Under Enemy Colors (50 page)

“‘There ensued then a dispute among the mutinous elements of the crew as to what was to be done, some men favouring setting out for foreign parts and others wishing to sail into the harbour of Brest to turn the ship over to the French authorities. As this was argued, a small number of the crew led by William Stuckey took hold of me and seized me up to a grating. Although many even among the mutineers protested this act, the afore-mentioned Stuckey proceeded to inflict a vicious beating upon my person with a cat, saying as he began, “This is on account of Mr Aldrich.” This statement quelled the resistance to Stuckey, and even some of the men who protested my treatment were heard to cry, “Aye, on Mr Aldrich’s account.” I was afterward cut down from the grating and the doctor was allowed to come to my aid. The said William Stuckey and some others then seized upon acting First Lieutenant Herald Landry and would have flogged him as well, but at that time one of their leaders, Able Seaman Peter Aldrich, came up from below decks and ordered that there should be no more floggings and suggested that myself and the crew loyal to me should be put into boats and set adrift, which was done forthwith. As these boats were without sails and rig, we took to the oars and set out north-west hoping to find a British ship in the vicinity of Ushant, but chanced upon the French prize
Dragoon
, which was being conveyed back to England by my own first lieutenant.

“‘As my lords are no doubt aware, with only eighty able-bodied men, we then had the good fortune to overhaul the
Themis
and take her back from the mutineers, returning her to the possession of His Majesty’s Navy. This is, sirs, to the best of my knowledge and recollection, what occurred. I submit this account along with several lists: the first, of the men who actively joined in the mutiny; the second, a list of those men who came away with me in the boats; the third is less clear. A good number of men were killed during the mutiny and I have been at pains to separate the loyal men who died in the course of their duty and those who died as mutineers. They are clearly marked. As for those men killed but whose allegiance is unknown, I have placed their names on a separate tally and hope that their parts shall be brought to light in due course. All other members of the crew were away on the prizes or, as I have noted, under the care of the doctor in the sick-berth at the time of mutiny.’”

Sir Hubert made a small bow and returned to his desk.

Wickham touched Hayden’s arm. “He has included Aldrich among the mutineers,” he whispered, unable to hide his alarm.

“It shall be set straight, I’m sure,” Hayden replied, though unsettled himself.

Admiral Duncan waved for a silence, as a little breeze of whispering had followed the barrister’s reading.

“Sir Josiah,” he began, “I have been informed that the ship’s log has been lost. Is this possible?”

“I’m afraid it is, sir. I do not know the circumstances of it, Admiral, for it occurred while I was ashore under the care of a physician, but I’m confident that Mr Barthe, the ship’s master, has an explanation. I have, sir, submitted my own journal, which will certainly make up for the loss of the ship’s log.”

The admiral did not look happy with this answer, nor with the muttering among the
Themis
’ people, but then asked if any of the captains wished to put questions to Captain Hart.

“Captain Hart,” a clearly displeased captain named McLeod asked, “was such negligence common to the master?”

“I am sorry to say that it was, sir, as Mr Barthe’s own naval record will attest.”

Hayden felt his back straighten, and he looked over to see Griffiths lay a hand upon the arm of Barthe, who had begun to rise, face glowing crimson, fists clenched. Only Hawthorne and the doctor kept him in his seat, though his response did not go unnoticed by any present.

“Captain Hart,” asked Gardner, captain of the seventy-four-gun ship
Goliath
, “were you displeased by the conduct of any man during the course of these unfortunate events?”

“Of the officers who were aboard ship at the time of the mutiny, sir, I have nary a word of reproach. All of the ship’s people resisted the mutineers to the best of their abilities. I believe this is proven by the long list of men killed and hurt in the defence of the ship.” Hart shifted in his chair, glancing around the cabin guardedly. “Of some, who had the good fortune to quit the ship a few hours before the mutiny,” he growled, “I was less pleased.”

“What mean you, sir?” the
Defiant
’s captain, Bainsbridge, enquired.

Hart did not seem to notice the apprehensive look upon the face of his legal advisor.

“I was absent from the ship for ten weeks before we set out upon our cruise, sir, and was returned only a few days when the mutiny occurred, yet I am on trial for it. Lieutenant Charles Hayden had command of the
Themis
for many weeks during my absence and was only off her for a few hours when the mutiny occurred, yet he is held guiltless who is most to blame.” As he made this statement, Hart’s chin quivered with either anger or the frailty of age. The room fell utterly silent.

“What is it you are suggesting, Sir Josiah?” Bainsbridge asked softly.

Hart did not hesitate to answer, speaking out bitterly: “That the disaffection of the crew began when Lieutenant Hayden, in my absence, took command of the
Themis
—until then there was no sign of it. But during those weeks that I was called away, so material a change in the mood of the crew occurred that, upon my return, I could not comprehend it, which is why the mutiny found me so utterly unprepared.”

Muhlhauser and Wickham both looked at Hayden in alarm.

The spineless little tyrant! Hayden thought. He knew full well that he had discord aboard before Stephens put me on that cursed ship. Had not a man been murdered at the hands of one of his fellows?

“We have not convened to try men who were not aboard the ship at the time of the mutiny,” Gardner stated firmly, “no matter the good captain’s opinion of their service.”

There was some protest among the panel of captains, but Admiral Duncan raised a hand. “Captain Gardner is quite right. Let us proceed. Has anyone a question for Sir Josiah?”

Gardner leaned forward. “You have commended your officers for their zeal in defending the ship, but do I understand you witnessed none of this defence yourself, as you were held prisoner in your cabin?”

“That is true, sir, but I am confident the testimony of my officers will bear me out. Allow me to say, in my defence, that if the mutineers had not come at me by stealth I should have joined in the defence of my ship with all my energies.”

“Given your illustrious service, sir,” Gardner replied dryly, “who could doubt it?”

The meaning of the man’s words was not lost on anyone present and there was muffled laughter, which made Hart shift uncomfortably, his face flushing with anger. Hayden remained too enraged even to smile. Perhaps this was one of Philip Stephens’ votaries.

Bainsbridge waited for silence and then asked, “So you were taken utterly by surprise, Captain Hart? There was, previous to that night, no occurrence, nothing at all that would have given you cause to believe there was, aboard your ship, a mutinous element?”

“No, sir. Certainly, the crew had become froward and undisciplined in my absence, but even so, every one of my officers was taken wholly by surprise. If there had been any reason to believe mutiny possible I would have ordered more sentries to be placed around the ship, and tipped my officers to be on the lookout, but there was not.”

Bainsbridge nodded, apparently satisfied.

“If I may,” the judge-advocate interrupted. “I am looking over your lists, Captain Hart, and I make note that you have the name
Aldrich
in the tally of mutineers, yet there is also an Aldrich on the doctor’s sick-and-hurt list, and by your own account, the men in the sick-berth did not take part in the mutiny. Had you two men of the same name?”

“There was but one, and he was chief among the mutineers. He was also in the sick-berth at the time of the mutiny.”

Gardner, who Hayden was beginning to believe not pleased to be part of these proceedings, pounced on this. “If he was in the sick-berth, Captain Hart, how is it you are so confident of his part in the mutiny?”

“In my account, read by Sir Hubert, I made note that the mutineer William Stuckey said as he began to…beat me that he was doing it on ‘Aldrich’s account.’ After this, Aldrich himself appeared on deck and ordered the mutineers to leave off flogging the ship’s people, and they obeyed him immediately. Also, sir, the very same Aldrich was flogged but a few days before for mutinous language.”

Sir Hubert gave Hart a sharp look and cleared his throat softly.

Gardner raised a single, thick eyebrow. “You flogged a man you have just claimed to be a mutineer, for using mutinous language, and yet you avow that there was no cause for you to suspect your crew were mutinous. Is having a man flogged for using mutinous language not a sign that your crew were talking of mutiny?”

Bainsbridge spoke before Hart could answer. “I think we have established that neither Captain Hart nor his officers had any foreknowledge or reasonable suspicion of mutiny. Men are flogged for mutinous language with distressing regularity, and yet mutinies do not follow. That is undeniable.”

“Indeed, that is true,” Gardner countered, “but in this case a mutiny
did
follow. It is our task to look into the causes of this mutiny, and flogging a man for mutinous language would seem very pertinent to this point.”

“I agree with Captain Gardner,” Admiral Duncan said. “Let Captain Hart explain the circumstances surrounding the flogging of this man Aldrich.”

Hart cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“I should require recourse to my journal for the exact date, my lords, but suffice it to say that it was reported to me that Aldrich, a seaman rated able aboard my ship, was in possession of certain inflammatory pamphlets written by the revolutionary Thomas Paine. I was also informed that he had been reading these pamphlets to the hands, causing discord and much dissatisfaction with their situation. I ordered Aldrich to be flogged as a result.”

Gardner looked somewhat confused. “And you learned of this how, Captain?”

“It was reported to me by my second lieutenant, Mr Landry.”

“And how came Mr Landry to know of this?”

“Why does it matter how he learned of it?” Bainsbridge complained.

“Captain Bainsbridge,” the admiral cautioned. “You may ask your questions in turn, sir.”

Hart did not look overly concerned that this line of questioning had been embarked upon, but the same could not be said of his barrister. “I believe Mr Landry learned of it from the first lieutenant, Mr Hayden,” Hart answered.

“But Mr Hayden did not report it to you himself?”

“No, he did not.”

“Would it not be usual for the first lieutenant to report any matters of concern, such as mutinous language, to the captain himself?”

“It would, sir, but the first lieutenant was remiss, and Mr Landry took it upon himself to report the incident to me.”

“Why do you think he was remiss in this instance?”

“I don’t believe he comprehended the seriousness of the transgression, sir.”

“But you did?”

“It was a breach of the Articles of War, sir.”

“Indeed it was. Which pamphlets of Mr Paine’s did you seize from Mr Aldrich?”

“None, sir.”

“None?”

“That is correct.”

“On what evidence did you flog Mr Aldrich?”

“The verbal account of Mr Landry.”

“Had Mr Landry heard the pamphlets being read by this man Aldrich?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“Then I confess I am confused. You had a man flogged, but you did not first assure yourself that there was in fact some evidence that he had contravened the Articles of War. After all, aboard a ship of war there is often antipathy between men of different temperament and I have seen cases where one has accused another of some offence out of spite or malice.”

“I asked Aldrich if he had been reading the pamphlets of Thomas Paine to the hands and he admitted that he had.”

This stopped even the able Gardner for a moment. “He admitted this freely?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mutineers are not commonly so forthcoming, in my experience, Captain Hart. Be that as it may, certainly you had some reason to suspect unrest among your crew. If you flogged Mr Aldrich for mutinous language, then surely the men to whom he read were guilty of mutinous assembly. Did you flog them?”

Hart was looking both angry and embarrassed by this line of questioning. “I did not,” he answered peevishly.

“And why was that?”

“It seemed he had read the pamphlets to most, if not all of the crew, by his own admission.”

Several of the captains stifled laughter.

“It would appear, Captain Hart,” Gardner said, “that you did indeed have cause to believe elements of your crew were mutinous, yet, despite this knowledge, you did nothing to ensure the safety of your ship.”