Salt Water - The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the Midshipman

William Henry Giles Kingston

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Title: Salt Water
The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the Midshipman
Author: W. H. G. Kingston
Illustrator: C. J. de Lacey
Release Date: May 15, 2007 [EBook #21476]
Language: English
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W H G Kingston
"Salt Water"
Chapter One.
Neil D’Arcy’s Life at Sea.
My Ancestors—Larry Harrigan, and my Early Education—Choice of a
Profession—First Start in Life.
“The sea, the sea,” if not my mother, has been my nurse (and anything but a dry
one) from the earliest days of my recollection. I was born within the sound of old
ocean’s surges; I dabbled in salt water before I could run; and I have floated on
salt water, and have been well sprinkled with it too, from that time to the
present. It never occurred to me, indeed, that I could be anything but a sailor. In
my innocence, I pictured a life on the ocean wave as the happiest allowed to
mortals; and little did I wot of all the bumpings and thumpings, the blows and the
buffetings, I was destined to endure in the course of it. Yet, even had I expected
them, I feel very certain they would not have changed my wishes. No, no. I was
mightily mistaken with regard to the romance of the thing, I own; but had I to
begin life again, with all its dangers and hardships, still I would choose the oceanfor my home—the glorious navy of England for my profession.
But now for my antecedents. I will not trouble the reader with many of them. I
was born at the family seat in the south of Ireland. My mother died while I was
very young, and my father, Colonel D’Arcy, who had seen much service in the
army and had been severely wounded, after a lingering illness, followed her to
the grave. During this time I was committed to the charge of Larry Harrigan, the
butler and family factotum; and, in truth, I desired no better companion, for well
did I love the old man. He was a seaman every inch of him, from his cherished
pigtail to the end of the timber toe on which he had long stumped through the
world. He had been coxswain to my maternal grandfather, a captain in the navy,
who was killed in action. Larry had gone to sea with him as a lad, and they had
seldom been separated. A few minutes before his commander, in the moment of
victory, lost his life, Larry had his leg shot away; and on being paid off, he
repaired to where my mother’s family were residing. When my father married,
he offered the old seaman an asylum beneath his roof. He certainly did not eat
the bread of idleness there, for no one about the place was more generally
useful. There was nothing he could not do or make, and in spite of his loss of a
limb, he was as active as most people possessed with the usual complement of
supporters.
Larry had loved my mother as his own child, and for her sake he loved me more
than anything else on earth. As he considered it a part of his duty to instruct me
in his own accomplishments, which being chiefly of a professional character, I at
a very early age became thoroughly initiated in the mysteries of knotting,
bending, and splicing, and similar nautical arts. I could point a rope, work a
Turk’s-head, or turn in an eye, as well as many an A.B. Not content with this, he
built me a model of a ship, with her rigging complete. He then set to work to
teach me the names of every rope and spar; and when I knew them and their
uses, he unrigged the ship and made me rig her again under his inspection. This I
did several times, till he considered I was perfect. He next bought fresh stuff for
a new suit of rigging, and made me cut it into proper lengths and turn it all in
correctly before I set it up.
“Now you see, Master Neil,” said he, “we’ve just got the lovely Psyche out of the
hands of the shipwrights, and it’s our duty to get the rigging over her mastheads,
and fit her for sea as fast as the work can be done; so let’s see how soon we can
do the job.”
Such were our indoor amusements, and thus I rapidly acquired an amount of
knowledge which most midshipmen take a long time to get stowed away in their
heads. Larry also used to take me out on the waters of the bay, and taught me
to row and to manage the sails of a small boat with tolerable dexterity. I learned
also to swim; and had it not been for my possession of that art, I should probably
long ago have been food for fishes. And here I must endeavour strongly to
impress on the minds of my young readers the importance of learning to swim
well; for not only may they thus be enabled to save their own lives, but they may
have the happiness of preserving those of their fellow-creatures.
While my poor father lived, he attended to the more intellectual branches of my
education. My mother taught me to read, and for her sake I loved reading. She
also instilled those religious principles into me which have been my support
through life. Short and fleeting as was the time she remained on earth,
inestimable were the blessings she bestowed on me. Whatever of the milk of
human kindness flows round my heart, from her gentle bosom I drew it forth;
and surely I do not err when I believe that her earnest prayers before the throne
of mercy have caused watchful spirits to shield me from the perils of the stormyocean, and from still greater dangers, the treacherous quicksands and dark
rocks which have laid in my course through life.
I was ten years old before it occurred to any one that a little of the discipline of a
school might be beneficial to me, to prepare me somewhat better than I could
be prepared at home to rough it in the rude world into which I was ere long to be
plunged. To the academy, therefore, of a certain Doctor Studdert, near Cork, I
was sent, where I contrived to pick up a few crumbs of knowledge and some
experience of life. I had no great dislike to school, but liked home much better;
and no one sung—
“Packing up and going away,
All for the sake of a holiday,”
more joyously than did I when my first midsummer holiday came round.
Larry was on the watch for me as I jumped out of the carriage which had been
sent over to Kerry to meet me. The old seaman had expected me to come back
a prodigy of learning; but was horrified to discover that I was puzzled how to
make a carrick-bend, and had nearly forgotten the length of the Psyche’s main-
top bowline.
“And that’s what the Doctor calls schooling, does he, Master Neil?” he exclaimed,
indignantly. “Now I’ll make bold to say that among all the bigwigs he has under
him, including himself, there isn’t one on ’em knows how to gammon a bowsprit
or turn in a dead-eye. Now, to my mind, if they can’t give you more larning than
you’ve got since you’ve been away, you’d better stop at home altogether.”
I agreed with Larry, but the higher authorities ruled otherwise; so back to school I
went at the end of the holidays, having regained all the nautical knowledge I
before possessed, with a little in addition.
I will pass over the sad time of my brave father’s death. I was left to the
guardianship of my uncle, Counsellor D’Arcy, the great Dublin barrister, and of
Doctor Driscoll. I was removed to the house of the latter, with poor Larry, who
threatened to do all sorts of dreadful deeds, if he were not allowed to
accompany me. My patrimony, which had become somewhat attenuated, was in
the meantime put out to nurse. I was rather surprised at not being sent back to
school, when one day the Doctor, as he sat cross-legged before the fire after
dinner, rubbing his shins, called me to him.
“Neil, my boy, your uncle, Counsellor D’Arcy, has requested me to speak to you
on a very important subject. It is time, he thinks, that your studies should be
directed to fit you for the profession you may select. What would you wish to be,
now? Have you ever thought on the matter? Would you like to follow his steps,
and study the law; or those of your honoured father, and enter the army; or
those of your grandfather, and go to sea; or would you like to become a
merchant, or a clergyman; or what do you say to the practice of medicine?”
“That I would never take a drop, if I could help it, Doctor; or give it to others
either,” I answered. “I fear that I should make a bad minister, and a worse
merchant; and as for the law, I would not change places with the Counsellor
himself, if he were to ask me. I should have no objection to the army; but if I’m
to choose my profession, I’ll go to sea, by all means. I’ve no fancy for any but a
sea life; but I’ll just go and talk the matter over with Larry, and hear what he
thinks about it.”
The Doctor said nothing. He considered, I conclude, that he had obeyed myuncle’s