Outward Bound Or, Young America Afloat: A Story of Travel and Adventure

by Oliver Optic

  CHAPTER XII.

  THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL.

  Paul Kendall, who had not occupied a berth in the steerage since thefirst organization of the ship, was greatly surprised and grieved tolearn that some of the crew were addicted to vicious practices. Gamblingwas an enormous offence, and he was not quite willing to believe thatsuch a terrible evil had obtained a foothold in the ship. He couldhardly conceive of such a thing as boys engaging in games of chance;only the vilest of men, in his estimation, would do so. Shuffles hadtold him so, apparently without malice or design, and there was noreason to doubt the truth of his statement, especially as he had giventhe particulars by which it could be verified.

  The second lieutenant went down into the steerage. Classes were recitingto the professors, and studying their lessons at the mess tables. Therewas certainly no appearance of evil, for the place was still, and nosound of angry altercation or ribald jest, which his fancy connectedwith the vice of gambling, saluted his ears. He cautiously enteredGangway D, and paused where he could hear what was said in mess room No.8.

  "I'm five shillings into your half sovereign," said one of thegamblers; and then Paul distinctly heard the rattling of the props.

  "There's the half sovereign," added another, whose voice the officerrecognized as that of Wilton. "You own five shillings in it, and I ownfive shillings."

  "That's so," replied Sanborn, who appeared to be the lucky one.

  "Let us shake for the coin," added Wilton. "It's my throw."

  "That's rather steep."

  "We get along faster--that's all. If I throw a nick, or a browner, it'smine; if an out, it's yours."

  "I am agreed--throw away," replied Sanborn, without perceiving that theone who held the props had two chances to his one.

  The props rattled, and dropped on the bed.

  "A browner!" exclaimed Wilton, thereby winning all he had lost at onethrow.

  "Hush! don't talk so loud," interposed Adler. "You'll have the profsdown upon us."

  "I'll go you another five shillings on one throw," said Sanborn,chagrined at his loss.

  "Put down your money."

  The reckless young gambler put two half crowns, or five shillings, uponthe bed, and Wilton shook again.

  "A nick!" said he, seizing the two half crowns.

  "Try it again," demanded Sanborn.

  Paul Kendall was filled with horror as he listened to this conversation.When he had heard enough to satisfy him that the speakers were actuallygambling, he hastened to inform Mr. Lowington of the fact. Paul was anofficer of the ship, and this was so plainly his duty that he could notavoid it, disagreeable as it was to give testimony against hisshipmates. It seemed to him that the ship could not float much longer ifsuch iniquity were carried on within her walls of wood; she must bepurged of such enormities, or some fearful retribution would overtakeher. There was no malice or revenge in the bosom of the secondlieutenant; he was acting solely and unselfishly for the good of theinstitution and the students.

  He went on deck again. Shuffles was still there, and they met in thewaist.

  "You told me the truth," said Paul.

  "You did not think I was joking about so serious a matter--did you?"replied Shuffles.

  "No; but I hoped you might be mistaken."

  "How could I be mistaken, when I have seen, at one time and another, adozen fellows engaged in gambling? Of course such things as these willruin the boys, and bring the ship into disrepute."

  "You are right. My father, for one, wouldn't let me stay on board asingle day, if he knew any of the boys were gamblers."

  "It can be easily stopped, now you know about it," added Shuffles.

  "Perhaps it can. I will inform Mr. Lowington at once."

  "Remember, if you please, what I said, Mr. Kendall. I am willing to do agood thing for the ship; but you know how much I should have to suffer,if it were known that I gave the information. I didn't mean to blow onmy shipmates; but you and I have been so intimate in the after cabin,that I spoke before I was aware what I was about," continued Shuffles.

  "I shall not willingly betray you."

  "Willingly! What do you mean by that?" demanded the conspirator,startled by the words of the officer.

  "Suppose Mr. Lowington should ask me where I obtained my information,"suggested Paul.

  "Didn't you see for yourself in No. 8?"

  "He might ask what led me to examine the matter so particularly. But,Shuffles, I will tell him honestly that I do not wish to inform him whogave me the hint; and I am quite sure he will not press the matter, whenhe finds that the facts are correct."

  "Don't mention my name on any account," added Shuffles. "It was mean ofme to say anything; but the ship was going to ruin, and I'm rather gladI spoke, though I didn't intend to do so."

  "I will make it all right, Shuffles," replied Paul, as he descended thecabin steps.

  Mr. Lowington was in the main cabin, and the second lieutenant knockedat the door. He was readily admitted, and invited to take a seat, forthe principal was as polite to the young gentlemen as though they hadbeen his equals in age and rank.

  "I would like to speak with you alone, if you please, sir," Paul began,glancing at the cabin steward, who was at work in the pantry.

  "Come into my state room," said the principal, leading the way.

  "I hope your business does not relate to the discipline of the ship,"continued Mr. Lowington, when they were seated, and the door of theroom was closed. "If it does, you should have applied to the captain."

  "This is a peculiar case, sir, and I obtained my information while offduty," replied Paul, with some embarrassment; for he had thought ofcommunicating his startling discovery to Captain Gordon, and had onlybeen deterred from doing so by the fear of betraying Shuffles.

  "I will hear what you have to say."

  "There is something very bad going on in the steerage," said Paul,seriously.

  "Indeed! What is it?" asked the principal, full of interest and anxiety.

  "Gambling, sir."

  "Gambling!" repeated Mr. Lowington, his brow contracting.

  Paul made no reply; and he expected to be asked how he had obtained thestartling information.

  "Are you quite sure of what you say, Mr. Kendall?"

  "Yes, sir, I am. In mess room No. 8, there are three or four studentsnow engaged in gambling. I stood at the door long enough to find outwhat they were doing."

  "This is serious, Mr. Kendall."

  "If you have any doubt about the fact, sir, I hope you will takemeasures to satisfy yourself at once, for I think the students are stillthere."

  "I will, Mr. Kendall; remain in this cabin, if you please, until myreturn," added the principal, as he moved towards the door.

  "You must be careful when you approach them, sir, for the gamblers arevery sly."

  Mr. Lowington passed from the professors' cabin into the steerage, andproceeding to the entrance of No. 8, he paused to listen. He heard thewhispered conversation about the stakes, and "nicks," "browners" and"outs." The gamblers were by this time highly excited by the game, andhad not only become imprudent, but absolutely reckless, so intense wasthe fascination of their employment. Suddenly, but with a light step, heentered the mess room. Wilton sat in the berth, while his companionsoccupied stools outside and their heads were close together.

  Mr. Lowington took Adler by the collar of his frock with one hand, andSanborn with the other, just as Wilton had thrown the props upon thebed. With a vigorous jerk, he tossed them back upon the floor, so as toobtain a full view of the stakes and the gambling implements. Theculprits were astounded at this sudden descent upon them; but beforethey could comprehend the situation fully, the principal turned upon hisheel, and left the room without a word of astonishment or censure.

  "We're in for it now," said Wilton, as his companions picked themselvesup from the floor, and gazed at each other with a sheepish look.

  "That's so," replied Sanborn.

  "We shall catch it," added Adler.

>   "We shall find out how the inside of the brig looks, in my opinion,"continued Wilton. "I was a fool to play here, right in the steerage.Shuffles told me that Lowington smelt a mice, and would make a rowabout this thing."

  "Shuffles told you so!" exclaimed Adler. "How did he know?"

  "I don't know? I believe the parson told him last night, when he was inthe brig."

  "Why didn't you say so then?" demanded Sanborn. "You have got us into apretty scrape! That is the reason why Shuffles wouldn't play himself."

  "Yes, he said it was; but I didn't believe Lowington knew anything aboutit; I don't see how he could. He walked in here as straight as though hehad been sent for, and knew just where to go," said Wilton.

  "Of course he did: you say Shuffles told you Lowington knew all aboutit; and I suppose he has been on the watch to find some fellows at it soas to make an example of them."

  "That's the whole of it. We might as well throw the props overboardnow."

  Mr. Lowington returned to the cabin, where he had left Paul Kendall. Hewas sadly disturbed by the discovery he had made, for he had nosuspicion before that any of his pupils had made so much progress invice. He knew what a terrible evil gambling was among men; that it wasthe forerunner of dissipation and crime; and he felt the responsibilitywhich rested upon him as a guardian and instructor of youth.

  "Mr. Kendall, your information was correct; and I commend the zeal youhave displayed in bringing this fearful evil to light. How happened youto discover it?"

  "I had a hint from a source which I would rather not mention," repliedthe second lieutenant, with some embarrassment.

  "Indeed!"

  "Yes, sir; one of the students, who berths in the steerage, happenedaccidentally to let it out."

  Paul said "accidentally," because he believed that Shuffles had beenbetrayed into the revelation by their former intimacy.

  "And he does not wish to be regarded as an informer," added theprincipal.

  "No, sir; after he had excited my curiosity, he told me where I couldfind the gamblers at play."

  "I understand his position, precisely," said Mr. Lowington; "and I willnot ask his name. The information proves to be painfully correct, andthere appears to have been no malice in giving it."

  "No, sir; I don't think there was: indeed, I know there was not," addedPaul, when he considered that Wilton and the other gamblers wereShuffles' intimate companions.

  "This is a very serious matter, Mr. Kendall," repeated the principal,thoughtfully.

  "I think it is, sir; that is the reason why I came to you, instead ofgoing to the captain."

  "Perhaps it is better that you did so, on the whole," replied Mr.Lowington. "It has enabled me to see the evil for myself. Have you anyviews in regard to what should be done, Mr. Kendall?"

  The principal often asked the opinion of the officers concerning similarmatters under discussion, perhaps in order to teach them self-respect,rather than with the expectation of obtaining valuable suggestions fromthem.

  "I think there should be stricter discipline in the mess rooms, sir,"replied Paul, blushing to have his opinion asked. "The fellows----"

  "The students, you mean," interposed the principal.

  "Excuse me, sir," added Paul, blushing deeper than before at this gentlerebuke.

  The boys had a language of their own, which was not tolerated by thefaculty when it ran into coarseness and slang.

  "What were you about to say, Mr. Kendall?" continued the principal,smiling at the confusion of the young officer.

  "The students can now do anything they like in the mess rooms. They haveplenty of money, and if they want to gamble, they can. They were playinglast night when the first part of the starboard watch were on duty."

  "You are right, Mr. Kendall," said Mr. Lowington "The students must belooked after in their rooms. Has there ever been any gambling among theofficers in the after cabin?"

  "I never saw any, or heard of any. I don't think there has been."

  "I hope not; but we must grapple with this question in earnest," addedthe principal, as he led the way out of the state room into the maincabin.

  The chaplain and the doctor were there, and Mr. Lowington wished to taketheir advice upon the serious matter before him; and before he permittedthe second lieutenant to retire, he stated the case to them.

  "Gambling!" groaned the chaplain.

  "I detected them in the act myself," added Mr. Lowington. "You mayretire, Mr. Kendall."

  "Why, this is awful!"

  "Boys will do almost anything that men will," said Dr. Winstock, thesurgeon.

  "Drinking and gambling!" ejaculated the chaplain. "What are we comingto?"

  "I fear there are other vices of which we know nothing yet," added thedoctor.

  "Why, I'm afraid the Academy Ship will prove to be a failure, afterall," sighed Mr. Agneau.

  "Not at all," argued Dr. Winstock. "We are in position here to treatthese evils properly. There are no fond mothers and indulgent fathers tospoil the boys, when the discipline becomes sharp."

  "What can we do?" demanded the chaplain. "Moral and religious influencesseem to have no effect."

  "Have faith in your own medicines, Mr. Agneau," said the doctor.

  "I have full faith in the medicine, Dr. Winstock; but I fear I have notdone my duty faithfully."

  "You need not reproach yourself, Mr. Agneau. You have been earnest inyour work," interposed the principal. "In a large community of youngmen, all these vices and evils will appear. It was to meet them that thekeel of this ship was laid, and our institution organized. I expect tofind vice, and even crime, among the boys. They that be sick need aphysician, not they that be whole. These boys certainly behave betteron board the ship than they did on shore at the various academies theyattended. Pelham, who is now fourth lieutenant, and has been first, wasone of the hardest boys in the school to which he belonged in New York.He has given us no trouble here, though he has been a little sulky sincehe fell from his former rank. Shuffles, who, in the Brockway Academy,was the worst boy I ever knew, without exception, behaved himselfastonishingly well for a whole year. I am sorry to see that he has begunthe second year badly."

  "O, his is a very hopeful case!" said Mr. Agneau. "He is penitent forhis folly, and I never saw so great a change in an individual as heexhibited on my second visit to him last evening."

  "I hope he will not disappoint you. I only mentioned him to show what abenefit the ship had been to him; for if it keeps him out of troubleeven a single year, it is so far a blessing to him, to say nothing ofhis intellectual progress, which has been more than satisfactory. Thefact that there are gambling, and drinking and other vices on board,does not diminish my faith in the institution."

  "It certainly ought not to do so," added Dr. Winstock, who was not sosanguine a reformer as the chaplain and was willing to wait till themedicine had time to produce an effect. "Here is an evil: we must meetit, and we needn't stop to groan over it. What's to be done? that's thequestion."

  "The officer of the watch must be required to visit every room duringthe first watch at least," said the principal.

  "But those who are disposed to gamble will find abundant opportunitiesto do so," suggested the doctor. "A couple of them up in the maintop, oreven in the cross-trees, could shake props, 'odd or even,' and playother games of chance, without being seen. I don't think you have hitthe nail on the head yet, Mr. Lowington."

  "The utmost vigilance we can use will not entirely prevent evil. Wedepend upon moral influences, as well as discipline, for the preventionand cure of vice and error," added the principal.

  "I'm afraid a lecture on gambling wouldn't do much, good while the meansof play were still in the hands of the students. It would influencesome; but others are not to be influenced in any way: a strong arm alonewill meet their case."

  "We can take the props from them," said Mr. Lowington.

  "You must go a step farther than that; you must search the berths andlockers for cards, dice, or other gambling implemen
ts. Even then youwill not have struck at the root of the evil."

  "What is the root of the evil?" asked the principal.

  "Money, sir!" replied the doctor, with unusual energy.

  "That is said to be the root of all evil," added Mr. Lowington, with asmile.

  "Among boys, money does more injury than we can comprehend. A collegefriend of mine was wholly spoiled by his allowance of money. His pursewas always full, which made him the prey of dissolute persons. He alwayshad the means of gratifying his appetites, and is now a sot, if he isliving. He began to drink, gamble, and dissipate generally, before heentered college: he was expelled in a year. Without money, as a boy, hewould have been saved from a score of temptations. Every boy on boardthis ship has a pocket full of sovereigns for his European expenses.They are all young nabobs, and if you ever let them go ashore, you willhave your hands full, Mr. Lowington. They will drink beer and wine,visit bad places, gamble and carouse. While they have plenty of money,you can hardly prevent them from being a nuisance to you and tothemselves."

  "There is a great deal of force in what you say, Dr. Winstock."

  "Money will be the root of all evil to these boys, most emphatically.Those who are disposed to gamble will do so while they have money."

  "The inference to be drawn from your remarks is, that the studentsshould not have pocket money."

  "Most decidedly that is my opinion. If I had a son, I wouldn't allow hima penny of pocket money."

  "That would be rather hard," said the chaplain.

  "I know it, but it would be the best thing in the world for the boy. Idon't mean to say that I would never permit him to have money; but heshould have no stated allowance; and when he had a dollar, I should wantto know how it was to be expended."

  "This question of money allowances has been under serious considerationwith me."

  "You can't handle the boys in Europe with money in their pockets. Aregiment of soldiers could not keep them straight."

  "I think you are right, doctor. I am tempted to take their money fromthem."

  "Do it, by all means!" exclaimed Dr. Winstock.

  The chaplain regarded the measure as rather high-handed. He thought itwould belittle the boys, and deprive them of some portion of theirself-respect. The instructors came into the cabin at seven bells, andtheir opinions were taken. Four of the six were in favor of taking allmoney from the boys. Mr. Lowington had already reached this view of thecase, and it was resolved to take the important step at once, as thebest means of effectually putting a stop to the practice of gambling.

  Mr. Fluxion had been unable to attend this conference for more than afew moments, for he was the instructor in mathematics, which includednavigation, and he was compelled to superintend the observations, whichwere made with separate instruments by himself and by the two masters ofthe forenoon watch. The position of the ship was found, and marked onthe chart, and the "dead reckoning" compared with the result obtained bycalculation.

  At one bell in the afternoon watch, all hands were piped to muster, andthe gamblers readily understood that this call was for their especialbenefit.

  "Wilton," said Mr. Lowington, from his usual position.

  The culprit came forward.

  "With whom were you gambling in mess room No. 8, this forenoon?" askedthe principal.

  Wilton looked up at the stern dispenser of discipline. If he did notknow, it was not his business to tell.

  "Answer me."

  "I don't know."

  "You are telling a falsehood."

  "I don't remember their names now," said Wilton.

  "You do remember them; and for each falsehood you utter you shall sufferan additional penalty."

  "I'm not a tell-tale, sir," answered Wilton, doggedly. "I don't want totell who they were."

  "Very well; why didn't you say that at first? I have some respect forthe student who dislikes to betray even his companions in error; none atall for a liar. Adler and Sanborn," added the principal; and the twogamblers stepped up to the hatch. "Young gentlemen, you are charged withgambling. Have you anything to say?"

  "Nothing sir," they all replied.

  "Wilton, how much money have you lost at play?"

  "None, sir."

  "How much have you made?"

  "Ten shillings--half a sovereign."

  "From whom did you win it?"

  "From Sanborn."

  "Return it to him."

  Wilton obeyed. Adler had won about a dollar from Sanborn, which he wasalso compelled to restore. Mr. Lowington was satisfied that others hadgained or lost by gambling, but as he did not know who the othergamblers were, he did not attempt to have the ill-gotten money restored;for he never made himself ridiculous to the students by endeavoring todo what could not be done.

  Mr. Lowington then made a very judicious address upon the evil ofgambling, pointing out its dangerous fascination, and the terribleconsequences which sooner or later overtook its victims. He illustratedhis remarks by examples drawn from real life. The chaplain followed him,detailing the career of a young man whom he had attended in prison, andwho had been utterly ruined by the habit of gaming, contracted before hewas of age.

  These addresses seemed to produce a deep impression on the boys, and onewould have judged by their looks that they all regarded the dangerouspractice with well-grounded horror. Mr. Lowington took the stand again,and followed with another address upon "the root of all evil;" addingthat, having money in their possession, they would be tempted to gamble.

  "Now, young gentlemen, I propose that you all deliver your funds to me,taking my receipt for whatever amount you deliver to me. When you haveany real need of money, apply to me, and I will restore it," added Mr.Lowington.

  "Take our money from us!" exclaimed several; and it was evident that theproposition was creating a tremendous sensation among the students.