Part 12 (1/2)
The person who is constantly keeping his eye on the reward he aims at is very likely to stumble and fall, and never to reach it. He, on the contrary, who thinks only how he can best perform his duty will be upheld and encouraged, and very probably obtain a higher reward than any at which he might have aspired. Pearce Ripley found this to be true in his case. Duty was his leading star. It never occurred to him to say, ”Will this please my captain?” ”Will this advance me in the service?”
The ”Blanche” was soon refitted and at sea again. Several prizes were made, and, greatly to his satisfaction, he was appointed to the command of one of them, with Bonham as his mate, and d.i.c.k Rogers as boatswain.
She was a richly-laden West Indiaman, recaptured from the enemy. He was ordered to take her to England, where, on his arrival, he found his commission waiting for him.
Pearce received a right hearty welcome from his father, and intense was the satisfaction of the brave seaman when his son showed him his commission and appointment as second lieutenant to the ”Vestal,” an eighteen gun sloop of war, commanded by Captain Gale, and destined for the North American station.
”You have got your first step up the ratlins, Pearce. Go on as you have begun, and Heaven preserving your life, there is no reason why you shouldn't reach the highest,” said the proud father, as he once more parted from his son.
Those were days of pressgangs, and d.i.c.k Rogers took good care to hide away till he ascertained the craft Pearce was to join, when he at once volunteered for her. Bonham, who had still a year to serve, was appointed to the same s.h.i.+p. The ”Vestal” had a quick run across the Atlantic till within about five days' sail of Halifax, Nova Scotia, when a heavy gale sprang up, which tried to the utmost her seaworthy qualities. The sloop behaved beautifully, hove to, and rode buoyantly over the raging seas. Well indeed was it for her that she was properly handled, for the gale went on increasing till the oldest seamen on board declared that they had never met with such another. It continued for a week, each day the wind blowing harder and harder, or if there was a lull it seemed to come only that the gale might gain greater strength.
For days not a glimpse of sun, or moon, or stars had been obtained. It was the morning watch; the grey cold dawn had just broke. Pearce was on deck, when sweeping his eye round the horizon as the sloop rose to the summit of a sea he perceived on the lee beam the hull of a s.h.i.+p, rising and sinking amid the tumultuous waters. At first he thought she was keel up, but as the light increased he saw that she was a large s.h.i.+p with the stump of the foremast alone remaining. That she was in a bad plight was very clear. She was remarkably low in the water he fancied, and who could say how long even she might keep afloat.
The captain, being summoned, soon came on deck. To bear sway for the stranger would be a work of danger to the ”Vestal.” Still who could tell how many human beings might be on board that sinking s.h.i.+p! With hatches battened down and men lashed to the helm, the captain resolved to go to the rescue.
The seas came roaring up with furious rage, as the sloop flew before them, some breaking aboard; and rounding to under the stern of the s.h.i.+p, she again hove to. Many people appeared on the deck of the stranger who, stretching out their arms, implored a.s.sistance. How was it to be afforded? Would a boat live in such a sea? Such appeals to British seamen are never made in vain. Pearce Ripley offered to make the experiment if men were found ready to go with him. There was no want of volunteers. A boat was lowered. It seemed as if she must be engulfed before she left the sloop's side. Ripley's progress was watched by eager eyes from both s.h.i.+ps. Now he is in the trough of the sea, a watery mountain about to overwhelm him; now he is on the summit surrounded by driving foam. A shout is raised as he neared the sinking s.h.i.+p, but to get alongside was even more dangerous than the pa.s.sage from one to the other. As the s.h.i.+p rolled and her deck was exposed to view, he saw that there were women on board, and other people besides the crew. Ropes were hove to him. He seized one, and sprang up the side.
A few hurried words told him what had occurred. The s.h.i.+p was conveying troops and stores to Halifax, the master and first mate had been washed overboard, the second lay wounded by the falling of a spar. Many of the crew had been lost with the captain. There was no sea officer who could enforce orders; the men were mutinous. Ripley instantly a.s.sumed the command. There were several ladies. ”They must first be placed in safety before a man enters the boat,” he cried out, presenting a pistol at some seamen who showed an intention of leaping into her.
Some entreated that their husbands might accompany them. ”Oh, father, father, come with me,” exclaimed a fair girl, who was being conveyed to the side to be lowered into the boat; ”I cannot, I will not leave you.”
She looked towards a fine, soldier-like man, who stood with several officers around him. ”Impossible! Heaven protect you, dearest. Even for your sake I cannot desert my post. It is here with my men,” was the answer. The boat had already nearly as many persons in her as it would be safe to carry. This was no time for delay. Pearce lifted the young lady in his arms, and lowered himself with her into the boat. The boat returned to the ”Vestal,” and all those who had been rescued were put on board. The young lady again and again entreated him to save her father, Pearce promised to make every effort to bring off the colonel. ”But unless his men are rescued, I doubt that he will leave the s.h.i.+p,” he added, as he returned to his boat.
Two other boats were now lowered, but it was too evident that they could only save a part of the people from the foundering s.h.i.+p. Those on her deck were now seen forming a raft. It was their last hope of life should the boats not take them off. Though several of the people made a rush to the side, they were driven back by the officers and soldiers who remained firm, and the men were told off in order to allow of them to embark as arranged by Pearce. Twice the boat returned without an accident to the ”Vestal.” The young lady cast a reproachful look at Ripley, when she saw that her father was not among the saved. ”He would not come, lady, but I will make another effort,” he exclaimed, as he prepared once more to leave the corvette's side. Just then arose the fearful cry, ”She is sinking! she is sinking!”
”Oh, save him! save him!” shrieked the poor girl in an agony of terror, stretching out her hands towards the spot where she fancied that she saw her beloved father struggling in the waves. Pearce and his brave companions needed not such an appeal to make them use every effort to reach their drowning fellow-creatures. Some had leaped on the half-finished raft as the s.h.i.+p sunk beneath them, but many of these were speedily washed off. Others were clinging to spars, and oars, and gratings, Pearce was soon in the midst of the hapless beings, many with despair on their countenances, unable to reach the boat, sinking as he neared them. He looked round for the colonel. He could not distinguish him among the rest. Three people had been hauled in, when as the boat rose to the summit of a sea he saw below him a person clinging to a grating. A hand was waved towards him. ”Give way, lads,” he shouted, and in another minute he had the satisfaction of hauling on board the brave officer for whom he was searching.
The other boats took off the people from the raft. He picked up several more, and returned in safety on board. The meeting of the father and his daughter need not be described. They were, he found, a colonel and Miss Verner. He was struck by the name as that of his former unamiable messmate. When the weather moderated, and the colonel was sufficiently recovered to appear on deck, he warmly expressed his grat.i.tude to Pearce, and his admiration of the gallantry he had displayed. His daughter Alice was not less grateful. A calm succeeded the gale, and Pearce had frequent opportunities of seeing her. He did not mention Harry Verner to her, and indeed so great was the contrast he perceived between the two in manners and behaviour, that he could not suppose they were nearly related. Still there was at times an expression in Colonel Verner's countenance when he was annoyed which reminded him strongly of Harry.
There was a frank heartiness and sincerity about the young lieutenant which at once gained Miss Verner's regard. It was very different to what she had been accustomed, still his manner towards her was gentle and deferential, as if he in no way presumed on the service he had rendered her. Indeed, it never entered his head that he had rendered her any especial service, or that he had the slightest claim on her regard. He felt, as he wrote to his father, ”that he had had the good fortune to command the boat which saved a colonel and Miss Verner; that they were very nice people; that the colonel was to be stationed at Halifax, and had invited him to his house whenever he could get leave on sh.o.r.e.” He added, ”That will not be very often during these stirring times, but I shall thoroughly enjoy it when I do go, for Miss Alice Verner is the most beautiful and amiable girl I have ever seen or expect to meet; without a bit of pride about her, and she talks to me as if I were an old friend.”
At length the ”Vestal” dropped her anchor in the fine harbour of Halifax, and with a regret which surprised him, Pearce saw the pa.s.sengers depart for the sh.o.r.e.
”Remember, my dear Mr Ripley, Miss Verner and I shall at all times be glad to see you,” said Colonel Verner as he was about to leave the s.h.i.+p.
Alice did not say as much as her father, but Pearce believed from the expression of her countenance that she willingly seconded her father's invitation. Still he knew that the familiar intercourse which had been so delightful to him on board must come to an end. ”What can she ever be to me more than she is at present?” he exclaimed to himself. ”She says that I saved her life and her father's life; but then I saved the lives of many other people. To be sure I have got one step up the ratlins, but it may be very long before I get another. No, no, I'll not think about it.”
The next day a special invitation to the governor's table, where he met Colonel and Miss Verner, and where all the gentlemen from the governor downwards drank wine with him, considerably altered his feelings. This was the first of many attentions which he received from the military officers and the princ.i.p.al inhabitants of Halifax. His time on sh.o.r.e was indeed fully occupied in making morning calls and in attending the parties to which he was invited. A portion of every morning he spent in the society of Miss Verner. It was very delightful, and he felt sure that he was welcome.
At length the ”Vestal” was suddenly ordered to sea. Pearce had the greatest difficulty in getting on sh.o.r.e to wish his friends good-bye.
Alice turned pale when he told her that the s.h.i.+p was to sail that evening. ”You will come back here surely, Mr Ripley,” she said, in a trembling voice; ”you have been every thing to us since that awful day when you saved our lives from the sinking s.h.i.+p; we shall miss you, indeed we shall, very much.”
Pearce could not frame a reply, at least, satisfactory to himself. He scarcely knew what he said, as he hurried away. The words might have made a vainer man than he was much happier than they did him.
The ”Vestal” was bound for the West Indies. She cruised for some time, making several rich prizes, which she sent into Port Royal, Jamaica, and which filled the purses of her officers and men in a very satisfactory manner. Still, no honour or promotion was to be obtained by the capture of honest merchantmen. At length, however, there appeared a chance of falling in with an antagonist worthy of her. One morning at dawn a stranger was discovered on the lee beam. The ”Vestal” was kept away, and all sail made in chase. As the ”Vestal” gained on the chase, she was discovered to be a large s.h.i.+p, and p.r.o.nounced to be flush-decked.
”Then we'll tackle her; never mind how many guns she carries,” exclaimed the captain--a sentiment to which his officers and men responded heartily.
The chase was accordingly continued, and as the vessel came up with her on the weather quarter, it was seen that she was a large flush-decked s.h.i.+p, carrying twenty-two guns. The ensign of France flew out from the stranger's peak, and was saluted by a shot from one of the corvette's bow guns. The battle thus begun, the ”Vestal” keeping the weather gauge, was continued for half-an-hour with great fury, till the Frenchman's foremast went by the board. The enemy's guns were well handled, and the corvette began to suffer accordingly. The first lieutenant and five men were killed, and the captain, a mids.h.i.+pman, and several men wounded. The captain was carried below, and the command devolved on Pearce. The young lieutenant's heart beat high. ”Bonham,”
he said, addressing his friend who was standing near him, ”we'll take that s.h.i.+p, or go down with our colours flying.” The breeze which had fallen returned, and as the corvette was still under perfect command, he was able at length to obtain a position by which he could pour several raking broadsides into the bows of the enemy. Her main-top mast was shot away; her mizen-mast followed. The ensign of France was again hoisted, but did not long remain flying. Pearce poured in another broadside, and down it came, the cheers of the British crew giving notice of what had occurred to their wounded s.h.i.+pmates below. The prize, which proved to be the ”Desiree,” had lost a considerable number of her crew, most of them killed during the latter part of the action.
Bonham was sent on board to take command, and in two days the ”Vestal”
and her prize entered in triumph the harbour of Port Royal. Here the admiral with part of the fleet were at anchor. Pearce went on board the flag-s.h.i.+p to make his report. He was warmly received, and highly complimented on his conduct. The next day he found that he was to be first lieutenant of the corvette, and Bonham received an acting order as second lieutenant. The ”Vestal” had received so much damage, that she was obliged to refit at Port Royal. This took several weeks, and Captain Gale considered himself sufficiently recovered, when she was ready, to go to sea in her. Pearce had, however, virtually the command.
Several more prizes were taken. ”That's young Ripley's doing,”
exclaimed the admiral, ”he deserves his promotion, and he shall have it.”