CHAPTER X

BRAVERY

Amid the many sides of the average sailor’s character there is none that stands out so prominently as that of bravery and resourcefulness.  Here is an instance of both qualities.  Three or four years ago a Russian Nihilist made his escape from the Siberian mines and travelled to Vladivostock.  A British ship was lying there, and the poor refugee came aboard and claimed the protection of her captain.  The vessel could not sail for a few days, which gave his pursuers an opportunity of overtaking him.  They got to know where he was, and proceeded to demand that he should be given up.  They relied, as many other whipper-snappers do, on the importance of their official position and the glitter of their elaborate uniform to strike awe and terror into the soul of the British captain!  They soon found out what a mistake they had made.  “Gentlemen,” said the resolute commander, “the person whom you call your prisoner has placed himself under the protection of the British flag.  A British ship is British territory, hence he is a free man, and I must request that you cease to molest us or make any attempt to take him by force.”  They urged Imperial penalties and international complications; but this brave and resourceful man disregarded their threats, again reminding them that he stood on the deck of a British vessel; and that if they did anything in violation of his power and authority, complications would arise from his side instead of from theirs.  He was allowed to sail with his interesting passenger aboard, and I hope the latter was genuinely grateful to his heroic protector for ever after.  The name of such a man should be covered with imperishable fame.

Here is another bit of quiet bravery, loftier than the slaughter, in hot or cold blood, of one’s fellow-creatures!  About twenty-eight or twenty-nine years ago, a German vessel ran into and sank off Dungeness an emigrant ship called the North Fleet.  She was a fine vessel.  Her commander had married a young lady a few days before sailing from London, and she accompanied him on the voyage.  When the collision occurred there was a rush made for the boats.  Men clamoured for a place to the exclusion of women and children!  The captain called out that he would shoot the first man who prevented or did not assist the women to save themselves, and I believe he had reason to put his threat into practice.  He stood on the poop with his revolver in hand ready for action.  When the proper time came, he asked his bride to take his arm, and led her to the gangway.  They kissed each other affectionately.  He whispered in her ear, “Courage, dear, I must do my duty.”  Then he handed her into the boat which was in charge of an officer, and exhorted him to take special care of her whom he had so recently led from the altar and to whom he had said his last farewell!  He then proceeded to his post on the quarter-deck, and