“Now then, old fellow off of this!” cried the captain to the old
Irishman, who did not move.
“And is it quite sure ye are that she’s sinkin?” he said.
“Ay, ay! sure enough, my man; and you’d better look sharp.”
“Faith, then, and I think I will;” and not a moment too soon (for the
water was up to his waist) he jumped on to the raft.
Having cast one last, lingering look around him, Curtis then left the
ship; the rope was cut and we went slowly adrift.
All eyes were fixed upon the spot where the “Chancellor” lay foundering.
The top of the mizzen was the first to disappear, then followed the
main-top; and soon, of what had been a noble vessel, not a vestige was
to be seen.
CHAPTER XXX.
Will this frail float, forty feet by twenty, bear us in safety? Sink
it cannot; the material of which it is composed is of a kind that
must surmount the waves. But it is questionable whether it will hold
together. The cords that bind it will have a tremendous strain to bear
in resisting the violence of the sea. The most sanguine amongst us
trembles to face the future; the most confident dares to think only of
the present. After the manifold perils of the last seventy-two days’
voyage all are too agitated to look forward without dismay to what in
all human probability must be a time of the direst distress.
Vain as the task may seem, I will not pause in my work of registering
the events of our drama, as scene after scene they are unfolded before
our eyes.
Of the twenty-eight persons who left Charleston in the “Chancellor,”
only eighteen are left to huddle together upon this narrow raft; this
number includes the five passengers, namely M. Letourneur, Andre,
Miss Herbey, Falsten, and myself; the ship’s officers, Captain Curtis,
Lieutenant Walter, the boatswain, Hobart the steward, Jynxstrop the
cook, and Dowlas the carpenter; and seven sailors, Austin, Owen, Wilson,
O’Ready, Burke, Sandon, and Flaypole.
Such are the passengers on the raft; it is but a brief task to enumerate
their resources.
The greater part of the provisions in the store-room were destroyed at
the time when the ship’s deck was submerged, and the small quantity that
Curtis has been able to save will be very inadequate to supply the wants
of eighteen people, who too probably have many days to wait ere they
sight either land or a passing vessel. One cask of biscuit, another of
preserved meat, a small keg of brandy, and two barrels of water complete
our store, so that the utmost frugality in the distribution of our daily
rations becomes absolutely necessary.
Of spare clothes we have positively none; a few sails will serve for
shelter by day, and covering by night. Dowlas has his carpenter’s tools,
we have each a pocket-knife, and O’Ready an old tin pot; of which he
takes the most tender care; in addition to these, we are in possession
of a sextant, a compass, a chart, and a metal tea-kettle, everything
else that was placed on deck in readiness for the first raft having been
lost in the partial submersion of the vessel.
Such then is our situation; critical indeed, but after all perhaps
not desperate. We have one great fear; some there are amongst us whose
courage, moral as well as physical, may give way, and over failing
spirits such as these we may have no control.
CHAPTER XXXI.
DECEMBER 7th CONTINUED.--Our first day on the raft has passed without
any special incident. At eight o’clock this morning Curtis asked our
attention for a moment.
“My friends,” he said, “listen to me. Here on this raft, just as when we
were on board the ‘Chancellor,’ I consider myself your captain; and as
your captain, I expect that all of you will strictly obey my orders. Let
me beg of you, one and all, to think solely of our common welfare; let
us work with one heart and with one soul, and may Heaven protect us!”
After delivering these few words with an emotion that evidenced their
earnestness, the captain consulted his compass, and found that the
freshening breeze was blowing from the north. This was fortunate for us,
and no time was to be lost in taking advantage of it to speed us on our
dubious way. Dowlas was occupied in fixing the mast into the socket that
had already been prepared for its reception, and in order to support
it more firmly he placed spurs of wood, forming arched buttresses, on
either side. While he was thus employed the boatswain and the other
seamen were stretching the large royal sail on the yard that had been
reserved for that purpose.
By half-past nine the mast was hoisted, and held firmly in its place by
some shrouds attached securely to the sides of the raft; then the
sail was run up and trimmed to the wind, and the raft began to make a
perceptible progress under the brisk breeze.
As soon as we had once started, the carpenter set to work to contrive
some sort of a rudder, that would enable us to maintain our desired
direction. Curtis and Falsten assisted him with some serviceable
suggestions, and in a couple of hours’ time he had made and fixed to
the back of the raft a kind of paddle, very similar to those used by the
Malays.
At noon, after the necessary preliminary observations, Curtis took
the altitude of the sun. The result gave lat. 15deg. 7min. N. by long.
49deg. 35min. W. as our position, which, on consulting the chart, proved
to be about 650 miles north-east of the coast of Paramaribo in Dutch
Guiana.
Now even under the most favourable circumstances, with trade-winds and
weather always in our favour, we cannot by any chance hope to make more
than ten or twelve miles a day, so that the voyage cannot possibly be
performed under a period of two months. To be sure there is the hope to
be indulged that we may fall in with a passing vessel, but as the part
of the Atlantic into which we have been driven is intermediate between
the tracks of the French and English Transatlantic steamers either
from the Antilles or the Brazils, we cannot reckon at all upon such a
contingency happening in our favour; whilst if a calm should set in,
or worse still, if the wind were to blow from the east, not only two
months, but twice, nay, three times that length of time will be required
to accomplish the passage.
At best, however, our provisions, even though used with the greatest
care, will barely last three months. Curtis has called us into
consultation, and as the working of the raft does not require such
labour as to exhaust our physical strength, all have agreed to submit
to a regimen which, although it will suffice to keep us alive, will
certainly not fully satisfy the cravings of hunger and thirst.
As far as we can estimate, we have somewhere about 500 lbs. of meat and
about the same quantity of biscuit. To make this last for three months
we ought not to consume very much more than 5 lbs. a day of each, which,
when divided among eighteen people, will make the daily ration 5 oz. of
meat and 5 oz. of biscuit for each person. Of water we have certainly
not more than 200 gallons, but by reducing each person’s allowance to
a pint a day, we hope to eke out that, too, over the space of three
months.
It is arranged that the food shall be distributed under the boatswain’s
superintendence every morning at ten o’clock. Each person will then
receive his allowance of meat and biscuit, which may be eaten when and
how he pleases. The water will be given out twice a day--at ten in the
morning and six in the evening; but as the only drinking-vessels in our
possession are the tea-kettle and the old Irishman’s tin pot, the water
has to be consumed immediately on distribution. As for the brandy,
of which there are only five gallons, it will be doled out with the
strictest limitation, and no one will be allowed to touch it except with
the captain’s express permission.
I should not forget that there are two sources from which we may hope to
increase our store. First, any rain that may fall will add to our supply
of water, and two empty barrels have been placed ready to receive it;
secondly, we hope to do something in the way of fishing, and the sailors
have already begun to prepare some lines.
All have mutually agreed to abide by the rules that have been laid down,
for all are fully aware that by nothing but the most precise regimen can
we hope to avert the horrors of famine, and forewarned by the fate,
of many who in similar circumstances have miserably perished, we are
determined to do all that prudence can suggest for husbanding our
stores.
CHAPTER XXXII.
DECEMBER 8th to 17th.--When night came we wrapped ourselves in our
sails. For my own part, worn out with the fatigue of the long watch in
the top-mast, I slept for several hours; M. Letourneur and Andre did
the same, and Miss Herbey obtained sufficient rest to relieve the tired
expression that her countenance had lately been wearing. The night
passed quietly. As the raft was not very heavily laden the waves did not
break over it at all, and we were consequently able to keep ourselves
perfectly dry. To say the truth, it was far better for us that the sea
should remain somewhat boisterous, for any diminution in the swell of
the waves would indicate that; the wind had dropped, and it was with a
feeling of regret that when the morning came I had to note down “weather
calm” in my journal.
In these low latitudes the heat in the day-time is so intense, and
the sun burns with such an incessant glare, that the entire atmosphere
becomes pervaded with a glowing vapour. The wind, too, blows only in
fitful gusts and through long intervals of perfect calm the sails flap
idly and uselessly against the mast. Curtis and the boatswain, however,
are of opinion that we are not entirely dependent on the wind. Certain
indications, which a sailor’s eye alone could detect, make them almost
sure that we are being carried along by a westerly current, that flows
at the rate of three or four miles an hour. If they are not mistaken,
this is a circumstance that may materially assist our progress, and
at which we can hardly fail to rejoice, for the high temperature often
makes our scanty allowance of water quite inadequate to allay our
thirst.
But with all our hardships I must confess that our condition is
far preferable to what it was when we were still clinging to the
“Chancellor.” Here at least we have a comparatively solid platform
beneath our feet, and we are relieved from the incessant dread of being
carried down with a foundering vessel. In the day-time we can move about
with a certain amount of freedom, discuss the weather, watch the sea,
and examine our fishing-lines; whilst at night we can rest securely
under the shelter of our sails.
“I really think, Mr. Kazallon,” said Andre Letourneur to me a few
days after we had embarked, “that our time on board the raft passes as
pleasantly as it did upon Ham Rock; and the raft has one advantage even
over the reef, for it is capable of motion.”
“Yes, Andre,” replied, “as long as the wind continues favourable the
raft has decidedly the advantage; but supposing the wind shifts, what
then?”
“Oh, we mustn’t think about that,” he said; “let us keep up our courage
while we can.”
I felt that he was right, and that the dangers we had escaped should
make us more hopeful for the future; and I think that nearly all of us
are inclined to share his opinion.
Whether the captain is equally sanguine I am unable to say. He holds
himself very much aloof, and as he evidently feels that he has the great
responsibility of saving other lives than his own, we are reluctant to
disturb his silent meditations.
Such of the crew as are not on watch spend the greater portion of their
time in dozing on the fore part of the raft. The aft, by the captain’s
orders, has been reserved for the use of us passengers, and by erecting
some uprights we have contrived to make a sort of tent, which affords
some shelter from the burning sun. On the whole our bill of health is
tolerably satisfactory. Lieutenant Walter is the only invalid, and he,
in spite of all our careful nursing, seems to get weaker every day.
Andre Letourneur is the life of our party, and I have never appreciated
the young man so well. His originality of perception makes his
conversation both lively and entertaining and as he talks, his wan
and suffering countenance lights up with an intelligent animation. His
father seems to become more devoted to him than ever, and I have seen
him sit for an hour at a time, with his hand resting on his son’s,
listening eagerly to his every word.
Miss Herbey occasionally joins in our conversation, but although we all
do our best to make her forget that she has lost those who should have
been her natural protectors, M. Letourneur is the only one amongst us to
whom she speaks without a certain reserve. To him, whose age gives him
something of the authority of a father, she has told the history of her
life--a life of patience and self-denial such as not unfrequently falls
to the lot of orphans. She had been, she said, two years with Mrs.
Kear, and although now left alone in the world, homeless and without
resources, hope for the future does not fail her. The young lady’s
modest deportment and energy of character command the respect of all
on board, and I do not think that even the coarsest of the sailors has
either by word or gesture acted towards her in a way that she could deem
offensive.
The 12th, 13th, and 14th of December passed away without any change in
our condition. The wind continued to blow in irregular gusts, but always
in the same direction, and the helm, or rather the paddle at the back of
the raft has never once required shifting; and the watch, who are posted
on the fore, under orders to examine the sea with the most scrupulous
attention, have had no change of any kind to report.
At the end of a week we found ourselves growing accustomed to our
limited diet, and as we had no manual exertion, and no wear and tear
of our physical constitution, we managed very well. Our greatest
deprivation was the short supply of water, for, as I said before, the
unmitigated heat made our thirst at times very painful.
On the 15th we held high festival. A shoal of fish, of the sparus tribe,
swarmed round the raft, and although our tackle consisted merely of long
cords baited with morsels of dried meat stuck upon bent nails, the fish
were so voracious that in the course of a couple of days we had caught
as many as weighed almost 200lbs., some of which were grilled, and
others boiled in sea-water over a fire made on the fore part of the
raft. This marvelous haul was doubly welcome, inasmuch as it not only
afforded us a change of diet, but enabled us to economize our stores; if
only some rain had fallen at the same time we should have been more than
satisfied.
Unfortunately the shoal of fish did not remain long in our vicinity. On
the 17th they all disappeared, and some sharks, not less than twelve or
fifteen feet long, belonging to the species of spotted dog-fish, took
their place. These horrible creatures have black backs and fins, covered
with white spots and stripes. Here, on our low raft, we seem almost on
a level with them, and more than once their tails have struck the spars
with terrible violence. The sailors manage to keep them at a distance
by means of handspikes, but I shall not be surprised if they persist in
following us, instinctively intelligent that we are destined to become
their prey. For myself, I confess that they give me a feeling of
uneasiness; they seem to me like monsters of ill-omen.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
DECEMBER 18th to 20th.--On the 18th the wind freshened a little, but as
it blew from the same favourable quarter we did not complain, and only
took the precaution of putting an extra support to the mast, so that it
should not snap with the tension of the sail. This done, the raft was
carried along with something more than its ordinary speed, and left a
long line of foam in its wake.
In the afternoon the sky became slightly overclouded, and the heat
consequently somewhat less oppressive. The swell made it more difficult
for the raft to keep its balance, and we shipped two or three heavy
seas; but the carpenter managed to make with some planks a kind of wall
about a couple of feet high, which protected us from the direct action
of the waves. Our casks of food and water were secured to the raft
with double ropes, for we dared not run the risk of their being carried
overboard, an accident that would at once have reduced us to the direst
distress.
In the course of the day the sailors gathered some of the marine plants
known by the name of sargassos, very similar to those we saw in such
profusion between the Bermudas and Ham Rock. I advised my companions to
chew the laminary tangles, which they would find contained a saccharine
juice, affording considerable relief to their parched lips and throats.
The remainder of the day passed without incident. I should not, however,
omit to mention that the frequent conferences held amongst the sailors,
especially between Owen, Burke, Flaypole, Wilson, and Jynxstrop, the
negro, aroused some uneasy suspicions in my mind. What was the subject
of their conversation I could not discover, for they became silent
immediately that a passenger or one of the officers approached them.
When I mentioned the matter to Curtis I found he had already noticed
these secret interviews, and that they had given him enough concern to
make him determined to keep a strict eye upon Jynxstrop and Owen, who,
rascals as they were themselves, were evidently trying to disaffect
their mates.
On the 19th the heat was again excessive. The sky was cloudless, and as
there was not enough wind to fill the sail the raft lay motionless
upon the surface of the water. Some of the sailors found a transient
alleviation for their thirst by plunging into the sea, but as we were
fully aware that the water all round was infested with sharks, none of
us was rash enough to follow their example, though if, as seems likely,
we remain long becalmed, we shall probably in time overcome our fears,
and feel constrained to indulge ourselves with a bath.
The health of Lieutenant Walter continues to cause us grave anxiety, the
young man being weakened by attacks of intermittent fever. Except for
the loss of the medicine-chest we might have temporarily reduced this by
quinine; but it is only too evident that the poor fellow is consumptive,
and that that hopeless malady is making ravages upon him that no
medicine could permanently arrest. His sharp dry cough, his short
breathing, his profuse perspirations, more especially in the morning;
the pinched-in nose, the hollow cheeks, of which the general pallour is
only relieved by a hectic flush, the contracted lips, the too brilliant
eye and wasted form--all bear witness to a slow but sure decay.
To-day, the 20th, the temperature is as high as ever, and the raft still
motionless. The rays of the sun penetrate even through the shelter of
our tent, where we sit literally gasping with the heat. The impatience
with which we awaited the moment when the boatswain should dole out our
meagre allowance of water, and the eagerness with which those lukewarm
drops were swallowed, can only be realized by those who for themselves
have endured the agonies of thirst.
Lieutenant Walter suffers more than any of us from the scarcity of
water, and I noticed that Miss Herbey reserved almost the whole of her
own share for his use. Kind and compassionate as ever, the young girl
does all that lies in her power to relieve the poor fellow’s sufferings.
“Mr. Kazallon,” she said to me this morning, “that young man gets
manifestly weaker every day.”
“Yes, Miss Herbey,” I replied, “and how sorrowful it is that we can do
nothing for him, absolutely nothing.”
“Hush!” she said, with her wonted consideration, “perhaps he will hear
what we are saying.”
And then she sat down near the edge of the raft, where, with her head
resting on her hands, she remained lost in thought.
An incident sufficiently unpleasant occurred to-day. For nearly an
hour Owen, Flaypole, Burke, and Jynxstrop had been engaged in close
conversation and, although their voices were low, their gestures had
betrayed that they were animated by some strong excitement. At the
conclusion of the colloquy Owen got up and walked deliberately to
the quarter of the raft that has been reserved for the use of the
passengers.
“Where are you off to now, Owen?” said the boatswain.
“That’s my business,” said the man insolently, and pursued his course.
The boatswain was about to stop him, but before he could interfere
Curtis was standing and looking Owen steadily in the face.
“Ah, captain, I’ve got a word from my mates to say to you,” he said,
with all the effrontery imaginable.
“Say on, then,” said the captain coolly.
“We should like to know about that little keg of brandy. Is it being
kept for the porpoises or the officers?”
Finding that he obtained no reply, he went on,--
“Look here, captain, what we want is to have our grog served out every
morning as usual.”
“Then you certainly will not,” said the captain.
“What! what!” exclaimed Owen, “don’t you mean to let us have our grog?”
“Once and for all, no.”
For a moment, with a malicious grin upon his lips, Owen stood
confronting the captain; then, as though thinking better of himself,
he turned round and rejoined his companions, who were still talking
together in an undertone.
When I was afterwards discussing the matter with Curtis I asked him
whether he was sure he had done right in refusing the brandy.
“Right!” he cried, “to be sure I have. Allow those men to have brandy! I
would throw it all overboard first.”
CHAPTER XXXIV.
DECEMBER 21st.--No further disturbance has taken place amongst the men.
For a few hours the fish appeared again, and we caught a great many
of them, and stored them away in an empty barrel. This addition to our
stock of provisions makes us hope that food, at least, will not fail us.
Usually the nights in the tropics are cool, but to-day, as evening drew
on, the wonted freshness did not return, but the air remained stifling
and oppressive, whilst heavy masses of vapour hung over the water.
There was no moonlight; there would be a new moon at half-past one in
the morning, but the night was singularly dark, except for dazzling
flashes of summer lightning that from time to time illumined the horizon
far and wide. There was, however, no answering roll of thunder, and the
silence of the atmosphere seemed almost awful, For a couple of hours,
in the vain hope of catching a breath of air, Miss Herbey, Andre
Letourneur, and I, sat watching the imposing struggle of the electric
vapours. The clouds appeared like embattled turrets crested with flame,
and the very sailors, coarse-minded men as they were, seemed struck with
the grandeur of the spectacle, and regarded attentively, though with an
anxious eye, the preliminary tokens of a coming storm. Until midnight we
kept our seats upon the stern of the raft, whilst the lightning ever and
again shed around us a livid glare similar to that produced by adding
salt to lighted alcohol.
“Are you afraid of a storm, Miss Herbey?” said Andre to the girl.
“No, Mr. Andre, my feelings are always rather those of awe than of
fear,” she replied. “I consider a storm one of the sublimest phenomena
that we can behold--don’t you think so too?”
“Yes, and especially when the thunder is pealing,” he said; “that
majestic rolling, far different to the sharp crash of artillery, rises
and falls like the long-drawn notes of the grandest music, and I can
safely say that the tones of the most accomplished ARTISTE have never
moved me like that incomparable voice of nature.”
“Rather a deep bass, though,” I said, laughing.
“That may be,” he answered; “but I wish we might hear it now, for this
silent lightning is somewhat unexpressive.”
“Never mind that, Andre” I said; “enjoy a storm when it comes, if you
like, but pray don’t wish for it.”
“And why not?” said he; “a storm will bring us wind, you know.”
“And water, too,” added Miss Herbey, “the water of which we are so
seriously in need.”
The young people evidently wished to regard the storm from their own
point of view, and although I could have opposed plenty of common sense
to their poetical sentiments, I said no more, but let them talk on as
they pleased for fully an hour.
Meantime the sky was becoming quite overclouded, and after the zodiacal
constellations had disappeared in the mists that hung round the horizon,
one by one the stars above our heads were veiled in dark rolling
masses of vapour, from which every instant there issued forth sheets of
electricity that formed a vivid background to the dark grey fragments of
cloud that floated beneath.
As the reservoir of electricity was confined to the higher strata of the
atmosphere, the lightning was still unaccompanied by thunder; but the
dryness of the air made it a weak conductor. Evidently the fluid could
only escape by terrible shocks, and the storm must ere long burst forth
with fearful violence.
This was the opinion of Curtis and the boatswain. The boatswain is only
weather-wise from his experience as a sailor; but Curtis, in addition to
his experience, has some scientific knowledge, and he pointed out to me
an appearance in the sky known to meteorologists as a “cloud-ring,”
and scarcely ever seen beyond the regions of the torrid zone, which are
impregnated by damp vapours brought from all quarters of the ocean by
the action of the trade-winds.
“Yes, Mr. Kazallon,” said Curtis, “our raft has been driven into the
region of storms, of which it has been justly remarked that any one
endowed with very sensitive organs can at any moment distinguish the
growlings of thunder.”
“Hark!” I said, as I strained my ears to listen, “I think I can hear it
now.”
“You can,” he answered; “yet what you hear is but the first warning of
the storm which, in a couple of hours, will burst upon us with all its
fury. But never mind, we must be ready for it.”
Sleep, even if we wished it, would have been impossible in that stifling
temperature. The lightning increased in brilliancy, and appeared from
all quarters of the horizon, each flash covering large arcs, varying
from 100deg. to 150deg., leaving the atmosphere pervaded by one
incessant phosphorescent glow.
The thunder became at length more and more distinct, the reports, if I
may use the expression, being “round,” rather than rolling. It seemed
almost as though the sky were padded with heavy clouds of which the
elasticity muffled the sound of the electric bursts.
Hitherto, the sea had been calm, almost stagnant as a pond. Now,
however, long undulations took place, which the sailors recognized, all
too well, as being the rebound produced by a distant tempest. A ship, in
such a case, would have been instantly brought ahull, but no manoeuvring
could be applied to our raft, which could only drift before the blast.
At one o’clock in the morning one vivid flash, followed, after the
interval of a few seconds, by a loud report of thunder, announced that
the storm was rapidly approaching. Suddenly the horizon was enveloped in
a vapourous fog, and seemed to contract until it was close around us. At
the same instant the voice of one of the sailors was heard shouting,--
“A squall! a squall!”
CHAPTER XXXV.
DECEMBER 21st, NIGHT.--The boatswain rushed to the halliards that
supported the sail, and instantly lowered the yard; and not a moment too
soon, for with the speed of an arrow the squall was upon us, and if
it had not been for the sailor’s timely warning we must all have been
knocked down and probably precipitated into the sea; as it was, our tent
on the back of the raft was carried away.
The raft itself, however, being so nearly level with the water, had
little peril to encounter from the actual wind; but from the mighty
waves now raised by the hurricane we had everything to dread. At first
the waves had been crushed and flattened as it were by the pressure of
the air, but now, as though strengthened by the reaction, they rose with
the utmost fury. The raft followed the motions of the increasing swell,
and was tossed up and down, to and fro, and from side to side with the
most violent oscillations “Lash yourselves tight,” cried the boatswain,
as he threw us some ropes; and in a few moments, with Curtis’s
assistance, M. Letourneur, Andre, Falsten, and myself were fastened so
firmly to the raft, that nothing but its total disruption could carry us
away. Miss Herbey was bound by a rope passed round her waist to one
of the uprights that had supported our tent, and by the glare of the
lightning I could see that her countenance was as serene and composed as
ever.
Then the storm began to rage indeed. Flash followed flash, peal followed
peal in quick succession. Our eyes were blinded, our ears deafened, with
the roar and glare. The clouds above, the ocean beneath, seemed verily
to have taken fire, and several times I saw forked lightnings dart
upwards from the crest of the waves, and mingle with those that radiated
from the fiery vault above. A strong odour of sulphur pervaded the air,
but though thunderbolts fell thick around us, not one had touched our
raft.
By two o’clock the storm had reached its height. The hurricane had
increased, and the heavy waves, heated to a strange heat by the general
temperature, dashed over us until we were drenched to the skin. Curtis,
Dowlas, the boatswain, and the sailors did what they could to strengthen
the raft with additional ropes. M. Letourneur placed himself in front
of Andre to shelter him from the waves. Miss Herbey stood upright and
motionless as a statue.
Soon dense masses of lurid clouds came rolling up, and a crackling, like
the rattle of musketry, resounded through the air. This was produced by
a series of electrical concussions, in which volleys of hailstones were
discharged from the cloud-batteries above. In fact, as the storm-sheet
came in contact with a current of cold air, hail was formed with great
rapidity, and hailstones, large as nuts, came pelting down, making the
platform of the raft re-echo with a metallic ring.
For about half an hour the meteoric shower continued to descend, and
during that time the wind slightly abated in violence; but after having
shifted from quarter to quarter, it once more blew with all its former
fury. The shrouds were broken, but happily the mast, already bending
almost double, was removed by the men from its socket before it should
be snapped short off. One gust caught away the tiller, which went adrift
beyond all power of recovery, and the same blast blew down several of
the planks that formed the low parapet on the larboard side, so that the
waves dashed in without hindrance through the breach.
The carpenter and his mates tried to repair the damage, but, tossed from
wave to wave, the raft was inclined to an angle of more than forty-five
degrees, making it impossible for them to keep their footing, and
rolling one over another, they were thrown down by the violent shocks.
Why they were not altogether carried away, why we were not all hurled
into the sea, was to me a mystery. Even if the cords that bound us
should retain their hold, it seemed perfectly incredible that the raft
itself should not be overturned, so that we should be carried down and
stifled in the seething waters.
At last, towards three in the morning, when the hurricane seemed to be
raging more fiercely than ever, the raft, caught up on the crest of
an enormous wave, stood literally perpendicularly on its edge. For
an instant, by the illumination of the lightning, we beheld ourselves
raised to an incomprehensible height above the foaming breakers. Cries
of terror escaped our lips. All must be over now! But no; another
moment, and the raft had resumed its horizontal position. Safe, indeed,
we were, but the tremendous upheaval was not without its melancholy
consequences. The cords that secured the cases of provisions had
burst asunder. One case rolled overboard, and the side of one of the
water-barrels was staved in, so that the water which it contained was
rapidly escaping. Two of the sailors rushed forward to rescue the case
of preserved meat; but one of them caught his foot between the planks
of the platform, and, unable to disengage it, the poor fellow stood
uttering-cries of distress.
I tried to go to his assistance, and had already untied the cord that
was round me; but I was too late. Another heavy sea dashed over us, and
by the light of a dazzling flash I saw the unhappy man, although he
had managed without assistance to disengage his foot, washed overboard
before it was in my power to get near him. His companion had also
disappeared.
The same ponderous wave laid me prostrate on the platform, and as my
head came in collision with the corner of a spar, for a time I lost all
consciousness.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
DECEMBER 22nd.--Daylight came at length, and the sun broke through and
dispersed the clouds that the storm had left behind. The struggle of the
elements, while it lasted, had been terrific, but the swoon into which
I was thrown by my fall, prevented me from observing the final incidents
of the visitation. All that I know is, that shortly after we had shipped
the heavy sea that I have mentioned, a shower of rain had the effect
of calming the severity of the hurricane, and tended to diminish the
electric tension of the atmosphere.
Thanks to the kind care of M. Letourneur and Miss Herbey, I recovered
consciousness, but I believe that it is to Robert Curtis that I owe my
real deliverance, for he it was that prevented me from being carried
away by a second heavy wave.
The tempest, fierce as it was, did not last more than a few hours;
but even in that short space of time what an irreparable loss we have
sustained, and what a load of misery seems stored up for us in the
future!
Of the two sailors who perished in the storm, one was Austin, a fine
active young man of about eight-and-twenty; the other was old O’Ready,
the survivor of so many ship wrecks. Our party is thus reduced to
sixteen souls, leaving a total barely exceeding half the number of those
who embarked on board the “Chancellor” at Charleston.
Curtis’s first care had been to take a strict account of the remnant of
our provisions. Of all the torrents of rain that fell in the night we
were unhappily unable to catch a single drop; but water will not fail us
yet, for about fourteen gallons still remain in the bottom of the broken
barrel, whilst the second barrel has not yet been touched. But of food
we have next to nothing. The cases containing the dried meat, and the
fish that we had preserved, have both been washed away, and all that now
remains to us is about sixty pounds of biscuit. Sixty pounds of biscuit
between sixteen persons! Eight days, with half a pound a day apiece,
will consume it all.
The day has passed away in silence. A general depression has fallen
upon all: the spectre of famine has appeared amongst us, and each
has remained wrapped in his own gloomy meditations, though each has
doubtless but one idea dominant in his mind.
Once, as I passed near the group of sailors lying on the fore part of
the raft, I heard Flaypole say with a sneer,--
“Those who are going to die had better make haste about it.”
“Yes,” said Owen, “leave their share of food to others.”
At the regular hour each person received his half-pound of biscuit.
Some, I noticed, swallowed it ravenously, others reserved it for another
time. Falsten divided his ration into several portions, corresponding,
I believe, to the number of meals to which he was ordinarily accustomed.
What prudence he shows! If any one survives this misery, I think it will
be he.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
DECEMBER 23rd to 30th--After the storm the wind settled back into its
old quarter, blowing pretty briskly from the north-east. As the breeze
was all in our favour it was important to make the most of it, and
after Dowlas had carefully readjusted the mast, the sail was once more
hoisted, and we were carried along at the rate of two or two and a half
knots an hour. A new rudder, formed of a spar and a good-sized plank,
has been fitted in the place of the one we lost, but with the wind in
its present quarter it is in little requisition. The platform of the
raft has been repaired, the disjointed planks have been closed by means
of ropes and wedges, and that portion of the parapet that was washed
away has been replaced, so that we are no longer wetted by the waves. In
fact, nothing has been left undone to insure the solidity of our raft,
and to render it capable of resisting the wear and tear of the wind and
waves. But the dangers of wind and waves are not those which we have
most to dread.
Together with the unclouded sky came a return of the tropical
heat, which during the preceding days had caused us such serious
inconvenience; fortunately on the 23rd the excessive warmth was somewhat
tempered by the breeze, and as the tent was once again put up, we were
able to find shelter under it by turns.
But the want of food was beginning to tell upon us sadly, and our sunken
cheeks and wasted forms were visible tokens of what we were enduring.
With most of us hunger seemed to attack the entire nervous system, and
the constriction of the stomach produced an acute sensation of pain. A
narcotic, such as opium or tobacco, might have availed to soothe, if not
to cure, the gnawing agony; but of sedatives we had none, so the pain
must be endured.
One alone there was amongst us who did not feel the pangs of hunger.
Lieutenant Walter seemed as it were to feed upon the fever that raged
within him; but then he was the victim of the most torturing thirst,
Miss Herbey, besides reserving for him a portion of her own insufficient
allowance, obtained from the captain a small extra supply of water, with
which every quarter of an hour she moistened the parched lips of the
young man, who almost too weak to speak, could only express his thanks
by a grateful smile. Poor fellow! all our care cannot avail to save him
now; he is doomed, most surely doomed to die.
On the 23rd he seemed to be conscious of his condition, for he made
a sign to me to sit down by his side, and then summoning up all his
strength to speak, he asked me in a few broken words how long I
thought he had to live? Slight as my hesitation was, Walter noticed it
immediately.
“The truth,” he said; “tell me the plain truth.”
“My dear fellow, I am not a doctor, you know,” I began, “and I can
scarcely judge--”
“Never mind,” he interrupted, “tell me just what you think.”
I looked at him attentively for some moments, then laid my ear against
his chest. In the last few days his malady had made fearfully rapid
strides, and it was only too evident that one lung had already ceased
to act, whilst the other was scarcely capable of performing the work of
respiration. The young man was now suffering from the fever which is the
sure symptom of the approaching end in all tuberculous complaints.
The lieutenant kept his eye fixed upon me with a look of eager inquiry.
I knew not what to say, and sought to evade his question.
“My dear boy,” I said, “in our present circumstances not one of us can
tell how long he has to live. Not one of us knows what may happen in the
course of the next eight days.”
“The next eight days,” he murmured, as he looked eagerly into my face.
And then, turning away his head, he seemed to fall into a sort of doze.
The 24th, 25th, and 26th passed without any alteration in our
circumstances, and strange, nay, incredible as it may sound, we began to
get accustomed to our condition of starvation. Often, when reading the
histories of shipwrecks, I have suspected the accounts to be greatly
exaggerated; but now I fully realize their truth, and marvel when I find
on how little nutriment it is possible to exist for so long a time. To
our daily half-pound of biscuit the captain has thought to add a few
drops of brandy, and the stimulant helps considerably to sustain our
strength. If we had the same provisions for two months, or even for one,
there might be room for hope; but our supplies diminish rapidly, and the
time is fast approaching when of food and drink there will be none.
The sea had furnished us with food once, and, difficult as the task of
fishing had now become, at all hazards the attempt must be made again.
Accordingly the carpenter and the boatswain set to work and made lines
out of some untwisted hemp, to which they fixed some nails that they
pulled out of the flooring of the raft, and bent into proper shape. The
boatswain regarded his device with evident satisfaction.
“I don’t mean to say,” said he to me, “that these nails are first-rate
fish-hooks; but one thing I do know, and that is, with proper bait they
will act as well as the best. But this biscuit is no good at all. Let me
but just get hold of one fish, and I shall know fast enough how to use
it to catch some more.”
And the true difficulty was how to catch the first fish. It was evident
that fish were not abundant in these waters, nevertheless the lines were
cast. But the biscuit with which they were baited dissolved at once in
the water, and we did not get a single bite. For two days the attempt
was made in vain, and as it only involved what seemed a lavish waste of
our only means of subsistence, it was given up in despair.
To-day, the 30th, as a last resource, the boatswain tried what a piece
of coloured rag might do by way of attracting some voracious fish, and
having obtained from Miss Herbey a little piece of the red shawl she
wears, he fastened it to his hook. But still no success; for when,
after several hours, he examined his lines, the crimson shred was still
hanging intact as he had fixed it. The man was quite discouraged at his
failure.
“But there will be plenty of bait before long,” he said to me in a
solemn undertone.
“What do you mean?” said I, struck by his significant manner.
“You’ll know soon enough,” he answered.
What did he insinuate? The words, coming from a man usually so reserved,
have haunted me all night.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
JANUARY 1st to 5th.--More than three months had elapsed since we left
Charleston in the “Chancellor,” and for no less than twenty days had
we now been borne along on our raft at the mercy of the wind and waves.
Whether we were approaching the American coast, or whether we were
drifting farther and farther to sea, it was now impossible to determine,
for, in addition to the other disasters caused by the hurricane, the
captain’s instruments had been hopelessly smashed, and Curtis had no
longer any compass by which to direct his course, nor a sextant by which
he might make an observation.
Desperate, however, as our condition might be judged, hope did not
entirely abandon our hearts, and day after day, hour after hour were
our eyes strained towards the horizon, and many and many a time did our
imagination shape out the distant land. But ever and again the illusion
vanished; a cloud, a mist, perhaps even a wave, was all that had
deceived us; no land, no sail ever broke the grey line that united sea
and sky, and our raft remained the centre of the wide and dreary waste.
On the 1st of January we swallowed our last morsel of biscuit. The
1st of January! New Year’s Day! What a rush of sorrowful recollections
overwhelmed our minds! Had we not always associated the opening of
another year with new hopes, new plans, and coming joys? And now, where
were we? Could we dare to look at one another, and breathe a new year’s
greeting?
The boatswain approached me with a peculiar look on his countenance.
“You are surely not going to wish me a happy new year?” I said.
“No indeed, sir,” he replied, “I was only going to wish you well through
the first day of it; and that is pretty good assurance on my part, for
we have not another crumb to eat.”
True as it was, we scarcely realized the fact of there being actually
nothing until on the following morning the hour came round for the
distribution of the scanty ration, and then, indeed, the truth was
forced upon us in a new and startling light. Towards evening I was
seized with violent pains in the stomach, accompanied by a constant
desire to yawn and gape that was most distressing; but in a couple of
hours the extreme agony passed away, and on the 3rd I was surprised to
find that I did not suffer more. I felt, it is true, that there was some
great void within myself, but the sensation was quite as much moral
as physical. My head was so heavy that I could not hold it up; it was
swimming with giddiness, as though I were looking over a precipice.
My symptoms were not shared by all my companions, some of whom endured
the most frightful tortures. Dowlas and the boatswain especially, who
were naturally large eaters, uttered involuntary cries of agony,
and were obliged to gird themselves tightly with ropes to subdue the
excruciating pain that was gnawing their very vitals.
And this was only the second day of our misery! what would we not have
given for half, nay, for a quarter of the meagre ration which a few days
back we had deemed so inadequate to supply our wants, and which now,
eked out crumb by crumb, might, perhaps, serve for several days? In the
streets of a besieged city, dire as the distress may be, some gutter,
some rubbish-heap, some corner may yet be found that will furnish a
dry bone or a scrap of refuse that may for a moment allay the pangs
of hunger; but these bare planks, so many times washed clean by the
relentless waves, offer nothing to our eager search, and after every
fragment of food that the wind carried into their interstices has been
scraped out devoured, our resources are literally at an end.
The nights seem even longer than the days. Sleep, when it comes, brings
no relief; it is rather a feverish stupour, broken and disturbed by
frightful nightmares. Last night, however, overcome by fatigue, I
managed to rest for several hours.
At six o’clock this morning I was roused by the sound of angry voices,
and, starting up, I saw Owen and Jynxstrop, with Flaypole, Wilson,
Burke, and Sandon, standing in a threatening attitude. They had taken
possession of the carpenter’s tools, and now, armed with hatchets,
chisels, and hammers, they were preparing to attack the captain, the
boatswain, and Dowlas. I attached myself in a moment to Curtis’s party.
Falsten followed my example, and although our knives were the only
weapons at our disposal, we were ready to defend ourselves to the very
last extremity.
Owen and his men advanced towards us. The miserable wretches were
all drunk, for during the night they had knocked a hole in the
brandy-barrel, and had recklessly swallowed its contents. What they
wanted they scarcely seemed to know, but Owen and Jynxstrop, not quite
so much intoxicated as the rest; seemed to be urging them on to massacre
the captain and the officers.
“Down with the captain! Overboard with Curtis! Owen shall take the
command!” they shouted from time to time in their drunken fury; and,
armed as they were, they appeared completely masters of the situation.
“Now, then, down with your arms!” said Curtis sternly, as he advanced to
meet them.
“Overboard with the captain!” howled Owen, as by word and gesture he
urged on his accomplices.
Curtis’ pushed aside the excited rascals, and, walking straight up to
Owen, asked him what he wanted.
“What do we want? Why, we want no more captains; we are all equals now.”
Poor stupid fool! as though misery and privation had not already reduced
us all to the same level.
“Owen,” said the captain once, again, “down with your arms!”
“Come on, all of you,” shouted Owen to his companions, without giving
the slightest heed to Curtis’s words.
A regular struggle ensued. Owen and Wilson attacked Curtis, who defended
himself with a piece of a spar; Burke and Flaypole rushed upon Falsten
and the boatswain, whilst I was left to confront the negro Jynxstrop, who
attempted to strike me with the hammer which he brandished in his hand.
I endeavoured to paralyze his movements by pinioning his arms, but the
rascal was my superior in muscular strength. After wrestling for a few
moments, I felt that he was getting the mastery over me when all of a
sudden he rolled over on to the platform, dragging me with him. Andre
Letourneur had caught hold of one of his legs, and thus saved my life.
Jynxstrop dropped his weapon in his fall; I seized it instantly, and
was about to cleave the fellow’s skull, when I was myself arrested by
Andre’s hand upon my arm.
By this time the mutineers had been driven back to the forepart of the
raft, and Curtis, who had managed to parry the blows which had been
aimed at him, had caught hold of a hatchet, with which he was preparing
to strike at Owen. But Owen made a sidelong movement to avoid the blow,
and the weapon caught Wilson full in the chest. The unfortunate man
rolled over the side of the raft and instantly disappeared.
“Save him! save him!” shouted the boatswain.
“It’s too late; he’s dead!” said Dowlas.
“Ah, well! he’ll do for--” began the boatswain; but he did not finish
his sentence.
Wilson’s death, however, put an end to the fray. Flaypole and Burke were
lying prostrate in a drunken stupour, and Jynxstrop was soon overpowered,
and lashed tightly to the foot of the mast. The carpenter and the
boatswain seized hold of Owen.
“Now then,” said Curtis, as he raised his blood-stained hatchet, “make
your peace with God, for you have not a moment to live.”
“Oh, you want to eat me, do you?” sneered Owen, with the most hardened
effrontery.
But the audacious reply saved his life; Curtis turned as pale as death,
the hatchet dropped from his hand, and he went and seated himself
moodily on the farthest corner of the raft.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
JANUARY 5th and 6th.--The whole scene made a deep impression on our
minds, and Owen’s speech coming as a sort of climax, brought before us
our misery with a force that was well-nigh overwhelming.
As soon as I recovered my composure, I did not forget to thank Andre
Letourneur for the act of intervention that had saved my life.
“Do you thank me for that; Mr. Kazallon?” he said; “it has only served
to prolong your misery.”
“Never mind, M. Letourneur,” said Miss Herbey; “you did your duty.”
Enfeebled and emaciated as the young girl is, her sense of duty never
deserts her, and although her torn and bedraggled garments float
dejectedly about her body, she never utters a word of complaint, and
never loses courage.
“Mr. Kazallon,” she said to me, “do you think we are fated to die of
hunger?”
“Yes; Miss Herbey, I do,” I replied in a hard, cold tone.
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