during my school days, owing, i suppose, to my thorough dislike of the whole process of education, i made up my mind to go into the navy if i could get the necessary permission from my father, so as to escape from school once and for all. i am afraid that i had not reckoned on the amount of elementary mathematics, which i detested even more than latin grammar, that was to be forced into me during the fifteen months’ training in the britannia. anyhow it was decreed that the navy should be my profession, and i was taken down to portsmouth in the summer of 1869 to try to pass the examination for candidates for naval cadetships, the necessary nomination having been procured through the kindness of a cousin of my mother, then captain beauchamp seymour, naval private secretary to the first lord of the admiralty of that day, who subsequently became admiral lord alcester, of whom more anon.

naturally, every candidate was submitted to a medical examination which took place at haslar hospital. in those days army and navy surgeons had not developed into lace-clad generals and inspector-generals. (incidentally i can never understand why a man who is by profession a doctor or surgeon should want to call[17] himself a colonel. to my mind a captain in the navy might just as logically call himself a dean, or a commander-in-chief an archbishop!) the superintendent of haslar was a post-captain, wodehouse by name. he had lately returned from commanding a line-of-battleship in the mediterranean, admiral sir robert smart being his commander-in-chief at that time. it was always spread abroad that captain wodehouse was on extremely bad terms with bobby smart, which was the pet name of his commander-in-chief, but, on the other hand, his great friend on the station was the french commander-in-chief, who in those days was very apt to be at malta with his squadron, as the entente which existed during the crimean campaign was still kept going during the late ’sixties. as may be imagined, he did not have many opportunities of getting even with his chief, but on one occasion he may be said to have had the best of it. his vessel was leaving malta for england and was moving majestically out of the grand harbour, valetta, with the band on the poop and all the usual pomp and circumstance. wodehouse knew that the french admiral was on board the english flagship, so as a parting shot, as he passed under the flagship’s stern, the band was ordered to play, “robert, toi que j’aime.” this affecting farewell was a delight to the frenchman, who could not resist telling smart how fond he was of “ce cher wodehouse qui avait tant d’esprit.”

i succeeded in passing my examinations, both medical and scholastic, all right, and after a few weeks’ suspense i was informed by the admiralty that i was[18] to join the britannia at dartmouth in september. that training-ship has so often been described that i do not think it necessary to say much about it; but a few words may be written about the impressions that my first introduction to the navy conveyed to my youthful mind. the captain of the britannia was at that time captain corbett, a very distinguished officer, and, to the cadets, an awe-inspiring figure when he inspected our ranks on sundays with his ribbon of the c.b. (a really prized distinction in days when orders and ribbons were very sparsely bestowed), and the sash over his shoulder that was then worn by the naval aide-de-camp to the sovereign. the fashion in hair at that time was very different from the present navy fashion, when everyone is either bearded or clean-shaven. in 1869, just before mr. childers allowed beards to be grown, every officer and man had to shave his upper lip and chin, the result being that the young bloods of the quarter and lower decks delighted in appearing in long dundreary whiskers.

the britannia was a good school in its way, for the amount of hard knowledge in the shape of the elements of navigation and mathematics that we were made to absorb in twelve months was rather remarkable; but the old hulk was not particularly sanitary, and we were shamefully underfed, considering the amount of school work and drill that we had to do. during my year there i personally lost a good deal of time owing to a simultaneous outbreak of smallpox and scarlatina that occurred in 1870. i was unfortunate enough to develop the scarlatina and was at once put behind a canvas[19] screen, which was supposed to separate me from my fellow-cadets, whilst waiting for the boat to take me ashore to the sick quarters. unfortunately for me, another cadet was attacked with smallpox that same morning; so, to save trouble, we two wretched boys were coupled together behind the same screen, for, as the doctor sagely remarked, it was very uncommon for anybody to have smallpox and scarlatina at the same time. i, unfortunately, thanks to his speculative philosophy, succeeded in getting both, with the result that i was extremely ill, and was put considerably back with my studies.

there is no period of my life that i look back upon with less pleasure than i do to the time i spent in the britannia. whilst admitting that the instruction was good—indeed very good—it was rather overdone considering the average age of the boys—between thirteen and fifteen—and, as i have already said, the food was disgracefully bad and scanty. to show how hungry we were, it became a regular practice of the cadets when passing a bluejacket to drop a handkerchief with sixpence knotted into the corner, the handkerchief being surreptitiously returned in the course of a few minutes with bits of ship’s biscuit wrapped up in it instead of the sixpence. i think that all of us—and by all of us i mean the fifty cadets who had joined together in the autumn of 1869—were rejoiced when our release came in december 1870. i was fortunate enough to take a first-class, which meant that i was raised to the dignity of a midshipman at once instead of having to wait for three, six or nine months, accord[20]ing to the class taken on passing out. i may as well confess that, as a matter of fact, i was first of the whole term, and was probably conceited and odious on the strength of it. the conceit only lasted till i joined a sea-going ship, where, naturally, no one cared a straw whether a midshipman was first or last when he left the britannia; and as i had acquired a certain amount of philosophy, even at that early age, it was brought home to me that the only individual who benefited in the least by my exploits was my father, for the grateful country bestowed a regulation dirk and a spy-glass upon me as prizes, both of which necessaries would otherwise have been supplied by an outfitter and paid for by my parent.

and now to mention some of my contemporaries who have arrived at distinction. a good many of the survivors i still meet from time to time, and they include admiral sir berkeley milne, admiral of the fleet sir hedworth meux, and that really authentic specimen of the “bravest of the brave,” admiral sir james startin. jimmy startin, from his youth up, was one of those very rare and fortunate individuals who have absolutely no sense or knowledge of fear. he has distinguished himself by his splendid personal bravery a hundred times, but perhaps never more so than when, as a man of over sixty years of age and commodore of a squadron of patrol vessels, he boarded a burning patrol vessel that was in momentary danger of blowing up and attempted to rescue the engineer of that vessel. for this gallant exploit he was decorated by the king with the albert medal, and i cannot do[21] better than quote the official account which appeared in the london gazette:—

“gazette, 20th august, 1918:—

“admiral sir james startin, k.c.b.

“an explosion occurred on board h.m. motor-launch 64 on the 10th june, 1918. immediately after the explosion commodore startin proceeded alongside motor-launch 64, the engine-room of which was still burning fiercely. on learning that the engineer was below he sprang down the hatch without the slightest hesitation and succeeded in recovering the body practically unaided. in view of the fact that the bulkhead between the engine-room and the forward tanks had been blown down by the force of the explosion, and that the fire was blazing upon the side and on the top of the forward tanks, which are composed of extremely thin metal, and consequently were liable to burst at any moment, the action of commodore startin in entering the engine-room before the fire was subdued showed the utmost possible gallantry and disregard of personal safety. had the engineer not been past human aid he would undoubtedly have owed his life to the courage and promptitude of commodore startin.”

of course there were several others who arrived at the rank of admiral, and amongst them may be mentioned a very dear old friend, the late sir frederick hamilton, who, after serving as second sea lord and as commander-in-chief at rosyth during the war, practically succumbed as the result of a long period of overwork.

after the labours of the britannia a fairly long holiday was very pleasant, and my first appointment after a christmas spent at home, was to the guardship, h.m.s. duke of wellington, at portsmouth, whilst waiting to be appointed to a sea-going ship. any[22]thing worse for the morals and discipline of a number of lads of our age than life aboard the guardships of those days, it is hard to imagine. we were nearly a hundred in the mess. in the gunroom there were a certain number of sub-lieutenants and assistant paymasters who were actually serving in the ship for various duties and were known as “standing numbers.” the steward treated them on a sort of favoured nation basis, supplying them with all the best of the food at minimum prices, wisely making a large profit out of the supernumeraries like ourselves, who, being there for only a short time—anything from a few days to a few months—were obviously sent there by providence and the admiralty for that particular object. there was one very remarkable specimen of a “standing number” of a gunroom mess in the guardship at that time. he was an elderly, white-haired gentleman of about fifty years of age—a man of fifty is certainly elderly for a gunroom. his rank was that of acting navigating sub-lieutenant. he had passed his preliminary examination for master’s mate, as they were then called, some thirty years before, had never presented himself for the final examination—which, successfully passed, would have confirmed him in his rank—and so an acting master’s mate or sub-lieutenant he had remained ever since.

the duke of wellington period lasted only a very few weeks, but long enough to earn me my first certificate from my first captain afloat, captain the hon. richard carr glyn, then flag-captain to the commander-in-chief at portsmouth, and who sub[23]sequently commanded the serapis on the occasion of the late king edward’s visit to india when prince of wales. the certificate i allude to was bestowed on all officers by all the captains under whom they served, whether for days or years, and to my mind was couched in the most insulting terms. i suspect it to have been composed by some more than usually red-tapeist specimen of an admiralty clerk in the early part of the victorian period. it ordained that whatever else the captain liked to say about an officer he had to testify in writing to his sobriety. i remember, years afterwards, when i had arrived at a rank that made it my province to give, instead of to receive, these benefits, the joy with which i destroyed some dozens of them testifying to my sobriety over a period of some thirty years. i wonder if they still exist! the permanent officials and civilian clerks at the admiralty are not fond of change, unless it takes the shape of an increase to their own pay, and, human nature being usually much alike, were i one of them i should probably take exactly the same view as they do.

in the spring of 1871, when i first went to sea, the admiralty had instituted a system of sea-going training-ships, which was abandoned a few years later and revived, i believe, shortly before the war in a new scheme of education which was devised by lord fisher as first sea lord. i could never understand why the admiralty ever did away with it, for, in my opinion, it worked excellently well, and to modernise it and bring it up to the present date it was only necessary to divert the time and instruction that used[24] to be devoted to masts and sails to marine engineering, wireless telegraphy and torpedo work. however, this dissertation has nothing to do with my reminiscences, so i must return to my story.

the whole of my “term” in the britannia, still some fifty strong, was appointed to h.m.s. bristol, a frigate of between 2000 and 3000 tons that had done duty as flagship at the cape of good hope station. our captain, the hon. walter carpenter, was thus able to take up his abode in the quarters designed for an admiral, under the poop, the ordinary captain’s quarters being turned into a mess-room and school-room for the young gentlemen under training. the ship had her usual complement of officers and men, and carried, in addition, an extra lieutenant, sub-lieutenant and assistant paymaster, and two naval instructors for special duties connected with the cadets. practically the onus of directing our training fell upon one man, lieutenant day hort bosanquet, who, many years afterwards, i knew as commander-in-chief at portsmouth. certainly, it could not have fallen into better hands. he was a thoroughly good fellow and a gentleman, to begin with, and a first-rate seaman and disciplinarian to go on with, and though he kept us all in terrific order he was none the less very popular.

we were worked hard; but anything was preferable to our late home, the britannia. the routine was somewhat as follows:—we were turned out of our hammocks just after 6 a.m. then came gun drill, rifle-drill or sail-drill on alternate mornings; breakfast at[25] 8 a.m.; after breakfast we were inspected, and after prayers at 9 a.m. we were put into the hands of the naval instructors till dinner time at noon. at 1.15 more school or drill of some sort, and about 5 p.m. the ship’s company would be at sail-drill for the best part of an hour, and we shared in their exercises of shifting sails, masts, reefing topsails, and all the man?uvres that were dear to the smart naval officer of that day. in a very short time we had complete charge of the mizzen masts and drilled against the men at the fore and main. after evening drill was over we were left in peace except for about an hour’s preparation work for the next day’s studies. on alternate weeks we kept regular night and day watch under the officers of the ship, and though it was a sad struggle to turn out of one’s hammock, at midnight after a long day, to keep the middle watch, the discomfort and want of sleep so necessary for a young growing boy was almost made up for, when the weather was fine and warm, by the beauty of those tropical nights when the ship was bowling along under easy sail running down the trades. all our passages were made under sail, for the steam engine in those days was very rarely requisitioned unless the ship was becalmed for a very long time or was entering or leaving a port, to sail in and out of which was impossible. in those days, i regret to have to say, gunnery in the navy was terribly neglected, principally on account of the craze which existed for smartness aloft. and there was considerable excuse for it, for the upper yardmen of that time were, to my mind, the finest specimens of humanity i[26] have ever met. from constantly running the rigging at top speed, they were in the highest state of training; they were as active as cats and as brave as lions; for, if once a man showed, when aloft, the smallest desire to hold on with one hand and work with the other, instead of chancing everything and working with both, he was useless as an upper yardman, and was at once relegated to safer and less ambitious duties. and so the tradition went on and descended to us. the only quality we really admired in our superior officers was their seamanship. anything in the shape of science was a bore, and the only part of the gun-drill that interested us was the part that resembled seamanship; the shifting of tackles and breeching, and transporting the 64-pounders which formed our armament to a different position, the whole business of the gun in those days having to be done by quoins, handspikes and tackle. when it came to gun practice, which consisted in firing at a cask with a small flagstaff bobbing about in the sea, the one object was to get it over as soon as possible, as it was looked upon as distinctly uninteresting. notwithstanding this defect, i still think that, in those days, the sea-going training did us boys a great deal of good. amongst other advantages, when visiting foreign ports we were made to go and see the principal sights whether we liked it or not. probably famous cathedrals, world-famous panoramic views, and such like, did not appeal to many of us, and we would far sooner have been left to our own resources; but in after life i have become grateful to those who[27] first introduced me to some of the wonders of the world.

the bristol sailed away from portsmouth in february 1871 on an eminently fine-weather cruise, most suitable for the raw material on board her. there is always some sort of a swell when crossing the bay, and the new hands were nearly all sea-sick. as for myself, i am proud to say that i was one of the exceptions; this immunity was due, i suppose, to the previous voyage that i had made on a sailing ship to madeira some dozen years before. madeira, as a matter of fact, was our first port of call, and it was interesting to me to see how much i could remember of that lovely island. a very few days after we were rolling along in the trades on our way to rio de janeiro. at rio a long stay was made, for the ship required a certain amount of refitting after nearly a month at sea under sail, and leave had to be given to the men. the cadets were taken in a body to petropolis, a lovely place up in the hills which was the summer residence of the court and the corps diplomatique. the beauty of rio has been so often described by far abler pens than mine that i refrain from giving any childish impressions of it; but what we enjoyed most, i well remember, was the drive back from petropolis in large coaches with four horses, the one i was in being actually driven by an old yorkshire stage-coachman, who had found his way out to brazil.

the only very distinct memory i have of the actual town of rio of those days (i am glad to say i have revisited it since) was the peculiarity of the currency.[28] in 1871 a tramway ticket for an ordinary length of fare was equivalent to sevenpence, english. for this same ticket, anything of a similar value from a hair-cut to a cocktail could be purchased, and with a pocket full of tickets a great deal of purchasing could be done. it was like shopping in a small provincial town with a pocket full of sixpences. after leaving rio, the bristol stood down to the southward and presently picked up the “roaring forties,” as the strong prevailing westerly winds which are found about 40o south of the equatorial line are called, and stood across to the cape of good hope, our next port of call. next to fishing for albatross, with a bit of meat on the end of a hook and a long fishing line,—a sport which was occasionally successful,—the greatest excitement was when, as midshipman of the watch, it came to one’s turn to heave the log, for, with half a gale behind, the old ship was really travelling, and our great ambition was to be able to chronicle an actual run of 50 nautical miles in the watch. a steady 12? knots for four hours consecutively was not so very easily accomplished, and did not happen very often. it has to be confessed that the bristol was not a very fast frigate, and compared very badly as a sailer with my next two ships of the same class.

well, we finally arrived at simon’s bay, and once more leave and refitting took place, and there i certainly spent some of the happiest days of my early youth, thanks to the hospitality of an acquaintance who had a large farm in the neighbourhood of constantia, about half-way between simon’s bay and cape town. this[29] kind man, watermeyer by name, had married a daughter of the rector of filleigh, the village of castle hill, and hearing that i was on board, asked permission to take me and a friend away for a week to stay with him. my friend on this occasion was another cadet of the same standing who was also a cousin, francis stuart wortley, the present lord wharncliffe. leave having been granted, we were driven off in glory in mr. watermeyer’s cape cart, and after a drive of some fifteen miles, principally along the coast, we arrived at our destination. it was one of those typically dutch houses, with a stoop or verandah all round, so well suited to the fierce heat of that delightful climate. our hostess was delighted to meet old and new friends and made us most welcome, and later on, when the time came to go to bed, it was a pleasure to sleep in a good english bed again, in a room all to oneself, after being accustomed to have one’s worldly surroundings limited to a sea-chest and a hammock. and what a pleasant country it was! we used to ride for miles over the flats, which would have made an ideal hunting country, except for the absence of fences, and were shown the various business establishments in the neighbourhood. these were principally connected with the wine-making trade, for vines flourished exceedingly in that part of the colony, and wine-making was a very thriving industry.

the world is very small and very round. nearly forty years later, during the south african war, it was my fate to meet my old friend’s son, then attached to lord robert’s staff as colonial aide-de-camp, i[30] being naval aide-de-camp to his lordship at the time.

after a delightful week of freedom, we were back on board again, and now our bows were turned for home. st. helena, ascension, madeira, and gibraltar, were visited in succession, and we finally anchored at spithead after an excellent cruise.

the admiralty had meanwhile decided that our time in training was to be extended, and as the bristol was about done for, we cadets—who, by the way, were by this time nearly all midshipmen, were turned over to the ariadne, a larger and far more beautiful vessel than our late one. the ariadne was one of the crack frigates of her time. she sailed very well and had been selected for the use of the prince and princess of wales in the spring of 1867, when their royal highnesses made their eastern trip to egypt, turkey, the crimea, and greece.

h.m.s. “ariadne” at naples, 1871

by this time the season of christmas was close by. we were all given leave for christmas, and early in the new year joined the ariadne. our next destination was the mediterranean, and, timed to arrive at malta, as we were, in the early spring, as far as climate and surroundings were concerned, nothing could be pleasanter. our first passage from portsmouth to gibraltar was marred by a very bad boat accident. we were crossing the bay heading for finisterre, running before a strong breeze and rather a tumbling sea, when, unfortunately, a man fell overboard. a life-buoy was let go, and the ship was at once brought to the wind and hove-to; but she was a very long ship for those days,[31] and by the time she was hove-to the man was some way off. the life-boat cutter was lowered and pulled off in the direction of the life-buoy. unfortunately, the breeze was freshening, and the sea was becoming heavier every minute, the situation thus becoming unpleasant. meanwhile, the boat’s crew having ascertained that the man was no longer hanging on to the buoy—he had let go, doubtless, from exhaustion—tried to turn round and return to the ship. in turning, always a very dangerous man?uvre in a bad sea, she broached-to and was swamped. another boat was immediately manned, but owing to the heavy rolling of the ship she swamped alongside, and there we were with about five-and-twenty men struggling in the water, and with practically no other boat to lower that was big enough to stand such a sea. steam had been got up meanwhile, and the ship, with great difficulty, was brought as near the survivors as possible. a certain number we managed to get on board with ropes, but the loss was heavy, for out of those two crews we lost eleven men and two officers. of the two officers something more must be said. by a curious coincidence those two men had been such bitter enemies during the whole time they had been messmates on board the bristol and ariadne, that they had never been known to speak to each other except on duty when the exigencies of the service so required. when the first boat was manned they both happened to be on deck; they both, with the instinct of gallant men, jumped into the cutter as volunteers, and the senior of the two took charge of the boat. they were both drowned[32] together, and it was always a wonder to my youthful mind as to whether, with death staring them in the face and only a question of a few minutes, they ever made up their paltry quarrel? there was yet another curious incident connected with this affair. two of the men who were in the boats’ crews were survivors of the captain, a vessel which was lost with nearly all hands and which was still much talked of in the navy; both these men were saved, and after two such escapes, it seemed evident that providence never intended that either of them should drown.

the next six months were passed in the ariadne cruising in the mediterranean; malta, the headquarters of the mediterranean fleet, being our most frequent port of call.

once again i feel tempted to write a description—a temptation that must once more be resisted, for no one but the practised artist should be allowed to attempt to describe, and, moreover, the grand harbour of valetta has been so often dealt with. but the subject, like the place itself, has an endless charm for me. for ten years, off and on, i was on the mediterranean station; on countless occasions i have gone in and out of the grand harbour, for i have often revisited the place in later years; yet, were i transported there to-morrow, i feel sure that i should be as much impressed with its beauty and charm as ever. i know no place where there is such a feast of brilliant colour as is to be met when steaming to a buoy up the grand harbour. every creek that is passed swarms with gondola-shaped dhaisas, painted with all the colours[33] of the rainbow, the rich ochre-colour of the beautiful old fortifications, interspersed with the residential dwellings, many of which are pink with green shutters, and the whole sandwiched, as it were, between the deep blue of the sky and the still deeper blue of the mediterranean, make up a picture which, to me, is unforgettable. it was at malta, too, that i really began my operatic career as a spectator; for, though i had heard madame patti at covent garden when i was nine years old, it was at malta, that i first became an habitué. it was a cheap luxury in those days, the stalls costing only half a crown, and even a naval cadet could occasionally afford himself that amount of pleasure. every one in musical circles of valetta was still raving about the then newly discovered prima donna, emma albani, who had fairly captured their hearts during the winter season of 1871, when she had sung continually at the opera house of valetta before being whisked away to start her triumphant career in london and the world in general. though, alas! albani had gone, the opera was not at all bad, and as going there was allowed, it was also an excuse for being ashore in the evening; and so i spent a great many pleasant hours in that well-ordered little opera house.

a visit to naples, was of course, inevitable on an instructional cruise, and the ariadne spent some time there also. the “young gentlemen” were duly taken to herculaneum and pompeii to improve their minds, and i had the chance of hearing more operatic performances in that colossal opera house, san carlo, and,[34] moreover, of studying for the first time the manners and customs of an italian audience. fiercely critical, with apparently a natural intimate knowledge of singing, the members of the audience would almost conduct the singer on the stage by their incessant remarks. they could be the most enthusiastic audience in the world when really pleased; but, should an unfortunate singer fail to please them, their brutality (there is no other word!) was frankly disgusting. i remember a poor woman singing at san carlo. she had been a first-class artist in her time, but her voice showed signs of wear and tear, and the neapolitans had had enough of her. six times running was this poor creature made to repeat her aria in order that the audience might give themselves the pleasure of hissing and hooting her, to say nothing of hurling obscene curses at her across the foot-lights. were i an artist i fancy i should prefer the cold covent garden audience, who, though inclined to be unenthusiastic, at any rate could never be induced to insult a woman.

our stay at naples was very pleasant, for our taskmasters gave us a good deal of leave, wisely encouraging us youngsters to see everything of interest in the neighbourhood, and in an old photograph-book i can still turn up the inevitable presentment of the blue grotto at capri, and the extremely artificial waterfall at caserta,—one of the numerous royal palaces in italy,—with its barocco groups of glaring white marble placed at the foot of the falls—diana and her nymphs on the one side, and the ill-treated act?on and his hounds on the other.

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but the training-ship period was rapidly coming to an end, and the autumn of 1872 saw the ariadne on her way home. she called at algiers and gibraltar, and finally returned to portsmouth in october, by which time we had all become real midshipmen and were only waiting our turn to be appointed to proper sea-going ships to commence our real service in the british navy.

in the spring of 1873 i was appointed as midshipman to h.m.s. narcissus, the flagship of a squadron of six frigates, and under the command of rear-admiral campbell. this squadron consisted of the narcissus, doris, endymion, aurora, immortalité and topaz, and was officially known as the flying squadron. as we were nearly always at sea, generally engaged in making long sailing passages, and consequently condemned to live a great deal on the ship’s provisions, the bluejackets bestowed on the squadron the name of “the hungry six,” by which designation it was usually known in the service.

there was a galaxy of talent on board the narcissus. the rear-admiral, frederick campbell, who had earned a considerable reputation as a smart officer and seaman, had appointed a nephew of his, charles campbell, as his flag-lieutenant, and, to make the thing complete and scottish, one of his servants was a piper, who, on guest-nights, used to march round the admiral’s table after dinner, according to the custom of pipers. personally, i rather like pipes in the distance in scotland, or when they play with troops on the march; but between decks, where the[36] beams were only six feet high, the noise made by this solitary specimen of his tribe was enough to wake the dead. john ommaney hopkins, in after years a lord of the admiralty and commander-in-chief of the mediterranean fleet, was flag-captain, and j. r. fullerton, who afterwards was for so long the admiral of queen victoria’s yachts, was commander. in those days he had the well-deserved reputation of being one of the very smartest young commanders in the fleet. our first-lieutenant was lieutenant a. k. wilson, who, later on, earned the v.c. for his gallantry when leading his men,—the men of a machine-gun party,—in the sudan, and who subsequently became the well-known admiral of the fleet, sir arthur wilson. another officer of the ship, a perfectly undistinguished one, was our naval instructor. i have forgotten his name, but will call him “mr. smith.” mr. smith suited the midshipmen perfectly; as long as they did not bother him he never bothered them, so we strolled in and out during study hours at our own sweet wills. one day he announced his approaching marriage, and invited all those of us that could get leave to the ceremony. we all knew his fiancée, for she was the barmaid at a small hotel where we youngsters used to foregather when ashore. i was one of the fortunate few present at the wedding breakfast given by the proprietor of the hotel, whose speech, when proposing the health of the happy pair, i can never forget, and i recommend it to any gentleman who happens to find himself placed in the position of orator on similar occasions. it was[37] to this effect: “when the courtship began he (the hotel proprietor) had rather feared that the whole thing would end in a liaison (pronounced ly-a-son), but mr. smith, to his great surprise and pleasure, had behaved honourably and had married the girl!”

shortly after i joined at plymouth the squadron was reported ready for sea, but before starting we came in for one of the most furious and sudden gales that i can recollect. we were lying in the sound at the time, and i remember i was midshipman of the afternoon watch on that sunday, and though the glass was falling ominously the weather was so lovely that it did not seem worth while to disturb the ship’s company, who invariably on sunday afternoons sleep the sleep of the just, there being apparently plenty of time to make everything snug for the night later on. suddenly, without any warning, a terrific squall struck the ship, and though the water inside the mole was perfectly calm, so great was the force of the wind that the spray was lifted bodily from the surface of the water and became in a moment absolutely blinding, and the boats at the boom were in danger of being swamped. the hands were at once turned up, the boats were hoisted just in time, nearly full of water from the spray that had been driven into them. top-gallant masts were struck, two more anchors were let go (as we had begun to drag towards drake’s island), steam was got up, and we steamed to our anchors almost all the night, during the whole of which time the wind was blowing with almost hurricane force. in the morning the gale abated, and then[38] one could get some idea of what had been going on. one of our consorts, the aurora, anchored close to us, had parted her cable. luckily, the spare anchors brought her up, and she too had been steaming up to her anchors all night. in addition to this, there were no less than six merchant ships of different sizes ashore in the sound around various parts of the coast.

we left plymouth shortly afterwards, the west indies being our destination, via the inevitable madeira. on our way out we experienced even worse weather than that which i have already described—worse because it lasted so much longer. for a whole week the entire squadron was hove-to under storm-sails in the bay, and the narcissus, though a first-rate sea boat and magnificently handled, suffered a good deal. she was old and the seams were inclined to open, and, moreover, two of the gun ports on the main deck were driven in by a heavy sea; consequently she shipped so much water that there was hardly a dry place in the whole vessel. all this time hammocks were never stowed, so the moment our watch was over we midshipmen used to turn in, our hammocks being the only comparatively dry place to be found. we really rather enjoyed this novel condition, as though we were constantly employed on deck, seeing to the extra security of the guns and a hundred and one odds and ends, at any rate school and drill were out of the question.

i now have to ask pardon for being tiresomely technical, as i must allude to one of the bravest and smartest bits of seamanship that i have ever witnessed.[39] during the height of the gale the outer bobstay carried away. the bobstays on the bowsprit of a sailing-ship do the duty of supporting that important spar, on the safety of which depends the foremast, the main top-mast, and hence practically the whole of the great fabric of masts and yards. our first-lieutenant, the a. k. wilson before alluded to, the boatswain, and the captain of the forecastle managed to hang a grating under the bowsprit to give them something to stand on, and then proceeded to execute the necessary repairs. for many hours these three intrepid men laboured at this most difficult job, alternately up to their necks in water as the bows of the ship plunged into the sea, and then high up some fifty feet above it when she recovered herself and took her pitch upwards. their labour was rewarded, for the bowsprit was saved, and one likes to remember what a mere matter of course it was considered in those non-advertising days. in more modern times one has seen brass bands and local mayors meeting the heroes of far less dangerous and difficult exploits, after the necessary “boom” has been judiciously engineered.

during the gale the squadron was dispersed and lost all knowledge of each other. however, the rendezvous had been given as vigo, and at vigo we all eventually turned up, and from thence proceeded to madeira.

and now to say something about the life of a midshipman in those days. we had,—besides a good deal of so-called study which was imparted to us by a naval instructor, and a considerable amount of drill,—to keep regular watch in four reliefs; the only time[40] we ever ceased to keep watch was on being put in charge of a boat in harbour. to be in charge of a boat was considered rather an honour. steam launches were rare,—even a large frigate carried only one, and that one merely an ordinary pulling boat with a small rattletrap engine bolted into it, the maximum speed being about six knots,—so practically all the boat-work of a ship was done under oars and under sail, and great fun it was. but the really important business was, of course, the sail-drill, ship against ship, that took place every evening when at sea, and to a limited extent twice a day in harbour. there was a terrific competition of the most jealous nature; the upper yardmen, upon whose smartness it mainly depended, used to carry their jealousy so far as to pick quarrels with their principal opponents directly they got ashore together. for the sake of general peace and quietness, and the comfort of the local police, it eventually became necessary to give certain ships’ companies leave on different days, to prevent the eternal battles they used to fight on shore where there was no discipline to restrain them.

a sailing cruise round the west indies sounds extremely like a yachting excursion, but, in absolute fact, a journey performed by a squadron of sailing frigates keeping meticulous station under sail, and sometimes having to make short tacks every five minutes or so, to come into their anchorage, and all this in tropical heat, does not seem to have much of the yacht connected with it.

the days and months passed by quickly enough, if[41] in somewhat monotonous fashion, until the spring of 1874, when we were ordered to reinforce the mediterranean fleet, then under the command of admiral sir hastings yelverton. sir hastings was then flying his flag on board the lord warden, one of our very early iron-clads. she really merited the name of iron-clad, for she was a wooden ship with wrought-iron plates bolted on to her. sir hastings was himself quite one of the best specimens of the great sea officer of those days. a very fine gentleman, with a thorough knowledge of the world, he was an invaluable servant to his country at that particular moment, as spain was in a state of semi-revolution, and it was fortunate for england that the commander-in-chief united in his person all the best characteristics of the diplomatist, the man of the world, and the sailor. the trouble began from the naval point of view, when the revolutionary party seized two spanish men-of-war of considerable size and importance, the vittoria and almanza, and started on what was probably going to be a piratical cruise in foreign waters. the british navy, amongst its other numerous duties, has always been busy in the suppression of piracy, so that in a very few days the vittoria and almanza were duly rounded up, the crews landed, and the ships themselves safely interned at gibraltar. the next move of the intransigentes,—as the revolutionary party called themselves,—was to seize the forts that commanded the arsenal of carthagena, and they then took possession of the greater part of the spanish fleet. our mediterranean fleet promptly went to carthagena and[42] the neighbouring ports on the east coast of spain to watch the course of events. being short of funds, the intransigentes conceived the idea of cruising down their own coast, sticking to territorial waters, and demanding money from all the towns along the coast. in case of refusal the towns were to be bombarded. in the interest of humanity the english fleet used to hover round and place themselves between the intransigente fleet and the shore, and insist on forty-eight hours’ grace being given to enable the women and children to be removed to a place of safety. the local carthagenan butcher, who, i think, was for the moment the intransigente admiral, was given to understand that unless he complied with the request of the british admiral, he and his squadron would, in all probability, be blown sky high. being a sensible man, he did as he was told, but, occasionally, after the necessary interval on which we had insisted had expired, a bombardment would take place. i was present at one, and enjoyed the spectacle most thoroughly. alicante was the town in question. in the way of defence it possessed a charming old sixteenth-century citadel, as well as two or three little batteries on the beach that could just manage to return a salute. none the less, the governor of alicante, on being asked “for his money or his life,” with true spanish chivalry, firmly declined to pay any sort of ransom, manned his little popguns, and prepared for the worst. we, as usual, were anchored between the town and the intransigente squadron, and after the forty-eight hours’ interval had come to an end we retired like “seconds[43] out of the ring,” purposely taking as long as possible over this necessary man?uvre. then the fun began. the intransigentes, some of whose ships were very heavily armoured for those days (they carried 9-inch guns, which really were 240-pounders), began to bombard, and the citadel and batteries returned the fire. at that time i was midshipman of the foretop, so up there i ensconced myself, and a splendid view i got of the whole proceedings. it was a deliciously comic performance. the intransigente shooting was so bad that the proverbial haystack would have been quite safe. indeed, as we saw later when we landed, they could not even hit a town, and barring a few broken windows there was no harm done at all, and no casualties. the shore defenders meanwhile fired little round shots that went skipping along the top of the water until they were tired and sank. it is needless to remark that had they actually hit one of the iron-clad vessels at which they were directed, they would have had no more effect than the classical patting of the dome of st. paul’s would have had on the dean and chapter. after a few hours of this performance, the intransigentes wearied of it and went on to some other coast town to try their luck there, shadowed by another portion of sir hastings’ fleet. the captain of the foretop, who was a great friend of mine, was much looked up to by his top mates as a sort of encyclop?dia of knowledge of all sorts, so i was much amused to hear the following conversation, which, of course, was not intended for my chaste ears, while i was looking through my spy-glass at the bombardment.[44] the captain of the foretop was being interrogated: “bill, ’oo is that there ’ere queen of spain at all?” bill replied: “the queen, she’s a . . .” and then followed a string of lurid adjectives, leading up to the suggestion that the royal lady in question belonged to what rudyard kipling calls the oldest profession in the world.

i did not see much more of the intransigente fleet, but not long afterwards it brought its cruising to an inglorious end. the spaniards succeeded in getting together a few loyal ships under a real admiral, as a means of putting an end to this potential piracy. just before the expected general engagement could take place, the intransigente admiral,—who, though doubtless he may have known a great deal about bullocks and sheep, was woefully deficient in knowledge of fleet man?uvring,—succeeded in ramming and sinking one of his own squadron. this untoward incident upset his nerve and that of his companions to such an extent that the whole of his fleet ignominiously surrendered.

shortly after the intransigente episode considerable changes were made in the personnel of the senior officers of the narcissus. rear-admiral campbell hauled down his flag and was succeeded by rear-admiral randolph, the captain and commander were relieved, and our first-lieutenant was about the same time promoted to the rank of commander and left us. with the exception of the ship’s company and junior officers, the narcissus had become almost a new ship, and of course there was the usual grousing that always takes place on these occasions among the[45] junior officers. to our experienced minds nothing that was new could be right, and i must confess that so far as efficient seamanship and smartness aloft were concerned, the old lot could hardly have been improved on. the squadron remained in the mediterranean, but was no longer closely attached to the commander-in-chief, and went eastward for a cruise in the levant.

amongst other ports visited was smyrna, and there a couple of my messmates and i got into rather considerable trouble. the consul at smyrna had arranged a special train to give the admiral and officers of the squadron a chance of visiting ephesus, where a number of arch?ologists were then busy excavating the celebrated temple of diana. we, in our wisdom, thought it would be dull work going up with a number of officers, most of whom would be our seniors as the companions of this excursion, so having hired horses, we slipped away early in the morning and proceeded to ride some thirty miles up country to ephesus. of course we never dreamt of bothering about a guide or any detail of that kind, but somehow or another midshipmen generally manage to turn up at their destination, and after a delightful ride over a fine grass country, we arrived all right. meanwhile, unfortunately for us, the flag-lieutenant had, in a casual way, mentioned to the admiral at breakfast that three of the youngsters had started to ride up. the admiral had been previously warned by the consul that the country outside smyrna is infested with brigands, and on account of the bother that it would have given him had anything happened to us,[46] he was full of wrath, which was eventually to descend on our innocent heads. orders were at once sent ashore to the consul to inform the turkish governor, and altogether such a fuss was made that eventually a squadron of turkish cavalry was sent out to get hold of us and bring us back. by this time we had about three hours’ start, and as, probably, from what i know of turks, the cavalry did not hurry over much, they never got near us. none the less, when we arrived at ephesus our troubles began. we were looking about for some place to put up and feed our horses, preparatory to feeding ourselves in view of our ride back, when we happened unluckily to meet the flag-captain, who got into what we thought a most unnecessary state of rage, and ordered us at once to get into the train and go back in that comparatively undignified conveyance to smyrna, then to go straight on board the ship, and report ourselves as prisoners under close arrest. this was a bore of course, but with my usual philosophy i consoled myself with the reflection that, as a prisoner, i should not have to keep any watch that night, and would have a good night in, which would be infinitely preferable to walking the deck for four hours after a long outing. the first part of the programme was carried out all right, but, to my disgust, when i tried to excuse myself for not going on duty, pleading that, as a prisoner, i was incapable of doing duty, the commander calmly informed me that i was temporarily released, so on watch i had to go.

our arrest lasted about a month and came to an[47] end very unexpectedly. somehow or other (we youngsters, who were naturally the severest of critics, all thought from very faulty seamanship) the narcissus and another ship of the squadron took the ground rather badly off the coast of sicily. of course there was a court-martial, and to our intense delight our captain was dismissed his ship and our arrest came to a triumphant conclusion. with the usual pitilessness of youth, we looked upon it as a judgment upon our superior officer, and to round the episode off nicely, i, having been just relieved from watch when the ship went aground, was one of the witnesses at the court-martial. i am ashamed to say that our delight when the sentence was promulgated was scarcely, to say the least of it, decent, and when the unfortunate captain returned on board to turn over his command to an acting successor who was at once appointed, he must have almost heard the uproarious cheering in the midshipmen’s berth. what brutes boys are!

nothing particularly exciting happened during the rest of my time in the narcissus. she was paid off in the summer of 1874 on her return to england, and i managed to get some leave whilst waiting for an appointment to a new ship.

in august 1874 the appointment came, and the “new ship” turned out to be the audacious, fitted out at chatham as the flagship of vice-admiral ryder, a distant connection of my own, who had been appointed to the command of the china station.

the audacious and her sister ships, one of which was the vanguard which was sunk later by another sister,[48] the iron duke, in a collision in the channel, were a type of middle-sized battleships evolved about that period by the chief constructor of the navy and his naval advisors at the admiralty. i have seen some fairly useless types of vessels produced in my time, but really the “audacious” type was almost unique in that way. fairly heavily masted and barque rigged, the audacious could not even sail with a fair wind, for it was impossible to steer her unless the engines were kept going. with considerable horse-power her full trial speed was barely twelve knots; indeed i do not think that in the whole of her career, which was a long one, she could ever really do ten knots for six consecutive hours. the main armament consisted of 9-inch muzzle-loading guns. these guns were very much on the same lines as the modern howitzer as far as length was concerned. this type of weapon had such a high trajectory that it was practically useless unless the range was known within 100 yards, an almost impossible condition at sea. they were mounted on what was known as the box battery system—a name that described the battery so well that any further explanation is superfluous, and, as the name implies, the whole formed the most perfect shell-trap that could be conceived by the ingenuity of man. there is always a reason for everything, and there was some sort of reason for the “audacious” class. the navy in the early ’seventies was mad on the subject of ramming. the lesson was, of course, learnt from what had occurred at lissa, but probably it was terribly over-applied. there was a consequent craze for what were[49] supposed to be short, handy ships, and that was where the failure of the system came in. they were short, but they were never handy, for shortness can never make up for the consequent loss of speed and bad steering. however, having served for nearly four years in sailing frigates, i was duly impressed by the size and magnificence of this new monster of the ocean. it was only by experience that we learnt what an appallingly bad ship ours was, even as compared with already existing types.

i must now say something about the superior officers. admiral ryder had the reputation of being an extremely erudite and scientific officer, so naturally we midshipmen distrusted him instinctively. i saw a great deal of him later on, and a kinder and more amiable old gentleman never lived. captain philip colomb was his flag-captain. he, at any rate, was a very able man, and, far in advance of his time, was one of the earliest advocates of the abolition of masts and yards, as being useless appendages and a danger in action. how right he was we know by our modern navy; and the experience he was about to acquire,—i allude to what i have already written about the sailing qualities of the audacious,—could only have confirmed his judgment. our commander was the present admiral sir cyprian bridge, so—as in the narcissus (though of a totally different stamp),—i was again fortunate enough to be serving under a very distinguished group of officers. two or three of the midshipmen in the audacious had been in the narcissus before, and it is needless to relate how convinced we were that, as seamen, we were[50] sure to compare very favourably with the poor unfortunates who had only had experience of life at sea in what we irreverently called a tin pot.

chatham was a foul locality in those days, and, for all i know, may still be unattractive. the only incident i remember well, however, was the excitement in the dockyard when the then princess of wales, in the heyday of her exquisite beauty, came down to christen her godchild, the alexandra, which was launched about that time. soon after this the audacious sailed for her station, and we began to realise what we were in for in our new ship. one good point she certainly had. owing to a variety of reasons, at sea she was as steady as the proverbial rock. there were reports current that this steadiness was the result of carrying all the principal weights,—guns, armour, spars, etc.,—abnormally high. however, the constructor’s department, by means of all sorts of figures (and of course figures cannot lie), clearly proved that she was, if possible, unnecessarily safe; but, anyhow, as we midshipmen knew nothing about angles of safety, and cared still less, we greatly appreciated the fact of her steadiness. her other good point was that she was high between decks, which made the gunroom mess a little more habitable, and gave us more air when tucked up in our hammocks at night, as compared with the old-fashioned frigate barely 6 feet high at the beams.

we were directed to proceed to china through the mediterranean, passing through the suez canal, although it was considered doubtful whether a ship of the size of the audacious could get through the canal[51] as it then was. and, indeed, it was a job of some dimensions! on arrival at port said the ship was lightened of all the coal and stores that we could spare and we proceeded on our course through the canal, provided with one tug ahead and two tugs astern, to keep her straight. anything less straight than our course it is difficult to imagine. in spite of the tugs we bumped about merrily from one bank to the other, our bluff bows making such a wave that the whole countryside was flooded. surely, since the argo first took the sea, there never was such a brute to steer as h.m.s. audacious! after two days’ bumping about in the canal we reached suez, and from aden, our next port of call, we proceeded to galle in ceylon.

to cross the indian ocean from aden to point de galle, a distance of only 3000 miles, took us about thirty days. the most economical speed of our species of noah’s ark turned out to be well under five knots an hour, and though we had filled up one of the large flats below the battery with coal, and carried a deck cargo into the bargain, it was all we could do to crawl into galle before we came to the end of our tether. do not let it be imagined that all the ships built about that period were the same hopeless failures. far from it. many of our early battleships and cruisers were fine specimens of naval architecture and steamed quite well. some of the cruisers could sail as well as steam extremely well. the “audacious” class, as before explained, was simply the outcome of the “short, handy ship” theory carried out to the verge of lunacy.

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from galle we wended our way in the same leisurely fashion to singapore, and arrived there about christmas time. singapore was practically the southern limit of the china station, and there our admiral and commander-in-chief saw the first of his command. the china station was then practically divided into three portions: the southern based upon singapore; north china, based upon shanghai; whilst the ships stationed in japan lay for the most part at yokohama. hong kong was the main headquarters of the station, and the commodore flew his broad pennant from the masthead of an old line-of-battleship, the victor emanuel, which, doing duty as guardship and receiving-ship, was in the same category as the previously described duke of wellington at portsmouth. the commodore was also superintendent of the dockyard. each of the three districts,—if one may apply such a term as district to the sea,—was looked after by the senior officer in the shape of a captain commanding a corvette, having under him a string of gun-vessels and gunboats. it was a great station for small craft. these were necessary because they could go a considerable distance up the great rivers of china, for some of them would spend the best part of three years up the same river, only varied by an occasional visit to hong kong for a refit. the flagship herself had a sort of roving commission, and when things were quiet her presence on different parts of the station became a question of climate, which usually meant japan for the summer and south china for the winter. as may readily be imagined, to serve in a flagship on the china station was one of the[53] pleasantest jobs that came a sailor’s way, and i, for one, passed two very happy years there.

it was at singapore that i met, for the first time, a man of whom i was destined to see a great deal many years afterwards,—sir frank swettenham,—then at the commencement of his long and successful career in the straits settlements and malay states, a career which only came to an end with the termination of his governorship in 1904. i forget exactly what his post was during the winter of 1874-75, but i have the happiest recollection of dining at a bungalow which he shared with a distant cousin of mine, one of the herveys, who was then a civil servant at singapore. fancy how great a delight it was to a midshipman to get out of the gunroom,—which in hot weather was rather like a heated sardine tin,—and instead of eating the usual horrible food which was our daily fare, to dine in the best sense of that important word. i may, parenthetically, remark that i have always taken the greatest interest in food; that is to say, whenever i have had the opportunity, for when attached to an army in the field, or, worse still, living in a naval mess, it is useless to bother about anything from a culinary point of view, beyond the elemental fact of eating to keep oneself alive. there are many things that are good to eat in this world, and, in their turn, i have appreciated the cuisine bourgeoise of provence and gascony, the numerous pasta dishes of italy, to say nothing of the supreme efforts of quite a large quantity of the great chefs of paris, but i still think the one thing very difficult to beat in the way of a delicacy is[54] the genuine malay vegetable curry eaten in its own home, with which every dinner, and indeed every meal, in that part of the world, is invariably topped-up. moreover, the setting was so pleasant:—the verandah of a bungalow, with a tropical moon so luminous that candles were hardly needed, with the murmur of the jungle in one’s ears, and, in place of the eternal “shop” which becomes one’s portion in the gunroom, to enjoy the conversation of two extremely agreeable men, one of whom was certainly a remarkably able one into the bargain. the cynical mind may suggest that as likely as not the agreeable men in question were talking their own “shop” most of the time. perhaps it may have been so; at any rate it was a new “shop” to me.

our next move was to hong kong; for the audacious, quite a long sea-trip, with the accompanying difficulties which i have already described. these were partially overcome by calling at saigon, the headquarters of the french navy in those waters. the commander-in-chief was there able to kill two birds with one stone—to exchange courtesies with the french commander-in-chief and take in a fresh supply of coal for the remainder of his journey. it is quite unnecessary to describe saigon. claude farrère, who, though a sailor, is also a great writer, has done it already in the most masterly fashion in les civilisés. even a few days of the climate of saigon, which resembles nothing in the world so much as the interior of an orchid house, are trying enough. small wonder that the unfortunate government officials and naval officers who are out there for years take to opium smoking and various other weird[55] amusements—in fact, anything—to while the time away.

we finally arrived at our destination,—hong kong,—after about a five months’ journey from england, and there we spent some considerable time refitting and preparing for our summer cruise. during our stay there i had finished serving my time as a midshipman, having completed four and a half years, and passed my examination, so far as seamanship was concerned, for sub-lieutenant. i was fortunate enough to be given a first-class, and on the strength of it could have claimed a passage home to pass the other two examinations in gunnery and navigation which were necessary to confirm me in my rank. until these were passed one could only hold the rank of acting sub-lieutenant. of course i ought to have done so, for, had i taken the other two first-classes,—and, barring accidents, there was not much difficulty in doing so,—i should have been made a lieutenant at once. unfortunately there were attractions of various kinds at hong kong, and i am afraid i succumbed to them all. the result was i remained out there for over another year having a very pleasant time, but steadily losing seniority. nevertheless, the year in the far east was really well spent even at the expense of spoiling what might possibly have been a successful career in the navy. to see something of china,—to my mind by far the most interesting country in the world,—to see the beginning of the europeanising of japan, is a pleasanter thing to look back upon than the possibilities of high command in various parts of the world, finishing[56] off, at its very best, with the command of a home port.

shortly after i had attained to the exalted rank of acting sub-lieutenant, a vacancy occurred owing to the sudden death of a commander of one of the gun-vessels, and, as was always the case in those days, the acting vacancy was given to the flag-lieutenant. the admiral very kindly made me his acting flag-lieutenant for the time being, so that, at the age of a little over nineteen, i found myself on the staff of a commander-in-chief. the result of my temporary promotion was that i was suddenly thrown into the vortex of hong kong society, about which it is necessary to say something. naturally, the head of the whole business was the governor of hong kong, sir arthur kennedy. the honours of government house were done by his daughter, miss kennedy, in the most charming fashion, and many were the pleasant dinners i enjoyed at that hospitable table. miss kennedy subsequently married the late admiral of the fleet, lord clanwilliam, but that was later, and after her father had left the colony. the next in rank to the governor was the naval commander-in-chief, and the general in command of troops, captains of ships and colonels of regiments, all came along in the usual official way. all this was obvious enough and not in the least amusing, but what delighted me was the table of precedence of those whom we youngsters always talked of as “dollar grinders,” who, with their wives, were in real life the representatives of the great firms of china merchants. i had to make myself acquainted with[57] these terrible rules of precedence so as not to make an unnecessary number of mistakes on the occasions when my admiral was entertaining the rank and fashion of hong kong. they were rather a terrifying lot, these same wives of dollar grinders, and used to fight like cats if not put in their proper places. the whole precedence was based on the importance, or supposed importance, of the firm, and in my time jardine & mathieson were an easy first; consequently the wife of that firm’s representative was in the prime position of being the leading civilian lady of the colony. but even in 1875 the importance of the china merchant was beginning to dwindle, and small wonder! the youngsters who used to go out as tea-tasters were started on a salary of ￡400 a year. admirable board was provided for them by the firm at what was called the hong, where they not only had the best of messing provided for them gratis, but, in addition, could ask as many guests as they liked. moreover, to make the thing complete, the firm provided them with a chair and two coolies to carry them about. (we have not yet heard of runners on the stock exchange being accommodated by their employers with free taxi cabs!) being for the most part very little more than schoolboys, they naturally had a very good time. there were rumours that they had a certain amount of work to do in the morning; but even this was never confirmed. anyhow, after a remarkably copious “tiffin” and the necessary hour’s rest, the real business of the day began, such as the training of racing ponies, cricket, rowing, and every sort of sport that was then popular. if nothing better[58] offered, the hong provided an excellent dinner, and then everybody adjourned to the club for cards, billiards or bowls until the small hours. meanwhile, the german merchants,—to say nothing of the indigenous chinese,—were gradually ousting the englishman. even at the unreflective age of nineteen it struck me that, as a business proposition, the german clerk who worked all day, spoke at least four languages and kept himself on ￡80 a year, would be apt to further the interest of his firm and be more generally useful to it than our own young men, who lived luxuriously, amused themselves a good deal, spoke no language but their own, and probably cost the firm not far short of ￡1000 a year apiece.

but to return to the society aspect:—i remember well the first dinner to which i accompanied my admiral, given at east point by the then representative of jardine & mathieson. after the complete dinner party had filed in arm in arm, strictly in accordance with the precedence of the firms, i wandered in humbly, last and alone. however, i reflected, while i was philosophically consoling myself with the pleasures of the table, which included remarkably good wine, that had i been there in my real rank as an acting sub-lieutenant, i should probably have been sent to dine in the steward’s room instead.

the drawback to hong kong, as the headquarters of the china station, was that it was a terribly expensive place, and as a system of universal credit obtained, it was really difficult for young officers to resist the temptation of running into debt. a certain[59] number certainly did come to grief, and the only wonder is that there were not more of them. the british public is beginning to realise at last how miserable a pittance is the pay of the naval officer of to-day. in my young days it was a great deal worse, and in china we were literally defrauded by the admiralty into the bargain. it is a disgraceful fact that the officers and men were paid monthly in silver dollars valued by the government at what used to be the par value of the dollar, namely 4s. 2d.; when their real value was well under 4s. of course this did not affect the higher ranks; on the contrary, it suited them admirably. they could get their cheques cashed at the bank on shore, and instead of taking their dollars could remit not only their pay but, up to a decent point, a good deal besides at 4s. 2d. and make a very fine profit; but as far as the unfortunate junior officers (who had no banking accounts) and the ship’s company were concerned, it was nothing else than highway robbery. but from time immemorial, the officers and men serving afloat and doing the real work of the navy have been robbed by the civilian side of the admiralty. readers of history will remember the great dundonald’s crusade, when he was captain lord cochrane, against the malta prize court, and his subsequent exposure of similar scandals in the house of commons. all the scandals then exposed must necessarily have been within the knowledge of the admiralty of those days, who either connived at it or shared in the plunder. two of the cases quoted by dundonald in the house of commons are worth repeating:—

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“the noble lord then read a letter from a captain of a vessel at the cape of good hope, complaining ‘that the officers of ships of war were so pillaged by those of the vice-admiralty courts, that he wished to know how they could be relieved; whether they could be allowed the liberty to send their prizes home, and how far the jurisdiction of the vice-admiralty court extended; for that the charges of court were so exorbitant, it required the whole amount of the value of a good prize to satisfy them. in the case of one vessel that was sold for 11,000 rupees, the charges amounted to more than 10,000. this was the case at penang, malacca, and other places, as well as at the cape.’

“the noble lord said he had produced the copy of the bill to show the length of it. he then showed the original; and to show the equity and moderation of the vice-admiralty court, he read one article where, on the taxation of a bill, the court, for deducting fifty crowns, charged thirty-five crowns for the trouble in doing it. a vessel was valued at 8,608 crowns, the marshal received one per cent, for delivering her, and in the end the net proceeds amounted to no more than 1,900 crowns out of 8,608—all the rest had been embezzled and swallowed up in the prize court. he was sorry, he said, to trepass on the time of the house, on a day when another matter of importance was to come before them. he pledged himself, however, that no subject could be introduced more highly deserving their serious attention and consideration.”

the public have not yet heard all that is going to be done in the case of the prize money earned by the navy during the late war. for the sake of my old comrades and their successors i hope that those who have gone through and survived the wear and tear and exhaustion of those terrible four and a half years will not be fleeced of their just due as were their great-grandfathers.

but to return to hong kong. it was obviously[61] difficult for very insufficiently paid young men to resist living like others of their own age, regardless of the fact that those others were much better off. i remember the instance of two brothers, one a sub-lieutenant in a gunboat and the other a subaltern in the royal engineers. there was only a year’s difference in age between them. the sub-lieutenant in the navy received ￡90 a year, subject to the illegal tax already mentioned; the subaltern r.e., what with colonial pay and allowances and an extra ￡1 a day from the colony as surveyor of roads, made up just ￡900 a year. further comment is unnecessary. the system of credit already alluded to needs mention, for at that time both in the crown colonies and also in the treaty ports of china no money other than copper was in general circulation, and this was not on account of any lack of silver but owing to a chinese peculiarity. the chinaman is, i believe, considered by all those doing business with him to be the most honest and trustworthy trader in the world; dealing on a large scale with a chinaman it was always said that no signature would be necessary, the chinaman’s word being as good as his bond. on the other hand, the lower class chinaman could never resist helping himself to a tiny slice off any silver dollar that came into his hands. the result was that after a short time the dollars in circulation lost so seriously in value that they could not be accepted at their face value, and earned for themselves the sobriquet of “chop dollars.” hence dollars, except at the end of the month, were never seen, and the only cash ever carried were the[62] few coppers necessary to pay for the chair which did the work of the then hansom in london. the “chit” system was universal; whether it was dinner at the club, a cocktail at the bar, or a hair-cut at the very smart hairdresser’s shop on the bund. all that was necessary was to sign for the amount. it was hardly to be wondered at if we boys were on the verge of bankruptcy every month.

sometimes, alas! it was worse than bankruptcy. i am rather ashamed, even now, when i remember that i helped a brother officer, who turned out to be a real rogue, to escape. he was a paymaster on one of the small craft on the station. he had been put under close arrest by admiralty order as an irregularity had been discovered in his accounts when submitted home. three or four of us young idiots firmly believed in his version, namely that not a halfpenny was really missing or had ever got into his pocket. he admitted having been careless and said it would be impossible for him to prove his innocence at the court-martial (this part of the story was remarkably true!), and consequently he would be sure to be sentenced to imprisonment. he was very popular with his brother officers, and also (alas, for his sake!) with a great many of the light-hearted division ashore. the upshot of it was that we, at the risk of our own necks (for had anything leaked out we must have been tried by court-martial and dismissed the service at the least) assisted him to escape. we procured a boat in the dead of night, manning it ourselves, squared the sentry over the[63] cabin door to look the other way when the prisoner went on deck; he then succeeded in creeping over the bows while the officer of the watch was aft, and got into the boat from which he was pulled on board a steamer bound for san francisco. and that was the last we heard of him. the only two incidents connected with this story that give me any pleasure on looking back, are that i, who was rather behind the scenes, knew that the trouble originated as the frenchmen say all trouble originates. it was a case of cherchez la femme, and that knowledge pleases my sense of philosophy; while my sense of humour is tickled by the fact that the sentry’s bribe for looking the other way was a bottle of rum!

in the summer of 1875 there was a rising of the natives in perak, which, assuming serious proportions, eventually culminated into one of our many little wars. on board the flagship we were all in a great state of excitement, feeling convinced that the commander-in-chief would at once proceed to the scene of action with every available ship and land a naval brigade, and that, consequently, war service and medals, and, what was more important still, promotion would be coming our way. as acting flag-lieutenant i would not have changed places with any one in the world, and had rosy visions of being the youngest commander in the service. alas! those rosy visions were never even to get to the fading stage. the commander-in-chief, instead of proceeding to the south, breathing fire and flame, as we all hoped he would, calmly went in the other direction, namely[64] to shanghai and japan, and left the senior officer, captain alexander buller, commanding the corvette modeste, to deal with the situation and reap the rewards. we junior officers never forgave the “old man,” as we called him; but i dare say he was perfectly right,—for all any of us knew there might have been excellent reasons for keeping the central and northern part of our forces intact. indeed, i strongly suspect that our legation at pekin had a considerable say in the matter from what i saw in north china later.

whilst on the admiral’s staff i came in for a most interesting visit to canton. the flag was shifted to the vigilant, a small paddle-boat yacht that was part of the establishment of the commander-in-chief in china, and a very necessary part, as it enabled him to go up and inspect his gunboats, many of which were perpetually stationed up the various rivers, in the never-ceasing work of the navy, namely the protection of british interests. i was naturally in attendance on my chief when he paid his official calls on the mandarins whom it was necessary for him to visit, and interesting it was to be carried in palanquins through the narrow streets of canton, and finally to penetrate into the courtyards of the various yamens where these mandarins lived and had their being. unfortunately i was too young and ignorant then to appreciate things fully, and never took in the beauty of the artistic treasures i had this chance of seeing; in fact, the only outstanding impression that was left on my mind by canton was one of amazement that anybody[65] could keep alive in the city for long, in such an atmosphere of heat and stink!

the vigilant remained one night up the river, and of course our cicerones, the english residents, insisted on taking us to visit the flower boats, which were curious enough in their way. to the western mind, the painting of the women’s faces seemed rather overdone, and gilded lips, one thought at the time, were perhaps a shade too artificial. nowadays, i suppose it would scarcely be noticed, since our own women have taken to raddling themselves with paint to quite an oriental extent, and really the difference between the eternal blob of carmine that one sees on the lips of every woman in london and the gilded mouth of the eastern women is almost negligible.

shortly after the commencement of the perak campaign, the audacious left for shanghai en route for a summer in japan. during my service on the china station, which lasted about two years, the audacious was several times at shanghai, and a very pleasant place it was. the magnificence of the dollar grinder of that port overshadowed that of his counterpart in hong kong in every way, the club was far better and the racing on a bigger scale. huge sums would be given for racing ponies, meaning that big money could be won in stakes and selling lotteries, were the animal only good enough. i remember one pony that fetched as much as 2000 taels, the equivalent of about ￡700 english,—a long price for a pony of barely fourteen hands. the other sport indulged in by the people who were fortunate enough to have both the[66] time and the money was the shooting up the yangtse river, which used to be done in houseboats. these boats were most comfortable, with every sort of convenience, drew so little water that they could go almost anywhere, and the sport was excellent. quite respectable bags used to be made of pheasants and wild duck, and, in addition, the snipe-shooting was extraordinarily good.

after shanghai, we proceeded direct to japan. japan has been so minutely described and written up by so many distinguished men of letters, that any observations of mine would merely result in a poor attempt to paint the lily; but it is interesting to have seen, in 1875, some of the early period of the europeanising of that country. in the real country districts, where a good walker with a jinriksha in attendance could travel considerable distances into the interior, it was still “old japan,” and what could be more attractive? in the towns everything was in the transition stage. for instance, the metropolitan policeman of yeddo and yokohama was being evolved, his uniform generally consisting in a copy of our police helmet and absolutely nothing else but his truncheon. but anyhow, whether old, or new japan, it was a pleasant country in which to pass the summer.

before returning south to hong kong, vladivostock and tientsin were visited, and at tientsin i spent some of my pleasantest days on the china station. commander the honourable edward dawson,[1] then[67] commanding h.m.s. dwarf, was kind enough to allow me to accept the hospitality of the wardroom officers of his ship, then stationed up the river, and on board her i spent ten very agreeable days. it was then a great place for paper chasing on pony back, and many were the good gallops we had over the fine open country surrounding tientsin. the snipe-shooting, too, was capital fun. we used to start early in the morning on our ponies, ride for some six or eight miles, and come back a few hours later with generally some fifty couple of snipe; without dogs and with no beaters, and four very inferior guns, this meant as much shooting as one could reasonably expect. to show what could be done, one of the residents there, who was really a fine shot, used constantly to get a good deal more than our united bag to his own gun, assisted only by two chinese coolies, whom he had trained to watch exactly where the birds fell, so as to retrieve for him. dogs, even had we possessed them, were of very little use, for they were constantly drinking the very foul water that irrigated the paddy-fields (the favourite habitation of the snipe), and generally died of some sort of internal disease.

another interesting place visited was manilla, where the audacious called in the course of the following winter. the cigar merchants there, received us with the greatest hospitality, and one of the items of the round of amusements they provided for us was a cricket match. apparently, the unwritten law of cricket in manilla was that enormous tumblers of iced beer[68] should be set down and kept constantly refilled, a foot or so behind the stumps. of course, the bowlers, wicket-keeper and batsmen, being in the immediate vicinity, had all the best of it; but when the “over” was called, the out-fields, if not too lazy to cross over, had their opportunity to pay attention to the glasses if they felt inclined. as the heat was terrific and these tumblers were in constant use, the unfortunate native whose business it was to keep them filled must have been fairly exhausted by his constant journeys from the pavilion to the wicket and back, before the day was over. dinner succeeded cricket, and after dinner an adjournment was made to the opera. the opera house, which was established at one end of the local bull-ring, was only covered in with canvas, and the scenery was therefore of a more than usually flimsy character. the travelling company gave the trovatore, and i can still remember how the prison bars trembled, nearly bringing the canvas roof down, when the tenor, as manrico, was singing his passionate farewell—“addio, leonora; leonora, addio.”

time was slipping away, and i had long since been relieved of my staff duties, when a second opportunity came (the first i ought to have taken a year before), of going home to pass the necessary examinations. there happened to be at that time on the station one of the most remarkable hybrids, in the shape of a ship, that the genius of the admiralty had ever produced. she was named the thalia, was a sort of spurious corvette, and she and her consort, the juno,—the only two of the class that were ever built,—were known in the[69] service as “fighting troopers.” her peculiarity was that she was half corvette and half frigate in construction,—a corvette in that she carried her guns on the upper deck, and a frigate in that she possessed a main deck, which main deck, instead of being used for the armament, could be utilised for berthing troops. in case of a sudden emergency i suppose she might possibly have embarked one wing of an ordinary infantry battalion, with the necessary officers.

towards the end of the summer of 1876 the thalia was ordered home, and filled up with supernumeraries for passage to england. we were a motley collection! we had on board the officers and crews of two or three gunboats whose time had expired; a certain number of acting sub-lieutenants who, like myself, were on their way home to pass their examinations; a number of officers who had been tried for various offences and had been dismissed their ships, or the service (amongst others, i remember there was a young officer, belonging to the garrison, who had been broken for cheating at cards); and, to top up with, there were a number of court-martial prisoners, some of whom had to go home to serve long terms of penal servitude. the captain, who was a very fine seaman of the old school, consoled himself with the reflection that, though he had a very scratch lot of officers and men to serve under him, if anything happened we should have been such an undeniable haul for the devil that, in all probability, we should reach england safely and without any contretemps. and so, accordingly, we started to make a sailing[70] passage home, coal only to be used in case of absolute necessity. we were short of everything when we started. all the chinese servants and cooks had to be discharged before the ship left the station. we, in the gunroom, had no servants except the sort we could improvise out of the very mixed material that was on board, and no money to buy stores. there was nothing for it but to live on ship’s provisions, and so great was the crowd on board that water was also very short, and we were on an allowance of one small basin full for all purposes—cooking, drinking and washing—not a very liberal allowance in the tropics. however, nothing matters when one is homeward bound, not even a passage in a sort of convict-ship, for more or less a convict ship she was, as the penal servitude prisoners counted their time on board as part of their sentence; it was also carried out, so far as hard labour was concerned, by exercising them at shot drill on the quarter-deck.

we were a cheery lot in the gunroom, and we arranged to trade with the saloon messman, who having a small allowance from the admiralty for messing the supernumeraries, managed somehow to produce a few necessaries, wet and dry. as i had charge of a watch i rather enjoyed my time until we got to the red sea, where we were compelled to steam from aden to suez without a break. beyond coming in for a short but very violent gale on our way from port said, nothing else of interest happened, and we duly arrived at plymouth, having taken nearly four months to get home;—not a very speedy journey, but[71] anyhow it was better than the audacious’ performance on the way out.

after a little leave, the next thing to do was to get through the necessary examinations. gunnery came first, so a whole batch of acting sub-lieutenants took up their abode at the old naval college at portsmouth, to drill on board the excellent, the gunnery ship that used to lie up the creek where the naval barracks now stand. i was very keen to take a first-class if i could, which meant very hard work in and out of hours, as, besides having practically to perform all the drill of every arm carried by a man-of-war, it was also necessary to learn what might be called the “patter” of the business—pages and pages of the gunnery and small-arms drill-books—the idea being that one should be able to pass on the extensive knowledge thus acquired to others. it was then that i, from a very respectful distance, first came into contact with admiral sir reginald custance, who was the senior lieutenant on the instruction staff of the excellent at that time, and consequently head examining officer. we sub-lieutenants were in a holy terror of him, knowing that we had eventually to pass through his hands at the final examination, and, being aware that this subsequently-very-distinguished officer, had the reputation of not suffering fools gladly. one way and another our noses were kept very closely to the grindstone, and there was not much to do in the way of amusement except after dinner, when we became great patrons of the drama in the front row of the pit of the old portsmouth theatre. it was then that i made my first[72] acquaintance with offenbach. an excellent travelling company was there for some weeks, giving, in turn, la grande duchesse, la perichole, and many more of those delightful comic operas so deservedly popular at the time. after all, i greatly doubt whether anything as good in their way has ever been produced since. moreover, the prima donna of the company was that delightful woman and artist, known on the stage as madame selina dolaro. so no wonder that we boys were in the theatre every night of our lives.

the three months’ course at portsmouth came to an end, and i was lucky enough to get a first-class certificate. and now, all i had to contemplate was the six months’ course at greenwich college, which would complete my education. there was a good deal of luck, as well as knowledge, required to get first-class in seamanship and gunnery, but at greenwich it was only necessary to work hard enough to make a first-class a certainty for any one who had any aptitude for mathematics, though for others who had not that aptitude, however superior in other ways, it meant hard work to scrape through. i regret to say that i made up my mind at once to do next to nothing. i knew that i could get a second-class without any difficulty, which would mean that i could spend most of my evenings and week-ends in london, and in fact that i could amuse myself to the top of my bent. if i went in for a first-class it involved hard study, which i disliked particularly, though it would result in instantaneous promotion to the rank of lieutenant. i had been acting sub-lieutenant so long that the whole difference in seniority would amount to only about a year; a year[73] did not seem much to worry about, and so—vive le plaisir! i need hardly say that i was not the only one who held the same views. the class i was in was composed of an extremely cheerful crew, who earned, and i believe deserved, the reputation of being the wildest and laziest class that ever went through greenwich; but we did enjoy ourselves! there was plenty of cricket in the summer, football in the winter, excellent racquet courts for every season; and, moreover, there was the gaiety theatre, at the time when that delightful quartette, nellie farren, kate vaughan, terry and royce, were at their best and brightest. i am afraid to think of the number of times i went to see little don c?sar de bazan, but, at any rate, most of us could have passed a much better examination in the libretto of that cleverest of burlesques than we eventually did in our abhorred euclid.

all went merrily until it came to the last fortnight before the final examination, and then it became necessary to turn night into day and try to pump in enough knowledge, through assiduous cramming, to make sure of a pass,—such things as first-classes having vanished altogether from our perspective. the examination lasted a week, and when daily comparing notes we all felt happy up to the last day, but the last paper we had to tackle (i forget the subject) fairly broke us down. whether it really was of a more than usually high standard i know not, but anyhow we all agreed that, in our several spheres, it had been our ruin, so in this desperate condition we thought we might as well celebrate our failure by embarking on a terrific bear-fight, after what we fondly imagined would be our last[74] dinner at greenwich. unfortunately the bear-fight assumed such proportions that the authorities got very cross about it. the whole lot of us were put under arrest, and were solemnly tried by a court of inquiry, held at greenwich by the admiralty for the purpose. i, for my sins, was the senior officer, having had acting rank for so long, so i had to speak for my brother malefactors. there really was not a great deal to say; it would not have been easy to explain to the officers of the court that we were dissatisfied with an examination paper, so no excuse was attempted. the upshot was that we were all sent to guardships for a month under arrest, instead of being given the leave we had earned after a long and trying course of instruction. presently, the result of the examination came out. three were plucked and put back for three months. luckily for me, i had succeeded in taking a second-class, which was all i could expect.

very shortly after my month’s arrest had expired, i was appointed to h.m.s. agincourt, the flagship of rear-admiral sir edmund commerell. sir edmund had been ordered to the east with his flagship and the achilles to reinforce admiral sir geoffrey hornby (the commander-in-chief of the mediterranean station), and also to take up the post of second in command. the agincourt having left england, i took passage in a p. & o. steamer to malta and remained there on board the guardship hibernia waiting for an opportunity of joining my own ship. but the importance of the situation in the middle east in 1877-78 deserves a chapter to itself.