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Sailing of the Tonquin
Sailing of the Tonquin.—A Rigid Commander and a
Reckless Crew.—Landsmen on Shipboard.—Fresh-Water Sailors at Sea.—
Lubber Nests.—Ship Fare.—A Labrador Veteran—Literary Clerks.-Curious
Travellers.—Robinson Crusoe's Island.— Quarter-Deck
Quarrels.—Falkland Islands.—A Wild-Goose Chase.—Port Egmont.-Epitaph
Hunting.—Old Mortality— Penguin Shooting.—Sportsmen Left in the
Lurch.—A Hard Pull.—Further Altercations.—Arrival at Owyhee.
ON the eighth of September, 1810, the Tonquin put to
sea, where she was soon joined by the frigate Constitution. The wind
was fresh and fair from the southwest, and the ship was soon out of
sight of land and free from the apprehended danger of interruption.
The frigate, therefore, gave her "God speed," and left her to her
course.
The harmony so earnestly enjoined by Mr. Astor on this heterogeneous
crew, and which had been so confidently promised in the buoyant
moments of preparation, was doomed to meet with a check at the very
outset.
Captain Thorn was an honest, straighforward, but somewhat dry and
dictatorial commander, who, having been nurtured in the system and
discipline of a ship of war, and in a sacred opinion of the
supremacy of the quarter-deck, was disposed to be absolute lord and
master on board of his ship. He appears, moreover, to have had no
great opinion, from the first, of the persons embarked with him—He
had stood by with surly contempt while they vaunted so bravely to
Mr. Astor of all they could do and all they could undergo; how they
could face all weathers, put up with all kinds of fare, and even eat
dogs with a relish, when no better food was to be had. He had set
them down as a set of landlubbers and braggadocios, and was disposed
to treat them accordingly. Mr. Astor was, in his eyes, his only real
employer, being the father of the enterprise, who furnished all
funds and bore all losses. The others were mere agents and
subordinates, who lived at his expense. He evidently had but a
narrow idea of the scope and nature of the enterprise, limiting his
views merely to his part of it; everything beyond the concerns of
his ship was out of his sphere; and anything that interfered with
the routine of his nautical duties put him in a passion.
The partners, on the other hand, had been brought up in the service
of the Northwest Company, and in a profound idea of the importance,
dignity, and authority of a partner. They already began to consider
themselves on a par with the M'Tavishes, the M'Gillivrays, the
Frobishers, and the other magnates of the Northwest, whom they had
been accustomed to look up to as the great ones of the earth; and
they were a little disposed, perhaps, to wear their
suddenly-acquired honors with some air of pretension. Mr. Astor,
too, had put them on their mettle with respect to the captain,
describing him as a gunpowder fellow who would command his ship in
fine style, and, if there was any fighting to do, would "blow all
out of the water."
Thus prepared to regard each other with no very cordial eye, it is
not to be wondered at that the parties soon came into collision. On
the very first night Captain Thorn began his man-of-war discipline
by ordering the lights in the cabin to be extinguished at eight
o'clock.
The pride of the partners was immediately in arms. This was an
invasion of their rights and dignities not to be borne. They were on
board of their own ship, and entitled to consult their ease and
enjoyment. M'Dougal was the champion of their cause. He was an
active, irritable, fuming, vainglorious little man, and elevated in
his own opinion, by being the proxy of Mr. Astor. A violent
altercation ensued, in the course of which Thorn threatened to put
the partners in irons should they prove refractory; upon which
M'Dougal seized a pistol and swore to be the death of the captain
should he ever offer such an indignity. It was some time before the
irritated parties could be pacified by the more temperate
bystanders.
Such was the captain's outset with the partners. Nor did the clerks
stand much higher in his good graces; indeed, he seems to have
regarded all the landsmen on board his ship as a kind of live
lumber, continually in the way. The poor voyageurs, too, continually
irritated his spleen by their "lubberly" and unseemly habits, so
abhorrent to one accustomed to the cleanliness of a man-of-war.
These poor fresh-water sailors, so vainglorious on shore, and almost
amphibious when on lakes and rivers, lost all heart and stomach the
moment they were at sea. For days they suffered the doleful rigors
and retchings of sea-sickness, lurking below in their berths in
squalid state, or emerging now and then like spectres from the
hatchways, in capotes and blankets, with dirty nightcaps, grizzly
beard, lantern visage and unhappy eye, shivering about the deck, and
ever and anon crawling to the sides of the vessel, and offering up
their tributes to the windward, to infinite annoyance of the
captain.
His letters to Mr. Astor, wherein he pours forth the bitterness of
his soul, and his seamanlike impatience of what he considers the
"lubberly" character and conduct of those around him, are before us,
and are amusingly characteristic. The honest captain is full of
vexation on his own account, and solicitude on account of Mr. Astor,
whose property he considers at the mercy of a most heterogeneous and
wasteful crew.
As to the clerks, he pronounced them mere pretenders, not one of
whom had ever been among the Indians, nor farther to the northwest
than Montreal, nor of higher rank than barkeeper of a tavern or
marker of a billiard-table, excepting one, who had been a
school-master, and whom he emphatically sets down for "as foolish a
pedant as ever lived."
Then as to the artisans and laborers who had been brought from
Canada and shipped at such expense, the three most respectable,
according to the captain's account, were culprits, who had fled from
Canada on account of their misdeeds; the rest had figured in
Montreal as draymen, barbers, waiters, and carriole drivers, and
were the most helpless, worthless beings "that ever broke
sea-biscuit."
It may easily be imagined what a series of misunderstandings and
cross-purposes would be likely to take place between such a crew and
such a commander. The captain, in his zeal for the health and
cleanliness of his ship, would make sweeping visitations to the
"lubber nests" of the unlucky "voyageurs" and their companions in
misery, ferret them out of their berths, make them air and wash
themselves and their accoutrements, and oblige them to stir about
briskly and take exercise.
Nor did his disgust and vexation cease when all hands had recovered
from sea-sickness, and become accustomed to the ship, for now broke
out an alarming keenness of appetite that threatened havoc to the
provisions. What especially irritated the captain was the daintiness
of some of his cabin passengers. They were loud in their complaints
of the ship's fare, though their table was served with fresh pork,
hams, tongues, smoked beef, and puddings. "When thwarted in their
cravings for delicacies," Said he, "they would exclaim it was d-d
hard they could not live as they pleased upon their own property,
being on board of their own ship, freighted with their own
merchandise. And these," added he, "are the fine fellows who made
such boast that they could 'eat dogs.'"
In his indignation at what he termed their effeminacy, he would
swear that he would never take them to sea again "without having
Fly-market on the forecastle, Covent-garden on the poop, and a cool
spring from Canada in the maintop."
As they proceeded on their voyage and got into the smooth seas and
pleasant weather of the tropics, other annoyances occurred to vex
the spirit of the captain. He had been crossed by the irritable mood
of one of the partners; he was now excessively annoyed by the
good-humor of another. This was the elder Stuart, who was an easy
soul, and of a social disposition. He had seen life in Canada, and
on the coast of Labrador; had been a fur trader in the former, and a
fisherman on the latter; and, in the course of his experience, had
made various expeditions with voyageurs. He was accustomed,
therefore, to the familiarity which prevails between that class and
their superiors, and the gossipings which take place among them when
seated round a fire at their encampments. Stuart was never so happy
as when he could seat himself on the deck with a number of these men
round him, in camping style, smoke together, passing the pipe from
mouth to mouth, after the manner of the Indians, sing old Canadian
boat-songs, and tell stories about their hardships and adventures,
in the course of which he rivaled Sinbad in his long tales of the
sea, about his fishing exploits on the coast of Labrador.
This gossiping familiarity shocked the captain's notions of rank and
subordination, and nothing was so abhorrent to him as the community
of pipe between master and man, and their mingling in chorus in the
outlandish boat-songs.
Then there was another whimsical source of annoyance to him. Some of
the young clerks, who were making their first voyage, and to whom
everything was new and strange, were, very rationally, in the habit
of taking notes and keeping journals. This was a sore abomination to
the honest captain, who held their literary pretensions in great
contempt. "The collecting of materials for long histories of their
voyages and travels," said he, in his letter to Mr. Astor, "appears
to engross most of their attention." We can conceive what must have
been the crusty impatience of the worthy navigator, when, on any
trifling occurrence in the course of the voyage, quite commonplace
in his eyes, he saw these young landsmen running to record it in
their journals; and what indignant glances he must have cast to
right and left, as he worried about the deck, giving out his orders
for the management of the ship, surrounded by singing, smoking,
gossiping, scribbling groups, all, as he thought, intent upon the
amusement of the passing hour, instead of the great purposes and
interests of the voyage.
It is possible the captain was in some degree right in his notions.
Though some of the passengers had much to gain by the voyage, none
of them had anything positively to lose. They were mostly young men,
in the heyday of life; and having got into fine latitudes, upon
smooth seas, with a well-stored ship under them, and a fair wind in
the shoulder of the sail, they seemed to have got into a holiday
world, and were disposed to enjoy it. That craving desire, natural
to untravelled men of fresh and lively minds, to see strange lands,
and to visit scenes famous in history or fable, was expressed by
some of the partners and clerks, with respect to some of the storied
coasts and islands that lay within their route. The captain,
however, who regarded every coast and island with a matter-of-fact
eye, and had no more associations connected with them than those
laid down in his sea-chart, considered all this curiosity as
exceedingly idle and childish. "In the first part of the voyage,"
says he in his letter, "they were determined to have it said they
had been in Africa, and therefore insisted on stopping at the Cape
de Verdes. Next they said the ship should stop on the coast of
Patagonia, for they must see the large and uncommon inhabitants of
that place. Then they must go to the island where Robinson Crusoe
had so long lived. And lastly, they were determined to see the
handsome inhabitants of Easter Island."
To all these resolves, the captain opposed his peremptory veto, as
"contrary to instructions." Then would break forth an unavailing
explosion of wrath on the part of certain of the partners, in the
course of which they did not even spare Mr. Astor for his act of
supererogation in furnishing orders for the control of the ship
while they were on board, instead of leaving them to be the judges
where it would be best for her to touch, and how long to remain. The
choleric M'Dougal took the lead in these railings, being, as has
been observed, a little puffed up with the idea of being Mr. Astor's
proxy.
The captain, however, became only so much the more crusty and dogged
in his adherence to his orders, and touchy and harsh in his dealings
with the passengers, and frequent altercations ensued. He may in
some measure have been influenced by his seamanlike impatience of
the interference of landsmen, and his high notions of naval
etiquette and quarter-deck authority; but he evidently had an
honest, trusty concern for the interests of his employer. He
pictured to himself the anxious projector of the enterprise, who had
disbursed so munificently in its outfit, calculating on the zeal,
fidelity, and singleness of purpose of his associates and agents;
while they, on the other hand, having a good ship at their disposal
and a deep pocket at home to bear them out, seemed ready to loiter
on every coast, and amuse themselves in every port.
On the fourth of December they came in sight of the Falkland
Islands. Having been for some time on an allowance of water, it was
resolved to anchor here and obtain a supply. A boat was sent into a
small bay to take soundings. Mr. M'Dougal and Mr. M'Kay took this
occasion to go on shore, but with a request from the captain that
they would not detain the ship. Once on shore, however, they were in
no haste to obey his orders, but rambled about in search of
curiosities. The anchorage proving unsafe, and water difficult to be
procured, the captain stood out to sea, and made repeated signals
for those on shore to rejoin the ship, but it was not until nine at
night that they came on board.
The wind being adverse, the boat was again sent on shore on the
following morning, and the same gentlemen again landed, but promised
to come off at a moment's warning; they again forgot their promise
in their eager pursuit of wild geese and seawolves. After a time the
wind hauled fair, and signals were made for the boat. Half an hour
elapsed but no boat put off. The captain reconnoitered the shore
with his glass, and, to his infinite vexation, saw the loiterers in
the full enjoyment of their "wildgoose-chase." Nettled to the quick,
he immediately made sail. When those on shore saw the ship actually
under way, they embarked with all speed, but had a hard pull of
eight miles before they got on board, and then experienced but a
grim reception, notwithstanding that they came well laden with the
spoils of the chase.
Two days afterwards, on the seventh of December, they anchored at
Fort Egmont, in the same island, where they remained four days
taking in water and making repairs. This was a joyous time for the
landsmen. They pitched a tent on shore, had a boat at their command,
and passed their time merrily in rambling about the island, and
coasting along the shores, shooting sealions, seals, foxes, geese,
ducks, and penguins. None were keener in pursuit of this kind of
game than M'Dougal and David Stuart; the latter was reminded of
aquatic sports on the coast of Labrador, and his hunting exploits in
the Northwest.
In the meantime the captain addressed himself steadily to the
business of his ship, scorning the holiday spirit and useless
pursuits of his emancipated messmates, and warning them, from time
to time, not to wander away nor be out of hail. They promised, as
usual, that the ship should never experience a moment's detention on
their account, but, as usual, forgot their promise.
On the morning of the 11th, the repairs being all finished, and the
water casks replenished, the signal was given to embark, and the
ship began to weigh anchor. At this time several of the passengers
were dispersed about the island, amusing themselves in various ways.
Some of the young men had found two inscriptions, in English, over a
place where two unfortunate mariners had been buried in this desert
island. As the inscriptions were worn out by the time and weather,
they were playing the part of "Old Mortality," and piously renewing
them. The signal from the ship summoned them from their labors; they
saw the sails unfurled, and that she was getting under way. The two
sporting partners, however, Mr. M'Dougal and David Stuart, had
strolled away to the south of the island in pursuit of penguins. It
would never do to put off without them, as there was but one boat to
convey the whole.
While this delay took place on shore, the captain was storming on
board. This was the third time his orders had been treated with
contempt, and the ship wantonly detained, and it should be the last;
so he spread all sail and put to sea, swearing he would leave the
laggards to shift for themselves. It was in vain that those on board
made remonstrances and entreaties, and represented the horrors of
abandoning men upon a sterile and uninhabited island; the sturdy
captain was inflexible.
In the meantime the penguin hunters had joined the engravers of
tombstones, but not before the ship was already out at sea. They
all, to the number of eight, threw themselves into their boat, which
was about twenty feet in length, and rowed with might and main. For
three hours and a half did they tug anxiously and severely at the
oar, swashed occasionally by the surging waves of the open sea,
while the ship inexorably kept on her course, and seemed determined
to leave them behind.
On board the ship was the nephew of David Stuart, a young man of
spirit and resolution. Seeing, as he thought, the captain
obstinately bent upon abandoning his uncle and the others, he seized
a pistol, and in a paroxysm of wrath swore he would blow out the
captain's brains, unless he put about or shortened sail.
Fortunately for all parties, the wind just then came ahead, and the
boat was enabled to reach the ship; otherwise, disastrous
circumstances might have ensued. We can hardly believe that the
captain really intended to carry his threat into full effect, and
rather think he meant to let the laggards off for a long pull and a
hearty fright. He declared, however, in his letter to Mr. Astor,
that he was serious in his threats, and there is no knowing how far
such an iron man may push his notions of authority.
"Had the wind," writes he, "(unfortunately) not hauled ahead soon
after leaving the harbor's mouth, I should positively have left
them; and, indeed, I cannot but think it an unfortunate circumstance
for you that it so happened, for the first loss in this instance
would, in my opinion, have proved the best, as they seem to have no
idea of the value of property, nor any apparent regard for your
interest, although interwoven with their own."
This, it must be confessed, was acting with a high hand, and
carrying a regard to the owner's property to a dangerous length.
Various petty feuds occurred also between him and the partners in
respect to the goods on board ship, some articles of which they
wished to distribute for clothing among the men, or for other
purposes which they deemed essential. The captain, however, kept a
mastiff watch upon the cargo, and growled and snapped if they but
offered to touch box or bale. "It was contrary to orders; it would
forfeit his insurance; it was out of all rule." It was in vain they
insisted upon their right to do so, as part owners, and as acting
for the good of the enterprise; the captain only stuck to his point
the more stanchly. They consoled themselves, therefore, by
declaring, that as soon as they made land, they would assert their
rights, and do with ship and cargo as they pleased.
Beside these feuds between the captain and the partners, there were
feuds between the partners themselves, occasioned, in some measure,
by jealousy of rank. M'Dougal and M'Kay began to draw plans for the
fort, and other buildings of the intended establishment. They agreed
very well as to the outline and dimensions, which were on a
sufficiently grand scale; but when they came to arrange the details,
fierce disputes arose, and they would quarrel by the hour about the
distribution of the doors and windows. Many were the hard words and
hard names bandied between them on these occasions, according to the
captain's account. Each accused the other of endeavoring to assume
unwarrantable power, and take the lead; upon which Mr. M'Dougal
would vauntingly lay down Mr. Astor's letter, constituting him his
representative and proxy, a document not to be disputed.
These wordy contests, though violent, were brief; "and within
fifteen minutes," says the captain, "they would be caressing each
other like children."
While all this petty anarchy was agitating the little world within
the Tonquin, the good ship prosperously pursued her course, doubled
Cape Horn on the 25th of December, careered across the bosom of the
Pacific, until, on the 11th of February, the snowy peaks of Owyhee
were seen brightening above the horizon.
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