第38章 Rank and Dignity of Piloting(1)

IN my preceding chapters I have tried,by going into the minutiae of the science of piloting,to carry the reader step by step to a comprehension of what the science consists of;and at the same time I have tried to show him that it is a very curious and wonderful science,too,and very worthy of his attention.

If I have seemed to love my subject,it is no surprising thing,for I loved the profession far better than any I have followed since,and I took a measureless pride in it.The reason is plain:a pilot,in those days,was the only unfettered and entirely independent human being that lived in the earth.

Kings are but the hampered servants of parliament and people;parliaments sit in chains forged by their constituency;the editor of a newspaper cannot be independent,but must work with one hand tied behind him by party and patrons,and be content to utter only half or two-thirds of his mind;no clergyman is a free man and may speak the whole truth,regardless of his parish's opinions;writers of all kinds are manacled servants of the public.We write frankly and fearlessly,but then we 'modify'before we print.In truth,every man and woman and child has a master,and worries and frets in servitude;but in the day I write of,the Mississippi pilot had none.

The captain could stand upon the hurricane deck,in the pomp of a very brief authority,and give him five or six orders while the vessel backed into the stream,and then that skipper's reign was over.The moment that the boat was under way in the river,she was under the sole and unquestioned control of the pilot.

He could do with her exactly as he pleased,run her when and whither he chose,and tie her up to the bank whenever his judgment said that that course was best.His movements were entirely free;he consulted no one,he received commands from nobody,he promptly resented even the merest suggestions.Indeed,the law of the United States forbade him to listen to commands or suggestions,rightly considering that the pilot necessarily knew better how to handle the boat than anybody could tell him.

So here was the novelty of a king without a keeper,an absolute monarch who was absolute in sober truth and not by a fiction of words.

I have seen a boy of eighteen taking a great steamer serenely into what seemed almost certain destruction,and the aged captain standing mutely by,filled with apprehension but powerless to interfere.His interference,in that particular instance,might have been an excellent thing,but to permit it would have been to establish a most pernicious precedent.It will easily be guessed,considering the pilot's boundless authority,that he was a great personage in the old steamboating days.

He was treated with marked courtesy by the captain and with marked deference by all the officers and servants;and this deferential spirit was quickly communicated to the passengers,too.I think pilots were about the only people I ever knew who failed to show,in some degree,embarrassment in the presence of traveling foreign princes.But then,people in one's own grade of life are not usually embarrassing objects.

By long habit,pilots came to put all their wishes in the form of commands.

It 'gravels'me,to this day,to put my will in the weak shape of a request,instead of launching it in the crisp language of an order.

In those old days,to load a steamboat at St.Louis,take her to New Orleans and back,and discharge cargo,consumed about twenty-five days,on an average.Seven or eight of these days the boat spent at the wharves of St.Louis and New Orleans,and every soul on board was hard at work,except the two pilots;they did nothing but play gentleman up town,and receive the same wages for it as if they had been on duty.

The moment the boat touched the wharf at either city,they were ashore;and they were not likely to be seen again till the last bell was ringing and everything in readiness for another voyage.

When a captain got hold of a pilot of particularly high reputation,he took pains to keep him.When wages were four hundred dollars a month on the Upper Mississippi,I have known a captain to keep such a pilot in idleness,under full pay,three months at a time,while the river was frozen up.And one must remember that in those cheap times four hundred dollars was a salary of almost inconceivable splendor.Few men on shore got such pay as that,and when they did they were mightily looked up to.

When pilots from either end of the river wandered into our small Missouri village,they were sought by the best and the fairest,and treated with exalted respect.Lying in port under wages was a thing which many pilots greatly enjoyed and appreciated;especially if they belonged in the Missouri River in the heyday of that trade (Kansas times),and got nine hundred dollars a trip,which was equivalent to about eighteen hundred dollars a month.

Here is a conversation of that day.A chap out of the Illinois River,with a little stern-wheel tub,accosts a couple of ornate and gilded Missouri River pilots--'Gentlemen,I've got a pretty good trip for the upcountry,and shall want you about a month.How much will it be?'

'Eighteen hundred dollars apiece.'

'Heavens and earth!You take my boat,let me have your wages,and I'll divide!'

I will remark,in passing,that Mississippi steamboatmen were important in landsmen's eyes (and in their own,too,in a degree)according to the dignity of the boat they were on.

For instance,it was a proud thing to be of the crew of such stately craft as the 'Aleck Scott'or the 'Grand Turk.'

Negro firemen,deck hands,and barbers belonging to those boats were distinguished personages in their grade of life,and they were well aware of that fact too.A stalwart darkey once gave offense at a negro ball in New Orleans by putting on a good many airs.

Finally one of the managers bustled up to him and said--'Who IS you,any way?Who is you?dat's what Iwants to know!'