Beat to Quarters Quotes

“In later years it was a tale told and retold, how the Lydia was towed into action with hornpipes being danced on her maindeck. It was quoted as an example of Hornblower's cool courage, and only Hornblower knew how little truth there was in the attribution. It kept the men happy, which was why he did it. No one guessed how nearly he came to vomiting when a shot came in through a forward gun-​port and spattered Hall with a seaman's brains without causing him to miss a step.”
― C.S. Forester, Beat to Quarters

“In an age of hard drinking Hornblower stood almost alone in his abstemiousness, from no conscientious motive but solely because he actively disliked the feeling of not having complete control of his judgment.”
― C.S. Forester, Beat to Quarters

“The shortage of tobacco, of water and of wood was nothing nearly as important, however, as the imminent shortage of grog. He had not dared to cut that daily issue, and there was only rum for ten more days in the ship. Not the finest crew in the world could be relied on if deprived of their ration of rum.”
― C.S. Forester, Beat to Quarters

“Anything was grist that came to the Royal Navy’s mill”
― C.S. Forester, The Happy Return

“His flexibility of mind could crystallise into sullen obstinacy.”
― C.S. Forester, The Happy Return

“beat to quarters, if you please, and clear for action.”
― C.S. Forester, The Happy Return

“In British ships the officers were always careful to see that the men had full bellies before being called upon to exert themselves more than usual.”
― C.S. Forester, The Happy Return

“Hornblower knew that the men were cursing him under their breath; he did not know they admired him as well, as men will admire a hard master despite themselves.”
― C.S. Forester, Beat to Quarters

“But he was mesmerised by the necessity of completing his task. The mizzen stay parted under his axe; he saw another rope draw up taut, and cut that as well — the pattern of the seams of the deck planking at that point caught his notice — felt another severed and flick past him, and then knew that the Lydia was free from the wreckage. Almost at his feet lay young Clay, sprawled upon the deck, but Clay had no head. He noted that as an interesting phenomenon, like the pattern of the deck seams.”
― C.S. Forester, Beat to Quarters

“Wounded men were being dragged along the deck and down the hatchways to where the horrors of the cockpit awaited them. As Hornblower looked he saw a powder boy flung across the deck, dissolved into a red inhuman mass as a twenty-​four pounder ball hit him.
“Ha-​h'm,” said Hornblower, but the sound was drowned in the roar of the quarterdeck carronade beside him.”
― C.S. Forester, Beat to Quarters

“He found himself pacing, stoopshouldered, up and down the tiny limits of his cabin, and checked himself furiously. The iron-​nerved captain of his dreams would not allow himself to work himself into this sort of fever, even though his professional reputation was to be at stake in four hours' time. He must show the ship that he, too, could face uncertainty with indifference.”
― C.S. Forester, Beat to Quarters

“Hornblower sat down at table; in the seven months' voyage every luxury had long since been consumed. The coffee was a black extract of burnt bread, and all that could be said in its favor was that it was sweet and hot. The burgoo was a savoury mess of unspeakable appearance compounded of mashed biscuit crumbs and minced salt beef.”
― C.S. Forester, Beat to Quarters