All images taken at Upper Canada Village.
Thursday, September 21
Wednesday, September 20
Tuesday, September 19
I often think of my days at sea in the service of King and Country aboard the Zealous. I had gained quite the reputation aboard ship for dropping and breaking lenses. I was often able to repair my looking glasses by hammering out the dents and having a new lens or two ground by our Bosun Mr. Burke, who was extremely handy with such things. But, I fear, toward the end of my service, my old glass just barely got the job done.
When I finally left the Zealous, the boys aboard ship got together and gave me this fine looking glass as a remembrance. I shall think on them fondly each time I look through and make a new discovery.
Monday, September 18
A sailor named Booke has been with us for the last year. He is a tolerable sailor and prior to his impressment was a thief and pickpocket of some repute, if such things can be reputable. He is caught frequently stealing Baptiste's leaches for fishing bait, but I think they have finally put a stop to that.
He is well liked by the sailors, but not as well amongst the officers, especially the boatswain Hollybrass who is constantly on the lookout for any misbehavior.
When we are in port, he isn't allowed to go out on his own, but always manages to slip away, coming back with a wallet full of handkerchiefs and other sundries which he will then sell to the sailors for less than they could buy them in the stores.
He loves to sing and play the fiddle and is usually very jovial, however the men report that he is constantly hatching plans to escape and offering up partnerships in his criminal activities to anyone who will entertain him.
Recently while in port, he slipped away and was discovered in the house of a Lady Carroline Linnington’s home with a bundle full of fine silver and as much food as he could stuff into a wallet. He was captured by the constable and handed over to the ships crew for which he received several lashes. Baptiste considers him a friend and personally saw to his care after the administration of the cat.
He is a rogue in every way, but on quiet nights while the boat rocks, his singing does bring a small comfort and make me feel at home.
-William Bowles, Midshipman 1803
Friday, September 15
Screenshots taken from: The Naval Chronicle: Volume 25, January-July 1811: Containing a General and Biographical History of the Royal Navy of the United Kingdom with a Variety of Original Papers on Nautical Subjects, Volume 25