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 CHAPTER IV

was the Captain's coxswain (see Note II.)—precise, immaculate, and adequate as ever—who met the returning guest at Devonport a year later—September, 1898. This time my cruiser was not with the Fleet, but on urgent private affairs. A misguided collier had seen fit to sit on her ram for a minute or so in Milford Haven, a few days before, and had twisted it thirteen inches to starboard. The collier was beached as soon as possible, and the Admiral he said to us (this I got from the coxswain as we drove to North Corner, by night, through blue-jacketed Devonport): 'Can you go round to Plymouth with your nose in that state?' 'Lord love you, yes,' said we, or words to that effect. 'Very good,' said the Admiral, 'then you go.' This we did at an average speed of sixteen knots, through a head-sea, with a collision-mat over our nose ('Same mat we used when we tied up the Thrasher, sir'), and we ran her up to eighteen point two for a few hours to see how the bulkhead would stand it. The carpenter and the carpenter's mate ('Yes, they're the same as last year, sir') sat up to watch, but nothing happened.

'An' now we're under orders to go back and join