There are few books that describe accurately life on board sailing ships in the last days of sail, from the 1860s to the First World War; the romantic image conjured up by many who wrote from a safe distance belies the harsh realities which were a sailorman's lot. Domville-Fife, in collecting together the personal stories of seamen while they were still alive, was able to present a truer picture of the tough last days of sail. Long voyages on board nineteenth-century sailing ships were marked by isolation, boredom, and miserable living conditions that taxed the endurance of men already hard pressed by the gruelling and dangerous nature of shipboard work. While some were attracted to a life of adventure most simply went to sea for a living, and a meagre one at that. They experienced neither the excitement of life on the crack clippers of the earlier decades nor the safety of the steamships; they were caught in the limbo of a dying profession where poor pay, discontinuous employment, prolonged isolation from family and physical hardship were the norm. No wonder that murder, mutiny, starvation and shipwreck appear in the memoirs gathered here. Domville-Fife surely did future generations a great service by piecing together this reality. First published in 1938, these memoirs are now available again in this superbly presented new edition with a new selection of stunning photographs and a fascinating introduction on life at sea in the dying world of sail. A wonderful read for all enthusiasts and historians of the merchant service in the days of sail.
The second half of the 19th century saw the creation of the most beautiful ships the world has ever known. But, as time passes, the often brutal reality of life under sail has been blurred... [read full review]The second half of the 19th century saw the creation of the most beautiful ships the world has ever known. But, as time passes, the often brutal reality of life under sail has been blurred by a veil of nostalgic sentimentality. Bruce Stannard removes his rose-tinted spectacles to look at a new book in which the men who crewed the great wind ships describe what it was really like to be lying out on the tops'I yards in a Cape Horn gale.
The three-masted British barque Garthsnaid rounding Cape Horn, January 1920.
When I was a child growing up on Balmain's gritty industrial waterfront in the immediate post war years, it was still possible to take a ferry across Darling Harbour to Erskine Street Wharf and there, in the rough and tumble heart of the old working waterfront, enter a world that had changed but little since the roaring days when the port of Sydney was crowded with sailing ships from around the world. As a barefoot boy I earned my first meagre wages selling tabloid newspapers in smoke-filled, beer-slopped sailors' dives up and down 'Erko' and the Hungry Mile.
There, pitched in among rowdy mobs of painted whores and drunken seamen, I was given the kind of wide-eyed education no boy ever gets at school. I quickly learned that sailors "worked like hosses at sea, but spent like asses ashore." Thus I made far more in generous silver tips than I ever earned by flogging newspapers. Hard by the waterfront, on the northern side of Erskine Street, stood an old ship's chandlery and sailor's outfitter, a bow-fronted emporium full of all the wonderful things that small boys' dreams are made of: brass bound ship's wheels, lethal-looking fids, sailmaker's palms, cakes of beeswax, tubs of aromatic Stockholm tar, oil lamps, hempen rope by the coil, bolts of flaxen canvas and the straw-filled ticking mattresses that sailors called "donkey's breakfasts."
I still treasure a hand-embroidered sailor's keepsake from those days. "Don't wait for your ship to come in," it urged, "swim out to it."
Had there been a square rigged ship at anchor in Blackwattle Bay in those days, I would have been sorely tempted to do just that, but Pamir, the last deep-waterman to sail from Sydney, had long since cleared the Heads for London. Unfortunately, I'd caught my sea fever too late. Over the years that missed opportunity became a source of profound regret, until that is, Seaforth, the British nautical publisher sent me a copy of Square Rigger Days, a beautifully illustrated book in which men who really did spend their lives before the mast, set down in vivid detail just how tough it really was. Their accounts quickly made me realise that I would not have lasted 10 minutes, let alone endured a voyage that might have gone on and on for years.
Captain R. Barry O'Brien, who came up through the hawsehole to command several famous British ships, also served under blood and guts American skippers who were, he says, renowned the world over for the brutal treatment they meted out to their crews. "There were exceptions," Captain O'Brien writes, "but the majority of these Yankee packets richly deserved the title of 'hell ships' and 'blood boats'. "Their hard-case skippers and bucko mates, possessed by some diabolical and inhuman blood-lust, were experts in the art of 'working-up' and 'man-handling' refractory crews; and many cases are on record of their beating a man to death with belaying pins or knuckle dusters, or of subjecting him to such refined methods of cruelty that he went mad, or jumped overboard to escape from them. In rare instances these human gorillas were brought to justice and executed, or sent to penal servitude for long terms, but in the majority of cases they went free to perpetrate fresh outrages elsewhere upon long-suffering and downtrodden sailormen.
"During my own sailing ship days (1880-1900) I was with a number of men who, at one time or another, had served in these American ships. Nearly all of them bore some mark - a scar, a permanent limp, or maybe merely a tendency to insomnia, to remind them of the fact. "One old shipmate I recollect in particular, who had served in a number of Yankee packets, had an ugly white scar running from his left temple, across the empty socket of his left eye, down to his mouth. A blow from a knuckle-duster had inflicted this hideous wound and the old fellow was as proud of it as a war veteran might be of his VC.
"To have served in an American 'hell ship' and survived was regarded as a great honour. The experience lifted a man out of the ruck aboard a British 'lime-juicer', singled him out as a hard case, stamped him as a man of iron - to be looked up to, respected and admired by his shipmates. Indeed, I honestly believe that the old sailor I have mentioned would far sooner have had his ghastly scar, which never failed to send a shudder through me, than all the proverbial tea in China."
Captain O'Brien recalls his time as an Able Seaman aboard the full-rigged ship Staroflndia under the command of the maniacal 'Captain X'. The vessel sailed from London, bound for San Francisco on December 5, 1887, and before she was clear of the Channel, O'Brien says, the new Captain made it known that he intended to run the ship in real Yankee fashion "and that when he spoke he expected everyone to flap their wings and fly".
"As the Star of Russia ambled southwards through the tropics," O'Brien writes, "the Captain employed all the little tricks he had learned in Yankee ships to make life a hell for the men. The decks were holystoned and holystoned again, until they were as smooth as glass. The paintwork was washed and re-washed, until the sheen of the bare iron shone through it.
"When the supply of holystones and washing soda began to run low, the cables were dragged up on deck and chipped; then the sailors were sent down to scale the damp, rust-stinking chain lockers with eight or nine men being herded into one locker, so that the air they breathed was foul and there was scarcely elbow room." This relentless hazing ultimately resulted in tragedy.
"The ship was off the Horn, beating to and fro in the teeth of the furious westerlies," Captain O'Brien writes. "Huge seas flooded the decks, repeatedly gutting out the fo'c'sle, petty officers' and apprentices' quarters. For three days no one had tasted a hot meal. The sailors' bedding was as sodden as their clothes, for water continually seepedthrough the seams of the straining fo'c'sle-deck head. "The elements were certainly doing their best to make everyone's life a hell, but this was not enough for the Captain, whose passion for inflicting misery was an abiding obsession with him. "Coming on deck on the morning of February 28 (1888) he saw the watch puffing disconsolately at their damp pipes, and instantly flew into a temper. 'Can't you find something better than that for the lazy hounds to do, mister?' he demanded of the Second Mate, who was in charge of the watch on deck. 'We've just finished hauling tight the weather braces, sir,' replied the officer. 'I dismissed the men for a bit of a spell-o.' 'A spell-o be damned!' exploded the skipper. 'Do you think this is a Sunday School, mister? Bring the loafers aft and set the cro'jack.'
"The Second Mate glanced at his superior in surprise for the cro'jack had been furled only a few hours before - there was far too much wind for it. He knew better than to argue, however.
"The carpenter, sailmaker and bosun who were day men, turned out to bear a hand with the sail, and while its sheet was being hove down, a big sea broke aboard in the waist, sweeping the sailmaker overboard. The Second Mate threw a lifebuoy to him, but he might as well have saved himself the trouble, for within a few seconds the sailmaker had been swept out of sight in the smother of foam. "Later on in the morning, while a fierce squall was raging overhead, the cro'jack split from head to foot and blew into ribbons." There was no sailmaker to repair it.
Having read all that, 1 thanked my lucky stars that 1 remained a landlocked lubber after all.
Square Rigger Days - AFLOAT, December 2010An essential addition to any mariner's bookshelf
The Pilot - Official Journal of the UK Maritime Pilots' AssociationThis book is a wonderful record of these men and their ships and the sea. Thoroughly enjoyable, and once started cannot be put down. A book to grace any library and a must... [read full review]This book is a wonderful record of these men and their ships and the sea. Thoroughly enjoyable, and once started cannot be put down. A book to grace any library and a must have publication for naval historians.The Nautical Magazine
'Well illustrated with a selection of stunning photographs, this book is a good read for enthusiasts, historians and all lovers of the history of our industry.'
Fairplay - Dec 07The author has brought together the personal stories of the seaman who worked the square riggers in the closing days of commercial sail. A remarkable picture of what life afloat in those days was... [read full review]The author has brought together the personal stories of the seaman who worked the square riggers in the closing days of commercial sail. A remarkable picture of what life afloat in those days was really like. Not the glory of the clipper ships but the hard working men of square sail. A fascinating book well put together and well illustrated.Gaffers Log - Dec 07
In Square Rigger Days there are accounts of angry shipboard exchanges, mutiny and murder. Seaforth Publishing is to be commended for salvaging Donville-Fife's book which in the new edition includes many striking black and... [read full review]In Square Rigger Days there are accounts of angry shipboard exchanges, mutiny and murder. Seaforth Publishing is to be commended for salvaging Donville-Fife's book which in the new edition includes many striking black and white photographs. If anyone reads it having harboured cosy perceptions of the last days of the great commercial sailing ships, the revelations in this book will hit them like a blast of Arctic seawater.Telegraph - The Journal of Nautilus
Product Extracts
Register now to post your own review
and get a £1 voucher for every review you submit!
Schooner SunsetThe Last British Sailing Coasters
Our Price: £36.00
Customers who bought this title also bought...
Pen & Sword Loyalty Scheme
Register now to take advantage of our new and improved customer loyalty scheme.
The loyalty scheme is our chance to thank you for your continued support and your chance to receive additional money off ALL online purchases with us!
These loyalty discounts are in addition to any other offers on our site – you will still qualify for all of our other discounts, sales and promotions. And best of all, membership is free!
Bronze
All registered website users begin with standard bronze membership - entitling you to enter competitions, receive exclusive offers and sneak preview new titles by receiving our email newsletter.
Silver
Members who have spent over £100 in the last rolling year will gain Silver membership and will automatically receive an additional 5% discount on all online orders.
Gold
Members who have spent over £250 in the last rolling year will gain Gold membership and will automatically receive an additional 10% discount on all online orders.
Platinum
Members who have spent over £400 in the last rolling year will gain Platinum membership and will automatically receive an additional 15% discount on all online orders.
Why not click here to register now for free!
Membership operates on a "rolling year" – to qualify for each membership level you must have spent the minimum amount required over the last 365 days.
add to Wishlist 
link to pagesend page
