Visit to Plymouth-Bitter disappointment-Miss Rundle's account of Charley-Voyage to Shetland-Wrecked again-Fall among friends-Near death's door-Happy encounter-Description of Voyage in the smack-Gale springs up-Washed overboard- Saved on a spar-Dreadful fears for my wife's safety-The kind-hearted fisherman- Find the smack-Account of her Happiness at home-War breaks out again-Pressgangs abroad- Mysterious appearance of Charley Iffley-His unaccountable Old Jerry's report of Iffley-Fears of the pressgang-Resolve to go inland-Commence our journey-Seized by men-of-war's men- Iffley's treachery-Find myself aboard a man-of-war bound for India-Iffley's conduct-A gale-Fall overboard-Saved- Punishment interrupted-Preparations for action-Beat off the enemy-A confession-I am proved to be innocent--Capture two prizes-Ordered home in one of them-Deserted by our Overpower mutineers-A suspicious sail-Chased-Captured by French privateer-Carried into St. Malo-Plan for escaping- Carouse of privateer's crew-La Motte's dangerous expedition- Happy prospect of reaching England-Weather changes-Heavy gale-Expect to be lost-Days and nights of suffering-Our greatest comfort-A ship in sight-Disappointed again—Another ship appears-Our hopes and fears-A snow-storm-Get on The emigrant-ship and our kind captain-Get on board a home- ward-bound ship-An unexpected encounter-My old captain- A converted man-A crippled ship-Land at Bermuda-Once more sail for England-Pressed again-A desperate battle- WILL WEATHERHELM. CHAPTER I. My father's land-Born at sea-My school life-Aunt BrettaSpoilt by over-indulgence-Enticed to sea-The Kite schooner -Contrast of a vessel in port and a vessel at sea-] -My shipmates-My name fixed in more ways than one-A gale-Repentance comes too late-Suspicious customers-A narrow escape-Naples and its Bay. He My father, Eric Wetherholm, was a Shetlander. was born in the Isle of Unst, the most northern of those far-off islands, the Shetlands. He loved his native land, though it might be said to be somewhat backward in point of civilization, though no trees are to be found in it much larger than gooseberry bushes, or cattle bigger than sheep; though its climate is moist and windy, and its winter days but of a few hours' duration. But, in spite of these drawbacks, it possesses many points to love, many to remember. Wild and romantic, and, in some places, grand scenery, lofty and rocky precipices, sunny downs and steep hills, deep coves with clear water, in which the sea-trout can be seen swimming in shoals, and, better still, kind, honest, warm hearts, modest women with sweet smiles, and true honest men. Once only in my youth was I there. I remember B well, on a bright summer's day, standing on one of the highest of its lofty hills, sprinkled with thousands of beautiful wild flowers, and, as I looked over the hundreds of isles and islets of every variety of form, grouping round the mainland, as the largest island is called, I thought that in all my wanderings I had never seen a greener or more lovely spot floating on a surface of brighter blue; truly I felt proud of the region which my poor father claimed as the place of his birth. I knew very little of his early history. Like the larger proportion of Shetland men he followed the sea from his boyhood, and made several voyages, on board a whaler, to Baffin's Bay. Once his ship had been nipped by the ice, whirled helplessly against an iceberg, when he alone with two companions escaped the destruction which overwhelmed her. Finally he returned home, and, sickened of voyages in icy regions, became mate of a merchantman trading out of the port of Hull round the English coast. On one occasion, his brig having received severe damage in a heavy gale, put into Plymouth harbour to obtain repairs. He there met an old shipmate, John Trevelyn, who had given up the sea and settled with his family on shore. John had a daughter, Jannet Trevelyn, and a sweet good girl I am very certain she must have been. Before the brig sailed my father obtained her promise to marry him. He shortly returned, when she became his wife, and accompanied him to Shetland. But the damp cold climate of that northern land was a sore trial to her constitution, accustomed, as she had been, to the soft air of her native Devonshire, and she entreated that he would rather take her with him to sea than leave her there. Fortunately, as he considered ACCOUNT OF MY PARENTS. 3 it, the owners of the brig he had served in offered him the command of another of their vessels, and he was able to fulfil the wishes of his wife, as well as to please his own inclination, though for her sake he would rather have left her in safety on shore, for he too well knew all the dangers and hardships of the sea to desire to expose her to them. My father had very few surviving relatives. His mother and sister were the only two of whom I know. His father and two brothers had been lost in the Greenland fishery, and several of his uncles and cousins had been scattered about in different parts of the world, never to return to their native islands. When, therefore, he found that Shetland would not suit my mother's health, he tried to persuade my grandmother and Aunt Bretta to accompany him to Devonshire. After many doubts and misgivings as to how they could possibly live in that warm country far away to the south among a strange people, who could not understand a word of Erse, they at length, for love of him and his young wife, agreed to do as he wished. As soon as he was able he fetched them from Shetland to Hull, whence he conveyed them to Plymouth in his own vessel, and left them very comfortably settled in a little house of their own in the outskirts of the town. Though small, it was neat and comfortable, and they soon got accustomed to the change, though they complained at first that the days in summer were very short compared to those in their own country. This was the year before I was born. My mother, though she had now a home where she could have remained, was so reconciled to a sea life, and so fond, I may say, of my father, that she preferred living on board his vessel to the enjoyment |