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Title: The Loss of the Royal George

Author: W.H.G. Kingston

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The Loss of the Royal George, by W.H.G. Kingston.

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A beautifully written but short little book.  The actual loss of the
Royal George occurs in a few paragraphs in chapter four, but the whole
of the rest of the book concerns a small child who had been brought on
board the vessel by a lady presumed to be his aunt.  The child survives
the accident, but the lady he was with was drowned.  The child was
rescued, and was brought up by a crew-member, having a good career in
the Royal Navy.  In the last chapter his true parentage is discovered,
and all is made well.

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THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON.



CHAPTER ONE.

My father, Richard Truscott, was boatswain of the _Royal George_, one of
the finest ships in the navy.  I lived with mother and several brothers
and sisters at Gosport.

Father one day said to me, "Ben, you shall come with me, and we'll make
a sailor of you.  Maybe you'll some day walk the quarter-deck as an
officer."

I did not want to go to sea, and I did not care about being an officer;
indeed I had never thought about the matter, but I had no choice in it.
I was but a very little chap, and liked playing at marbles, or "chuck
penny," in our backyard, better than anything else.

"He is too small yet to be a sailor," said mother.

"He is big enough to be a powder-monkey," observed my father; and as he
was not a man who chose to be contradicted, he the next day took me
aboard his ship, then fitting out in Portsmouth harbour, to carry the
flag of Admiral Sir Edward Hawke.  She was indeed a proud ship, with the
tautest masts and the squarest yards of any ship in the British navy.
She carried one hundred and four guns, all of brass--forty-two pounders
on the lower-deck; thirty-two on the middle deck; and twenty-four
pounders on the quarter-deck, forecastle, poop, and main-deck.  She had
huge lanterns at her poop, into which four or five of us boys could stow
ourselves away; and from the time she was first launched, in 1756, the
flag of some great admiral always floated from the masthead.  When my
father left me, to attend to his duty, I thought I should have been lost
in the big ship, with deck above deck, and guns all alike one another on
either side; and hundreds of men bawling and shouting, and rushing about
here and there and everywhere.  Sitting down on a chest, outside his
cabin,--my legs were not long enough to reach the deck,--I had a good
cry; and a number of boys, some of them not much bigger than myself,
came and had a look at me, but they did not jeer, or play me any tricks,
for they had found out that I was the bo'sun's son, and that they had
better not.  I soon, however, recovered, and learned to find my way, not
only from one deck to another, but up aloft; and before many days were
over, had been up to the main-truck; though when my father heard of it,
for he was below at the time, he told me not to go again till I was
bigger.  As I was continually, from ignorance, getting into scrapes, and
he could not keep an eye on me himself, he gave me in charge to Jerry
Dix, the one-legged fiddler and cook's mate.  Jerry could take very good
care of me, but was less able to take care of himself when he had got
his grog aboard, and more than once when this happened I had to watch
over him.  This made us firm friends, and I am very sure that he had a
sincere affection for me.

England was now engaged in what was known as the Seven Years' War, which
began in 1756, and had been going on for three years, the ships of
England fighting those of France whenever they could find them, and
generally giving them a drubbing.  Our ship, which carried, as I have
said, the flag of Admiral Sir Edward Hawke, had, with several other
line-of-battle ships, been for some time watching the French fleet,
under Admiral Conflans, shut up in Brest harbour, when, a heavy gale
coming on, we were obliged to put into Torbay for shelter.  We remained
there for some time, while it blew great guns and small arms, which
Jerry told me would keep the French ships shut up in harbour as securely
as would our cannon.  At length the weather moderated, and our admiral
made the signal for the fleet to sail.  It was a fine sight to see
twenty-four line-of-battle ships, beside the _Royal George_, mostly
seventy-four's, some larger and some smaller, getting under way
together, and standing over to the enemy's coast.  We were a few hours
later than we should have been, however, for on our arrival we heard
that Admiral Conflans had just before slipped out of Brest harbour, and
sailed away for Quiberon Bay, hoping to cut off a small English squadron
under Commodore Duff at anchor there.

We made all sail in chase, but a strong south-easterly wind blew in
their teeth, and it was four days before we arrived off Belle Isle, when
we were joined by Commodore Duff, with four fifty-gun ships and six
frigates.  Early in the morning, the _Maidstone_, one of our look-out
frigates, made the signal that the enemy's fleet was in sight!  We, on
this, threw out the signal for our ships to form in line, while the
frigate was sent inshore to ascertain how far we were from it.  You will
understand that the fog prevented us from seeing the land or the enemy,
and from the same cause it was no easy matter, as we all sailed close
together, to prevent one ship from running into another.

We had not long to wait, however, before, the fog lifting, we caught
sight of the French fleet, crowding all sail to get away from us, for
their frigates had found out our fleet, while ours had discovered
theirs.  We made all sail in chase, both the enemy's ships and ours
having every stitch of canvas they could carry.  In about three hours
the van of our fleet got up with them.

I remember standing by my father's side, in the forecastle, and thinking
what a grand sight it was, as the _Warspite_ and _Dorchester_ gallantly
commenced firing their broadsides into the enemy.  The next ship that
got into action was the _Magnanime_, commanded by the brave Lord Howe,
followed quickly by the _Revenge_, _Torbay_, _Montagu_, and many others
whose names are known to fame.  There was a heavy sea running at the
time, and, big as were our ships, they kept tumbling about so much that
we were unable to fight our lower-deck guns.  The captain of one of the
French ships, the _Thesee_, engaged with the _Torbay_, thought that he
could do so; and Captain Keppel, who commanded the English seventy-four,
unwisely followed his example.  The two ships were thus hotly engaged,
firing their broadsides into each other, when we saw the Frenchman give
a lurch to starboard, and then down she went; out of all her gallant
crew of eight hundred men, only twenty being saved by the British boats.
The _Torbay_ was very nearly following her, but by great exertions the
guns were run in, and the ports closed, though not till she had shipped
a good deal of water.  Directly afterwards another Frenchman sank before
our eyes, as we guessed, from the same cause.

I can't say that I saw much more of what took place, for we were now
going into action, and I was sent below to attend to my duty, which was
to bring up ammunition in a tub, and to sit upon it on the main-deck,
with the other ship's boys, till it was wanted to load the guns.  We
were soon thundering away at the enemy, clouds of smoke filling the
space between the decks, through which I could dimly see the crews of
the guns, stripped to the waist, running them in to load, and running
them out again as rapidly as they could.  Shouts from the upper deck
reached us, and we heard that one of the French ships had struck, but so
heavy a sea was running, that no boat could be lowered to take
possession of her; several others were also severely handled, and one
completely dismasted.  Night was coming on; and as we were but a short
distance from the shore, the admiral made a signal for the fleet to
anchor, and we, rounding-to, brought up.  There we lay, the wind roaring
and the sea foaming and tossing around us, anxiously waiting for
daylight.  I had not seen my father, who was, as I supposed, at his
station on the upper deck, when the order came to secure the guns.  I
was still sitting on my tub joking with the other boys, who were
congratulating themselves at not being killed, when Jerry Dix came
stumping along the deck towards me; he took my hand kindly, and I
thought I saw him wipe away a tear from his eye.

"What is the matter, Jerry?"  I asked, seeing that something was wrong.

"Ben, my boy, he that's gone told me to look after you, and so I will as
long as I have a shot in the looker.  You don't hear his pipe, do you?
and you never will no more.  There's the order to return powder to the
magazine--as soon as you come up again, look out for me."

The other boys and I hurried below to the magazine with our tubs; as
soon as I came up I looked out for Jerry.

"What were you talking about?"  I asked, having a feeling that something
had happened to my father, though I scarcely dared to ask what.

"As I was saying, Ben, you have a friend in me if you have no other,"
said Jerry, again taking my hand.  "You will grieve, my boy, I know, but
it can't be helped; so I must out with it.  We have not lost many men,
but one has gone who was worth a dozen of the best; the Frenchman's
round shot coming aboard took off his head, and deprived you of your
father and us of our bo'sun."

"Do you mean to say that father's killed?"  I asked in a trembling
voice, unable to believe the fact.

"Yes, boy, he has sounded his last pipe; we shall no more hear his voice
rousing up all hands, or hailing the maintop; but he died doing his
duty.  We could have better spared a worse man, but there is no help for
it and so, Ben, don't pipe your eye."

Notwithstanding Jerry's exhortations, I did, however, cry heartily as I
lay in my hammock; and even the other boys respected my sorrow, though
it did not last long, I must confess.

The next day was an exciting one.  As the morning broke, we saw our
prize on shore, and another French ship at anchor dismasted; she, on
seeing us, also ran on shore; when the _Essex_, a sixty-four, being sent
in to take possession of her, was also wrecked; while another ship, the
_Resolution_, seventy-four, was discovered on the rocks, the sea beating
over her; and, before assistance could be sent, most of her gallant crew
had perished.  We succeeded, however, in burning the two French ships;
but others, which were almost falling into our hands, by heaving their
guns overboard, managed to escape up the river, where we could not
follow.

"Although we have gained the victory, I do not see that we have gained
much else for our trouble," observed Jerry, who was a philosopher in his
way.  "We have, you see, destroyed four French ships, and sent well-nigh
two thousand Frenchmen, more or less, out of the world, but then we have
lost two of our own ships and some hundred British seamen; and, worse
than all, our brave bo'sun, your father."

The loss of my father was not to be repaired.  I cannot say what might
have happened had he lived, but losing him I grew up from boy to man,
knocking about the world with many a chance of being knocked on the
head, and yet with not the slightest hope of ever treading the
quarter-deck as an officer--not that I ever thought about that.  Jerry
proved my firm friend.  Though fond of his grog, for my sake he kept
sober, that he might better look after me.

"Your father, Ben, lent me a helping hand when I had not a shot in the
locker and was well-nigh starving, and it's my duty to help you; and so
I will, boy, as long as I can keep my fiddle-stick moving, and get a
crust to put into my mouth."

Jerry did me an essential service, for having seen better days he had
got some learning, which was more than most men in the ship possessed,
and he taught me to read and write, of which I knew nothing when I came
to sea.  Even my father, though boatswain of a line-of-battle ship, had
not been much of a scholar.  However, I am not now going to write about
myself or my own adventures.  When the ship was paid off, as my poor
mother could not support me, and I had no fancy for any other calling, I
went to sea again with Jerry, who got the rating of cook's mate on board
the _Thunderer_, seventy-four.

I was now a stout lad, and could stand to my gun or handle a cutlass as
well as any man.  We were stationed off Cadiz, with three other smaller
vessels, looking out for a French squadron expected to sail for that
port.  Being driven off the coast by bad weather, on our return we found
that the Frenchmen had slipped out, so away we went under all the canvas
we could set in pursuit.  We had come in sight of the _Achille_, a
sixty-four gun ship, and, soon getting up with her, we opened our
broadside, receiving a pretty hot fire from her in return.  We were
blazing away at each other, when a noise louder than all our guns
together sounded in my ears, and I felt myself lifted off my legs and
shot along the deck.  For the moment I thought the world had come to an
end, or that the ship had blown up.  On opening my eyes, I caught sight
of a number of dead and wounded men lying around me, and the after-part
of the ship in flames.  Among them, seeing Jerry, I picked myself up and
ran to him.

"Are you killed, Jerry?"  I asked.

"No, it's only my wooden leg knocked away," he answered.  "Just get me a
mop-stick, or bit of a broken pike, and I shall soon be on my pins
again."

Jerry having soon, spliced a piece of the mop-stick which I brought him
to the stump of his leg, I set him on his pins.  Meantime I found that
one of the quarter-deck guns, having burst had created the havoc I have
described and set the ship on fire.  All hands labouring away with
buckets, we got the flames extinguished, and stood after the enemy, who
was trying to escape.  We again, however, came up with her; and running
alongside, the boarders were called away, headed by our first
lieutenant, Mr Leslie, whom I followed closely.  We had sprung on the
deck of the enemy, and a big Frenchman was about to cut him down, when I
caught the blow on my cutlass, and saved his life.  One hundred and
fifty gallant fellows coming on board after us, we quickly swept the
Frenchmen from the deck, and they, crying out that they surrendered, we
hauled down their flag.  I did not think that Mr Leslie was aware of
the service I had rendered him till he thanked me for it, and ever
afterwards was my friend.  I had the good chance, also, some time
afterwards, of keeping his head above water, when our ship, the
_Laurel_, was capsized in a hurricane in the West Indies; and though, of
course, it was what I would have done for anyone, I was very thankful to
have been the means of again saving his life, though I ran, he always
declared, no little risk of losing my own.  I served with him when he
commanded the _Favourite_, sloop-of-war, and afterwards in the _Active_,
frigate, when we captured a Spanish galleon, which put some hundred
pounds into the pockets of each of the men, and a good many thousands
into those of the captain.  I was pretty fortunate on board other ships,
in which I sailed to different parts of the world, getting back to old
England safe at last.



CHAPTER TWO.

Getting back safe home at last, like many another sailor, I might have
sung--

  "'Twas in the good ship _Rover_
  I sail'd the world around,
  For full ten years and over
  I ne'er touch'd British ground.
  And when at length I landed,
  I could not long remain;
  Found all my friends were stranded,
  So went to sea again."

Jerry, the truest of them, who had at the Peace gone on shore, I could
nowhere hear of; my poor mother was dead, my brothers at sea, and my
sisters either married or in service.  One of the youngest, my sister
Jane, I was told was living near Ryde with the family of a captain in
the navy, and on inquiry I found he was no other than my old commander,
Captain Leslie.  I started at once with my pockets pretty well lined
with gold, for I had just received a good lumping share of prize-money,
which I was sorely puzzled to know what to do with.  I was pleased at
the thought of again seeing my old captain, though I scarcely fancied he
would remember much about the little services I had done him.  Who
should open the door but Jane herself!  She did not know me, but I knew
her, though she had grown from a girl into a young woman, and I soon
persuaded her who I was.  She asked me down into the kitchen; and after
we had had a talk, and she had told me all about those I cared for, she
said she would go and tell Captain Leslie and his lady, who had often
spoken to her about me, for they had found out that she was my sister.
I was sent for into the drawing-room, when the captain welcomed me
kindly, and told his wife and the young ladies--for there were two of
them, besides a number of small children, boys and girls--how I had
twice saved his life.

"I hope that you will stop as long as you like, and I will get you a
lodging close at hand," he said in his pleasant way.  "I have often
wished that I could have shown my gratitude more than I have been able
to do."

I told him not to trouble himself about that, as it was a pleasure to me
to think that I had been of service; and as I had more money than I knew
what to do with, and never wished to be anything but what I was, I
didn't see how he could have done more than he had done.

"I like your independent spirit, Ben," he said, "but perhaps a time may
come, when I may be able to serve you as I should wish."

After a good talk of old times, I went back into the kitchen.  I had
been sitting there for some time, when a young woman came in with the
sweetest face I ever set eyes on.  I got up and made a sort of bow, with
a scrape of my foot and a pull at a lovelock I wore in those days, for
it was not for me, I felt, to sit in the presence of one like her; when
Jane, laughing, said--

"Why, Ben, don't you know Susan Willis?"

She was one of a lot of little girls I remember living next door to us,
and I used to take her on my knee and sing to her, and tell her about
Lord Hawke and the _Royal George_, when I was at home for the first time
after going to sea.  Susan smiled, and put out her hand, and that moment
I felt I was not my own master; her voice was as sweet as her smile, and
had the true ring of an honest heart in it.

"She is the young ladies' own maid," said Jane; "and they are as fond of
her as everyone is who knows her."

"I am sure of it," says I; "and I am thankful that I am among them."

Susan looked down and blushed, and so I believe I did, though she could
not see my blush through the brown skin of my face as well as I could
see the rose on her lily cheeks.

Well, the long and the short of it is that day after day I went up to
the house, and at last--I couldn't help it--I knew that I should be
miserable if Susan wouldn't be mine, so I asked her to marry me.  How my
heart did beat when she said yes.  The captain and his lady were
agreeable, and when they heard that I had a matter of three hundred
pounds prize-money, or more, they observed that it was a prudent match;
and so I took a cottage and furnished it, not far off, that Susan might
go up and see Mrs Leslie and the children whenever they wished, and we
were married and were as happy as the day was long.  I know I was, and
Susan seemed contented with her lot.

Susan was a prudent young woman, and one day she says to me, "We must do
something, Ben, to make a living."

"Why do you think that, Susan?"  I asked; "I have got no end of
prize-money."

"It's just this," says she; "you may think there is no end, but it will
come to an end, notwithstanding: what with the rent, and furnishing the
house, and the new clothes you got me, and the weekly bills, we have
spent fifty pounds of it already.  Now, if we could set up a shop, or
you could turn carpenter or gardener, or go into service with someone
living hereabouts, we could lay up the rest of the money till a rainy
day; and as we have a pretty spare room, I might take in a lodger to
help out the rent."

I had never before thought of that sort of thing; but I was sure that
Susan was right, and I began to turn in my mind what to do.  I soon
found that I was not fit for anything Susan proposed.  I never was much
of a carpenter, and I knew nothing about gardening.  I tried my hand in
my own garden, and had got everything shipshape as far as the palings,
walks, and borders were concerned, but I could get nothing to come up.
Still I kept thinking of Susan's remark, and, seeing the wisdom of it, I
knew that there was only one thing I was fit for, and that was to go to
sea.  I was loath to part from Susan, but there was no help for it.
There came about this time a hot press at Portsmouth; and as more than
once the pressgangs had landed in the Isle of Wight, I was very sure
that unless I got stowed away securely I should be picked up.  Now,
thinks I, it's better to enter as a free man; and hearing that my old
ship, the _Royal George_, which was lying at Spithead, was in want of
hands, after a talk with the captain and poor Susan, whose heart was
well-nigh ready to break, though she could not help acknowledging that I
was right, I went on board and entered.  Captain Leslie had given me a
note to Captain Waghorn, her commander, and I was at once rated as
quartermaster.  The flag of the brave Admiral Kempenfelt, who had a year
before been appointed Admiral of the Blue, flew aboard her.  We sailed
shortly afterwards with a strong squadron for Brest, to look after a
French fleet which had just left that port, conveying a large number of
merchantmen bound for the East and West Indies.  On the 12th of December
we had the good fortune to discover the enemy's fleet about thirty-five
leagues to the westward of Ushant, we being a long way to leeward of the
convoy.  I heard the admiral talking to the captain.

"We will cut off the merchantmen first, and fight the enemy afterwards,"
says he.

What he had determined on he was the man to carry out, and before
evening we had picked up twenty merchantmen, laden with provisions and
naval and military stores, two or three regiments of soldiers, and a
large number of seamen.  The _Royal George_ had to heave-to for the rest
of the squadron, which was a long way astern.

Next morning the French fleet was increased by a number of other ships
appearing to leeward.  The admiral was a prudent as well as a brave man,
and considered that it would be wiser not to engage them, and so with
our prizes we sailed back to Portsmouth.  I could almost see my cottage
from the maintop, but I could not get leave to go on shore; and as to
having Susan off to see me, that I would not think of, for she would
have had to see and hear things such as I did not wish my wife to
witness.  We again sailed for a cruise down Channel, and, after putting
into Torbay, once more returned to Portsmouth.  Admiral Kempenfelt, we
had heard, had been appointed to the command of the fleet in the
Mediterranean, and we expected to sail again in a week or less.  This
was in August 1782.  Lord Howe's fleet was also lying off Spithead,
among them the _Victory_, _Barfleur_, _Ocean_, and _Union_, all
three-deckers, close to us, and numerous other men-of-war and merchant
vessels; indeed, the people who came off from Portsmouth declared they
could hardly see the Isle of Wight on account of the masts and spars of
the ships.  In consequence of going foreign we had been paid in golden
guineas.  As soon as I had received my pay, I got leave to go on shore
to spend a couple of days, to be off again on the evening of the 27th.
I had no difficulty in getting a boat, for there were hundreds pulling
backwards and forwards.  I found Susan bright and well, and looking out
for me, for I had written to say I hoped to come.  We went up to see
Captain Leslie and the ladies, who had sent word that they wished us to
pay them a visit.  They were as kind as ever.  The hours went by a great
deal too fast.

A sailor's wife has a hard trial to bear, to have her husband at home
for two or three days, and then away for as many years or more; however,
I hoped to be at home again in less time than that, and so I cheered up
Susan, and promised for her sake to take the best care of myself I
could.  She had not given up her notion of taking in a female lodger.
We were standing in the porch of the cottage on the last day, when we
saw a young lady in black, leading a little boy, coming along the road.
The little chap had a sailor's hat and jacket on, though he did not seem
much more than three years old.

"She is some officer's widow," I remarked to Susan as we watched her.

"She seems almost too young to be the mother of that child; she is his
sister, more likely," answered Susan.

The young lady had stopped, and was looking about her; presently she
came on to us.

"Can you tell me if I am likely to find a lodging hereabouts for a few
days?" she asked in a sweet voice; "I have left my luggage at the inn in
the village, but I do not wish to remain there, and I feel very tired
with walking about."

"Will you like to walk in, miss, and rest yourself?" said Susan, "for
you do look tired and ill too."

The young lady's cheek was very pale.

"I shall indeed be thankful if you will let me do so," she answered, and
coming in she sank down in a chair.

Susan got tea ready; it seemed to revive her a little; the child, I
observed, did not call her mother; and as I saw no wedding ring on her
finger, I began to think that Susan was right about her not being the
child's mother.  Susan was evidently taken with the young lady, and,
calling me out, she said that she would ask her to stop, as she did not
seem fit to walk back to the village.  I offered to go to the inn and
fetch her things, but she had a bag in her hand which she said contained
sufficient for the night, and she would send for them the next morning.
I soon afterwards had to go off to the ship, so I saw no more of the
young lady, who had gone to her room with the little boy.



CHAPTER THREE.

What a change it was from the quiet cottage, with my sweet Susan by my
side, to the lower-deck of the big ship, crowded with people, not only
her own seamen and marines, but some hundreds of visitors, women and
children! some of them the honest wives of the men, but others drunken,
swearing, loud-talking creatures--a disgrace to their sex.  Quarrelling
and fighting and the wildest uproar were taking place; and then there
were a number of Jews with pinchbeck watches, and all sorts of trumpery
wares, which they were eager to exchange for poor Jack's golden guineas.
Some of them went away in the evening, but many more came back the next
morning to drive their trade, and would have come as long as coin was to
be picked up.

I am not likely to forget that next morning, the 28th of August.  It was
a fine summer's morning, and there was just a little sea on, with a
strongish breeze blowing from the eastward, but not enough to prevent
boats coming off from Portsmouth.  I counted forty sail-of-the-line, a
dozen frigates and smaller ships of war, and well-nigh three hundred
merchant vessels, riding, as of course we were, to the flood with our
heads towards Cowes.

You will understand that under the lower-deck was fitted a cistern, into
which the sea-water was received and then pumped up by a hand pump,
fixed in the middle of the gun-deck, for the purpose of washing the two
lower gun-decks; the water was let into this cistern by a pipe which
passed through the ship's side, and which was secured by a stop-cock, on
the inside.  It had been found the morning before that this water-cock,
which was about three feet below the water line, was out of order and
must be repaired.

The foreman came off from the dockyard, and said that it was necessary
to careen the ship over to port sufficiently to raise the mouth of the
pipe, which went through the ship's timbers below, clean out of the
water, that he and his men might work at it.  Between seven and eight
o'clock the order was given to run the larboard guns out as far as they
could go, the larboard ports being opened.  The starboard guns were also
run in amidships and secured by tackles, the moving over of this great
weight of metal bringing the larboard lower-deck port-cills just level
with the water.  The men were then able to get at the mouth of the pipe.
For an hour the ship remained in this position, while the carpenters
were at work.  We had been taking in ruin and shot in the previous day,
and now a sloop called the _Lark_, which belonged to three brothers,
came alongside with the last cargo of rum; she having been secured to
the larboard side, the hands were piped to clear lighter.

I had been on duty on the main-deck; several ladies had come off early
in the morning, friends and relations of the officers.  Some of them
were either in the ward-room or gun-room, and others were walking the
quarter-deck with the help of their gentlemen friends, as it was no easy
matter, the ship heeling over as much as she was then doing.  They
thought it very good fun, however, and were laughing and talking as they
tried to keep their feet from slipping.  I had been sent with a message
to Mr Hollingbury, our third lieutenant, who was officer of the watch;
he seemed out of temper, and gave me a rough answer, as he generally
did.  He was not a favourite indeed with us, and we used to call him
"Jib-and-Foresail Jack"; for when he had the watch at night he was
always singing out, "Up jib," and "Down jib"; "Up foresail," "Down
foresail"; and from a habit he had of moving his fingers about when
walking the quarter-deck, we used to say that he had been an
organ-player in London.  Just as I got back to the main-deck, I caught a
glimpse of a young lady in black, leading a little boy; she turned her
face towards me, and I saw that she was the very same who had come to my
wife's cottage the previous evening--indeed I should have known her by
the little boy by her side.  I had to return to the quarter-deck again,
and when I once more came back to the main-deck I could nowhere see her;
but whether she went into the ward-room, or had gone below, I could not
learn.  I asked several people, for I thought she might have brought me
off a message from Susan, and I might, I fancied, have been of use to
her in finding the person she wished to see.  While I was looking about,
Mr Webb, the purser's clerk, who had received orders to go on shore in
charge of a boat, came up and ordered me to call the crew away; a couple
of midshipmen were going with him.  This took up some time, and
prevented me from finding the young lady.  Just then, as I went up to
report the boat gone to Mr Hollingbury, Mr Williams, the carpenter,
came up from the lower-deck, and requested that he would be pleased to
order the ship to be righted, as she was heeling over more than she
could bear.  The lieutenant gave one of his usual short answers to the
carpenter, who went below, looking as if he did not at all like it.  He
was back again, however, before I had left the deck, when he said in a
short quick way, as if there was not a moment to lose--

"If you please, sir, the ship is getting past her bearings; it's my duty
to tell you, she will no longer bear it."

"If you think, sir, you can manage the ship better than I can, you had
better take the command," answered Mr Hollingbury in an angry tone,
twitching his fingers and turning away.

About this time there were a good many men in the waist who heard what
the carpenter had said, and what answer the lieutenant gave.  They all
knew, as I did, that the ship must be in great danger, or the carpenter
would not have spoken so sharply as he had.

A large number of the crew, however, were below; some on board the
lighter, others at the yard-tackles and stay-falls, hoisting in casks;
some in the spirit-room stowing away, others bearing the casks down the
hatchway, all busy clearing the lighter.  The greater number, it will be
understood, were on the larboard side, and that brought the ship down
still more to larboard.  There was a little more sea on than before,
which had begun to wash into the lower-deck ports, and, having no
escape, there was soon a good weight of water on the lower-deck.
Several of the men, not dreaming of danger, were amusing themselves,
laughing and shouting, catching mice, for there were a good many of them
in the ship, which the water had driven out of their quarters.  It's my
belief, however, that the casks of rum hoisted in, and lying on the
larboard side, before they could be lowered into the hold, helped very
much to bring the ship down.

There stood the lieutenant, fuming at the way the carpenter had spoken
to him.  Suddenly, however, it seemed to occur to him that the carpenter
was right, and he ordered the drummer to beat to quarters, that the guns
might be run into their places, and the ship righted.

"Dick Tattoo" was shouted quick enough along the deck, for everyone now
saw that not a moment was to be lost, as the ship had just then heeled
over still more.  The moment the drummer was called, all hands began
tumbling down the hatchways to their quarters, that they might run in
their guns.

Just then I saw a young midshipman, whom I had observed going off with
Mr Webb, standing at the entrance-port singing out for the boat; he had
forgotten his dirk, he said, and had come back to fetch it.  The boat,
however, had got some distance off, and he was left behind.  Poor
fellow, it was a fatal piece of forgetfulness for him.

"Never mind, Jemmy Pish," said little Crispo, one of the smallest
midshipmen I ever saw, for he was only nine years old.  "There is
another boat going ashore directly, and you can go in her."

He gave an angry answer, and went back into the gun-room, swearing at
his ill-luck.

The men had just got hold of the gun-tackles, and were about to bowse
out their guns, which had been run in amidship, some five hundred of
them or more having for the purpose gone over to the larboard side,
which caused the ship to heel still more, when the water made a rush
into the larboard lower-deck ports, and, do all they could, the guns ran
in again upon them.  Feeling sure that the ship could not be righted, I,
seizing little Crispo, made a rush to starboard, and, dashing through an
open port, found myself outside the ship, which at that moment went
completely over, her masts and spars sinking under the water.  Somehow
or other, the young midshipman broke from me and slipped over into the
sea.  I thought the poor little fellow would have been lost, but he
struck out bravely, which was, as it turned out, the best thing he could
have done, as he could swim well.

I had just before seen all the port-holes crowded with seamen, trying to
escape, and jamming one another so that they could scarcely move one way
or the other.  The ship now lying down completely on her larboard
broadside, suddenly the heads of most of the men disappeared, they
having dropped back into the ship, many of those who were holding on
being hauled down by others below them.  It was, you see, as if they had
been trying to get out of a number of chimneys, with nothing for their
feet to rest upon.  Directly afterwards there came such a rush of wind
through the ports that my hat was blown off.  It was the air from the
hold, which, having no other vent, escaped as the water pouring in took
up its space.  The whole side of the ship was, I said, covered with
seamen and marines, and here and there a Jew maybe, and a good many
women and a few children shrieking and crying out for mercy.  Never have
I heard such a fearful wailing.  One poor woman near me shrieked out for
her husband, but he was nowhere to be seen, and she thought that he was
below with those who by this time were drowned; for there were hundreds
who had been on the lower-decks, and in the hold, who had never even
reached the ports, and some who had fallen back into the sea as it
rushed in at the larboard side.  She implored me to help her, and I said
I would if I could.  We could see boats putting off from the ships all
round us to our help, and here and there people swimming for their lives
who had leaped from the stern-ports, or had been on the lower-deck.  I
could not help thinking of our fine old admiral, and wished that he
might be among them; but he was not, for he was writing in his cabin at
the time, and when the captain tried to let him know that the ship was
sinking, he found the door so jammed by her heeling over that he could
not open it, and was obliged to rush aft and make his escape through a
stern-port to save his life.  This I afterwards heard.

As the ship had floated for some minutes, I began to hope that she would
continue in the same position, and that I and others around me on her
side might be saved.  I hoped this for my own sake, and still more for
that of my dear wife.  I had been thinking of her all the time, for I
knew that it would go well-nigh to break her heart if I was taken from
her, as it were, just before her eyes.  Suddenly I found, to my horror,
that the ship was settling down; the shrieks of despair which rent the
air on every side, not only from women, but from many a man I had looked
upon as a stout fellow, rang in my ears.  Knowing that if I went down
with the ship I should have a hard job to rise again, I seized the poor
woman by the dress, and leaped off with her into the sea; but, to my
horror, her dress tore, and before I could get hold of her again she was
swept from me.  I had struck out for some distance, when I felt myself,
as it were, drawn back, and, on looking round, I saw the ship's upper
works disappear beneath the water, which was covered with a mass of
human beings, shrieking and lifting up their hands in despair.
Presently they all disappeared.  Just then I felt myself drawn down by
someone getting hold of my foot under the water, but, managing to kick
off my shoe, I quickly rose again and struck out away from the spot,
impelled by instinct rather than anything else, for I had no time for
thought; then directly afterwards up came the masts almost with a bound,
as it were, and stood out of the water, with a slight list only to
starboard, with the fore, main, and mizzen tops all above water, as well
as part of the bowsprit and ensign-staff, with the flag still hoisted to
it.  Many people were floating about, making for the tops and rigging,
several of them terrorstricken, who could not swim, catching hold of
those that could.  I thought, on seeing this, that it would be wiser to
keep clear of them, till I could reach a boat coming towards the wreck
at no great distance off.  I was pretty nigh exhausted when I reached
the boat, in which were a waterman and two young gentlemen, who happened
to be crossing from Ryde to Portsmouth at the time.  They soon hauled me
in, and I begged them to pull on and save some of the drowning people.
As neither of them could row, quickly recovering I took one of the oars,
and was about to sit down to help the waterman, when I saw, not far off,
several sheep, pigs, and fowls swimming in all directions, while
hencoops and all sorts of articles were floating about.

"Let us save the poor beasts," cried one of the young gentlemen
thoughtlessly, just as young people are apt to speak sometimes.  We, of
course, took no heed of what he said, when our fellow-creatures had to
be saved, and were pulling on when my eye fell on one of the sheep
swimming away from us, which seemed to have someone holding on to its
back.  We put the boat round and followed, when, what was my surprise to
see a child hanging on with both its hands to the sheep's back!  On a
second look, it struck me that he was the very same little boy I had
seen at my cottage, and who had come on board that morning with the
young lady.

"Gently, now," I cried out, afraid that the little fellow might let go
his hold before we were up to him, but he held on bravely.  In half a
minute we were alongside the sheep, and I had the child safely in my
arms.  The young gentlemen hauled the poor sheep into the boat, for it
would not have done to let it drown after having saved the child.  I now
saw that the little fellow was the same I had supposed, for he had his
hat fastened on under his chin, and his sailor's jacket and trousers on;
he looked more astonished than frightened, and when I asked him how he
had got into the water he could not tell me.

"Where is the young lady? is she your mother or aunt?"  I asked.

He had no answer to give, but only gazed about with a startled look.  He
might have been younger than I had supposed; at all events, not a word
could I get out of him to let me know who he was.  One of the young
gentlemen wished to hold him in his arms, so I gave the little fellow to
him, and, taking the oar, we began to pull back towards the wreck to try
and save any who might be still swimming about.  The tops and rigging
were by this time full of people who had managed to reach them, while
several hanging on by ropes were still floating in the water.  A number
of boats from the men-of-war had, however, got up to the spot, and they
were better able to go in among the spars and rigging than was our light
wherry with the sea which was then running.  Now that I was safe myself,
I was anxious to learn who among my shipmates had escaped; but then I
had the little boy to look after, who was all wet and shivering, and I
knew too that the news of the accident would soon reach Susan, and that
she would be in a fearful state of alarm if I did not let her know that
I had been preserved.  I told the young gentlemen this, and begged them
to let the boatman put me and the child ashore at Ryde, promising him a
guinea if he would do so.  They were strangers who had been making a
tour on the island, and, though they were in a hurry to get back to
Portsmouth, they at once consented to do as I wished.

As we had a fair wind we hoisted the sail, and, soon getting away from
the scene of the disaster, quickly reached the hard at Ryde.  After
thanking the young gentlemen and the waterman, I had jumped on shore
with the child in my arms, and was stooping down to get hold of the
sheep which I thought ought to be mine, or rather the little boy's, when
the waterman stopped me.

"No, no, master! you are not going to have that animal," he said; "I
want him."

"We should not have stopped to pick up the sheep if it had not been for
the little boy," observed one of the young gentlemen; "and so, as the
sheep's life was saved on his account, the animal should go where he
goes."

The waterman, however, seemed determined to have the sheep.

"Come, master," said I, "I will give you half a guinea, and that is as
much as you will get for the animal."

The waterman still held out.

"Come, you shall have a guinea," said I, getting the money out of my
pocket.

"And we will give five shillings apiece," said one of the young
gentlemen.

"Come, that must settle the matter," said the other, giving the sheep a
lift out of the boat.

Still the man grumbled, wanting to get more, but, handing the guinea to
the young gentlemen, for the little boy being wet to the skin,--as of
course I was, though that did not matter,--I wanted to be off home.  I
got hold of the poor sheep and dragged it along, thinking thus to settle
the matter.  What had come over the waterman I do not know, but,
springing out, he was going to catch hold of the sheep, when his foot
slipped, and in he went between the boat and the hard.

"Go on, sailor, go on," cried the young gentlemen, laughing, while the
waterman, now wet as I was, scrambled out, and, seeing that there was no
use in following, got into his boat.  Feeling very much obliged to the
young gentlemen, and sorry I could not stop to thank them again, I
hurried up as fast as I could to my home.



CHAPTER FOUR.

As I walked up the hill towards my cottage many people stopped,
surprised at seeing me dripping wet, carrying a child and leading a
sheep, and asked me all sorts of questions about the wreck; but I would
not delay to answer them, except very briefly, or I should never have
got home.  I hoped that Susan would not have heard of the ship going
down, still I half expected to meet her coming to learn if I had
escaped; and I thought of the joy it would be to her to find that I was
alive and well.  As I drew near I saw that the cottage door was open;
still Susan did not come out.  My heart began to sink within me.  I
turned the sheep into the garden, and shut the wicket gate.  I did not
mind just then if the poor animal ate up all the flowers and vegetables;
it deserved the best I could give it for the service it had rendered the
little boy in my arms.  No one was in the outer room, but I heard
voices, and, opening the door of Susan's room, I saw Mrs Leslie and the
two young ladies, with my sister Jane, standing by Susan's bed.  Jane,
catching sight of me, rushed out of the room and threw her arms round my
neck.

"Thank Heaven, you are alive, Ben!" she exclaimed.  "It will bring Susan
to; don't be afraid.  The captain has gone off for the doctor.  She saw
the ship go down, and went off in a faint, thinking that all on board
must be lost.  I, fortunately, was with her.  The captain, who was
looking through his glass at the time, also saw the ship go over, and
came down at once with the ladies to comfort her, he intending to go off
to Spithead to learn all about the matter, and to hear if you had been
saved.  He, however, was first to go round to send up the doctor, and
that was the reason he missed you."

"But, Ben," she asked, "is this the child Susan was telling me about?
And the poor young lady, what has become of her?"

I just told Jane what had happened; but I could not say much, for all
the time I was speaking I felt ready to drop, thinking that maybe Susan
was gone altogether, but that she had not the heart to tell me so.  I
saw, however, that the ladies were burning feathers and holding salts to
her; and at last Mrs Leslie came out, and after I had told her all I
had said to Jane, with which she was much interested, she begged I would
not be cast down, as she hoped my wife would soon again come round.  She
then went back to Susan's room, but soon returned.

"You may go in," she said, "and maybe, if she opens her eyes, the sight
of you will do her more good than anything else."

I did as she bid me, but as I leaned over Susan my heart sank, for she
did not seem to breathe at all, and looked so pale that I thought she
must really be dead.  Still the young ladies kept applying the burnt
feathers and salts, and then one of them held a small looking-glass for
a moment over her mouth, and showed me that there was breath on it, and
that made me feel a little less miserable.  At last the doctor came; he
felt her pulse, and looked very grave; then he opened her mouth, and,
having given her something, stood watching its effects.

Soon I could see that she was beginning to breathe, a slight colour
having come back to her cheeks, and then she opened her eyes, but she
seemed not to be looking at anything.  Presently, however, she began to
move them, and uttering a faint cry she sat up, and, throwing her arms
around my neck, burst into tears.

"She will do now very well," said the doctor; and he and the ladies left
the room.  In a little time, however, they came back and called me out,
telling Jane to go and sit with my wife.  The doctor showed me some
physic bottles on the mantelpiece, and, saying that Jane knew what to do
with them, he began to make inquiries about the wreck and the little
boy, and how I had saved him.

I found that the ladies had got off his wet clothes, which Jane had hung
up to dry before the fire, while they had wrapped him up in their
shawls.  The only thing which the ladies found in his pockets was a
little case.  On opening it they saw that it contained a picture--a
likeness of the child himself, just as he was then dressed.  It was but
slightly wet, as the water had not had time to soak it, so it was soon
dried.

"It must be carefully preserved, as it may assist to prove who he is,"
observed Mrs Leslie, though how that was to be was more than I could
tell.  "It is slightly done in water-colours, evidently by a lady,"
observed Mrs Leslie.

She examined it carefully, but could find no name either on the picture
or the case.  It was placed on the mantelpiece to show to the captain as
soon as he arrived.  Jane then took the child in to see Susan, who
kissed him again and again, as if he were her own child restored to her,
and from that moment she felt towards him almost as if she was his
mother.  Of course I had to go over the whole story again, but I could
only narrate what I knew.

"We must wait to hear more till the captain comes back," said Mrs
Leslie.  "He will be truly thankful to find that you have escaped, Ben,
and then we will consider what must be done with this little child.
Perhaps his father or mother may have escaped and will claim him, or the
poor young lady who you say took him on board, though you think she was
not his mother."

"Please, ma'am," I said, "though I cannot claim any merit for saving the
child--for it was the sheep saved him--I would like that my wife should
have charge of him, and I am sure she would, for she said so just now.
I say it at once for fear anybody else should ask to have him and I
suspect that there will be a good many who will make the offer."

"We will hear what the captain thinks," said Mrs Leslie.  "But you
certainly have a better claim than anybody else, though, as I said
before, probably some of his friends will come and claim him."

I thought so too, but I knew in the meantime that it would please Susan
greatly to have charge of the little fellow.

At last the ladies, leaving Jane with us, returned home; and the doctor
went to visit his other patients, saying he would look in again during
the evening.

By that time Susan was able to sit up and tell me more about the young
lady.  She had got up very early in the morning, and, begging to have
some breakfast for herself and the little boy, said that she wanted to
pay a visit to a ship at Spithead, and would be back in the evening.
She had gone away, taking her bag with her, but left a letter with a
sovereign in it, and a few words to the effect that she wished to pay
her rent and board in advance.  This, Susan thought, she did that it
might not be supposed that she was going away without paying.

I went down to the inn, at which we understood the young lady had left
her trunk, but I could hear nothing of it; the landlord said that no
such person as I described had come there.  I made inquiries at other
public-houses, thinking that there might be some mistake, but I got the
same answer.

Late in the evening Captain Leslie came back, and, shaking me by the
hand, told me that he had been afraid I was lost, and how glad he was I
had escaped.  He had been over to Portsmouth, and had visited the
_Victory_, and other ships on board which the people from the wreck had
been carried, inquiring everywhere for me.  He had heard a great deal
about the wreck and the way in which many had been saved.  I will
mention what he then told me, and what I picked up from others.

Out of nearly a thousand souls who had been alive and well on board the
ship in the morning, between seven and eight hundred were now lifeless.
Besides our gallant admiral, who had been drowned while sitting writing
in his cabin, three of the lieutenants, including the one whose
obstinacy had produced the disaster, the larger number of the
midshipmen, the surgeon, master, and the major and several other
officers of marines, were drowned, as were some ladies who had just
before come on board.  Sixty of the marines had gone on shore in the
morning, a considerable number of the rest who were on the upper deck
were saved, but the greater number of the crew, many of whom were in the
hold stowing away the rum casks, had perished; indeed, out of the ship's
whole complement, only seventy seamen escaped with their lives.

I was sorry to hear that Mr Williams, the carpenter, whose advice, had
it been followed, would have saved the ship, was drowned; his body was
picked up directly afterwards, and carried on board the _Victory_, where
it was laid on the hearth before the galley-fire, in the hopes that he
might recover, but life was extinct.

Captain Waghorn, though he could not swim, was saved.  After trying to
warn the admiral, he rushed across the deck and leaped into the sea,
calling others to follow his example.  A young gentleman, Mr Pierce,
was near him.

"Can you swim?" he asked.

"No," was the answer.

"Then you must try, my lad," he said, and hurled him into the water.

Two men, fortunately good swimmers, followed.  One of them getting hold
of the captain, supported him, and swam away from the ship; the other
fell upon Mr Pierce, of whom he got hold and supported above water till
the ship settled, when he placed him on the maintop, and both were
saved.  The captain, in the meantime, was struggling in the water, and
was with great difficulty kept afloat.  A boat, with our seventh
lieutenant, Mr Philip Durham, had on the very instant the ship went
over come alongside, when she was drawn down, and all in her were thrown
into the water.  Mr Durham had just time to throw off his coat before
the ship sank and left him floating among men and hammocks.  A drowning
marine caught hold of his waistcoat, and drew him several times under
water.  Finding that he could not free himself, and that both would be
drowned, he threw his legs round a hammock, and, unbuttoning his
waistcoat with one hand, he allowed it to be drawn off, and then swam
for the main-shrouds.  When there he caught sight of the captain
struggling in the water, and a boat coming to take him off he refused
assistance, till Captain Waghorn and the seaman supporting him were
received on board.  The captain's son, poor lad, who had been below,
lost his life.

I heard that the body of the marine was washed on shore ten days
afterwards with the lieutenant's waistcoat round his arm, and a
pencil-case, having his initials on it, found safe in the pocket.  There
was only one woman saved out of the three hundred on board, and I
believe she was the one I had helped out of the port; her name was Horn,
and I was glad to find that her husband was saved also.  It was curious
that the youngest midshipman, Mr Crispo, and probably one of the
smallest children, our little chap, should have been saved, while so
many strong men were drowned.

I have known many a man come to grief through having too much grog
aboard; but one of the midshipmen, who had taken more than was good for
him, having overslept himself at the Star and Garter on the beach at
Portsmouth, when he awoke in the morning found that his ship was at the
bottom, and most of his messmates drowned.

Our first lieutenant, Mr Saunders, who had been busy in the wings, was
drowned; his body, with his gold watch and some money in his pocket, was
picked up, floating under the stern of an Indiaman off the Motherbank.

Of the three brothers who owned the sloop, two perished and one was
saved.  It was owing to her being lashed alongside that the ship
righted, or she would have probably remained on her side.  I was a good
swimmer myself, and I should, had I not been, have lost my life long
ago; and I have often thought what a pity it is that all seamen do not
learn to swim.  Many more might have been saved; but those who could not
swim got hold of the men who could, and all were drowned together.  If
all had struck out from the ship when they found her going over, a
greater number would have been picked up; instead of that, afraid to
trust themselves in the water, they stuck by her, and they and a large
number who got into the launch were drawn down with the ship, and all
perished.  The foreman of the plumbers, whose boat was lashed head and
stern, was with all his men drawn into the vortex as the ship went down,
and not one of them escaped.  It was a sad sight, ten days or a
fortnight afterwards, to see the bodies which were picked up; some were
buried in Kingston churchyard, near Portsmouth, and a large number in an
open spot to the east of Ryde.  Some time afterwards a monument was put
up in Kingston churchyard, to the memory of the brave Admiral Kempenfelt
and his ship's company.  A court of inquiry was held, when Captain
Waghorn was honourably acquitted, and it came out, that in so rotten a
state was the side of the ship, that some large portion of her frame
must have given way, and it is only a wonder that she did not go down
before.  When I come to think that she had upwards of one thousand tons
of dead weight and spirits on board, it is surprising that she should
have held together.

An attempt was made soon afterwards to raise the _Royal George_, and
very nearly succeeded, as she was lifted up and moored some way from the
spot where she went down; but a heavy gale coming on, some of the
lighters sank, and the gear gave way, and she was again lost.  It was
whispered that on account of her rotten state the Admiralty had no wish
to have her afloat, but that might have been scandal.

Having now said everything which people will care to hear about the fine
old ship, I will go on with the history of the little boy saved from the
wreck.



CHAPTER FIVE.

I must pass over the next seven years of my life and that of my young
charge Harry, for that was the name Susan was certain the young lady
called him.  He sometimes spoke of himself as "Jack Tar," but probably
he had heard his friends call him so, because he was dressed like a
little sailor.  We were puzzled what surname to give him.  The captain
and Mrs Leslie and the young ladies and Susan and I talked it over, and
at last settled to call him George, after the old ship; one of the young
ladies thought Saint for saint would sound better, and so he went by the
name of "Harry Saint George."

I was at first greatly afraid that he would be taken from us, for a
subscription was made for the families of those who perished when the
ship foundered, and when his story was known a good share was given to
him, besides other contributions, and many people wanted to have him.
The captain stood my friend, as he did in all other matters, and
insisted that as I pulled him out of the water, and the only friend of
his we knew of had stopped at our house, Susan and I ought to have
charge of him.  He would have taken him himself, but he had a good many
young children of his own, and thought that Harry would do better with
us, and that he could still look after his education and interests as he
grew older.

As soon as Harry could speak, he said that he would be a sailor, that
his father was one, and that he would be one too; but who his father had
been was a puzzle, as about that, of course, he really knew nothing.  He
could not tell us either anything about those he had seen on board, or
how he had got hold of the sheep, though it is my belief that someone
must have placed him on the animal's back, intending to lash him to it,
but that the ship had gone down before there was time to do so.  Perhaps
it was the last act of the poor young lady, or maybe of his father, if
his father, as seemed probable, was on board.

As may be supposed, that sheep was a great pet with us and the captain's
family as long as it lived.  Harry was very fond of it, and would ride
about on its back, holding on just as he had done when the creature
saved him from drowning.  People used to come and see him ride about,
and the ladies made a gay silk collar for the sheep, and also a bridle,
but Harry would not use it, and always held on by the wool, saying that
the sheep always well knew where to go.  I railed off a piece of the
garden and laid it down in grass, and on one side I built a house for
the animal; but as there was not food enough in the little plot, the
captain had it up to a paddock near his house, where it used to scamper
about with Harry on its back and enjoy itself.

"It's an ill wind that blows no one good," and people used to say that
the foundering of the _Royal George_ was a fortunate circumstance for
the sheep, as it would long before have been under the butcher's knife.

The captain, meantime, made all the inquiries he could to try and
discover the friends of the little fellow, but in vain; none of those
who were saved remembered to have seen the young lady talking to anyone,
though two or three recollected seeing her, as I had, coming on board.

Susan, like a thoughtful woman as she was, would not let the little boy
wear out his clothes, but at once set to work to make him a new suit,
while she carefully laid up those he had had on, with his hat, and the
little picture in the case, to assist, as she said, in proving who he
was should any of his relatives appear.  Still time went on, and there
appeared less chance of that than ever.

I spent a very happy time on shore with Susan: as we had no children of
our own, we loved Harry as much as if he was our own son.  Still I could
not be idle; had it not been, indeed, for the captain, I should have
been pretty soon pressed and compelled to go to sea, whether I liked it
or not.  Susan would have gladly kept me at home, which was but natural;
still, I was too young to settle down in idleness, and should have grown
ashamed of myself; so, as seamen were badly wanted for the navy, I at
last entered, with the captain's advice, on board a fifty-gun ship, the
_Leander_, he promising to use his influence to obtain a boatswain's
warrant for me.  While I was serving on board her we had a desperate
action with a French eighty-gun ship, the _Couronne_, when we lost
thirteen killed, and many more wounded, but succeeded in beating her off
and putting her to flight.

Peace came soon after this, and five years passed before I obtained my
warrant as boatswain.  The prize-money I had received enabled me in the
meantime to keep Susan and Harry as I wished; and when I became
boatswain she was able to draw a fair sum of money every year.  During
those years I spent five months at home, which was a pretty long time
considering what generally falls to the lot of seamen.

Harry had grown into a fine manly boy, and the more I looked at him the
more convinced I felt that he was of gentle birth; he called Susan
mother, and me father, though he knew that we were not his parents.  He
had good manners, and, considering his age, a fair amount of learning,
for he used to go up every day to the captain's to receive instruction
from the children's governess.  At last the captain considered that he
ought to be sent to school, and arranged that he should go with his own
son, Master Reginald, who was about his age, though Harry was the
strongest, and, I may say, the most manly of the two.

While I was at home I taught Harry as much as he could learn of what I
may call the first principles of seamanship,--to knot and splice, and
box the compass.  I also built and rigged a model ship, of which he was
very fond.

"You will not forget all I have taught you, my boy," I said, when I was
going off to sea.

"No, indeed I will not, father," he answered; "and when you come back I
hope I shall have learnt more, for I will do my best to pick up
information from everybody who will teach me.  The captain, I know,
will, when I come home for the holidays, and there is old Dick Wright,
who has been at sea all his life, settled near us, and he will tell me
anything I ask him; though there is no one teaches me so well as you do,
father."

In those piping times of peace the ships were not kept so long in
commission as they were during the war, so after serving three years as
boatswain of the _Huzzar_ frigate, on the West India and North American
station, I once more returned home.  I found Harry more determined than
ever to go to sea, and he told me that Reginald Leslie had made up his
mind to go also.

"Does his father wish it?"  I asked.

"Oh yes, he has no objection to his going; and do you know, father, the
captain says that he will get him and me appointed to the same ship with
you, provided she is sent to a healthy station," was the answer.

"Well, Harry, I shall be very glad to have charge of you both, and I am
pleased that the captain thinks so well of you; though, to be sure, he
has always shown that," said I.

Susan was much cast down at the thoughts of losing Harry, but she could
not help acknowledging that it was time he should go to sea, if he was
going at all.

"But a ship's boy has a hard life of it, as you have often told me,
Ben," she said, "and he has been gently nurtured, and brought up, I may
say, like a young gentleman."

"And a young gentleman he will still remain; for, you may depend on it,
the captain intends to get him placed on the quarter-deck; and, though
he himself has retired from the service, he has interest enough to get
me and the lads appointed to some ship commanded by a friend of his own;
and I flatter myself that, from the certificate I got from my last
captain, he will have no difficulty about that."

We had almost given up any expectations of ever meeting Harry's friends.
I own that I did not care very much about this, for once on the
quarter-deck I felt sure he would make his own way; and though it might
be of advantage to him to find them out, it was possible that it might
be very much to the contrary.

I was one day going up the street of Ryde with Harry, when we saw a
crowd of women and children and a few men and boys standing round the
model of a full-rigged ship, and we heard a loud voice singing out--

  "Cease, rude Boreas, stormy railer;
  List, ye landsmen all, to me;
  Messmates, hear a brother sailor
  Sing the dangers of the sea."

Then came the sound of a fiddle, and the singer continued his song to
his own accompaniment.

"Let us stop and hear the old sailor," said Harry, drawing me towards
the crowd.

We found room just opposite where the man was standing.  I then saw that
he had a timber leg, and that the ship was placed on a stand with a lump
of lead fixed to the end of a bent iron rod at the bottom, which made it
rock backwards and forwards.

"Oh yes! oh yes! all you good people, lend a ear to poor Jack's yarn,"
he continued; "and you pretty girls with the blue eyes and rosy cheeks,
and you with the dark ones, who does more harm with your blinkers, when
you've the mind, among the hearts of young fellows than ever our ships
gets from the guns of the Frenchmen.  There aren't many men in the navy
of Old England who has seen queerer sights, or gone through more ups and
downs in life than the timber-toed old tar who stands afore you, and who
lost his leg in action aboard the _Thunderer_, seventy-four, when we
took a Frenchman and hauled down his colours afore he knew where he was.
There aren't many either, I've a notion, who've been worse rewarded, or
more kicked about by cruel fate, or you wouldn't find him playing the
fiddle and singing songs for your amusement.  Howsomdever, that's
neither here nor there, and I daresay you wish to hear the end of his
stave, and so you shall when each on you has helped to load this here
craft with such coppers or sixpences or shillings as you may chance to
have in your pockets, and I daresay now a golden guinea wouldn't sink
her.  Just look at her, always a-tossing up and down on the salt sea;
that's what we poor sailors have to go through all our lives.  She's a
correct model of the _Royal George_, that famous ship I once served
aboard when she carried the flag of the great Admiral Lord Hawke; and
which now lies out there at Spithead fathoms deep below the briny ocean,
with all her drownded crew of gallant fellows, no more to hear the
tempest howling, or fight the battles of their king and country!"

I had been looking hard at the old sailor, whose eye just then falling
on me, he recognised me at once as a brother salt.

"What, Jerry Dix!"  I exclaimed; he looked at me very hard.  "Don't you
know me, old ship? have you forgotten little Ben Truscott?"

"What, Ben, my boy!  Give us your flipper, old chum.  I thought as how I
had seen you afore when my blinkers first caught sight of you, but I
didn't like to make a wrong landfall," he exclaimed.

We shook hands heartily.  I was truly glad to see the old man again.

"I see that you have become a warrant officer," he said, eyeing my
uniform.  "That's better nor nothing, though I did think as how you'd
have been higher up the ratlines.  And are you at anchor hereabouts?"

I told him that I was living in the neighbourhood, and begged him to
come at once to my cottage and see my missus, and have a talk about old
times.

"In course I will, Ben," he answered.  Then recollecting his audience,
he thought that some apology was necessary for leaving them so abruptly;
turning round, therefore, and eyeing his model of the _Royal George_, as
he called her, though she was more like a frigate than a line-of-battle
ship, he said--

"You'll excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but you see as how I've fallen
in with an old ship, who I've known as man and boy these twenty years,
so I must just now keep him company; but I'll come back to-morrow and
finish that there stave I was a-singing, and spin you more of my
wonderful yarns, if you'll just be good enough to come here and meet me;
now mind, my little dears, bring plenty of coppers; and you, my pretty
girls, bring something in your purses for poor Jack; I never takes no
money from ugly ones--it's a rule of mine, it's wonderful too how few I
ever see's; so good-bye, and blessings on all of you; and now, Ben,
we'll up anchor and make sail."

Jerry on this unshipped his model from the stand, which he took under
his arm, while he placed the vessel on his shoulder, and with a stout
stick in his hand came stumping on alongside me.

"Well, Jerry, I am truly glad to see you," I said; "what have you been
doing with yourself since we parted?"

"That would be a hard matter to say, Ben, except as how I've been
knocking about the country from east to west, and north to south,
spinning yarns without end, and singing and fiddling, and doing all
sorts of odd dodges to pick up a living.  They were honest ones though,
so don't be afraid."

"And the yarns were all quite true, Jerry, eh?"  I could not help
asking.

"As to that, maybe I have spun a tough one now and then," answered
Jerry, with a quizzical look.

"About losing your leg aboard the _Thunderer_, for instance," I
remarked.

"Well, I can't say quite so true as that, for I did lose my leg aboard
the _Thunderer_.  To be sure, it was my wooden one.  Why, don't you
mind, Ben, how you got a mop-stick and helped me to splice it?  It
sounds better too, do you see, to talk of the _Thunderer_.  The name
tickles the people's ears, and it wouldn't do to tell 'em I lost my leg
by falling down the main hatchway when half-seas over; so, do you see, I
generally sticks to the _Thunderer_ story, as it's nearer the truth than
any other, and doesn't so much hurt my conscience."

I had till then forgotten the circumstance, and I felt that it would not
do to press old Jerry too hard.  I introduced him to Susan, who made him
welcome, for she had often heard me speak about the old man; she soon
got tea ready, and a few substantials; then I got out a bottle of rum
and mixed some grog, which I knew would be more to his taste.  He was
very happy, and many a long yarn he spun.  Harry listened to them
eagerly, and seemed much taken with him.  I must remark that, after
Jerry had sat talking with us for some time, he completely changed his
tone and style of speaking; and though he still used what may be called
sailor's language, it was such as an officer or any other educated man
might have employed.  Indeed, I remembered that in my early days, Jerry,
when in a serious mood, often showed that he was much superior in mind
to the generality of people in the position in which he was placed.  He
afforded a melancholy example of the condition to which drunkenness and
idle habits may reduce a man, who, from birth and education, might have
played a respectable part in life.  "That's a fine boy of yours,"
observed Jerry when Harry had gone out of the room.  "I don't set up for
a prophet, but this much I'm sure of, that if you get him placed on the
quarter-deck, he will be a post-captain one of these days.  Is he your
only one?"

I of course told Jerry that he was not my son, and described how he was
rescued from the _Royal George_.

"Well, that's a surprising history," said Jerry; "it's a wonder I never
heard of it.  Do you see, I was at the time down in the West of England,
where my family used to live; and I thought I would go and have a look
at the old place and see if any of them were above-ground--not that I
intended to make myself known.  Few of my relatives would have wished to
own a broken-down one-legged old tar like me.  I found a brother a
lawyer, and a cousin a parson, and two or three other relations; but,
from what I heard, I thought I should `get more kicks than ha'pence' if
I troubled them, so I determined to 'bout ship and stand off again.  I
was, howsomdever, very nearly being found out.  I had got this here
craft, which I called the _Conqueror_ in those days, and was showing her
off and spinning one of my yarns, when who should appear at the door of
a handsome house but a lady with several little girls like fairies, and
two fine boys.  She and the young ones came down the steps, and after
listening for some time she said in a pleasant voice, taking one of the
youngsters by the hand--

"`This boy is going to sea some day, and we wish him to hear about
sailors, and I know what you tell about them is true, for I once had a
brother who went away to sea, and used to write to me and give me
accounts of what happened.  Poor fellow! he lost his leg just as you
have done, and after that I heard no more from him, so that I fear he
died.'

"`That was very likely, marm,' said I.  `In case I might have fallen in
with him, may I be so bold to ask his name?'

"The lady, as I had a curious feeling she would, told me my own name,
and then I knew for certain that she was my youngest sister Mary, the
only one of the family who pitied me when others had cast me off.  I had
a hard matter not to make myself known, but I thought to myself that it
would do no good to those pretty young ladies and gentlemen to find out
their weather-beaten, rough old uncle.  Mary herself, too, I had a
notion would not have been really pleased; though, bless her gentle
heart, I was sure that she would have been kind to me; and so I gulped
down my feelings, and declared that I remembered a man of that name, who
was dead and gone long ago.  The words stuck in my throat, howsomdever,
as I spoke them; and I was obliged to wish her good-morning and stump
off, or she would have found me out.  I hadn't got far before she called
me back, and putting a five-shilling piece in my hand she said--

"`Pray accept this trifle, my good man, for the sake of my lost brother,
for I know what you tell me is true, and that you are a genuine sailor.'

"`May Heaven bless you, my dear,' says I--I was as near as possible
popping out the word `Mary,' but I checked myself in time, and said
`lady' instead.  The tears came to my eyes, and my voice was as husky as
a bear's.  She thought it was all from gratitude for her unexpected
gift, and that I wasn't accustomed to receive so much.  To be sure, she
did look at me rather curiously, and, as I was going away, on turning my
head I saw that she was still standing on the doorsteps watching me.

"I stopped about the neighbourhood for better than a fortnight, for I
could not tear myself away; it was a pleasure to get a sight of Mary
driving about in her carriage with her little girls, and her fine boys
on ponies trotting alongside.  She was happily married, I found, to a
man of good fortune.

"While I was putting up at `The Plough,' which I had known well in my
youth, I heard a number of things about the neighbouring families, for I
was curious to learn what had become of all the people I had known.
There were not many of those who frequented the house who could read,
and there was no newspapers taken in, and that is how I did not come to
hear about the _Royal George_ till some time afterwards.  It strikes me,
though I may be wrong, that by a wonderful chance I got hold of
something which has to do with this fine lad here, who you have been
looking after.  I will think the matter over, and try and rake up what I
have heard; but I don't want to disappoint you, and I may be altogether
wrong."

I was naturally curious, and tried to get more out of Jerry, but he
would not say a word beyond repeating over again that he might be
altogether out of his reckoning.  I of course begged him to stop with
us, promising him board and lodging as long as he liked to stay; for, as
he was in no ways particular, I could easily manage to put him up.  He
thanked me heartily, and said he would stop a night or two at all
events.  In the evening he went back with me to the inn to get his
traps, for he travelled with a sort of knapsack, which he left behind
him when he went out for his day's excursions.

The next morning he had a wash and shave, and turned out neat and trim,
with a clean shirt and trousers, and altogether looked a different sort
of person to what he had been the day before.

"You see, Ben, I have given up drinking, and like to keep a best suit of
toggery, and to go to church on a Sunday in a decent fashion, which I
used not to care about once upon a time.  It's little respect that I can
pay to the day, but I don't play my fiddle, nor sing songs, nor spin
long yarns about things that never happened, as I think myself a more
respectable sort of chap than I used to be."

I was glad to hear Jerry say this of himself, though maybe his notion
that it was allowable to spin long yarns which had, as he confessed, no
foundation in truth, on other days in the week, was not a very correct
one.  I told him so.

"As to that," he answered, "my hearers don't take my yarns for gospel
any more than the tales they read in books.  Some people write long
yarns which aren't true, and I spin much shorter ones out of my mouth.
Where's the difference, I should like to know?  Mine don't do any mortal
being the slightest, harm, and that's more than can be said of some
books I've fallen in with.  My yarns go in at one ear and out at the
other, and, supposing them worse than they are, they can't be dwelt upon
like those in books.  I never speak of a real man except to praise him;
and if I paint a scoundrel, I always give him a purser's name.  I
produce many a hearty laugh, but never cause a blush to rise on a
maiden's cheeks; and so, Ben, don't be hard on me."

I confessed that he had made out a good case, and that I was wrong to
find fault with him.  At this he seemed much pleased, and, laughing
heartily, told me that I reminded him of the little boy who wanted to
teach his grandfather to suck eggs.

Jerry had been so accustomed to wandering about, that though Susan did
her best to make him comfortable, and he always found a willing listener
in Harry, after he had been with us three days he began to weary of
staying quiet, and announced that he must get under way.  The next
morning he appeared in his weekday clothes, shouldering his knapsack and
model ship.  After wishing us all good-bye, he trudged off, intending,
as he said, to go to the west end of the island.

"You will not forget that matter about Harry?"  I said.

"No fear, Ben!  It's the main thing I have on my mind; and if I succeed
in picking up any information, I will let you know--depend on that," he
answered.  "Heaven bless you, and Susan and the boy!"

We watched him as he trudged sturdily away over the hills towards the
town, having, I observed, again assumed his independent, happy-go-lucky
air, which he had laid aside during his stay with us.



CHAPTER SIX.

Harry had been greatly taken with Jerry, and seemed to miss him very
much.  He used to go out most days to play with his schoolfellow, the
captain's son; but while Jerry was with us he preferred stopping and
listening to his yarns.  The time, however, for both the boys to return
to school was now approaching.  I saw that Harry had something on his
mind.

"Father," he said, "am I not old enough to go to sea? and, if I am, had
I not better be looking out for a ship?"

"As we are no longer fighting the French, there are not many put in
commission," I observed; "so maybe you will have to wait for some time."

As it happened, the very next day I got an order to join the _Nymph_,
thirty-six gun frigate, just commenced fitting out at Portsmouth,
commanded by Captain Edward Pellew.

"So soon, Ben!" said Susan, looking pale as soon as she saw the letter;
"I thought you would have had a longer spell on shore; but I am thankful
it's peace time, and I shall not be trembling at the thoughts of your
having to fight the French."

"That's the very thing we would rather be doing, my dear girl," I
answered, smiling, and trying to raise her spirits.

I at once went up to the captain and told him.

"I am glad of it," he answered.  "There is not a better officer in the
service than Captain Pellew, and, as he is a friend of mine, I have no
doubt that I shall be able to get him to take the two youngsters.  I
will go over to Portsmouth this very day and see about it."

As I had to join at once, the captain took me over in his wherry.  In
about a couple of hours he came on board, and told me it was all
settled, and he should trust to me to look after his son as well as
Harry, as he was sure I should do my best for the lad.

I had taken lodgings for Susan, and she joined me two days afterwards,
bringing Harry with her.  She had plenty to do in preparing his outfit,
and that kept her mind from dwelling too much on our approaching
parting.  Harry was the first midshipman to join, and he had the
advantage of seeing the ship fitted out from the beginning.  The captain
brought Reginald over about a week later, and Harry was proud in being
able to teach him all he knew.  He had thus as it were got the lead, and
he kept it, though he did not let Reginald feel that he thought himself
superior to him in any way.  The two lads were fast friends, as they had
always been, for both were honest, kind-hearted, and good-tempered.
There was no difficulty in getting hands; and as I knew where to find
the best men, we soon had a first-rate ship's company without much
pressing.

We stood down Channel, bound out for Lisbon, with some official
characters on board.  The captain's great aim was to get the ship's
company into good order, and we were continually exercising the guns and
shortening and making sail.  This was an advantage to the youngsters, as
they learnt much faster than they would otherwise have done.  They used
to come to my cabin, and I taught them all I could, though with my
duties I had not much time to myself.  I had advised Harry not to call
me "father"; not that he should have been ashamed of his father being a
boatswain had I been his father, but, as I was not, I thought it would
be better for him to be independent.  I felt for him the same as if he
was my son.  He and young Leslie got on very well in the berth, and,
young as they were, gained the respect of their messmates.  Thus a year
or more passed by; we had visited Cadiz, and had taken a trip up the
Mediterranean, when we were ordered home with despatches.  One day I
observed Harry was looking less merry than usual; I asked him what was
the matter.  At first he did not like to tell me.  At last he said--

"The truth is, father, that my messmates have found out that I was saved
when the _Royal George_ went down, and that Saint George is not my real
name."

"Never mind that, Harry," I answered; "you have as much right to it as
they have to theirs.  Tell them you hope to make it some day as well
known to fame as Hawke's, Collier's, or Rodney's."

Harry promised to follow my advice; at the same time he confessed that
it made him more anxious than ever to find out who his parents really
were, and whether or not they were both on board the _Royal George_ when
she went down.

"You tell me that you think the poor lady who took me on board was not
my mother, and so perhaps my mother was on shore."

"But the young lady was in black, and so it's possible that your mother
may have died, and that she took you to see your father, to whom, for
some reason or other, she wanted to introduce you.  That's how I read
the riddle, but maybe I am mistaken."

Harry was satisfied.

"When we return to England, you will try and get Jerry Dix to come to
see you, and learn if he has heard anything more?" he said.

Of course I replied that I would if I could; but that Jerry Dix had not
left me any address, and it might be a hard matter to find him.  I did
not think that he had played me false, but I was afraid that some
accident might have happened to him, or that he might be dead, and then
the clue which he fancied he had found would be lost.

After visiting Cadiz and Gibraltar, we were on our way home, just
entering the chops of the Channel, after being kept at sea by calms and
contrary winds for three weeks or more, when a frigate hove in sight and
hoisted English colours.  She made her number, and we knew her to be the
thirty-two gun frigate _Venus_.  Captain Faulknor, who commanded her,
came on board, and we soon heard the news.  The French Republicans had
risen up against their king, and cut his head off, and as the English
Government did not approve of that, they had ordered the French
ambassador to leave the country.  The National Convention, as it was
called, had therefore declared war against Great Britain, and we were
now going to thrash the French Republicans soundly, wherever we could
find them, afloat or on shore.

This was, of course, considered to be glorious news; and all hands fore
and aft were in high glee at the thoughts of the work cut out for us.

The _Venus_ soon after parted company with us to go and look out for the
enemy, while we made the best of our way up Channel to Portsmouth, to
fill up with ammunition and stores.  Before Susan could come over to see
me we had sailed for the westward.  On our way down Channel we again
fell in with the _Venus_, which had had a sharp action with two French
frigates, the _Semillante_ and _Cleopatre_, when she beat off the first,
and escaped from the latter.  We sailed together in search of the two
frigates.  We sighted them three days afterwards, when they, having
nimble heels, escaped us and got into Cherbourg.

Having cruised together for some time, we parted company, and we put
into Falmouth.  We had now been a year in commission, and all hands were
eager to meet an enemy of equal force.  My fear was for Harry; I don't
know how I should have felt had he been my own son, but I doubt that I
should have been as anxious as I was about him, and I knew it would go
well-nigh to break Susan's heart should he be killed.

He and Reginald were in high spirits, and could talk of nothing else but
the battle in which they hoped to be engaged, and were always asking me
questions about those I had seen fought in my younger days.  You see,
after the long peace, we had a good many officers and men on board, who
had never seen a shot fired in anger.

Our captain, however, and his brother, Commander Israel Pellew, had been
through the American War of Independence while they were midshipmen; the
latter had lately joined us as a volunteer.  We sailed again on the 17th
of June on a cruise.  When nearly abreast of the Start we stood out for
the southward, in the hopes of falling in with one of the two frigates
we had chased into Cherbourg.  We were about six leagues from the Start,
when the look-out from the masthead hailed--

"A sail on the starboard beam."

This was as we were standing to the south-east.  You may be sure that we
at once bore up in chase, under all sail.  The stranger, as we got
nearer, was seen carrying a press of canvas, as we fancied, to get away
from us.  We came up with her, however, and by the evening made her out
to be no other than the _Cleopatre_, one of the frigates of which we
were in search.  Finding that she could not escape, even if she intended
to do so, she hauled up her foresail, and lowered her topgallant-sail,
bravely waiting for us.  The men were at quarters, and the officers at
their stations, while the captain conning the ship stood at the gangway
with his hat in his hand.  We were close up to each other and not a shot
had been fired; the French captain hailed, when our captain cried out--

"Ahoy! ahoy!"

On which our crew gave three hearty cheers, and shouted--

"Long live King George!"

"Reserve your fire, my lads, till you see me put my hat on my head,"
cried our captain; "then blaze away and thrash the Frenchmen as soon as
you can."

The word was passed along the deck, and all hands eagerly looked out for
the signal.

The Frenchmen tried to imitate our cheer, but made a bad hand of it.
Captain Mullon, as we afterwards heard was his name, the commander of
the French frigate, was seen holding the red cap of liberty in his hand,
and making a speech to his crew, on which they all sang out at the top
of their voices, _Vive la Republique_, and one of the sailors, running
up the main rigging, secured the red cap to the masthead.  We stood on
till our foremost guns could bear on the starboard quarter of the enemy.

The French captain held his hat, like our captain, in his hand.  They
bowed to each other, when ours was seen to place his on his head.  It
was the looked-for signal.  At that instant we opened fire, which the
Frenchmen were not slow in returning.  We were running before the wind,
within rather less than hailing distance of the Frenchman, who was on
our larboard beam.  In little more than half an hour we had shot away
the Frenchman's mizzenmast and wheel; but our mainmast was badly
wounded, and every instant I expected it to fall.  Having lost command
of her rudder, the _Cleopatre_ fell aboard us, her jib-boom passing
through our fore and mainmast.  I thought that this would finish our
mainmast, but, fortunately, the Frenchman's jib-boom gave way.

We were blazing away all this time, raking the _Cleopatre_ fore and aft.
We had lost a good many officers and men, and I saw two midshipmen
knocked over not far from me.  I looked out for Harry and Reginald
Leslie, and I caught sight of them, still standing unharmed amid the
smoke, but I had not much time even to think about them or anything else
except my duty.

We now fell alongside the enemy head and stern, being still foul of each
other.  Her larboard-main-topsail studden-sail-boom iron having hooked
the leach-rope of our maintop-sail, I had still good reasons to tremble
for our mainmast.  I saw a youngster spring aloft.  It was Harry.  He
made his way along the yard, and with his knife cut the leach-rope; and
though many a shot from the Frenchmen was fired at him, he came down
safely.  I felt my heart beat with pride as I saw him, for he had saved
the mast.  The next moment the cry was heard--

"Boarders, away!"

Our brave first lieutenant, Mr Norris, leading the boarders, cutlass in
hand, leapt from the quarter-deck on to the forecastle of the French
frigate, while our master, Mr Ball, at the head of another party, made
his way through the bow-ports of the enemy.  On they rushed, one party
on the upper and the other on the main-deck, sweeping all before them.
The Frenchmen, though they numbered half as many again as our crew, gave
way; some springing down the hatchway, others flying aft, and in fifty
minutes from the commencement of the action the Republican colours were
hauled down, and the Frenchmen from all directions cried for quarter.

The brave French captain was found lying on the deck, his back torn open
by a round shot, and part of his hip carried away.  He was seen gnawing
at a piece of paper, which he continued to bite till his hand dropped,
and, his head sinking down, he ceased to breathe.  He fancied that he
was destroying a list of coast signals used by the French, which he had
found in one of his pockets; but he was mistaken, for the paper he
wished to prevent falling into our hands was discovered on him covered
with blood.  He was a brave fellow--there was no doubt about that.  We
had not gained our victory without a heavy loss, for we had eighteen
seamen and marines, three midshipmen and two other officers, killed, and
twenty-seven wounded; while the French lost sixty-three men.  I do not
think there was ever during the war a more equal or better-fought
battle, except that the Frenchmen had eighty more men to begin with than
we had; but then the _Nymph_ had slightly heavier metal, and was a few
tons larger than our antagonist.  However, I believe that if it had been
the other way, we should, notwithstanding, have won the day.

As soon as we had repaired damages we made sail, though it was four days
before we reached Portsmouth with our prize.  The brave French captain
was buried the next day in Portsmouth churchyard, the surviving officers
being permitted to attend him to the grave.  A few days afterwards His
Majesty, George the Third, came aboard our frigate, when our captain and
his brother, Commander Pellew, and all the officers of the ship, were
presented to him.

The king was highly pleased with the way the action had been fought, and
at once knighted our brave captain, and presented his brother with his
commission as post-captain, while Lieutenant Norris was made a
commander.  The king made inquiries as to what others had done.

"They all did their duty, your Majesty," answered the captain.

"No doubt about it.  That is what I know my officers and seamen always
do," observed the king.

The captain then told him of the way Harry had behaved.

"I am pleased to hear it, my lad," said the king; "and I hope some day
that I shall have the pleasure of placing the flat of my sword on your
shoulders.  What's your name?" asked the king.

The captain told him, and mentioned how he had been saved from the
_Royal George_.

"What! are you the `Child of the Wreck' I have been told of?" asked the
king.  "I wish that more like you had been saved; you have begun well,
and will prove an honour to the service, no doubt about that."

The king spoke in a like fashion to several others.  As may be supposed,
I felt prouder than ever of Harry, and was sure that if his life was
preserved he would not disappoint the good king or anyone else.



CHAPTER SEVEN.

The grass did not grow in the streets of Portsmouth in those busy times;
I managed, however, to get leave to run over to Ryde for a couple of
days, and took Harry and Reginald Leslie with me.  The youngsters got a
hearty welcome; and when I told the captain how Harry had behaved, he
complimented him greatly.  The youngsters were made much of by the
ladies, and they ran no small risk of being spoilt, so it seemed to me.
Miss Fanny especially, the captain's youngest daughter, seemed never
tired of talking to Harry, and asking him questions which he was well
pleased to answer.  She was a pretty, fair-haired, blue-eyed little
girl, about three years younger than him.  Neither the captain nor his
lady troubled themselves about the matter, looking upon them as
children; of course they were not much more.  Harry, however, came home
in the evening to Susan and me, and I was pleased to see that he was not
a bit set up, but just as affectionate to my wife as he had ever been.

The day after I got home I received the long-looked-for letter from
Jerry; but there was not much in it which I could make out, except that
he had come to an anchor near his old home, and had half-resolved not to
go wandering any more.  He had made himself known to his sister, who was
trying to persuade him to remain quiet.  He was very mysterious about
the affair I had at heart.  He still insisted that he was on the right
track; but as he might spoil all if it was discovered what he was about
until the right time came, it would be wiser not to mention names, in
case anybody should get hold of his letter.

"The youngster has friends," he added, "and is doing very well, and can
wait without damage for a few years.  There is another person also for
whose sake, even more than for his, I should like to have the mystery
cleared up, but the risk is too great to make the attempt.  We must,
therefore, as I have said, let both wait till the proper opportunity,
and that is in the hands of One who orders all things for the best."

I should say that Jerry wrote in a very different way to that in which
he spoke, and it seemed to me that when he got a pen in his hand he was
no longer the rough sailor, but the educated man he had once been before
he got into bad ways and ran off to sea.  He signed his letter "JD," and
told me to send my answer to the post-office, but on no account to
direct my letter by the name I knew him by.  I of course did as he
desired, thanking him heartily for what he had already done, and
expressing a hope that he would not neglect the interests of one whom my
wife and I loved so much.

I have not time to describe one-tenth part of the events in young
Harry's career.

After serving in the _Nymph_ some time longer, I was transferred to the
_Juno_ frigate; and Captain Leslie succeeded in getting the two
youngsters appointed to her.  I had belonged to her when she was first
in commission in the West Indies, commanded by Captain Hood.  A braver
man never stepped.  I remember an incident which will show his
character.  We were lying at Saint Anne's Harbour, Jamaica, a heavy gale
of wind blowing, when the look-out from the masthead discovered far out
at sea a raft; tossing about on the foaming waves, which threatened
every moment to wash off three men who were seen clinging to it.  The
captain at once ordered a boat to put off to their assistance, but the
sea was so heavy that the boat's crew held back, thinking that they
should lose their own lives if they made the attempt.

"I never order men to undertake what I dare not do myself," exclaimed
Captain Hood, springing into the boat.

Away he pulled amid the foam-crested, tumbling seas.  Every moment we
thought that the boat and all on board would be lost; but he at last
succeeded in reaching the raft, and taking the three poor men off it
just as they were exhausted, and would have in another minute been
washed away.

Such a man I was heartily glad to serve under again.  We sailed
immediately for the Mediterranean, where we joined Lord Hood's fleet
lying in the harbour of Toulon.  The French Royalists had given up the
city to the English and Spaniards, who were at that time our allies, and
their troops assisted to man the fortifications.  A Republican army,
however, invested the place, and a good deal of fighting had been going
on.  The English had, however, not quite two thousand men on shore, and,
though they could trust the French Royalists, the Spaniards,
Neapolitans, and other troops could not be relied on.  Serving in the
Republican army was Napoleon Buonaparte, then an officer of artillery;
not that I knew of it at the time, but I afterwards heard that he had
been there when he became Emperor of the French.

The French had one night surprised a detachment of Spanish troops posted
on an important height above Toulon, and thereby got possession of it.
No time was to be lost in driving them out, and the marines and a party
of bluejackets from the ships close at hand were ordered on shore to
assist the Spaniards in storming the heights and turning out the
Republicans.  The seamen, twenty of whom went from our ship, were headed
by Lieutenant Seagrave: I went to assist in the landing.  We had shoved
off, when I found that Reginald Leslie and Harry had jumped into the
boat.  Reginald said that he was resolved to see the fun.  Harry told me
that he had been ordered to take charge of the men instead of a master's
mate, who was unable to go, so he was all right; but Reginald had no
business to be where he was, and had there been time I should have sent
him on board again.  It was dark by the time we had reached the shore;
the troops and bluejackets, mustering eight hundred, formed as they
landed, and were immediately ordered to push forward.  I had intended,
as in duty bound, to keep Reginald Leslie in the boat, but he leapt on
shore among the first, and I was too busy to see what became of him.
The hills which rose above our heads were steep and rugged,
notwithstanding which, soldiers and bluejackets pushed up them by a long
and narrow path, with a rugged precipice on one side.  At any moment
they might arouse the enemy, who would soon have stopped their progress.

I knew it would take a couple of hours or more, from the distance they
had to go, before the party could be back.  I waited anxiously, thinking
more perhaps of Harry and his messmate than of the success of the
expedition, about which I had little doubt.  The time seemed very long.
At last, hearing the sound of firing from among the hills, I knew that
the batteries were being attacked.  The firing then ceased, the sound of
only an occasional shot reaching my ears.  I now waited more anxiously
than before for the return of the party.  Suddenly the sound of great
guns and musketry came down from over the hills, and I began to fear
that our party were being again attacked by a superior force.  I had
posted a couple of lookouts on the neighbouring heights which commanded
the path, to give notice of the approach of either friends or foes.  One
of them came running down, crying out--

"They are coming, sir, they are coming!"

"Our people or the French?"  I asked.

"Sure it must be our people, sir," answered the man, who was Irish but
as he seemed somewhat doubtful about the matter, I ordered the men into
the boats, to be ready to shove off, should by any chance our party have
been cut off.  At last I saw a large body of men coming down the hill,
and was greatly relieved when I discovered that they were Spaniards, and
that our other allies were following close behind.  Soon afterwards the
English troops came in sight, the bluejackets bringing up the rear.
They were at once embarked, and I heard that they had stormed and
captured the batteries, and spiked the guns, but had been attacked on
their way back by a large body of Republicans, who, however, had been
defeated with great loss.  I anxiously looked out for the two
midshipmen, but could nowhere find them.  I made inquiries, and was told
that they had been seen with the sailors, unhurt, just before the last
attack, but that several men had fallen just as they had received orders
to charge the enemy.  It was very evident, I feared, that they had
either been killed or taken prisoners.  Still, as I could not bear the
thoughts of leaving them, I obtained permission from the commanding
officer to take a party of men and to go in search of them, as, should
they have been only wounded, they might not be far off.  I had plenty of
volunteers, but chose only ten men, with a French Royalist officer who
had been aboard our ship and knew the country.  There was no time to be
lost, so we started at once up the steep path.  I felt my heart greatly
cast down, for I would have sooner lost my life than have had the brave
boys cut off.  Still I had some faint hopes of finding them; but should
they have been taken prisoners by the Republicans, I had too much reason
to fear that they would be shot; for those fellows were terrible
savages, and many of their Royalist countrymen who had fallen into their
hands had been mercilessly put to death.  As we approached the spot
where the Republicans had attacked our friends, we carefully examined
the ground on either side.  Pushing on, we came upon several dead bodies
of men who had been shot, two or three of whom were Spaniards, the
others Neapolitans; and farther on were a still greater number of
Republicans who had been killed in the attack on the troops; still we
went on till we got near the batteries, when our guide, though a brave
man, refused to go farther, saying that we should probably lose our own
lives, as the enemy were likely to be in the neighbourhood, and that it
was most probable the midshipmen had been taken prisoners.  Very
unwillingly, therefore, I agreed to return.  We still examined every
place on either side of the road into which a person could have crept
for concealment, for my idea was that one of the youngsters had been
wounded, and that the other had refused to desert him.  All this time we
had been careful not to speak above a whisper, for fear, should an enemy
be in the neighbourhood, of giving notice of our approach.  We had got
more than half-way down the hill, when, just as we turned a sharp angle
of the path, I caught sight, through the gloom, of a figure, some fifty
yards ahead of us, moving on, it seemed slowly; the person, whoever he
was, must have heard our footsteps, for he appeared to run on, we of
course making chase; presently he stopped, and the next instant we lost
sight of him.  Some of the men fancied that he must have gone over the
precipice.  We were quickly up to the spot, and were speaking pretty
loudly about what had become of the man, when I heard a voice crying out
my name, and, turning round, there in a hole of the rock I discovered
Harry supporting Reginald in his arms.

"Thank Heaven!" he exclaimed; "I thought you were Republicans, and that
we should have been taken off by them."

All hands were very glad to find the young gentlemen, but we lost no
time in talking.  It had been just as I had supposed; Reginald had been
wounded, and falling by the edge of a bank had rolled down it, and
Harry, who had been at his side at the time, followed him.  Just then
the Republicans who had been coming up had charged our men, and, in the
darkness, the lads being unable to tell which party had gained the
victory, they had been afraid to climb up the bank till all was again
silent.  By this time Reginald's wound prevented him from walking, and
Harry had had great difficulty in getting him up the bank; he then had
taken him on his shoulders, intending to carry him down the hill, but
when he had got some way Reginald fainted from pain and loss of blood.
On this he had carried him to a copse on the hillside, some little way
off; here he had put him down, and had done his best to bind up his
wound, intending to go on again as soon as Reginald was somewhat
recovered.  He had heard us hunting about, but thinking that we might be
enemies he had kept silent, though it was a wonder that no one had
discovered the youngsters.  After we had passed by, Reginald having come
to, Harry had taken him on his back, and was proceeding down the hill
when he overtook them as I have mentioned.  We, of course, lifted up
Reginald, and hurried as fast as we could down to the boat.

Harry, as he deserved, gained great credit for the way he had behaved,
for he had undoubtedly saved Reginald's life; and, in consideration of
his wound, the captain forgave Reginald for having left the ship without
leave.

I never had a fancy for fighting on shore, and I was not sorry when we
were ordered to Malta, to bring away a party of Maltese marines, engaged
to serve on board the fleet.

We had light and unfavourable winds going, and, on returning with the
soldiers aboard, we met with a succession of strong contrary gales from
the eastward, and a lee current, which prevented us from arriving
abreast of the harbour's mouth till about ten o'clock at night on the
11th of January.  The captain, not wishing to run the risk of being
thrown to leeward, considering the number of men we had on board,
determined to sail into the harbour at once.  We had no pilot, but the
master felt confident that he could take the ship in without risk.  The
hands were at their stations, and the captain ordered Harry and another
midshipman to go forward with night-glasses and look out for the fleet.
We had a moderate leading wind, which sent us under our topsails at a
fair rate through the water.  As we neared the outer roads of Toulon we
were somewhat surprised at not seeing any of the fleet, but the captain
concluded that the ships had run for shelter into the inner harbour.

The night, was clear, the moon was shining brightly, and the water
smooth.  As we advanced we made out a brig ahead, and beyond her the
lights of several others.  The captain, therefore, had no doubt but that
he was right in his conjectures.  Having passed the forts, we were
standing on, when we found that we could not weather the brig-of-war we
had seen ahead of us.  We were close to her stern, when a hail came from
her, but what was said we could not make out.  The captain, however,
supposing that the brig was Spanish, and wanted to know what ship ours
was, answered--

"His Britannic Majesty's frigate _Juno_!"

Again a hail came from the brig, and several people shouted out, "Viva!"
The captain then inquired what English ships were in the harbour, but
we could not make out a word of what was said in reply; still, of
course, taking her for Spanish, this did not surprise us, except that it
seemed somewhat strange that an English vessel should not have been
stationed at the mouth of the harbour.  Just as we passed under the
stern of the brig, someone again hailed from her--

"Luff! luff!"

The captain, fearing that we had shoal water aboard, ordered the helm to
be put a-lee, but before the frigate got her head to the wind we were
aground.  The captain immediately ordered the sails to be clewed up and
handed.  While the people were on the yards, we caught sight of a boat
pulling from the brig towards the town.  Just then, before the people
were off the yards, a sudden flaw of wind drove the ship's head off the
bank.  Hoping now to get off, the order was given to hoist the driver
and mizzen-staysail, and to keep the sheets to windward.  The instant
the ship lost her way, the bower-anchor was let go, on which she tended
to the wind; but the after-part of her keel was still aground.  The
launch and cutter were now hoisted out, and I jumped into the first to
carry out the kedge-anchor, with two hawsers, in order to warp the ship
clear.  We worked away with a will, for we did not like the thoughts of
being seen on shore by the rest of the fleet at daybreak.  That was all
we just then thought about.  At length we succeeded in getting her
completely afloat, and were returning to the ship, when we saw a boat go
alongside, and being hailed, she answered, "Captain Someone," but we did
not catch the name, and up the side he went with two other persons, who
seemed to be officers.  On reaching the deck he introduced himself as a
French captain, and said that it was the regulation of the port, and
according to the commands of the admiral, that vessels should go into
another part of the harbour and do ten days' quarantine.

On this, Captain Hood asked where the _Victory_, the admiral's ship,
lay.  The French officer hesitated, and then said she was far up the
harbour.

Just then Harry, who had a sharp eye, exclaimed somewhat loudly to a
messmate--

"Why, the fellows have the Republican cockades in their hats!"

The captain overheard him; and, looking more earnestly at the
Frenchmen's hats, he saw by the light of the moon, to his dismay, the
three Republican colours.  He put another question about the admiral,
when the French officer, finding that he and his companions were
suspected, replied--

"Make yourselves easy; the English are good people, and we will treat
them kindly; the English admiral has departed some time."

I can just fancy how our brave captain felt.

"We are prisoners!" exclaimed one of the officers; and the word, like
wildfire, ran along the deck, while several of the officers hurried up
to the captain to learn the truth.  We all knew what we had to expect--a
French prison till the end of the war, even if we escaped being shot by
the Republicans.  I never felt more cast down in all my life, and I
believe that was the case with everyone on board.  To be caught like a
rat in a trap, without a chance of escape, seemed too bad.  We were all
standing, not knowing what to do, some proposing one thing and some
another, expecting the French boats to come alongside and take
possession of our tidy little frigate, when a flaw of wind came down the
harbour.  Scarcely had we felt it than our third lieutenant, Mr Webley,
exclaimed--

"I believe, sir, we shall be able to fetch out if we can get her under
sail."

"We will try it at all events, and Heaven grant we may," answered the
captain; "we will not give up our ship without doing our best to save
her.  All hands to their stations!  Send the Frenchmen below."

I never saw such a wonderful change as in a moment came over everybody
on board.  The Frenchmen began to bluster and drew their sabres, but our
jollies quickly made them sheath them again, and they had to submit with
remarkably bad grace, hoping, I daresay, that we should again get on
shore.  Officers and men flew to their stations, and in less than three
minutes we had the canvas on her, and the yards braced ready for
casting.  The head sails filled.

"Cut the cable!" shouted the captain.

The ship quickly gathering way, began to glide down the harbour.  Our
launch and cutter, and the Frenchmen's boat, were at once cut adrift, so
as not to impede us, while a favourable flaw of wind gave the ship
additional way.  We had still, however, the heavy batteries to pass, and
it was not likely that they would allow us to go by without a warm
peppering; not that we thought much about that, for I know my heart
bounded as light as a cork, and so I am pretty sure did the hearts of
everyone on board at the thoughts that we were free.

Directly we began to loose our sails, the French brig opened her fire,
and we saw lights bursting out on all the batteries; while one, a little
on the starboard bow, was blazing away at us.  As we glided on, the guns
of all the forts opened fire as they could be brought to bear.  The wind
was very scant, and it seemed impossible that we could weather the point
without tacking, and, of course, while we were in stays, the enemy would
have taken steady aim; but again a favourable flaw of wind helped us.
As soon as the ship was well under command, the order was given to man
the guns, and we began returning the enemy's fire with good effect, as
far as we could judge.  The Frenchmen's shot came flying through our
sails, considerably cutting up our rigging, and two thirty-six pound
shot struck our hull; but we repaired damages as fast as we could, and,
nothing daunted, stood on.  Wonderful to relate, all the time not a man
had been hit; and if we felt happy when we first got the frigate under
way, we had reason to be doubly so when we found ourselves clear of the
harbour and not a ship following us.  We should have had no objection to
it had a frigate of our own size come out, as to a certainty we should
have given her a sound drubbing, and finished by carrying her off as a
prize.



CHAPTER EIGHT.

I should spin far too long a yarn were I to describe the various actions
in which we were engaged, or even mention the different ships to which
we belonged.  Both Harry and Reginald Leslie had now passed for
lieutenants--indeed they had been for some time doing duty as such.  Of
course they could have done very well without me, but hitherto, thanks
to Captain Leslie, we had always been appointed to the same ship.

The last time we were at home, Harry had become a greater favourite than
ever with the captain's family.  Of course the brave way in which he had
saved Reginald at Toulon, at the risk of his own life, was well known.
Though he himself might not have talked much about it, Reginald had
given a full account of all that had happened.  With Susan and me, Harry
was just the same as he had always been.  One thing we discovered, that
he had given his heart to Miss Fanny, and it was Susan's belief that she
had given hers in return.  We saw no harm in this, though we thought it
better not to talk to him about it; but I had a notion that the captain
did not suspect the true state of the case.  Both Harry and I were
anxious to hear from Jerry, but day after day passed by, and no letter
came from him; I was expecting to be sent off to sea, and so were the
young gentlemen.  Harry, I suspect, was in no hurry to go; and Reginald,
who generally took things easy, was happy with his family, and was
thankful to stop on shore for a spell.  Still the accounts which we read
in the papers, of the gallant actions fought, made us before long wish
to be afloat again.  We were reading, I remember, an account of Sir
Sidney Smith's brave defence of Acre against Buonaparte, whom he
compelled to raise the siege.

"I wish that I had been there!" exclaimed Harry.  "Captain Leslie says
we ought to be afloat again, and it's right, I know, though home is very
pleasant.  We are sure, if we go, to obtain our promotion before long,
and once lieutenants, if we have luck, we shall soon win our next step;
till I get that, I feel too sure that I shall have no chance of gaining
the object nearest my heart."

"What is that, Harry?"  I asked.

"Perhaps I ought to have told you before, father; but the secret was not
mine alone," was the answer.

Harry then told me what I suspected long ago, that he had set his heart
on marrying Miss Fanny Leslie.

"I hope you have not told her so, my boy," I said; "the captain would
not approve of it."

"Yes, father, I have though," he answered; "and she has promised to
marry me if her parents will allow her."

"I am very sorry to hear this, for one thing, Harry," I said; "I fear it
will cause you and her much disappointment and sorrow.  The captain is
very kind; he wishes you well, but he is proud of his family; and he
will not allow his daughter to marry a man about whose birth he knows
nothing, and who has no fortune.  He will also be vexed to find that his
daughter has engaged herself without first consulting him and her
mother."

"But we have known each other from childhood, and he always encouraged
me to come to the house," pleaded Harry; "and so Fanny thinks that he
will not object to me."

"It's my belief he never thought such a thing possible," I observed; "I
daresay he will blame himself when he finds it out, but that won't make
him excuse you.  I wish you would tell Miss Fanny what I say.  The best
thing you can now do is to set each other free; and if she remains
unmarried, and you obtain your promotion and discover that you are of a
family to which her father would not object, you can then come forward
openly and claim her."

This, I am sure, was good advice.

"But, father, I cannot say this to Fanny; she would think me
hard-hearted and that I did not really love her," said Harry.

"If she trusts you, and is a sensible girl, she will see that you are
acting rightly," I answered.  "Do what is right, and trust that all will
come well in the end.  That is a sound maxim, depend on it."

Harry at last replied that he would think over what I had said.

The next day he told me that he had spoken to Miss Fanny, who, though it
made her very unhappy, had at last acknowledged that I was right, and
consented to do as I had advised; assuring him, however, that she would
never change.  I was thankful to hear this, as it saved me from speaking
to the captain, which I should have otherwise felt bound to do.

A few days after this I received orders to join the _Vestal_ frigate;
and though neither I nor they expected it, Reginald and Harry were
appointed as master's mates to the same ship.  I had to go on board at
once, and they joined a few days afterwards.  We were ordered to fit out
with all despatch, and were quickly ready for sea.

I felt sorry at having to leave without again hearing from Jerry, for of
course I could not tell what might happen to me; and there was nothing I
more desired, for Harry's sake, than to find out who his parents had
been.  When I thought what a fine, handsome, gallant young fellow he
was, I could not help hoping that he would have no reason to be ashamed
of them.  At all events, he would not be worse off than he was; and
supposing that, after all, his birth was not such as he could boast of,
he might still win a name for himself, as many another officer had done,
who had, as the saying is, "gone in through the hawse-hole," just as the
renowned Captain Cook and several of our bravest captains and admirals
had done.

We had gone out to Spithead, and "Blue Peter" was flying from the fore,
when who should come alongside in a boat from Ryde but Susan herself.  I
had bidden her good-bye, and did not expect to see her again.

"I have brought a letter," she said; "and as it is from Jerry, I did not
like to trust it to anyone else."

She had just given it to me, when I received the order to "Pipe up
anchor"; so all I could do was to shove it into my pocket, while Susan
hurried down the side without knowing its contents.  This was very
trying to her, and I wished that she had looked at it before bringing it
off.

When a ship is making sail, the boatswain has more to do than anybody
else, and some hours passed before I could get to my cabin and break the
seal; it was, as Susan supposed, from Jerry.  Having it still by me, I
give it in his own words:--

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"Dear old Ship,--I am comfortably moored at last in a cottage of my own,
with a small independence left me by my father--more than I deserved.  I
might have had it years ago, if my good sister Mary and her husband, Mr
Pengelley, had known where to find me.  I had been here some time before
I could make up my mind to let Mary know who I was.  Instead of giving
me the cold shoulder, bless her heart, she welcomed me at once, and I
have been as happy as the day is long ever since, except when I think of
the past and my own folly; but as it does me no good dwelling on that, I
try to forget it.  Mr Pengelley is a lawyer, and lawyers, as you know,
hear a good many things.  One day I told him about Harry; he had never
heard of a child being saved from the wreck of the _Royal George_, nor
had any people about here that I can make out.  The next day he told me
that he had been thinking over the matter, and asked me if I had ever in
my wanderings been to the house of an old Mr Hayward, living some miles
off.  I remembered not only the house, which is a very solitary one,
half a mile or more from any highroad, but the old gentleman himself,
and a lady whom I heard was his widowed daughter.  She spoke to me
kindly when I first went there, and said that she loved sailors, and
wanted to hear all about the sea.  She invited me into the house, and
gave me a good dinner, and begged that I would look in whenever I came
that way.  I went several times.  Though she was every inch a lady, I
saw no servant in the house, and guessed that she took care of the old
gentleman; indeed it was evident that their means were very scanty.  She
must have been very pretty in her youth, but care and sorrow had left
their traces on her countenance; and I remembered, too, that she was
always dressed in black.  `I will tell you her history,' said Mr
Pengelley.  `Her father, Mr Hayward, was once a flourishing merchant at
Bristol, and she, his only daughter, was looked upon as his heiress.  A
young naval officer, Henry Stafford, met her at Bath, where she was
staying with some friends; they fell in love with each other, and were
engaged to marry as soon as he got his promotion, for he was then only a
mate in the service.  He and his only sister, Emily, lived with their
widowed mother at the same place.  Henry had good prospects, for he was
heir to his uncle Sir Mostyn Stafford, of an old and very proud family,
who had an estate in the neighbouring county.  When the baronet heard
that his nephew was about to marry without consulting him, he was very
indignant, and declared that if he persisted in connecting himself with
a family which he looked upon as inferior to his own, he would stop the
allowance he now made him, and not leave him a penny beyond the title
and estate, from which he could not cut him off.  Henry did not believe
that his uncle would, or indeed could, act as he threatened.  He would
possibly have, at all events, deferred his marriage; but going one day
to see Miss Hayward, he found her in great distress.  She then told him
that her father was on the point of failing, and wished her to marry a
man of large means, who would help him out of his difficulties.  On
this, Henry Stafford, fearing that he should lose her altogether,
persuaded her to run off with him, promising to raise money, as he
thought he could, to assist her father.  They married, and Henry, who
was the idol of his mother, took his young wife to live with her and his
sister.  He soon discovered that he was utterly unable to help Mr
Hayward as he intended; and though the merchant was at first much
annoyed at his daughter's clandestine marriage, he was quickly
reconciled to her, especially when she told him of Harry's intentions.
He soon afterwards failed, when, without making any attempt to retrieve
his fortunes, he went to live at the retired house where he still
resides.  When Sir Mostyn Stafford heard that his nephew had actually
married, he was highly incensed, and carried out his threats, depriving
even Mrs Stafford of a portion of her income over which he had power.
As he was not a badly-disposed man, I believe that he would not have
acted thus severely towards his nephew and sister-in-law had he not been
greatly influenced by a cousin of his, Biddulph Stafford, who was heir
to the estate after Henry.  Biddulph Stafford's whole soul was set on
making money, and he had been heard to express his satisfaction when war
broke out, as Harry was in the navy, that the enemy's shot might give
him possession of the estate and title.  His vexation and disappointment
was therefore very great when young Mrs Stafford gave birth to a son,
and from that moment he had redoubled his efforts to induce the baronet
to take harsher measures towards his nephew.  Harry was compelled to go
to sea as the only means of finding support for his young wife and
child.  He had been afloat about a year or more, when Mr Hayward fell
ill, and his daughter hurried off to see him, leaving her child in
charge of Mrs Stafford and Emily.  What Biddulph Stafford's object was
I don't know, but, being well informed of all that occurred, he
persuaded Sir Mostyn to offer not only to restore to Mrs Stafford her
income, but to increase it, provided she would consent not again to
receive her daughter-in-law, and to bring up the child herself.  This
was a hard trial to the poor young mother, but she could not hold out
when old Mrs Stafford persuaded her son to consent to the arrangement
under the belief that it was likely to prove advantageous to the boy.
Both Mrs Stafford and her daughter had, however, cause to regret this
arrangement, for they found that they were constantly watched, they
believed, by some agent of Biddulph, and they were persuaded his object
was to get possession of the child; however, by constant vigilance, they
were able to defeat it.  Now comes the mysterious part of the business.
Old Mrs Stafford, who had been for some time in declining health, died;
and the day after her funeral Emily and the child disappeared.  The idea
was that either Biddulph had won her over, or that she, frightened by
his threats, had gone off secretly to escape from him, thinking that by
some means or other he would get hold of the boy.  The latter opinion I
believe to be the true one; indeed, Biddulph Stafford, having been seen
at Bath the day before, it is possible that he might have followed
Emily, and by some means or other got possession of the child--perhaps
have carried the aunt and her nephew off abroad.  That there was foul
play no one doubted.  Young Mrs Stafford was as much in the dark as
anyone; she had not heard from Emily, nor had she been aware of her
intention of leaving Bath.  Living so completely out of the world as she
did, it was not till some time after that she heard her child and
sister-in-law were missing.  When the account of the loss of the _Royal
George_ reached her, she knew that it was the ship aboard which her
husband was serving, and she was for some days left in doubt whether he
was among the many who perished or the few which escaped.  In vain she
waited to hear from him; at last she saw his name among the list of
those who were lost.  It was a wonder that she did not sink under her
misfortunes, and she would probably have done so had she not undertaken
the sacred task of watching over her invalid father.  Another strange
circumstance occurred: Biddulph Stafford, who knew all along where she
was living, unexpectedly called on her, and expressed the greatest
sympathy with her at the loss of her husband, and offered to assist her
in obtaining a portion of the subscriptions raised for the widows of
those who perished.  She, knowing less about him than her sister-in-law
did, accepted his offer.  He assured her also that he had made every
inquiry for Emily and the little boy, but could not trace in what
direction they had gone.  It was remarkable that all the information she
obtained about the wreck of the _Royal George_ was from her cousin, and
he seems thoroughly to have won her confidence by his apparently frank
and pleasing manners.'"

"Such was the account I received from Mr Pengelley.  I wish I could
tell you more; but I cannot help thinking that something will come of
it, and you may depend on me for doing my best to ferret out the truth,
as I think you may also on my good brother-in-law.  Good-bye for the
present, Ben; I don't know whether it will be wise to tell this to your
young friend."

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I thought the matter over, and at last resolved to make a copy of the
letter, and to give it, sealed up, into Harry's keeping.  I did so,
charging him not to open it, except in the case of my death.
Recollecting Susan's natural curiosity to know the contents of the
letter, and also in case the original and the first copy should be lost,
I made a second, which I sent on shore at Falmouth, charging Susan not
to show it to anyone.  I also wrote to Jerry, thanking him for his
exertions, and begging him to send Susan all the information he could
collect.

We had been at sea some time, and had taken a French privateer and three
Spanish merchantmen, though we had met with no enemy which offered
opposition.  We were cruising in the Bay of Biscay, when one evening,
Cape Ortegal bearing south-west, distant eight or nine leagues, we
discovered a large fleet to windward, which our captain believed
consisted of Spanish merchant vessels under convoy of some men-of-war.

"We will pick up some of those fellows before long," he exclaimed; and
we stood towards the enemy.  As we drew near we made out five frigates
and two men-of-war brigs, with full eighty merchant vessels, steering to
the northward, having apparently come from Cadiz.  In spite of their
number, our captain kept to his resolution of attacking them, and stood
on till we weathered the leading frigate, which was ahead and some
distance from the convoy.  The darkness of night had come on when we got
up alongside the enemy.  Our captain hailed and asked her name.  The
answer was--

"The Spanish frigate _Ceres_."

"Then strike your colours," cried our captain.

The enemy did not obey the order, and we immediately poured a broadside
into her.  The Spaniards returned it, doing us little damage.  While we
were loading our guns, to give her a second dose, she put up her helm,
and endeavoured to join her consorts to leeward.  We immediately kept
away and engaged her to leeward, and in about twenty minutes we had
silenced her fire, having had only a couple of men hit; we were about to
take possession, when we saw the other four frigates close to us.  While
hauling up, to avoid being raked by the leading frigate which had opened
her fire on us, we fell aboard her, carrying away her main-topsail-yard.
We had handled her pretty roughly, when two more frigates coming up,
one on each side of us, we kept blazing away at both of them, till the
fourth arrived, followed by the two brigs.  We were now surrounded by
more enemies than even our fire-eating captain thought it prudent to
contend with.  However, either the Spaniards forgot to put shot in their
guns, or fired them wildly, for we received but little damage, only two
more men having been hit; we quickly hauled to the wind and stood out
from among them, unharmed, although they were blazing away as fast as
they could get their guns to bear on us.  We then steered for a part of
the convoy which had been somewhat scattered during the action, and
succeeded in cutting off a large brig; but as the frigates were close
upon our heels, we had only time to send a couple of boats on board,
under the command of Harry and Mr Leslie, who, having taken out her
crew, set her on fire fore and aft.  So rapidly had they executed their
orders, that they were back again in a little more than five minutes,
and we again made all sail, just as the four Spanish frigates coming up
got us within range of their guns.  As we had no longer any chance of
capturing either of them, we continued our course, and soon ran them out
of sight, they evidently having no inclination to follow us.  Though it
was not to be compared to our escape from Toulon, still it was a dashing
piece of business, which required good seamanship to accomplish, and I
therefore think it worthy of being mentioned.

Both Harry and Reginald were naturally anxious to do something to
distinguish themselves, by which they might make sure of their
promotion.  They had behaved admirably on every occasion, and all they
wanted was the opportunity which, as is well known, does not fall to the
lot of every man.

We had been cruising in the northern part of the Bay of Biscay, when,
standing towards Brest, we made out under the batteries in Camaret Bay a
brig-of-war at anchor, with springs on her cable.  One of our
lieutenants was ill, and another away in a prize.  Harry, to his great
satisfaction, having got leave to lead an expedition to cut her out,
asked for me to accompany him; Reginald had command of one boat, and a
midshipman had charge of a third.  We knew that there were several
ships-of-war at anchor scarcely a mile off, which might have sent their
boats to stop us if they had known what we were about.  We stood inshore
as soon as it was dark, and when about two miles from the place hove-to.
The boats were lowered, and we shoved off.  Harry and I were in the
cutter, a fast-pulling boat, and kept ahead of the other two boats.  We
could tell the position of the brig by the lights on shore, and, after a
hard pull, we caught sight of her.  We guessed by the sounds that
reached us that her crew were at quarters, but, though the other boats
were still some way astern, Harry was eager to board at once; we made
for her quarter, and hooking on, we sprang over her bulwarks with our
cutlasses in hand.  The Frenchmen made a desperate rush at us; I looked
round, but nowhere could I see Harry.  The next instant I found myself
hurled back into the boat among several of our men who had boarded with
me.  I sang out for Harry, but he was not in the boat, and I feared that
he had been cut down; just then I heard his voice, and found that he had
sprung into a trawl-net which hung over the brig's quarter.  We made
another attempt to gain the deck, and kept back the Frenchmen; while
Harry extricated himself, with the help of two of the men, from his
dangerous position, and leapt back into the boat, into which we were
again driven.

"Haul the boat more ahead, and we will try it again!" he shouted out.

Though I had had a thrust with a pike in my side, and I guessed that
several other men were wounded, not being aware, however, that Harry
himself had been hurt, we again sprang on board.  I kept close to him
this time, and warded off a heavy blow aimed at his head; pistols were
flashed in our faces, pikes thrust at us, and cutlasses were whirled
round our heads, and again we were driven back with more men hurt, while
I had received another wound from a cutlass.  I began to fear that we
should not succeed.  It was but for a moment.  Harry's voice cheered me
up:--

"At them again, lads!" he shouted; and once more we sprang up the side,
cutting down every one of the Frenchmen within reach of our weapons.
Six or eight of us having gained the deck, the rest followed; and
charging the Frenchmen we drove them aft, killing or wounding everyone
who attempted to withstand us.  In less than three minutes the brig was
ours, and the enemy cried out for quarter, even before the other two
boats came up.  The men in them not required at the oars jumped on board
to assist in securing the prisoners, the cable was cut, and, while we
were making sail, the boats took the prize in tow; and before the people
in the forts knew what had happened, we were standing away from the
land.  We found that six Frenchmen had been killed, and twenty wounded,
some of them pretty badly.  We had lost one man, and eight of us were
wounded, Harry in two places, and I in no less than six.  As soon as we
got the breeze, we took the boats in tow, and stood towards the frigate.
The captain was highly pleased at the success of the enterprise, and
told Harry that he might be sure of his promotion.

We had been on the point of returning home, and we now made the best of
our way with our prize up Channel.  I was not aware, till the doctor
came to overhaul me, how much I had been hurt, and the next day I was
unable to leave my cabin.  Harry, who had the cabin of the absent
lieutenant, was also confined to his.  As soon as he could, he came to
see me.

"I would willingly have been much more hurt rather than have missed
taking the prize," he said, after he had inquired how I was getting on.
"I hope that Captain Leslie will at least see that I am worth
something."

"No doubt about that, Harry," I answered.  "You did well, and I am proud
of you; still be wise, and don't presume on what you have done."

I don't think Harry quite liked my advice; however, he said nothing.  I
think that Reginald must have been a little jealous of him, though it
was not his fault that he had not been up in time to board the brig
before we had possession of her; at all events, he did not show what he
felt, and spoke as if he admired Harry more than ever.

As soon as we arrived at Spithead, Harry, Reginald, and I got leave to
go on shore; Harry had by this time nearly recovered, but the doctor
said that I must not expect to be fit for duty for many weeks to come.
Reginald at once went home, and Harry accompanied me.  If nobody else
was proud of him, Susan at all events was, and I had good reason to be
thankful that I had such a wife to look after me.  The same evening
Reginald came down and begged Harry to come to the house, as his father
and mother and all the ladies were anxious to see him.  Reginald had
been giving a full account of Harry's gallantry, and I suspect from what
Susan heard, that Miss Fanny had somewhat betrayed her feelings.  Harry
came back in high spirits, accompanied by Reginald, to help him along; I
was altogether laid up, and, though Harry could not walk far, he managed
to get every day to the captain's house.  In less than ten days he
received his commission as lieutenant.

"I knew you would!"  I exclaimed as he held it up proudly to me.  "All
you wanted was the opportunity, and you got that."

"I hope that Reginald will get his too!" he exclaimed, "for he deserves
it, as he would have done the same had he had the chance I got.  I must
go up to the captain's, and tell them," he said.

"I was on the point of cautioning him about his behaviour to Miss Fanny,
but I had not the heart just then to do it, he looked so proud and
happy.  Off he went, and didn't come back till late in the evening, as
he had been asked to stop and dine.  Next day he had to go over to
Portsmouth to order his uniform.

"I must go up and see Miss Fanny first," he said; "she told me that the
captain spoke so highly of me that she is satisfied he would not object
to our marriage.  I shall have, as you know, a good share of
prize-money, and we think that we shall have enough to keep house; so
she was to tell the captain this morning, and we hope to have it all
settled.

"I don't like to damp your spirits, Harry," I said, "but, my dear boy,
don't be too sure; the captain could do nothing else than speak highly
of your conduct; but that makes me think, as I have all along, that he
never dreamt of his daughter and you falling in love with each other.
However, you are bound to go up and hear what he has to say, and if he
is not pleased, don't show any anger, but say that you will wait
patiently till you have gained another step in rank, or have discovered
who are your parents; and that if it should be proved that your family
is not inferior to his, that you hope he will then withdraw any
objections he may at present entertain."

"I trust that I shall not have to say that," answered Harry; "I would
rather be accepted on my own merits."

"So you are by the young lady; and that is the chief matter.  Parents
are apt to look at things in a different light to young people," I
observed.

Susan and I sat anxiously waiting Harry's return.  I forgot to say that
I had been hoping, day after day, to hear from Jerry, and had written
telling him of Harry's gallantry, and that he and I were at home again.
I had, however, received no answer.  Harry had been absent fully three
hours.  I saw, as soon as he appeared, that all had not gone well.  He
threw himself into a chair.  Susan waited for him to speak.  At last she
said, in her gentle way--

"I am afraid, dear Harry, that the captain does not see things in the
light you expected."

"No, mother, he does not," he answered.  "He spoke as if he wished to be
as kind as possible, but what he said went to my heart.

"`I have regarded you with sincere affection, having known you from your
childhood, and as the friend of my son,' he began; `but I did not expect
that you would have thus returned any service I may have rendered you.
I have been wrong, I confess, to permit the intimacy which has existed
between you and all the members of my family; but I tell you at once
that I have an insuperable objection to any one of my daughters marrying
a man whose family is unknown to me.  For yourself I shall always
entertain the truest regard, and I must beg you to receive this answer
as final.  Though Mrs Leslie and I shall regret the loss of your
society, you will see that, under the circumstances, it is better that
you should not again come to my house.'"

"I tried to argue the point, and spoke to the captain as you advised,
father; but all I said had no effect, and showed me he had made up his
mind how to act.  He would not even allow me to see Fanny; and from
being the happiest of human beings, I am now one of the most miserable."

Susan and I did what we could to comfort Harry, though without much
avail.  I was therefore thankful when the next day a letter from the
Admiralty came appointing him as third lieutenant to the _Vestal_, and
directing him to join at once.  Reginald came down immediately
afterwards, as he had also been ordered to join his ship; and he
proposed that they should go over to Portsmouth that afternoon.  Harry
agreed; and though Susan and I were sorry to lose him so suddenly, we
saw that it was the best thing he could do.

A week afterwards the _Vestal_ sailed down Channel, and, judging by
Harry's last letter, I hoped that he had somewhat regained his spirits.



CHAPTER NINE.

I had been some time at home, and had pretty nearly recovered from my
wounds.  Susan frequently went up to see Jane; and the ladies treated
her, notwithstanding what had occurred, as kindly as ever; but the
captain ceased to inquire after me, and he evidently had not got over
his annoyance, and still believed that Susan and I, if we had not
encouraged Harry, might have at all events prevented him from falling in
love with Miss Fanny.  The poor young lady had not recovered her
spirits; and Susan said she was afraid that if anything should happen to
Harry it would bring her to her grave.  This of course made us more than
ever anxious to hear again from Jerry.  At last one day the postman
brought a letter to our door and demanded three shillings for it, which
I willingly paid, for I saw at a glance that it was from my old
shipmate.  I have it still by me; here it is:--

"Dear old Ship--

"What I told you in my last has prepared you for the news I have now to
give.  I thought over what Mr Pengelley had told me, and could not help
hoping that we should at last find out all about Harry Saint George.

"The very first time that I saw Mrs Stafford (though I did not know her
name then) she told me that her husband had been an officer on board the
_Royal George_, and that he was lost when the ship went down; but she
said nothing more at that time.  When, however, I heard that she had had
a little boy who had disappeared with her young sister-in-law, I at once
jumped to the conclusion that the young lady who had come to your house
was Miss Stafford, and that the little boy was her nephew.  It struck me
that nothing was more likely than that Miss Stafford should have set off
to see her brother, and consult with him what was best to be done for
the safety of his son; but, as you know, it's a very different matter to
guess a thing and to prove it.  Still I am almost as certain as I am of
my own existence, that the little boy you saved from the wreck was Harry
Stafford's son; but my thinking so won't get him his rights.  Biddulph
Stafford and I were young men together before I went off to sea, and
many a wild prank we played; some of them such as I don't like to think
about.  There was an act of his, indeed, which, if known, would bring
him under the power of the law; and I feel sure that if I were to
introduce myself to him, and let him know that I was acquainted with it,
and could bring witnesses to prove his guilt, long ago as it happened, I
might gain an influence over him, which I might exercise for Harry's
benefit.  Sir Mostyn Stafford, you will understand, is still alive, and
all Biddulph's scheming and plotting has hitherto gained him no
advantage.  My first idea was to go and give him his choice, either to
acknowledge Harry, or to take the consequences of having his crime made
known; he might, however, set me at defiance.  The difficulty would be
to prove that the young lady you saw was Miss Stafford, and then that
the child saved from the wreck was the same little boy she had brought
with her.  The first thing to be done, as it seemed to me, was to learn
from Mrs Stafford if she knew how her little boy was likely to have
been dressed; and if she described him as you had seen him, it would
settle the matter in our minds, and we might possibly get Mr Pengelley,
or some other lawyer, to take up the case, and try to gain his rights
for your young Harry.  As soon as this idea occurred to me, I went back
to Mr Pengelley; he thought that I might be right, but told me to wait
till he had obtained some more certain information as to how the
Stafford estates were settled.  This took up some time, for lawyers seem
to me to have a peculiarly slow way of setting about a business;
probably they find from experience that `Slow and steady wins the race.'
At last he sent for me, and told me that I might go off and see Mrs
Stafford, and gain all I could from her.  I of course lost not a moment.
She recognised me at once, though she was naturally surprised to find
how I was changed.  I introduced the subject cautiously.  I then asked
her if she thought it possible that her son was still alive?  She said
that sometimes she had hopes, but then she could not understand how it
was that her sister-in-law had never written to her.  At last I asked
her if she could describe what her son was like?  `Yes,' she said, `for
I have his portrait, which Emily sent me a few days only before her
mother's death.'  `Will you allow me to see it?'  I asked; and going to
her room she returned with a small well-done drawing of a little boy,
exactly like what Harry might have been, and dressed as you described
him, in a sailor's jacket and trousers and round hat.

"`You see him in a dress I made for him myself, and sent only a short
time before.  I also made a copy of it, which I forwarded to my poor
husband on board the _Royal George_.'

"`Did it ever occur to you, ma'am,' I asked, `that your sister may have
gone to see her brother on board the _Royal George_, and taken the
little boy with her?'

"`Yes, indeed,' she answered, `I thought that possible; but when I heard
that all the women and children on board had perished, I knew that if
such were the case, both Emily and my child must have been lost also.'

"`Did you ever hear, ma'am, that a little boy was saved from the wreck?'
I said.

"`No,' she answered.  `Mr Biddulph Stafford, who kindly came here at
the time, and told me all about it, did not mention that any child was
saved; but oh! say, was such really the case?  Could my boy have been on
board and escaped the fate which overtook his father?'

"I thought it time to describe to the poor mother how a young lady came
with a little boy, exactly like the picture she had just shown me, to
your cottage, and how you had saved the same child after the ship had
gone down, and that the same boy was now an officer in the navy.

"`Oh, merciful Providence, he must be my own boy!  I should know him
even now, he cannot be so changed,' she exclaimed.

"I told her, though I did not wish to raise her hopes to disappoint
them, that I felt sure she was right.  But then I suggested that though
she might be confident that Harry Saint George was her son, it might be
very difficult to prove it so as to enable him to obtain his rights.

"`If we could prove that Miss Stafford went to Ryde with her nephew, it
would greatly assist the case,' I observed.

"`I will look over all her letters to me, and see if she ever mentioned
that she thought of so doing,' she said.  `I have some also which my
husband wrote to her during their mother's illness, and he may possibly
have expressed a wish to see her and our boy.  But surely, even should I
not discover anything of the sort, Sir Mostyn Stafford will be convinced
that my son is his nephew, and would not refuse to acknowledge him.'

"About that, I said, I could not be sure; but I advised her not on any
account to let Mr Biddulph Stafford know that she had gained tidings of
her son, lest he might influence Sir Mostyn.  I told her that I was sure
my brother-in-law, Mr Pengelley, would, with the evidence she was able
to bring forward, undertake her case; and I offered, should Harry Saint
George be in England, to go to Ryde and bring him back with me.

"`I am indeed most grateful,' she answered.  `I must not leave my poor
father, or I would go myself to see my son, for that he is my boy I have
not a doubt on my mind.'

"Just as I was about to leave the room, my eye fell on a small portrait
of a lady hanging against the wall, and it occurred to me that it might
be that of Miss Stafford.  I asked the question.  Mrs Stafford said it
was; and I proposed taking it with me to know whether you and your wife
could recognise it, and perhaps others might be found who may have seen
her on board the _Royal George_ to do so likewise.

"She at once took down the portrait, which with that of her son she
carefully packed up and entrusted to my care.  After again cautioning
her against Mr Biddulph Stafford, I wished her good-bye, and returned
with the information I had gained to my worthy brother-in-law, who, on
hearing it, said that he was convinced in his own mind that Harry Saint
George was the son of Henry Stafford, and that he would undertake his
case, though he advised me to caution you and him not to be too sanguine
about gaining it; at the same time you might be sure that Mrs Stafford
would acknowledge him, and that he would thus, which he would probably
value more than fortune, be able in the eyes of his friends to establish
his right to bear his father's name.

"Mr Pengelley hopes that you will on no account let anyone learn the
history I have now given you till everything is prepared.  Should
Biddulph Stafford bear that young Harry is discovered, he will stir
heaven and earth to prevent him from establishing his rights.  I might,
as I before said, by threatening to expose the crime of his early days,
gain a power over him; but as it occurred so long ago, he might feel
himself safe and set me at defiance.  At all events be cautious, and let
no one but Harry and your wife, who, from what I saw of her, is, I
should judge, a discreet woman, know anything of the matter."

This letter, as may be supposed, threw Susan and me into a great state
of agitation.  We could talk of nothing else, and kept looking out every
moment for Jerry's arrival; we could not help grieving that Harry was
not at home, for we could take no steps without him.  We were sorry,
too, that we could not consult with Captain Leslie, as Jerry had
forbidden us to speak to anyone on the subject.  He, I was sure, could
be trusted, though he had been so much offended with Harry for venturing
to look up to Miss Fanny; but the state of the case was now greatly
altered; and should Harry be able to prove that he was heir to Sir
Mostyn Stafford, instead of being without name or family, I knew of
course that the captain would no longer think of forbidding him to marry
his daughter.

I had one day walked down to the beach, when a wherry from Portsmouth
came to an anchor, and soon after a boat reached the shore with several
people in her.  Among them was a one-legged man, with white hair, who
looked to my eyes like an old post-captain or admiral.  I went up to
him, at first with some doubt in my mind, but soon saw that it was no
other than my old shipmate Jerry.

He put out his hand and shook mine cordially, saying as he did so, "You
are less changed than I am, Ben, but years make a difference in a man.
Stay, I must not lose sight of my valise.  Once upon a time I should
have made nothing of carrying it myself, but I am not as strong on my
pins as I used to be.  Can you get someone to take it up to your house?
We will keep him in sight, however; because, as you may guess, I should
not like to lose it."

I said that I would carry it myself, and, taking it out of the boat,
shouldered it and walked up alongside Jerry, who stumped along with much
less briskness than formerly; indeed I saw that he was greatly aged
since we last met.  On reaching home, after Susan had welcomed him, he
caught her eye turned towards the valise.

"You are anxious to see the portraits I wrote about," he observed,
getting up and opening it.  The first he took out was that of the little
boy.

"That's like him all over," exclaimed Susan.  "I should have known it
even if I had not expected to see it; and it's just the same as the one
I have upstairs, though that is terribly faded."

"Please get it, Mrs Truscott, and we will compare the two," said Jerry.
She quickly brought the little picture we had so carefully preserved;
though the colours were almost gone, the lines were sufficiently clear
to remove any manner of doubt in our minds that the one was a copy of
the other.

"And now, what do you think of this?" producing a portrait of Miss
Stafford.

"The very young lady who came to our house," exclaimed Susan.  "Owing to
the sad circumstances of her death, her features are more impressed on
my mind than those of anyone I ever met, and I am sure those who know
Harry would say that he is wonderfully like her."

I agreed with my wife, and Jerry said that he thought so likewise from
what he recollected of him; indeed we had not a shadow of doubt on our
minds that our dear Harry was the son of Henry Stafford.

"Oh, how I wish he was at home!" cried Susan; "he cannot fail to gain
his rights; and then he might marry dear Miss Fanny and be so happy.
Ben, I must go and tell her what we have found out about his family, and
that she may be sure all will come right.  It will do her all the good
in the world, for she has been very sadly since her father forbid Harry
to come to the house and got him sent off to sea; sometimes I have
thought that the poor dear would break her heart."

I asked Jerry what he thought.

"There might be no harm in letting Miss Fanny know, but it must depend
upon whether she has got discretion or not," said Jerry.  "If she is a
wise girl she will hold her tongue, and I daresay it will make her
happier to hear what you wish to tell her."

Susan at length gained her way, and, promising duly to caution Miss
Fanny to be prudent, set off.

Jerry and I sat talking over matters till Susan came back.

"I am thankful I went," she said.  "I found Miss Fanny very ill, and I
have hopes that the news I gave her will restore her to health faster
than any doctor's stuff."

I told Jerry how I had hunted for the young lady's luggage, and had been
unable to find it, though she had told me the name of the inn where she
had left it; and I was sure she would not have spoken falsely.

"Is the landlord still alive?" asked Jerry.

"Yes; though well in years," I answered.

"Well, then, we will go along together, and see if we can make anything
out of him," said Jerry; and off we set.  We went into the bar-room.
Fortunately no one was there, so we asked the landlord to come in and
have a quiet glass with a couple of old salts.  He, nothing loath, came
at once, for he had been a sailor himself.  I never saw anybody like
Jerry for leading on to a point he wanted to reach; he soon got talking
about the _Royal George_, then he asked the landlord if he remembered
the name of the young lady who came to his house the day before the
wreck with a little boy.

"No," said the landlord, "I don't remember her name, though I do her and
the little boy."

"Then you heard it?" said Jerry.

"Can't say but what I did," answered the landlord.

"Then can you tell me what the gentleman did with her luggage?" he
asked, looking the landlord full in the face.  "Come, you know he bribed
you to stow it away, and say nothing about it if questions were asked."

I never saw anybody look so astonished as the landlord did when Jerry
said this.

"How should you know anything about it?" he asked.

"I know a good many things," answered Jerry, with a knowing look.
"Come, mate, tell us what Mr Biddulph Stafford paid you for stowing the
things away, and I will promise that it shall be doubled if you can find
them."

I did not know at the time that this was all a guess of Jerry's, but he
had hit the right nail on the head.

"Is it a bargain?" asked the landlord.  "I suppose that Mr Biddulph
can't do me any harm?"

"It's a bargain, and I will see that you are not the sufferer," said
Jerry.  "Come, what did he give you?"

"Ten pounds," answered the landlord.

"You shall have twenty; and that you may be sure of it, I will write out
the promise to pay you."

The landlord, thus taken by surprise, agreed; and Jerry, who followed
the wise plan of "striking while the iron is hot," made him then and
there bring pen and paper, when he wrote out an order on his
brother-in-law for twenty pounds.  The landlord then begged that we
would come upstairs, and, going through a trapdoor in the roof, he let
down two small trunks, such as ladies might use for travelling.  They
were both locked.

"There they are," said the landlord; "and the sooner you take them the
better.  They have made me uncomfortable ever since they have been in
the house; I didn't like to destroy them, and I didn't know where to put
them.  As it is so long since Mr Biddulph Stafford came here, I don't
suppose that he will trouble me again about them."

We waited till dark, and the landlord then getting us a boy to carry one
of the trunks, I shouldered the other, and we set off back to my house.

Though Susan was naturally curious to see their contents, we agreed that
we would not open them ourselves, but wait till Mrs Stafford could do
so, as she was more likely than anyone else to recognise their contents.
We then talked over what was best to be done.  I was for telling
Captain Leslie, for I was sure that he had still as kind a feeling
towards Harry as ever, and that he had acted as he had done to prevent
him and his daughter from making what he considered an imprudent match.
Jerry at last came to agree with me, and he consented to write to Mr
Pengelley and ask his advice.  Mr Pengelley thought as I did, that as
an old friend of Harry's the captain might be trusted; indeed, without
his assistance it would have been difficult to get Harry sent home.  I
lost no time in hastening up to the captain, and told him everything; he
was, as I expected he would be, highly delighted.

"He is a noble young fellow, and I all along thought he was of gentle
birth, though he might not have a right to his father's name," he
exclaimed.  "We will get him home without delay, for of course nothing
can be done till he arrives."

He promised to be cautious, so that Mr Biddulph Stafford should not get
an inkling of what we were about.

"I will accompany him myself and give him all the support in my power,
as the whole matter is as clear to me as noonday, and, whether his uncle
acknowledges him or not, he must win his case."

I told him that Jerry hoped he would not say anything to the rest of his
family.

"I will be discreet," he answered, "depend upon that."

I had a strong suspicion that the ladies soon knew all about it, though
for my part I was sure they would act wisely.

Jerry received a letter from Mr Pengelley, saying that he wished to see
him, and to bring the information he had gained.  Bidding us, therefore,
good-bye, he set off to return home, taking the portraits of the young
lady and Harry with him.

After this there seemed nothing to be done but to wait till Harry's
return; Captain Leslie had written to request that he might be allowed
to come home on urgent family affairs, and there was no doubt but that
he would obtain leave to do so, and he would of course guess the object.

I spent a good part of each day with spyglass in hand, looking out for
fresh arrivals at Spithead.  When either Susan or I went up to the
captain's, we were sure to find Miss Fanny at the telescope, which stood
on a stand in the bay window of the drawing-room, turned in the same
direction.  At last one day I saw two frigates coming in round Saint
Helen's; the leading one had her fore-topmast shot away and her sails
and rigging much cut up; the second, which had the English colours
flying over the French, was in a far worse condition, her mainmast and
mizzen-topmast were gone, and her hull was severely battered.  She was
evidently a prize to the first.

"I can't help hoping that yonder frigate is the _Vestal_; it's hard to
say positively, but she is, as far as I can judge from this distance,
wonderfully like her," I exclaimed to Susan.  I hurried down to the
"hard," and, engaging a boat, put off and got alongside before any of
the Portsmouth boats.  I soon found that I was right.  The first person
I saw on stepping on deck was Harry himself; he hurried forward to shake
me by the hand.

"Father," he said, "we have had a glorious fight, and the captain has
been good enough to speak highly of me; after an hour's fighting,
broadside to broadside, we got foul of the enemy, and I had the honour
of leading the boarders."

I asked him if he had received Captain Leslie's letter; he had not.

"I am then the first to bring you the good news," I said; and I told him
in as few words as I could how Jerry had discovered who his parents
were, and that he might before long see one of them.  He was naturally
eager to go on shore at once, but he could not desert his duty; so,
sending the boat back with a message to Susan, I remained on board till
the frigate with her prize went into harbour.  Reginald was as much
rejoiced at his friend's prospects as Harry was himself.  As soon as
they could get leave they accompanied me over to Ryde.

We landed at the very spot where, about twenty years before, I had
stepped on shore with Harry in my arms, all wet and draggled, followed
by the sheep which had saved his life.  And now he stood by my side, a
fine, well-dressed young man, with the thorough cut of a naval officer.
He had had time to get rigged out in a new uniform, and looked
handsomer, I thought, than ever.  Somebody else would think so, too, I
had a notion.

We hurried up to our cottage, where Susan was on the look-out for him.
He took her in his arms and kissed her, just as he would have done
before he went to sea.

"Mother," he said, "you are looking well, and thankful I am to come back
to you."

"You've another mother now, Harry," she said, gazing in his face, and
the tears fell from her eyes.

"I shall not love you the less," he answered, "though I had a dozen
mothers."

"There are more than her to share your love, Harry," she replied.

"Well, mother," he said, smiling, "I hope my heart is large enough for
all."

"That it is, I am sure, Harry," she answered; "and I'll not grudge what
you give to others."

Reginald had stayed outside the garden; when I looked out, I found that
he had gone off home.  Harry cast a wistful glance in the same
direction; still he did not like to leave Susan in a hurry.  She guessed
what was passing in his mind.

"I mustn't be keeping you here, Harry," she said, "so do you go after
Mr Reginald.  Miss Fanny will be looking for you, and she won't thank
me if I keep you here.  Now go, Harry, and bless you--bless you; my
heart's very happy at seeing you back, for I'm sure that all will turn
out as we wish it at last.  You've had a sore trial, but you acted
rightly."

Harry, having given Susan another embrace and shaken me warmly by the
hand, bounded away after Reginald.  I didn't offer to accompany him,
for, in truth, I could not have moved as fast as he did; but I followed
at my leisure, as the captain had told Susan he wanted to see me as soon
as I came on shore.  As I got near the house, I caught sight of Harry
and Miss Fanny in the shrubbery, and from what I saw he had no reason to
doubt that she loved him as much as ever; and I am sure that she would
not have met him as she did, unless she had had the captain's leave to
receive him as her intended husband.  Mr Reginald reached the house,
and got through the greetings with the captain and his mother, and other
sisters.  A very happy party they looked, for he had a good account to
give of himself, though maybe he hadn't quite as much to boast of as had
Harry.  From the way Harry was received when he at last made his
appearance with Miss Fanny by his side, I felt sure that all was right.

I had afterwards a long talk with the captain.  He told me that he was
ready for a start as soon as Harry was at liberty.  There was no time to
be lost, for we could not tell what tricks Mr Biddulph Stafford might
be playing in the meantime.  As far as we knew, he had as yet no inkling
of what had occurred; but he was deep and cunning, according to Jerry's
account, and would move heaven and earth, if his suspicions were
aroused, to defeat our object.  Some days, however, must pass before we
could begin our journey, as Harry could not quit his ship till she was
paid off.  It was a question with us whether Mr Biddulph Stafford knew
that his nephew had been saved when the ship went down, or had found out
the name we had given him; if he did, he would soon learn that he had
come home again, and might possibly be on the look-out for him,
thinking, of course, that Harry was still ignorant of who he really was.
This idea came into the captain's head.  He said that he thought it
would be well to tell Harry, that he might be on his guard against any
treacherous trick his uncle might endeavour to play him.  I had not many
fears on the subject; still I agreed that it would be better to be on
the safe side.

Harry and Reginald spent that night on shore, and the next day returned
to Portsmouth.  It was on the evening of that day, as I happened to be
passing the inn where Miss Stafford had left her boxes, when I caught
sight of a strange gentleman coming along the road, and looking about
him as if in search of some house or other.  As I passed close to him I
looked in his face, and could not help fancying that he was very like
Harry, only much older, with a very different expression of countenance.
After I had passed him I turned round, when I saw him looking up at the
sign of the inn, and then go without further hesitation up to the door.
I walked on some little way, and stood watching the inn till he came out
again.  As I again passed him I felt sure that he was no other than Mr
Biddulph Stafford, from the dark and troubled look I saw on his
countenance.  He then went on into the town.  As the wind was from the
north-east, and the tide was ebbing, I knew that no wherry was likely to
put off for some time to come, and that I should be able to fall in with
him again before he left the island.  I accordingly entered the inn to
learn what I could from the landlord.  He presently, taking me into his
private room, confessed that the stranger was no other than the man I
suspected.  He had at once made himself known, and asked what had become
of the young lady's trunks, and seemed anxious to have them.  The
landlord at once told him that he could not give them, seeing that they
were no longer in his possession, and that, for what he knew to the
contrary, they had long since been destroyed.  At last, when he pressed
him, he told him that he had given them to two sailors to carry off into
the middle of the Channel and sink them, thinking that was the best way
of disposing of them.  This seemed to satisfy him, and giving the
landlord a guinea, and telling him not to say anything about the matter,
he went off.

"That was not the truth, my friend," I observed.

"It was partly true," answered the landlord, "for you and the old
gentleman who came with you were seamen--I could swear to that; and how
should I know that you didn't sink them away there 'twixt this and
Portsmouth?"

I had no time to argue, the point with the landlord, though of course he
was wrong, as I had to look after Mr Biddulph Stafford.  I found him on
the shore, trying to engage a wherry to carry him across to Portsmouth;
but none of the men would go, as it was blowing harder than ever, with a
nasty sea running.  At last I heard him offer five guineas to anyone who
would cross.  I knew by this that he must be in a desperate hurry.

"If you'll wait half an hour, sir, I'll do it," said the owner of a
large wherry, coming up to him; "we shall get across just as soon as we
should if we were to start now."

To this Mr Biddulph Stafford agreed, and I saw him go into an inn near
the beach, to get some refreshment I suppose, telling the man to call
him when he was ready.  I now knew that I should have no difficulty in
ascertaining whether he had really gone, so I hastened back to the
captain, to tell him what I had discovered.  He immediately wrote to
Harry, to tell him to get ready for a start, and to meet himself and me
at "The George," where we would call for him next morning, if we could
get across, on our way to Mr Pengelley's; adding, that the sooner we
could get him recognised by his mother and uncle the better, lest Mr
Biddulph Stafford should be taking steps to defeat us.  The letter was
sent off by the mail-packet that night.

The captain agreed that it would be better that Susan should accompany
us, as her evidence was sure to be wanted; so, calling at our cottage on
my way back to the shore, I told her to pack up her traps and get a
woman to take care of the house during her absence.  Though she didn't
like leaving home, she was willing to do anything for Harry's good, and
promised to be ready in time.

On returning to the beach I found that Mr Biddulph Stafford had just
put off from the shore, but, with the wetting and tossing he would get,
I felt pretty sure he wouldn't be ready to start till the next morning,
if even then.

I daresay Miss Fanny would rather have had Harry come back at once to
Ryde, but she was too wise to say anything about the matter.  The next
morning was fine, and the captain, Susan, and I crossed to Portsmouth,
taking with us Miss Stafford's trunks, which I had had done up in
canvas, and painted in such a way that even should Mr Biddulph Stafford
get sight of them they might not be recognised by him.  We found Harry
waiting for us at "The George."  The ship had been paid off the previous
day, and he and Reginald were now free.  The latter went back to Ryde
"to console Miss Fanny," as he said.

On making inquiries I found that Mr Biddulph Stafford was sleeping at
the hotel, and had not yet come out of his room, which convinced me that
he had been knocked up the previous day by sea-sickness, and also that
he did not know that we were trying to get ahead of him.  The postchaise
being ordered, we at once started, and, travelling as fast as the horses
could get along, without any accident reached Mr Pengelley's.  Harry
was of course very anxious to see his mother; and accordingly, leaving
Captain Leslie with Mr Pengelley, he and Jerry, with Susan and I, set
off for the old house where she and her father lived.  Mr Pengelley,
Jerry told us, had already somewhat prepared her for the recovery of her
son.

As we approached the house we saw in the garden a fair lady dressed in
black, who, though thin and careworn, was still very handsome, attending
to an old gentleman seated under a tree in an arm-chair.  I guessed at
once she must be Mrs Stafford.  Harry, who had been on the box, got
down, while Jerry stumped forward, as fast as his wooden leg would let
him, to announce us.  He had scarcely begun to speak when, the lady,
fixing her eyes on Harry, rushed forward.

"You are indeed my son!" she exclaimed, as Harry supported her in his
arms--for, as may be supposed, she was well-nigh overcome with
agitation.  However, it is more than I can do to describe, all the
particulars of the meeting.  Harry was also not a little agitated, but,
after some time, both he and Mrs Stafford became calm, and she then led
him forward towards the old gentleman in the chair, who was, as I of
course knew, her father, Mr Hayward.  He glanced up at Harry, with a
look of astonishment in his countenance.

"Why," he said, "I thought he had been drowned long, long ago!"

It was evident that he took Harry for his father.  It satisfied me that
Harry must be very like him.  That he was so was further proved when
Mrs Stafford produced a miniature of her husband, which might have been
that of Harry--though, according to Susan's notion, it was not so
handsome.  In the trunks, which Mrs Stafford opened in our presence,
she recognised, with many a sigh, various articles, and among them
another miniature was discovered still more resembling Harry.  When Mrs
Stafford heard who Susan was, she embraced her as if she were her
sister, and the tears fell down from her eyes as she thanked her over
and over again for her loving treatment of Harry.

We left Harry with his mother, and returned to the house of Mr
Pengelley, who, with Captain Leslie, had been busy in collecting such
other evidence as was thought necessary.  The next day Mr Pengelley
went for Harry, and took him and his mother to see Sir Mostyn Stafford,
whose intellects, though he was an old man, were still perfectly clear.
On Harry being introduced to him, after regarding him fixedly for a few
minutes he exclaimed, "There stands my nephew; had I not been told that
he was Henry's son, I should have known him instantly."

Mr Pengelley asked if he was ready to acknowledge him; he replied that
he should certainly do so.  It appeared that he had been for some time
suspicious of Mr Biddulph Stafford, and was very glad to find an heir
who was likely to do more credit than that person to his name and title.

I have already spun my yarn to a greater length than I intended.  I know
nothing of the law, and therefore cannot describe the legal proceedings
which took place; but all I know is, that the evidence we brought
forward was so overwhelming that Mr Biddulph Stafford was defeated, and
that Harry fully established his claim as heir to Sir Mostyn Stafford.

As may be supposed, Captain Leslie no longer objecting, Harry shortly
afterwards married Miss Fanny.  A few weeks more passed, when, old Mr
Hayward dying, Mrs Stafford came to live with her son, who, before a
year was over, by the death of his uncle, succeeded to the estate and
title.  No one was more pleased than Jerry with the result of his
exertions.  It seemed as if his last task had been accomplished; he was
suddenly taken ill, and, though he lingered for some weeks, he gradually
sank.  Whatever the sins and failings of his youth, he had sincerely
mourned for them, and now, enjoying the strong hope of a true Christian,
he died.  Harry and I followed the old man to his grave; Susan, who had
been summoned to give evidence at the trial, returned with me after some
time to Ryde, where we have since lived on, having seen another long war
brought to a glorious conclusion.

One of my chief amusements is to describe to the members of another
generation the battles I have seen fought, the adventures I have gone
through, and, what I find interests them more than anything else, to
repeat the account I have given in this book of "The Loss of the _Royal
George_."

THE END.






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