Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 1 February 1890 — Page 7

Teaching Young Lubbers the Etiquette of the Ocean. ..

LOG BOOK OF PIIENTICK 3IULFOKD

Mil Much on —1103*8 Tuu^lit to Appreciate Mii'h HreukfaAt—The Ship's Leaks—Sudden Cull of the Ocean—Refusal to IVrforni Further in Opera.

{Copyrighted, 1880, by the Author.

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E E have little patience for hunting for things, two minutes is

home

about the limit of time spent In looking for a mislaid poker, and then "ma!M "pa!" or "aunt!" is called

on to turn to and do this disagreeable work. The second mate once ordered me to find a certain iron hook, wherewith to draw the pump boxes, and when, after a short search, I returned and asked him whero it might be, I was horrified by the expression of astonished indignation spreading over his face, as ho yelled: "Great Scott, he expects nie to help him find it!" I saw the point and all it involved, and never so wounded an officer's dignity again. It is a sailor's, and especially a boy's, business on shipboard to find whatever he is ordered to.

We soon learned on the Wizard how well we had lived at home. Our sea fare of hard tack and salt junk taught us how to appreciate at their true value the broiled steaks, hot cakes and buttered toast of homo tables. The quart of very common molasses served out to us weekly soon became a luxury, and when the steward occasionally brought us "benavlins" (the nautical term for the broken fragments from the cabin table), we regarded it as very luxurious living, though a month previous we should have deemed Buch food lit only for the swill tub.

In about two weeks we had settled down into the routine of life at sea. Sailors are apt to term theirs a "dog's life." I never did. It was a peculiar life, and in some respects an unpleasant one—like many others on land. But it was not a "dog's life." There was plenty to eat, and we relished our "lobscouse," hard tack, salt junk, beans, codfish, potatoes and—Sunday's and Thursday's— •duff.

The hours of labor were not exhausting. It was "watch and watch, four hours oif and four hours on." Many a New York retail grocer's clerk, who turns to at 5 in the morning and never leaves off until 11 at night, would revel on sucli regulation of time and labor. So would many a sewing girl. Wo had plenty of time for sleep. If called up at 4 every alternate morning, and obliged to stand watch until 8 a. in., we could "turn in" at that hour after breakfast and sleep till noon. Apart from the alternate watches tho work of "jobs" occupied about six hours per1day. True, there v. as at times some, heavy work, but it was only occasional. Sailor work is not heavy as compared with the incessant fagging, wearing, never ending character of some occupations on shore. Skill, agility and quickness are in greater demand than mere brute strength.

Lobscouse is a preparation of hard bread, first soaked and then stewed with shredded salt beef. It looks somewhat like rations for a delicate bear when Berved out by the panfuL But it is very good. Salt beof is wonderfully improved by streaks of fat through it. These serve the foremast hands in place of butter. I know of no better relish than good pilot bread and sliced salt junk, with plenty of clean white fat. On shore that quart of boiling hot liquid, sweetened with molasses and called tea, would have been pitched into the gutter. At sea, after an afternoon's work, it was good. With similar content and resignation, not to say happiness, wo drank in the morning tho hot quart of black fluid similarly sweetened and called coffee. It was not real coffee. I don't know what it was. I cared not to know. Of course wo grumbled at it. But we drank it. It was "filling," and was far better than the cold, brackish water, impregnated thickly with iron rust, a gallon of which was served out daily. For the fresh water was kept below in an iron tank, and, as the deck leaked, a email portion of the Atlantic had sc uehow gained admission to it and slightly salted it. It resembled chocolate to the eye, but not to the palate.

On the fourth day out the Wizard was found to have four feet of water in her hold. The Bhip was pumped dry in about four hours, when she proceeded to fill up again. The captain seemed a man of many minds for the next two or three days. First the ship was put back for New York. This course was altered and her bows pointed for Africa. Then the foremast hands became worried, and, going aft one morning in a body, asked Capt. 8 what he meant to do and where he meant to go, because they had •hipped for San Francisco and they did not intend going anywhere else. The captain answered that bis own safety and that of the vessel were as dear to

him as their lives were to them, and that he intended doing the best for the general good. This answer was not very satisfactory to the crew, who went grumbling back to their quarters. Ultimately it turned out that wo were to take the leak with us to San Francisco.

At the rate the water was running in it was judged that the bone, muscle and sinews of tho crew could manage to keep it down. So we pumped all tho way round Cape Horn. We pumped during our respective watches every two hours. In good weather and on an even keel it took half an hour to "suck the pumps." If the vessel was heeled to larboard or starboard it took much longer. In very rough weather we pumped all the time that could be spared from other duties. There were two pumps at tho foot of the mainmast worked by levers, and these were furnished with "bell ropes" to pull on. Half tho watch worked at each lever, and these were located exactly where on stormy nights the wild waves were in the habit of flinging over tho bulwarks a hogshead or two of water to drench us and wash us off our feet.

The Wizard was a very "wet ship." She loved giving us moist surprises. Sometimes on a fine day she would gracefully, but suddenly, poke her nose under, and come up and out of tho Atlantic or Pacific ocean with fifteen or twenty tons of pea green sea water foaming over the t'gallant forecastle, cascading thence on tho spar deck and washing everything movable slam bang up and sometimes into the cabin. This took place once on a washday. Sailors' washday is often regulated by the supply of water caught from the clouds. On this particular occasion the fore deck was full of old salts up to their bared elbows in suds, vigorously discoursing washtub and washboard. Then the flood came, and in a moment the deck was filled with a great surge bearing on its crest all these old salts struggling among their tubs, their washboards, their soap and partly washed garments. The cabin bulkhead partly stopped some, but the door being open others were borne partly inside, and their woolen shirts were afterward found stranded on the carpeted cabin floor. One "duff day" wo had gathered about our extra repast in the boys' house. The duff and New Orleans molasses had just commenced to disappear.

Then a shining, greenish, translucent cataract filled tho doorway from top to bottom. It struck boys, beef, bread duff and dishes. It scattered them. It tumbled them in various heaps. It was a brief season of terror, spitting and sputtering sr.lt water, and a scrambling for life, as we thought. It washed under bunks and in remote corners duff, bread, beef, plates, knives, forks, cups, spoons and molasses bottles. The dinner was lost. Going on deck we found a couple of feet of water swashing from bulwark to bulwark with every roll, bearing with it heavy blocks and everything movable which had been loosened by the shock, to tho great risk of legs and bodies. But these were trifles. At least we call them trifles when they are over. I have noticed, however, that a man may swear as hard at a jammed finger as a broken leg, and the most efficacious means in the world to quickly develop a furious temper is to loose one's dinner when hungry, get wet through, then abused by a Dutch mate for not stirring around quicker, and finally work all the afternoon setting things to rights on an empty stomach, robbed and disappointed of its duff. This is no trifle.

Learning the ropes isn't all a boy's first lessons at sea. He must learn also to wash and mend his own clothes. At least he must try to learn and go through the forms. I never could wash a flannel shirt, and how the extraneous matter called dirt, which the washing process is intended to disperse, is gotten rid of by soap and muscle at an equal average over tho entire surface of the garment is for me today one of earth's mysteries. I could wash a shirt in spots when I tried to convince myself that I had finished it, I could still see whero I had washed clean and where I had not. There is a certain system in the proper manipulation of a garment in a washtub which to me is incomprehensible. An old sailor is usually a good washer. It's part of his trade. Those on the Wizard would reprove the boys for their slipshod work. "Such a slovenly washed shirt as that," said Conner, an old man-of-war's man, "hung in the rigcing is a disgrace to the ship." He alluded to one of mine. The failure was not from any lack of labor put on it. The trouble lay in that I didn't know where to put the labor on.

It was particularly disagreeable at midnight as we assembled at the bell ropes to give her the last "shake up," and, more asleep than awake, pulled wearily, with monotonous clank. Sometimes at that hour, when our labors were half through, the valves would get out of order. It was then necessary to call the carpenter and have them repaired. This would keep us on deck half an hour or more, for by mutual compact each watch was obliged to "suck its own pumps." Such delays made the men very angry. They stopped singing at their work—always a bad sign—and became silent, morose and sullen. For the first six weeks all the "shanti-songs" known on the sea had been sung. Regularly at each pumping exercise we had "Santy Anna," "Bully in the Alley,1' "Miranda Lee," "Storm Along, John," and other operatio maritime gems, some of which might have a place in our modern operas of "The Pinafore" school.

There's a good deal of rough melody when these airs are rolled out by twenty or thirty strong lungs to the accompaniment of a windlass' clank and the wild, shrill sweep of the winds in the rigging above. But the men would no longer sing. The fact was reported to the captain. He put on his spectacles, walked out on the quarter deck and gazed at them mournfully and reprovingly. The mates tried to incite them to renewed melody. But the shipping articles did not compel them to sing unless they felt like it. The pumps clanked gloomily without any enlivening chorus. The captain went sadly back to his cabin and renewed his novel.

bentice ulforjx

ON A LEAKY SHIP.

Account of Interesting Performances at the Pumps.

LOU ROOK OF PRENTICE SIULPORD

A Small Mutiny Nlfiht Work Night "Watcher—Carrying PtuUling Sail*—beautiful to Look at. Diabolical to natullo*

Scrubbing Decks*

[Copyrighted, 1SS9, by the Author.]

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down five minutes before 12 o'clock. Our at a a work on them. The carpenter was a 11 as usual, and after

the usual bungling and fishing in the well for the broken valves, they were put in order again. It was then nearly 1 a. m. Meanwhile all tho able seamen in our watch had at eight bells walked below. Tho watch newly come on deck refused to pump the ship clear, alleging it was the business of the others. The watch below were bidden to come on deck and perform their neglected duty. They refused. This was mutiny. The four mates got their pistols, entered the forecastle and stormed, ordered and threatened. It was of no avail. The fifteen able seamen who refused constituted the main strength and effectiveness of that watch. They were threatened with being put in irons. They preferred irons to pumping out of their turn. They were put in irons, fifteen stout men, by four mates, who then returned and reported proceedings to the captain. The men remained shackled until the next morning. It was then discovered that it was impossible to work tho ship without their aid. Of course they couldn't handle the vessel in irons.

The Wizard rated over 3,000 tons, and many a frigate of her size would have been deemed poorly off with less than one hundred men for handling the ship alone. We rarely secured the lower sails properly in heavy weather, from the mere lack of physical strength to handle them.So Capt. S pored sadly at his breakfast through his gold bowed spectacles, and when tho meal was over issued orders for the release of the fifteen men in irons. In this little affair the boys and ordinary seamen belonging to the mutinous watch took no part. They were strictly neutral and waited to see which side would win. I felt rather unpleasant and alarmed. Though not a full fiedged mutiny and a conversion of a peaceful merchantman into a pirate, it did look at one time as if the initiatory steps to such end were being taken.

One of the great aims of existence at sea is that of keeping the decks clean. The scrubbing, swishing and swashing is performed by each watch on alternate mornings, and commences at daylight. It was the one ordeal which I regarded with horror and contempt.. You are called up at 4 in the morning, when the sleep of a growing youth is soundest. The maniacal wretch of the other watch, who does the calling, does it with the glee and screech of a fiend. He will not stop his "All h-a-a-nds!" until he hears some responsive echo from the sleepers. He is noisy and joyous because it is so near tho time he can turn in. And these four hours of sleep at sea are such luxuries as may l-arely be realized on shore. But the mate's watch is calling us, screeching, howling, thumping on the forecastle door, and making himself extremely pleasant.

We are called and on deck, and stumbling about, maybe with one boot half on, and moro asleep than awake and more dead than alive. We are in the warm, enervating latitude of the tropics, with every sinew relaxed from the steaming heat. Perhaps there is alight wind aft. We are carrying studding

Bails.

Studding sails are beautiful to look at from a distance. But when once you have sailed in a ship carrying them from the royals down and know something of the labor of rigging them out all on one side, fore, main and mizzen masts, and then, if the breeze alters a couple of points, taking the starboard sails all down and rigging out the larboard, or perhaps on both sides—and this on a Sunday afternoon, when there are no jobs and you've been expecting plenty of leisure to eat your duff and molasses or if you have ever helped carry those heavy yards about the deck when the ship was rolling violently in a heavy ground swell, and every time she brought up, sails, blocks and everything movable was bringing up also with a series of pistol like reports or if you have ever laid out on a royal yard trying to pass a heavy rope through the "jewel block,11 at the extreme end thereof, while the mast and yard were oscillating to and fro with you through the adr in a rapidly recurring series of gigantic arcs caused by the lazy swell, in the trough of which your ship is rolling—and at the end of each roll you find yourself holding on for dear life, lest at the termination of each oscillation you be shot like an arrow into the sea from your insecure perch—why in all these cases the beauty and picturesqueneri of a ship under studding sails will be tempered by some sober realities.

It is 6:30 or 6 o'clock. The morning

light has come. Tho cry of "Turn tc!" is heard. That is. "turn to" to wash down decks, an operation which will tax the already exhausted resources of an empty stomach until breakfast time at 8 o'clock. The mates have their fragrant "cabin coffee" and biscuit served them on the brass capstan aft wo can smell its aroma, but nothing warm can get into our stomachs for over vvro long hours of work. The basic idea in this regular washing down dcckn at sea seems to be that of keeping men busy for the sake of keeping them busy. The top of every deck plank must be scrubbed with a care and scrutiny befitting the labors of a diamond polisher on Ins gems, while tho under side may be dripping with foulness, as it sometimes is. I had the post of honor in scrubbing the quarter deck. That was the drawing of water in a canvas bucket from tho mizzen chains to wash over that deck. The remaining five boys would push wearily about with their brooms, hand brushes, squabs and squilgees, superintended by our extraordinary fourth mate (always to me an object of interest, frotu tho fact of tho secret carefully hoarded in my breast that I had pulled him into tho New York dock), who, with a microscopic eye, inspected each crack and seam after the boys' labors, in search of atomic particles of dirt, and called them back with all tho dignity of command, and a small amount of commanding personality behind it, whenever he deemed ho had discovered any. When this labor was finished I was generally so exhausted as to have no appetite for breakfast. But a sailor's stomach is not presumed to bo at all sensitive under any conditions. And above all, a "boy" —a boy belonging to a squad of boys who about once a day were encouraged and enthused to exertion and maritime ambition by the assurance conveyed them by one of tho mates that they weren't "worth their salt" what business had a boy's stomach to put on airs at sea? Most landsmen, if called up at 4 o'clock on a muggy morning and worked like mules for a couple of hours on a digestive vacuum, would probably at the breakfast hour feel more tho need of food than tho appetite to partake of it.

Though I followed the sea nearly two years, I am no sailor. Tho net result of my maritime experience is a capacity for tying a bow iino or a square knot and a positive knowledge and conviction concerning which end of the ship goes first. I also know enough not to throw hot ashes to windward.

But on a yard I could never do much else but hold on. Tho foolhardy men about mo would lie out flat on their stomachs amid the darkness and storm, and expose themselves to the risk of pitching headlong into the sea in the most reckless manner while trying to "spill the wind" out of a t'gallant sail. But I never emulated them. I never lived up to the maritime maxim of "one ,hand for yourself and tho other for the owners." I kept both hands for myself, and that kept me from going overboard. •'What would the owners have cared had

I gone overboard? Nothing. Such an occurrence twenty-five odd years ago would, weeks afterward, have been reported in the marine news this way: "Common sailor, very common sailor, fell from t'gallant yard off Capo Horn and lost."

The owner would have secretly rejoiced, as he bought his Christmas toys for his children, that the t'gallant yard had not gone with the sailor. No on a yard in a storm I believed and lived up to the maxim: "Hold fast to that which is good." The yard was good. Yet I was ambitious when a boy before the mast on the clipper which brought me to California. I was quick to get into the rigging when there was anything to do aloft. But once in the rigging I was of little utility.

The first time I went up at night to loose one of the royals, I thought I should never stop climbing. Tho deck soon vanished in the darkness of a very black tropical night, tho mastheads were likewise lost in a Cimmerian obBcurity—whatever that is. At last I found tho yard. I wasn't quite sure whether it was tho right one or not. I didn't know exactly what to do. I knew I had to untie something somewhere. But where? Meantime the savage Scotch second mate was bellowing, as it then seemed, a mile below me. I knew the bellow was for me. I had to do something, and I commenced doing. I did know, or rather guessed, enough to cast off the lee and weather gaskets, or lines which bind tho sail when furled to the yard, and then I made them up Into a most slovenly knot. But the bunt gasket (the line binding the middle and most bulky portion of the sail) bothered me. I couldn't untie it. I picked away at it desperately, tore my nails and skinning my knuckles.

The bellowing from below continued as fiercely as ever, which, though not intelligible as to words, was certainly exhorting mo, and me only, to vigilance. Then the watch got tired waiting for me. Thinking the sail loosed, they began hoisting. They hoisted the yard to

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proper place and me with it. I clung on and went up higher. That, by tho way, always comes of holding fast to that whicn

is

good. Then a man's head came

bobbing up out of the darkness. It was that of a good natured Nantucket boy, whose name of course was Coffin. He asked me the trouble. I went into a lengthy explanation about the unmanageable knot. "Oh, the knot!" said he. "Cut it!" and he cut it. I would never have cut it. In my then and even present nautical ignorance I

should have expected the mast or yard to have fallen from cutting anything aloft. Only a few days previous I seen the captain on the quarter deck jumping up and down in his tracks with rage because a common seaman had, by mistake, cut a mizzen brace* and the seoond mate, as usual, had jumped up and down on the seaman when ne reached the deck. I feared to set a similar jumping process in operation. Coming on deck after my lengthy and blundering sojourn loosing a royal, I expected to be mauled to a pulp for my stupidity. But both watch and bellowing mate had gone below and I heard no more of it.

A few days after my unsuccessful ascension, the Wizard one morning shot through a bank of fog and San Franeiaoo lay before us.

rentice ulford.

HAVE YOU SEEN IT?

WILLIAM BROSS.

Death of the Veteran Journalist al Chicago.

STORY OF HIS EVENTFUL CAREER,

Ono of the Kiirly Itnpulillcnn I-i'iiilcrs— Ills l'ntrlotlo Services During tlio War—At Ono Tlmo Lieutenant-

Governor of

SOMETHING OF HIS CAHKKR.

Wllllnm liross, ex-Lieutenant-Govornor ol Illinois, was bora nour Port Jcrvls, N. Y., November 4, 1818. When he wus 0 yoars old his parents removod to Milford, Pa,, und there ho grew to munhood and received his academic education. He graduated from Williams College in 1838 after studying four years In that Institution. He was awarded high honors, especially excelling In science, history and the classic:1 For awhile after this lie had charge of Rldgebury Academy at his birthplace and also taught at Chester for some years.

Ho came to Chicago May 12, 18-18, and bogan his business career here by selling books. Ho became a member of the llrm of Griggs, Dross & Co., and remained with It a year. Then, In connection with lie v. J. A. Wright, he published the P.-airle Herald. In September, 1852, William IJross and John L. Bcripps founded tho Democratic Press. Two rears later, when the Republican pnrty was organized, the "deacon" warmly espoused the faith and bus been a Republican in politics since that time. His tlrut political speech was made in support of John O. Fremont for President.

In 1855 Mr. Dross was elected a membor of tho City Council and became a warm champion pf the city's commercial interests. During the war he was active in tho Republican 5ause. He assisted in raising the Twen-ly-nlnth Regiment, coJored troops, which was commanded by his brother, John &. Bross, who was killed at Petersburg July HO, 18(14. "Deacon" Dross' lervlces for tho Union will bo long and gratefully remembered. He was enthusiastic with brain *nd trenchant with pen. It wus ho who discovered and thwarted the rebel conspiracy to sack and burn Chicago and rolcase tho prisoners at Comp Douglas. In 1804 %ls patriotic services were recognized by his election to the office of Lieutenant-Governor. His signature us presiding officer of tho Illinois State Senate appears on two Iramortal documents. These aro the (intendment to the constitution abolishing human Slavery, submitted to tho States for approval by Congress In I8t», und the ropeal of the infamous black laws. For thirty year* he was actively engaged In overy State canvass, tut during his latter years his strength would not admit of his entering Into tho arduous work of campaigning.

After tho great tiro Mr. Hross labored bravely to bring assistance and relief to the stricken city. He saw his efforts crowned with success. In this work he made a memorable address bofore tho relief committee of the Now York Chamber of Commerco. As an orator he was polished and effective.

He was married in 1830 to tho only daughter of Dr. John T. Jansen, of Goshen, N. Y. Only one of their eight chlldron now survive. This Is Mrs. Henry I). Lloyd, whose husband la well-known newspaper writer.

PASSED AWAY.

Death at Detroit, Mich., of Charles Edward Lester, Ono of the Early Abolition Isadora.

DETROIT, Mich., Jan. 30.—Charles Edward Loster died in this city Wednesday afternoon of consumption, aged 80 years. [Early in life Mr. Lester was prominently Identified with the abolition movement, having as colaborers in the work Henry Ward Beeoher, Wendell Phillips and William Lloyd Garrison. While In England as ono of tho delegates of thli country to the Exeter Hall convention Mr. Lester gathored data for a work which he afterward published under the title of "The Glory and Shame of England." Tho book oreated a sensation on both sides of the Atlantlo. The object of Mr. LeBter's book was to give England Its share of credit In the emancipation of slaves lr. tho West India colonies, but to Boourge It for the fearful slavery that existed at home In tho factories and coal mines. Mr. Lester served as Consul-General to Italy under President Pierce. He leaves a widow and one daughter.]

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A NOTAIIIjIC MFK ENDEII.

CiiiCAr.o, Jan. 28. Ex-Lieutenant-Governor William IJross, ono of the largest stockholders in tho Chicago Tribuno and president of tho company, died at 10:30 o'clock Monday night after an illness of flvo days, lie was 70 yoars old and had been asufforer from diahotes during tho last ton years. Mr. Hross has long boon associated With Joseph Medill on the Chicago Tribuno and was one of its chief editorial writers for many years,

WKSIJKY.

Mrs. John Measinore is still quite Hick with the grip. _W. M. White, court stenographer, visitod here Sunday,

Frank Booo, of Waynetown, is selling fruit trees in this vicinity. E. T. Larkiu, class of '95 is in Crawfordsvillo attending Wabush.

Mr. McCloud, of Crawfordsville, has secured a singing class here. Miss Sallie Gray, of Waynetown, is visiting her brother, Wm. Gray, here.

Miss Leona Bible is staying at John Messmore's during his wife's sickness. There will bo no service here Sunday on aooount of the quarterly meeting at Gray's Chapel.

Tho school closed here Wednesday with both the toucher, Miss Jessie Swift, and most of the soholars afUioted with the grip.

ROUND HILL.

Wheat is looking fine. Ellis Burk sawed wood Tuesday. James Graham is siok with la grippe. Lon King is «iok with the lung fever, Billie Quillin has moved to Waynetown.

Our sohool will olose in three more weeks. Jake Burris, of New Richmond, was here Monday night.

Charles Kellison spent Tuesday night with George Quillin. James Wilson, attended ohuroh at Mount Pleusant Sunday.

Billie Gobon is fixed for hauling logs. Ho has a new team of mules. Joe Bennett is canvussing the township for the book entitled "Stanley Travels Through Africa."

Quarterly meeting will bo held at this luce next Saturday and Sunday beginning the Friday proceeding.

NKW RICHMOND.

LaGrippe is on tho increasa. Our doctors aro kept busy answering all

CIIIIB,

Eddie McOroa has gone to California for his health. Wm. Campbell's athletio olub is an assured sucoeas.

Tho prize fight is deolarod off. Our man booked out Superintendent J. S. Zuok visited our schools last Friday.

Uncle James Cook, who has been very sick, is slowly recovering. Frank Stover and Isaao Beedle, of Wingate, wore in town on Tuesday.

John P. Bible has announced himself as a Candida 3 for Sheriff on the Democratic ticket,

W. H. Harris and Miss Nellie Lane were murried on Tuesday Jan. 28th, by Rev. D. A. Rogers.

Miss Martha Hanna will sell her personal property on Wednesday, Feb. 12, and will move to New Richmond shortly afterward.

Speaking of candidates for sheriff wo mnst not forgot Richard M. Bible. He has all the good qualities of any one man, with theexoeDtion of a war reoord. He was rather too young at that time to have one. But he is a good man anj a hustler from away back.

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