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Updated: June 10, 2025
"On the following morning the captain, whose name was Rossiter, ordered my old friend Ohlsen, who was now gunner on the Britannia, to take four hands and endeavour to capture some of the huge land tortoises which abound on the islands of the group. I was allowed to go with them. Little did I think I should never again see his kindly face when I took my seat in the boat and was rowed ashore.
"Ah," said Jorrocks, who was sharing the first watch with me Mr Ohlsen, the second mate, being ill and excused from duty "we're now in the Hoss Latitudes, Mister Leigh, and may know what we've got to expect!" "Horse Latitudes?" I repeated after him, inquiringly, thinking he was having a little joke at my expense, and taking advantage of my ignorance. "Aye, I ain't trying to bamboozle you, my lad!
Ohlsen cut down one of his high sea-boots, and into this he would put two handfuls of the dried potatoes, and then fill it up with water. It made a good sustaining food after it had been softened by the water and kneaded into a pulp. "An hour before dawn, on the sixth day, Ohlsen, who was lying on the bottom boards of the boat, was awakened by hearing me crying for my mother.
"We, from the hill, watched all this with the greatest interest and excitement, and then Ohlsen turned to the others and said, 'Let us get back to the boat at once. The captain has got under weigh to chase those fellows, and we should be with him. "So we descended to the beach, where we met the poor lady and her children, and heard that her husband was dead.
It was too bad, for with Ohlsen, Marrs, and O'Donnell, each in his own vessel in a breeze, you could put the names in a hat and shake them up. When we went by the Nannie O her crew were getting the trysail out of the hold, and they finished the race with that, and made good going of it, as we saw afterward. Indeed, a trysail that day would have been sail enough for almost any men but these.
With you on the quarter and Clancy to the wheel she ought to do great things." "Oh, we'll race her as well as we know how if we're around, but Tom O'Donnell and Wesley Marrs and Tommie Ohlsen and Sam Hollis and the rest they'll have something to say about it, I'm afraid." "What of it? You've got the vessel and you must win I'll bet all the loose money I have in the world on her.
Besides Ohlsen and myself, there were two English seamen, a negro named King and a Tahitian native. The youngest of the English sailors was named Robert Eury; he was about twenty-two years of age, and a great favourite of the captain who knew his family in Dorset, England.
But a lot of other people didn't think it she was all right as a vessel, but Sam Hollis wasn't a Wesley Marrs, nor a Tom O'Donnell, nor a Tommie Ohlsen, nor even a Maurice Blake, who was a much younger man and a less experienced fisherman than any of the others.
Then, bidding us goodbye, Ohlsen and his three men went off in the boat, and were soon out of sight. "Young as he was, Robert Eury had good sense and judgment. He was angry at Mr.
Mr Ohlsen, the second mate "Old son of a gun," as the crew called him, from his taciturn manner of going about his work was still on the sick list; and Captain Billings, who had expressed himself much pleased with my behaviour since I was on board, especially during the storm, had assigned the performance of this gentleman's duties to me.
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