A Gun Room Ditty Box by G. Stewart Bowles - Short Stories and Poems about the Royal Navy circa 1898 - Preface


 
Index
Preface, Intro & Contents
To Explain
Borley
The Naval Mounted 'Orse
A Ward-Room Litany
Below There
The Morning Evolution
Boats!
The Story of Tallock
Raggies
Slate !
The Captain of the Gun
The Great Scheme
The Song of the Snotties
Leader o' the Line
 


LATELY A SUB-LIEUTENANT IN HER MAJESTY'S FLEET

WITH A PREFACE BY

REAR-ADMIRAL
LORD CHARLES BERESFORD
C.B., F.R.C.I., M.P

1898

TO
THE GUN-ROOMS OF THE FLEET
THIS BOOK IS WITH GREAT RESPECT
HUMBLY DEDICATED

Preface

IN the pages of Mr. Bowles' book a description will be found of the many-sided life of a seaman, with its chance and charm, its hardships, its occasional pleasures and pastimes, and its dangers and unforeseen contingencies at all times. There is something in a sea life-some tinge of romance, which appeals to even those who have had no real experience; and the dweller in large towns or the country side feels the magic of its charm just as much as the man who spends his life in studying the ever-changing surface of the oceans. Mr. Bowles has himself felt the breath of the sea on his cheek, and the poetry of its ceaseless swell in his heart. The result is a breeziness and cheeriness of style which I hope will commend this book to the reader. Combined with an attractiveness of manner and expression, he presents a very truthful picture of sea life, and many of the things he says are worth study and remembrance. In " Borley " he shows an insight into the character and disposition of boys, and a thorough appreciation of the methods employed to develop the character of those who join the Britannia at a very early age, but who may some day become foremost men in our great service. He very rightly lays stress on the value of a training which throws the responsibility of a man on boys of tender age, by which you get the work of a man " all the more valuable, because the sap and juices of youth are still alive." It is a pity we do not recognise this truth later in the day. We catch our naval officers young; we early put upon their shoulders the responsibility of command. We recognise that promotion by selection is best for the State and for rewarding merit until they reach the prime of life, when their training is perfect and their mental and bodily vigour most valuable to the nation. After that our present system decrees that promotion shall no longer be determined by merit, energy, or knowledge of the profession, but simply by seniority. The result is that men are often put in important commands when they are commencing to lose those qualities and characteristics which are inseparable from youth. The recent enormous additions to the Fleet are irrefutable illustrations of the lamentable want of vigour, energy, and foresight of those whose duty it was to see the Empire properly defended a few years ago. You cannot have in the old admiral the same enthusiasm, daring, and reckless disregard of consequences as go hand in hand with youth, and generally command success. What you gain in experience you lose in energy and dash. The tale explains how gradually the boy's character changes as his load becomes heavier and his responsibilities increase, until you have the man-boy " the finest working animal alive." Mr. Bowles alludes to the charges of bullying on board the Britannia with a fair and reasonable explanation in the little story of " Borley." In " Below There ! " will be found a very accurate account of the work entailed by the process of getting up steam for full speed, and it deals with the hardships of the engine-room-a death-trap very often in war-time. The men below have all the risks of the men on deck at the guns. To those risks are added the dangers of being parboiled by an accident to the boilers. They have none of the excitement of the fight, and too often fail to get their share of the credit of victory. They really stand in the position of the old A. B.'s, who won our fights in days gone by by putting the ship in the position of advantage. The artificer in the engine-room, who unnoticed sees and promptly repairs some defect which a few minutes later would have caused serious damage, will do as much to win a victory as the old seaman who, without receiving orders, stoppered the stranded sheet and so prevented it carrying away ! The truthful pictures which this book draws of sea life, and especially of the important work in the engineroom department, will, I am convinced, instruct as well as entertain the reader.

Charles Beresford.

Introductory Note

THE following verses and sketches, originally written with no intention that they should be published in volume form, are the work of an irresponsible midshipman in Her Majesty's Fleet who, finding that the ship life around him was strange and new, yet interesting, conceived that, could it by any means be presented to ladies and gentlemen ashore, it might also seem so to them. With English people of all classes the Navy has long been the popular service, and yet, with all its cheeriness, discipline, and training, it might be almost as extinct as the dodo for all that is really known of its inner life and ways. Nor is this at all wonderful, for by its nature the Navy moves in the dark places of the earth and is never open to the public eye. Soldiers of every shape - horse, foot, and artillery, volunteer and regular, with generals in full dress and all the pomp of war stamp loudly through our villages behind abnormal bands; but he of the Fleet, far away in some remote sea, drilling day and night at the most tremendous drill yet known, for the very life of the Empire, works always silently, apart and alone.

Swallowed up by the remorseless sea, no man knows him as he is, for he comes ashore another creature - almost a caricature of himself. Yet, amid the turmoils of his life afloat, there are periods of comparative rest. And then, when for a time, in harbour, the thundering squadrons have ceased to swing and wheel, and the engines below are still, the Bluejacket turns to his little white " ditty-box " above the hat-racks, where live his household gods, for thoughts of rest and home. The oiled and greasy photographs, the letters and the tokens it contains, the broken ring, the unsmoked pipe, the dusty flower, has each its special meaning and remembrance for his mind; and so, turning them over, he lives again for as long as he may in the other world he has left so utterly behind.

Since these sketches were written I have left the Navy and become again but a humble civilian. But my "ditty-box" is mine, and often, for a time weary of the dust and toil, have I, too, turned to it and sought its sure relief. True, in itself 'tis but a sorry show-its flowers faded, its tokens crude, its pictures badly wrought-so that, perhaps, it had been really best to keep it for myself and lock the lid and say no more about it. Yet if anything in it shall afterwards be found to have lifted even the smallest corner of that black veil of ignorance which separates the Navy from the people, my little "ditty-box," collected in many gun-rooms, will not have been opened in vain.

In conclusion, I have most heartily to thank Rear-Admiral Lord Charles Beresford for his extreme kindness in writing the Preface, and also to acknowledge the courtesy of the Editors of the Pall Mall Gazette and Globe, through whose kindness I am enabled to republish " To Explain," and "The Captain of the Gun" with "The Naval Mounted 'Orse," respectively.

G. F. S. B.

Trin. Coll., Canb.,

May 7th, 1898.


Contents

Preface 7
Introductory Note II
To Explain 17
Borley 22
The Song Of The Snotties . 40
The Morning Evolution 43
Boats! 49
The Story Of Tallock. 52
A Wardroom Litany . 64
Slate! 67
The Naval-mounted 'Orse . 73
The Captain Of The Gun 77
Raggies 82
Below There! 86
The Great Scheme 94
Leader O' The Line 98

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