Фредерик Марриет - Jacob Faithful стр 20.

Tom, boy, haul up the skiff and paddle on shore with the bundle; ask the old woman how she is, and tell her Im hearty. Tom was in the boat in a moment, and pulling lustily for the shore. That makes me recollect when I returned to my mother, ater the first three years of my sea service. I borrowed the skiff from the skipper.I was in a Greenland-man, my first ship, and pulled ashore to my mothers cottage under the cliff. I thought the old soul would have died with joy. Here old Tom was silent, brushed a tear from his eye, and, as usual, commenced a strain, sotto voce:

How, miserable, continued he, after another pause, the poor thing was when I would go to seahow she begged and prayedboys have no feeling, thats sartin.

However, she got used to it at last, as the woman said when she skinned the ells. Toms a good boy, Jacob, but not steady, as they say you are. His mother spoils him, and I cant bear to be cross to him neither; for his hearts in the right place, after all. Theres the old woman shaking her dish-clout at us as a signal. I wish I had gone on shore myself, but I cant step into these paper-built little boats without my timber toes going through at the bottom.

Chapter Nine

Tom then shoved off the skiff. When half-way between the lighter and the shore, while his mother stood watching us, he lay on his oars. Tom, Tom! cried his mother, shaking her fist at him, as he stooped down his head; if you do, Tom!

Tom, Tom! cried his father, shaking his fist also; if you dare, Tom!

But Tom was not within reach of either party; and he dragged a bottle out of the basket which his mother had entrusted to him, and putting it to his mouth, took a long swig.

Thats enough, Tom! screamed his mother, from the shore.

Thats too much, you rascal! cried his father, from the barge.

Neither admonition was, however, minded by Tom, who took what he considered his allowance, and then very coolly pulled alongside, and handed up the basket and bundle of clean clothes on deck. Tom then gave the boats painter to his father, who, I perceived, intended to salute him with the end of it as soon as he came up; but Tom was too knowinghe surged the boat ahead, and was on deck and forward before his father could stump up to him. The main hatch was open, and Tom put that obstacle between his father and himself before he commenced his parley.

Whats the matter, father? said Tom, smiling, and looking at me.

Matter, you scamp! How dare you touch the bottle?

The bottlethe bottles there, as good as ever.

The grog is what I meanhow dare you drink it?

I was half-way between my mother and you, and so I drank success and long life to you both. Aint that being a very dutiful son?

I wish I had my legs back again, you rascal!

You wish you had the grog back again, you mean, father.

You have to choose betweenfor if you had the grog youd keep your legs.

For the matter of drinking the grog, you scamp, you seem determined to stand in my shoes.

Well, shoes are of no use to you now, fatherwhy shouldnt I? Why dont you trust me? If you hadnt locked the cupboard, I wouldnt have helped myself. And Tom, whose bootlace was loose, stooped down to make it fast.

Old Tom, who was still in wrath, thought this a good opportunity, as his sons head was turned the other way, to step over the bricks, with which, as I before said, the lighter had been laden level with the main hatchway, and take his son by surprise. Tom, who had no idea of this manoeuvre, would certainly have been captured, but, fortunately for him, one of the upper bricks turned over, and let his fathers wooden leg down between two of the piles, where it was jammed fast. Old Tom attempted to extricate himself, but could not. Tom, Tom, come here, cried he, and pull me out.

Not I, replied Tom.

Jacob, Jacob, come here; Tom, run and take the helm.

Not I, replied Tom.

Jacob, never mind the helm, shell drift all right for a minute, cried old Tom; come and help me.

But I had been so amused with the scene, and having a sort of feeling for young Tom, that I declared it impossible to leave the helm without her going on the banks. I therefore remained, wishing to see in what way the two Toms would get out of their respective scrapes.

Confound these! Tom, you scoundrel, am I to stick here all day?

No, father, I dont suppose you will. I shall help you directly.

Well, then, why dont you do it?

Because I must come to terms. You dont think Id help myself to a thrashing, do you?

I wont thrash you, Tom. Shiver my timbers if I do.

Theyre in a fair way of being shivered as it is, I think. Now, father, were both even.

Hows that?

Why you clapped a stopper over all on me this morning, and now youve got one on yourself.

Well, then, take off mine, and Ill take off yours.

If I unlock your leg, youll unlock the cupboard?

Yes.

And you promise me a stiff one after dinner?

Yes, yes, as stiff as I stand here.

No, that will be too much, for it would set me fast. I only like it about half-and-half, as I took it just now.

Tom, who was aware that his father would adhere to his agreement, immediately went to his assistance, and throwing out some of the upper bricks, released him from his confinement. When old Tom was once more on deck and on his legs, he observed, Its an ill wind that blows nobody good. The loss of my leg has been the saving of you many a time, Mr Tom.

It was now time to anchor, as we were meeting the flood. Tom, who officiated as cook, served up the dinner, which was ready; and we were all very pleasant; Tom treating his father with perfect confidence. As we had not to weigh again for some hours, our repast was prolonged, and old Tom, having fulfilled his promise to his son of a stiff one, took one or two himself, and became very garrulous.

Come, spin us a good yarn, father; weve nothing to do, and Jacob will like to hear you.

Well, then, so I will, answered he; what shall it be about?

Fire and water, of course, replied Tom.

Well, then, Ill tell you something about both, since you wish it; how I came into his Majestys sarvice, through fire, and how the officer who pressed me went out of it through water. I was still prentice, and wanted about three months to sarve my time, when, of course, I should no longer be protected from sarving the king, when the ship I was in sailed up the Baltic with a cargo of bullocks. We had at least two hundred on board, tied up on platforms on every deck, with their heads close to the sides, and all their sterns looking in-board. They were fat enough when they were shipped, but soon dwindled away: the weather was very bad, and the poor creatures rolled against each other, and slipped about in a way that it pitied you to see them. However, they were stowed so thick, that they held one another up, which proved of service to them in the heavy gales which tossed the ship about like a pea in a rattle. We had joined a large convoy, and were entering the Sound, when, as usual, it fell calm, and out came the Danish gunboats to attack us. The men-of-war who had charge of the convoy behaved nobly; but still they were becalmed, and many of us were a long way astern. Our ship was pretty well up; but she was too far in-shore; and the Danes made a dash at us with the hope of making a capture. The men-of-war, seeing what the enemy were about, sent boats to beat them off; but it was too late to prevent them boarding, which they did. Not wishing to peep through the bars of the gaol at Copenhagen, we left the ship in our boats on one side, just as the Danes boarded on the other, and pulled towards the men-of-wars armed boats coming to our assistance. The men-of-wars boats pulled right for the ship to retake her, which they did, certainly, but not before the enemy had set fire to the vessel, and had then pulled off towards another. Seeing this, the men-of-wars boats again gave chase to the Danes, leaving us to extinguish the flames, which were now bursting out fore and aft, and climbing like fiery serpents up to the main catharprings. We soon found that it was impossible; we remained as long as the heat and smoke would permit us, and then we were obliged to be off, but I shall never forget the roaring and moaning of the poor animals who were then roasting alive. It was a cruel thing of the Danes to fire a vessel full of these poor creatures. Some had broken loose, and were darting up and down the decks goring others, and tumbling down the hatchways; others remained trembling, or trying to snuff up a mouthful of fresh air amongst the smoke; but the struggling and bellowing, as the fire caught the vessel fore and aft, and was grilling two hundred poor creatures at once, was at last shocking, and might have been heard for a mile. We did all we could. I cut the throats of a dozen, but they kicked and struggled so much, falling down (upon), and treading you under their feet; and one lay upon me, and I expected to be burnt with them, for it was not until I was helped that I got clear of the poor animal. So we stayed as long as we could, and then left them to their fate; and the smell of burnt meat, as we shoved off, was as horrible as the cries and wailings of the poor beasts themselves. The men-of-wars boats returned, having chased away the Danes, and very kindly offered us all a ship, as we had lost our own, so that you see that by fire I was forced into his Majestys sarvice. Now, the boat that took us belonged to one of the frigates who had charge of the convoy, and the lieutenant who commanded the boat was a swearing, tearing sort of a chap, who lived as if his life was to last for ever.