Ben Burton: Born and Bred at Sea

by William Henry Giles Kingston

I found that Captain Oliver had paid off the “Grecian,” and commissioned a new frigate, the “Orion,” to which most of his officers and men had been turned over, and that she was about to proceed to the Indian station. “There was no use telling your poor mother this,” he observed. “The thoughts that you would be so long separated from her would only have added to her grief at parting from you, and as far as you are concerned, my boy, the time will soon pass by, and you will come back nearly ready for a swab on your shoulder.”

The tailor, under the Captain’s inspection, having examined the contents of my chest, made a note of the things I required besides. My outfit was soon complete.

“And now, my lad, my coxswain will take charge of you and your chest,” said the Captain, “and see you safely on board.”

Greatly to my delight, Toby Kiddle soon afterwards made his appearance. “Why, Mr Burton,” he said, and I thought his eyes twinkled as he addressed me with that title. “Why, you see, the Captain’s last coxswain slipped his cable a few months ago, and as I was one of the Captain’s oldest shipmates, and he knew he could trust me, he has appointed me, and I never wish to serve under a better captain.” Having purchased a few other articles with Farmer Cocks’ five-pound note, which Toby Kiddle suggested I should find useful, we chartered a wherry to go to the frigate.

Among other things I got two or three pounds of tobacco. “You see, Mr Burton, if you deal it out now and then to the men, it will show them that you have not forgotten them; and though you are on the quarter-deck, that you are not proud, as some youngsters show themselves, but still have a kindly feeling towards them.” I gladly followed his advice. As we approached the “Orion,” and I observed her handsome hull, her well-squared yards, and her trim and gallant appearance, I felt proud of belonging to so fine a frigate. The boatswain’s whistle was piping shrilly as we went up the side, and as my eye fell on the person who was sounding it, I had an idea that I recollected him. I asked Toby who he was. “Your old friend, Bill King,” he said. “I wanted to see whether you would remember him; I am glad you do. It is a good sign when old friends are not forgotten.”

While Kiddle got my chest up, and paid the boatman, I went and reported myself to Mr Schank as come on board; and very proud I felt as I stepped on the quarter-deck in my bran-new midshipman’s uniform. The First-Lieutenant, who was stumping on his wooden leg here and there with active movements, watching the proceedings of the various gangs of men at work in different ways, stopped when he saw me and smiled kindly. He had grown thinner, if not taller, since I last saw him, and looked somewhat like the scathed trunk of a once lofty poplar, battered and torn by a hundred tempests.

“You know the ways of a ship, Ben, pretty well, but as you are still somewhat small, I have asked Mr Oldershaw—one of the mates—to stand your friend, and he will give you a help also in navigation. And, Ben, mind, do not you be ashamed of asking him anything you want to know. You may live a long time on board ship, and still learn nothing about seamanship, if you do not keep your eyes open, and try to get others to explain what you do not understand.” As Mr Schank spoke, he beckoned to a grey-headed old mate who just then came on deck. “This is the youngster I spoke to you about, Mr Oldershaw,” he said. “You will have an eye on him, and I hope you will be able to give a good report of his behaviour.” I naturally looked up at my protector’s countenance, and was well-satisfied with the expression I saw on it. He soon afterwards took me down below, and on my way told me that I was to be in his watch, and that if I did not become a good seaman before the cruise was up, it should not be his fault.

“You see, Ben, I feel an interest in you on many accounts. I entered before the mast, and was placed on the quarter-deck, much as you may be said to have been, and was also left an orphan at an early age. I have not been very fortunate as to promotion; indeed, though my family were very respectable in life, I had no interest. I suppose some day I shall be made a lieutenant, and then I do not expect to rise much higher; but a lieutenant is a gentleman by rank, and though the half-pay is not overwhelming, yet, as I have saved a little prize-money, I shall have enough to keep me till I am placed under the green sward. When I visit some quiet churchyard, I often think how sweet a resting-place it would be after having been knocked about all one’s life on the stormy ocean, and after having met with so many disappointments and sorrows.”

I do not know what induced Oldershaw to speak to me in that way, for in truth he was one of the happiest and most contented people on board, so it seemed to me. While others grumbled and growled he never uttered a word of complaint in public, but took everything as it came, in the most good-humoured manner. He was a true friend to me from that time forward, and gave me many a lesson in wisdom as well as in other matters, which was of value to me through life. Tom Twigg who was the only midshipman I knew, received me cordially. There was another young gentleman, who, though he might have been older, was considerably smaller than I was. There was a roguish, mischievous look about the countenance of Dicky Esse, which showed me at once that I must be prepared for tricks of all sorts from him. Another mate was seated in the berth, to whom Oldershaw introduced me. His name, I found, was Pember. He was a broad-shouldered, rough-looking man, with a suspiciously red countenance and nose, his features marked and scored with small-pox and his eyelids so swelled, that only a portion of the inflamed balls could be seen. He uttered a low growl as I entered.

“We have kids enough on board already,” he observed. “They will be sending the nurses with them next.”