Ben Burton | Page 2

spoke the sailor's lingo like his
shipmates, he was vastly his superior in manners and appearance.
Indeed, he and my mother were a very handsome couple. They were
also, I may say, deservedly looked upon with great respect by the
officers, from the captain downwards, and regarded with affection by
all the crew.
To go back to that insignificant little individual, myself, as I certainly
was on the day I have mentioned, when I made my first appearance on
board the HMS "Boreas". I came in for a large share of the regard
entertained by the ship's company for my parents. My father was the
first person introduced by Susan King into my presence.
"Well, he is a rum little youngster!" he exclaimed, taking me up in his
open palms. "He is like Polly--that he is!" he added, as he gazed at me
affectionately, the feelings of a father for the first time welling up in his
bosom. "Yes, he is a sweet little cherub! Shouldn't wonder but he is like
them as lives up aloft there to watch over us poor chaps at sea. Ay, that
he must be. They can't beat him. Lord love ye, Sue, I am grateful to you
for this here day's work."
I here interrupted my father's remarks by a loud cry, and other infantine
operations, on which Sue insisted on having me back again to her safe
keeping, while outside the screen several voices were heard entreating
my father to bring me out for inspection, a request with which Mrs
King had before steadily refused to comply.
"I say, Dick, just let's have a look at him. One squint, Burton, just to
see what sort of a younker he may be. Come now, he ain't a chap to be
ashamed of, I'm sure. There ain't none like him here aboard, I'll swear.
He don't come up to Quacko anyhow. Come, Dick, show us him now,

do, there's a good chap."
These and similar exclamations were sung out by various voices in
different tones, to which my mother, as she lay in her cot, listened not
unpleased, till at length my father having given her a kiss, and uttered a
few words of congratulation and thanks to Heaven--sailors are not
addicted to long prayers--again took me in his outstretched palms, and
thus brought me forth to the admiring gaze of his shipmates. So eager
were they to see me, that I ran no little risk of being knocked out of my
father's hands, as they were shoving each other aside in their
endeavours to get to the front rank. Then one and all wanted to have me
to handle for a moment; but to this Susan King, who had followed my
father from behind the screen, would on no account consent.
"Why, bless you, my lads, you would be wringing the little chap's neck
off, if you were to attempt to take hold of him," said Susan.
"Oh! No, don't fear, we will handle him just as if he was made of
sugar," was the reply.
"Oh! You don't know what delicate, weak little creatures these babies
are when they are first born," observed Susan. "Just like jellyfish, they
will not stand any rough handling."
Still in spite of my kind nurse's remarks, the bystanders continued to
urge my father to let them have me.
"It is as much as my place is worth, mates," he answered at length; "I
would not let him out of my hands on no account."
My new shipmates were, therefore, compelled to admire me at a
respectful distance. I believe the remarks they made were generally
complimentary, only they seemed to have arrived at the opinion that I
was not at that time so fat or so fair as the cherubs they had heard of
who live up aloft.
"And now, mates, I will just hand him back to Susan, and go and get
the doctor to look at me, for I begin to feel pretty stiffish with the holes

I got made in me just now," said my father.
And I was forthwith reconsigned to the charge of my mother and her
attendant, while he went to the surgeon to get his wounds dressed.
There were none of them, fortunately very serious, for the bullet had
gone through the fleshy part of the arm, and the pike had missed the
bone; the cut in the cheek, which at first appeared the most trifling,
giving in the end more trouble and annoyance than either of the other
hurts. The expedition in which he had been engaged was something out
of the common way, though when I come to note down the numerous
ones he has described to me, it is somewhat difficult not to mix them
all up together.
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