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miles distant from Vigo. That night I was giving a dinner in Vigo to
the Municipality and all the notabilities. I had not recovered from a
bad fall I had had with the Pytchley a few weeks previously, when I
broke my pelvis. I was riding a first-class hireling hunter; a
bullfinch had been cut, and the hedging was in the field towards us; my
horse took off at the end of the hedging in the field, and (as they say
in Ireland) threw a magnificent lep, but failed to clear the top of the
wattles, and came over on top of me.
So, when the car broke down, I could not walk. There was no help near.
The two friends who accompanied me, Hedworth Lambton and Hwfa Williams,
volunteered to get assistance. Finding none, they had to walk
twenty-one miles into Vigo. Hwfa Williams was wearing pumps. For
several days previously, distrusting the car, he had equipped himself
with stout boots in case of accident; now, of course, he had left them
in the ship. When he had first arrived on board, he had declared that
he was so ill that he could not be long for this world; but the walk
into Vigo cheered him up wonderfully.
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I was eventually towed in the car into Vigo, arriving about two o'clock
in the morning. In the meantime, the Staff had entertained my guests.
When I had been some six months in the Mediterranean, I was approached
as to whether I would accept the command of the Australian squadron.
Considering that the appointment would not afford the opportunities I
desired of learning how to handle a fleet, I intimated my preference
for remaining in the Mediterranean; where I remained for my full time
accordingly.
On 5th February, 1902, a few days before I completed my fifty-sixth
year, I hauled down my flag; and, in pursuance of a stately old custom
often practised on such an occasion, I was rowed ashore by twelve
officers in the cutter. Landing at Naples, I went home, arriving in
London just in time to attend the debate upon the Navy Estimates in the
House of Commons.
In the following June, Admiral Sir John Fisher succeeded Vice-Admiral
Sir A. L. Douglas upon the Board of Admiralty as Second Sea Lord.
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CHAPTER XLVIII
HER MAJESTY'S MIDSHIPMEN
Having adopted the practice of asking the officers in the Fleet under
my command to write essays upon subjects connected with the Service, I
once received a disquisition in which the author (a midshipman) dwelt
sorrowfully upon the unaccountable indifference manifested by senior
officers towards the opinions of midshipmen, who, said the writer,
having young and vigorous minds, were naturally better fitted to
grapple with problems which baffled the older and slower intellect.
This particular young gentleman must I think have applied his vigorous
mind to the problem of how to obtain a generous allowance of leave. I
trust I did him no injustice; but whenever the Fleet lay off the coasts
of Scotland, he was afflicted with a grievous toothache, requiring an
immediate visit to the dentist. When he had gone ashore to have a
tooth out in every port in Scotland, I sent for him.
"Tell me," I said, "how many teeth you have left? For I make out that
you have had forty-six teeth extracted in Scotland alone."
Many a delightful day have I had with the midshipmen of the ships and
fleets in which I have served. We fished together, rode, shot, hunted
and raced together. Memory does not always supply episodes in their
chronological order; and I set these down as they occur to me.
When I was lieutenant in the _Bellerophon_, stationed at Bermuda, I
used to take the midshipmen out fishing. In {471} those seas, the
water is so clear that one can watch the fish taking the bait. Once,
deep down, I saw the head of a conger eel protruding from the cleft of
the rocks in which he lay. I dropped the bait in front of his nose,
and watched his head move back and forth, until he took the bait. Then
I shifted the midshipmen to the farther side of the boat to
counterweigh the strain and to get a purchase on the line, and hauled
out the great eel, piece by piece, and we dragged him into the boat.
About that time, the midshipmen saved me from a highly disagreeable
death. We were out fishing in my boat, and one of the midshipmen threw
my housewife for snooded hooks at another, and missing him, it went
overboard. Now my fishing housewife was a most valuable possession; I
had made it myself; and when I saw it sinking slowly down through the
clear water, I dived for it and caught it. By the time I rose to the
surface, the boat had drifted away from me. Hailing the crew, I swam
after the boat; and as I reached her, I was suddenly hoisted bodily
inboard by the slack of my breeches. Almost at the same moment, the
fin of a shark shot up beside the gunwale. The midshipmen, my
saviours, observed that "it was a sell for the shark."
We sailed one day to North Rock, which lies about twenty-two miles from
Bermuda, and there we fished. Towards evening, it came on to blow.
The ship was invisible from North Rock, and it was impossible to
return. We tried to secure the boat to the rocks, but failed. There
was nothing to be done but to lay to and bale. As the dark fell, I
found we had no light. By this time the midshipmen were utterly
exhausted, and were lying helpless. I made a lantern out of the
mustard-pot, using oil from a sardine tin, and fabricating a wick from
a cotton fishing line, and slung it on the beam. It burned all night.
And all night, one of the worst nights in my recollection, we tacked to
and fro close-reefed. At dawn, we started on the return trip; and, so
whimsical a thing is destiny, no sooner had we {472} sighted the Fleet,
than a puff of wind carried away the mast which had stood so stoutly
all the night of storm.
My boat was what was called a "Mugian" boat, built in Bermuda. Her
crew consisted of one man. His name was Esau, and he was a liberated
slave of an incomparable obstinacy, a fault of which I cured him in one
moment. When we took the boat for her first trip, I was persuaded that
I could steer her among the reefs as well as Esau. But Esau was of
another opinion. When argument failed, he tried to wrest the tiller
from me, whereupon, unshipping it, I brought it down on Esau's head. I
was a powerful youth, and I struck hard; yet it was not the head of
Esau which was broken, but the tiller, though it was of oak. In trying
to steer with a short piece of the tiller, we were nearly wrecked; but
Esau ventured no further remonstrance, neither then nor afterwards.
There is a right way and there is a wrong way of dealing with
midshipmen; and a little imagination may reveal the right way. When I
was in command of the _Undaunted_, stationed at Malta, I noticed that
the midshipmen, returning on board after taking violent exercise on
shore, were often overheated, with the result that they caught a chill,
and the chill brought on Malta fever, the curse of that island in those
days. I issued an order that overcoats were to be taken ashore and
worn while coming off to the ship; and I caused a room in the Custom
House to be fitted with pegs, upon which the coats might be left until
they were required.
The next thing was that a boy who came on board without his overcoat,
had his leave stopped by the commander. There was a boxing match on
shore, which I wished all the midshipmen to see. I intended that he
should see the match; and it was also necessary that, without severity
on the one hand or indulgence on the other, the occasion should be
stamped upon his memory. So when the rest of the midshipmen had gone,
I sent for the solitary youth, and bade him explain his case. When he
had finished, I told {473} him that I intended to inflict upon him an
additional punishment. He regarded me with a face of alarm.
"You will go ashore," I said, "and you will write for me a full and an
exact account of the boxing match."
He saw the match; and after the pains of literary composition, he would
not so easily forget his overcoat.
In the _Undaunted_, the midshipmen were taught to make their own canvas
jumpers and trousers.
I used to keep two or three extra guns for the use of the midshipmen,
whom I took out shooting whenever an opportunity occurred. Some of the
boys had never handled a gun before. A midshipman once shot a hare
when the animal was right at my feet.
"Wasn't that a good shot, sir!" said he joyously.
It did not occur to his innocence that he might have brought me down
instead of the hare.
On Saturdays, I took out shooting the torpedo classes of midshipmen,
which were conducted by my old friend, Captain Durnford (now Admiral
Sir John Durnford, K.C.B., D.S.O.). We advanced in very open order,
placing the midshipmen some 200 yards apart from one another, for fear
of accidents, and we fired at everything that came along, in every
direction. Upon one such occasion, I took out the warrant officers,
among whom was the carpenter, who had never shot anything in his life.
We were after snipe--I think at Platea--a bird whose flight, as all
sportsmen know, is peculiar. A snipe in mid-flight will dive suddenly,
dropping to earth out of sight. The old carpenter raised his gun very
slowly, and aimed with immense deliberation, the muzzle of his gun
cautiously tracing the flight of the bird, thus expending cartridge
after cartridge. Suddenly his bird dropped. He shouted with delight
and, holding his gun high over his head, ran as hard as he could pelt
towards the spot upon which, as he believed, the bird had fallen dead.
We saw it rise behind him; but nothing would persuade him that he had
not slain his quarry. He searched and searched, in vain. Going back
in the boat, I noticed that {474} he was sunk in a profound melancholy,
and bade him cheer up.
"It do seem 'ard, sir," he said sadly, "that the only bird I ever shot
in my life, I shouldn't be able to find it." And sad he remained.
After one of these excursions, a midshipman brought to me the gun I had
lent to him, with the barrels bent.
"I am very sorry, sir," he said. "The fact is, I slipped on the rocks,
and fell with the barrels under me. But," he added eagerly, "it shoots
just as well as it did before, sir."
I turned to another midshipman who had been of the party.
"Did you see him shoot before the accident?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did he hit anything?"
"No, sir."
"Did you see him shoot _after_ the accident?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did he hit anything?"
"No, sir."
"Then," I said to the first midshipman, "your statement is correct.
Will you please take the gun to the armourer to be repaired?"
I landed at Gibraltar very early in the morning, about four o'clock,
with the intention of cub-hunting. At the stables I found a
midshipman, dressed in plain clothes, whom I did not know. I asked him
what he was doing. He said that he wanted to go cub-hunting, but that
he hadn't a horse. I gave him a mount and told him to stick to me. He
did as he was told, literally. He was in my pocket all day; he jumped
upon the top of me; I couldn't get rid of him. When I remonstrated, he
said:
"You told me to stick to you, sir. And I say, sir, _isn't it fun_!"
He reminds me of the first time Fred Archer, the famous jockey, went
out hunting. He stuck as close {475} behind his host as my midshipman
did to me; but his reply to all remonstrance was:
"What are you grumbling at? I'm giving you half a length!"
Part of my scheme of training midshipmen in the Mediterranean was to
send them away, under the charge of a lieutenant, for two days at a
time, to fend for themselves upon one of the islands. I sent them away
in the pinnace, and they took guns and provided their own food, and
enjoyed themselves to the full.