True Blue Part 26

All the information he gleaned confirmed Lord Howe in the opinion that he was but a short distance from the enemy. The morning of the 28th of May found the British fleet, with a strong wind at south by west and a heavy sea, formed in order of sailing, with the lookout frigates stationed around them. The _Ruby_ was to windward, about one hundred and forty leagues west of Ushant, and True Blue was one of the lookouts.

Great was his delight when at 6:30 a.m., he discovered a sail to the south-south-east, and scarcely had he hailed the deck with the information than he made out a strange fleet directly to windward.

"Hurrah! there is the enemy!" was the general cry throughout the British fleet.

Intense was the interest on board every English s.h.i.+p. In about two hours the French were seen bearing down in somewhat loose order; but when about ten miles off, they hauled their wind and began to form in order of battle.

The frigates were now for safety recalled, and the main body continued in the order of sailing, except the _Bellerophon_, _Leviathan_, _Marlborough_, _Audacious_, _Russell_, and _Thunderer_, which were a considerable distance in advance to windward, and were coming fast up with the enemy's rear. The ever-exciting signal of the whole fleet to chase and prepare for action was now thrown out from the _Queen Charlotte_. Every sail the s.h.i.+ps could carry was immediately set, and away the whole fleet plunged through the rolling, tumbling sea in chase of the flying enemy. It was not, however, till towards the evening that Admiral Pasley, in the _Bellerophon_, closed with the rear s.h.i.+p of the enemy's line, a three-decker, on which he commenced a firm and resolute attack, supported occasionally by the s.h.i.+ps in his division. The _Bellerophon_ being soon disabled, fell to leeward; and just then the _Audacious_ came up, and for two hours most gallantly engaged the Frenchman, which proved to be the _Revolutionnaire_ of 110 guns. The enemy's mizen-mast falling overboard, and her lower yards and main-topsail-yard having been shot away, she fell athwart hawse of the _Audacious_. Getting clear, however, she put before the wind; nor was it in the power of the latter, from her own crippled condition, to follow her.

Still the French, though having the weather-gage, and therefore having it entirely in their power to engage, avoided an action. By the persevering efforts of some of the weathermost s.h.i.+ps of the British, several of their s.h.i.+ps most to leeward were compelled to fight. One of them indeed struck; but, a consort coming up and pouring a broadside into her as a gentle reminder of her duty she again hoisted her colours.

The frigates meantime were hovering about, ready to obey any orders they might receive, their Captains and officers, as well as their crews, naturally severely criticising the movements of the two fleets, and jealous that they themselves were not permitted to take part in the now active work going on.

"That's always like them, Abel, isn't it?" exclaimed Paul Pringle as he watched the main body of the French fleet still keeping aloof. "It puts me just in mind of what they used to do in the West Indies. When they numbered twice as strong as we did, they would come down boldly enough; but when we showed our teeth and barked, they'd be about again, thinking that they would wait for a better opportunity."

"Ay, Paul, I mind it well. Even Billy here minds it, too, though he was a little chap then," answered Abel, placing his hand on the lad's shoulder. "And, True Blue, what's more, do you tell it to your children's children. Never mind how big may be the s.h.i.+ps of the enemy, or how many guns they may carry, let British seamen when they meet them, as we do nowadays, feel sure that they will conquer, and I am very sure that conquer they will; ay, however the Frenchmen may bl.u.s.ter and boast of their mountain s.h.i.+ps, just as the French Admiral does now."

"That's it, mate," chimed in Peter Ogle. "That's the way. Go at them.

Show them that you know you are going to thrash them--stick to it.

Never mind if you are getting the worst; be sure you'll be getting the better before long, and, as Abel was a-saying, so you will in the end."

"Right, right!" said Abel impressively. "Suppose now they were for to go for to cover up their s.h.i.+ps with padding, or thick coats of wood or iron, just as men once had to do their bodies, I've heard tell, when they went to battle,--not that in the matter of s.h.i.+ps it could be done on course, ha! ha! ha! but we never knows what vagaries the Monsieurs may try. Well, what should we do? Stand and play at long bowls with them? No, I should think not; but go at them, run them down, or lay them alongside just as we do now, and give them the taste of our cutla.s.ses. They'll never stand them as long as there's muscle and bone in an Englishman's arm."

"Never did you say a truer word, Abel!" exclaimed Paul. "And mind you remember it, True Blue. But I say, mates, what's the _Caesar_ about there? I've been watching her for some hours, and there she is still under treble-reefed topsails; and, instead of boldly standing up along the French line, she has been edging away, and now she's been and tacked as if she was afraid of the enemy. What can she be about? He's making the Frenchmen fancy that there is a British officer in this fleet who fears them. Oh, boys, for my part I would sooner be the cook than the Captain of that s.h.i.+p! But don't let's look at him; it makes my heart turn sick. Look instead at our brave old Admiral! He is a fine fellow.

See, see! he has tacked. He doesn't care a rap for the Frenchman's fire. The _Queen Charlotte_ must be getting it pretty warmly, though.

There, he's standing right down, and he's going to break the French line. There's a broadside the old lady has poured into the quarter of one of those rear French s.h.i.+ps. Now he luffs up right under her stern, and has repeated the dose. The Frenchman will not forget it in a hurry.

There go the _Billy Ruffian_ and the _Leviathan_. They'll cut off a couple of Frenchmen if they manage well. Hurrah! That's the way to go about the work. It cannot be long before our fine old chief makes the Frenchmen fight, whether they will or not."

Several other s.h.i.+ps, besides those observed by Paul Pringle and True Blue, were hotly engaged during the course of that 29th of May, and lost a considerable number of officers and men.

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

On the first of June 1794, the British fleet was steering to the westward with a moderate breeze, south by west, and a tolerably smooth sea. All night Lord Howe had carried a press of sail to keep up with the French fleet, which he rightly conjectured would be doing the same; and as he eagerly looked forth at early dawn, great was his satisfaction to descry them, about six miles off, on the starboard or lee bow of his fleet, still steering in line of battle on the larboard tack. His great fear had been that the French Admiral would weather on him and escape; now he felt sure that he had him.

At about 5 a.m. the s.h.i.+ps of the British fleet bore up, steering first to the north-west, then to the north; and then again, having closed with the Frenchmen, they hauled their wind once more, and the Admiral, knowing that their crews had heavy work before them, ordered them to heave-to and to pipe to breakfast.

The frigates, the _Ruby_ among them, and the smaller vessels brought up the rear. Exactly at twelve minutes past 8 a.m., Lord Howe made the looked-for signal for the fleet to fill and bear down on the enemy; then came one for each s.h.i.+p to steer for and independently engage the s.h.i.+p opposed to her in the enemy's line.

The British line was to windward, and Lord Howe wished that each s.h.i.+p should cut through the enemy's line astern of her proper opponent, and engage her to leeward.

Soon after 9 a.m. the French s.h.i.+ps opened their fire on the advancing British line, which was warmly returned. The gallant old English Admiral set an example of bravery by steering for the stern of the largest French s.h.i.+p, the _Montague_, and pa.s.sed between her and the _Jacobin_, almost running aboard the latter.

So energetically did the men labour at their guns, and so tremendous was the fire that they poured into both their opponents, that in less than an hour the _Montague_ had her stern-frame and starboard quarter shattered to pieces, and a hundred killed and two hundred wounded. In this condition she was still able to make sail, which she did, as did also the _Jacobin_, the _Queen Charlotte_ being too much disabled in her masts and rigging to follow.

Most of the other British s.h.i.+ps were in the meantime hotly engaging those of the enemy. The _Queen_ especially received a tremendous fire from several s.h.i.+ps, and became so crippled that the _Montague_, after she had got clear of the _Queen Charlotte_, followed by several other s.h.i.+ps, bore down to surround her.

Lord Howe, however, having once more made sail on his s.h.i.+p, wore round, followed by several other s.h.i.+ps, to her rescue. The _Montague_, though she had suffered so much in her hull and had lost so many men, had her masts and rigging entire; and this enabled her to make sail ahead, followed by other s.h.i.+ps which had in the same way escaped with their rigging uninjured. Twelve French s.h.i.+ps, however, were by half-past eleven almost totally dismasted, while eleven of the British were in little better condition; but then the Frenchmen had suffered in addition far more severely in their hulls.

The proceedings of the line-of-battle s.h.i.+ps had been viewed at a distance by the eager crew of the _Ruby_. As one s.h.i.+p after the other was dismasted, their enthusiasm knew no bounds.

"Oh, Paul, I wish I was there!" cried True Blue vehemently. "There!-- there!--another Frenchman is getting it! Down comes her foremast!-- see!--her mainmast and mizen-mast follow! Oh, what a crash there must be! That's the eighth Frenchman without a lower mast standing. Hurrah!

we shall have them all!"

"Not quite so sure of that, boy," observed Peter Ogle, who had come upon the forecastle. "Two of our own s.h.i.+ps, you see, are no better off; and several have lost their topmasts and topgallant-masts. Still they are right bravely doing their duty. I've never seen warmer work in my day.

Have you, Paul?"

"No. With Lord Rodney we have had hot work enough; but the Frenchmen didn't fight as well as they do to-day, I must say that for them,"

observed Paul. "See now that Admiral of theirs; he is bearing down once more to help some of his disabled s.h.i.+ps. See, his division seems to have four or five of them under their lee; but there are a good many more left to our share."

"Hurrah!" cried True Blue, who had been watching an action briskly carried on in another direction. "There's one more Frenchman will be ours before long. That's a tremendous drubbing the _Brunswick_ has given her."

No s.h.i.+p's company displayed more determined gallantry during that eventful day than did the _Brunswick_, commanded by the brave Captain Harvey. Being prevented from pa.s.sing between the _Achille_ and _Vengeur_, in consequence of the latter shooting ahead and filling up the intervening s.p.a.ce, she ran foul of the _Vengeur_, her own starboard anchors hooking on the Frenchman's larboard foreshrouds and fore-channels.

"Shall we cut away the anchor, sir?" inquired the master, Mr Stewart, of the Captain.

"No, no. We have got her, and we will keep her," replied Captain Harvey.

The two s.h.i.+ps on this swung close to each other, and, paying off before the wind with their heads to the northward, with their yards squared, and with a considerable way on them, they speedily ran out of the line, commencing a furious engagement. The British crew, unable to open the eight lower-deck starboard ports from the third abaft, blew them off.

The _Vengeur's_ musketry, meantime, and her p.o.o.p carronades, soon played havoc on the _Brunswick's_ quarterdeck, killing several officers and men, and wounding others, among whom was Captain Harvey, three of his fingers being torn away by a musket-shot, though he refused to leave the deck.

For an hour and a half the gallant _Brunswick_ carried on the desperate strife, the courage of her opponent's crew being equal to that of her own, when, at about 11 a.m., a French s.h.i.+p was discovered through the smoke, with her foremast only standing, bearing down on her larboard quarter, with her gangways and rigging crowded with men, prepared, it was evident, to board her, for the purpose of releasing the _Vengeur_.

Instead of trembling at finding the number of their enemies doubled, the British seamen cheered, and the men stationed at the five aftermost lower-deck guns on the starboard side were turned over to those on the larboard side, on which the fresh enemy appeared. A double-headed shot was added to each of these guns, already loaded with a 32-pounder. The main and upper deck guns were already manned.

"Now, my lads," cried the officer, "fire high, and knock away her remaining mast!"

The stranger, which was the _Achille_, had now got within musket-shot, and wonderfully surprised were her crew at the hot fire with which they were received. Round after round from the after-guns were discharged in rapid succession, till, in a few minutes, down came the Frenchman's foremast, falling on the starboard side, where the wreck of the main and mizen-masts already lay, and preventing him making the slightest resistance. A few more rounds were given. They were not returned, and down came the Frenchman's colours, which had been hoisted on one of her remaining stumps. The _Brunswick_, however, was utterly unable to take possession, not having a boat that would swim, and being still hotly engaged with her opponent on the opposite side.

When the Frenchmen discovered this, they once more rehoisted their colours, and, setting a spritsail on the bowsprit, endeavoured to make off. The _Brunswick_, as they did so, gave them a parting dose; but it had not the effect of making them once more lower their colours. All this time, the crews stationed at the _Brunswick's_ lower and main deck guns were heroically labouring away. Profiting by the rolling of the _Vengeur_, they frequently drove home the quoins and depressed the muzzles of the guns, which were loaded with two round-shot, and then before the next discharge withdrew the quoins and pointed the muzzles upwards, thus alternately firing into her opponent's bottom and ripping up her decks. While, however, they were hurling destruction into the side of the enemy below, the French musketry was sweeping the quarterdeck, forecastle, and p.o.o.p, whence, in consequence, it was scarcely possible to work the guns. Several times, also, she had been on fire from the wadding which came blazing on board.

The brave Captain Harvey, on pa.s.sing along the deck, was knocked down by a splinter; but, though seriously injured, he was quickly on his legs again encouraging his men. Soon afterwards, however, the crown of a double-headed shot, which had split, struck his right arm and shattered it to fragments. He fell into the arms of some of those standing round.

"Stay a moment before you take me below!" he exclaimed, believing that he was mortally wounded. "Persevere, my brave lads, in your duty.

Continue the action with spirit, for the honour of our King and country; and remember my last word, '_The colours of the Brunswick shall never be struck_!'"

Hearty shouts answered this heroic address, and the crew set to work with renewed energy to compel their opponents to succ.u.mb. Never, perhaps, however, were two braver men than the Captains of the _Brunswick_ and _Vengeur_ opposed to each other, and their spirits undoubtedly animated their crews. If the British had resolved to conquer, the French had determined not to yield as long as their s.h.i.+p remained afloat.

Still it appeared doubtful which would come off the victor. At this crisis, for an instant, as the smoke cleared off, another line-of-battle s.h.i.+p was seen approaching the _Brunswick_. If a Frenchman, all on board saw it would go hard with her. Still they determined not to disappoint their Captain's hopes, and to go down with their colours flying rather than strike.

The command had now devolved on Lieutenant Cracraft. For three hours the two s.h.i.+ps had been locked in their fiery embrace, pounding away at each other with the most desperate fury, when, near 1 p.m., the _Vengeur_, tearing away the three anchors from the _Brunswick's_ bow, rolled herself clear, and the two well-matched combatants separated.

The newcomer was seen to be the _Ramillies_, with her masts and spars still uninjured. Having, indeed, had but two seamen killed and seven wounded, she was quite a fresh s.h.i.+p. She, however, waited for the French s.h.i.+p to settle farther from the _Brunswick_, in order to have room to fire at her without injuring the latter. The brave crew of the _Brunswick_ were, however, not idle even yet, and continued their fire so well-directed that they split the _Vengeur's_ rudder and shattered her stern-post, besides making a large hole in her counter, through which they could see the water rus.h.i.+ng furiously.

At this spot the _Ramillies_, now only forty yards distant, pointed her guns, and the _Brunswick_, still firing, in a few minutes reduced the brave _Vengeur_ to a sinking state. Just then, it being seen from the _Ramillies_ that the _Achille_ was endeavouring to make her escape, all sail was made on her, and away she stood from the two exhausted combatants in chase of the fugitive, which she ultimately secured without opposition. Soon after 1 p.m., the two gallant opponents ceased firing at each other, and at the same time a Union-Jack was displayed over the quarter of the Frenchman as a token of submission and a desire to be relieved.

Not a boat, however, could be sent from the _Brunswick_, and in a few minutes her mizen-mast went by the board and made her still less able to render a.s.sistance. It made the hearts of the brave crew of the _Brunswick_ bleed to think of the sad fate which awaited their late enemies, and which no exertion they had the power of making could avert.

Mr Cracraft now considered what was best to be done. The French Admiral Villaret was leading a fresh line on the starboard tack, to recover as many as he could of his dismasted s.h.i.+ps; and the difficulty of the _Brunswick_ was to rejoin her own fleet, without pa.s.sing dangerously near that of the French, the loss of the mizen-mast and the wounded state of the other masts rendering it impossible to haul on a wind as was necessary. Accordingly, the head of the _Brunswick_ was put to the northward for the purpose of making the best of her way into port, while all possible sail was made on her.