“my dear boy, you are only feeling what i think most british boys feel at some period of their school days, a longing for an adventurous life, no matter what the outcome of it may be. of course you can’t see one inch beyond your nose, that’s not to be expected, any more than that you should consider my feelings in the matter. you want to go to sea and that’s enough—for you; but, frank, aren’t your mother and father to be thought of at all? i know of course that sailors are necessary and all that, but what little i know of a sailor’s life and prospects makes me feel that it is the last profession on earth that i should choose for my son, especially after i have impoverished myself to fit you to take your place in the great firm with which i have been honourably connected for the last thirty years. there will always be plenty of youngsters with unhappy homes and neglected education to take up the business of seafaring, boys who have[2] got nothing else to look forward to ashore. but you’re not one of those, are you?”
the speaker, mr. frank brown, was a man who occupied a responsible position in the counting-house of a great manufacturing firm in the north of england. steady, faithful, if humdrum, service had raised him from almost the lowest position in the office to the post he had held for the last twelve years at a salary of £500 a year. he was happily married, and had three children, two daughters aged twelve and sixteen respectively, and a son, to whom he was now speaking, who came between them, that is, he was now fourteen; a fine, healthy, and intelligent lad.
but while mr. brown was almost a model member of that great middle class which, in spite of what sensationalists may say, is in very truth the backbone of our country, his horizon was exceedingly limited by his particular business. outside of it he was almost densely ignorant of the world’s affairs. all his abilities, and they were undoubtedly high, had been always concentrated upon his duties at the office, and he had been repaid by a life devoid of care and external difficulties. it never even occurred to him what “going to sea” meant for his native land, namely, her existence as a nation. he did not know that there was any difference between the navy and the merchant service, only thought of the sailor as a picturesque, careless figure who led a life full of adventure but empty of profit to himself, a rolling stone who could never be expected to gather any moss.
and he was a perfect type of many thousands of[3] his class, whom it is impossible not to admire, while bewailing the narrowness of their minds, the restriction of their intellectual boundaries. he had never contemplated the possibility of his son striking out an original line for himself, having in his own mind mapped out that son’s career, and now when in stammering accents and blushing like a girl that son had suddenly announced his determination to “go to sea,” he was filled with dismay. his mental vision showed him a hirsute semi-piratical individual reeking of strong liquors and rank tobacco, full of strange oaths and stranger eccentricities, but entirely lacking in the essential elements of “getting on,” which, to tell the truth, was to mr. brown the chief end of man.
now frank junior cared for none of these latter things, because he had never thought about them. food and clothes and home comforts came as did the sunshine and the air. from his earliest recollection he had never needed to concern himself with any of his wants, because they were supplied in good time by the care of his dear mother. a perfectly healthy young animal, and free from vice because he had led a sheltered life, he had given no trouble, but having lately taken to reading stories of adventure, principally of the sea, he had suddenly felt the call of the wild, the craving of the bird reared in the cage to escape therefrom upon seeing a wild bird fly past or upon inhaling a breath from the forest or field. this primal need held him, and so, although he hardly knew how to express himself, he stood his ground, and to his father’s address only replied, “i feel i must go, dad. i don’t know why,[4] but i feel i shan’t ever do any good here. do let me go.”
and that was all they could get out of him. the tears of his mother and the expostulations of his father were equally of no use, and besides, it must be admitted that he was secretly encouraged (which was needless) by his eldest sister, who said, “i glory in you, frank; if i was only a boy i’d go, see if i wouldn’t. i wouldn’t stick on this mill-horse round day after day, never getting any further forward, not i. i’m proud of you, old chap.”
many a private confabulation did these two hold together, the subject always being the glorious adventure of a sailor’s life, the splendid opportunity of seeing the world and of doing the things that stay-at-homes only read about and gape over, until the boy was ready to do anything, however foolish, to gratify his craving. but, like many other boyish fancies, i think this might have worn off, if it hadn’t been for a circumstance occurring accidentally just then which clinched matters.
the family went, as they usually did, to lytham for their summer holiday, mr. brown chuckling at the thought that while they could enjoy the sea-air his boy would not have much chance to pursue his hobby, even though so closely in touch with the sea, from the absence of shipping. and for a little while it seemed as if in his enjoyment of bicycling, swimming, and boating, which all the family were fond of, frank had forgotten his desire for a sailor’s life, the subject being tacitly dropped.
[5]then one day when they were all having a pleasant sail in a small boat, a piece of carelessness on the part of the boatman caused the main sheet to jam just as a sudden puff of wind came down and heeled her over. in a moment all of them were struggling in the water, and a tragedy was imminent. but a smart little yacht ran down to them and, how they never knew, in a few minutes they were all rescued and were being swiftly carried shoreward very wet and frightened, but extremely grateful to their preserver, a hale, seaman-like man of about sixty years of age, who handled his little vessel as if she was part of himself.
on reaching the shore mr. brown begged their preserver, who had introduced himself as captain burns, retired master mariner, to visit them at their hotel that evening in order that he might be properly thanked for his great skill and opportune help. the captain accepted gaily, but made light of his services, and hoping that they would feel no ill effects from their ducking, bade them good-bye until the evening.
“what an adventure,” said mr. brown, “and what a splendid man that captain burns is, to be sure, a regular old sea-dog.” then he stopped and looked at his son, who, with flushed face and sparkling eyes, was evidently enjoying to the full this episode so much to his taste.
from then until the evening the talk, however much the father and mother might try to change the subject, ran continually upon the merits of sailors, especially their resource and courage in time of danger; and the parents sighed repeatedly[6] as they realised how the event of the day was working, in spite of themselves, against their cherished hopes.
but when the captain arrived to dinner and allowed himself to be drawn out by frank, telling marvellous tales of adventure in foreign lands and on lonely, stormy seas, even the staid father felt his breath come short and his heart swell, and he began to enter into the feelings of his boy, who hung entranced upon every word which fell from the captain’s lips.
at last, during a momentary lull in the conversation, mr. brown said hesitatingly, “i am afraid, captain, that your yarns, marvellously interesting as they are, will frustrate all the pains i have been taking lately to persuade my boy that he ought to give up his idea of going to sea. you seem to have magnetised him. i thought he was enthusiastic before, but i am afraid he won’t listen to my reasoning at all now.”
there was a dead silence for a minute or two, during which frank looked pleadingly at his parents, and the captain was evidently embarrassed. then the latter broke the awkward pause by saying, “if i have come athwart your wishes in any way, mr. brown, with regard to my young friend here, i’m very sorry. and you’ll know i had no intention of so doing. but you’ll know, too, that when a british boy feels the call of the sea he doesn’t need any encouragement to make him persevere in his attempts to get to it, and everything told him in order to discourage him only seems to have the opposite effect. i’m sure i feel that what i’ve said[7] about my experiences, although i don’t deny that i am proud to have gone through them, ought to make anybody feel that any life was preferable to a sailor’s. but when you come to think of it, there is something splendid in the way in which our youngsters crave to face danger and hardship in a calling which has done so much to make our good old country what it is. goodness knows where we should be without this fine young spirit, for you know we must have sailors, or what would become of us as a nation?”
“there, there,” burst in mr. brown hastily, “don’t say any more. you convince me against what i consider my own better judgment, and i don’t mind admitting that, although it has cost us many a bitter pang to bring ourselves to the idea of parting with our only son, my wife and i agreed last night that we would no longer oppose him in his wishes. but we want advice as to the best means of gratifying his wish, so that he may get the most effective start possible in the profession. i am quite ignorant of everything concerning the beginning of a sea career, but i am absolutely convinced of the necessity of starting right in any undertaking. so i shall be grateful for any advice you can give me on the matter.”
“good man,” replied the captain, “you can count on me to do all i can for him. first of all i assume that he is healthy and hardy, and that his eyesight is all right as regards colour blindness; for i may as well tell you at once, that unless that is all right, it is absolutely useless for him to give another thought to a seafaring career. but we can[8] settle that at once. here, frank, let me put you through your first examination.”
and the captain, amidst the keenest interest on the part of the whole family, proceeded to question the boy as to the colour of everything in the room. in five minutes he professed himself perfectly satisfied that, whatever else frank might fail in, his eyesight was all right.
frank gave a great sigh of relief, and the captain went on to say that on the morrow he would write to several shipping firms known to him who owned sailing ships—he didn’t believe in steamers for beginners—and when he had learned their terms, and what vacancies were available, he would let mr. brown know, and advise him further as to his choice.
after which he took his leave with a fervent handshake from frank, who looked upon him as a sort of hero-deliverer who had come just in the nick of time to save his hopes from being thwarted. the parents, as might be expected, did not feel any such enthusiasm; yet even they were relieved, as people usually are when, after a long period of indecision, they have made up their minds to a certain course, however distasteful such a course has once appeared to them.
three days afterwards captain burns again called on the browns with a lot of correspondence from his ship-owning acquaintances, and after carefully going over the merits of each opening presented, gave his advice to accept the offer of quite a small firm in liverpool, owning three barques of medium size, from 800 to 1200 tons, usually making very[9] long voyages to out-of-the way parts of the world, wherever, in fact, they could get remunerative freights, no easy thing in these days of universal steamer competition.
he gave as his reason that this firm was not a limited company, but privately owned, and that the owners took a direct interest in the welfare of their servants, especially of their apprentices, whom they looked upon as their personal protégés, for whose well-being they were directly responsible. the premium they demanded was £50 for four years, half of which was returnable as wages. the requisite outfit would cost, so the captain said, about twenty pounds, and the total cost for the four years would be, or rather should be, less than £100. and if his advice were taken to accept the terms of messrs. chadwick & son, frank would within three weeks be at sea and his career begun, as they had a ship now loading for several ports in the south sea islands. she was a nice handy barque of about 1000 tons, only about fifteen years old, and he (the captain) knew her very well as being a most comfortable ship.
of course, having put himself implicitly in the captain’s hands, mr. brown had no criticisms or objections to offer, or any reasons for delay. and so the next few days were very busy ones for both him and his son, and they made many visits to liverpool under the guidance of the captain, who seemed to know everybody and his way about everywhere. they found the owner very courteous and sympathetic, but did not see the master of the sealark, as the barque was called, he being at[10] home in scotland on leave. they saw the vessel though, going on board of her in the brunswick docks, where she lay awaiting her cargo.
both frank and his father were very quiet as they explored the vessel’s cabin and fo’c’sle, under the guidance of the worn-out old sailor who was acting as shipkeeper, captain burns not being with them. everything looked so cold, and cheerless, and forlorn. besides, there was a smell hanging about everywhere as of decaying things or bad drainage, which made both of them feel quite faint and sick, in spite of the keen wind which was blowing across the ship, and seemed to search every corner of it.
at last mr. brown, unable to subdue his curiosity any longer, asked the old seaman whatever the stench could mean, frank listening eagerly for the answer.
“oh,” replied the shipkeeper, “she’s just home from the chinchee islands with guanner, and that stinks about as bad as anything i knows on.”
“do you mean to say, then,” asked the father, “that the poor fellows who sailed this ship had to bear this horrible smell all the voyage?”
“oh no,” answered the ancient mariner, “only on the passage home, about three months and a half. and then, you see, as they had the full flavour of it while they was aloading her, they’d got so used to it they wouldn’t notice it when they got to sea. it wasn’t near so bad then, although it was wuss nor what it is now. but lord bless you, sir, this ain’t nothin’. i ben shipmates with a cargo of creosoted sleepers out to bonos aires, an’ the stuff[11] was that strong our noses useter bleed when we come in the fo’c’sle. an’ all the grub was flavoured with strong tar, so that when we did get some fresh grub we’d lost our taste. didn’t get it back, either, for a jolly long time. now guanner only makes your grub a bit high-flavoured, sort of gamey, like as i’m told the gentry fancies their vittles. it all depends upon taste, and sailors ain’t supposed to have any.”
turning to his son, mr. brown said, “my boy, this is very different from what you expected, isn’t it? there isn’t much romantic adventure here, only dirt, discomfort, and squalor. i’m afraid you’ll repent very sorely of your decision.”
“oh no, dad,” eagerly responded frank, “i knew i should have to rough it, everybody has to that goes to sea. and i expect she’ll be very different when we get to sea and all the crew on board.”
“ah, that she will,” interrupted the shipkeeper; “you wouldn’t know her when once the crew’s settled down to work and cleaned her up. it’s no place to judge a ship in dock, when there’s been nobody by her for a week or two except a shipkeeper. she gets all neglected like an empty house without a caretaker.”
frank’s face shone with gratitude for the comfort, and even mr. brown looked less worried as he realised the truth of what the old man said. but he could not help feeling grieved to think how all the little niceties of life in which his son had been brought up would be out of the question here—the little den pointed out to him as the[12] “half-deck,” or boys’ apartment, being no larger than the boot-room at home, or about six feet square, and with absolutely no fittings of any kind except the four bunks. however, he reasoned that frank would look at these things in a different light altogether, and, stifling a sigh, he tipped the old man liberally and took his departure, saying no more to his son on the subject that day.
next day they said good-bye to their friend captain burns, who promised to correspond with them, and left lytham for home, frank almost bursting with pride as he donned his new uniform and thought of the sensation he would make among his friends at dewsbury. he tried hard not to be self-conscious, but it was a complete failure, for he knew how his sisters were gloating over him and saw how fondly yet sadly his mother’s eyes dwelt upon her handsome boy, looking so smart and manly in his new rig.
it was all like a glorious golden dream, and if ever a boy was happy he was. he did not even begrudge the delay, though it would be ten days before he was due to join his ship, because it would give him time to enjoy his triumph while pretending that he was only anxious to get away.
what a lovely time he had, to be sure, filling the hearts of all his boy friends with black envy of his luck, as they called it, being made much of by everybody, and seeing his father and mother grow prouder of him every day as if he was a young hero. indeed it was a good job for him that the time was short, or he would have been utterly[13] spoiled, for every one did their best to turn his head.
but the time flew by, and at last the eventful morning arrived when he must go. he was to make the journey to liverpool alone because business claimed his father, and his mother was not strong enough for such a trial. but that only made him feel prouder of his independence, and although he could not help feeling a lump in his throat as he stood at the carriage window and waved farewell to his parents and sisters on the platform, he speedily forgot them in boy fashion as he lolled back in his seat and assumed the air of a man while the train sped swiftly towards liverpool.
arriving at the exchange station, he skipped nimbly out upon the platform and gazed around him, somewhat bewildered at the noise and bustle, until he caught sight of the burly figure of captain burns, who, according to his promise, was there to meet him. they were soon in a cab, and, with frank’s chest and bag on top, threaded the crowded streets towards the dock. neither of them said much, for although frank had a thousand questions to ask, he was, like most boys, shy with his elders, and captain burns had put on the “captain” for the occasion.
they were soon alongside the sealark, which, even to frank’s inexperienced eyes, looked very different from when he had last seen her. her sails were bent and her rigging was all in place, while quite a gang of men were busy all about her putting the complications of her gear in[14] readiness for use at sea. they did not pause to admire her, for captain burns was not one of those garrulous old sailors who are such a nuisance to youngsters because they will keep talking and teaching as they call it, but getting swiftly on board and depositing frank’s luggage in the house, they sought the mate at once.
he was not a prepossessing personage, being a rough, coarsely clad man of about forty, with a voice like a bull and a scowl as if he had just taken offence at something. but he was very civil to captain burns, who, introducing frank, said, “here, mr. jenkins, is my young friend frank brown, the latest candidate for acquaintance with sou’spaining. try and make a man of him; he’s keen enough, i know, and he’s come to the right quarter for experience.”
the mate nodded with a grim smile, saying, “you’re about right there, sir. i’ll put him through his facings all right. he’ll be a reg’lar tar-pot by the time we get back.”
“now then, frank,” said captain burns, “this is the chief mate of the ship. next to the captain he’s your boss, and if you only do what he tells you as well as you can, and as quick as you can, and never try and skulk, he’ll make a prime sailor of ye. and that’s what you want to be, you know. now go and change those fine clothes for a suit of dungaree, that blue cotton stuff, you know. put your uniform away, for you won’t want it for a long time, and make haste on deck again ready to begin work. you can’t begin too soon. now good-bye and good luck to ye, and don’t forget to[15] show willing, it’s only skulkers that get into trouble at sea.”
and as frank turned away towards the house, captain burns said to the mate, “i think he’s a bit of the right stuff, strong and healthy, and i believe he’ll turn out all right. try and bring him on for my sake, and if you succeed with him i won’t forget you; you know i’ve got a bit of a pull at the office. so-long.”
and he was gone, having done his best for our hero as he considered, but having certainly arranged for master frank as severe a series of surprises as ever boy had. for the mate turned away muttering, “all right, captain burns, if i don’t put him through it won’t be my fault, and if he doesn’t earn his board of trade he can’t blame me. silly young ass, i suppose he’s worried his people to death to let him be a sailor, and now he thinks he is one. well, we’ll see.”
