“‘So he shall!’ said I, walking up to the officer. ‘Now, sir, if you will let that man go, you may have me in his stead; and I’ll make bold to say, that there isn’t a man aboard this brig but will acknowledge that, blow high or blow low, I’m his equal, either aloft or at the helm, or in handling the lead. What say you, mates? Who’ll speak for me? It isn’t because I want to boast, you know; but I do want to save poor Bill Jackson from being pressed aboard a man-of-war!’
“‘He speaks the truth, that he does!’ exclaimed all the crew, who were mustered on deck. ‘There are few of us can come up to him.’
“‘I tell you, sir,’ said Captain Gale, ‘I should be very sorry to lose either Jackson or Poplar; but if you ask me which is the best seaman of the two, I am bound to say that Poplar is; and besides, in him you get a willing hand, who loves the sea, which I am sure poor Jackson does not.’
“‘Then Poplar let us have, by all means,’ answered the lieutenant, telling Jackson that he was free, and ordering us all to be smart in getting our traps ready to take with us.
“The captain, meantime, told me to bring him your papers, which I did, though I well knew that they were no protection to you, and so he discovered, and so I got your chest ready with the rest: and so you see, Jack, you and I are man-of-war’s men, and so, lad, let’s do our duty like men, and stand up boldly for our king and country.”
Peter’s hearty way of talking gave me spirits which I should not otherwise have felt. I never had before stood on the deck of a man-of-war, but I had heard a good deal about the cruelty and injustice practised on board them, from some of my shipmates; and I had, with the great mass of merchant-seamen in those days, and for many years afterwards, formed a strong prejudice against them. From the system which was practised in some ships, I naturally, with others, formed an opinion of the whole navy; and when I first found myself a pressed-man on board the Syren, I looked forward to a life of ill-treatment and wretchedness till I could again obtain my freedom. I truly believe, indeed, that had I not had Peter again as my counsellor, I should have yielded to the force of my impression, and have been guilty of the very conduct which would have brought me into trouble. I found a number of pressed-men and discontented men, and not a few bad characters in the ship, who were always ready to grumble at what was done, and whose great aim seemed to be how they could oftenest shirk duty, most speedily get drunk, and most readily break the rules and regulations of the service. At first I was inclined to think them somewhat fine fellows, lads of spirit, whose example was worthy of imitation; but Peter observing my tendency, very soon put their conduct in its true light.
“You see, Jack,” said he, “those fellows are, in the first place, acting a sneaking, unfair part, to their shipmates. The duty has to be got through, and so the willing, good men, have to do the work which those knaves neglect. Then they benefit by the laws of the country; and the country would go to ruin if it was without a navy, and the navy could not be kept up without the rules and regulations which they are always trying to break through. As to their drunkenness, it unfits them for duty. No man knows what he may do when he is drunk; and besides making him ill at the time, he who drinks to excess is guilty of suicide, as so doing will most certainly shorten his life. Just think what excuse will a man have to offer when he has thus hurried himself into the presence of his Maker! How awful will be the doom he cannot fail to receive! Then, again, those idle fellows who try to avoid work, are always getting into trouble, for no officer will find any excuse for them, or attempt to shield them; and they thus spend a much longer time than they idle away in the black list, or with the tingling of the cat on their backs. But, Jack, I don’t want any of these to be your motives for acting rightly. One motive should be sufficient for us all—and that is, the wish to do our duty to our God.”
I repeat here my kind friend’s advice, but it was long, very long, before it seemed to sink into the sandy soil of my heart, and to bring forth fruit. I am very glad that the press-gang system no longer exists. No man can any longer be forced to serve on board a man-of-war. The case, such as I have described, may appear hard when the master of a merchantman was deprived of a considerable portion of his crew—hard to him, and hard to the pressed-men, and harder in a pecuniary point of view to the underwriters, the property they had insured being thereby made much more liable to shipwreck; but still it was not one-tenth part as hard as numberless cases which I have known during my career afloat.
Little did I think when, from the mast-head of the Dolphin, I first saw the Syren heave in sight, that before that time on the following day I should form one of her crew. Such is the ever-changing scene of a sailor’s life!