Tales of the Sea | Page 4

again. "And you don't feel queer?"
"No, not a bit of it," I replied. "But I say, captain, I thought I was to
come as a midshipman, and mess with the other young gentlemen on

board."
He now fairly laughed outright; and looking at me for some time,
answered, "We have no young gentlemen on board here. You'll get
your breakfast in good time; but you are of the right sort, leddie, and
little Clem shall show you what you have got to do," pointing as he
spoke to a boy who just then came on deck, and whom I took to be his
son.
"Thank you, captain," I observed; "I shall be glad of Clem's instruction,
as I suppose he knows more about the matter than I do."
"Clem can hand, reef, and steer as well as any one, as far as his strength
goes," said the captain, looking approvingly at him.
"I'll set to work as soon as he likes, then," I observed. "But I wish those
fellows would be sharp about breakfast, for I am desperately hungry."
"Well, go into the cabin, and Clem will give you a hunch of bread to
stay your appetite."
I followed Clem below. "Here, Brooke, some butter will improve it," he
said, spreading a thick slice of bread. "And so you don't seem to be
seasick, like most fellows. Well, I am glad of that. My father will like
you all the better for it, and soon make a sailor of you, if you wish to
learn."
I told Clem that was just what I wanted, and that I should look to him
to teach me my duties.
"I'll do my best," he said. "Take my advice and dip your hands in the
tar bucket without delay, and don't shirk anything the mate puts you to.
My father is pretty gruff now and then, but old Growl is a regular rough
one. He does not say much to me, but you will have to look out for
squalls. Come, we had better go on deck, or old Growl will think that I
have been putting you up to mischief. He will soon pick a quarrel with
you, to see how you bear it."

"I'll take good care to keep out of his way, then," I said, bolting the last
piece of bread and butter. "Thank you, Clem, you and I shall be good
friends, I see that."
"I hope so," answered my young companion with a sigh. "I have not
many on board, and till you came I had no one to speak to except father,
and he is not always in the mood to talk."
Clem's slice of bread and butter enabled me to hold out till the
forecastle breakfast was ready. I did ample justice to it. Directly I made
my reappearance on deck, old Growl set me to work, and I soon had
not only my hands but my arms up to the elbows in tar. Though the
vessel was pitching her head into the seas, with thick sheets of foam
flying over her, he quickly sent me aloft to black down the main
rigging. Clem showed me how to secure the bucket to the shrouds
while I was at work, and in spite of the violent jerks I received as the
vessel plunged her bluff bows into the sea, I got on very well. Before
the evening was over I had been out on the yards with little Clem to
assist in reefing the topsails, and he had shown me how to steer and
box the compass.
Nothing particular occurred on the voyage, though we were ten days in
reaching the mouth of the Thames. Clem and I became great friends.
The more I saw of him the more I liked him, and wondered how so
well-mannered a lad could be the son of such a man as Captain Grimes.
I saw nothing of London. I should, indeed, have been ashamed to go on
shore in my now thoroughly begrimed condition. We were but a short
time in the Thames, for as soon as we had discharged our cargo we
again made sail for the Tyne.
Before this time old Growl, the mate, had taught me what starting
meant. He had generally a rope's end in his fist, and if not, one was
always near at hand. If I happened not to do a thing well enough or fast
enough to please him, he was immediately after me, laying the rope
across my shoulders, or anywhere he could most conveniently reach. I
generally managed to spring out of his way, and turn round and laugh
at him. If he followed me, I ran aloft, and, as I climbed much faster

than he could, I invariably led him a long chase.