The part that interested Tom the most was the news that came now and then of the great sea battles; that being the year that the noble old Constitution did her best fighting.
When Tom Granger came to Philadelphia, he found matters at a very different pass from what they were in Eastcaster, for there was talk just at that time of Commodore Beresford sailing up the river to bombard the town; so Tom found the streets full of people and everything in great fervent, as it had been for some time past.
Just outside of the town, the stage passed near to where two regiments of militia were encamped one of them not far from Greys Ferry.
The next morning after Tom came to Philadelphia, he called at the office of old Mr. Nicholas Lovejoy, who was the owner of the ship in which he had last sailed. It was the Quaker City, and Tom had had the berth of third mate aboard her, which was a higher grade than he had ever held up to that time.
Mr. Lovejoy, beside being the owner of two good ships himself, one of which, Tom had reason to think, was then lying at the docks, had a great deal of influence with other merchants and ship owners. He had always been very friendly to Tom, and had said pleasant things of him and to him more than once, so Tom had great hopes of getting a berth through him without much loss of time.
His wish was to ship to the West Indies, if he could, as that did not seem so far away from home.
Mr. Lovejoy was at his desk when Tom came into the office; a great pile of letters and papers were in front of him, which he was busy in looking over. He shook hands cordially with the young man and bade him be seated. Tom told him what he wanted, and Mr. Lovejoy listened to him very pleasantly. When he was done, the old gentleman said frankly that there was a poor chance of his getting any berth just then, for that no shipping was being done, the Delaware having been blockaded since the first of the year.
Mr. Lovejoy did not know at that time that the blockade had been raised, for it was not until a week or so afterward that the despatch came to Philadelphia telling how Beresford had tried to land for water at Lewestown, in Delaware, and not being able to do so, had given up the whole business as an ill piece of work and had sailed away to the Bermudas.
Mr. Lovejoy furthermore told Tom that there were three privateers being fitted up at the docks, one of which was about ready to sail.
In those days there was a great deal of feeling against privateering, and I cannot say that it was altogether ill-grounded, for some very cloudy things were done by certain vessels that sailed under letters of marque.
Mr. Lovejoy was a fine looking old gentleman, with a very red face and very white hair, which was tied behind into a queue with a black silk ribbon. He was never seen dressed in anything but plain black clothes with bright silver buttons, black silk stockings and pumps. His frilled shirt front stood out like a half moon and was stiffly starched and as white as snow.
After Tom and he had talked a little while together, he arose, and going to a closet in the side of the chimney place, brought out a decanter of fine old sherry and two glasses, both of which he filled. Tom Granger was not fond of wine, not from any conscientious feeling, but because that the taste was not pleasant to him. Still, he took his glass of wine and drank it too, for it is never well to decline favors from men in power, like Mr. Nicholas Lovejoy.
After the old gentleman had finished his glass of wine, he drew out his fine cambric handkerchief and wiped his lips.
Tom, said he.
Sir, said Tom.
Why dont you ship on board of a privateersman?
I couldnt do it, sir, said Tom.
Why not?
Well, sir; it may sound very foolish of me to say so, but the truth is that I dont like the fighting.
Dont like the fighting! said Mr. Lovejoy, raising his eyebrows. Come, Tom, that wont do. Why, when that junk attacked the Quaker City off Ceylon, there was not a man aboard that fought like you. Captain Austin told me all about it, though you would never do so, and I havent forgotten it. And now you pretend to tell me that you are afraid.
No, sir, said Tom Granger, very hot about the ears; it aint that; its the kind of fighting that I dont like. When such a junkfull of coolies as that was came down on us, a man was bound to fight for his own life and the lives (and more beside) of the women aboard, and there was no great credit to him in doing it. If the worst came to the worst, I wouldnt so much mind entering the navy, but I dont like the notion of going out to run foul of some poor devil of a merchant captain, who, maybe, has all of his fortune in his ship, and thats the truth sir.
But, Tom, the navy does the same thing.
Yes, sir, said Tom, but they do it for the sake of war, while privateers go out for their own gain alone. I dont see, sir, that they are so very much better than pirates, except that they dont do so much murder and that the law allows them.
At this, Mr. Lovejoys face began to grow a little bit redder than usual. Very well, said he, getting up and standing with his back to the fire, suit yourself.
By this Tom knew that it was intended for him to go, which he accordingly did.
Just as he got to the door, Mr. Lovejoy spoke again: Lookee, Tom, you are an able seaman, none better. Think this matter over a little more, and if you are inclined to go on a privateering cruise, after all, I think that I may, perhaps, be able to get you a place aboard of as tight a craft as ever floated on salt water, and, maybe, a better berth than you ever had in your life before. There are some fat pickings down toward the West Indies just now; I shouldnt wonder at all if, with the berth that I think I can get you, you would clear a thousand or twelve hundred dollars in the first twelve months. Good morning; come to-morrow and let me know what you decide on. Then the old gentleman seated himself at the desk and began to look over his papers again, and Tom left him.
He went straight to his lodging-house (it was the old Ship and Anchor, a great place for sailors in those days), and his mind was all of a swirl and eddy like the waters astern.
It was a nasty, drizzly, muggy day, and Tom stood leaning on the window-sill in the bar-room, trying to look out into the street through the dirty, fly-specked window. The room was full of sailors, many of them, no doubt, belonging to the privateers that were fitting out at the docks, of which Mr. Lovejoy had spoken. There was a party of them playing cards at a sloppy table that stood beside the bar. The day was so dark with the rainy drizzle that they had a lighted candle amongst them, so that they might be able to see the game. The room, hazy with tobacco smoke, was full of the noise of loud talking and the air was reeking with the heavy smell of hot liquors. But, Tom stood looking out of the window, with his mind all of a toss and a tumble; for the last words of old Nicholas Lovejoy sounded in his ears through all the loud talking and foul words: I shouldnt wonder if you would clear a thousand or twelve hundred dollars in the first twelve months.
At times they sounded so clearly that he could almost believe that they were spoken by some one standing beside him. The more that the words rang in his ears, the more he thought what a fool he had been in not taking up with Mr. Lovejoys half offer. Why should he be squeamish? If every one were so, things would come to a pretty pass, for the navy was weak in numbers and the British were sending out their privateers all over the ocean; and who was to fight them and protect our own shipping if no one helped the navy?