In a pause Fielding had just said ‘Speaking of bears, sir, did I ever tell you that my father was a midshipman in the Racehorse under Lord Mulgrave, or Captain Phipps as he was then, in his voyage towards the North Pole? He was not exactly shipmates with Nelson, who was in the Carcass, but they saw a great deal of one another ashore, and they got along together famously. Nelson. .
‘You must not talk about Nelson with two French officers in company,’ cried Horse-Flesh.
‘It ain’t civil.’
‘Oh, never mind us, sir,’ replied Jean-Pierre with a laugh.
‘Our withers are unwrung. We have Duguay-Trouin, to name but one.’
‘Duguay-Trouin? I never heard of him.’
‘Then you have a treat in store,’ said Jean-Pierre. ‘A glass of wine with you, sir.’
‘A glass of wine all round,’ said Jack. ‘Bumpers now, gentlemen, and no heel-taps. To Duguay-Trouin, and may we never
– meet his like.’
After this, at Stephen’s suggestion, they drank to Jean Bart too. Killick and his mates ran in and out; the heap of empty bottles rose high in the steerage; an array of far more creditable dishes covered the table and Jack said ‘Pray, Mr Fielding, go on with your account. It was not Nelson’s famous attempt at a bear’s skin, I collect?’
‘Oh no, sir: in fact it is not much of a story at all, except when my father tells it, but I will just give the bare bones to show there is another side to the creature.’
‘Bare bones is very good,’ said Welby, chuckling into his wineglass.
‘The ships were coming back from about eighty-one north; they had very nearly been frozen in, and after prodigious exertions they were lying in Smeerenburg Bay in Spitzbergen. Most of the people were allowed ashore; some played leapfrog or football with a bladder, and some ran about the country in hope of game. Those who kept to the shore killed a walrus, an enormous creature as I am sure you know, sir: they stripped off
the blubber, ate what a whaler in the company told them was the best part, cooking it over the blubber, which burns pretty well, once the fire has a hold. Then some time later, a day or so later I think my father said, three white bears were seen coming over the ice, a she-bear and her cubs. The blubber was still burning, but the she-bear plucked out some pieces that were not alight and that had some flesh on them; they ate voraciously, and some of the seamen threw lumps from the carcass they still had towards her. She fetched them one by one, carried them back to the cubs and divided them. As she was fetching away the last piece the men shot the cubs dead and wounded her severely as she ran.
She crawled as far as the
cubs, still carrying the piece, tore it apart and laid some before each; and when she saw they could not eat she laid her paws first upon one, then upon the other and tried to raise them up. When she found she could not stir them, she went off; and when she had got at some distance, looked back and moaned; and since that did not induce them to come away, she returned, and smelling round them, began to lick their wounds. She went off a second time as before, and having crawled a few
paces, looked again behind her, and for some time stood there moaning. But her cubs still not rising to follow her, she returned to them again, and with signs of inexpressible fondness went round one, and round the other, pawing them, and moaning. Finding at last that they were cold and lifeless, she lifted her head towards the men and growled; and several firing together they killed her too.’
A decent silence; and Stephen said in a low voice, ‘Lord Mulgrave was the most amiable of commanders. He it was that first described the ivory gull; and he took particular notice of the northern jellyfish, or blubbers.’
One bell in the first dog-watch; the conversation had grown more general again, a steady hum of talk at the upper end, and Welby, his face now matching his scarlet coat, had engaged the Cornélie’s monoglot third lieutenant in a far more confident and comprehensible French than any of his shipmates had expected, when from the glum far end came Goffin’s voice, loud, somewhat out of control: ‘Well, seeing that many of us are out of favour in Whitehall, I’ll give you a toast: here’s to the Navy’s black sheep, and may they all soon be whitewashed with the same brush.’
They took it remarkably well: both West and Davidge contrived a smile, and they all drank their wine and drew on every reserve of anecdote or remark about tide, weather, current –
anything to prevent a silence, Welby coming out unusually strong with an account of the Pentland Firth, and Martin and Macmillan keeping up a fine flow on the subject of scurvy, its cure and prevention. But it was a relief when after pudding – a noble great spotted dog and the best dish of the meal – they heard Jack say ‘Doctor, please would you explain to your neighbour that we are just about to drink His Majesty’s health; that it will be perfectly in order for him not to join us; but if he should choose to do so, we are privileged to drink it seated.’
The Cornélie’s third lieutenant did so choose; so did Jean-Pierre, who even added the words ‘God bless him’; and shortly after this Jack suggested that they should take their coffee on the quarterdeck.
Coffee, no great amount of brandy, and then farewells, obscurely righteous and indignant on Gof fin’s part, most affectionate upon that of the Nutmegs, who were to carry a whole sheaf of letters to Canton, and loving upon Jean-Pierre’s.
‘I am afraid that was a most unsuccessful dinner,’ said Jack, as they stood watching the boats pull away, Horse-Flesh being sick over the side. ‘They are delicate things: I have noticed again and again that in parties of this kind one man can wreck it all.’
‘He is a gross fellow,’ said Stephen. ‘He cannot hold his wine.’
‘He is losing it now, by God,’ said Jack. ‘Tell me, do our invalids really have to eat that-dreadful soup?’
‘It was mixed four times too strong, and then was attempted to be disguised with some of the original broth, itself made of decayed swinesfiesh in the first place and then burnt. But it is not the soup that is making him vomit so; it is the black choler.’
‘Ah? I am sure you are right. Perhaps I should have made the invitation easier to refuse.
When I was in his case I dare say I wrecked many a party with my gloom, before I learnt to have previous engagements. It is hardly to be believed, how important a man’s rank becomes to him – I mean his place in our world, our wooden world – after he has served twenty years or so, and its order, laws, customs and God help us even clothes have grown second nature. And poor Horse-Flesh -Lord how he pukes – must have served nearer thirty. He was second of the Bellerophon in ninety-three, when I took passage in her; and he stood five places above me on the post-captains’ list.’
‘Yet he broke one of its laws.’
‘Oh yes – false muster. But I meant its important laws:
instant obedience, high discipline, exact punctuality, cleanliness and so on. I always thought them of the first importance and now that I am back – I thank God for it every day –
I have still more respect for them, and even for the lesser rules too. Discipline is all of a piece, said St Vincent, and I do not think I could bring myself to put anyone’s name on the books; unless indeed your daughter should prove a son with a taste for the sea. Captain Pullings, I believe you have something to say.’
‘Yes, sir, if I may be so bold. When we have won our anchor and parted company, the people would take it kindly, was you to go round the ship. .
‘That is exactly what I have in mind, Tom. Quarters, though without a clear run fore and aft, as soon as we are under way; and then I go round.’
‘Yes, sir. Just so, sir. But what I mean is, in square rig. They have not seen a gold-laced coat except for mine, and that only twice since Lisbon, which don’t really signify, me being only a volunteer.’
Jack was much attached to the crew of the Surprise, a difficult but highly seamanlike body made up of man-of-war’s men and privateers, with a sprinkling of merchant seamen; and
they were much attached to him. Not only had he done them exceedingly proud in the article of prizes when the Surprise sailed as a letter of marque, but he had won them protection from impressment; and although in the course of the present voyage he had been snatched away at Lisbon to command another ship, he had also been very publicly restored to the Navy List; so now he returned in the gold-laced splendour of a post-captain, conferring a delightful respectability on the frigate and her people. Privateering ships had a shocking reputation upon the whole – in fact some were hardly to be distinguished from pirates – and the privateersmen aboard