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ended in a very wild Vagary, in which all the Men were powdered over with
flour, and wet again to the Skin. Whether these whimsical Diversions are
indulged in order to compell the Men to wash
themselves, shift their Cloaths and wash away Vermin,
or whether it is to awaken the Spirits of the Men which are very apt to sink in
a long Voyage, I know not: but there is not in them the least Appearance of
Elegance, very little Wit, and a humour of the
coarsest kind. It is not superiour to the dances of
Indians.
March 8. Sunday. 1778.
The same Wind and Weather continued and We went at the rate of seven and a
half and Eight Knots.
Mr. Barrons our first Lieutenant, appeared to be an
excellent Officer, very Attentive and diligent in his Duty;
thoughtfull for the Safety of the Ship, and
considerate about Order, conomy and regularity among the officers and
Men. He had great experience at Sea. Had used the Trade to
London,
Lisbon, the
West Indies, the Southern States, and I am sorry to add
Africa.
This morning the Captain ordered all hands upon the Quarter Deck to
Prayers.Mr. William Cooper, the Captains Clerk, had prepared a
composition of his own, a very decent and comprehensive Prayer, which he
pronounced in a grave and proper manner. The Officers and Men all attended, in
clean Cloaths and behaved very soberly. The Weather
was cloudy the whole of this day. Towards night it became rainy and windy, and
the Ship rolled a little in the old fashion. We were about two thousand miles
from Boston.
The Hurricane in the Gulph Stream surpassed all
Powers of description. Neither Milton in Verse, nor
Gibbon in prose could have given any adequate Idea of it, but
the present and subsequent turbulent Weather, as I was a Student in French
turned my Attention to Boileaus description of a Tempest. As
the Book happened to be at hand I amused myself with it and became very
familiar with it. As it was the first morsel of french Verse, except
Molires, which I ever attempted to Understand, it may
be inserted here.
Comme l'on voit les flots, solevez par l'orage,
Fondre sur un Vaisseau, qui s'oppose a leur rage,
Le Vent avec fureur, dans les voiles frmit;
La Mer blanchit d'ecume, et l'air au loin gmit;
Le Matelot troubl, que son Art abandonne,
Croit voir dans chaque flot, la mort qui l'environne.
March 9. 1778. Monday.
Last night the Wind shifted to the North West, and blew fresh. It was then
fairer for Us than before. The Weather was fair and We proceeded on our Voyage
at a great rate. Some of our Officers thought We should reach our Port, by thursday night: others by Saturday night: But these made
no Account of Cruisers and Chace's, nor any allowance for the variability of
the Winds. From this time however till Saturday, We were in great Confusion and
hurry.
Tuesday March 10. 1778.
We espied a Sail and gave her chace. We soon came
up with her, but as we had borne directly down upon her, she had not seen our
Broadside and knew not our force. She was a Letter of Mark, with fourteen Guns,
Eight nines and Six Sixes. She suddenly turned and fired a broadside into Us,
but did Us no other damage, than by cutting some of our rigging, piercing some
of our Sails, and sending one of her Shot through our Mizzen Yard. I happened
to be standing in the gang Way between the Quarter Deck and the Main Deck, and
in the direction from the Ship to the Yard, so that the Balls flew directly
over my head. We upon this Salutation, turned our broadside towards her. As
soon as she saw this she struck her colours. Our
Sailors were all in a rage to sink her for daring to fire. But Captain
Tucker very promptly and prudently ordered his Officers not to fire,
for he wanted the Egg, without breaking the Shell. I suspected however that the
Captain of the Prize knew our force better than he pretended, and that he
discharged his Broadside, that he might have it to say that he had not
surrendered his Ship, without firing a Gun.
The Prize was the Ship Martha, Captain
McIntosh from
London to
New York, loaded with a Cargo of great Value. The Captain told
me that seventy thousand Guineas had been insured upon her at Lloyds and that
she was worth Eighty thousand. The Behaviour of the
Captain was that of a Gentleman, and he bore his misfortune with fortitude but
his Mate cryed like a Child in despair. The Sailors
seemed to me to felicitate themselves that it was not a British Man of War, and
that they were not impressed. There were two Gentlemen on board as Passengers.
Mr. R. Gault was One, and Mr. Wallace of
New York the other. There were two young Jews, on board. That
and the next day were spent in dispatching the Prize, under the command of the
third Lieutenant, Mr. Wells to
Boston.
We soon fell in chace of another
Vessell, and
overtaking her, found her
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to be a French Snow, from
Bourdeaux to Miquelon. We then saw another
Vessell, chaced and came up with her. She proved to
be a French Brig from
Marseilles to
Nantes. This last cost Us very dear.... Mr.
Barrons our first Lieutenant, attempting to fire a Gun as a Signal to
the Brigg, the Cannon burst, and tore in pieces the right leg of this worthy
officer so that the Surgeon was obliged to amputate it, a little below the
Knee.
I was present at this afflicting Scne, and,
together with Captain Tucker, held Mr. Barron
in our Arms, while the Doctor put on the Turnequett and cutt off the Limb. Mr. Barron bore it with
fortitude, but thought he should die, and his principal concern seemed to be
for his family.
I could not but think the fall of this officer, a great loss to
thePublic
United States. His Prudence, moderation, Attention and Zeal were
qualities much wanted in our Infant Navy. He was by Birth a Virginian.
He said he had a Mother, a Wife and Children who were dependant on him and
in indigent Circumstances, and intreated me to take care of his Family. I
promised him, that as soon as I could write to
America I would recommend his Family to the Care of the Public
as well as of Individuals. I recollect to have done something of this: but the
Scenes of distraction in which I was soon involved, I fear, prevented me from
doing so much as I ought to have done, and I feel it, to this hour to be one of
the omissions which I ought to regret.
March 19. Thursday.
Captain McIntosh assured Us that by his Reckoning when he
was taken he was in the English Channel, and We had been beating about in it
for some time. For the last five days We had been tossed in another Gale: I had
been scarcely able to stand or sit, without holding fast with both my hands,
upon some lashed Table,
or Gun, or the Side, or beams of the Ship or
some other fixed Object, such was the Agitation and perpetual motion of the
Vessel by violent Gales and a heavy Sea. In the course of
[the] last five days We had seen a great Number of
Vessells two of which if not four were supposed to
be large British Men of War, for they chased Us a long time and drove Us in
various directions all out of our Course. The Wind had been much against Us,
but this morning it veered and We steered, at least our head lay by the Compass
South East. We consoled Ourselves as well as We could by reflecting, that
possibly We had been
favoured by the last Gale as We
had been by the first. By the last We had escaped Cruisers, as We did by the
first, which I own I considered as an Escape, because although We all agreed,
Officers, Passengers and Men, in the necessity of Fighting the Frigate in the
Gulph Stream, yet I
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had reasons enough to
be apprehensive of the Consequences of an Engagement perhaps with a
superiour force, probably with a
superiour number of Men and certainly with greater
Experience in the Officers and stricter discipline among the Men.
Possibly this violent Gale from the South East, had driven all the Cruisers
from the Coast of
Spain, and the southerly part of the
Bay of Biscay, and by this means have opened a clear passage for
Us to
Bourdeaux. This was possible and so was the contrary. Heaven
alone knew.
March 20 Fryday.
1778.
Yesterday afternoon the Weather cleared up and the Wind came about very
fair. We had a great run, last night. This Morning espyed a Sail under our leward Bow, chased and soon came up
with her, a Snow from
Amsterdam to
Demarara and
Essequibo.
I made Inquiry to day of our Prisoner,
Captain McIntosh, concerning the Trinity House. He says it is
the richest corporation in the Kingdom. That the Earl of Sandwich is an elder
Brother of it. That any Master of a Vessell may be
made a younger Brother of it, if he will. That there are many thousands of
younger Brothers. That this house gives permission to every Vessell to take out, or take in ballast, and that a few
pence, six pence perhaps a Ton are paid them for such Licence. That they have
the care of all Lighthouses &c.
I had omitted to keep a regular and particular journal, even when the
Weather might have permitted it, from an Apprehension that these Papers might
possibly fall into hands of an Ennemy as there might
be no Opportunity of destroying them. My publick Papers were always prepared to be sunk in the Sea,
at the moment when the preservation of the Ship should be no longer
practicable.
We had now so fine a Wind that a few days We thought, would determine
whether We were to meet any capital disaster, or arrive safe in port.
March 21. Saturday 1778.
Five Weeks had elapsed Yesterday, since my Embarkation. We went East South
East.
March 27. Fryday.
On Wednesday Evening Mr. Barrons died, and Yesterday was
committed to the Deep, from the Quarter Deck. He was laid in a Chest made for
the purpose by the Carpenter; about a Dozen twelve pound Shot were put in with
him and then nailed up. The Fragment of the Gun which destroyed him, was lashed
on the Chest, and the whole launched overboard, through one of the Ports, in
presence of all the Ships company after the funeral Service had been read by
Mr. Cooper.
In the course of the last Week, We had some of the worst Winds, We had ever
felt.