth was to keep moving. If you worked, you worked hard; if you played, you played hard. School had no great demands upon him now, for being out of the Fourth Standard, it was required of him that he should attend but two hours on the Friday of every week; a boy might have assumed that with this dispensation one could look forward to a life of ease and content. Not so on board the Westmouth. Robert Lancaster was never allowed to be lazy. The life formed an exact opposite to those old days at Hoxton (several centuries ago it seemed to him), when the delight of life was to “mouch,” which, translated, is to wander through the years aimlessly. Robert made some vague suggestions of reform to his comrades, with the result that a boy from Poplar made up his mind to state a complaint formally on the first opportunity. The Poplar boy (numbered 290) had already written a brief account, which he had shown to Robert, entitled “The Mutiny on the Westmouth,” a forecast of a somewhat bloodthirsty character, where gore19 flowed readily, and exclamations20 of a melodramatic character were used, such as “Die, you dog!” and “At last we meet face to face!” but Robert criticized this with some acidity21, because in the course of it Number Two Ninety himself performed all the deeds of surpassing valour, using six Martini-Henry rifles and a field gun, at the same time doing desperate action with two cutlasses: the end of the account gave a gruesome description of the upper deck strewn with the bodies of officers, and of Number Two Ninety-being unanimously elected captain by his fellow mutineers. Robert said he thought the picture overdrawn22. Opportunity, however, occurred on some of the guardians from Poplar visiting the ship; one, a sharp clergyman, demanded to know of the Poplar boys whether they had any complaint to make.
“No, sir,” sang most of the Poplar boys. The mutineer’s arm went up.
“Ah!” said the clergyman gratified. “Here’s a lad now who has something to say.”
“Step forward, Two Ninety,” ordered the old captain. “Tell this gentleman what it is you wish to complain of. Is it the food?”
“Grub’s all right, sir,” growled23 the Poplar boy.
“Is it the uniform?” asked the sharp clergyman.
“No fault to find with the clothes, sir.”
“Is it the ship?”
“Ship’s good enough, sir.”
Robert Lancaster, passing with a pail, half stopped to hear what the Poplar boy would say under this process of exhaustion24.
“Well, well, what is the complaint you wish to make?”
Two Ninety from Poplar twisted his sailor’s cap nervously25, and looked with some interest at his shoes.
“Well, sir,” he burst out, “it’s like this. They always keep on making you keep on.”
Robert Lancaster, finding after a few weeks that his disinclination to continuous work and exercise had vanished, detached himself therefore from the small set on the Westmouth, called “The Born-Tireds.” After the fifth week privileges came to him; he was allowed to go ashore26 with p. 99the other boys on Sunday afternoon; he joined in the drill, and this he liked so much that he concealed27 from the officers the fact that the cornet and he were close acquaintances, fearing that membership of the band, which practised far away down in the hold, would interfere28. He found books in the library with a sea flavour, and read Stevenson and Henty, and Clark Russell. He liked Clark Russell’s books, because they had always one admirable young lady in a distressful29 predicament, and this young lady he always thought of as being Trixie Bell—Trixie who had sent him her photograph, taken by an eminent30 artist of Hackney Road, and presenting her as in a snowstorm, with no hat, a basket of choice roses on her arm. At prayers one night, Robert found himself, somewhat to his surprise, introducing a special silent reference to Trixie, and, pleased with his daring originality31, he continued it, feeling in a shy, half-ashamed way, that he had now assumed a responsible position in regard to the young lady. For the rest, there was not much time on the Westmouth to think of outside affairs.
He found his average day made up in this manner. At six o’clock in the morning, the lower deck, where he and some three hundred other boys slept, became suddenly filled with the blaring of a bugle32; on the instant Robert slipped out of his hammock. The chief petty officers (important lads of about fifteen or sixteen) issued orders, the boys dressed swiftly, hammocks were rolled up and stowed away at the sides, and then the busy working day began. Robert Lancaster, despatched with other gallant sailors of his division, scrubbed the upper deck (protected by a canvas awning33 in summer, and an awning and curtains in winter), the while two divisions saw to the main deck. Then the upper deck had to be swabbed, under the superintendence of the ship’s officers, and, this done, breakfast-time had arrived. Robert Lancaster always felt the better for his breakfast, being, indeed, of the growing age when appetite is nearly ever acute and demanding to be satisfied. The watch on the mess deck cleared away, and at half-past eight one bell sounded. At nine o’clock two bells sounded, with the singers’ call for prayers and also for punishments, at which hour a few boys with correction looming34 close to them, wished that they had chosen the life of a landsman. The excellent old captain’s theory was that you should either pat a boy on the back or cane35 him on the back, and this system worked out very well in practice; the most severe punishment consisted of a few hours’ solitude36 in the dark cell at the foc’sle end of the ship—an extreme remedy resorted to but once or twice a year. Prayers and punishment being over, there occurred work again. Sail-making, painting the sides of the Westmouth, seamanship instruction; in the tailors’ shop, manufacture of flags, repairing of oilskins and sou’westers, lengthening37 of trousers for their growing owners, making of seamanship stripes, re-covering of life-belts; the biggest boys in the Rigger’s class called upon to strip and serve afresh the lower rigging of the ship. Relaxation38 came to Robert when sent out with others in one of the small boats which clustered at the side of the Westmouth, on which occasions he learnt the arts of boat-pulling and boat-sailing, under the guidance of a giant-voiced officer, who roared advice and frank criticism. Signalling had to be learnt, and this demanded of Robert that his intelligence should be livened; the lad being on his mettle39, and having made up p. 100his mind to extort40 the secrets from this cryptic41 procedure, earned commendation. There were classes in gunnery, too, where knowledge was gained in using the rifle and cutlass, as well as the management of field guns; the rifles full-sized, and, indeed, a little out of proportion to the height of the smaller boys, so that it sometimes seemed that it would have been easier for the Martini-Henry to manage the boy than for the boy to manage the Martini-Henry. And about mid-day, after half an hour’s rest, when Robert bowled boys out on the upper deck, or being at the wickets set in a wooden socket42, sent the ball flying away to the Essex shore, came dinner. Now dinner on the Westmouth, mind you, was dinner.
A bugle call brought the boys scurrying43 down the broad hatchway on to the mess deck, where a harmonium had been placed in position, and, as they hurried down, adjusting their red handkerchiefs bib-fashion, the cook’s assistants dragged young lorries around by the long wooden tables, one waggon44 loaded with roast beef, another waggon carrying potatoes, another bearing vegetables and another bread. The boys on sharp days when appetite had become keen found it difficult to sing the grace to which the harmonium played a prelude45, because their mouths watered. The scent46 from the roast beef was to them the most entrancing perfume, and ranged in companies they could not prevent their eyes from wandering to their table where portions were being served out in the deep tin plates. A bugle call—everything on board the Westmouth was done by bugle calls; and none was so effective as the call for silence—and grace.
“Be present at our table, Lord,
Be ’ere and everywhere adored;
These creatures bless, and grant that we
May feast in Paradise with Thee.”
On ordinary days, work re-commenced in the afternoon with occasional brief rests for play, and after tea if there still remained work to do it had to be done. Strict orders had to be observed in the way of behaviour, and Robert slipped into these with greater ease because of his experience in the Cottage Homes. He learnt that an order being given, obedience47 had to follow instantly and without question; the saluting48 of the officers was, he knew, but a respectful sign of his willingness to comply with this rule. In this way Robert Lancaster learnt discipline.
“It’s easy enough,” argued Robert to the Poplar boy when he had been on the ship for nearly a year and was looking forward to the position of Chief Petty Officer with three stripes on his arm and a salary of penny a week, “once you get into the swing of it. If you do have to put up with a bit of rough, you’ve always got your Wednesdays to look forward to.”
Wednesday, indeed, represented the golden day of the week for the Westmouth. Friends came then on permission of the Captain, and when one evening a letter from Trixie Bell was brought over to the ship by the post boy, a letter which asked her dear Robert to obtain a permit for two, p. 101the lad procured49 this and sent it off with bashful anticipation50 of seeing the young lady and her large mother. The afternoon came, and he watched each arrival of the gig from the shore for the first sight of Trixie; wondering amusedly how Mrs. Bell would endure the brief passage and how she would be hauled out of the boat. But Trixie did not arrive nor did her mother come to endanger the safety of the gig; instead Number Three Thirty-Three (who was Robert) found himself called to receive a mite51 of a woman in a sailor hat bearing the inscription52 H.M.S. Magnificent in large gold letters, who having come up the ladder at the side of the ship one step at a time, now stood with a net full of oranges and cakes beside her; her hands at her waist as though doubtful whether she ought not to dance a hornpipe, and looking up at Robert with her bead-like eyes full of astonishment53.
“Why,” cried little Miss Threepenny, “if he hasn’t grown up to be a reg’lar what’s a name.”
“I was expecting two others,” remarked Robert, bending shyly to shake hands.
“They couldn’t come and they sent me instead,” said the little woman, mopping her forehead with her handkerchief. “Poor Mrs. Bell is as bad as bad, and Trixie—bless her ’eart—wouldn’t think of leaving her. So I says, ‘Sposin’ I go?’ And Trixie says, ‘You, Miss Threepenny?’ and I says, ‘Yes, me. It’s my annual ’oliday from Tabernacle Street Wednesday next, and—’”
“And here you are.”
“‘Why,’ says Trixie,” went on the small woman, declining to anticipate the end of her story, “‘you’ll go and get lost.’ And I says, ‘Stuff and nonsense; if a grown-up woman of forty can’t take care of herself, who can? Besides,’ I says, ‘I want to see the dear boy.’ And Trixie says, ‘So did I.’”
“Oh, she said that, did she?” remarked Robert gratified. Other boys crowded round, preparing to invent humorous badinage54.
“Ah!” said Miss Threepenny acutely, “and what’s more, she meant it.”
It required some courage for a boy of Robert’s age to escort the amazing little woman over the ship; urgent whispers from the other lads to be introduced to the new missis did not assist him. The Chief Officer nodded approvingly, and this gave encouragement.
“Booking clerk at Fenchurch Street,” chattered55 on the little woman, “gave me ’alf a ticket, and I gave him a bit of my mind. People think because I ain’t so tall as I might be that I ’aren’t got a tongue in me ’ead. They find out their mistake.”
“Is Mrs. Bell very ill?”
“She ain’t much longer for this world,” answered Miss Threepenny. “She may linger on for a year or two, but that good young gel of hers will be left all alone in the world before she’s very much older. Fortunately she’s got a wise ’ead on young shoulders and—What low ceilings they are ’ere.” The little woman bent56 her small body from an entirely57 unfounded fear of touching58 the roof with her sailor hat. “What’s this part of the ship called, Bobbie?”
“This,” explained the lad, “is called the foc’sle.”
“Why?”
p. 102“Ah!” said Robert, “‘why’ is the one word you mustn’t use on board ship.”
Little Miss Threepenny trotted59 round, breathless with the endeavour to keep up with the lad’s stride, presently thanking her stars in earnest terms when, the hour being two, she was allowed to sit on the foc’sle steps of the upper deck in company with a few mothers and sisters to watch the afternoon’s entertainment.
“I shall ’ave to take notice of everything,” she chirruped, “and go through it all when I get back to Pimlico Walk. Trixie will want to ’ear about it.”
“Don’t you go and get frightened,” urged Robert.
“Me frightened?”
“There’ll be some desperate deeds performed during the next hour,” said Robert importantly.
“So long as there’s no firing of guns,” said the little woman, adjusting her skirts precisely60, “I shan’t so much as wink61. Once they begin to bang away—”
Two of the women visitors who had been looking curiously62 at the small creature, hastened to remark with the knowledge born of experience that there would be firing, one adding that for her part she always shut her eyes and put her hands over her ears when it came to that part; an ingenious plan which happy Miss Threepenny promised to adopt. Robert ran off and disappeared.
The alarming clang, clang, clang of a bell! Upon the instant, a swift rushing to and fro; a throwing open of the door leading to the captain’s room; boys with buckets of water hurrying up and forming in line; more boys dragging long boa constrictors of leathern hose up to the doorway63; still more boys ready with brass64 nozzles to fix on; more boys again in a tremendous state of excitement bearing scarlet65 extincteurs on their backs; a white-capped, white-aproned cook up from below and assisting; sharp commands from the officers; the old captain watching all with his watch open. “Good,” says the captain of the Westmouth presently, “very good indeed. Who was the first bucket up, Mr. Waltham?” “Number Three Fifty-Two, sir,” says the chief officer. “Three Fifty-Two,” thereupon says the captain, “catch this sixpence.”
Band now at a corner of the upper deck, with a stout66 drum placed upon trestles, to be whacked67 presently as though it had committed some gross breach68 of discipline. Music-stands up; brass instruments tested; the bandmaster taps his wooden stand sharply. Three hundred boys in detachments on either side of the deck; first officer, with a voice accustomed to open-air speaking, with the captain on the poop. A brief drill, and then,—
“Form divisions!”
“Right about face!”
“March!”
The band plays; the two broad, close, moving detachments go steadily69 around. A roar from the chief officer, and at once the broad masses become a number of thin strands70 with a serpentine71 movement to a new and more cheerful march from the band, and doing it with absolute accuracy for several minutes. “Halt!” Music stops.
p. 103“Boys,” shouts the old captain from the poop, “very fair, very fair indeed! Eh, Mr. Waltham?”
“Very fair indeed, sir.”
A selection made from the crowd; the rest jump up on the sides of the ship, and become an audience. The selected boys stiffly in line, jackets off, accept from a chief petty officer with a sack, pairs of wooden dumb-bells. Order given, they face round, watching the instructor72 narrowly and with seriousness. A signal from him and band having started a gentle waltz, the two hundred sailor boys go through a movement of thrusting the arms forward, withdrawing them sharply, keeping time ever to the music. A change of air on the part of the band, and each pair of arms swings from side to side. Another, and with clockwork preciseness the bells are up high, return to touch breast, go down to toes. A whole dozen of these changes, and amongst the later ones, movements with definite stamp of the right foot on the deck to the music of a Scotch73 reel. Pantomime rally from the band; a bugle call, and the deck is clear.
“If I hadn’t seen it,” says astounded74 little Miss Threepenny to her two neighbours, and standing75 now on the topmost stair of the foc’sle steps, “I should never ’ave believed it true!”
“That’s nothing,” remarks one of the women, lightly. “You watch out now, Miss. My Jimmy’s in the next.”
To a march from the obliging band, enter forty serious boys, brown-legginged, belted, and bearing rifles. At the words of command, these go through a number of offensive and defensive76 movements, forming squares, performing cutlass drill, making lunges with their bayonetted rifles at a supposititious enemy; killing77 this supposititious enemy and withdrawing the bayonet neatly78 from his lifeless body. A good quarter of an hour of hard drill this, for which they are more than repaid by applause from the younger boys seated on the sides of the vessel, and a word of approval from the captain:
“’Ere comes Bobbie,” cries Miss Threepenny, excitedly. “Oh, dear! oh, dear! what will they be up to next?”
Mothers seated on the steps may well start and clutch each other’s arms, for field guns are being dragged on now by straw-hatted detachments, and, to a brisk air from the band, tugged80 by long ropes around and around the deck.
“There he is,” cries Miss Threepenny, excitedly. “There he is again. And there he is once more.”
No time for Robert to take notice of the little woman’s shrill81 comments, even if the bustle82 allowed him to hear, for field guns are things that demand attention jealously. An order pulls them up short; Robert with eight other lads stopping their gun on the starboard side. Every boy panting; every boy with his flushed face directed towards the chief officer on the poop. A shrill whistle.
“Dismount!” shouts the chief officer.
Fierce attack on the guns, wheels off, axles unpinned, guns lifted, remainder of carriage pulled to pieces, all down flat on the deck, boy seated on them and looking up at the poop for comment.
“Fifteen seconds, Mr. Waltham.”
“Fifteen, sir,” says the chief officer respectfully; “fifteen as near as a toucher.”
p. 104“They did it in less time last week, Mr. Waltham.”
“They did it in less time last week, sir,” replies the chief officer.
The old captain shakes his head first at the scarlet-faced lads seated on the portions of their gun carriages and then at his watch, as though inclined to blame the watch as much as the boys. The instructor goes from one set of lads to another growling83 a word of advice.
“Re-mount!”
Every boy to his feet; the parts of the carriage seized; wheels held in place and fixed84; the heavy gun lifted and slung85, carriage pushed forward to catch it in position. Robert’s detachment, to their great annoyance86 and confusion, find all their quick efforts retarded87 by the clumsiness of Number Eight, who, having mistaken his duties, has come into collision with another boy, and seems inclined to argue the matter out and prove himself thoroughly88 in the wrong before anything further is done. At least six seconds lost by this action on the part of Number Eight in Robert Lancaster’s gun, so that the other five guns are all perfect and their boys standing cool and serene89, whilst the final struggle is being concluded on the starboard side.
“I rather want that movement concluded to-day,” says the old captain, leaning over and speaking ironically.
“What’s your number?” asks the instructor of the offending boy.
“Eight, sir.”
“Ah,” remarks the instructor, “it might as well be nought90. Isn’t your place there? Very well, then.”
“Try that again, boys,” cries the chief officer. “Do it sharper this time. Think what you’re about.”
Thought and celerity and earnestness are all brought to bear on the next dismounting, and Number Eight of Robert’s set, reserving justification91 for his previous conduct, proves himself as able a seaman14 as the rest. The remounting is performed with similar swiftness, and the old captain lets the case of his watch close with a snap and says, leaning over the rails again and addressing the boys on deck, “Very good, very good indeed. Eh, Mr. Waltham?” “Very good indeed, sir,” agrees the chief officer.
Fierce business coming now! The white-headed mops go down the nozzles of the guns, come out again, the gunners stand clear, one lad jerks a string, and—bang! White mop down again head first and withdrawn92, gun sighted, and again—bang! It being unusual for an attacking force to do this dangerous work without casualty, half a dozen boys affect to receive the fire of the unseen enemy and fall on deck screaming with great anguish93, “Oh, oh, oh!” and “’Elp, ’elp, ’elp!” to the great consternation94 of one mother up near the foc’sle, who is with difficulty restrained from rushing down the steps. Ambulance corps95 hurries forward; one wounded boy has his trousers pulled up, his bared leg set between two pieces of wood and tied up, a stretcher brought, and he is taken, now giving agonizing96 groans97, which have a fine suggestion of pathos98, to the port side deck. Other boys who have fallen victims to the non-existent enemy have their arms placed in slings99 or their heads bandaged, and are led away by sympathetic ambulance men.
p. 105“Sound for the march past, bugler100.”
Band, which has been interested in this scene of carnage, snatches up its instruments and starts a cheerful, brisk, trotting101 air; the boys take the ropes and tug79 the guns on the field carriages once around the deck, the wounded following in the rear and still giving realistic groans at every other step, all disappearing at last through the large doors of the foc’sle to the applause of boys seated on the sides and fluttering of handkerchiefs from the foc’sle steps.
“Bray’vo, Bobbie,” cries little Miss Threepenny. She turns and whispers apprehensively102 to the two women. “They’re none of ’em reelly ’urt, are they?”
“’Urt?” echoes one of the two women. “They know better than go and get ’urt, bless you.”
“All the same,” says the little woman, “I wouldn’t join in it for forty thousand million pound.”
The rifle lads again, faces set determinedly103, marching up the deck with steady and definite stride. Four movements, and they are down on one knee preparing to receive the enemy. This time the enemy is no fictitious104 enemy, for the doors of the foc’sle being thrown open, out rush shrieking105 noisy warriors106 who from their language and the fact that they are carrying long poles instead of firearms are clearly negro aborigines of the district, and these shout “Alla-bulla-wulla” in a very desperate way, throwing themselves on their opponents under the foolish impression that something can be done to a solid square of British sailors. A bugle call and the square rises, moves, and taking the offensive, presses the mistaken aborigines back, but these still cry “Alla-bulla-walla” (being apparently107 of a race with limited conversational108 powers), and break up the detachment, so that a hand-to-hand struggle ensues where every man carries his life in peril109, and every man remembers the country that gave him birth. The British are pulled together again; they form by command into two lines, these two lines stretching well across the field of operations press the enemy slowly but determinedly back. Changing its tactics the enemy now shout, “Wulla-bulla-alla,” but even this reversal of the original battle cry proves useless, and the final struggle is stopped (because in point of fact, one or two sets are beginning to fight in real earnest) by the bugle call to retreat. Victory gained, the British sailors re-form, and singing exultant110 music to—
“A life on the ocean wave,
A life on the stormy deep,
Where the billowy waters wave,
And the stars their vigil keep,”
they march round and pass the saluting point.
“Not at all bad,” says the captain. “Eh, Mr. Waltham? Considering.”
“Not at all bad, sir,” replies the chief officer, “considering.”
Robert escorted his little visitor down to tea, a few of his intimate chums forming a circle around her in order to prevent the incursion of mere111 curiosity. Miss Threepenny, finding herself the object and centre of all this consideration, chattered away over her tea and bread and butter, p. 106telling the circle a few of her best repartees, with many a “Oh, I says,” and “What! she says”; each recital112 finishing triumphantly113 with the sentence, “And that’s all they get for trying to score off me.” The small woman being swung down to the lower deck, professed114 herself much shocked at seeing the slung-up hammocks, declaring that eviction115 from her model dwellings116 would ensue if this were known, and covering her face with her tiny hands in a way that amused the lads very much. Before leaving she ascertained117 the whereabouts of Robert’s locker118, and finding the white box with Robert’s number painted atop, slipped inside an envelope containing a silver coin of enormous proportions. On the upper deck again, Robert Lancaster feeling it politic119 to do everything possible in order to give Miss Threepenny subject-matter for conversation on her return to Trixie, went up to the foc’sle rigging to the foretop and was down again before she had time to beg of him to be careful, following this up by acts of a similarly perilous120 nature.
“How in the world I shall find breath enough to tell ’em all about you,” she said distractedly, “goodness only knows.”
“Don’t forget to mention,” said Robert, “that I’m going to be made a chief petty officer next week.”
“And how long did you say it’d be before you left?”
“I shan’t stay long,” he said importantly. “They want chaps in the Royal Navy, and I’m five foot one already.”
“They ’ave made a man of you, Bobbie,” declared the little woman, looking up at him admiringly. “Nobody’d think to look at you now that it was only a few years ago you was nothing more or less than—”
“Just put your ’and on my arm,” interrupted Robert rather hastily. “Above the elbow, I mean. Now then!” He drew his arm up slowly, and the muscles stood out hard and rigid121.
“You’re nothing more nor less,” said Miss Threepenny, “than what they call in books a Herkools. And—and you’ve quite made up your mind to be a sailor, Bobbie.”
“Of Her Majesty’s Navy,” said Bobbie proudly. “There’s the signal for you to be off.”
The little woman having found her fishing net, now empty but for the current number of “The Upper Ten Novelette,” went carefully. Her sailor hat was slightly awry122, and detecting this by a casual glance at some polished brass, she adjusted it, and pulled her cape123 straight. The circle of defending boys conducted her to the side of the ship; saw her safely down the slippery gangway ladder to the gig.
“I shan’t kiss you, me dear,” she whispered to Robert, “because they’d only guy you about it afterwards.”
“Give my love to ’em in Pimlico Walk,” said Robert shyly, as he lifted her into the boat.
“I shall keep some of it for meself,” said the little woman archly. She spoke to the officer at the stern of the boat. “Which side of the boat shall I sit, mister?” The officer replied that it could not possibly matter. “Oh, well,” she said resignedly, “if it overbalances don’t blame me. Goo’ bye, Bobbie.”
“Goo’ bye,” cried Bobbie.
“Be a good boy,” called out the little woman in the rocking gig.
“A good what?”
“A good man, I mean,” she shouted apologetically.
“That’s better.”
“Don’t forget,” cried the little woman, putting one hand to the side of her mouth—“oh, dear! how this boat does bob about—don’t forget that we mean to be proud of you.”
“I shan’t forget,” he promised.
And, indeed, Robert Lancaster kept this in his memory.
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