“I wish that I was a boy, Jack, that I might go also,” she exclaimed. “We shall be very, very sorry to lose you,” she added after a short silence; “but then, you know, you will come back, and how glad we all shall be to see you again.”
Bill told me how well pleased he was that father had given me leave to go to sea. “But I want you to study navigation at once, so that you may become an officer as soon as possible. You’ll never get on without that,” he said, and producing an old, well-thumbed edition of Hamilton Moore’s “Epitome of Navigation,” he added, “I’ll give you this, Jack. It has served me, and will serve you well if you master it as I’ve done.” How I did prize that book! I doubt if I ever valued anything more in my life. My brother, I should have said, had been at an excellent nautical school in Deal, established a few years before by several officers of the Royal Navy, where he gained much credit by his intelligence and attention to his studies. As soon as it was finally settled that I was to go to sea I was sent to the same school on the day my brother left home to go on his next voyage. I easily passed in, as I knew all the simple rules of arithmetic thoroughly, and was pretty well up in decimals. Having learned from my brother that the use of logarithms and the first principles of geometry would soon be taught me at school, with his help I had at once set to work on them, and after he went away I continued my studies in the evenings when other boys were at play, so that I quickly mastered all those necessary preliminaries. I consequently got over them at school with a rapidity which astonished the master, and with no little pride I heard the inspector, a naval captain, remark, “First-rate boy—beats his brother—be a master in a jiffy.”
The result of my working so hard out of hours was that at our annual examination I took the first prize, and was shortly afterwards pronounced fit to be sent to sea. As I still held to my wish to go, my father at once wrote to the owners of several first-class South Sea whalers, who immediately agreed to send me as an apprentice on board one of their ships, the “Eagle,” Captain Hake, just about to sail for the Pacific.
On the night before my departure I slept but little for thinking of the novel and wonderful scenes I expected to go through, and I am pretty sure that my kind mother did not close her eyes, but from a different cause. She was thinking of parting from me, and of the dangers to which I was to be exposed. She was praying that I might be preserved from them I know, for she told me so. At three o’clock in the morning she called me up, that I might be ready to start with my father by the mail coach for Margate, whence we were to go up the river to London by steamer. How earnestly did my pious father at family prayers, which he never omitted, commend me to the care of Him who watches over all the creatures of His hands! I felt that there was a reality in that prayer, such as I had never before comprehended.
Breakfast over, and parting embraces given, we started, and rattling away to Margate, were soon on board the “Royal Adelaide” on our way up the Thames. Bitter as was the cold, I was too much occupied in running about and examining everything connected with the steamer to mind it. The helm, the machinery, the masts and rigging, the huge paddle-wheels, the lead and lead-line, all came under my notice. As I was in no ways bashful I made the acquaintance of several persons on board, and among others I spoke to a lad considerably my senior, whose dress and well-bronzed face and hands showed me that he was a sailor.
“Are you going to sea, youngster?” he asked, looking me over from head to foot, as if to judge how far I was cut out for a nautical life.
“Yes, in a few days, I hope, on board the ‘Eagle,’” I answered.
“That is curious; she is the ship I belong to,” he remarked. “You’re in luck, for she’s a smart craft, and, as things go, we are tolerably comfortable on board; but you must be prepared to take the rough with the smooth, mind you; there are a good many things to rub against afloat as well as ashore, you’ll find.”
“And what sort of man is the captain?” I asked somewhat eagerly, anxious to know the character of my future commander.
“The captain is the captain, and while you are on board his ship you’d better not rub against him, but listen to what he tells you to do, and do it; sharp’s the word with him.” I was not much the wiser from this information, but I gathered from it that Captain Hake was a man who would stand no nonsense. I determined at all events to learn my duty, and to try and perform it to the best of my power. I next asked my new friend his name, supposing that, though he looked young, he might be one of the mates.