Famous Privateersmen and Adventurers of the Sea Part 34

Imagine the situation of the _Ranger_'s crew, with a top-heavy, cranky s.h.i.+p under their feet, and a Commander who day and night insisted on every rag she could stagger under, without laying clear down!

As it was, she came close to beam-ends more than once, and on one occasion righted only by letting-fly her sheets cut with hatchets.

During all this trying work Captain Jones was his own navigating officer, keeping the deck eighteen or twenty hours out of the twenty-four; often serving extra grog to the men with his own hands; and, by his example, silencing all disposition to grumble. In the worst of it, the watch and watch was lap-watched, so that the men would be eight hours on to four off; but no one complained. It speaks well alike for commander and crew that not a man was punished or even severely reprimanded during the terrific voyage.

But Captain Jones made good his boast. He actually did land at Nantes--upon the coast of France--early in the morning of December second, 1777, thirty-two days out from Portsmouth. His crew were jubilant, and sang a song which ran:

"So now we had him hard and fast, Burgoyne laid down his arms at last, And that is why we brave the blast, To carry the news to London!

Heigh-ho! Carry the News!

Go! Go! Carry the News!

Tell old King George that he's undone!

He's licked by the Yankee squirrel gun.

Go!

Go!

Carry the news to London!"

And Captain John made haste to proceed to Paris, placing the dispatches in the hands of Dr. Franklin early upon the fifth day of December,--travelling two hundred and twenty miles in sixty hours. He returned to his s.h.i.+p about the middle of the month, to find that several of the crew were mutinous.

"See here, Captain," said one--a seaman from Portsmouth, New Hamps.h.i.+re--"Me and my pals enlisted at home after readin' a hand-bill which said that we wuz to get $40.00 apiece extra, for this cruise.

Now, your young Lieutenant tells us that the reg'lations of Congress say that we are to only get th' reg'lar salary allotted by those old pals, who make our laws. We came with you thinkin' that we wuz ter git this money, and, by gum, we intend to git it!"

"Calm yourself, my good fellow," said Jones soothingly. "If the hand-bill said that you were to receive $40.00 you shall have it. You shall get this sum even if I have to pay it myself."

And this he did.

"I would not deceive any man who has entered or may enter, to serve in my command," remarked John Paul Jones. "I consider myself as being under a personal obligation to these brave men, who have cheerfully enlisted to serve with me, and I accept their act as a proof of their good opinion of me, which I value so highly, that I cannot permit it to be dampened in the least degree, by misunderstanding, or failure to perform engagements. I wish all my men to be happy and contented. The conditions of the hand-bills will be strictly complied with."

Accordingly he disbursed one hundred and forty-seven guineas (about $800.00) out of his own pocket, in making good the terms of the hand-bill. Is it any wonder that the gallant seaman was popular with his followers?

But the _Ranger_ lay at Brest--eager for action--her light sails furled; her spars s.h.i.+ning with new varnish; her polished guns winking in the rays of the sun.

"Come, my Hearties!" cried Captain Jones on April the 10th, "we'll hie us out to the west coast of Ireland and see if our new s.h.i.+p cannot make a good name for herself."

Sails were hoisted upon the staunch, little vessel. Her bow was turned toward the ocean--and--with the new flag of the infant republic fluttering from her masts, the _Ranger_ went forth for battle, for plunder, and for glory. She was to get a little of each.

Arriving off the coast of c.u.mberland, and, learning from fishermen decoyed on board, that there was a large amount of s.h.i.+pping in the harbor of Whitehaven, with no wars.h.i.+p of superior force in the neighborhood to protect it, the bold American skipper resolved to make a dash into this quiet cove, with a view of destroying the s.h.i.+ps there in port. The British authorities had no suspicion of his presence in the Irish Sea.

As the _Ranger_ drew near to Whitehaven, the wind blew such a gale from the southwest, that it was impossible to land a boat.

"We must hold off until the breeze slackens!" cried bold Captain Jones. "This cannot last forever, and our opportunity will soon be here."

Sure enough--the wind died out about midnight of April 22nd--and the _Ranger_ beat up towards the town. When about five hundred yards from the sh.o.r.e, the vessel was hove to--two boats were lowered--and twenty-nine seamen, with third Lieutenant Wallingford, Mids.h.i.+pmen Arthur Green and Charles Hill, jumped into them. With Jones in command they hastened toward the coast.

The surprise was complete. Two small forts lay at the mouth of the harbor, but, as the seamen scrambled ash.o.r.e, they were precipitately abandoned by the garrison of "coast-guards." Captain Jones, Mids.h.i.+pman Green, and six men rushed shouting upon one of these, capturing it without an effort; the other was taken by Lieutenant Wallingford and eight sailors,--while four were left behind as a boat-guard. A few pistols spattered, a few muskets rang; but, when the stout sea-dogs reached the tidal basin, where the s.h.i.+pping lay, the townsfolk were thoroughly aroused. Burning cotton was thrown on board of the s.h.i.+ps lying at anchor, but only one took fire. It was full daylight, and the insignificance of Jones' force became evident to the townsfolk, who were rallying from all directions.

"Retreat to the s.h.i.+ps," shouted the Yankee Captain, "there is no time to lose!"

The landing party--small as it was--had become separated into two groups; one commanded by Jones, the other by Wallingford. Thinking that Wallingford's party was, for the moment, more seriously menaced than his own, Jones attacked and dispersed--with his dozen men--a force of about one hundred of the local militia who were endeavoring to retake the lower fort, or battery, whose guns had been spiked by the Americans. The townsfolk and coast-guards had joined and were making a vigorous a.s.sault upon Wallingford. But shots flew thick and fast from the muskets of the followers of the daring Paul Jones--as they retreated to their own boats. The whole landing party--with the exception of one man--finally leaped safely into the boat, and were on board the _Ranger_ before the sun was an hour over the horizon.

Jones was delighted.

"The actual results of this affair," said he, "are of little moment, as we destroyed but one s.h.i.+p. The moral effect--however--is very great, as it has taught the English that the fancied security of their coasts is a Myth."

In fact this little raid of the valiant John Paul made the Government take expensive measures for the defense of numerous ports. .h.i.therto relying for protection upon the vigilance and supposed omnipotence of the navy. It also doubled the rates of marine insurance; which was the most grievous damage of all.

"Now to attack a castle!" cried Jones, "and bag an Earl, too, if he is around!"

The _Ranger_ was headed for Solway Firth--not more than three hours'

sail away--where, upon St. Mary's Isle, was the castle of the Earl of Selkirk.

"If we can catch the n.o.ble owner of this keep," said John Paul, "we will hold him as hostage for the better treatment of American prisoners in England."

As luck would have it, the Earl was away at this particular time, and, although the wild sea-dogs of the _Ranger_ carried off several pieces of silverware from the castle, this was all that was captured. Lucky Earl! But, had he fallen into the clutches of John Paul, he would have been treated with the greatest consideration, for the Captain of the _Ranger_ was the most chivalrous of conquerors.

The _Ranger_ stood across the Irish Channel and next day ran into some fisher boats.

"Ah! Ha!" laughed one of the sons of Ireland. "The _Drake_--the guard-s.h.i.+p at Carrickfergus--is after you, and she's a twenty-gun sloop-of-war."

John Paul smiled.

"To lessen trouble," said he, "I'll heave-to off the mouth of Belfast Lough and wait for her to work out. This will save her the pains of coming after me."

So he luffed his s.h.i.+p, lay to, and waited for the _Drake_ to sail on.

Her white sails could be seen more clearly as she neared the adventurous American. A boat was sent out to reconnoitre--but--as it approached, it was surrounded by tenders from the _Ranger_; a mids.h.i.+pman and five men in her, were made prisoners. Tide and wind were both against the _Drake_; she came on slowly; and, at an hour before sundown, was just within hail. The sea was fairly smooth, the wind southerly and very light.

"What s.h.i.+p is that?" sounded from the deck of the _Drake_.

"The American Continental s.h.i.+p _Ranger_," rang the clear reply. "Lay on! We are waiting for you!"

Both s.h.i.+ps bore away before the wind and neared each other to within striking distance. _Boom!_ a broadside roared from the side of the _Drake_, and the fight had begun.

_Cras.h.!.+ Cras.h.!.+_ Muskets spoke from the rigging of the _Ranger_, where several seamen had climbed in the endeavor to pick off the gunners on the deck of the British wars.h.i.+p. There were one hundred and fifty-seven men upon the _Drake_; Paul Jones had one hundred and twenty-six. The _Drake_'s battery was sixteen nine-pounders and four sixes. Thus--you see--the advantage was clearly with the Britishers.

Both boats swung along under full canvas, pounding away at each other like prize-fighters. Spars were shattered; sails ripped; masts splintered in the hail of iron. And--as the fight progressed--it could be plainly seen that the marksmans.h.i.+p of those upon the _Drake_ was infinitely less accurate than that of the Americans.

"Every shot of our men told," said Jones--not long afterwards. "They gave the _Drake_ three broadsides for two, right along, at that. The behavior of my crew in this engagement more than justifies the representations I have often made, of what American sailors would do, if given a chance at the enemy in his own waters. We have seen that they fight with courage on our own coast--but fought here, almost in hail of the enemy's sh.o.r.e."

[Ill.u.s.tration: From "The Army and Navy of the United States."

"BEGAN TO HULL THE 'DRAKE' BELOW THE WATER-LINE."]

As the two s.h.i.+ps were going off the wind, which was light, they both rolled considerably, and together; that is, when the _Ranger_ went down to port, the _Drake_ came up to starboard. The gunners upon the quarter-deck of the _Ranger_ timed their guns, so that they were fired as their muzzles went down and the enemy's side arose. By this practice they began to hull the _Drake_ below the water-line.

"Sink the Englis.h.!.+ Sink the Englis.h.!.+" cried the powder-blackened fighters.

But Captain Jones thought differently.

"Don't sink her!" he yelled to gunner Starbuck, above the din of battle. "I want to take her alive, instead of destroying her; for it will be much more to our advantage if we carry her as a visible prize into a French port."

"All right, Cap'n!" shouted his men. "We'll cripple her aloft!"