On the Friendship their share of the turtle bounty is taken on board, and Eleanor resumes her journal
Next day, when the turtle was divided, three came to
our share; they were immense creatures, weighing upwards of 400 pounds each.
Our people brought on board several buckets full of turtle eggs, which they
found buried in the sand; they were perfectly round, about the size of a small
orange, with a soft flexible skin; they also brought off a number of little
turtles, about the size of small crabs, and a number of tropic birds, who were
so stupid as to suffer themselves to be taken by hand when sitting upon the
rocks.
All being ready, we left the island on the 23d of
March, and proceeded with a fine strong trade-wind towards the Equator, which
we crossed on the 28th of March; from that time until the 3d of
April we had much unsettled weather, with squalls, thunder and lightning, and
almost constant rain. This was expected about these latitudes: however we now
got into the regular north-east trade winds, about four degrees north, and proceeded
steadily on, in a north-west direction, until we came to about 23° north, and
37° west, where we fell in with a vast quantity of gulph weed, which at times
was so thick in all directions, as to have frightened people unacquainted with
its appearance. We were several days sailing through these fields of floating
marine substance, and caught many branches of it; they were extremely elegant,
and greatly resembled some land plants. Many very curious marine animals were
found adhering to these branches.
About the 27th degree of latitude we were
clear of the sea-weed, and then began to get into the variable winds, which
enabled us to get round the Azores, or Western Islands, but had much bad
weather, the ship at times taking in great quantities of water over the decks.
This continued until we arrived in soundings off Scilly, where we encountered a
most severe gale, in which a poor fellow named Hunt, a seaman, had both thighs
broken by the falling of the arm-chest.
The limbs were immediately set by
Doctor L[aird], and Mrs. D. with so much skill and success (notwithstanding the
violent motion of the ship) that when the man was afterwards taken to the
London Hospital, the surgeons there said the operation did great credit to
those who had performed it: the man perfectly recovered, and sailed afterwards
with the captain to India. The passengers kindly made up a purse of 30 guinease
for this poor fellow.
So who was the resourceful "Mrs. D"? The wife of either Capt. D. or Mr. C-- D--, evidently, but in the absence of a passenger list, it is impossible to tell who she was. Which leaves us with yet another unsung female heroine of the sea ....
1 comment:
The painting is a beautiful example of the tall ships of olden days sailing. However, I could never condone the killing of turtles or thier young to make turtle soup.
I'm happy to say that turtles are now a protected speceis in the Carribean (where turtle soup has bèen very popular). As the saying goes "There are plenty of fish in the sea", so long live turtles.
Buddha Bless, NMRK
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