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not have been selected because they were the men who had the most
to tell it; but because they happened to be in a state admitting of
their safe removal。 Fourthly; to say whether the coroner and jury
could have come there; to those pillows; and taken a little
evidence? My official friend declined to commit himself to a
reply。
There was a sergeant; reading; in one of the fireside groups。 As
he was a man of very intelligent countenance; and as I have a great
respect for non…commissioned officers as a class; I sat down on the
nearest bed; to have some talk with him。 (It was the bed of one of
the grisliest of the poor skeletons; and he died soon afterwards。)
'I was glad to see; in the evidence of an officer at the Inquest;
sergeant; that he never saw men behave better on board ship than
these men。'
'They did behave very well; sir。'
'I was glad to see; too; that every man had a hammock。' The
sergeant gravely shook his head。 'There must be some mistake; sir。
The men of my own mess had no hammocks。 There were not hammocks
enough on board; and the men of the two next messes laid hold of
hammocks for themselves as soon as they got on board; and squeezed
my men out; as I may say。'
'Had the squeezed…out men none then?'
'None; sir。 As men died; their hammocks were used by other men;
who wanted hammocks; but many men had none at all。'
'Then you don't agree with the evidence on that point?'
'Certainly not; sir。 A man can't; when he knows to the contrary。'
'Did any of the men sell their bedding for drink?'
'There is some mistake on that point too; sir。 Men were under the
impression … I knew it for a fact at the time … that it was not
allowed to take blankets or bedding on board; and so men who had
things of that sort came to sell them purposely。'
'Did any of the men sell their clothes for drink?'
'They did; sir。' (I believe there never was a more truthful
witness than the sergeant。 He had no inclination to make out a
case。)
'Many?'
'Some; sir' (considering the question)。 'Soldier…like。 They had
been long marching in the rainy season; by bad roads … no roads at
all; in short … and when they got to Calcutta; men turned to and
drank; before taking a last look at it。 Soldier…like。'
'Do you see any men in this ward; for example; who sold clothes for
drink at that time?'
The sergeant's wan eye; happily just beginning to rekindle with
health; travelled round the place and came back to me。 'Certainly;
sir。'
'The marching to Calcutta in the rainy season must have been
severe?'
'It was very severe; sir。'
'Yet what with the rest and the sea air; I should have thought that
the men (even the men who got drunk) would have soon begun to
recover on board ship?'
'So they might; but the bad food told upon them; and when we got
into a cold latitude; it began to tell more; and the men dropped。'
'The sick had a general disinclination for food; I am told;
sergeant?'
'Have you seen the food; sir?'
'Some of it。'
'Have you seen the state of their mouths; sir?'
If the sergeant; who was a man of a few orderly words; had spoken
the amount of this volume; he could not have settled that question
better。 I believe the sick could as soon have eaten the ship; as
the ship's provisions。
I took the additional liberty with my friend Pangloss; when I had
left the sergeant with good wishes; of asking Pangloss whether he
had ever heard of biscuit getting drunk and bartering its
nutritious qualities for putrefaction and vermin; of peas becoming
hardened in liquor; of hammocks drinking themselves off the face of
the earth; of lime…juice; vegetables; vinegar; cooking
accommodation; water supply; and beer; all taking to drinking
together and going to ruin? 'If not (I asked him); what did he say
in defence of the officers condemned by the Coroner's jury; who; by
signing the General Inspection report relative to the ship Great
Tasmania; chartered for these troops; had deliberately asserted all
that bad and poisonous dunghill refuse; to be good and wholesome
food?' My official friend replied that it was a remarkable fact;
that whereas some officers were only positively good; and other
officers only comparatively better; those particular officers were
superlatively the very best of all possible officers。
My hand and my heart fail me; in writing my record of this journey。
The spectacle of the soldiers in the hospital…beds of that
Liverpool workhouse (a very good workhouse; indeed; be it
understood); was so shocking and so shameful; that as an Englishman
I blush to remember it。 It would have been simply unbearable at
the time; but for the consideration and pity with which they were
soothed in their sufferings。
No punishment that our inefficient laws provide; is worthy of the
name when set against the guilt of this transaction。 But; if the
memory of it die out unavenged; and if it do not result in the
inexorable dismissal and disgrace of those who are responsible for
it; their escape will be infamous to the Government (no matter of
what party) that so neglects its duty; and infamous to the nation
that tamely suffers such intolerable wrong to be done in its name。
CHAPTER IX … CITY OF LONDON CHURCHES
If the confession that I have often travelled from this Covent
Garden lodging of mine on Sundays; should give offence to those who
never travel on Sundays; they will be satisfied (I hope) by my
adding that the journeys in question were made to churches。
Not that I have any curiosity to hear powerful preachers。 Time
was; when I was dragged by the hair of my head; as one may say; to
hear too many。 On summer evenings; when every flower; and tree;
and bird; might have better addressed my soft young heart; I have
in my day been caught in the palm of a female hand by the crown;
have been violently scrubbed from the neck to the roots of the hair
as a purification for the Temple; and have then been carried off
highly charged with saponaceous electricity; to be steamed like a
potato in the unventilated breath of the powerful Boanerges Boiler
and his congregation; until what small mind I had; was quite
steamed out of me。 In which pitiable plight I have been haled out
of the place of meeting; at the conclusion of the exercises; and
catechised respecting Boanerges Boiler; his fifthly; his sixthly;
and his seventhly; until I have regarded that reverend person in
the light of a most dismal and oppressive Charade。 Time was; when
I was carried off to platform assemblages at which no human child;
whether of wrath or grace; could possibly keep its eyes open; and
when I felt the fatal sleep stealing; stealing over me; and when I
gradually heard the orator in possession; spinning and humming like
a great top; until he rolled; collapsed; and tumbled over; and I
discovered to my burning shame and fear; that as to that last stage
it was not he; but I。 I have sat under Boanerges when he has
specifically addressed himself to us … us; the infants … and at
this present writing I hear his lumbering jocularity (which never
amused us; though we basely pretended that it did); and I behold
his big round face; and I look up the inside of his outstretched
coat…sleeve as if it were a telescope with the stopper on; and I
hate him with an unwholesome hatred for two hours。 Through such
means did it come to pass that I knew the powerful preacher from
beginning to end; all over and all through; while I was very young;
and that I left him behind at an early period of life。 Peace be
with him! More peace than he brought to me!
Now; I have heard many preachers since that time … not powerful;
merely Christian; unaffected; and reverential … and I have had many
such preachers on my roll of friends。 But; it was not to hear
these; any more than the powerful class; that I made my Sunday
journeys。 They were journeys of curiosity to the numerous churches
in the City of London。 It came into my head one day; here had I
been cultivating a familiarity with all the churches of Rome; and I
knew nothing of the insides of the old churches of London! This
befell on a Sunday morning。 I began my expeditions that very same
day; and they lasted me a year。
I never wanted to know the names of the churches to which I went;
and to this hour I am profoundly ignorant in that particular of at
least nine…tenths of them。 Indeed; saying that I know the church
of old GOWER'S tomb (he lies in effigy with his head upon his
books) to be the church of Saint Saviour's; Southwark; and the
church of MILTON'S tomb to be the church of Cripplegate; and the
church on Cornhill with the great golden keys to be the church of
Saint Peter; I doubt if I could pass a competitive examination in
any of the names。 No question did I ever ask of living creature
concerning these churches