A Moveable Feast

As millions of people across America sat down for Thanksgiving dinner in dining rooms and kitchens, few, if any, gave a thought to the fact that their tables were stable and their dishes preserved from harm. For those at sea, however, a gentle swell and a steady ship meant the difference between an enjoyable repast and a frightening test of endurance.

An officer on board the US frigate Columbia, on a voyage to the East Indies in 1840, described the havoc wrought on a ship and its occupants by towering waves and battering winds.

“We had been rapidly driving on before a brisk wind from the time we left Rio till the second of August, when the signs of the weather began to assume a stormy aspect: and by sunset it was generally remarked that we already had ‘extremely dirty weather about us.’ The darkness increased with the hours —the sea rolled higher and higher— the winds whistled through the rigging, and creaking blocks—the rains began to pour violently, and the lightnings flashed athwart the dark conflict of elements, as the buoyant and staunch Columbia groaned and heaved from side to side through the boisterous waters. The ship scudded boldly on, under close reefed fore-sail and main top-sail; the water poured into the closed ports of the gun deck, and many a wave dashed over the nettings of the quarter. Everything unlashed was afloat, and in a chasse, de chasse movement. Crash —crash ! was now and then echoed through the ship, as the knell of departed crockery. The dishes, glasses, and decanters, and even the table in the wardroom were thrown into pi; all the frangible articles, with water and middies, were mixed in either steerage, and we found in the cockpit all the furniture capsized—a candle tossed into a youngster’s hammock, hitting him in the mouth—the castors mingled in a salad of wooden tooth-picks, and sundry stores floating from side to side in fearful confusion. I was swinging in my cot upon the gun deck when the first tremendous lurch of the ship aroused me; and as I swung rapidly against the beams above, I thought the whole deck had given way over head, and was falling in upon me.”

Under these circumstances, all the regular routines of life became impossible tasks. And yet, certain days required a show of celebration, no matter the weather.

On July 4th, 1846, Constitution beat her way around Cape Horn. The thermometer had dropped to 34 degrees, and the waves seemed like mountains all around. According to Lt. John B. Dale, “…the Frigate rolled tremendously and..our ‘independence dinner’ underwent marvelous transmutations and chaotic confusions, not to mention broken crockery, gravy capsized, and turkies that took wing even from under the carver’s fork…”

But at that point, the ship was homeward bound after her round-the-world voyage, and that was something to be truly thankful for.

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