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Arthur Pearson, Ltd. - Henrietta Street - 1901 - - - - - Preface - - -Most of the Essays brought together in the present volume have been -published in the _Spectator_, and are here reproduced by the kind -permission of the proprietors of that journal, for which I offer them -my hearty thanks. It may perhaps not be out of place to mention, for -the benefit of any who may wish to know why these Articles have been -published in book form, that the action has been taken in deference -to the wishes of a very large number of friends who, having read the -sketches in the _Spectator_, desired to have them collected in a -permanent and handy shape. - - - - - Contents - - - PAGE - - THE ORPHAN 1 - - A PORPOISE MYTH 21 - - CATS ON BOARD SHIP 28 - - THE OLD EAST INDIAMAN 38 - - THE FLOOR OF THE SEA 45 - - SHAKESPEARE AND THE SEA 52 - - THE SKIPPER OF THE “AMULET” 60 - - AMONG THE ENCHANTED ISLES 71 - - SOCIABLE FISH 79 - - ALLIGATORS AND MAHOGANY 101 - - COUNTRY LIFE ON BOARD SHIP 110 - - “THE WAY OF A SHIP” 169 - - SEA ETIQUETTE 184 - - WAVES 191 - - A BATTLESHIP OF TO-DAY 199 - - NAT’S MONKEY 206 - - BIG GAME AT SEA 218 - - A SEA CHANGE 230 - - LAST VOYAGE OF THE “SARAH JANE” 242 - - SEA-SUPERSTITIONS 254 - - OCEAN WINDS 260 - - THE SEA IN THE NEW TESTAMENT 268 - - THE POLITY OF A BATTLESHIP 276 - - THE PRIVACY OF THE SEA 284 - - THE VOICES OF THE SEA 292 - - THE CALLING OF CAPTAIN RAMIREZ 302 - - MARATHON OF THE SEALS 313 - - OCEAN CURRENTS 319 - - THE UNDYING ROMANCE OF THE SEA 327 - - SAILORS’ PETS 334 - - THE SURVIVORS 341 - - BENEATH THE SURFACE 351 - - BY WAY OF AMENDS 361 - - THE MYSTERY OF THE “SOLANDER” 371 - - OUR AMPHIBIOUS ARMY 381 - - - - - A Sack of Shakings - - - - - THE ORPHAN - - -Shining serenely as some immeasurable mirror beneath the smiling -face of heaven, the solitary ocean lay in unrippled silence. It was -in those placid latitudes south of the line in the Pacific, where -weeks, aye months, often pass without the marginless blue level being -ruffled by any wandering keel. Here, in almost perfect security from -molestation by man, the innumerable denizens of the deep pursue their -never-ending warfare, doubtless enjoying to the full the brimming cup -of life, without a weary moment, and with no dreary anticipations of -an unwanted old age. - -Now it fell on a day that the calm surface of that bright sea was -broken by the sudden upheaval of a compact troop of sperm whales from -the inscrutable depths wherein they had been roaming and recruiting -their gigantic energies upon the abundant molluscs, hideous of mien -and insatiable of maw, that, like creations of a diseased mind, -lurked far below the sunshine. The school consisted of seven cows and -one mighty bull, who was unique in appearance, for instead of being -in colour the unrelieved sepia common to his kind he was curiously -mottled with creamy white, making the immense oblong cube of his -head look like a weather-worn monolith of Siena marble. Easeful -as any Arabian khalif, he lolled supine upon the glittering folds -of his couch, the welcoming wavelets caressing his vast form with -gentlest touch, and murmuring softly as by their united efforts they -rocked him in rhythm with their melodic lullaby. Around him glided -his faithful harem--gentle timid creatures, no one of them a third -of their lord’s huge bulk, but still majestic in their proportions, -being each some forty-five feet in length by thirty in girth. -Unquestionably the monarch of the flood, their great chief accepted -in complacent dignity their unremitting attentions, nor did their -playful gambols stir him in the least from his attitude of complete -repose. - -But while the busy seven were thus disporting themselves in happy -security there suddenly appeared among them a delightful companion -in the shape of a newly-born calf, elegantly dappled like his sire, -the first-born son of the youngest mother in the group. It is -not the habit of the cachalot to show that intense self-effacing -devotion to its young which is evinced by other mammals, especially -whales of the mysticetæ. Nevertheless, as the expectation of this -latest addition to the family had been the reason of their visit -to these quiet latitudes, his coming made a pleasant little ripple -of satisfaction vibrate throughout the group. Even the apparently -impenetrable stolidity of the head of the school was aroused into -some faint tokens of interest in the new-comer, who clung leech-like -to his mother’s side, vigorously draining the enormous convexity -of her bosom of its bounteous flood of milk. So well did he thrive, -that at the end of a week the youngster was able to hold his own -with the school in a race, and competent also to remain under water -quite as long as his mother. Then the stately leader signified to his -dependants that the time was now at hand when they must change their -pleasant quarters. Food was less plentiful than it had been, which -was but natural, remembering the ravages necessarily made by such a -company of monsters. Moreover, a life of continual ease and slothful -luxury such as of late had been theirs was not only favourable to the -growth of a hampering investiture of parasites--barnacles, limpets, -and weed--all over their bodies, but it completely unfitted them for -the stern struggle awaiting them, when in their periodical progress -round the world they should arrive on the borders of the fierce -Antarctic Zone. And besides all these, had they forgotten that they -were liable to meet with man! A sympathetic shudder ran through every -member of the school at that dreaded name, under the influence of -which they all drew closer around their chief, sweeping their broad -flukes restlessly from side to side and breathing inaudibly. - -The outcome of the conference, decided, as human meetings of the kind -are apt to be, by the commanding influence of one master will, was -that on the next day they would depart for the south by easy stages -through the teeming “off-shore” waters of South America. All through -that quiet night the mighty creatures lay almost motionless on the -surface, each the opaque centre of a halo of dazzling emerald light, -an occasional drowsy spout from their capacious lungs sliding through -the primeval stillness like the sigh of some weary Titan. When at -last the steel-blue dome above, with its myriad diamond spangles, -began to throb and glow with tremulous waves of lovely vari-coloured -light flowing before the conquering squadrons of the sun, the -whole troop, in open order about their guide, turned their heads -steadfastly to the south-west, steering an absolutely undeviating -course for their destination by their innate sense of direction -alone. Up sprang the flaming sun, a vast globe of fervent fire that -even at the horizon’s edge seemed to glow with meridian strength. And -right in the centre of his blazing disc appeared three tiny lines, -recognisable even at that distance by the human eye as the masts of -a ship whose hull was as yet below the apparent meeting-place of sea -and sky. This apparition lay fairly in the path of the advancing -whales, who, unhappily for them, possessed but feeble vision, and -that only at its best straight behind them. So on they went in -leisurely fashion, occasionally pausing for a dignified descent in -search of food, followed by an equally stately reappearance and -resumption of their journey. Nearer and nearer they drew to the fatal -area wherein they would become visible to the keen-eyed watchers at -the mast-head of that lonely ship, still in perfect ignorance of any -possible danger being at hand. Suddenly that mysterious sense owned -by them, which is more than hearing, gave warning of approaching -peril. All lay still, though quivering through every sinew of their -huge bodies with the apprehension of unknown enemies, their heads -half raised from the sparkling sea-surface and their fins and flukes -testing the vibrations of the mobile element like the diaphragm of a -phonograph. Even the youngling clung to his mother’s side as if glued -thereto under the influence of a terror that, while it effectually -stilled his sportiveness, gave him no hint of what was coming. At the -instance of the Head all sank silently and stone-like without any -of those preliminary tail-flourishings and arching of the back that -always distinguish the unworried whale from one that has received -alarming news in the curious manner already spoken of. They remained -below so long and went to so great a depth, that all except the huge -leader were quite exhausted when they returned again to the necessary -air, not only from privation of breath, but from the incalculable -pressure of the superincumbent sea. So for a brief space they lay -almost motionless, the valves of their spiracles deeply depressed as -they drew in great volumes of revivifying breath, and their great -frames limply yielding to the heave of the gliding swell. They had -scarcely recovered their normal energy when into their midst rushed -the destroyers, bringing with them the realisation of all those -paralysing fears. First to be attacked was the noble bull, and -once the first bewildering shock and smart had passed he gallantly -maintained the reputation of his giant race. Every device that -sagacity could conceive or fearlessness execute was tried by him, -until the troubled ocean around the combatants was all a-boil, and -its so recently unsullied surface was littered with tangled wreaths -of blood-streaked foam. Whether from affection or for protection -is uncertain, but the rest of the family did not attempt to flee. -All seven of the cows kept close to their lord, often appearing as -if they would shield him with their own bodies from the invisible -death-darts that continually pierced him to the very seat of his vast -vitality. And this attachment proved their own destruction, for their -assailants, hovering around them with the easy mobility of birds, -slew them at their leisure, not even needing to hamper themselves -by harpooning another individual. Instead, they wielded their long -lances upon the unresisting females, leaving the ocean monarch to his -imminent death. So successful were these tactics that before an hour -had flown, while yet the violet tint of departing night lingered on -the western edge of the sea, the last one of those mighty mammals -had groaned out the dregs of her life. Flushed with conquest and -breathless from their great exertions, the victors lolled restfully -back in their boats, while all around them upon the incarnadined -waters the massy bodies of their prey lay gently swaying to the -slumberous roll of the silent swell. - -Meanwhile, throughout that stark battle, what of the youngling’s -fate? By almost a miracle, he had passed without scathe. What manner -of dread convulsion of Nature was in progress he could not know--he -was blind and deaf and almost lifeless with terror. With all that -wide ocean around him he knew not whither to flee from this day of -wrath. Of all those who had been to him so brief a space ago the -living embodiment of invincible might, not one remained to help or -shield him, none but were involved in this cataclysm of blood. His -kindred were cut off from him, he was overlooked by his enemies, and -when he came to himself he was alone. A sudden frantic impulse seized -him, and under its influence he fled, fled as the bee flies, but -without the homing instinct to guide him, southward through the calm -blue silences of that sleeping ocean. On, on, he fled untiring, until -behind him the emerald sheen of his passage through the now starlit -waters broadened into a wide blaze of softest light. Before him lay -the dark, its profound depths just manifested by the occasional -transient gleam of a palpitating medusa or the swift flight of a -terrified shark. When compelled to break the glassy surface for -breath there was a sudden splash, and amid the deep sigh from his -labouring lungs came the musical fall of the sparkling spray. When -morning dawned again on his long objectless flight, unfailing -instinct warned him of his approach to shallower waters, and with -slackening speed he went on, through the tender diffused sunlight of -those dreamy depths, until he came to an enormous submarine forest, -where the trees were fantastic abutments of living coral, the leaves -and fronds of dull-hued fucus or algæ, the blossoms of orchid-like -sea-anemones or zoophytes, and the birds were darting, gliding fish, -whose myriad splendid tints blazed like illuminated jewels. - -Here, surely, he might be at peace and find some solace for his -loneliness, some suitable food to replace that which he had hitherto -always found awaiting him, and now would find nevermore. Moving -gently through the interminably intricate avenues of this submarine -world of stillness and beauty, his small lower jaw hanging down as -usual, he found abundant store of sapid molluscs that glided down -his gaping gullet with a pleasant tickling, and were soon followed -by a soothing sense of hunger satisfied. When he rose to spout he -was in the midst of a weltering turmoil of broken water, where the -majestic swell fretted and roared in wrath around the hindering -peaks of a great reef--a group of islands in the making. Here, at -any rate, he was safe, for no land was in sight whence might come -a band of his hereditary foes, while into that network of jagged -rocks no vessel would ever dare to venture. After a few days of -placid enjoyment of this secure existence he began to feel courage -and independence, although still pining for the companionship -of his kind. Thus he might have gone on for long, but that an -adventure befell him which raised him at once to his rightful -position among the sea-folk. During his rambles through the mazes -and glades of this subaqueous paradise he had once or twice noticed -between two stupendous columns of coral a black space where the -water was apparently of fathomless depth. Curiosity, one of the -strongest influences actuating the animate creation, impelled him to -investigate this chasm, but something, he knew not what, probably -inherited caution, had hitherto held him back. At last, having met -with no creature nearly his own size, and grown bold by reason of -plenteous food, he became venturesome, and made for that gloomy -abyss, bent upon searching its recesses thoroughly. Boldly he swept -between the immense bastions that guarded it, and with a swift upward -thrust of his broad horizontal tail went headlong down, down, down. -Presently he saw amidst the outer darkness a web of palely gleaming -lines incessantly changing their patterns and extending over an area -of a thousand square yards. They centred upon a dull ghastly glare -that was motionless, formless, indescribable. In its midst there -was a blackness deeper, if possible, than that of the surrounding -pit. Suddenly all that writhing entanglement wrapped him round, each -clutching snare fastening upon him with innumerable gnawing mouths -as if to devour him all over at once. With a new and even pleasant -sensation thrilling along his spine the young leviathan hurled -himself forward at that midmost gap, his powerful jaws clashing and -his whole lithe frame upstrung with nervous energy. Right through the -glutinous musky mass of that unthinkable chimæra he hewed his way, -heeding not in the least the wrenching, sucking coils winding about -him, and covering every inch of his body. Absolute silence reigned -as the great fight went on. Its inequality was curiously abnormal. -For while the vast amorphous bulk of the mollusc completely dwarfed -the comparatively puny size of the young cachalot, there was on the -side of the latter all the innate superiority of the vertebrate -carnivorous mammal with warrior instincts transmitted unimpaired -through a thousand generations of ocean royalty. Gradually the -grip of those clinging tentacles relaxed as he felt the succulent -gelatinousness divide, and with a bound he ascended from that -befouled abysmal gloom into the light and loveliness of the upper -air. Behind him trailed sundry long fragments, _disjecta membra_ of -his late antagonist, and upon these, after filling his lungs again -and again with the keen pure air of heaven, he feasted grandly. - -But in spite of the new inspiring sense of conscious might and -ability to do even as his forefathers had done, his loneliness -was heavy upon him. For, like all mammals, the cachalot loves the -fellowship of his kin during the days of his strength; and only when -advancing age renders him unable to hold his own against jealous -rivals, or makes him a laggard in the united chase, does he forsake -the school and wander solitary and morose about the infinite solitude -of his limitless abode. And so, surrounded by the abundant evidences -of his prowess, the young giant meditated, while a hungry host of -sharks, like jackals at the lion’s kill, came prowling up out of the -surrounding silence, and with shrill cries of delight the hovering -bird-folk gathered in myriads to take tithe of his enormous spoil. -Unheeding the accumulating multitudes, who gave _him_ ample room -and verge enough, and full of flesh, he lay almost motionless, when -suddenly that subtle sense which, attuned to the faintest vibrations -of the mobile sea, kept him warned, informed him that some more than -ordinary commotion was in progress not many miles away. Instantly -every sinew set taut, every nerve tingled with receptivity, while, -quivering like some fucus frond in a tide rip, his broad tail swayed -silently to and fro, but so easily as not to stir his body from -its attitude of intense expectation. A gannet swept over him close -down, startling him so that with one fierce lunge of his flukes he -sprang forward twenty yards; but recovering himself he paused again, -though the impetus still bore him noiselessly ahead, the soothing -wash of the waves eddying gently around his blunt bow. Shortly -after, to his unbounded joy, a noble company of his own folk hove -in sight, two score of them in goodliest array. They glided around -him in graceful curves, wonderingly saluting him by touching his -small body with fin, nose, and tail, and puzzled beyond measure as -to how so young a fellow-citizen came to be inhabiting these vast -wastes alone. His tale was soon told, for the whale-people waste no -interchange of ideas, and the company solemnly received him into -their midst as a comrade who had well earned the right to be one of -their band by providing for them so great a feast. Swiftly the spoil -of that gigantic mollusc was rescued from the marauding sharks, -and devoured; and thorough was the subsequent search among those -deep-lying darknesses for any other monsters of the same breed that -might lie brooding in their depths. None were to be found, although -for two days and nights the questing leviathans pursued their keen -investigations. When there remained no longer a cave unfathomed or -a maze unexplored, the leader of the school, a huge black bull of -unrivalled fame, gave the signal for departure, and away they went in -double columns, line ahead, due south, their splendid chief about -a cable’s length in advance. The happy youngster, no longer astray -from his kind, gambolled about the school in unrestrained delight -at the rising tide of life that surged tumultuously through his -vigorous frame. Ah; it was so good to be alive, glorious to speed, -with body bending bow-wise, and broad fan-like flukes spurning the -brilliant waves behind him, ecstasy to exert all the power he felt -in one mad upward rush until out into the sunlight high through the -warm air he sprang, a living embodiment of irresistible force, and -fell with a joyous crash back into the welcoming bosom of his native -deep. The sedate patriarch of the school looked on these youthful -freaks indulgently, until, fired by the sight of his young follower’s -energy, he too put forth all his incredible strength, launching his -hundred tons or so of solid weight clear of the embracing sea, and -returning to it again with a shock as of some Polyphemus-hurled -mountain. - -Thus our orphan grew and waxed great. Together, without mishap of -any kind, these lords of the flood skirted the southern slopes of -the globe. In serene security they ranged the stormy seas from -Kerguelen to Cape Horn, from the Falklands to Table Bay. Up through -the scent-laden straits between Madagascar and Mozambique, loitering -along the burning shores of Zanzibar and Pemba, dallying with the -eddies around the lonely Seychelles and idling away the pleasant -north-east monsoon in the Arabian Sea. By the Bab-el-Mandeb they -entered the Red Sea, their majestic array scaring the nomad fishermen -at their lonely labour along the reef-besprinkled margins thereof, -remote from the straight-ruled track down its centre along which the -unwearied slaves of the West, the great steamships, steadily thrust -their undeviating way. Here, in richest abundance, they found their -favourite food, cuttlefish of many kinds, although none so large as -those haunting the middle depths of the outer ocean. And threading -the deep channels between the reefs great shoals of delicately -flavoured fish, beguiled by the pearly whitenesses of those gaping -throats, rushed fearlessly down them to oblivion. So quiet were -these haunts, so free from even the remotest chance of interference -by man, their only enemy, that they remained for many months, even -penetrating well up the Gulf of Akaba, that sea of sleep whose waters -even now retain the same primitive seclusion they enjoyed when their -shores were the cradle of mankind. - -But now a time was fast approaching when our hero must needs meet -his compeers in battle, if haply he might justify his claim to be -a leader in his turn. For such is the custom of the cachalot. The -young bulls each seek to form a harem among the younger cows of the -school, and having done so, they break off from the main band and -pursue their own independent way. This crisis in the career of the -orphan had been imminent for some time, but now, in these untroubled -seas, it could no longer be delayed. Already several preliminary -skirmishes had taken place with no definite results, and at last, -one morning when the sea was like oil for smoothness, and blazing -like burnished gold under the fervent glare of the sun, two out -of the four young bulls attacked the orphan at once. All around -lay the expectant brides ready to welcome the conqueror, while in -solitary state the mighty leader held aloof, doubtless meditating on -the coming time when a mightier than he should arise and drive him -from his proud position into lifelong exile. Straight for our hero’s -massive head came his rivals, charging along the foaming surface like -bluff-bowed torpedo rams. But as they converged upon him he also -charged to meet them, settling slightly at the same time. Whether by -accident or design I know not, but certainly the consequence of this -move was that instead of their striking him they met one another over -his back, the shock of their impact throwing their great heads out -of the sea with a dull boom that might have been heard for a mile. -Swiftly and gracefully the orphan turned head over flukes, rising on -his back and clutching the nearest of his opponents by his pendulous -under-jaw. The fury of that assault was so great that the attacked -one’s jaw was wrenched sideways, until it remained at right angles -to his body, leaving him for the rest of his life sorely hampered -in even the getting of food, but utterly incapable of ever again -giving battle to one of his own species. Then rushing towards the -other aggressor the victorious warrior inverted his body in the sea, -and brandishing his lethal flukes smote so doughtily upon his foe -that the noise of those tremendous blows reverberated for leagues -over the calm sea, while around the combatants the troubled waters -were lashed into ridges and islets of snowy foam. Very soon was the -battle over. Disheartened, sick, and exhausted, the disabled rival -essayed to escape, settling stone-like until he lay like some sunken -wreck on the boulder-bestrewn sea-bed a hundred fathoms down. Slowly, -but full of triumph, the conqueror returned to the waiting school -and, selecting six of the submissive cows, led them away without any -attempt at hindrance on the part of the other two young bulls who had -not joined in the fray. - -In stately march the new family travelled southward out of the Red -Sea, along the Somali Coast, past the frowning cliffs of Sokotra, -and crossing the Arabian Sea, skirted at their ease the pleasant -Malabar littoral. Unerring instinct guided them across the Indian -Ocean and through the Sunda Straits, until amid the intricacies of -Celebes they ended their journey for a season. Here, with richest -food in overflowing abundance, among undisturbed reef-beds swept by -constantly changing currents, where they might chafe their irritated -skins clean from the many parasites they had accumulated during -their long Red Sea sojourn, they remained for several seasons. Then, -suddenly, as calamities usually come, they were attacked by a whaler -as they were calmly coasting along Timor. But never till their dying -day did those whale-fishers forget that fight. True, they secured -two half-grown cows, but at what a cost to themselves! For the young -leader, now in the full flush of vigorous life, seemed not only to -have inherited the fighting instincts of his ancestors, but also to -possess a fund of wily ferocity that made him a truly terrible foe. -No sooner did he feel the first keen thrust of the harpoon than, -instead of expending his strength for naught by a series of aimless -flounderings, he rolled his huge bulk swiftly towards his aggressors, -who were busily engaged in clearing their boat of the hampering sail, -and perforce helpless for a time. Right down upon them came the -writhing mass of living flesh, overwhelming them as completely as -if they had suddenly fallen under Niagara. From out of that roaring -vortex only two of the six men forming the boat’s crew emerged alive, -poor fragments of humanity tossing like chips upon the tormented sea. -Then changing his tactics, the triumphant cachalot glided stealthily -about just beneath the surface, feeling with his sensitive flukes for -anything still remaining afloat upon which to wreak his newly aroused -thirst for vengeance. As often as he touched a floating portion of -the shattered boat, up flew his mighty flukes in a moment, and, with -a reflex blow that would have stove in the side of a ship, he smote -it into still smaller splinters. This attention to his first set of -enemies saved the other boats from destruction, for they, using all -expedition, managed to despatch the two cows they had harpooned, -and when they returned to the scene of disaster, the bull, unable -to find anything more to destroy, had departed with the remnant of -his family, and they saw him no more. Gloomily they traversed the -battle-field until they found the two exhausted survivors just feebly -clinging to a couple of oars, and with them mournfully regained their -ship. - -Meanwhile the triumphant bull was slowly making his way eastward, -sorely irritated by the galling harpoon which was buried deep -in his shoulders, and wondering what the hundreds of fathoms of -trailing rope behind him could be. At last coming to a well-known -reef he managed to get the line entangled around some of its coral -pillars, and a strenuous effort on his part tore out the barbed -weapon, leaving in its place a ragged rent in his blubber four feet -long. Such a trifle as that, a mere superficial scratch, gave him -little trouble, and with the wonderful recuperative power possessed -by all the sea-folk the ugly tear was completely healed in a few -days. Henceforth he was to be reckoned among the most dangerous of -all enemies to any of mankind daring to attack him, for he knew his -power. This the whalemen found to their cost. Within the next few -years his fame had spread from Cape Cod to Chelyushkin, and wherever -two whaleships met for a spell of “gamming,” his prowess was sure to -be an absorbing topic of conversation. In fact, he became the terror -of the tortuous passages of Malaysia, and though often attacked -always managed to make good his escape, as well as to leave behind -him some direful testimony to his ferocious cunning. At last he -fell in with a ship off Palawan, whose crew were justly reputed to -be the smartest whale-fishers from “Down East.” Two of her boats -attacked him one lovely evening just before sunset, but the iron -drew. Immediately he felt the wound he dived perpendicularly, but -describing a complete vertical circle beneath the boat he rose again, -striking her almost amidships with the front of his head. This, of -course, hurled the crew everywhere, besides shattering the boat. But -reversing himself again on the instant, he brandished those awful -flukes in the air, bringing them down upon the helpless men and -crushing three of them into dead pieces. Apparently satisfied, he -disappeared in the gathering darkness. - -When the extent of the disaster became known on board the ship, the -skipper was speechless with rage and grief, for the mate who had been -killed was his brother, and very dear to him. And he swore that if -it cost him a season’s work and the loss of his ship, he would slay -that man-killing whale. From that day he cruised about those narrow -seas offering large rewards to any of his men who should first sight -his enemy again. Several weeks went by, during which not a solitary -spout was seen, until one morning in Banda Strait the skipper himself -“raised” a whale close in to the western verge of the island. -Instantly all hands were alert, hoping against hope that this might -prove to be their long-sought foe at last. Soon the welcome news came -from aloft that it _was_ a sperm whale, and an hour later two boats -left the ship, the foremost of them commanded by the skipper. With -him he took four small barrels tightly bunged, and an extra supply of -bomb-lances, in the use of which he was an acknowledged expert. As -they drew near the unconscious leviathan they scarcely dared breathe, -and, their oars carefully peaked, they propelled the boats by paddles -as silently as the gliding approach of a shark. Hurrah! fast; first -iron. “Starn all, men! it’s him, d--n him, ’n I’ll slaughter him ’r -he shall me.” Backward flew the boat, not a second too soon, for -with that superhuman cunning expected of him, the terrible monster -had spun round and was rushing straight for them. The men pulled for -dear life, the steersman swinging the boat round as if she were on -a pivot, while the skipper pitched over the first of his barrels. -Out flashed the sinewy flukes, and before that tremendous blow the -buoyant barrico spun through the air like a football. The skipper’s -eyes flashed with delight at the success of his stratagem, and over -went another decoy. This seemed to puzzle the whale, but it did not -hinder him, and he seemed to keep instinctively heading towards the -boat, thus exposing only his invulnerable head. The skipper, however, -had no idea of rashly risking himself, so heaving over his remaining -barrel he kept well clear of the furious animal’s rushes, knowing -well that the waiting game was the best. All through that bright -day the great battle raged. Many were the hair-breadth escapes of -the men, but the skipper never lost his cool, calculating attitude. -Finally the now exhausted leviathan “sounded” in reality, remaining -down for half-an-hour. When he reappeared, he was so sluggish in -his movements that the exultant skipper shouted, “Naow, boys, in on -him! he’s our whale.” Forward darted the beautiful craft under the -practised sweep of the six oars, and as soon as she was within range -the skipper fired his first bomb. It reached the whale, but, buried -in the flesh, its explosion was not disabling. Still it did not spur -the huge creature into activity, for at last his strength had failed -him. Another rush in and another bomb, this time taking effect just -abaft the starboard fin. There was a momentary accession of energy -as the frightful wound caused by the bursting iron tube among the -monster’s viscera set all his masses of muscle a-quiver. But this -spurt was short-lived. And as a third bomb was fired a torrent of -blood foamed from the whale’s distended spiracle, a few fierce -convulsions distorted his enormous frame, and that puissant ocean -monarch passed peacefully into the passiveness of death. - -When they got the great carcass alongside, they found embedded in the -blubber no fewer than fourteen harpoons, besides sundry fragments -of exploded bombs, each bearing mute but eloquent testimony to the -warlike career of the vanquished Titan who began his career as an -orphan. - - - - - A PORPOISE MYTH - - -Far away to the horizon on three sides of us stretched the sea, its -wavelets all sparkling in the sun-glade, and dancing under the touch -of the sedate trade-wind. Above hung a pale-blue dome quivering with -heat and light from the sun, that, halfway up his road to the zenith, -seemed to be in the act of breaking his globular limit and flooding -space with flame. Ah! it was indeed pleasant to lie on that little -patch of pure sand, firm and smooth as a boarded floor, with the -rocks fringed by greenery of many kinds overshadowing us, and the -ocean murmuring at our feet. - -The place was a little promontory on the eastern shore of Hapai, in -the Friendly Islands, and my companion, who lay on the sand near -me, was by birth a chief, a splendid figure of a man, with a grave, -intellectual face, and deep, solemn voice that refused to allow the -mangled English in which he spoke to seem laughable. I knew him to -be the senior deacon of the local chapel, a devotionalist of the -most rigid kind, yet by common consent a righteous man, well-beloved -by all who knew him. He was my “flem” or friend, who, of his own -initiative, kept me supplied with all such luxuries as the village -afforded, and so great was my admiration for him as a man that it was -with no ordinary delight I succeeded in persuading him to accompany -me on a holiday ramble. He had led me through forest paths beset by a -thousand wonders of beauty in vegetation and insect life, showing me -as we went how the untilled ground produced on every hand abundance -of delicious food for man, up over hills from whence glimpses of -land and sea scape incessantly flashed upon the sight till my eyes -grew weary of enjoying, over skirting reefs just creaming with the -indolent wash of the sea, every square yard of which held matter for -a life’s study, but all beautiful beyond superlatives. And at last, -weary with wondering no less than with the journey, we had reached -this sheltered nook and laid down to rest, lulled into dreamy peace -by the murmurs of the Pacific rippling beneath us. - -For some time we lay silent in great content. Every thought, every -feeling, as far as I was concerned, was just merged in complete -satisfaction of all the senses, although at times I glanced at my -grave companion, wondering dreamily if he too, though accustomed to -these delights all his life long, could feel that deep enjoyment -of them that I, a wanderer from the bleak and unsettled North, -was saturated with. But while this and kindred ideas lazily ebbed -and flowed through my satisfied brain, the bright expanse of sea -immediately beneath us suddenly started into life. A school of -porpoises, numbering several hundreds, broke the surface, new -risen from unknown depths, and began their merry gambols as if the -superabundant life animating them must find a vent. They formed into -three divisions, marched in undulating yet evenly spaced lines, -amalgamated, separated, reformed. At one moment all clustered in -one central mass, making the placid sea boil; the next, as if by a -pivotal explosion, they were rushing at headlong speed in radiating -lines towards a circumference. As if at preconcerted signal, they -reached it and disappeared. Perfect quiet ensued for perhaps two -minutes. Then, in solemn measure, solitary individuals, scattered -over a vast area, rose into the air ten, fifteen, twenty feet, turned -and fell, but, at our distance from them, in perfect silence. This -pretty play continued for some time, the leaps growing gradually less -vigorous until they ceased altogether, and we saw the whole company -massing themselves in close order far out to sea. A few minutes, for -breathing space I suppose, and then in one magnificent charge, every -individual leaping twenty feet at each bound, they came thundering -shoreward. It was an inspiring sight, that host of lithe black bodies -in maddest rush along the sea-surface, lashing it into dazzling foam, -and sending across to our ears a deep melodious roar like the voice -of many waters. Within a hundred yards of the shore they disappeared -abruptly, as if an invisible line had there been drawn, and presently -we saw them leisurely departing eastward, as though, playtime over, -they had now resumed the normal flow of everyday duties. - -While I lay quietly wondering over the amazing display I had just -witnessed, I was almost startled to hear my companion speak, for he -seldom did so unless spoken to first. (I translate.) “The great game -of the sea-pigs that we have just seen brings back to my memory -an old story which is still told among our people, but one which -we are trying hard to forget with all the others, because they are -of the evil days, and stir up in our children those feelings that -we have fought so long to bury beyond resurrection. This story, -however, is harmless enough, although I should neither tell it to, -or listen to it from, one of mine own people. Long ago when we -worshipped the old cruel gods, and my ancestors were chief priests -of that worship, holding all the people under their rule in utter -terror and subjection, our chief, yes, our only, business besides -religion was war. Our women were slaves who were only born for our -service, and it is not easy now to understand what our feelings then -were toward the sex to whom we are now so tender. Our only talk was -of the service of the gods and of war, which indeed was generally -undertaken for some religious reason, more often than not to provide -human victims for sacrifice. In one of these constantly recurring -wars the men of Tonga-tabu--of course each group of these islands was -then independent of the others--made a grand raid upon Hapai. They -were helped by some strangers, who had been washed ashore from some -other islands to the northward, to build bigger and better war-canoes -than had ever before been seen, for our people were never famous for -canoe-building. They kept their plans so secret that when at daybreak -one morning the news ran round Hapai that a whole fleet of war-canoes -were nearing the shore, our people were like a school of flying-fish -into the midst of which some dolphin has suddenly burst. One of my -ancestors, called ‘The Bone-Breaker’ from his great strength and -courage, met the invaders with a mere handful of his followers and -delayed their landing for hours until he and all his warriors were -killed. By this time fresh bands were continually arriving, so that -the warriors from Tonga must needs fight every inch of their way -through the islands. And as they destroyed band after band their -war-hunger became greater, their rage rose, and they determined to -leave none of us living except such as they kept for sacrifice on -their altars at home. Day after day the slaughter went on, ever more -feeble grew the defence, until warriors who had never refused the -battle hid themselves like the pêca in holes of the rocks. Behind -us, about two miles inland, there is a high hill with a flat top -and steep sides. To this as a shelter fled all the unmarried girls -of our people, fearing to be carried away as slaves to Tonga, but -never dreaming of being slain if their hiding-place was found. Here -they remained unseen for seven days, until, ravenous with hunger, -they were forced to leave their hiding-place and come down. But they -hoped that, although no tidings had reached them from outside, their -enemies had departed. Four hundred of them reached the plain over -which we passed just now, weak with fasting, with no man to lead -them, trembling at every rustling branch in the forest around. All -appeared as it does to-day, the islands seemed slumbering in serene -peace, although they knew that every spot where their people had -lived was now defiled by the recent dead. - -“While they paused, huddling together irresolutely, there suddenly -burst upon their ears a tempest of exultant yells, and from -both sides of the hill they had lately left the whole force of -Tongans rushed after them. They fled as flies the booby before -the frigate-bird, and with as little hope of escape. Before them -spread this same bright sea smiling up at them as if in welcome. -You know how our people love the sea, love to cradle ourselves on -its caressing waves from the day when, newly born, our mothers lay -us in its refreshing waters, until even its life-giving touch can -no longer reanimate our withered bodies. So who can wonder that the -maidens fled to it for refuge. Over this shining sand they rushed, -plunging in ranks from yonder reef-edge into the quiet blue beyond. -Hard behind them came the hunters, sure of their prey. They reached -the reef and stared with utter dread and amazement upon the pretty -play of a great school of porpoises that, in just such graceful -evolutions as we have now seen, manifested their full enjoyment of -life. Terror seized upon those blood-lusting Tongans, their muscles -shrank and their weapons fell. Had there been one hundred Hapaian -warriors left alive they might have destroyed the whole Tongan host, -for it was become as a band of lost and terrified children dreading -at every step to meet the vengeance of the gods. But there were none -to hinder them, so they fled in safety to their own shores, never to -invade Hapai again. And when, after many years, the few survivors -of that week of death had repeopled Hapai, the story of the four -hundred maidens befriended by the sea-gods in their time of need was -the most frequently told among us. And to this day is the porpoise -‘taboo,’ although we know now that this legend, as well as all the -others which have been so carefully preserved among us, is only the -imagination of our forefathers’ hearts. Yet I often wish that we knew -some of them were true.” - - - - - CATS ON BOARD SHIP - - -Many stories are current about the peculiar aptitude possessed by -sailors of taming all sorts of wild creatures that chance to come -under their care, most of them having a much firmer basis of fact -than sea-yarns are usually given credit for. But of all the pets -made by Jack none ever attains so intimate an acquaintance with him, -so firm a hold upon his affections, as the cat, about whom so many -libellous things are said ashore. All things considered, a ship’s -forecastle is about the last place in the world that one would -expect to find favoured by a cat for its permanent abiding place. -Subject as it is at all times to sudden invasion by an encroaching -wave, always at the extremes of stuffiness or draughtiness, never -by any chance cheered by the glow of a fire, or boasting even an -apology for a hearthrug,--warmth-loving, luxurious pussy cannot -hope to find any of those comforts that her long acquaintance with -civilisation has certainly given her an innate hankering after. No -cat’s-meat man purveying regular rations of savoury horse-flesh, so -much beloved by even the daintiest aristocrats of the cat family, -ever gladdens her ears with the dulcet cry of “Meeeet, cassmeet,” -nor, saddest lack of all, is there ever to be found a saucer of milk -for her delicate cleanly lapping. And yet, strange as it may appear, -despite the superior attractions offered by the friendly steward at -the after-end of the ship, irresponsive to the blandishments of the -captain and officers, I have many times been shipmate with cats who -remained steadily faithful to the fo’c’s’le throughout the length -of an East Indian or Colonial voyage. They could hardly be said -to have any preferences for individual members of the crew, being -content with the universal attention paid them by all, although as -a rule they found a snug berth in some man’s bunk which they came -to look upon as theirs by prescriptive right, their shelter in time -of storm, and their refuge, when in harbour the scanty floor place -of the fo’c’s’le afforded no safe promenade for anything bearing -a tail. Only once or twice in all my experience have I seen any -cruelty offered to a cat on board ship, and then the miscreant who -thus offended against the unwritten law had but a sorry time of it -thereafter. - -Personally, I have been honoured by the enduring fellowship of many -cats whose attachment to me for myself alone (for I had nothing to -give them to eat but a little chewed biscuit) effectually settled for -me the question of what some people are pleased to call the natural -selfishness of cats. My first experience was on my second voyage when -I was nearly thirteen years old. On my first voyage we had no cat, -strange to say, in either of the three ships I belonged to before I -got back to England. But when I joined the _Brinkburn_ in London for -the West Indies as boy, I happened to be the first on board to take -up my quarters in the fo’c’s’le. I crept into my lonely bunk that -night feeling very small and forgotten, and huddled myself into my -ragged blanket trying to get warm and go to sleep. It was quite dark, -and the sudden apparition of two glaring green eyes over the edge of -my bunk sent a spasm of fear through me for a moment, until I felt -soft feet walking over me and heard the pretty little crooning sound -usually made by a complacent mother-cat over her kittens. I put up -my hands and felt the warm fur, quite a thrill of pleasure trickling -over me as pussy pleasantly responded with a loud satisfied purr. We -were quite glad of each other I know, for as I cuddled her closely -to me, the vibrations of her purring comforted me so that in a short -time I was sound asleep. Thenceforward puss and I were the firmest of -friends. In fact she was the only friend I had on board that hateful -ship. For the crew were a hard-hearted lot, whose treatment of me was -consistently barbarous, and even the other boy, being much bigger and -stronger than I was, used to treat me as badly as any of them. But -when night came and the faithful cat nestled in by my side during -my watch below, I would actually forget my misery for a short time -in the pleasant consciousness that _something_ was fond of me. It -was to my bunk she invariably fled for refuge from the ill-natured -little terrier who lived aft, and never missed an opportunity of -flying at her when he saw her on deck. Several times during the -passage she found flying-fish that dropped on deck at night, and, -by some instinct I do not pretend to explain, brought them to where -I crouched by the cabin-door. Then she would munch the sweet morsel -contentedly, looking up at me between mouthfuls as if to tell me -how much she was enjoying her unwonted meal, or actually leaving -it for a minute or two to rub herself against me and arch her back -under my fondling hand. Two days before we left Falmouth, Jamaica, on -the homeward passage, she had kittens, five tiny slug-like things, -that lived in my bunk in their mother’s old nest. The voyage ended -abruptly on the first day out of harbour by the vessel running upon -an outlying spur of coral only a few miles from the port. After a day -and night of great exertion and exposure the ship slid off the sharp -pinnacles of the reef into deep water, giving us scant time to escape -on board one of the small craft that clustered alongside salving the -cargo. The few rags I owned were hardly worth saving, but indeed I -did not think of them. All my care was for an old slouch hat in which -lay the five kittens snug and warm, while the anxious mother clung -to me so closely that I had no difficulty in taking her along too. -When we got ashore, although it cost me a bitter pang, I handed the -rescued family over to the hotel-keeper’s daughter, a comely mulatto -girl, who promised me that my old shipmate should from that time live -in luxury. - -From that time forward I was never fortunate enough to have a cat for -my very own for a long time. Nearly every ship I was in had a cat, or -even two, but they were common property, and their attentions were -severely impartial. Then it came to pass that I joined a very large -and splendid ship in Adelaide as second mate. Going on board for the -first time, a tiny black kitten followed me persistently along the -wharf. It had evidently strayed a long way and would not be put off, -although I made several attempts to escape from it, feeling that -perhaps I might be taking it away from a better home than I could -possibly give it. It succeeded in following me on board, and when I -took possession of the handsome cabin provided for me in the after -end of the after deckhouse facing the saloon, it installed itself -therein, purring complete approval of its surroundings. Now, in spite -of the splendour of the ship and the natural pride I felt in being an -officer on board of her, it must be confessed that I was exceedingly -lonely. The chief officer was an elderly man of about fifty-five who -had long commanded ships, and he considered it beneath his dignity to -associate with such a mere lad as he considered me. Besides, he lived -in the grand cabin. I could not forgather with the saloon passengers, -who rarely came on the main-deck at all where I lived, and I was -forbidden to go forward and visit those in the second saloon. -Therefore during my watch below I was doomed to solitary state, cut -off from the companionship of my kind with the sole exception of the -urbane and gentlemanly chief steward, who did occasionally (about -once a week) spend a fraction of his scanty leisure in conversation -with me. Thus it came about that the company of “Pasht,” as I called -my little cat, was a perfect godsend. He slept on my pillow when I -was in my bunk, when I sat at my table writing or reading he sat -close to my hand. And if I wrote long, paying no attention to him, -he would reach out a velvety paw and touch the handle of my pen, -ever so gently, looking up at my face immediately to see if my -attention had been diverted. Often I took no notice but kept on with -my work, quietly putting back the intruding paw when it became too -troublesome. At last, as if unable to endure my neglect any longer, -he would get up and walk on to the paper, sitting down in the centre -of the sheet with a calm assurance that now I must notice him that -was very funny. Then we would sit looking into the depths of each -other’s eyes as if trying mutual mesmerism. It generally ended by -his climbing up on to my shoulder and settling into the hollow of -my neck, purring softly in my ear, while I wrote or read on until -I was quite stiff with the constrained position I kept for fear of -disturbing him. Whenever I went on deck at night to keep my watch he -invariably came with me, keeping me company throughout my four hours’ -vigil on the poop. Always accustomed to going barefoot, from which -I was precluded during the day owing to my position, I invariably -enjoyed the absence of any covering for my feet in the night watches. -My little companion evidently thought my bare feet were specially -put on for his amusement, for after a few sedate turns fore and aft -by my side, he would hide behind the skylights and leap out upon -them as I passed, darting off instantly in high glee at the feat he -had performed. Occasionally I would turn the tables on him by going -a few feet up the rigging, when he would sit and cry, baby-like, -until I returned and comforted him. I believe he knew every stroke of -the bell as well as I did. One of the apprentices always struck the -small bell at the break of the poop every half-hour, being answered -by the look-out man on the big bell forward. “Pasht” never took the -slightest notice of any of the strokes until the four pairs announced -the close of the watch. Then I always missed him suddenly. But when, -after mustering the mate’s watch and handing over my charge to my -superior, I went to my berth, a little black head invariably peeped -over the edge of my bunk, as if saying, “Come along; I’m so sleepy!” -So our pleasant companionship went on until one day, when about the -Line in the Atlantic, I found my pretty pet lying on the grating in -my berth. He had been seized with a fit, and under its influence -had rushed into the fo’c’s’le, where some unspeakable wretch had -shamefully maltreated him under the plea that he was mad! I could not -bear to see him suffer--I cannot say what had been done to him--so -I got an old marline-spike, looped the lanyard about his neck, and -dropped him overboard. And an old lady among the passengers berated -me the next day for my “heartless brutality”! - -As a bereaved parent often dreads the thought of having another -little one to lose, so, although many opportunities presented -themselves, I refused to own another cat, until I became an -unconsenting foster-parent again to a whole family. I joined a -brig in the St. Katharine Docks as mate, finding when I took up -my berth that there was both a cat and a dog on board, inmates -of the cabin. They occupied different quarters during the night, -but it was a never-waning pleasure to me to see them meet in the -morning. The dog, a large brown retriever, would stand perfectly -still, except for his heavy tail, which swayed sedately from side -to side, while “Jane” would walk round and round him, arching her -back and rubbing her sides against him, purring all the time a -gentle note of welcome. Presently their noses would meet, as if in -a kiss, and he would bestow a slavering lick or two upon her white -fur. This always ended the greeting, sending “Jane” off primly to -commence her morning toilet. But alas! a blighting shadow fell -upon this loving intercourse. One of the dock cats, a creature -of truculent appearance, her fur more like the nap of a door-mat -than anything else, blind of one eye, minus half her tail, with a -hare-lip (acquired, not hereditary), and her ears vandyked in curious -patterns, stalked on board one afternoon, and took up her abode in -the cabin without any preliminaries whatever. Both the original -tenants were much disturbed at this graceless intrusion, but neither -of them felt disposed to tackle the formidable task of turning her -out. So “Jane” departed to the galley, and “Jack,” with many a loud -and long sniff at the door of the berth wherein the visitor lay, -oscillated disconsolately between the galley and the cabin, his duty -and his inclination. The new-comer gave no trouble, always going -ashore for everything she required, and only once, the morning her -family arrived, deigning to accept a saucer of milk from me. As soon -as she dared she carried the new-comers ashore one by one, being -much vexed when I followed and brought them back again. However, her -patience was greater than mine, for she succeeded in getting them -all away except one which I hid away and she apparently forgot. -Then we saw her no more; she returned to her duty of rat-catching -in the warehouses, and never came near us again. Meanwhile “Jane” -would scarcely leave my side during the day, asking as plainly as -a cat could, why, oh why, didn’t I turn that shameless hussy out? -Couldn’t I see how things were? or was I like the rest of the men? -Her importunity was so great that I was heartily glad when the old -“docker” was gone, and I lost no time in reinstalling “Jane” in her -rightful realm. It was none too soon. For the next morning when I -turned out, a sight as strange as any I have ever seen greeted me. -There, in the corner of my room, lay “Jack” on his side, looking -with undisguised amazement and an occasional low whine of sympathy -at his friend, who, nestling close up to his curls in the space -between his fore and hind legs, was busily attending to the wants -of two new arrivals. The dog’s bewilderment and interest were so -great, that the scene would have been utterly ludicrous had it not -been so genuinely pathetic and pretty. How he managed to restrain -himself I do not know, but there he lay perfectly quiet until pussy -herself released him from his awkward position by getting up and -taking possession of a cosy box I prepared for her. Even then his -attentions were constant, for many times a day he would walk gravely -in and sniff at the kittens, bestow a lick on the mother, and depart -with an almost dejected air, as of a dog that had met with a problem -utterly beyond his wisdom to solve. A visitor claiming one of the -new kittens, I filled its place with the one I had kept belonging to -the old “docker,” and “Jane” accepted the stranger without demur. -While we were in dock I gave them plenty of such luxuries as milk and -cat’s-meat, so that the little family prospered apace. As the kittens -grew and waxed frolicsome, their attachment to me was great,--quite -embarrassing at times, for while standing on deck giving orders, -they would swarm up my legs and cling like bats to my coat, so that -I moved with difficulty for fear of shaking them off. “Jane” was -a perfect “ratter,” and I was curious to see whether her prowess -was hereditary in her offspring. A trap was set and a rat speedily -caught, for we were infested with them. Then “Jane” and her own -kitten were called, the latter being at the time barely two months -old. As soon as the kitten smelt the rat she growled, set up her -fur, and walked round the trap (a large wire cage) seeking a way in. -“Jane” sat down a little apart, an apparently uninterested spectator. -We opened the door of the trap, the kitten darted in, and there in -that confined space slew the rat, which was almost her equal in -size, with the greatest ease. She then dragged it out, growling like -a miniature tiger. Her mother came to have a look, but the kitten, -never loosing her bite, shot out one bristling paw and smote poor -“Jane” on the nose so felly that she retired shaking her head and -sneezing entire disapproval. The other kitten, a “tom,” could never -be induced to interfere with a rat at all. My space is gone, much to -my disappointment, for the subject is a fascinating one to me. But -I hope enough has been said to show what a large amount of interest -clusters around cats on board ship. - - - - - THE OLD EAST INDIAMAN - - -An enthusiastic crowd of workmen and seafarers gathered one day long -ago at Blackwall to witness the launching of the _Lion_. Every man -among them felt a personal interest in the majestic fabric that, -under the proud labours of those skilful shipwrights, had gradually -grown up out of the trim piles of oak, greenheart, and teak, and -taken on the splendid shape of an East Indiaman, in the days when -those grand vessels were queens of the wide sea. Green’s renowned -draughtsmen had lavished all their skill upon her design, every -device known to men whose calling was their pride, and to whom the -Blackwall Yard was the centre of the shipbuilding world, had been -employed to make the _Lion_ the finest of all the great fleet that -had been brought into being there. Decked with flags from stem to -stern, the sun glinting brightly on the rampant crimson lion that -towered proudly on high from her stem, she glided gracefully from the -ways amid the thunder of cannon and the deafening shouts of exultant -thousands. And when, two months later, she sailed for Madras with -eighty prime seamen forrard and a hundred passengers in her spacious -cuddy, who so proud as her stately commander? His eye flashed as -he watched the nimble evolutions of his bonny bluejackets leaping -from spar to spar, and he felt that, given fitting opportunity, he -would have no overwhelming task to tackle a French line-of-battle -ship, even though he _was_ but a peaceful merchantman. For ranged -on either side of her roomy decks were ten 18-pounders, under the -charge of a smart gunner, whose pride in his new post was a pleasant -thing to see. And besides these bulldogs there were many rifles -and boarding-pikes neatly stowed in a small armoury in the waist. -But above and beyond all these weapons were the men who would use -them,--sturdy, square-set British sea-dogs, such as you may now see -any day swarming upon the deck of a British man-o’-war, but may look -for almost in vain on board the swarming thousands of vessels that -compose our merchant fleet. - -The _Lion_ soon justified all the high hopes of her builders and -owners. In spite of her (then) great size and the taut spread of her -spars, she was far handier than any “Billy-boy” that ever turned up -the Thames estuary against a head wind, and by at least a knot and -a half the fastest ship in the East India trade. Her fame grew and -waxed exceedingly great. There was as much intriguing to secure a -berth in the _Lion_ for the outward or homeward passage as there was -in those days for positions in the golden land she traded to. Almost -all the hierarchy of India spoke of her affectionately as one speaks -of the old home, and the newly-arrived in her knew no lack of topics -for conversation if they only mentioned her name in any company. For -had she not borne safely and pleasantly over the long, long sea-road -from home hundreds and hundreds of those pale-faced rulers of dusky -millions, bringing them in their callow boyhood to leap at a bound -to posts of trust and responsibility such as the proud old Romans -never dreamed of? She was so tenderly cared for, her every want so -immediately supplied, that this solicitude, added to the staunchness -and honesty of her build, seemed to render her insusceptible of -decay. Men whose work in India was done spoke of her in their -peaceful retirement on leafy English countrysides, and recalled with -cronies “our first passage out in the grand old _Lion_.” A new type -of ship, a new method of propulsion, was springing up all around her. -But whenever any of the most modern fliers forgathered with her upon -the ocean highway, their crews felt their spirits rise in passionate -admiration for the stately and beautiful old craft whose graceful -curves and perfect ease seemed to be of the sea _sui generis_, -moulded and caressed by the noble element into something of its own -mobility and tenacious power. - -It appeared almost a loss of dignity when the Company took her off -the India route and held her on the Australian berth. But very soon -she had taken the place that always appeared to be hers of right, -and she was _the_ ship of all others wherein to sail for the new -world beneath us. And in due course the sturdy Empire-builders -scattered all over the vast new country were speaking of her as -the Anglo-Indians had done a generation ago, and the “new chum” -who had “come out in the _Lion_” found himself welcome in far-away -bush homes, from Adelaide to Brisbane, as one of the same family, -a protégé of the benevolent old ship. She held her own well, too, -in point of speed with the new steel and iron clippers, in spite -of what foolish youngsters sneeringly said about her extended -quarter-galleries, her far-reaching head, and immense many-windowed -stern. But gradually the fierce stress of modern competition told -upon her, and it needed no great stretch of the imagination to -suppose that the magnificent old craft felt her dignity outraged as -voyage after voyage saw her crew lists dwindle until instead of the -eighty able _seamen_ of her young days she carried but twenty-two. -The goodly company of officers, midshipmen, and artificers were -cut down also to a third of their old array, and as a necessary -consequence much of her ancient smartness of appearance went with -them. Then she should have closed her splendid career in some great -battle with the elements, and found a fitting glory of defeat without -disgrace before the all-conquering, enduring sea. That solace was -not to be hers, but as a final effort she made the round voyage from -Melbourne to London and back, including the handling of two cargoes, -in five months and twenty days, beating anything of the kind ever -recorded of a sailing-vessel. - -Then, oh woeful fall! she was sold to the Norwegians, those thrifty -mariners who are ever on the look-out for bargains in the way of -ships who have seen their best days, and manage to succeed, in ways -undreamed of by more lavish nations, in making fortunes out of such -poor old battered phantoms of bygone prosperity. Tenacious as the -seaman’s memory is for the appearance of any ship in which he has -once sailed, it would have been no easy task for any of her former -shipmates to recognise the splendid old _Lion_ under her Scandinavian -name of the _Ganger Rolf_, metamorphosed as she was too by the -shortening of her tapering spars, the stripping of the yards from -the mizen-mast, and the rigging up of what British sailors call the -“Norwegian house-flag,” a windmill pump between the main and mizen -masts. Thus transformed she began her degraded existence under -new masters, crawling to and fro across the Atlantic to Quebec in -summer, Pensacola or Doboy in winter, uneasily and spiritless as some -gallant hunter dragging a timber waggon in his old age. Unpainted, -weather-bleached, and with sails so patched and clouted that they -looked like slum washing hung out to dry, she became, like the rest -of the “wood-scows,” a thing for the elements to scoff at, and, seen -creeping eastward with a deck-load of deals piled six feet high fore -and aft above her top-gallant rail, was as pathetic as a pauper -funeral. Eight seamen now were all that the thrift of her owners -allowed to navigate her, who with the captain, two mates, carpenter, -and cook, made up the whole of her crew, exactly the number of the -officers she used to carry in her palmy days. - -One day when she was discharging in London there came alongside an -old seaman, weather-worn and hungry-looking. Something in the build -of the old ship caught his eye, and with quivering lips and twitching -hands he climbed on board. Round about the deck he quested until, -half hidden by a huge pile of lumber, he found the bell and read on -it, “Lion, London, 1842.” Then he sat down and covered his face with -his hands. Presently he arose and sought the grimy mate purposefully. -At an incredibly low wage he obtained the berth of cook,--it was -either that or starve, although now he had found his old ship, he -felt that he would go for nothing rather than miss another voyage in -her. Soon after they sailed for the “fall voyage” to Quebec, making -a successful run over, much to the delight of the ancient cook, who -was never weary of telling any one who would listen of the feats of -sailing performed by the _Lion_ when he was quartermaster of her -“way back in the fifties.” Urged by greed, for he was part-owner, -and under no fear of the law, the skipper piled upon her such a -deck-load of deals that she no longer resembled a ship, she was only -comparable to a vast timber stack with three masts. She was hardly -clear of Newfoundland on her homeward passage, when one of the most -terrible gales of all that terrible winter set in. Snow and sleet -and frost-fog, a blinding white whirl of withering cold, assailed -her, paralysing the hapless handful of men who vainly strove on -their lofty platform to do their duty, exposed fully to all the -wrath of that icy tempest. One after one the worn-out sails, like -autumn leaves, were stripped from yard and stay; day after day saw -the perishing mariners die. The sea froze upon her where it fell, -so that now she resembled an iceberg; and though the remnant of the -crew tried many times to get at the fastenings of the chains that -secured the deck-load so as to send it adrift, they could not. At -last only one man was left alive, and he, strangely enough, was the -old cook. And while still the gale was at its height, he suddenly -seemed to renew all his lost strength. Buckling tight his belt with -firm fingers, a new light gleaming in his eyes, he strode aft and -seized the long-disused wheel. Standing erect and alert he conned -her gravely, getting her well before the wind. Onward she fled, as -if knowing the touch of an old friend. Gradually the lean fingers -stiffened, the fire died out of the eyes, until, just as the last -feeble drops in that brave old heart froze solid, the _Lion_ dashed -into a mountainous berg and all her shattered timbers fell apart. -Lovely and pleasant had she been in her life, and in her death she -was no danger to her wandering sisters. - - - - - THE FLOOR OF THE SEA - - -Who is there among us that has ever seen a lake, a pond, or a -river-bed laid dry that has not felt an almost childish interest and -curiosity in the aspect of a portion of earth’s surface hitherto -concealed from our gaze? The feeling is probably universal, arising -from the natural desire to penetrate the unknown, and also from a -primitive anxiety to know what sort of an abode the inhabitants of -the water possess, since we almost always consider the water-folk -to live as do the birds, really on land with the water for an -atmosphere. But if this curiosity be so general with regard to the -petty depths mentioned above, how greatly is it increased in respect -of the recesses of the sea. For there is truly the great unknown, the -undiscoverable country of which, in spite of the constant efforts of -deep-sea expeditions, we know next to nothing. Here imagination may -(and does) run riot, attempting the impossible task of reproducing to -our minds the state of things in the lightless, silent depths where -life, according to our ideas of it, is impossible,--the true valley -of the shadow of death. - -Suppose that it were possible for some convulsion of Nature to -lay bare, let us say, the entire bed of the North Atlantic Ocean. -With one bound the fancy leaps at the prospect of a rediscovery of -the lost continent, the fabled Atlantis whose wonders have had so -powerful an effect upon the imaginations of mankind. Should we be -able to roam through those stupendous halls, climb those towering -temple heights reared by the giants of an elder world, or gaze with -stupefied wonder upon the majestic ruins of cities to which Babylon -or Palmyra with all their mountainous edifices were but as a suburban -townlet! Who knows? Yet maybe the natural wonders apparent in the -foundations of such soaring masses as the Azores, the Cape Verde -Islands, or the Canaries; or, greater still, the altitude of such -remote and lonely pinnacles as those of the St. Paul’s Rocks, would -strike us as more marvellous yet. To thread the cool intricacies -of the “still vext Bermoothes” at their basements and seek out the -caves where the sea-monsters dwell who never saw the light of day, -to wander at will among the windings of that strange maze of reefs -that cramp up the outpouring of the beneficent Gulf Stream and make -it issue from its source with that turbulent energy that carries it, -laden with blessings, to our shores; what a pilgrimage that would -be! Imagine the vision of that great chain of islands which we call -the West Indies soaring up from the vast plain 6000 feet below, with -all the diversity of form and colour belonging to the lovely homes -of the coral insects, who build ceaselessly for themselves, yet all -unconsciously rear stable abodes for mankind. - -It would be an awful country to view, this suddenly exposed floor -of the sea. A barren land of weird outline, of almost unimaginable -complexity of contour, but without any beauty such as is bestowed -upon the dry earth by the kindly sun. For its beauty depends upon -the sea, whose prolific waters are peopled with life so abundantly -that even the teeming earth is barren as compared with the ocean. -But at its greatest depths all the researches that man has been able -to prosecute go to prove that there is little life. The most that -goes on there is a steady accumulation of the dead husks of once -living organisms settling slowly down to form who knows what new -granites, marbles, porphyries, against the time when another race on -a reorganised earth shall need them. Here there is nothing fanciful, -for if we know anything at all of prehistoric times, it is that what -is now high land, not to say merely dry land, was once lying cold -and dormant at the bottom of the sea being prepared throughout who -can say what unrealisable periods of time for the use and enjoyment -of its present lords. Not until we leave the rayless gloom, the -incalculable pressures and universal cold of those tremendous -depths, do we find the sea-floor beginning to abound with life. It -may even be doubted whether anything of man’s handiwork, such as -there is about a ship foundering in mid-ocean, would ever reach in -a recognisable form the bottom of the sea at a depth of more than -2000 fathoms. There is an idea, popularly current among seafarers, -that sunken ships in the deep sea only go down a certain distance, no -matter what their build or how ponderous their cargo. Having reached -a certain stratum, they then drift about, slowly disintegrating, -derelicts of the depths, swarming with strange denizens, the shadowy -fleets of the lost and loved and mourned. In time, of course, as -the great solvent gets in its work they disappear, becoming part of -their surroundings, but not for hundreds of years, during which they -pass and repass at the will of the under-currents that everywhere -keep the whole body of water in the ocean from becoming stagnant and -death-dealing to adjacent shores. A weird fancy truly, but surely not -more strange than the silent depths about which it is formulated. - -In his marvellously penetrative way, Kipling has touched this theme -while singing the “Song of the English”:-- - - “The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar-- - Down to the dark, the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes - are. - There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, - On the great grey level plains of ooze where the shell-burred cables - creep. - - Here in the womb of the world--here on the tie-ribs of earth, - Words, and the words of men, flicker and flutter and beat-- - Warning, sorrow and gain, salutation and mirth-- - For a Power troubles the Still that has neither voice nor feet.” - -Surely the imagination must be dead indeed that does not throb -responsive to the thought of that latter-day workmanship of wire -and rubber descending at the will of man into the vast void, and -running its direct course over mountain ranges, across sudden abysses -of lower depth, through the turbulence of up-bursting submarine -torrents where long-pent-up rivers compel the superincumbent ocean -to admit their saltless waters; until from continent to continent -the connection is made, and man holds converse with man at his -ease as though distance were not. Recent investigations go to prove -that chief among the causes that make for destruction of those -communicating cables are the upheavals of lost rivers. In spite -of the protection that scientific invention has provided for the -central core of conducting wire, these irresistible outbursts of -undersea torrents rend and destroy it, causing endless labour of -replacement by the never-resting cable-ships. But this is only one -of the many deeply interesting features of oceanography, a science -of comparatively recent growth, but full of gigantic possibilities -for the future knowledge of this planet. The researches of the -_Challenger_ expedition, embodied in fifty portly volumes, afford -a vast mass of material for discussion, and yet it is evident that -what they reveal is but the merest tentative dipping into the great -mysterious land that lies hidden far below the level surface of the -inscrutable sea. - -That veteran man of science, Sir John Murray, has in a recent paper -(_Royal Geographical Society’s Journal_, October 1899) published -his presidential address to the geographical section of the British -Association at Dover, and even to the ordinary non-scientific reader -his wonderful _résumé_ of what has been done in the way of exploring -the ocean’s depths must be as entrancing as a fairy tale. The mere -mention of such a chasm as that existing in the South Pacific -between the Kermadecs and the Friendly Islands, where a depth of -5155 fathoms, or 530 feet more than five geographical miles, has -been found, strikes the lay mind with awe. Mount Everest, that -stupendous Himalayan peak whose summit soars far above the utmost -efforts of even the most devoted mountaineers, a virgin fastness -mocking man’s soaring ambition, if sunk in the ocean at the spot -just mentioned would disappear until its highest point was 2000 feet -below the surface. Yet out of that abyss rises the volcanic mass of -Sunday Island in the Kermadecs, whose crater is probably 2000 feet -above the sea-level. But in no less than forty-three areas visited by -the _Challenger_, depths of over 3000 fathoms have been found, and -their total area is estimated at 7,152,000 square miles, or about -7 per cent. of the total water-surface of the globe. Within these -deeps are found many lower deeps, strangely enough generally in -comparatively close proximity to land, such as the Tuscarora Deep, -near Japan, one in the Banda Sea, that is to say, in the heart of the -East India Archipelago, &c. Down, down into these mysterious waters -the ingenious sounding-machine runs, taking out its four miles and -upwards of pianoforte wire until the sudden stoppage of the swift -descent marks the dial on deck with the exact number of fathoms -reached. And yet so vast is the ocean bed that none can say with any -certainty that far greater depths may not yet be found than any that -have hitherto been recorded, amazing as they are. - -The character of the ocean floor at all these vast depths as -revealed by the sounding-tube bringing specimens to the surface -is identical--red clay--which strikes the fancy queerly as being -according to most ancient legends the substance out of which our -first ancestor was builded, and from whence he derived his name. -Mingled with this primordial ooze is found the débris of once living -forms, many of them of extinct species, or species at any rate that -have never come under modern man’s observation except as fossils. -The whole story, however, demands far more space than can here be -allowed, but one more instance must be given of the wonders of the -sea-bed in conclusion. Let a violent storm displace any considerable -body of warm surface water, and lo! to take its place up rises an -equal volume of cold under layers that have been resting far below -the influence of the sun. Like a pestilential miasma these chill -waves seize upon the myriads of the sea-folk and they die. The tale -of death is incalculable, but one example is mentioned by Sir John -Murray of a case of this kind off the eastern coast of North America -in the spring of 1882, when a layer of dead fish and other marine -animals six feet in thickness was believed to cover the ocean floor -for many miles. - - - - - SHAKESPEARE AND THE SEA - - -Quite recently it was suggested by the writer of an article in the -_Spectator_ that Shakespeare was now but little read,--that while -his works were quoted from as much as ever, the quotations were -obtained at second hand, and that it would be hard to find to-day -any reader who had waded through all that wonderful collection of -plays and poems. This is surely not a carefully made statement. If -there were any amount of truth in it, we might well regard such a -state of things as only one degree less deplorable than that people -should have ceased to read the Bible. For next to the Bible there -can be no such collection of writings available wherein may be -found food for every mind. Even the sailor, critical as he always -is of allusions to the technicalities of his calling that appear in -literature, is arrested by the truth of Shakespeare’s references -to the sea and seafaring, while he cannot but wonder at their -copiousness in the work of a thorough landsman. Of course, in this -respect it is necessary to remember that Elizabethan England spoke a -language which was far more frequently studded with sea-terms than -that which we speak ashore to-day. With all our vast commerce and our -utter dependence upon the sea for our very life; its romance, its -expressions take little hold of the immense majority of the people. -Therein we differ widely from Americans. In every walk of life, from -Maine to Mexico, from Philadelphia to San Francisco, the American -people salt their speech with terms borrowed from the sailor, as they -do also with other terms used by Shakespeare, and often considered -by Shakespeare’s countrymen of the present day, quite wrongly, to be -slang. - -In what is perhaps the most splendidly picturesque effort of -Shakespeare’s genius, “The Tempest,” he hurls us at the outset into -the hurly-burly of a storm at sea with all the terror-striking -details attendant upon the embaying of a ship in such weather. She is -a passenger ship, too, and the passengers behave as landsmen might -be expected to do in such a situation. The Master (not Captain be -it noted, for there are no Captains in the merchant-service) calls -the boatswain. Here arises a difficulty for a modern sailor. Where -was the mate? We cannot say that the office was not known, although -Shakespeare nowhere alludes to such an officer; but this much is -certain, that for one person who would understand who was meant -by the mate ten would appreciate the mention of the boatswain’s -name, and that alone would justify its use in poetry. In this short -colloquy between the Master and boatswain we have the very spirit of -sea service. An immediate reply to the Master’s hail, and an inquiry -in a phrase now only used by the vulgar, bring the assurance “Good”; -but it is at once followed by “Speak to the mariners, fall to’t -yarely, or we run ourselves aground; bestir, bestir.” Having given -his orders the Master goes--he has other matters to attend to--and -the boatswain heartens up his crew in true nautical fashion, his -language being almost identical with that used to-day. His “aside” -is true sailor,--“Blow till thou burst thy wind, if [we have] room -enough.” This essentially nautical feeling, that given a good ship -and plenty of sea-room there is nothing to fear, is alluded to again -and again in Shakespeare. He has the very spirit of it. Then come -the meddlesome passengers, hampering the hard-pressed officer with -their questioning and advice!--until, exasperated beyond courtesy, he -bursts out: “You mar our labour. Keep your cabins. You do assist the -storm.” Bidden to remember whom he has on board, he gives them more -of his mind, winding up by again addressing his crew with “cheerly -good hearts,” and as a parting shot to his hinderers, “Out of our -way, I say.” - -But the weather grows worse; they must needs strike the topmast and -heave-to under the main-course (mainsail), a manœuvre which, usual -enough with Elizabethan ships, would never be attempted now. Under -the same circumstances the lower main-topsail would be used, the -mainsail having been furled long before because of its unwieldy -size. Still the passengers annoy, now with abuse, which is answered -by an appeal to their reason and an invitation to them to take hold -and work. For the need presses. She is on a lee shore, and in spite -of the fury of the gale sail must be made. “Set her two courses -[mainsail and foresail], off to sea again, lay her off.” And now the -sailors despair and speak of prayer, their cries met scornfully by -the valiant boatswain with “What, must our mouths be cold?” Then -follows that wonderful sea-picture beginning Scene 2, which remains -unapproachable for vigour and truth. A little further on comes the -old sea-superstition of the rats quitting a foredoomed ship, and in -Ariel’s report a spirited account of what must have been suggested -to Shakespeare by stories of the appearance of “corposants” or St. -Elmo’s fire, usually accompanying a storm of this kind. And in -answer to Prospero’s question, “Who was so firm?” &c., Ariel bears -incidental tribute to the mariners,--“All, but mariners, plunged in -the foaming brine and quit the vessel,” those same mariners who are -afterwards found, their vessel safely anchored, asleep under hatches, -their dangerous toil at an end. - -In the “Twelfth Night” there are many salt-water allusions no less -happy, beginning with the bright picture of Antonio presented by the -Captain (of a war-ship?) breasting the sea upon a floating mast. -Again in Act I., Scene 6, Viola answers Malvolio’s uncalled-for -rudeness, “Will you hoist sail, sir?” with the ready idiom, “No, good -_swabber_, I am to hull [to heave-to] here a little longer.” In Act -V., Scene 1, the Duke speaks of Antonio as Captain of a “bawbling -vessel--for shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable”; in modern terms, -a small privateer that played such havoc with the enemy’s fleet that -“very envy and the tongue of loss cried fame and honour on him.” -Surely Shakespeare must have had Drake in his mind when he wrote this. - -Who does not remember Shylock’s contemptuous summing-up of Antonio’s -means and their probable loss?--“Ships are but boards, sailors but -men, there be land rats and water rats, water thieves and land -thieves--I mean, pirates; and then there is the peril of waters, -winds, and rocks” (Act I., Scene 3). In this same play, too, we -have those terrible quicksands, the Goodwins, sketched for us in -half-a-dozen lines: “Where the carcases of many a tall ship lie -buried” (Act III., Scene 1); and in the last scene of the last act -Antonio says his “ships are safely come to _road_,” an expression -briny as the sea itself. - -In the “Comedy of Errors,” Act I., Scene 1, we have a phrase that -should have been coined by an ancient Greek sailor-poet: “The -always-wind-obeying deep”; and a little lower down the page a touch -of sea-lore that would of itself suffice to stamp the writer as a man -of intimate knowledge of nautical ways: “A small spare mast, such as -seafaring men provide for storms.” Who told Shakespeare of the custom -of sailors to carry spare spars for jury-masts? - -In “Macbeth,” the first witch sings of the winds and the compass -card, and promises that her enemy’s husband shall suffer all the -torments of the tempest-tossed sailor without actual shipwreck. She -also shows a pilot’s thumb “wrack’d, as homeward he did come.” Who in -these days of universal reading needs reminding of the allusion to -the ship-boy’s sleep in Act III., Scene 1, of “Henry IV.,” a contrast -of the most powerful and convincing kind, powerful alike in its -poetry and its truth to the facts of Nature? Especially noticeable -is the line where Shakespeare speaks of the spindrift: “And in the -visitation of the winds who take the ruffian billows by the top, -curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them with deaf’ning -clamours in the slippery clouds.” - -“King Henry VI.,” Act V., Scene 1, has this line full of knowledge -of sea usage: “Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.” Here -is a plain allusion to the ancient custom whereby all ships of any -other nation, as well as all merchant ships, were compelled to lower -their sails in courtesy to British ships of war. The picture given in -“Richard III.,” Act I., Scene 4, of the sea-bed does not call for so -much wonder, for the condition of that secret place of the sea must -have had peculiar fascination for such a mind as Shakespeare’s. Set -in those few lines he has given us a vision of the deeps of the sea -that is final. - -A wonderful passage is to be found in “Cymbeline,” Act III., Scene 1, -that seems to have been strangely neglected, where the Queen tells -Cymbeline to remember-- - - “The natural bravery of your isle; which stands - As Neptune’s park, ribbed and palèd in - With rocks unscaleable and roaring waters; - With sands that will not bear your enemies’ boats, - But suck them up to the top-mast.” - -And again, in the same scene, Cloten speaks of the Romans finding us -in our “salt-water girdle.” - -But no play of Shakespeare’s, except “The Tempest,” smacks so smartly -of the brine as “Pericles,” the story of that much enduring Prince -of Tyre whose nautical mishaps are made to have such a miraculously -happy ending. In Act II., Scene 1, enter Pericles, wet, invoking -Heaven that the sea having manifested its sovereignty over man, -may grant him one last boon,--a peaceful death. To him appear three -fishermen characteristically engaged in handling their nets, bullying -one another, and discussing the latest wreck. And here we get a bit -of sea-lore that all sailors deeply appreciate. “_3rd Fish._ Nay, -master, said not I as much, when I saw the porpus how he bounced and -tumbled? they say, they are half fish, half flesh; a plague on them! -they ne’er come but I look to be wash’d.” Few indeed are the sailors -even in these steamship days who have not heard that the excited -leaping of porpoises presages a storm. The whole scene well deserves -quotation, especially the true description of the whale (rorqual) -“driving the poor fry before him and at last devours them all at -a mouthful.” Space presses, however, and it will be much better -for those interested to read for themselves. Act III., Scene 1, -brings before us a companion picture to that in the opening of “The -Tempest,” perhaps even more vivid; where the terrible travail of the -elements is agonisingly contrasted with the birth-wail of an infant, -and the passing of the hapless Princess. Beautiful indeed is the -rough but honest heartening offered by the labouring sailors, broken -off by the sea-command to-- - - “_1st Sailor._ Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? - Blow and split thyself. - - _2nd Sailor._ But sea-room, an’ the brine and cloudy billow kiss - the moon, I care not.” - -Bolins, modern “bowlines,” were anciently used much more than now. -At present they are slight ropes which lead from forward to keep -the weather edges (leaches) of the courses rigid in light winds -when steering full and bye. But in olden days even topgallant sails -had their bolins, and they were among the most important ropes in -the ship. Then we have the sea-superstition creating the deepest -prejudice against carrying a corpse. And, sympathetic as the mariners -are, the dead woman must “overboard straight.” Reluctantly we must -leave this all too brief sketch of Shakespeare’s true British -sea-sympathies, in the hope that it may lead to a deeper appreciation -of the sea-lore of our mightiest poet. - - - - - THE SKIPPER OF THE “AMULET” - - -It has been my lot, in the course of a fairly comprehensive -experience of sea-life in most capacities between lamp-trimmer and -chief officer, to serve under some queer commanders, but of all -that I ever endured, the worthy of whom I am about to tell was, -without doubt, the most amazing specimen. I have been told, on good -authority, that the tag about fact being stranger than fiction is all -bosh, but for once I am going to disregard that statement. No fiction -that I have ever read has told me anything half so strange, in my -poor judgment, as the career of Captain Jones during the time that I -was unfortunate enough to be his mate, and therefore I shall stick -to fact, at least as much of it as I can tell that will be fit for -publication. - -In order to launch my story fairly it is necessary to go back a -little. On my return to London from my last voyage, with a pay-day -of some £20, I had done two important things, though with the easy -confidence of youth, and especially seafaring youth, their gravity -had not impressed me. I got married and “passed” for chief mate. -Neither my wife nor myself had a friend in the world, any certain -employment or a stick of “plenishing.” And after a honeymoon of -a day or two the tiny group of sovereigns nestling at the bottom -of my right-hand trousers pocket dwindled so that I could hardly -jingle them. There were plenty of ships in London at the time, but -although I walked the soles fairly off my boots around the dreary -docks never a one could I find where a second mate even was wanted. -I found a good many where the officers were foreigners; Germans -or Scandinavians; still more “where they didn’t keep the officers -by the ship in dock,” and one day I was offered a _chance_ to go -first mate of a 1500 ton tramp to the Baltic at £5 a month! In -spite of the shameful inadequacy of the salary I rushed off to the -Surrey Commercial Docks after the berth, and arrived on board of -her breathless, only to find that another man had got to windward -of me, having earlier information. Sadly I trudged back again -and recommenced my search, my funds all but gone and no credit -obtainable. But now I couldn’t even get a ship before the mast! Gangs -of ruffianly dock-wallopers fought like tigers at the “chain-locker,” -whenever a skipper seeking a hand or two poked his head out of -one of the doors, flourishing their discharges (?) in the air as -they surged around the half-scared man. Anxious and indeed almost -despairing as I was, I could not compete with that crowd, and I don’t -believe I should ever have got a ship, but that one day a stalwart, -pleasant-faced man opened the door. When the gang began to mob him -he roared, “I don’ want navvies--I want a sailor-man: git t’ hell -out o’ that, and let one o’ them behind ye come here.” Instantly I -flung myself into the crowd and thrust my way up to him. He took my -proffered discharge, but handed it back at once saying, “I don’t -want no steamboat sailors.” He didn’t understand the thing, being a -Nova Scotiaman. I screamed back the truth at him, and pushed my way -past him into the office, my heart fairly thumping with excitement -at the prospect of £3 a month to go to Nova Scotia in the middle -of winter. I winced a little when I found that she was only a -brigantine, but the advance note for £3 was such a godsend that I -could only be thankful. - -Of the passage across in the _Wanderer_ I need say nothing here -except that the sea kindliness of the little craft (the smallest I -had ever sailed in) amazed me, while, except for a disaster in the -shape of a cook, the general conditions of life on board were most -comfortable. After twenty days we arrived at Sydney, Cape Breton, -and upon entering the harbour noticed a vessel lying disconsolately -apart from the little fleet at anchor there. She was a brig belonging -to Workington, exactly like an exaggerated barge as to her hull, -and bearing all over unmistakable evidences of utter neglect. In -fact her general appearance suggested nothing so much to me as the -nondescript craft common on the Indian coast, and called by sailors -“country-wallahs.” She provided us with plenty of material for our -evening chat, but in the morning other matters claimed our attention -and we soon forgot all about her. As we had come over in ballast -our stay was to be short, and on the second day after our arrival -news came that we were to proceed to Lingan, a small port down the -coast, in the morning, and there load soft coal for St. John, New -Brunswick. But, much to my surprise, just after supper, as I was -leaning over the rail enjoying my pipe, the mate approached me -mysteriously and beckoned me aft. As soon as we were out of hearing -of the other men, he told me that if I liked to put my dunnage over -into the boat, he would pull me ashore, the skipper having intimated -his willingness to let me go, although unable to discharge me in the -regular way. He had heard that there was a vessel in the harbour in -want of a mate, and hoped that thus I might be able to better myself. -Being quite accustomed to all vicissitudes of fortune I at once -closed with the offer, and presently found myself on the beach of -this strange place without one cent in my pocket, in utter darkness -and a loneliness like that of some desert island. - -I sat quite still for some little time, trying to sum up the -situation, but the night being very cold, I had to move or get -benumbed. Leaving my bag and bed where it was I groped my way into -the town, and after about a quarter of an hour’s stumbling along -what I afterwards found was the main street, I saw a feeble light. -Making for it at once I discovered a man standing at the door of a -lowly shanty smoking, the light I had seen proceeding from a tallow -candle flickering in the interior. Receiving my salutation with gruff -heartiness the man bade me welcome to such shelter as he had, so -I lugged my dunnage up and entered. He showed me an ancient squab -whereon I might lie, and closing the street door bade me good night, -disappearing into some mysterious recess in a far corner. I composed -myself for sleep, but the place was simply alive with fleas, which, -tasting fresh stranger, gave me a lively time. Before morning I was -bitterly envious of the other occupant of the room, who lay on the -bare floor in a drunken stupor, impervious to either cold or vermin. -At the first gleam of dawn I left, taking a brisk walk until somebody -was astir in the place, when I soon got quarters in a boarding-house. -Then as early as possible I made for the shipping office, finding to -my surprise that the vessel in want of a mate was the ancient relic -that had so much amused us as we entered the harbour. After a good -deal of searching, the commander of her was found--a bluff, red-faced -man with a watery, wandering eye, whose first words betrayed him -for a Welshman. He was as anxious to get a mate as I was to get a -ship, so we were not long coming to terms--£6 per month. Her name I -found was the _Amulet_, last from Santos, and now awaiting a cargo -of coal for St. John, New Brunswick. No sooner had I signed articles -than the skipper invited me to drink with him, and instantly became -confidential. But as he had already been drinking pretty freely, -and even his sober English was no great things, I was not much the -wiser for our conference. However, bidding him good day, I went on -board and took charge, finding the old rattletrap in a most miserable -condition, the second mate in a state of mutiny, and the crew doing -just whatever they pleased. I had not been on board an hour before I -was in possession of the history of their adventures since leaving -England eighteen months before. I found too that I was the fourth -mate that voyage, and judging from appearances I thought it unlikely -that I should be the last. As soon as he had finished unburdening -himself to me, the second mate, who seemed a decent fellow enough, -started to pack up, swearing in both Welsh and English that he was -finished with her. Of course I had no means of preventing him from -going even if I had wished to do so, and away he went. Then I turned -my attention to the ship, finding the small crew (seven all told) -desperately sullen, but still willing to obey my orders. Oh, but -she was a wreck, and so dirty that I hardly knew whether it was -worth while attempting to cleanse her. There was abundance of good -fresh food though, and one of the men helped the grimy muttering -Welsh lad who was supposed to be the cook, so that the meals were -at least eatable. According to my orders I was to report progress -to the skipper every morning at his hotel, and next morning I paid -him a visit. I found him in bed, although it was eleven o’clock, -with a bottle of brandy sticking out from under his pillow and -quite comfortably drunk. He received my remarks with great gravity, -graciously approving of what I had done, and assuring me that he -was very ill indeed. I left him so, thinking deeply over my queer -position, and returned on board to find the second mate back again -in a furious rage at not being able to get at the “old man,” but -resigned to going with us to St. John as a passenger. Well, as time -went on I managed to get her in some sort of trim, received the cargo -on board, bent the sails, and made all ready for sea, the second mate -lolling at his ease all day long or in his bunk asleep. Every morning -I saw the skipper, always in bed and always drunk. Thus three weeks -passed away. When the vessel had been a week ready for sea, during -most of which time a steady fair wind for our departure had been -blowing, I had a visitor. After a few civil questions he told me he -was the agent, and proposed giving the captain one day longer in -which to clear out, failing which he would on his own responsibility -send the vessel to sea without him. I of course raised no objection, -but seized the opportunity to get a few pounds advance of wages -which I at once despatched home to my wife. The agent’s threat was -effectual, for at noon the next day my commander came on board -accompanied by a tugboat which towed us out to sea, although a fair -wind was blowing. No sooner had the pilot left us to our own devices -than Captain Jones retired to his bunk, and there he remained, -his cabin no bad representation of a miniature Malebolge. Details -impossible. - -Unfortunately I had so severely injured my left hand that I could -not use it at all, and the second mate, though perfectly friendly -with me, would do nothing but just keep a look-out while I got some -sleep; he wouldn’t even trim sail. The first day out I took sights -for longitude by the chronometer, which I had kept regularly wound -since I had been on board, but I found to my horror that it had been -tampered with, and was utterly useless. It was now the latter end of -November, fogs and gales were of everyday occurrence, the currents -were very strong and variable, and I was on an utterly strange coast -in command for the first time in my life. When I saw the sun, which -was seldom, I thought myself lucky to get the latitude, and Sable -Island under my lee with its diabolical death-traps haunted me -waking and sleeping. My only hope of escaping disaster was in the -cod-schooners, which, as much at home in those gloomy, stormy waters -as a cabman in London streets, could always be relied on to give one -a fairly accurate position. Then the rotten gear aloft kept giving -out, and there was nothing to repair it with, while the half-frozen -men could hardly be kept out of their little dog-hole at all. Only -one man in the ship was having a good time, and that was the skipper. -Hugging a huge jar of “chain lightning” brandy he never wanted -anything else, and no one ever went near him except the poor little -scalawag of a cook, who used to rate him in Welsh until the discord -was almost deafening. But if I were to tell fairly the story of that -trip round Nova Scotia it would take a hundred pages. So I must hurry -on to say that we _did_ reach St. John by God’s especial mercy, and -laid her alongside the wharf. - -I am afraid I shall hardly be believed when I say that Captain Jones -reappeared on deck at once and went ashore, promising to return by -six o’clock. Now the tide rises and falls in St. John’s over thirty -feet, so when night came the _Amulet_ was resting on the mud, and -the edge of the wharf was very nearly level with our main-top. I had -prepared a secure gangway with a bright lantern for my superior’s -return, but about eleven o’clock that night he strolled down and -walked calmly over the edge of the wharf where the gangway was not. -All hands were aroused by his frantic cries of “Misser Bewlon, -Misser Bewlon, for Gaw’ sake safe my lyve!” After much search we -found him and hoisted him on board out of the mud in which he was -embedded to the armpits. No bones were broken, and next day he was -well enough to climb ashore and get into a conveyance which took -him up town to another “hotel.” A repetition of the tactics of -Sydney now set in, except that I did not visit him so frequently. -The second mate and one of the men got their discharge out of him -and left us, in great glee at their escape. Then I think some one -must have remonstrated with him whose words were not to be made -light of, for one day he came on board and tried to get all hands -to sign a paper that he had got drawn up, certifying that he was a -strictly sober man! He was _so_ hurt at their refusal. Finally he -re-embarked, bringing a tugboat and pilot with him as before, and the -startling news that we were to tow right across the Bay of Fundy and -up the Basin of Minas to Parrsboro’, but no sooner were we abreast -of Partridge Island than again my commander disappeared below. All -through the night the panting tug toiled onward with us, the pilot -remaining at his post till dawn. Fortunately for my peace of mind -I knew little about the perilous navigation of this great bay, the -home of the fiercest tides in the world. But when, drawing near Cape -Blomidon, I saw the rate at which we were being hurled along by the -fury of the inrushing flood, I felt profoundly thankful that the -responsibility for our safety was not upon me. However, we arrived -intact that afternoon and proceeded up the river, which was as -crooked as a ram’s horn, and only began to have any water in its bed -when it was half flood outside. As we neared the village the pilot -asked me to what wharf we were going, as we could not lay in the dry -river bed. I knew no more than he did, and neither of us could shake -any sense into the unconscious skipper. So we tied her up to the -first jetty we came to, and pilot and tugboat took their departure. -There was a fine to-do when the wharfinger heard of our arrival, and -I had to go up to the village and ask all round for information as -to where we were to lie. I got instructions at last, and shifted to -a berth where we were allowed to remain. Next day the old man went -ashore again, saying nothing to me, and I remained in ignorance of -his whereabouts for ten days. Meanwhile lumber began to arrive for -us, and a scoundrelly stevedore came on board with the skipper’s -authority to stow the cargo. He and I quickly came to loggerheads, -for I did not at all fancy the way he was “blowing her up,” and the -dread of our winter passage to Europe lay heavy upon me. But I found -that all power to interfere with him was taken out of my hands, and I -just had to stand by and see potential murder being done. - -At last one day at dinner-time the old man paid us a visit, -characteristically announcing himself by falling between the -vessel and the wharf into the ice-laden water. Of course he wasn’t -hurt--didn’t even get a chill, but he was taken back to his “hotel,” -and came no more to see us. With the completion of our deck-load my -patience was exhausted, and as soon as she was ready for sea, I -hunted him up and demanded my discharge. I felt prepared to take all -reasonable risks, but to cross the Atlantic in December with a vessel -like a top-heavy bladder under me, and myself the sole officer, was -hardly good enough. Of course he wouldn’t release me, and the upshot -was, to cut my yarn short, that I remained ashore penniless, while he -towed back to St. John, engaged another unfortunate mate, and after -a week’s final spree, sailed for home. As I had expected, she got no -farther than the mouth of the Bay of Fundy. There her old bones were -finally broken up in a howling snowstorm, in which several of the -crew were frozen to death, but he escaped to worry better men again. - -Two years after in the Court of Queen’s Bench we met again, when I -arose, the one essential witness to his misdoings, and made him feel -as if my turn had come at last. - - - - - AMONG THE ENCHANTED ISLES - - -Enchained by the innumerable complexities of modern city existence, -how strangely, how sweetly, do the dreams of roaming amid isles of -perpetual summer come to the pale slave of civilisation. Leaning -back in his office chair, the pen drops idly from his relaxed -fingers, while the remorseless hum from the human hive without loses -its distinctive note and becomes by some strange transmutation the -slumberous murmur of snowy surf upon far-off coral shores. The dim -ceiling, that so often has seemed to press upon his brain like the -load of Atlas, melts upward into a celestial canopy of a blue so deep -and pure that it is the last expression of the Infinite. - - * * * * * - -On the wings of fancy, swifter and more easeful than those of the -albatross, he is wafted to those fairy shores where Nature smiles -in changeless youth and winterless glow. Through every weary sinew -thrills the bright message of life, the unconscious outcome of -perfect health absorbed from perfect surroundings. He is back again -in the days of the world’s infancy, feeling his mid-millennial -vigour bounding in every pulse, flooding every artery. In -cunningly-fashioned canoe, with grass-woven sails, he floats upon the -radiant sea, so like to the heaven above that his gliding shallop -seems to swing through the boundless ether, a sprite, a fay of the -fruitful brain. - -Then as the flood-tide of living bubbles over the brim of restraint -he lifts a mighty voice, a full-throated cry of joy wherein is no -speech nor language, only exultant music welling up from deeps of -fathomless satisfaction. He springs erect, with flashing eyes, and -rolling muscles heaving under his shining skin, such a figure as, -made in His own glorious image, the Master gazed upon--and, behold, -it was very good. Far below him swim the gorgeous sea-folk, each -ablaze with colour, living jewels enhanced by their setting. In mazy -evolutions full of grace they woo him to join in their play, to -explore with them the splendours of the coral groves, to wreath about -his majestic form the tender festoons of sea-flowers and deck himself -with glowing shells. - -Like a dolphin he dives, deeper and deeper as with grasping hands -he overcomes the resisting waters. Deeper and deeper yet until the -fervent sunshine is suffused into a milder, tenderer light, and -everything around is enwrapped in a beauty-mist, a glamorous illusion -that melts all angles into curves of loveliness. He enters into the -palaces of the deep, and all the skill of Titanic builders on earth -becomes to his mind a thing of naught. Interminable rows of columns, -all symmetrical, each perfect in beauty, yet none alike, are arrayed -before him; massy architraves, domes light-springing from their -piers as bubbles, yet in circumference so vast that their limits -are lost in shadow, slender spires of pearl, soaring upward like -vapour-wreaths: and all interwoven with the wondrous design a fairy -tracery of stone, appearing light and luminous as sea foam. The happy -living things troop forth to meet him and sweep in many a delicate -whirl around until, recalled by the need of upper air, he waves them -farewell and ascends. - -Oh! the fierce delight of that swift upward rush, the culminating -ecstasy as he bounds into the palpitating air above and lies, so -softly cradled, upon the limpid wave! There for a season he floats, -drinking deep of the brine-laden air, every touch of the sea a -caress, every heart-beat a well-spring of pleasure. Then with a -shout he hurls himself forward as if he too were a free citizen of -the ocean, emulating with almost equal grace the sinuous spring of -the porpoise and the marvellous succession of curves presented by -the overwhelming whale. He claims kindred with them all, embraces -them; clinging lovingly to their smooth sides he frolics with them, -rejoicing in the plenitude of their untainted strength. - -Before him rise the islands, mounds of emerald cresting bases -of silver sand. Willowy palm-trees dip their roots in the warm -wavelets and rear their tufted coronets on high. Darker-leaved, the -orange-trees droop their branches shot with golden gleams where -the fruit hangs heavily, filling the gentle air with fragrance. -Bright-plumaged birds flash amongst the verdure; along the -glittering shores rest placidly the sea-fowl returned from their -harvesting and comforting their fluffy broods. With huge steps -he strides shorewards, and springing lightly from the sand, he -reaches in a dozen bounds the crown of the loftiest palm, whose -thickly-clustering fruit bids him drink and drink again. - -The island folk dread him not; fear has not yet visited those sunny -shores. And as he was with the sea-people so is he with their -compeers on land, a trusted playfellow, a creature perfect in glory -and beauty, able to vie with them in their superb activities, their -amazing play of vigour, their abounding joy in the plentiful gifts of -Nature. - -After those sunny gambols, how sweet the rest on yielding couch of -leaves, fanned by sweet zephyrs laden with the subtle scents of -luxuriant flowers, and lulled by the slumber-song of the friendly -sea. Around him, with drooping wing, nestle the birds; the bejewelled -insects hush their busy songs into tenderest murmurs, the green -leaves hang in unrustling shade, noiselessly waving over him a cool -breath. There is peace and sleep. - -“Awake, O laggard!” cry the birds; “awake and live! Joy comes anew. -Love and life and strength are calling us, and every sense answers -triumphantly. Sweet is the dawn when the splendid sun springs skyward -and the quiet night steals away; sweet is the strength of noonday, -when downward he sends his shafts of life-giving flame, and we lie -in the shade renewing from his exhaustless stores of energy our -well-spent strength. But sweetest of all the time when, his majestic -ascension accomplished, our sun sweeps westward to his ocean-bed, -and all his children hasten to revel in his tempered beams until he -hides his glorious face for a season, and night brings her solemn -pleasures.” - -Swift upspringing the man answers gladly to the call. And forth -to meet him come a joyous band of his fellows, their dancing feet -scarce touching the earth. Not a weakling among them. Men and women -and children alike clean-limbed and strong, with sparkling eyes and -perfect gestures. Their nude shapes shine like burnished bronze with -natural unguents, their white and well-set teeth glitter as they -laugh whole-heartedly, their black, abundant hair is entwined with -scarlet hibiscus, and their voices ring musical and full. They do not -walk--they bound, they spring, and toss their arms in wildest glee. - -Surrounding him, they bear him away to where a crystal river rushes -headlong down through a valley of velvet green to cast itself -tumultuously over a cliff-lip forty feet into the sea. As it -approaches its leap the translucent waters whirl faster and faster -in rising wreaths and ridges of dazzling white, until in one snowy -mass, crowned with a pearly mist, it hurls itself into the smooth -blue depths below. With one accord the wildly gambolling band hurl -themselves into those limpid waters some hundreds of yards above -the fall. As on softest couch they glide swiftly along, their peals -of laughter echoing multitudinously from the green bosoms of the -adjacent hills. - -Faster and faster still they are borne onward until, singly and in -groups, they flash out into the sunshine and plunge into the awaiting -ocean. So swiftly do they pass that it seems but a breathing space -since, far inland, they sprang from the banks into the river, and -they now lie in blissful content upon the quiet sea, every nerve -tingling from that frantic, headlong flight. Then, like the care-free -children of Nature that they are, they abandon themselves to their -wild sea-sports, outdoing the fabled Nereids. Around them gather in -sympathy the gorgeous dolphins, the leisurely sharks, the fun-loving -porpoises, while over their heads dart incessantly in arrowy flight -glittering squadrons of flying-fish. - -So they frolic untiringly until, by one impulse moved, they all dash -off to where, outside the enormous headland of black rock which -shelters the little bay, the vast and solemn ocean swell comes -rolling shoreward, towering higher as it comes, until, meeting the -bright beach, it raises itself superbly in one magnificent curve of -white, and dashes against the firm-set earth with a deep note as of -far-off thunder. - -The merry players range themselves in line and swim seaward to meet -the next wave as it comes. Diving beneath it they reappear upon its -creaming shoulders, and by sheer skill balance there, elated almost -beyond bearing by the pace of their mighty steed. Higher and higher -they rise, clothed by the hissing foam, until from its summit they -spring to land and race to the woods. - -Only a breathing space passes, and again they come rushing shoreward -to where a mimic fleet of light canoes lies covered with boughs to -shield them from the sun. As if time were all important, they fling -the leaves aside and rush the frail craft into the water, springing -in as they glide afloat. Two by two they sail away, an occasional -persuasive touch of the paddles sufficing to guide and propel them -whithersoever they will. - -The sun is nearing the western edge of their world, and his slanting -beams are spreading lavishly over the silken waters broad bands of -rich and swiftly changing colour. A hush that is holy is stealing -over all things, a stillness so profound that the light splash of -a flying-fish tinkles clear as a tiny bell. The happy people float -along in a delicious languor, feasting their eyes upon the doubled -beauty of the landscape near the shore, where the line dividing the -reality from its reflection cannot be discerned. - -Beneath them are constantly changing pictures no less lovely, the -marvellous surfaces of the living coral with all its wealth of tinted -anemones and brilliantly-decked fish of all shapes and all hues. -Carried by the imperceptible current, they pass swiftly, silently, -from scene to scene, over depths so profound that the waters are -almost blue-black, and as suddenly coming upon a submarine grove of -rigid coral trees, whose topmost branches nearly break through the -placid surface. - -Presently the sun is gone, and the tender veil of night comes -creeping up from the East. Already the Evening Star, like a -minute moon, is sending a long thread of silver over the purpling -sea. Beneath the waters the sea-folk have begun their nightly -illumination, and overhead are peeping out, one by one, the vedettes -of the night. Bird and beast and fish have ceased their play, and a -gentle wind arises. The canoes glide shoreward noiselessly, and the -voyagers seek through scented pathways their leafy homes. - - * * * * * - -“Poor fellow, you look a bit stale and overworked! You ought to run -down to the seaside for a week!” - -And the suddenly-awakened clerk starts up, muttering a -half-intelligible apology to his employer, who stands regarding him -with a look of pity. But for a few fleeting moments he has been -perfectly happy. - - - - - SOCIABLE FISH - - -In one of the most charming chapters of that truly charming book, -Gilbert White’s “Natural History of Selborne,” the gentle author -tells of some strange instances of sociability among the denizens of -the farmyard, a craving for companionship that brought into intimate -acquaintanceship such widely differing animals as a horse and a -hen, a doe and some cattle. This, as a proof that loneliness is an -abnormal condition of life even among the lesser intelligences of -creation, “gives to think,” as our neighbours say; but probably few -people would imagine that the same desire for society obtains even -among the inhabitants of the deep and wide sea. - -I do not now speak of such gregarious fish as compose the great -shoals that beneficently visit the shallower waters washing populous -countries, from whose innumerable multitudes whole nations may be -fed without making any appreciable diminution in their apparently -infinite numbers; but of those more varied and widely scattered -species that are to be found near the sea-surface all over the ocean. -In the ordinary routine of modern passenger traffic no observation -of these truly deep-sea fish is possible, for, in the first place, -the breathless panting of the propeller fills them with dread of -the swiftly-gliding monster whose approach it heralds; and in the -next, the would-be observer has no time to catch even a glimpse of -the inhabitants of that teeming world beneath him with, perhaps, the -exception of a rapidly-passing school of porpoises or the hurried -vision of a sea-shouldering whale. - -No, for the deliberate observation necessary in order to know -something of the sea-people a sailing-ship must be chosen, the -slower the better, one wherein may be felt to its fullest extent -by the mindless, sightless passenger the “intolerable tedium of a -long voyage.” In such a ship as this the student of marine natural -history, provided he be not responsible to stern owners for the -length of his passage, will welcome with great delight the solemn -hush of the calm, when the windless dome above him is filled with -perfect peace, and the shining circle upon which he floats is like -the pupil of God’s eye. Then, leaning over the taffrail, looking -earnestly down into the crystalline blue, you may see the bottom of -the ship without visible support as if poised in a sky of deeper -blue and more limpid atmosphere. The parasitic life that has already -attached itself to the vessel is all busy living. Barnacles with -their long, glutinous feet-stalks waving in imperceptible motion, are -expanding from between their shells delicate fringes of brown, that, -all eyes to see and hands to hold, allow nothing that can feed them -to pass them by. And as they flex themselves inward with the supplies -they have drawn from the apparently barren water, you can fancy that -the pearly whiteness of the shells gleams with a brighter lustre as -of satisfaction. The dull-hued limpets, like pustules breaking out -upon the ship’s sheathing, may also be discerned, but less easily, -because they have such a neutral tint, and love to nestle amongst a -tangle of dank, deep-green sea-moss, that, except where the light -from above breaks obliquely down upon it, looks almost black. - -But a little patient watching will reveal a set of tiny arms -forth-darting from the irregular opening in the apex of each -limpet-cone. They, too, are busy continually, arresting every morsel, -invisible to feeble human sight, that comes within their reach, and -passing it within for the up-keep of the compact, self-contained -residence. And there, can it be possible, at all this distance from -land? It is not only possible but undeniable that there is a _crab_, -an impudent, inquisitive little tangle of prying claws surrounding -a disc about the size of a shilling. He strolls about in leisurely -fashion, but making a track at all sorts of angles, among the living -fixtures, skirting each barnacle or limpet with a ludicrous air of -contempt, as it seems. You can almost imagine him saying: “I never -saw such a lot of dead-an’-alive ornaments in my life. Say! how -d’you like stoppin’ in the same old spot for ever an’ ever?” But, -impervious to his rudeness, the busy creatures never cease their one -set of movements, utterly ignoring his very existence. You cannot -help but wonder what becomes of that little crab when the ship begins -to move, for you know that he can’t possibly hold on against the -tremendous brushing past of the water. He isn’t built for that. - -The other parasites, whether animal or vegetable, have, you notice, -been busy for who shall say how long adapting themselves to every -condition of their dependent life, so that now, whatever motion -be made by the ship, they present to the onrush of the water just -the right angle of surface that will allow it to slip over them -easily, while at the same time they are always in a position to -levy contributions. There is a puzzling lead-coloured streak along -the copper near the keel to which your eye returns again and again, -for although it will persist in looking like a place whence a strip -of sheathing has been torn, there is yet a suggestion of quivering -life about it which is certainly not the tremulous outline given to -every inanimate object under water. Suddenly your doubts are set at -rest--the mystery is solved. The steward has cast over the side some -fragments of food that settle slowly downwards, turning over and -over as they sink and catching the diffused light at every point, -so that they sparkle like gems. As they pass the almost motionless -keel the leaden-looking streak suddenly detaches itself, and, almost -startlingly revealed as a graceful fish, intercepts and swallows -those morsels one after the other. You fetch a few more fragments, -and, dropping them one by one, entice your new acquaintance nearer -the surface, so that you may admire the easy grace of every movement, -and study at your leisure the result of this creature’s development -along certain lines of inventiveness. - -It is a _Remora_, or “sucker,” a species of shark that never exceed -a dozen pounds in weight. Having all the shark’s usual qualities -of slothfulness, voracity, and timorousness, it is prevented from -becoming ferocious also by its limitations of size and the feebleness -of its teeth. And as it would be hopeless for it to attempt to prey -upon other fish while they are alive, from its lack of the requisite -speed as well as from the scarcity of fish of sufficiently small size -in the deep waters which are its abiding-place, it has developed a -parasitic habit, which saves it a whole world of trouble by insuring -its protection, economising exertion, and keeping it in the midst -of a plentiful food-supply. All these objects are attained in the -simplest manner possible, aided by an unfailing instinct guiding the -creature in its selection of an involuntary host. - -On the top of its head, which is perfectly flat, it has developed -an arrangement which has, perhaps, the most artificial appearance -of anything found in animated Nature. It is in plan an oblong oval, -with a line running along its middle, to which other diagonal lines, -perfectly parallel to each other, extend from the outer edge. The -whole thing is curiously like the non-slipping tread moulded upon the -soles of many lawn-tennis shoes. This strangely patterned contrivance -is really an adhesive attachment of such strength that, when by its -means the fish is holding on to any plane surface, it is impossible -to drag the body away, except by almost tearing the fish in half. Yet -by the flexing of some simple muscles the fish can release its body -instantly, or as instantly re-attach itself. Of course, it always -adheres to its host with its head pointing in the same direction as -the host usually travels, because in that manner the pressure of -the water assists the grip of the sucker and keeps the whole body -lying flatly close to whatever is carrying it along. In this position -it can perform all the natural functions. Its wide mouth gapes; -its eyes, set one on either side of its flattened head, take in a -most comprehensive view of the prospect, so that nothing having the -appearance of edibility can pass that way without being seen and, -if the speed of its host admits, immediately investigated. Thus its -sociability is obviously of the most selfish kind. It sticketh closer -than a brother, but affection for its protecting companion forms no -part of its programme. Its number is, emphatically, One. - -I have used the word “host” intentionally, because the remora does -not by any means limit its company to ships. It is exceedingly fond -of attaching itself to the body of a whale, and also to some of the -larger sharks. Indeed, it goes a step further than mere outward -attachment in the latter case, because well-authenticated instances -are recorded where several suckers have been found clinging to a -huge shark’s palate. This is another stage on the way to perfect -parasitism, because under such circumstances these daring lodgers -needed not to detach themselves any more. They had only to intercept -sufficient food for their wants on its way from the front door to -the interior departments. I have also seen them clinging to the jaw -of a sperm whale, but that jaw was not in working order. It was bent -outwards at right angles to the body, and afforded harbourage to a -most comprehensive collection of parasites, barnacles especially, -giving the front elevation of that whale an appearance utterly unlike -anything with life. - -But John Chinaman has outwitted the superlatively lazy remora. By -what one must regard as a triumph of ingenuity he has succeeded -in converting the very means whereby this born-tired fish usually -escapes all necessity for energy into an instrument for obtaining -gain for other people. The mode is as follows: First catch your -remora. No difficulty here. A hook and line of the simplest, a bait -of almost anything that looks eatable lowered by the side of a ship, -and if there be a sucker hidden there he will be after the lure -instantly. The only skill necessary is to haul him up swiftly when he -bites, because if he be allowed to get hold of the ship again you may -pull the hook out of his jaws, but you will not succeed in detaching -him. Having caught a remora, the fisherman fastens a brass ring -closely round its body, just at its smallest part before the spread -of the tail. To this he attaches a long, fine, and strong line. He -then departs for the turtle grounds with his prisoner. Arriving there -he confines himself to keeping the remora away from the bottom of his -boat by means of a bamboo. Of course the captive gets very tired, and -no turtle can pass within range of him without his hanging on to that -turtle for a rest. The moment he does so the turtle’s fate is sealed. -Struggle how he may, he cannot shake loose the tenacious grip of the -sucker, and the stolid yellow man in the sampan has only to haul in -upon the line to bring that unwilling turtle within range of his -hands and lift him into the boat. And this ingenious utilisation of -the sucker’s well-known peculiarity has also commended itself to the -semi-barbarous fishermen of the East African littoral, who are not -otherwise notable for either ingenuity or enterprise. - -Before we dismiss the remora to his beloved rest again it is worthy -of notice that he himself gives unwilling hospitality to another -sociable creature. It is a little crustacean, rather like an -exaggerated woodlouse, but without the same power of curling itself -into a ball. It is of a pearly white colour, very sluggish in its -movements, but with tenacious hooks upon its many legs it holds on -securely to the inside of the sucker’s mouth near the gill-slits, -being there provided with all the needs of its existence, without -the slightest effort of its own. Its chief interest to naturalists -lies in its strange likeness to the fossil trilobites so plentifully -scattered among various geological strata. - -But while you have been watching the remora a visitor from the vast -openness around has arrived, as if glad of the society afforded by -the ship. Yet in this case the idea seems a fond conceit, because -the new-comer is only a “jelly-fish,” or “Medusa.” It is really an -abuse of language to use the word “fish” in connection with such an -almost impalpable entity as the Medusa, because while a fish is an -animal high up the scale of the vertebrata, a Medusa is almost at -the bottom of the list of created things. When floating in the sea -it is an exceedingly pretty object, with its clear, mushroom-shaped -disc uppermost, and long fringe of feathery filaments, sometimes -delicately coloured, waving gracefully beneath with each pulsation of -the whole mass. It has no power of independent locomotion, no--but, -there, it is not easy to say what it _has_ got, since if you haul one -up in a bucket and lay it on deck in the sun, it will melt entirely -away, leaving not a trace behind except two or three tiny morsels of -foreign matter which did not belong to its organism at all. Yet if -one of these masses of jelly comes into contact with your bare skin -it stings like a nettle, for it secretes, in some mysterious way, -an acrid fluid that serves it instead of many organs possessed by -further advanced creatures. As the present subject passes beneath -your gaze you notice quite a little cluster of tiny fish smaller even -than full-grown tittlebats, perhaps a dozen or so, who look strangely -forlorn in the middle of the ocean. It may be that this sense of -loneliness leads them to seek the shelter of something larger than -themselves, something which will be a sort of rallying-point in such -a wide world of waters. - -Perhaps the lovely streamers dangling have aroused their curiosity, -but, whatever the motive, you see the little group, huddled round the -Medusa, popping in and out from the edge of the disc, through which -you can plainly see them as they pass beneath. It is quite pretty to -watch those innocent games of the sportive little fish, but presently -you notice that one of them doesn’t play any more. He is entangled -among those elegant fringes and hangs like a little silver streak, -brightening and fading as it is turned by the pulsatory movement of -the Medusa. And if you could watch it long enough you would see it -gradually disappear, absorbed into the jelly-like substance by the -solvent secreted by the Medusa for that purpose. Still unconscious of -their companion’s fate, the other little victims continue to play in -that treacherous neighbourhood, voluntarily supplying the needs of -an organism immeasurably beneath them in the sum-total of all those -details that go to make up conscious life. - -Closely gathered about the rudder and stern-post is another group -of larger fish, the several individuals being from 4 in. to 8 in. -long, and most elegant in shape and colour. They evidently seek the -ship for protection, for they scarcely ever leave her vicinity for -more than 2 ft. or 3 ft. If one of them does dart away that distance -after some, to you, imperceptible morsel of food, it is back again -in a flash, sidling up to her sheathing closer than ever, as if -dreadfully alarmed at its own temerity. A small hook baited with a -fragment of meat will enable you to catch one if only you can get -it to fall close enough to the rudder--no easy matter, because of -the great overhang of the stern. In the old-fashioned ships, where -the rudder-head moved in a huge cavity called the rudder-trunk, I -have often caught them by dropping my hook down there, and very -sweet-eating little fish they were. Sailors call them “rudder-fish,” -a trivial name derived from their well-known habit, but they are -really a species of “caranx,” and akin to the mackerel tribe, which -has so many representatives among deep-water fish. They are, perhaps, -the most sociable of all the fish that visit a ship far out at sea; -but they present the same problem that the crab did a little while -ago: What becomes of them when a breeze springs up and the vessel -puts on speed? - -I have often watched them at the beginning of a breeze, swimming -steadily along by the side of the stern-post, so as to be clear of -the eddies raised by the rudder; but it was always evident that a -rate of over three knots would leave them astern very soon. Not less -curious is the speculation as to whence they come so opportunely. -There seems to be very few of them, yet an hour or two’s calm nearly -always shows a little company of them cowering in their accustomed -place. As you watch them wonderingly, a broad blaze of reflected -light draws your attention to the splendid shape of a dolphin gliding -past and exposing the silver shield of his side to the sun’s rays, -which radiate from it with an almost unbearable glare. At that -instant every one of the little fish beneath you gather into one -compact bunch, so close to the stern-post that they look as if part -of it. When they can no longer keep up with the ship’s protecting -bulk how do they escape the jaws of such beautiful ravenous monsters -as that which has just passed? The swift flying-fish cannot do so, -even with the swallow-like speed that he possesses and the power -of skimming through the air for a thousand yards at a flight. What -chance, then, can our shrinking little companions possibly have, -or how do they survive amidst so many enemies? It is an unsolvable -mystery. - -What is this cold grey shadow stealing along through the bright -blue water by the keel? A shark, and a big one too. No one doubts -the reason for _his_ sociability; in fact, he (or she) is credited -by most sailors with a most uncanny knowledge of what is going on -aboard any ship he chooses to honour with his company. We need not be -so foolish as to believe any of these childish stories, especially -when the obvious explanation lies so closely on the surface. Heredity -accounts for a great many things that have long been credited with -supernatural origins, and the shark’s attachment to the society of -ships is so plainly hereditary that the slightest thought upon the -subject will convince any unbiased person of the reasonableness of -the explanation. For many generations the shark, born scavenger that -he is, has learned to associate the huge shadow cast by a ship with -food, not perhaps in such mountainous abundance as that provided by -the carcass of a dead whale, but still scattering savoury morsels at -fairly regular intervals. From its earliest days--when, darting in -and out of its mother’s capacious jaws, it has shared in the spoil -descending from passing ships--to the end of what is often a very -long life, ships and food are inseparably associated in whatever -answers to its mind in the shark. Man, alive or dead, always makes -a welcome change of diet to a fish that, by reason of his build, is -unable to prey upon other fish as do the rest of his neighbours. - -As I have said elsewhere, the shark eats man because man is easy to -catch, not because he likes man’s flesh better than any other form -of food, as many landsmen and even sailors believe. But the shark -is only able to gratify his sociable instincts in calms or very -light airs. He is far too slothful, too constitutionally averse to -exertion, to expend his energies in the endeavour to keep up with -a ship going at even a moderate rate of speed. Let the wind drop, -however, and in few parts of the sea will you be without a visit from -a shark for many hours. In one vessel that I sailed in the skipper -had such a delicate nose that he could not bear the stench of the -water in which the day’s allowance of salt meat had been steeped to -get some of the pickle out of it. So he ordered a strong net to be -made of small rope, and into this the meat was put, the net secured -to a stout line, and hung over the stern just low enough to dip every -time the vessel curtsied. The plan answered admirably for some time, -until one night the wind fell to a calm, and presently the man at the -wheel heard a great splash behind him. He rushed to the taffrail and -looked over, just in time to see the darkness beneath all aglow with -phosphorescence, showing that some unusual agitation had recently -taken place. He ran to the net-lanyard, and, taking a good pull, fell -backward on deck, for there was nothing fast to it. Net and meat were -gone. The skipper was much vexed, of course, that the net hadn’t -been hauled up a little higher when it fell calm, for, as he told -the mate, anybody ought to know that 30 lbs. of salt pork dangling -overboard in a calm was enough to call a shark up from a hundred -miles away. - -As this particular shark, now sliding stealthily along the keel -towards the stern, becomes more clearly visible, you notice what -looks at first like a bright blue patch on top of his head. But, -strange to say, it is not fixed; it shifts from side to side, -backwards and forwards, until, as the big fish rises higher, you make -it out to be the pretty little caranx that shares with the crocodile -and buffalo birds the reputation of being the closest possible -companion and chum of so strangely diverse an animal to himself. And -now we are on debatable ground, for this question of the sociability -of the pilot-fish with the shark has been most hotly argued. And -perhaps, like the cognate question of the flight of flying-fish, it -is too much to hope that any amount of first-hand testimony will -avail to settle it now. Still, if a man will but honestly state -what he has _seen_, not once, but many times repeated, his evidence -ought to have some weight in the settlement of even the most vexed -questions. Does the pilot-fish love the shark? Does it even know -that the shark _is_ a shark, a slow, short-sighted, undiscriminating -creature whose chief characteristic is that of never-satisfied -hunger? In short, does the pilot-fish attach itself to the shark as -a pilot, with a definite object in view, or is the attachment merely -the result of accident? Let us see. - -Here is a big shark-hook, upon which we stick a mass of fat pork two -or three pounds in weight. Fastening a stout rope to it, we drop it -over the stern with a splash. The eddies have no sooner smoothed away -than we see the brilliant little blue and gold pilot-fish coming -towards our bait at such speed that we can hardly detect the lateral -vibrations of his tail. Round and round the bait he goes, evidently -in a high state of excitement, and next moment he has darted off -again as rapidly as he came. He reaches the shark, touches him with -his head on the nose, and comes whizzing back again to the bait, -followed sedately by the dull-coloured monster. As if impatient of -his huge companion’s slowness he keeps oscillating between him and -the bait until the shark has reached it and, without hesitation, -has turned upon his back to seize it, if such a verb can be used to -denote the deliberate way in which that gaping crescent of a mouth -enfolds the lump of pork. Nothing, you think, can increase the -excitement of the little attendant now. He seems ubiquitous, flashing -all round the shark’s jaws as if there were twenty of him at least. -But when half-a-dozen men, “tailing on” to the rope, drag the shark -slowly upward out of the sea, the faithful little pilot seems to go -frantic with--what shall we call it?--dread of losing his protector, -affection, anger, who can tell? - -The fact remains that during the whole time occupied in hauling the -huge writhing carcass of the shark up out of the water the pilot-fish -never ceases its distracted upward leaping against the body of its -departing companion. And after the shark has been hauled quite clear -of the water the bereaved pilot darts disconsolately to and fro about -the rudder as if in utter bewilderment at its great loss. For as -long as the calm continues, or until another shark makes his or her -appearance, that faithful little fish will still hover around, every -splash made in the water bringing it at top speed to the spot as if -it thought that its friend had just returned. - -No doubt there is a mutual benefit in the undoubted alliance between -pilot-fish and shark, for I have seen a pilot-fish take refuge, along -with a female shark’s tiny brood, within the parent’s mouth at the -approach of a school of predatory fish, while it is only reasonable -to suppose, what has often been proved to be the fact, that in -guiding the shark to food the pilot also has its modest share of the -feast. It is quite true that the pilot-fish will for a time attach -itself to a boat when its companion has been killed. Again and again -I have noticed this on a whaling voyage, where more sharks are killed -in one day while cutting in a whale than many sailors see during -their whole lives. - -Hitherto we have only considered those inhabitants of the deep sea -that forgather with a ship during a calm. Not that the enumeration -of them is exhausted, by any means, for during long-persisting -calms, as I have often recorded elsewhere, many queer denizens of -the middle depths of ocean are tempted by the general stagnation -to come gradually to the surface and visit the unfamiliar light. -Considerations of space preclude my dealing with many of these -infrequent visitors to the upper strata of the sea, but I cannot -refrain from mention of one or two that have come under my notice at -different times. One especially I tried for two days to inveigle by -various means, for I thought (and still think) that a stranger fish -was never bottled in any museum than he was. He was sociable enough, -too. I dare say his peculiar appearance was dead against his scraping -an acquaintance with any ordinary-looking fish, who, in spite of -their well-known curiosity, might well be excused from chumming up -with any such “sport” as he undoubtedly was. He was about 18 in. -long, with a head much like a gurnard and a tapering body resembling -closely in its contour that of a cod. So that as far as his shape -went there was nothing particularly _outré_ in his appearance. But he -was bright green in colour--at least, the ground of his colour-scheme -was bright green. He was dotted profusely with glaring crimson spots -about the size of a sixpence. And from the centre of each of these -spots sprang a brilliant blue tassel upon a yellow stalk about an -inch long. All his fins--and he had certainly double the usual -allowance--were also fringed extensively with blue filaments, which -kept fluttering and waving continually, even when he lay perfectly -motionless, as if they were all nerves. His tail was a wonderful -organ more than twice as large as his size warranted, and fringed, of -course, as all his other fins were, only more so. His eyes were very -large and inexpressive, dead-looking in fact, reminding me of eyes -that had been boiled. But over each of them protruded a sort of horn -of bright yellow colour for about two inches, at the end of which -dangled a copious tassel of blue that seemed to obscure the uncanny -creature’s vision completely. - -To crown all, a dorsal ridge of crimson rose quite two inches, the -whole length of his back being finished off by a long spike that -stuck out over his nose like a jibboom, and had the largest tassel -of all depending from it. So curiously decorated a fish surely -never greeted man’s eye before, and when he moved, which he did -with dignified slowness, the effect of all those waving fringes and -tassels was dazzling beyond expression. I think he must have been -some distant relation of the angler-fish that frequents certain tidal -rivers, but he had utilised his leisure for personal decoration upon -original lines. This was in the Indian Ocean, near the Line; but some -years after, in hauling up a mass of Gulf weed in the North Atlantic, -I caught, quite by accident, a tiny fish, not two inches long, that -strongly reminded me of my tasselled friend, and may have been one of -the same species. I tried to preserve the little fellow in a bottle, -but had no spirit, and he didn’t keep in salt water. - -By far the most numerous class of sociable deep-sea fish, however, -are those that delight to accompany a ship that is making good way -through the water. They do not like a steamer--the propeller with -its tremendous churning scares them effectually away--but the silent -gliding motion of the sailing-ship seems just to their taste. As -soon as the wind falls and the vessel stops they keep at a distance, -only occasionally passing discontentedly, as if they wondered why -their big companion was thus idling away the bright day. Foremost -among these, both in numbers and the closeness with which they -accompany a ship, is the “bonito,” a species of mackerel so named by -the Spaniards from their beautiful appearance. They are a “chubby” -fish, much more bulky in body in proportion to their length than our -mackerel, for one 18 in. long will often tip the scale at 30 lbs. -Their vigour is tremendous; there is no other word for it. A school -of them numbering several hundreds will attach themselves to a ship -travelling at the rate of six to eight knots an hour, and keep her -company for a couple of days, swimming steadily with her, either -alongside, ahead, or astern; but during the daytime continually -making short excursions away after flying-fish or leaping-squid -scared up or “flushed” by the approach of the ship. Not only so, -but as if to work off their surplus energy they will occasionally -take vertical leaps into the air to a height that, considering their -stumpy proportions, is amazing. - -The probable reason for their sociability is, I think, that they -know how the passing of the ship’s deep keel through the silence -immediately underlying the sea-surface startles upward their natural -prey, the flying-fish and loligo (small cuttle-fish), and affords -them ample opportunities for dashing among them unobserved. In any -case, to the hungry sailor, this neighbourly habit of theirs is -quite providential. For by such simple means as a piece of white rag -attached to a hook, and let down from the jibboom end to flutter -over the dancing wavelets like a flying-fish, a fine bonito is -easily secured, although holding a twenty-pounder just out of the -water in one’s arms is calculated to give the captor a profound -respect for the energy of his prize. Unlike most other fish, they -are warm-blooded. Their flesh is dark and coarse, but if it were ten -times darker and coarser than it is it would be welcome as a change -from the everlasting salt beef and pork. - -The dolphin, about which so much confusion arises from the difference -in nomenclature between the naturalist and the seaman, has long been -celebrated by poetic writers for its dazzling beauty. But between the -sailor’s dolphin, _Coryphœna Hippuris_ (forgive me for the jargon), -which is a fish, and the naturalist’s dolphin, _Delphinus deductor_, -which is a mammal, there is far more difference than there is between -a greyhound and a pig. Sailors call the latter a porpoise, and won’t -recognise any distinction between the _Delphinus_ and any other -small sea mammal (except a seal), calling them all porpoises. But -no sailor ever meant anything else by “dolphin” than the beautiful -fish of which I must say a few words in the small remaining space at -my disposal. For some reason best known to themselves the dolphin -do not care to accompany a ship so closely as the bonito. They are -by no means so constant in their attention, for when the ship is -going at a moderate speed they cannot curb their impatience and -swim soberly along with her, and when she goes faster they seem to -dislike the noise she makes, and soon leave her. But, although they -do not stick closely to a ship, they like her company, and in light -winds will hang about her all day, showing off their glories to the -best advantage, and often contributing a welcome mess to the short -commons of the fo’c’s’le. Their average weight is about 15 lbs., but -from their elegant shape they are a far more imposing fish than the -bonito. They are deepest at the head, which has a rounded forehead -with a sharp front, and they taper gradually to the tail, which is of -great size. A splendid dorsal fin runs the whole length of the back, -which, when it is erected, adds greatly to their appearance of size. - -No pen could possibly do justice to the magnificence of their -colouring, for, like “shot” silk or the glowing tints of the -humming-bird, it changes with every turn. And when the fish is -disporting under a blazing sun its glories are almost too brilliant -for the unshaded eye; one feels the need of smoked glass through -which to view them. These wonderful tints begin to fade as soon -as the fish is caught; and although there is a series of waves of -colour that ebb and flow about the dying creature, the beauty of the -living body is never even remotely approached again, in spite of what -numberless writers have said to the contrary. To see the dolphin in -full chase after a flying-fish, leaping like a glorious arrow forty -feet at each lateral bound through the sunshine, is a vision worth -remembering. I know of nothing more gorgeous under heaven. - -The giant albacore, biggest mackerel of them all, reaching a weight -of a quarter of a ton, does seek the society of a ship sometimes, -but not nearly so often as bonito and dolphin. And although I have -caught these monsters in the West Indies from boats, I never saw -one hauled on board ship. It would not be treating the monarch of -the finny tribe respectfully to attempt a description of him at -the bare end of my article, so I must leave him, as well as the -“skipjack,” yellow-tail, and barracouta, for some other occasion. -Perhaps enough has now been said to show that sociability is not by -any means confined to land animals, although the great subject of the -sociability of sea-mammals has not even been touched upon. - - - - - ALLIGATORS AND MAHOGANY - - -Merchant seamen as a rule have very little acquaintance with the -appalling alligator, whose unappeasable ferocity and diabolical -cunning make him so terrible a neighbour. Had the alligator been a -seafarer, it is in my mind that mankind would have heard little of -the savagery of the shark, who, to tell the truth fairly, is a much -maligned monster; incapable of seven-tenths of the crimes attributed -to him, innocent of another two-tenths, and in the small balance of -iniquity left, a criminal rather from accident than from design. -But all the atrocities attributed by ignorance to the shark may -truthfully be predicated of the alligator, and many more also, seeing -that the great lizard is equally at home on land or in the water. - -I speak feelingly, having had painful experience of the ways of the -terrible saurian during my visits to one of the few places where -sailors are brought into contact with him. Tonala River, which -empties itself into the Gulf of Mexico, has a sinister notoriety, -owing to the number of alligators with which it is infested; and -through the proverbial carelessness of seamen and their ignorance -of the language spoken by the people ashore, many an unrecorded -tragedy has occurred there to members of the crews of vessels -loading mahogany in the river. Like all the streams which debouch -into that Western Mediterranean, Tonala River has a bar across its -mouth, but, unlike most of them, there is occasionally water upon -the bar deep enough to permit vessels of twelve or thirteen feet -draught to enter with safety. And as the embarkation of mahogany in -the open roadstead is a series of hair-breadth escapes from death -on the part of the crew and attended by much damage to the ship, it -is easy to understand why the navigability of Tonala Bar is highly -valued by shipmasters fortunate enough to be chartered thither, -since it permits them to take in a goodly portion of their cargo in -comparative comfort. Against this benefit, however, is to be set off -a long list of disadvantages, not the least of which are the swarms -of winged vermin that joyfully pass the short space between ship and -river-bank, scenting fresh blood. The idea of there being any danger -in the river itself, however, rarely occurs to a seaman until he -sees, some day, as he listlessly gazes overside at the turbid current -silently sweeping seaward, a dead log floating deep, just awash in -fact. And as he watches it with unspeculating eyes, one end of it -will slowly be upreared just a little and the hideous head of an -alligator, with its cold, dead-looking eyes, sleepily half unclosed, -is revealed. Just a ripple and the thing has gone, sunk stone-like, -but with every faculty alert, that rugged ironclad exterior giving no -hint to the uninitiated of the potentialities for mischief, swift and -supple, therein contained. - -In spite of having read much about these creatures and their habits, -I confess to having been very sceptical as to their agility until I -was enlightened in such a startling manner that the memory of that -scene is branded upon my mind. I was strolling along the smooth sandy -bank of the river opposite the straggling rows of huts we called -the town one lovely Sunday morning, all eyes and ears for anything -interesting. After about an hour’s walk my legs, unaccustomed to such -exercise, begged off for a little, and seeing a stranded tree-trunk -lying on the beach some little distance ahead, I made towards it for -a seat. As I neared it a young bullock came leisurely down towards -the water from the bush, between me and the log. I, of course, took -no notice of him, but held on my way until within, I should say, -fifty yards of the log. Suddenly that dead tree sprang into life and -spun round with a movement like the sweep of a scythe. It struck -the bullock from his feet, throwing him upon his side in the water. -What ensued was so rapid that the eye could not follow it, or make -out anything definitely except a stirring up of the sand and a few -ripples in the water. The big animal was carried off as noiselessly -and easily as if he had been a lamb, nor, although I watched long, -did I ever catch sight of him again. Notwithstanding the heat of -the sun I felt a cold chill as I thought how easily the fate of the -bullock might have been mine. And from thenceforth, until familiarity -with the hateful reptiles bred a sort of contempt for their powers, -I kept a very sharp look-out in every direction for stranded -tree-trunks. This care on my part nearly proved fatal, because I -forgot that the alligators might possibly be lying hid in the jungly -vegetation that flourished thickly just above high-water mark. So -that it happened when I neared the spot where I was to hail the boat, -as I nervously scanned the beach for any sign of a scaly log, I heard -a rustling of dry leaves on my right, and down towards me glided one -of the infernal things with a motion almost like that of a launching -ship. I turned and tried to run--I suppose I did run--but to my -fancy it seemed as if I had a 56-lb. weight upon each foot. Hardly -necessary to say, perhaps, that I escaped, but my walk had lost all -its charms for me, and I vowed never to come ashore again there alone. - -But as if the performances of these ugly beasts were to be fully -manifested before our eyes, on the very next day, a Greek trader came -off to the ship accompanied by his son, a boy of about ten years old. -Leaving the youngster in the canoe, the father came on board and -tried to sell some fruit he had brought. We had a raft of mahogany -alongside, about twenty huge logs, upon which a half-breed Spaniard -was standing, ready to sling such as were pointed out to him by the -stevedores. The boy must needs get out of the canoe and amuse himself -by stepping from log to log, delighted hugely by the way they bobbed -and tumbled about beneath him. Presently a yell from the slingsman -brought all hands to the rail on the jump, and there, about fifty -yards from the raft, was to be seen the white arm of the boy limply -waving to and fro, while a greasy ripple beneath it showed only too -plainly what horror had overtaken him. The distracted father sprang -into his canoe, four men from our ship manned our own boat, and -away they went in chase, hopelessly enough to be sure. Yet, strange -to say, the monster did not attempt to go down with his prey. He -kept steadily breasting the strong current, easily keeping ahead of -his pursuers, that pitiful arm still waving as if beckoning them -onward to the rescue of its owner. Boat after boat from ships and -shore joined in the pursuit, every man toiling as if possessed by -an overmastering energy and impervious to broiling sun or deadening -fatigue. For five miles the chase continued; one by one the boats and -canoes gave up as their occupants lost their last ounce of energy, -until only one canoe still held on, one man still plied his paddle -with an arm that rose and fell like the piston-rod of a steam-engine. -It was the bereaved father. At last the encouraging arm disappeared, -as the alligator, having reached his lair, disappeared beneath the -surface, leaving the river face unruffled above him. Quick as a wild -duck the solitary pursuer swerved and made for the bank, where a -score of his acquaintances met him tendering gourds of aguadiente, -cigaritos, and such comfort as they could put into words. He took -the nearest gourd and drank deeply of the fiery spirit, accepted a -cigarette and lit it mechanically, but never spoke a word. All the -while his eyes were roving restlessly around in search of something. -At last they lit upon a coil of line hanging upon a low branch to -dry. He rushed toward it, snatched it from its place, and taking his -cuchillo from his belt felt its edge. Then roughly brushing aside -all who attempted to hinder him, he boarded his canoe again, taking -no notice of one of his friends who got in after him. Under the -pressure of the two paddles they rapidly neared the spot where the -beast had sunk. As soon as they reached the place the silent avenger -laid aside his paddle, took one end of the coil in his hand and -flinging the other to his companion, slipped overside and vanished. -In about two minutes he returned to the surface, ghastly, his eyes -glaring, and taking a long, long breath disappeared again. This time -he did not return. When the watcher above felt that all hope was gone -he hauled upon the line as much as he dared, but could not move what -it was secured to. Soon, however, boats came to his assistance, and -presently extra help raised to the surface the huge armoured body of -the man-eater, the line being fast round his hind legs. The bereaved -father was clinging to the monster’s throat, one arm thrust between -his horrid jaws and the other hand still clutching the haft of the -bowie-knife, whose blade was buried deep in the leathery folds of the -great neck. With bared heads and solemn faces the helpers towed the -group ashore, and reverently removing the poor remains of father and -son, buried them deep under a wide-spreading tree. - -In the intervals (frequently occurring) between the shipment of -one consignment of logs and the arrival of another, it was part of -our duties to hunt along the river banks for ownerless log-ends -or even logs of mahogany or cedar which we might saw and split up -into convenient pieces for broken stowage or filling up the many -interstices between the logs in the hold. Naturally this led us into -some queer places and not a few scrapes, but incidentally we were -able to do some good service to the inhabitants by destroying many -hundreds of embryo alligators. For wherever, in the course of our -journeyings, we came across a swelling in the sand along the river -bank, there we would delve, and we never failed of finding a deposit -of ball-like stony-shelled eggs, which each contained a little devil -of an alligator almost ready to begin his career of crime. Needless -perhaps to say that none of those found by us in this manner ever -did any harm. But while busy on one occasion destroying a clutch of -these eggs, a huge specimen some sixteen feet long appeared from no -one knew where, and actually succeeded in reaching with the horny tip -of his tail, as it swept round, the legs of a West countryman, one -of our finest seamen. Fortunately for him the bo’sun was carrying a -loaded Snider rifle, and without stopping to think whether anybody -else might be in the way he banged her “aloose.” The alligator was -at the moment in a half circle, swinging himself round to reach -the fallen man with his awful jaws wide spread and displaying all -their jagged yellow fangs. The heavy bullet plunged right down that -stinking throat and ploughed its way out through the creature’s -belly into the sand. With a writhe like a snake the monster recoiled -upon himself, snapping his jaws horribly and loading the air with a -faint, sickening smell of musk. After two or three twists and turns -he managed to slip into the water, but not before the bo’sun had -fired twice more at him and missed him by yards. Poor Harry, the -man knocked down, was so badly scared that he sat on a log end and -vomited, looking livid as a corpse and shaking like a man of ninety. -We could do nothing for him, but watched him sympathetically, hoping -for his recovery, when suddenly with a wild yell he sprang to his -feet and began to tear his clothes off as if he were mad. Lord, how -he did swear too! We were all scared, thinking the fright had turned -his brain, but when he presently danced before us in his bare buff, -picking frantically at his skin, our dismay was changed into shrieks -of laughter. A colony of red ants, each about half an inch long, -had been concealed in that log. They had walked up his trouser legs -quietly enough and fastened upon his body, their nippers meeting -through the soft skin. Hence his endeavours to get disrobed in haste. -He said it was nothing to laugh at, but I don’t believe the man was -yet born that could have seen him and not laughed. Happily it cured -him of his fright. - -Whether by good luck or good management I don’t presume to say, but -in all our explorations we met with no accident either from snake or -saurian, while the crew of a Norwegian brig lying close by us lost -one of their number the second day after their arrival. They had been -very short of water, and in consequence sent a boat up the river to -one of the creeks for a supply. Four hands went on this errand, and, -tempted by the refreshing coolness of the water, one of them waded -out into the river until the water was up to his waist, and stood -there baling it up with the dipper he carried and pouring it over -his head. The others were in the boat laughing at his antics, when -suddenly, as they described it, a dark sickle-like shadow swept round -him, and with one marrow-freezing shriek he fell. All the signs of -a fearful struggle beneath the water were evident, but never again -did they see their shipmate, nor was it until some time afterwards -that they learned what the manner of his going really was. And when -they did find out, nothing would tempt any of them to leave the ship -again while she lay there. One of them told me that his shipmate’s -last cry would be with him, reverberating through his mind, until his -dying day. I am not naturally cruel, but I confess that when one day -I caught one of these monsters with a hook and line while fishing -for something else, I felt a real pleasure in taking the awful thing -alongside, hoisting it on board, and ripping it lengthways from end -to end. From its stomach we took quite a bushel basket-full of eggs, -nearly all of them with shells, ready for laying, and we felt truly -thankful that so vile a brood had been caught before they had begun -their life of evil. - - - - - COUNTRY LIFE ON BOARD SHIP - - - I - -At first sight, any two things more difficult to bring into -intimate relations than bucolic and nautical life would appear -impossible to find. Those unfortunate people who, having followed -the calm, well-ordered round of pastoral progress through the -steadily-succeeding seasons of many years, suddenly find themselves, -by some freakish twist of fortune’s wheel, transferred to the -unstable bosom of the mutable deep, become terribly conscious of -their helplessness in the face of conditions so utterly at variance -with all their previous experience of settled, orderly life. The old -order has changed with a vengeance, giving place to a bewildering -seasonal disarrangement which seems to their shaken senses like a -foretaste of some topsy-turvy world. Like sorrowful strangers in a -strange land are they, wherein there is no sure foothold, and where, -in place of the old familiar landmarks known and cherished so long, -is a new element constant to nothing but change and--upon which -they seem to be precariously poised--the centre of a marginless -circle of invariable variability. This subversion of all precedent -is of course no less disconcerting to the humbler denizens of the -farmyard and meadow than it is to those who are ordinarily the -august arbiters of their destinies. And a sudden change from the -placid environment of the homestead, with all its large liberty -and peaceful delights, to the cramped, comfortless quarters which, -as a rule, are all that shipboard arrangements allow them, at once -brings them to a state of disconsolate wretchedness wherein all their -self-assertive individuality is reduced to a meek, voiceless protest -against their hard and unmerited fate. Sea-sickness, too, that truly -democratic leveller, does not spare animals, but inserts another set -of totally new and unpleasant sensations into the already complicated -disorganisation of their unfortunate position. - -In spite of these admittedly difficult factors, I have the temerity -to attempt the setting forth of certain phases of nautical life -experienced by myself which have always appeared to me to bring into -close contact two such widely differing spheres of existence as -country life and sea life, principally in the management of farmyard -animals at sea. Sailors are proverbially handy at most things, if -their methods _are_ unconventional, and I venture to hope that -country readers will at least be amused by Jack’s antics when dealing -with the familiar creatures of the countryside. - -With that wonderful adaptability to circumstances which, while -pre-eminently characteristic of mankind, is also a notable quality -of domesticated animals, they soon recover from their stupor and -malaise, arrange their locomotive powers to suit the mutations -of their unsteady home, and learn (perhaps soonest of all) to -distinguish the very number of strokes upon the ship’s bell which -announces the arrival of feeding-time. No doubt the attentions of -the sailors have much to do with the rapidity of acclimatisation -(if the term may be so employed) manifested by most of the animals, -since sailors have justly earned a high reputation for taming and -educating creatures of even the most ferocious and intractable -dispositions. Nevertheless, this result is attained by some of the -queerest and most ludicrous means (to a countryman) imaginable. But -what does that matter, since the conditions of their existence then -become, for the seaworthy animals, not only pleasant but undoubtedly -profitable to their owners. And where they are presently allowed the -run of the ship much fun ensues, fun, moreover, that has no parallel -in country life as ordinarily understood. Perhaps my experiences -have been more favourably enlarged than falls to the lot of most -seafarers, for I have been in several ships where the live-stock were -allowed free warren; and although the system had many inconveniences -and entailed a great deal of extra labour upon the crew, there were -also many compensations. But, like all things pertaining to the -sea, the practice of carrying live-stock has been replaced by more -modern methods. The custom of carrying fresh meat in refrigerators is -rapidly gaining ground, and, in consequence, latter-day seamen find -fewer and fewer opportunities for educating in seafaring behaviour -the usual farmyard animals that supply us with food. By few seamen -will this be regarded as a misfortune, since they find their labour -quite sufficiently onerous without the inevitable and disagreeable -concomitants of carrying live-stock. - -By far the largest portion of my experience of farmyard operations -on board ship has been connected with pigs. These profitable animals -have always been noted for their adaptability to sea life, and I -fully believe, what I have often heard asserted, that no pork is so -delicious as that which has been reared on board ship. Be that as it -may, pigs of every nation under heaven where swine are to be found -have been shipmates with me, and a complete study of all their varied -characteristics and their behaviour under all sea circumstances -would occupy a far greater number of pages than I am ever likely -to be able or willing to give. Already I have endeavoured to set -forth, in a former article, a sketch of the brilliant, if erratic, -career of one piggy shipmate whose life was full of interest and -his death a blaze of lurid glory. But he was in nowise the most -important member of our large and assorted collection of grunters -in that ship. Our Scotch skipper was an enthusiastic farmer during -the brief periods he spent at Cellardyke between his voyages to the -East Indies, and consequently it was not strange that he should -devote a portion of his ample leisure to pig-breeding when at sea. -For some reason, probably economical, we carried no fowls or other -animals destined for our meat, with the exception of the pigs, two -large retriever dogs and two cats making up the total of our animal -passengers, unless a large and active colony of rats that inhabited -the recesses of the hold be taken into account. The day before -sailing from Liverpool a handsome young pair of porkers, boar and -sow, were borne on board in one sack by the seller, making the welkin -ring with their shrill protests. We already possessed a middle-aged -black sow of Madras origin, whose temper was perfectly savage and -unappeasable; in fact, she was the only animal I ever saw on board -ship that could not be tamed. The first few days of our passage -being stormy, the two young pigs suffered greatly from sea-sickness, -and in their helpless, enfeebled state endured many things from the -wrathful, long-snouted old Madrassee, who seemed to regard them -both with peculiar aversion. She ate all their grub as well as her -own, although, like the lean kine of Scripture, she was nothing -benefited thereby. But the sailors, finding the youngsters amicably -disposed, began to pet them, and in all possible ways to protect -them from ill-usage not only by the savage Indian but by the black -retriever Sailor, who had taken up his quarters in the fo’c’s’le -and became furiously jealous of any attention shown to the pigs by -his many masters. It should be noted that, contrary to the usual -practice, those pigs had no settled abiding-place. At night they -slept in some darksome corner beneath the top-gallant forecastle, -wherever they could find a dry spot, but by day they roamed the deck -whithersoever they listed, often getting as far aft as the sacred -precincts of the quarter-deck, until Neptune, the brown retriever -that guarded the after-end of the ship, espied them, and, leaping -upon them, towed them forrard at full gallop by the ears, amid a -hurly-burly of eldritch shrieks and rattling hoofs. I am not at all -sure that the frolicsome young things did not enjoy these squally -interludes in their otherwise peaceful lives. Certainly they often -seemed to court rather than to avoid the dog’s onslaught, and would -dodge him round the after-hatch for all the world like London Arabs -guying a policeman. The only bitter drop in their brimming cup of -delights came with distressing regularity each morning. As soon as -the wash-deck tub was hauled forrard and the fore part of the ship -was invaded by the barefooted scrubbers and water-slingers, two -hands would grope beneath the fo’c’s’le, where, squeezed into the -smallest imaginable space, Denis and Jenny were, or pretended to be, -sleeping the dreamless slumbers of youthful innocence. Ruthlessly -they were seized and hauled on deck, their frantic lamentations -lacerating the bright air, and evoking fragments of the commination -service from the disturbed watch below. While one man held each of -them down, others scrubbed them vigorously, pouring a whole flood -of sparkling brine over them meanwhile, until they were as rosy and -sweet as any cherub of the nursery after its bath. This treatment, -so mournfully and regularly resented by them, was doubtless one -reason why they throve so amazingly, although the liberal rations -of sea-biscuit and peasoup supplied to them probably suited them as -well as any highly-advertised and costly provender would have done. -Their tameness was wonderful and withal somewhat embarrassing, for it -was no uncommon thing for them to slip into the men’s house unseen -during the absence of the crew, and, climbing into a lower bunk, -nestle cosily down into the unfortunate owner’s blankets and snore -peacefully until forcibly ejected by the wrathful lessee. - -Our passage was long, very long, so that the old black sow littered -off the Cape of Good Hope, choosing, with her usual saturnine -perversity, a night when a howling gale was blowing, and destroying -all her hapless offspring but one in her furious resentment at the -whole thing. Jenny, like the amiable creature she always was, delayed -_her_ offering until we were lying peaceably in Bombay Harbour. There -she placidly produced thirteen chubby little sucklings and reared -every one of them. They were a never-failing source of amusement to -the men, who, in the dog-watches, would sit for hours with pipes -aglow sedately enjoying the screamingly-funny antics of the merry -band. There is much controversy as to which of all tame animals are -the most genuinely frolicsome in their youth, kittens, lambs, calves, -pups, and colts all having their adherents; but I unhesitatingly give -my vote for piglings, especially when they are systematically petted -and encouraged in all their antics as were that happy family of ours. -Generally, the fat and lazy parents passed the time of these evening -gambols in poking about among the men, begging for stray midshipmen’s -nuts (broken biscuit), or asking in well-understood pig-talk to -be scratched behind their ears or along their bristly spines, but -occasionally, as if unable to restrain themselves any longer, they -would suddenly join their gyrating family, their elephantine gambols -among the frisky youngsters causing roars of laughter. Usually they -wound up the revels by a grand _galop furieux_ aft of the whole troop -squealing and grunting fortissimo, and returning accompanied by the -two dogs in a hideous uproar of barks, growls, and squeals. - -Our stay on the coast was sufficiently prolonged to admit of another -litter being produced in Bimlia-patam, twelve more piglets being -added to our already sizeable herd of seventeen. So far, these -farming matters had met with the unqualified approval of all hands -except the unfortunate boys who had to do the scavenging, but upon -quitting the Coromandel coast for the homeward passage, the exceeding -cheapness of live-stock tempted our prudent skipper to invest in a -large number of fowls and ducks. Besides these, he bought a couple -of milch goats, with some wild idea of milking them, while various -members of the crew had gotten monkeys, musk-deer, and parrots. It -needed no special gift of prescience to foresee serious trouble -presently, for there was not a single coop or house of any kind on -board for any of the motley crowd. As each crate of cackling birds -was lowered on deck it was turned out, and by the time the last of -the new-comers were free, never did a ship’s decks look more like a -“barton” than ours. Forty or fifty cockfights were proceeding in as -many corners, aided and abetted, I grieve to say, by the sailors, -who did all they could to encourage the pugnacity of the fowls, -although they were already as quarrelsome a lot as you would easily -get together. The goats were right at home at once; in fact goats -are, I believe, the single exception to the general rule of the -discomfort of animals when first they are brought on shipboard. The -newcomers quietly browsed around, sampling everything they could -get a purchase on with their teeth, and apparently finding all good -alike. Especially did they favour the ends of the running gear. -Now if there is one thing more than another that is sharply looked -after at sea, it is the “whipping” or securing of ropes-ends to -prevent them fraying out. But it was suddenly discovered that our -ropes-ends needed continual attention, some of them being always -found with disreputable tassels hanging to them. And when the mates -realised that the goats apparently preferred a bit of tarry rope -before anything else, their wrath was too great for words, and -they meditated a terrible revenge. Another peculiarity of these -strange-eyed animals was that they liked tobacco, and would eat a -great deal of it, especially in the form of used-up quids. This -peculiar taste in feeding had unexpected results. As before said, the -_raison d’être_ of the goats was milk, and after sundry ineffectual -struggles the steward managed to extract a cupful from the unworthy -pair. It was placed upon the cabin table with an air of triumph, -and the eyes of the captain’s wife positively beamed when she saw -it. Solemnly it was handed round, and poured into the coffee as -if it had been a libation to a tutelary deity, but somebody soon -raised a complaint that the coffee was not up to concert pitch by a -considerable majority. A process of exhaustive reasoning led to the -milk being tasted by the captain, who immediately spat it out with -much violence, ejaculating, “Why, the dam’ stuff’s pwushioned!” The -steward, all pale and agitated, looked on dumbly, until in answer to -the old man’s furious questions he falteringly denied all knowledge -of any felonious addition to the milk. The storm that was raised by -the affair was a serious one, and for a while things looked really -awkward for the steward. Fortunately the mate had the common-sense -to suggest that the malignant goat should be tapped once more, and -the immediate result tasted. This was done, and the poor steward -triumphantly vindicated. Then it was unanimously admitted that tarry -hemp, painted canvas, and plug tobacco were not calculated to produce -milk of a flavour that would be fancied by ordinary people. - - - II - -For the first time that voyage an attempt was made to confine a -portion of our farm-stock within a pen, instead of allowing them to -roam at their own sweet will about the decks. For the skipper still -cherished the idea that milk for tea and coffee might be obtained -from the two goats that would be palatable, if only their habit of -promiscuous grazing could be stopped. So the carpenter rigged up a -tiny corral beneath the fo’c’s’le deck, and there, in penitential -gloom, the goats were confined and fed, like all the rest of the -animals, on last voyage’s biscuit and weevily pease. Under these -depressing conditions there was, of course, only one thing left for -self-respecting goats to do--refuse to secrete any more milk. They -promptly did so; so promptly, in fact, that on the second morning the -utmost energies of the steward only sufficed to squeeze out from the -sardonic pair about half-a-dozen teaspoonfuls of doubtful-looking -fluid. This sealed their fate, for we had far too much stock on board -to waste any portion of our provender upon non-producers, and the -fiat went forth--the drones must die. Some suggestion was made by -a member of the after guard as to the possibility of the crew not -objecting to goat as a change of diet; but with all the skipper’s -boldness, he did not venture to make the attempt. The goats were -slain, their hides were saved for chafing gear, sheaths for knives, -&c., but, with the exception of a portion that was boiled down with -much disgust by the cook and given to the fowls, most of the flesh -was flung overboard. Then general complaints arose that while musk -was a pleasant perfume taken in moderation, a little of it went a -very long way, and that two musk deer might be relied upon to provide -as much scent in one day as would suffice all hands for a year. I -do not know how it was done, but two days after the demise of the -goats the deer also vanished. Still we could not be said to enjoy -much room to move about on deck yet. We had 200 fowls and forty ducks -roaming at large, and although many of the former idiotic birds tried -their wings, with the result of finding the outside of the ship a -brief and uncertain abiding-place, the state of the ship’s decks -was still utterly abominable. A week of uninterrupted fine weather -under the blazing sun of the Bay of Bengal had made every one but the -skipper heartily sick of sea-farming, and consequently it was with -many pleasurable anticipations that we noted the first increase in -the wind that necessitated a reduction of sail. It made the fellows -quite gay to think of the clearance that would presently take place. -The breeze freshened steadily all night, and in the morning it was -blowing a moderate gale, with an ugly cross sea, which, with the -_Belle’s_ well-known clumsiness, she was allowing to break aboard in -all directions. By four bells there were many gaps in our company -of fowls. Such a state of affairs robbed them of the tiny modicum -of gumption they had ever possessed, and every little breaking sea -that lolloped inboard drove some of them, with strident outcry, to -seek refuge overboard. Presently came what we had been expecting -all the morning--one huge mass of water extending from the break -of the poop to the forecastle, which filled the decks rail high, -fore and aft. Proceedings were exceedingly animated for a time. The -ducks took very kindly to the new arrangement at first, sailing -joyously about, and tasting the bitter brine as if they rather liked -the flavour. But they were vastly puzzled by the incomprehensible -motions of the whole mass of water under them; it was a phenomenon -transcending all their previous aquatic experiences. The fowls gave -the whole thing up, floating languidly about like worn-out feather -brooms upon the seething flood of water, and hardly retaining enough -energy to struggle when the men, splashing about like a crack team -in a water-polo match, snatched at them and conveyed them in heaps -to a place of security under the forecastle. That day’s breeze got -rid of quite two-thirds of our feathered friends for us, what -with the number that had flown or been washed overboard and those -unfortunates who had died in wet heaps under the forecastle. The old -man was much annoyed, and could by no means understand the unwonted -cheerfulness of everybody else. But, economical to the last, he -ordered the steward to slay as many of the survivors each day as -would give every man one body apiece for dinner, in lieu of the usual -rations of salt beef or pork. This royal command gave all hands -great satisfaction, for it is a superstition on board ship that to -feed upon chicken is the height of epicurean luxury. Dinner-time, -therefore, was awaited with considerable impatience; in fact, a -good deal of sleep was lost by the watch below over the prospect -of such an unusual luxury. I went to the galley as usual, my mouth -watering like the rest, but when I saw the dirty little Maltese cook -harpooning the carcasses out of the coppers, my appetite began to -fail me. He carefully counted into my kid one corpse to each man, and -I silently bore them into the forecastle to the midst of the gaping -crowd. Ah me! how was their joy turned into sorrow, their sorrow -into rage, by the rapidest of transitions. She was a hungry ship at -the best of times, but when things had been at their worst they had -never quite reached the present sad level. It is hardly possible to -imagine what that feast looked like. An East Indian jungle fowl is by -no means a fleshy bird when at its best, but these poor wretches had -been living upon what little flesh they wore when they came on board -for about ten days, the scanty ration of paddy and broken biscuit -having been insufficient to keep them alive. And then they had been -scalded wholesale, the feathers roughly wiped off them, and plunged -into a copper of furiously bubbling seawater, where they had remained -until the wooden-headed Maltese judged it time to fish them out and -send them to be eaten. They were just like ladies’ bustles covered -with old parchment, and I have serious doubts whether more than half -of them were drawn. I dare not attempt to reproduce the comments of -my starving shipmates, unless I gave a row of dashes which would be -suggestive but not enlightening. Old Nat the Yankee, who was the -doyen of the forecastle, was the first to recover sufficiently from -the shock to formulate a definite plan of action. “In my ’pinion,” he -said, “thishyer’s ’bout reached th’ bottom notch. I kin stan’ bein’ -starved; in these yer limejuicers a feller’s got ter stan’ that, but -I be ’tarnally dod-gasted ef I kin see bein’ starved ’n’ insulted -at the same time by the notion ov bein’ bloated with lugsury. I’m -goin’ ter take thishyer kid full o’ bramley-kites aft an’ ask th’ -ole man ef he don’t think it’s ’bout time somethin’ wuz said _an’_ -done by th’ croo ov this hooker.” There was no dissentient voice -heard, and solemnly as a funeral procession, Nat leading the way -with the corpuses delicti, the whole watch tramped aft. I need not -dwell upon the interview. Sufficient that there was a good deal of -animated conversation, and much jeering on the skipper’s part at -the well-known cussedness of sailors, who, as everybody knows (or -think they know), will growl if fed on all the delicacies of the -season served up on 18-carat plate. But we got no more poultry, -thank Heaven. And I do not think the officers regretted the fact -that before we got clear of the bay the last of that sad crowd of -feathered bipeds had ceased to worry any of us, but had wisely given -up the attempt to struggle against such a combination of trying -circumstances. - -The herd of swine, however, throve apace. To the manner born, nothing -came amiss to them, and I believe they even enjoyed the many quaint -tricks played upon them by the monkeys, and the ceaseless antagonism -of the dogs. But the father of the family was a sore trial to our -energetic carpenter. Chips had a sneaking regard for pigs, and knew -more than anybody on board about them; but that big boar, he said, -made him commit more sin with his tongue in one day than all the -other trying details of his life put together. For Denis’s tusks -grew amazingly, and his chief amusement consisted in rooting about -until he found a splinter in the decks underneath which he could -insert a tusk. Then he would lie down or crouch on his knees, and -fidget away at that sliver of pine until he had succeeded in ripping -a long streak up; and if left undisturbed for a few minutes, he -would gouge quite a large hollow out of the deck. No ship’s decks -that ever I saw were so full of patches as ours were, and despite -all our watchfulness they were continually increasing. It became a -regular part of the carpenter’s duties to capture Denis periodically -by lassoing him, lash him up to the pin-rail by his snout, and with -a huge pair of pincers snap off those fast-growing tusks as close -down to the jaw as possible. In spite of this heroic treatment, Denis -always seemed to find enough of tusk left to rip up a sliver of deck -if ever he could find a quiet corner; and the carpenter was often -heard to declare that the cunning beast was a lineal descendant of a -survivor of the demon-possessed herd of Gadara. - -In the case of the pigs, though, there were compensations. By the -time we arrived off Mauritius, a rumour went round that on Friday -a pig was to be killed, and great was the excitement. The steward -swelled with importance as, armed with the cabin carving-knife, he -strode forward and selected _two_ of the first litter of piglets, -the Bombay born, for sacrifice. He had plenty of voluntary helpers -from the watch below, who had no fears for the quality of this -meat, and only trembled at the thought that perchance the old man -might bear malice in the matter of the fowls and refuse to send any -pork in our direction. Great was the uproar as the chosen ones were -seized by violent hands, their legs tied with spun-yarn, and their -throats exposed to the stern purpose of the steward. Unaware that -the critical eye of Chips was upon him, he made a huge gash across -the victim’s throat, and then plunged the knife in diagonally until -the whole length of the blade disappeared. “Man alive,” said Chips, -“ye’re sewerly daft. Thon’s nay wye to stick a pig. If ye haena -shouldert the puir beastie A’am a hog mysel’.” “You mind your own -business, Carpenter,” replied the steward, with dignity; “I don’t -want anybody to show me how to do _my_ work.” “Gie _me_ nane o’ yer -impidence, ye feckless loon,” shouted Chips. “A’am tellin’ ye thon’s -spilin’ guide meat for want o’ juist a wee bit o’ knowin’ how. Hae! -lat me show ye if ye’re thick heid’s able to tak’ onythin’ in ava.” -And so speaking, he brushed the indignant steward aside, at the same -time drawing his pocket-knife. The second pig was laid out, and -Chips, as delicately as if performing tracheotomy, slit his weasand. -The black puddings were not forgotten, but I got such a distaste for -that particular delicacy from learning how they were made (I hadn’t -the slightest idea before) that I have never been able to touch one -since. - -Chips now took upon himself the whole direction of affairs, and truly -he was a past-master in the art and mystery of the pork-butcher. He -knew just the temperature of the water, the happy medium between -scalding the hair on and not scalding it off; knew, too, how to -manipulate chitterlings and truss the carcass up till it looked just -as if hanging in a first-class pork shop. But the steward was sore -displeased. For it is a prime canon of sea etiquette not to interfere -with another man’s work, and in the known incapacity of the cook, -whose duty the pigkilling should ordinarily have been, the steward -came next by prescriptive right. However, Chips, having undertaken -the job, was not the man to give it up until it was finished, and by -universal consent he had a right to be proud of his handiwork. That -Sunday’s dinner was a landmark, a date to reckon from, although the -smell from the galley at suppertime on Saturday and breakfast-time -on Sunday made us all quite faint and weak from desire, as well as -fiercely resentful of the chaffy biscuit and filthy fragments of beef -that were a miserable substitute for a meal with us. - -But thenceforward the joy of good living was ours every Sunday until -we reached home. Ten golden epochs, to be looked forward to with -feverish longing over the six hungry days between each. And when -off the Western Islands, Chips tackled the wicked old Madrassee sow -single-handed, in the pride of his prowess allowing no one to help -him although she was nearly as large as himself--ah! that was the -culminating point. Such a feast was never known to any of us before, -for in spite of her age she was succulent and sapid, and, as the -Irish say, there was “lashins and lavins.” When we arrived in the -East India Docks, we still had, besides the two progenitors of our -stock, eight fine young porkers, such a company as would have been -considered a most liberal allowance on leaving home for any ship I -have ever sailed in before or since. As for Denis and Jenny, I am -afraid to estimate their giant proportions. They were not grossly -fat, but enormously large--quite the largest pigs I have ever -seen--and when they were lifted ashore by the hydraulic crane, and -landed in the railway truck for conveyance to Cellardyke, to taste -the joys of country life on Captain Smith’s farm, there was a rush -of spectators from all parts of the dock to gaze open-mouthed upon -these splendid specimens of ship-bred swine. But few could be got -to believe that, eleven months before, the pair of them had been -carried on board in one sack by an undersized man, and that their -sole sustenance had been “hard-tack” and pea-soup. - - - III - -Such an extensive collection of farm-stock as we carried in the -_Belle_ was, like the method of dealing with it, probably unique. -Certainly so in my experience, and in that of all the shipmates with -whom I have ever discussed the matter. For this reason, a _dirty_ -ship upon the high seas is an anomaly, something not to be imagined; -that is, in the sense of loose dirt, of course, because sailors will -call a ship dirty whose paint and varnish have been scrubbed or -weathered off, and, through poverty or meanness, left unrenewed. The -_Belle_ would no doubt have looked clean to the average landsman, -but to a sailor she was offensively filthy, and the language used at -night when handling the running gear (_i.e._ the ropes which regulate -the sails, &c., aloft, and are, when disused, coiled on pins or on -deck) was very wicked and plentiful. In fact, as Old Nat remarked -casually one Sunday afternoon, when the watch had been roused to tack -ship, and all the inhabitants of the farmery, disturbed from their -roosting places or lairs, were unmusically seeking fresh quarters, -“Ef thishyer---- old mud-scow’s out much longer we sh’ll hev’ ’nother -cargo aboard when we du arrive. People ’ll think we cum fr’m the -Chinchees with gooanner.” - -But, as I have said, the _Belle_ was certainly an exception. I joined -a magnificent steel clipper called the _Harbinger_ in Adelaide as -second mate, and, on taking my first walk round her, discovered that -she too was well provided in the matter of farm-stock, besides, to -my amazement, for I had thought the day for such things long past, -carrying a cow. But all the arrangements for the housing, feeding, -and general comfort of the live-stock on board were on a most -elaborate scale, as, indeed, was the ship’s equipment generally. -The cow-house, for instance, was a massive erection of solid teak -with brass fittings and fastenings, large enough to take two cows -comfortably, and varnished outside till it looked like a huge -cabinet. Its place when at sea was on the main hatch, where it was -nearly two feet off the deck, and by means of ring-bolts was lashed -so firmly that only a perfectly disastrous sea breaking on board -could possibly move it. Its solidly-built doors opened in halves, of -which the lower half only was kept fastened by day, so that Poley -stood at her window gazing meditatively out at the blue expanse of -the sea with a mild, abstracted air, which immediately vanished if -any one inadvertently came too near her premises. She had a way -of suddenly dabbing her big soapy muzzle into the back of one’s -neck while the victim’s attention was taken up elsewhere that was -disconcerting. And one night, in the middle watch, she created a -veritable sensation by walking into the forecastle unseen by anybody -on deck. The watch below were all sound asleep, of course, but the -unusual footsteps, and long inquisitive breaths, like escaping steam, -emitted by the visitor, soon roused them by their unfamiliarity. -Voice called unto voice across the darkness (and a ship’s forecastle -at night is a shade or so darker than a coal-cellar), “What is it? -Light the lamp, somebody”; but with that vast mysterious monster -floundering around, no one dared venture out of the present security -of his bunk. It was really most alarming--waking up to such an -invisible horror as that, and, as one of the fellows said to me -afterwards, “All the creepy yarns I’d ever read in books come -inter me head at once, until I was almost dotty with ’fraid.” This -situation was relieved by one of the other watch, who, coming in to -get something out of a chum’s chest, struck a match, and by its pale -glimmer revealed the huge bulk of poor Poley, who, scared almost to -drying up her milk, was endeavouring to bore her way through the -bows in order to get out. The butcher was hurriedly roused from his -quarters farther aft, and, muttering maledictions upon ships and all -sailors, the sea and all cattle, slouched to the spot. His voice -immediately reassured the wanderer, who turned round at its first -angry words and deliberately marched out of the forecastle, leaving a -lavish contribution in her wake as a memento of her visit. - -Between the butcher and Poley a charming affection existed. She loved -him most fondly, and the Cardigan jacket he wore was a proof thereof. -For while engaged in grooming her, which he did most conscientiously -every morning, she would reach round whenever possible and lick him -wherever she could touch him. In consequence of this affectionate -habit of hers his Cardigan was an object of derision to all on board -until upon our arrival in Cape Town one of our departing passengers -divided a case of extra special Scotch whisky among the crew. The -butcher being of an absorbent turn, shifted a goodly quantity of -the seductive fluid, and presently, feeling very tired, left the -revellers and disappeared. Next morning he was nowhere to be found. A -prolonged search was made, and at last the missing man was discovered -peacefully slumbering by the side of the cow, all unconscious of the -fact that she had licked away at him until nothing remained of his -Cardigan but the sleeves, and in addition a great deal of his shirt -was missing. It is only fair to suppose that, given time enough, -she would have removed all his clothing. It was a depraved appetite -certainly, but as I have before noticed, _that_ is not uncommon -among animals at sea. It was her only lapse, however, from virtue -in that direction. Truly her opportunities were small, being such -a close prisoner, but the marvel to me was how, in the absence of -what I should say was proper food, she kept up her supply of milk -for practically the whole voyage. She never once set foot on shore -from the time the vessel left London until she returned, and as green -food was most difficult to obtain in Adelaide, she got a taste of it -only about four times during our stay. Australian hay, too, is not -what a dainty English cow would be likely to hanker after; yet with -all these drawbacks it was not until we had crossed the Line on the -homeward passage that her milk began to dwindle seriously in amount. -Thenceforward it decreased, until in the Channel the butcher handed -in to the steward one morning a contribution of about a gill, saying, -“If you want any more, sir, you’ll have to put the suction hose on -to her. I sh’d say her milkin’ days was done.” But for long previous -to this the ingenious butcher had been raiding the cargo (of wheat) -for his pet, and each day would present her with two bucketfuls of -boiled wheat, which she seemed to relish amazingly. Partly because -of this splendid feeding, and partly owing to the regular washing -and groomings she received, I imagine she was such a picture of an -animal when she stepped out of the ship in London as I have only seen -at cattle shows or on advertisement cards. You could not see a bone; -her sides were like a wall of meat, and her skin had a sheen on it -like satin. As she was led away, I said to the butcher, who had been -assisting at her debarkation, “I suppose you’ll have her again next -voyage, won’t you, butcher?” “No fear,” he answered sagely. “She’s -gone to be butchered. She’ll be prime beef in a day or two.” I looked -at him with something like consternation. He seemed to think it was a -grand idea, although even now the mournful call of his old favourite -was ringing in his ears. At last I said, “I wonder you can bear to -part with her; you’ve been such chums all the voyage.” “I don’t know -what you mean, sir,” he replied. “I looked after her ’cause it’s my -bisness, but I’d jest as leave slaughter her myself as not.” With -that he left me to resume his duty. - -But in the fervour of my recollections of Poley, I have quite -neglected another most important branch of the _Harbinger’s_ family -of animals, the sheep. Being such a large ship, she had an immense -house on deck between the main hatch and the fore mast, in which -were a donkey-engine and condenser, a second cabin to accommodate -thirty passengers, petty officers’ quarters, carpenters’ shop, and -galley. And still there was room between the fore end and the fore -mast to admit of two massive pens, built of teak, with galvanised -bars in front, being secured there one on top of the other. When I -joined the ship these were empty, and their interiors scrubbed as -clean as a kitchen table. That morning, looking up the quay, I saw a -curious procession. First a tall man, with an air of quiet want of -interest about him; by his side sedately marched a ram, a splendid -fellow, who looked fully conscious that he was called upon to play -an important part in the scheme of things. Behind this solemn pair -came a small flock of some thirty sheep, and a wise old dog, keeping -a good distance astern of the mob, fittingly brought up the rear. -They were expected, for I saw some of the men, under the bo’sun’s -directions, carefully laying a series of gangways for them. And, -without noise, haste, or fuss, the man marched on board closely -followed by the ram. He led the way to where a long plank was laid -from the deck to the wide-open door of the upper pen. Then, stepping -to the side of it, without a word or even a gesture, he stood quite -still while the stately ram walked calmly up that narrow way, -followed by the sheep in single file. The leader walked into the pen -and right round it, reaching the door just as the fifteenth sheep -had entered. The others had been restrained from following as soon -as fifteen had passed. Outside he stepped upon the plank with the -same grave air of importance, and the moment he had done so the door -was slid to in the face of the others who were still following his -lead. Then the other pen was filled in the same easy manner, the ram -quitting the second pen with the bearing of one whose sublime height -of perfection is far above such paltry considerations as praise or -blame, while the dog stood aloof somewhat dejectedly, as if conscious -that his shining abilities were for the time completely overshadowed -by the performances of a mere woolly thing, one of the creatures he -had always regarded as being utterly destitute of a single gleam -of reasonableness. The ram received a carrot from his master’s -pocket with a gracious air, as of one who confers a favour, and -together the trio left the ship. The embarkation had been effected -in the quietest, most humane manner possible, and to my mind was an -object-lesson in ingenuity. - -We had no swine, but on top of this same house there was a fine range -of teak-built coops of spacious capacity, and these were presently -filled with quite a respectable company of fowls, ducks, and geese, -all, of course, under the charge of the butcher. Happy are the -animals who have no history on board ship, whose lives move steadily -on in one well-fed procession unto their ordained end. Here in this -grand ship, had it not been for the geese, no one would have realised -the presence of poultry at all, so little were they in evidence until -they graced the glittering table in the saloon at 6 P.M. But the -geese, as if bent upon anticipating the fate that was in store for -them, waited with sardonic humour until deepest silence fell upon -the night-watches. Then, as if by preconcerted signal, they raised -their unmelodious voices, awaking sleepers fore and aft from deepest -slumbers, and evoking the fiercest maledictions upon their raucous -throats. Occasionally the shadowy form of some member of the crew, -exasperated beyond endurance, would be dimly seen clambering up -the end of the house, his heart filled with thoughts of vengeance. -Armed with a wooden belaying-pin, he would poke and rattle among the -noisy creatures, with much the same result as one finds who, having -a slightly aching tooth, fiddles about with it until its anguish is -really maddening. These angry men never succeeded in doing anything -but augmenting the row tenfold, and they found their only solace in -gloating over the last struggles of one of their enemies when the -butcher was doing his part towards verifying the statement on the -menu for the forthcoming dinner of “roast goose.” - -But the chief interest of our farmyard, after all, lay in the sheep. -How it came about that such a wasteful thing was done I do not know, -but it very soon became manifest that some at least of our sheep -were in an interesting condition, and one morning, at wash-deck -time, when I was prowling around forrard to see that everything was -as it should be, I was considerably amused to see one of the sheep -occupying a corner of the pen with a fine young lamb by her side. -While I watched the pretty creature, the butcher came along to begin -his day’s work. When he caught sight of the new-comer he looked -silly. It appeared that he alone had been sufficiently unobservant of -his charges to be unprepared for this _dénouement_, and it was some -time before his sluggish wits worked up to the occasion. Suddenly -he roused himself and made for the pen. “What are you going to do, -butcher?” I asked. “Goin’ to do! W’y I’m agoin’ ter chuck that there -thing overboard, a’course, afore any of them haristocrats aft gets -wind of it. They won’t touch a bit o’ the mutton if they hear tell -o’ this. I never see such a thing aboard ship afore.” But he got no -further with his fell intent, for some of the sailors intervened on -behalf of the lamb, vowing all sorts of vengeance upon the butcher -if he dared to touch a lock of its wool; so he was obliged to beat -a retreat, grumblingly, to await the chief steward’s appearance and -lay the case before him. When that gentleman appeared, he was by no -means unwilling to add a little to his popularity by effecting a -compromise. It was agreed that the sailors should keep the new-comer -as a pet, but all subsequent arrivals were to be dealt with by the -butcher instanter, without any interference on their part. This, the -steward explained, was not only fair, but merciful, as in the absence -of green food there could only be a day or two’s milk forthcoming, -and the poor little things would be starved. Of course, he couldn’t -spare any of Poley’s precious yield for nursing lambs, besides -wishing to avoid the natural repugnance the passengers would have -to eating mutton in such a condition. So the matter was amicably -arranged. - -Thereafter, whenever a lamb was dropped, and every one of those -thirty ewes presented one or two, the butcher laid violent hands upon -it, and dropped it overboard as soon as it was discovered. Owing -to the promise of sundry tots of grog from the sailors, he always -informed them of the fact, and pointed out the bereaved mother. Then -she would be pounced upon, lifted out of the coop, and while one -fellow held her another brought the favoured lamb. After the first -time or two, that pampered young rascal needed no showing. As soon as -he saw the sheep being held he would make a rush, and in a minute or -two would completely drain her udder. Sometimes there were as many as -three at a time for him to operate upon, but there never seemed to be -too many for his voracious appetite. What wonder that like Jeshurun -he waxed fat and kicked. He grew apace, and he profited amazingly by -the tuition of his many masters. Anything less sheep-like, much less -lamb-like, than his behaviour could hardly be imagined. A regimental -goat might have matched him in iniquity, but I am strongly inclined -to doubt it. One of the most successful tricks taught this pampered -animal was on the lines of his natural tendency to butt at anything -and everything. It was a joyful experience to see him engaged in -mimic conflict with a burly sailor, who, pitted against this immature -ram, usually came to grief at an unexpected roll of the ship; for -Billy, as our lamb was named by general consent, very early in his -career gat unto himself sea-legs of a stability unattainable by any -two-legged creature. I often laughed myself sore at these encounters, -the funniest exhibitions I had seen for many a long day, until one -night in my watch on deck, during a gale of wind, I descended from -the poop on to the main deck to hunt for a flying-fish that I heard -come on board. I was stooping down, the water on deck over my ankles, -to feel under the spare spars lashed alongside the scuppers, when -I heard a slight noise behind me. Before I had time to straighten -myself, a concussion like a well-aimed, hearty kick smote me behind, -and I fell flat in the water like a plaice. When I had scrambled to -my feet, black rage in my heart against things in general, I heard -a fiendish cackle of laughter which was suddenly suppressed; and -there, with head lowered in readiness for another charge, stood -Billy, only too anxious to renew his attentions as soon as he could -see an opening. For one brief moment I contemplated a wild revenge, -but I suddenly remembered that my place was on the poop, and I -went that way, not perhaps with the dignified step of an officer, -because that demoniacal sheep (no, lamb) was behind me manœuvring for -another assault. I lost all interest in him after that. A lamb is all -very well, but when he grows up he is apt to become an unmitigated -calamity, especially if sailors have any hand in his education. So -that it was with a chastened regret that I heard the order go forth -for his conversion into dinner. We were able to regale the pilot -with roast lamb and mint sauce (made from the dried article), and the -memory of my wrongs added quite a piquant flavour to my portion. - - - IV - -It has always been a matter of profound thankfulness with me that -my evil genius never led me on board a cattle-boat. For I do think -that to a man who has any feeling for the lower animals these vessels -present scenes of suffering enough to turn his brain. And it does not -in the least matter what provision is made for the safe conveyance -of cattle in such numbers across the ocean. As long as the weather -is fairly reasonable, the boxed-up animals have only to endure ten -days or so of close confinement, with inability to lie down, and -the nausea that attacks animals as well as human beings. The better -the ship and the greater care bestowed upon the cattle-fittings the -less will be the sufferings of the poor beasts; but the irreducible -minimum is soon reached, and that means much more cruelty to animals -than any merciful man would like to witness. But when a gale is -encountered and the huge steamer wallows heavily in the mountainous -irregularities of the Atlantic, flooding herself fore and aft at -every roll, and making the cattlemen’s task of attending to their -miserable charges one surcharged with peril to life or limbs, then -the condition of a cattle-ship is such as to require the coinage of -special adjectives for its description. Of course it will be said -that human beings used to be carried across the ocean for sale in -much the same way, and men calling themselves humane were not ashamed -to grow rich on the receipts from such traffic; but surely that will -never be advanced as an excuse for, or a palliative of, the horrors -of the live cattle trade. I have passed through an area of sea -bestrewn with the bodies of cattle that have been washed overboard -in a gale--hurled out of the pens wherein they have been battered -to death--when the return of fine weather has made it possible, and -I have wished with all my heart that it could be made an offence -against the laws to carry live cattle across the ocean at all. - -No, the nearest approach that ever I had to being shipmates with a -cargo of live stock was on one never-to-be-forgotten occasion, when, -after bringing a 24-ton schooner from a little village up the Bay -of Fundy to Antigua in the West Indies, I found myself, as you may -say, stranded in St. John, the principal port in that island. The -dry rot which seems to have unfortunately overtaken our West Indian -possessions was even then very marked in Antigua, for there was no -vessel there larger than a 100-ton schooner, and only two or three -of them, all Yankees with one exception, a Barbadian craft with the -queerest name imaginable, the _Migumoo-weesoo_. The shipping officer, -seeing that I was a certificated mate, very kindly interested himself -in me, going so far as to say that if I would take his advice and -assistance I would immediately leave St. John in the _Migum_, as he -called her, for that the skipper, being a friend of his, would gladly -give me a passage to Barbadoes. I hope good advice was never wasted -on me. At any rate this wasn’t, for I immediately went down to the -beach, jumped into a boat, and ordered the darky in charge to put me -on board the _Migum_. When we got alongside I was mightily interested -to see quite a little mob of horses calmly floating alongside with -their heads just sticking out of the water. The first thing that -suggested itself to me was that if those horses got on board with -their full complement of legs it would be little less than a miracle, -the harbour being notoriously infested with sharks. But presently I -reflected that there was really no danger, the darkies who were busy -with preparations for the embarkation of the poor beasts kicking up -such a deafening row that no shark would have dared venture within a -cable’s length of the spot. Everybody engaged in the business seemed -to be excited beyond measure, shouting, screeching with laughter, and -yelling orders at the top of their voices, so that I could not see -how anything was going to be done at all. The skipper was confined to -his cabin with an attack of dysentery, and lay fretting himself into -a fever at the riot going on overhead for want of his supervision. -As soon as I introduced myself he begged me to go and take charge, -but, although I humoured him to the extent of seeming to comply with -his request, I knew enough of the insubordinate ’Badian darkies to -make me very careful how I interfered with them. But going forward, I -found to my delight that they had made a start at last, and that two -of the trembling horses were already on deck. Four or five darkies -were in the water alongside, diving beneath the horses with slings -which were very carefully placed round their bodies, then hooked to -a tackle, by means of which they were hoisted on board, so subdued -by fear that they suffered themselves to be pushed and hauled about -the decks with the quiet submissiveness of sheep. There were twenty -of them altogether, and when they had all been landed on deck there -was not very much room left for working the schooner. However, as our -passage lay through the heart of the trade winds, and nothing was -less probable than bad weather, nobody minded that, not even when the -remaining deck space was lumbered up with some very queer-looking -forage. - -As soon as the horses were on board we weighed, and stood out of -harbour with a gentle, leading wind that, freshening as we got -farther off the land, coaxed the smart craft along at a fairly good -rate. This lasted until midnight, when, to the darkies’ dismay, -the wind suddenly failed us, leaving us lazily rocking to the -gently-gliding swell upon the wine-dark bosom of the glassy sea. -Overhead, the sky, being moonless, was hardly distinguishable from -the sea, and as every brilliant star was faithfully duplicated -beneath, it needed no great stretch of imagination to fancy that we -were suspended in the centre of a vast globe utterly cut off from the -rest of the world. But the poor skipper, enfeebled by his sad ailment -and anxious about his freight, had no transcendental fancies. Vainly -I tried to comfort him with the assurance that we should certainly -find a breeze at daybreak, and it would as certainly be fair for us. -He refused consolation, insisting that we were in for a long spell -of calm, and against his long experience of those waters I felt I -could not argue. So I ceased my efforts and went on deck to enjoy the -solemn beauty of the night once more, and listen to the quaint gabble -of the three darkies forming the watch on deck. - -Sure enough the skipper was right. Calms and baffling airs, -persisting for three days, kept us almost motionless until every -morsel of horse provender was eaten, and--what was still more -serious--very little water was left. All of us wore long faces now, -and the first return of steady wind was hailed by us with extravagant -delight. Continuing on our original course was out of the question -under the circumstances, so we headed directly for the nearest port, -which happened to be Prince Rupert, in the beautiful island of -Dominica. A few hours’ sail brought us into the picturesque harbour, -with its ruined fortresses, once grimly guarding the entrance, now -overgrown with dense tropical vegetation, huge trees growing out of -yawning gaps in the masonry, and cable-like vines enwreathing the -crumbling walls. Within the harbour there was a profound silence; the -lake-like expanse was unburdened by a single vessel, and although -the roofs of a few scattered houses could be seen embosomed among -the verdure, there was no other sign of human occupation. We lowered -the little boat hanging astern and hastened ashore. Hurrying toward -the houses, we found ourselves in a wide street which from lack of -traffic was all overgrown with weeds. Here we found a few listless -negroes, none of whom could speak a word of English, a barbarous -French patois being their only medium of communication. But by -signs we made them comprehend our needs--fodder for the horses, and -water. After some little palaver we found that for a few shillings -we might go into the nearest thicket of neglected sugar-cane and -cut down as many of the feathery blades that crowned the canes as -we wanted, but none of those sleepy-looking darkies volunteered -their assistance--they seemed to be utterly independent of work. Our -energy amazed them, and I don’t think I ever saw such utter contempt -as was expressed by our lively crew--true ’Badians born--towards -those lotus-eating Dominicans. We had a heavy morning’s work before -us, but by dint of vigorous pushing we managed to collect a couple -of boatloads of cane-tops, carry them on board, and return for two -casks of water which we had left one of our number ashore to fill. -Some deliberate fishermen were hauling a seine as we were about to -depart, and we lingered awhile until they had finished their unusual -industry, being rewarded by about a bushel of “bill-fish,” a sort -of garfish, but with the beak an extension of the lower jaw instead -of the upper. I offered to buy a few of the fish, but the fishermen -seemed mightily careless whether they sold any or not. After much -expenditure of energy in sign language, I managed to purchase three -dozen (about the size of herrings) for the equivalent of twopence, -and, very well satisfied, pushed off for the schooner, leaving the -fishermen standing on the beach contemplating their newly-acquired -wealth, as if quite unable to decide what to do with it. - -It was worth all the labour we had expended to see the delight with -which those patient horses munched the juicy green tops of the cane, -and drank, plunging their muzzles deep into the buckets, of the clear -water we had brought. And I felt quite pleased when, upon our arrival -in Barbadoes two days after, I watched the twenty of them walk -sedately up a broad gangway of planks on to the wharf, and indulge in -a playful prance and shake when they found their hoofs firmly planted -upon the unrocking earth once more. - -I hope I shall not be suspected of drawing a _longue beau_ when -I say that I was once in a big ship whose skipper was an ardent -agriculturist. On my first visit to the poop I saw with much surprise -a couple of cucumber frames lashed in secure positions, one on either -side of the rail at the break of the poop. When I fancied myself -unobserved, I lifted the top of one, and looked within, seeing that -they contained a full allowance of rich black mould. And presently, -peeping down the saloon skylight, I saw that carefully arranged along -its sides, on brackets, were many large pots of flowering plants, all -in first-rate condition and bloom. It was quite a novel experience -for me, but withal a most pleasant one, for although it did appear -somewhat strange and incongruous to find plant-life flourishing -upon the sea, it gave more of a familiar domestic atmosphere to -’board-ship life than anything I have ever known; much the same -feeling that strikes one when looking upon the round sterns of -the Dutch galliots, with their square windows embellished by snowy -beribboned muslin curtains. When we got to sea, and well clear of the -land, so that the skipper’s undivided attention could be given to his -beloved hobby, there were great developments of it. For not content -with growing lettuces, radishes, endive, and such “garden-sass,” -as the Yankees term it, in his cucumber frames, he enlarged his -borders and tried experiments in raising all sorts of queer seeds of -tropical fruits and vegetables. His garden took up so much room on -the poop that the officers fretted a good deal at the circumscribed -area of their domain, besides being considerably annoyed at having -to cover up the frames, boxes, &c., when bad weather caused salt -spray to break over them. But this was ungrateful of them, because -there never was a skipper who interfered less with his officers, or a -more peaceable, good-natured man. Nor was the frequent mess of salad -that graced the table in the saloon to be despised. In that humid -atmosphere and equable temperature everything grew apace; so that for -a couple of months at a time green crisp leaves were scarcely absent -from the table for a day. Mustard and cress were, of course, his main -crop, but lettuce, radishes, and spring onions did remarkably well. -That was on the utilitarian side. On the experimental side he raised -date-palms, coco-palms, banana-palms, mango trees, and orange trees, -dwarfing them after a fashion he had learned in China, so that in -the saloon he had quite a conservatory. But there were many others -of which none of us knew the names. And all around in the skylight, -beneath the brackets whereon the pots of geranium, fuchsia, &c., -stood, hung orchids collected by the skipper on previous voyages, -and most carefully tended, so that some lovely spikes of bloom were -always to be seen. That saloon was a perfect bower of beauty, and -although the ship herself was somewhat dwarfed by comparison with the -magnificent clippers we forgathered with in Calcutta, few vessels -had so many visitors. Her fame spread far, and nearly every day -the delighted skipper would be busy showing a string of wondering -shorefolk over his pleasaunce. - -We went thence to Hong-Kong, and there, as if in emulation of the -“old man’s” hobby for flowers, all hands went in for birds, mostly -canaries, which can be obtained in China more cheaply, I believe, -than in any part of the world. Sampans, loaded with cages so that -nothing can be seen of the hull, and making the whole harbour -melodious with the singing of their pretty freight, are always in -evidence. For the equivalent of 3s., if the purchaser be smart of -eye, he can always buy a fine cock canary in full song, although -the wily Chinee never fails to attempt the substitution of a hen, -no matter what price is paid. There arose a perfect mania on board -of us for canaries, and when we departed for New Zealand there were -at least 400 of the songsters on board. Truly for us the time of -singing of birds had come. All day long that chorus went on, almost -deafeningly, until we got used to it, for of course if one bird piped -up after a short spell of quiet all hands joined in at the full -pitch of their wonderful little lungs; so that, what with birds -and flowers and good feeling, life on board the _Lady Clare_ was as -nearly idyllic as any seafaring I have ever heard of. - - - V - -It might readily be supposed that in such leisurely ships as -the Southern-going whalers, calling, as they did, at so many -out-of-the-way islands in the South Pacific, there would have been -more inducement than usual to cultivate the bucolics, if only from -sheer desire for something to break the long monotony of the voyage. -And so, indeed, there was, but not to anything like the extent that -I should have expected. On board the _Cachalot_ we were handicapped -considerably in this direction by reason of several of the officers -having an unconquerable dislike to fresh pork, which was the more -remarkable because they never manifested the same aversion to the -rancid, foul-smelling article supplied to us every other day out of -the ship’s salt-meat stores. Whence, by the by, is ship salt pork -obtained? Under what conditions do they rear the animals that produce -those massy blocks of “scrunchy” fat, just tinged at one side with -a pale pink substance that was once undoubtedly flesh, but when it -reaches the sailor bears no resemblance to anything eatable? And how -does it acquire that peculiarly vile flavour all its own, which is -unlike the taste of any other provision known to caterers? I give -it up; I have long ago done so, in fact. Men do eat it, although I -never could, except by chopping it up fine with broken biscuit and -mixing it with pea-soup, so that I could swallow it without tasting -it. But the only other creatures able to do so are pigs and sharks. -Sailors have all kinds of theories respecting its origin, of which I -am restricted to saying that they are nearly all unprintable. But I -do wish most fervently that those who supply it for human food, both -dealers and ship-owners, were, as their victims are, compelled to eat -it three times a week or starve. Just for a month or two. Methinks it -would do them much good. But this is a digression. - -Most of us had our suspicions that our officers’ dislike was not -so much to fresh pork as to live pigs, and truly, with our limited -deck space, the objection was most reasonable. Moreover, the South -Sea Island pig is a questionable-looking beast at the best, not by -any means tempting to look at, and of uncertain dietary. They affect -startling colours, such as tortoise-shell and tabby, are woolly of -coat, lengthy of snout, and almost as speedy as dogs. When fed, which -is seldom, ripe cocoa-nut is given them, as it is to all live stock -in the islands. But they make many a hearty meal of fish as they -wander around the beaches and reef-borders, and this gives a flavour -to their produce which is, to say the least of it, unexpected. But -as if to make up for our lack of pigs we had the most elaborate -fowlery fitted up that I ever was shipmates with. Its dimensions were -about 8 ft. long, 6 ft. wide, and 5 ft. high. It was built of wood -entirely, and exactly on the principle of an oblong canary-cage that -is unenclosed on any side. Plenty of roosts and nests, plenty of -pounded coral and cocoa-nut, and--as the result--plenty of eggs. But -such queer eggs. The yolk was hardly distinguishable from the white, -and they had scarcely any taste at all. Occasionally we got a brood -hatched, but for some reason I don’t pretend to understand our fowls -didn’t “go much on feathers,” as the skipper said. Not to put too -fine a point on it, they never missed an opportunity of plucking one -another’s feathers out and eating them with much relish. So that they -all stalked about in native majesty unclad, doubtless rejoicing in -the coolth, and occasionally scanning their own bodies solicitously -for any sign of a sprouting feather, of which they themselves might -have the first taste. This operated queerly among the young broods, -who never got any chance of being fledged, and whose mothers were -always fighting about them; but I believe as much that they (the -mothers) might eat all the feathers themselves as to protect them -from any fancied danger. These naked birds certainly looked funny; -but the cook, who was an ingenious South Carolina negro, used to gaze -at them earnestly and say, “Foh de good Lawd, sah; ef I aint agwine -ter bring hout er plan ter raise chicken ’thout fedders altogedder. -W’y, jess look at it. All de strenf dat goes ter fedders ’ll go ter -meat--an’ aigs--kase dem chickens ez fatter den ever I see ’bord ship -befo’; an den only tink ob de weary trubble save in pluckin’ ob ’em. -Golly, sah, et’s a great skeem, ’n I’se right on de top ob it.” And, -really, there did seem to be something in it. - -Fowls were plentiful in Vau-Vau--fairly good ones, too; but it was -entirely a mystery to me how any individual property in them was at -all possible. For no native had any enclosure for them, or seemed to -take any care of them. They just ran wild in the jungly vegetation -around the villages and roosted on the trees; but as a result, I -suppose, of the persistence through their many generations of their -original fellowship with mankind, they never strayed far away from -the houses. Our friends brought them on board at our first arrival -in such numbers that no man was without a pair of fowls, and in sore -straits where to keep them. The difficulty was soon solved by the -skipper, who said that in his opinion it would soon be inconvenient -for the fore-mast hands to see any difference between their fowls and -his. Yes, and it was even possible that having eaten their own fowls -they might forget that trifling fact, and absent-mindedly mistake -some of the skipper’s poultry for their own. In order to prevent such -mistakes he issued an edict that no more fowls were to be entertained -by the crew or cooked for them by the “Doctor.” And although this -was undoubtedly the wisest solution of our puzzle, there was thereat -great discontent for a time, until the ingenious Kanakas took to -cooking the fowls for us ashore, and bringing them on board ready for -eating. Being plentiful, as I said, poultry was cheap, the standard -price being a fathom of calico of the value of 6d. for two, for -ship’s stock, while our private friends furnished them to us for -nothing. And there are also in the South Pacific many small islands -unpeopled upon which that most sensible and practical of navigators, -James Cook, had left both fowls and pigs to breed at their own sweet -will. These islets have always many cocoa-nut trees, the fruit from -which affords plentiful food for the pigs, who show great ingenuity -in getting at the contents of the fallen nuts, while the fowls -apparently find no difficulty in picking up a comfortable livelihood. -By tacit agreement these lonely ocean store-houses of good food are -allowed to remain undisturbed by both the natives of adjacent islands -and passing ships, except in cases of necessity. We once broke this -unwritten law, for although we had not long left Fiji, we landed upon -one of these oases in the blue waste, and had a day’s frolic there. -It was a veritable paradise, although not more than three acres in -area. Its only need seemed to be fresh water, for as it had grown to -be an island by the deposit of sand upon the summit of a coral reef, -there were of course no springs. And yet it was completely clothed -with vegetation, the cocoa-palms especially growing right down to -the edge of the sea, so that at high water the wavelets washed one -side of their spreading roots quite bare. Being no botanist, I cannot -describe the various kinds of plants that luxuriated there, having, -I suppose, become accustomed to the privation of fresh water, as the -fowls and pigs had also done. But I did notice that the undergrowth -seemed to consist principally of spreading bushes, rising to a height -of about 5 feet, and bearing, in the greatest abundance, those -tiny crimson and green cones known to most people as bird’s-eye -chillies. We all had cause to remember this, for thrusting our way -through these bushes under the burning rays of the sun, we got in -some mysterious way some of their pungent juices upon our faces and -arms. And the effect was much the same as the application of a strong -mustard plaster would have been. - -We did not commit any great depredations. The second mate shot (with -a bomb-gun) a couple of pigs, and we managed to catch half-a-dozen -fowls, but they were so wild and cunning here, that except at night -it was by no means easy to lay hands upon them. As so often happened -to us, we found our best catch upon the beach, where just after -sunset we waylaid two splendid turtle that had just crawled ashore to -deposit their eggs. The advantage of such a catch as this was in the -fact that turtle may be kept alive on board ship for several weeks, -if necessary, by putting them in a cask of sea-water, and though -unfed, they do not seem to be perceptibly impoverished. We also -collected a goodly store of fresh unripe cocoa-nuts, which are one of -the most delicious and refreshing of all tropical fruits. I do not -suppose it would be possible to bring them to England without their -essential freshness being entirely dissipated, for in order to enjoy -them thoroughly they should be eaten new from the tree. They would be -a revelation to people whose acquaintance with cocoa-nut is limited -to the fully ripe and desperately indigestible article beloved of -the Bank Holiday caterer, and disposed of at the favourite game of -“three shies a penny.” In that form no native of cocoa-nut-producing -countries ever dreams of eating them. For they are really only fit -for “copra,” the universal term applied throughout the tropics to -cocoa-nut prepared for conversion into oil. When the nuts are fully -ripe, a native will seat himself by a heap of them, a small block -of wood before him with a hollow in its centre, and an old axe in -his hand. Placing a nut on the block, unhusked, of course, he splits -it open by one blow of the axe and lays the two halves in the sun. -By the time he has split open the last of the heap, he may begin at -the first opened nuts and shake their contents into bags, for they -will be dried sufficiently for the meat to fall readily from the -shells. That is “copra.” But before the husk has hardened into fibre, -even before the shells have become brittle, when it is possible -to slice off the top of the nut as easily as you would that of a -turnip, the contents almost wholly consist of a bland liquor, not -cloyingly sweet, cool even under the most fervent blaze of the sun, -and refreshing to the last degree. Around the sides of the immature -shell there is, varying in thickness according to the age of the nut, -a jelly-like deposit, almost tasteless, but wonderfully sustaining. I -have heard it vaunted as a cure for all diseases of malnutrition, and -I should really be inclined to believe that there was some basis for -the claim. The juice or milk, if allowed to ferment, makes excellent -vinegar. - -A long spell of cruising without touching at any land having -exhausted all our stock of fowls, to say nothing of fruit and -vegetables, of which we had almost forgotten the taste, it was with -no ordinary delight that we sighted the Kermadec group of islands -right ahead one morning, and guessed, by the course remaining -unaltered, that our skipper was inclined to have a close look at -them, if not to land. As we drew nearer and nearer our hopes rose, -until, at the welcome order to “back the mainyard,” we were like a -school full of youngsters about to break up. Few preparations were -needed, for a whaler’s crew are always ready to leave the ship at any -hour of the day or night for an indefinite period. And in ten minutes -from the time of giving the first orders, two boats were pulling in -for the small semi-circular bay with general instructions to forage -for anything eatable. A less promising place at first sight for a -successful raid could hardly be imagined, for the whole island seemed -composed of one stupendous mountain whose precipitous sides rose -sheer from the sea excepting just before us. And even there the level -land only appeared like a ledge jutting out from the mountain-side, -and of very small extent. As we drew nearer, however, we saw that -even to our well-accustomed vision the distance had proved deceitful, -and that the threshold of the mountain was of far greater area -than we had supposed, being, indeed, of sufficient extent to have -afforded shelter and sustenance to quite a respectable village of -colonists had any chosen to set up their homes in such a lonely spot. -But to the instructed eye the steep beach, wholly composed of lava -fragments, gave a sufficient reason why such a sheltered nook might -be a far from secure abiding-place, even had not a steadfast stain -of dusty cloud poised above the island in the midst of the clear -blue sky added its witness to the volcanic conditions still ready -to burst forth. But these considerations did not trouble us. With -boisterous mirth we dodged the incoming rollers, and, leaping out -of the boats as their keels grated on the shore, we ran them rapidly -up out of the reach of the eager surf, delighted with the drenching -because of its coolness. Dividing into parties of three, we plunged -gaily into the jungly undergrowth, chasing, as boys do butterflies, -the brown birds, like overgrown partridges, that darted away before -us in all directions. We succeeded in catching a few, finding them to -be what we afterwards knew in New Zealand as “Maori hens,” something -between a domestic fowl and a partridge, but a dismal failure in the -eatable way, being tough and flavourless as any fowl that had died -of old age. Of swine, the great object of our quest, we saw not a -hoof-print; in fact, we assured ourselves that whatever number of -these useful animals the family that once resided in this desolate -spot had reared, they had left no descendants. It was a grievous -disappointment, for it threw us back upon the goats, and goat as -food is anathema to all sailors. But it was a fine day; we had come -out to kill something, and, as no other game appeared available, -we started after the goats. It was a big contract. We were all -barefooted, and, although on board the ship we had grown accustomed -to regard the soles of our feet as quite impervious to feeling as any -leather, we soon found that shore travelling over lava and through -the many tormenting plants of a tropical scrub was quite another -pair of shoes. We did capture a couple of goats, one a patriarch of -unguessable longevity with a beard as long as my arm, and the other -a Nanny heavy with kid. These we safely conveyed on board with us -at the close of the day. But _the_ result of our day’s foraging, -overshadowing even the boat-load of magnificent fish we caught out in -the little bay, was the discovery of a plant known in New Zealand as -“Maori cabbage.” It looks something like a lettuce run to seed, and -has a flavour like turnip-tops. I do not suppose any one on shore can -realise what those vegetables meant to us, that is, the white portion -of the crew. For it was well-nigh two years since we had tasted a bit -of anything resembling cabbage, and our craving for green vegetables -and potatoes was really terrible. It is one of the most serious -hardships the sailor has to endure, the more serious because quite -avoidable. Potatoes and Swede turnips are not dear food, and, if -taken up with plenty of mould adhering to them and left so, will keep -for six months in all climates. They make all the difference between -a good and a bad ship. I am sure no banquet that I have ever sat -down to since could possibly have given me a tithe of the epicurean -delight I felt over a plentiful plate of this nameless vegetable and -a bit of hard salt beef that evening. - -Although the addition to our stock of provisions, excepting the fish, -was but small, we had an ideal day’s enjoyment, and the fun we got -out of Ancient William, the patriarch, was great. We had him tame -in two days, and trying butting matches with the Kanakas; in spite -of his age I don’t know what we didn’t teach him that a goat could -learn. Nanny presented us with a charming little pet in the shape -of a kid two days after her arrival on board, but to the grief of -all hands her milk dried up almost immediately afterwards, so that -to save the little creature from starvation, as there was not even a -drop of condensed milk on board, we were compelled to kill it. The -Kanakas ate it, and pronounced it very good. Then William the Ripe, -in charging a Kanaka, who dodged him by leaping over the fo’c’s’le -scuttle, hurled himself headlong below, breaking both his fore legs. -We could have mended him up all right, but he seemed to resent -getting better, refused tobacco and all such little luxuries that we -tried to tempt him with, and died. _I_ think he was broken-hearted -at the idea that a mountaineer like himself, who for goodness knows -how many generations had scaled in safety the precipitous cliffs of -Sunday Island, should fall down a stuffy hole on board ship, only -about eight feet deep, and break himself all up. - - - VI - -Some delightfully interesting articles on the ancient sport of -“hawking,” or falconry, whichever is the correct term to use, in -_Country Life_ have vividly recalled to me a quaint and unusual -experience in that line, which fell to my lot while the vessel of -whose crew I was a very minor portion was slowly making her way -homewards from a port at the extreme western limit of the Gulf of -Mexico. We were absolutely without live stock of any kind on board -the _Investigator_, unless such small deer as rats and cockroaches -might be classed under that head. And, as so often happens at sea -when that is the case, the men were very discontented at the absence -of any dumb animals to make pets of, and often lamented what they -considered to be the lonely condition of a ship without even a cat. -But we had not been out of port many days when, to our delight as -well as amazement, we saw one sunny morning hopping contentedly about -the fo’c’s’le a sweet little blue and yellow bird about the bigness -(or littleness) of a robin. Being well out of sight of land, no one -could imagine whence he came, neither did anybody see him arrive. He -just materialised as it were in our midst, and made himself at home -forthwith, as though he had been born and bred among men and fear of -them was unknown to him. We had hardly got over the feeling of almost -childish delight this pretty, fearless wanderer gave us when another -appeared, much the same size, but totally different in colour. It -was quite as tame as the first arrival, and did not quarrel with -the first-comer. Together they explored most amicably the recesses -of the fo’c’s’le, apparently much delighted with the cockroaches, -which swarmed everywhere. And before long many others came and joined -them, all much about the same size, but of all the hues imaginable. -They were all alike in their tameness, and it really was one of the -most pleasant sights I ever witnessed to see those tiny, brilliant -birds fluttering about our dingy fo’c’s’le, or, tired out, roosting -on such queer perches as the edge of the bread-barge or the shelves -in our bunks. Their presence had a most elevating influence upon -the roughest of us--we went softly and spoke gently, for fear of -startling these delicate little visitors who were so unafraid of -the giants among whom they had voluntarily taken up their abode. At -meal-times they hopped about the fo’c’s’le deck picking up crumbs -and behaving generally as if they were in the beautiful glades and -aromatic forests whence they had undoubtedly come. For it is hardly -necessary to say that they were all land birds; and when during a -calm one day one of them, stooping too near the sea, got wet, and -was unable to rise again, August McManus, as tough a citizen as ever -painted the Highway red, leapt overboard after it, and, with a touch -as gentle as the enwrapping of lint, rescued it from its imminent -peril. - -This strange development of sea-life went on for a week, the weather -being exceedingly fine, with light winds and calms. And then we -became suddenly aware that some large birds had arrived and taken -up positions upon the upper yards, where they sat motionless, -occasionally giving vent to a shrill cry. What they were none of -us knew, until shortly after we had first noticed them one of our -little messmates flew out from the ship’s side into the sunshine. -There was a sudden swish of wings, like the lash of a cane through -the air, and downward like a brown shadow came one of the watchers -from aloft, snatching in a pair of cruel-looking talons the tiny -truant from our midst. Then the dullest of us realised that in some -mysterious way these rapacious birds, a species of falcon, had become -aware that around our ship might be found some of their natural food. -Now we were not less than 200 miles from the coast at the time, and -to my mind it was one of the strangest things conceivable how those -hawks should have known that around a solitary ship far out at sea -would be found a number of little birds suitable to their needs. -The presence of the small birds might easily be explained by their -having been blown off the land, as high winds had prevailed for some -little time previous to their appearance, but as the hawks did not -come till a week afterwards, during the whole of which time we had -never experienced even a four-knot breeze, I am convinced that the -same theory would not account for their arrival. It may have been a -coincidence, but if so it was a very remarkable one; and in any case -what were these essentially land birds of powerful flight doing of -their own free will so far from land? Unless, of course, they were a -little band migrating, and even then the coincidence of their meeting -our ship was a most strange one. - -We, however, troubled ourselves but little with these speculations. -The one thing patent to us was that our little pets were exposed to -the most deadly peril, that these ravenous birds were carrying them -off one by one, and we were apparently powerless to protect them. We -could not cage them, although the absence of cages would have been no -obstacle, as we should soon have manufactured efficient substitutes; -but they were so happy in their freedom that we felt we could not -deprive them of it. But we organised a raid among those bloodthirsty -pirates, as we called them, forgetting that they were merely obeying -the law of their being, and the first dark hour saw us silently -creeping aloft to where they had taken their roost. Two were caught, -but in both cases the captors had something to remember their -encounter by. Grasping at the shadowy birds in the darkness with -only one free hand, they were unable to prevent the fierce creatures -defending themselves with beak and talons, and one man came down -with his prize’s claws driven so far into his hand that the wounds -took many days to heal. When we had secured them we couldn’t bring -ourselves to kill them, they were such handsome, graceful birds, -but had they been given a choice in the matter I make no doubt they -would have preferred a speedy death rather than the lingering pain -of starvation which befell them. For they refused all food, and sat -moping on their perches, only rousing when any one came near, and -glaring unsubdued with their bold, fierce eyes, bright and fearless -until they glazed in death. We were never able to catch any more of -them, although they remained with us until our captain managed to -allow the vessel to run ashore upon one of the enormous coral reefs -that crop up here and there in the Gulf of Mexico. The tiny spot -of dry land that appeared at the summit of this great mountain of -coral was barren of all vegetation except a little creeping plant, a -kind of _arenaria_, so that it would have afforded no satisfactory -abiding-place for our little shipmates, even if any of them could -escape the watchful eyes of their enemies aloft. So that I suppose -after we abandoned the ship they remained on board until she broke -up altogether, and then fell an easy prey to the falcons. - -This was the only occasion upon which I have known a vessel at sea to -be visited by so varied a collection of small birds, and certainly -the only case I have ever heard of where land birds have flown on -board and made themselves at home. When I say at sea, of course I do -not mean in a narrow strait like the Channel, where passing vessels -must often be visited by migrants crossing to or from the Continent. -But when well out in the North Atlantic, certainly to the westward -of the Azores, and out of sight of them, I have several times known -a number of swallows to fly on board and cling almost like bats to -whatever projections they first happened to reach. Exhausted with -their long battle against the overmastering winds, faint with hunger -and thirst, they had at last reached a resting-place, only to find -it so unsuited to all their needs that nothing remained for them to -do but die. Earnest attempts were made to induce them to live, but -unsuccessfully; and as they never regained strength sufficient to -resume their weary journey, they provided a sumptuous meal for the -ship’s cat. Even had they been able to make a fresh start, it is hard -to imagine that the sense of direction which guides them in their -long flight from or to their winter haunts would have enabled them -to shape a course from such an utterly unknown base as a ship at sea -must necessarily be to them. - -While making a passage up the China Sea vessels are often boarded -by strange bird visitors, and some of them may be induced to live -upon such scanty fare as can be found for them on shipboard. I once -witnessed with intense interest a gallant attempt made by a crane to -find a rest for her weary wings on board of an old barque in which -I was an able seaman. We were two days out from Hong-Kong, bound to -Manila, through a strong south-west monsoon. The direction of the -wind almost enabled us to lay our course, and therefore the “old -man” was cracking on, all the sail being set that she would stagger -under close-hauled. Being in ballast, she lay over at an angle that -would have alarmed anybody but a yachtsman; but she was a staunch, -weatherly old ship, and hung well to windward. It was my wheel from -six to eight in the evening, and as I wrestled with it in the attempt -to keep the old barky up to her work, I suddenly caught sight of the -gaunt form of a crane flapping her heavy wings in dogged fashion -to come up with us from to leeward, we making at the time about -eight knots an hour. After a long fight the brave bird succeeded -in reaching us, and coasted along the lee side, turning her long -neck anxiously from side to side as if searching for a favourable -spot whereon to alight. Just as she seemed to have made up her mind -to come inboard abaft the foresail, a gust of back-draught caught -her wide pinions and whirled her away to leeward, about a hundred -fathoms at one sweep, while it was evident that she had the utmost -difficulty in maintaining her balance. Another long struggle ensued -as the gloom of the coming night deepened, and the steady, strenuous -wind pressed us onward through the turbulent sea. The weary pilgrim -at last succeeded in fetching up to us again, and with a feeling -of the keenest satisfaction I saw her work her way to windward, as -if instinct warned her that in that way alone she would succeed in -reaching a place of rest. Backward and forward along our weather -side she sailed twice, searching with anxious eye the whole of our -decks, but fearing to trust herself thereon, where so many men were -apparently awaiting to entrap her. No, she would not venture, and -quite a pang of disappointment and sympathy shot through me as I -saw her drift away astern and renew her hopeless efforts to board -us on the lee side. At last she came up so closely that I could see -the laboured heaving of her breast muscles, and I declare that the -expression in her full, dark eyes was almost human in its pathos of -despair. She poised herself almost above the rail, the vessel gave -a great lee lurch, and down the slopes of the mizen came pouring an -eddy of baffled wind. It caught the doomed bird, whirled her over and -over as she fought vainly to regain her balance, and at last bore her -down so closely to the seething tumult beneath her that a breaking -wave lapped her up and she disappeared. All hands had witnessed her -brave battle with fate, and quite a buzz of sympathy went up for her -in her sad defeat. - -That same evening one of the lads found a strange bird nestling -under one of the boats. None of us knew what it was, for none of us -ever remembered seeing so queer a creature before. Nor will this -be wondered at when I say that it was a goat-sucker, as I learned -long afterwards by seeing a plate of one in a Natural History I was -reading. But the curious speculations that its appearance gave rise -to in the fo’c’s’le were most amusing. The wide gape of its mouth, -so unexpected when it was shut, was a source of the greatest wonder, -while the downy fluff of its feathers made one man say it reminded -him of a “nowl” that a skipper of a ship he was in once caught and -kept alive for a long time as a pet. - -Of the few visitors that board a ship in mid-ocean none are more -difficult to account for than butterflies. I have seen the common -white butterfly fluttering about a ship in the North Atlantic when -she was certainly over 500 miles from the nearest land. And in -various parts of the world butterflies and moths will suddenly appear -as if out of space, although the nearest land be several hundreds -of miles distant. I have heard the theory advanced that their -chrysalides must have been on board the ship, and they have just -been hatched out when seen. It may be so, although I think unlikely; -but yet it is hard to imagine that so fragile a creature, associated -only in the mind with sunny gardens or scented hillsides, could brave -successfully the stern rigour of a flight extending over several -hundred miles of sea. All that is certain about the matter is that -they _do_ visit the ships at such distances from land, and disappear -as if disheartened at the unsuitability of their environment. Lying -in Sant’ Ana, Mexico, once, loading mahogany, I witnessed the labours -of an unbidden guest that made me incline somewhat to the chrysalis -theory about the butterflies. Our anchorage was some three miles off -shore in the open roadstead, where the rafts of great mahogany logs -tossed and tumbled about ceaselessly alongside. They had all been a -long time in the water before they reached us, and were consequently -well coated with slime, which made them an exceedingly precarious -footing for the unfortunate slingsman, who was as often in the water -as he was on the raft. One evening as I lay in my bunk reading by -the light of a smuggled candle, I was much worried by a persistent -buzz that sounded very near, and far too loud to be the voice of -any mosquito that I had ever been unfortunate enough to be attended -by. Several times I looked for this noisy insect without success, -and at last gave up the task and went on deck, feeling sure there -wasn’t room in the bunk for the possessor of that voice and myself. -Next day after dinner I was again lying in my bunk, resting during -the remainder of the dinner hour, when to my amazement I saw what I -took to be an overgrown wasp or hornet suddenly alight upon a beam -overhead, walk into a corner, and begin the music that had so worried -me overnight. I watched him keenly, but could hardly make out his -little game, until he suddenly flew away. Then getting a light, for -the corner was rather dark, I discovered a row of snug apartments -much like acorn-cups, only deeper, all neatly cemented together, and -as smooth inside as a thimble. Presently along came Mr. Wasp, or -Hornet, or whatever he was, again, and set to work, while I watched -him as closely as I dared without giving him offence, noticing that -he carried his material in a little blob on his chest between his -fore legs. It looked like mud; but where could he get mud from? I -could swear there was none on board under that fierce sun, and I -couldn’t imagine him going six miles in five minutes, which he must -needs have done had he gone ashore for it. So I watched his flight as -well as I could, but it was two days before I discovered my gentleman -on one of the logs alongside, scraping up a supply of slime, and -skipping nimbly into the air each time the sea washed over his -alighting-place. That mystery was solved at any rate. I kept careful -watch over that row of dwellings thereafter, determined to suppress -the whole block at the first sign of a brood of wasps making their -appearance. None ever did, and at last I took down the cells with -the greatest care, finding them perfectly empty. So I came to the -conclusion that my ingenious and industrious guest had been building -for the love of the thing, or for amusement, or to keep his hand in, -or perhaps something warned him in time that the site he had selected -for his eligible row of residences was liable to sudden serious -vicissitudes of climate. At any rate, he abandoned them, much to my -comfort. - - - - - “THE WAY OF A SHIP” - - -Solomon had, among the many mighty qualities of mind which have -secured his high eminence as the wisest man of the world, an -attribute which does not always accompany abundant knowledge. He was -prompt to admit his limitations, as far as he knew them, frankly -and fully. And among them he confesses an inability to understand -“the way of a ship in the midst of the sea.” It may be urged that -there was little to wonder at in this, since the exigencies of his -position must have precluded his gaining more than the slightest -actual experience of seafaring. Yet it is marvellous that he should -have mentioned this thing, seemingly simple to a shore-dweller, -which is to all mariners a mystery past finding out. No matter how -long a sailor may have sailed the seas in one ship, or how deeply -he may have studied the ways of that ship under apparently all -combinations of wind and sea, he will never be found to assert -thoughtfully that he _knows_ her altogether. Much more, then, are -the myriad idiosyncrasies of all ships unknowable. Kipling has done -more, perhaps, than any other living writer to point out how certain -fabrics of man’s construction become invested with individuality of -an unmistakable kind, and of course so acute an observer could not -fail to notice how pre-eminently is this the case with ships. - -Now, in what follows I seek as best I may to show, by a niggardly -handful of instances in my own experience, how the “personality” of -ships expresses itself, and how incomprehensible these manifestations -are to the men whose business it is to study them. Even before the -ship has quitted the place of her birth, yea, while she is yet -a-building, something of this may be noted. One man will study -deepest mathematical problems, will perfectly apply his formulæ, -and see them accurately embodied in steel or timber, so that by all -ordinary laws of cause and effect the resultant vessel should be a -marvel of speed, stability, and strength. And yet she is a failure. -She has all the vices that the sailor knows and dreads: crank, slow, -leewardly, hanging in stays, impossible to steer satisfactorily. -Every man who ever sails in her carries in his tenacious sea-memory, -to the day of his death, vengeful recollections of her perversities, -and often in the dog-watch holds forth to his shipmates in eloquent -denunciation of her manifold iniquities long after one would have -thought her very name would be forgotten. Another shipbuilder, -innocent of a scintilla of mathematics, impatient of diagrams, will -begin apparently without preparation, adding timber to timber, and -breast-hook to stem, until out of the dumb cavern of his mind a ship -is evolved, his inexpressible idea manifested in graceful yet massive -shape. And that ship will be all that the other is not. As if the -spirit of her builder had somehow been wrought into her frame, she -behaves with intelligence, and becomes the delight, the pride, of -those fortunate enough to sail in her. - -Such a vessel it was once my good fortune to join in London for a -winter passage across to Nova Scotia. Up to that time my experience -had been confined to large vessels and long voyages, and it was -not without the stern compulsion of want that I shipped in the -_Wanderer_. She was a brigantine of two hundred and forty tons -register, built in some little out-of-the-way harbour in Nova Scotia -by one of the amphibious sailor-farmers of that ungenerous coast, in -just such a rule-of-thumb manner as I have spoken of. When I got on -board I pitied myself greatly. I felt cramped for room; I dreaded -the colossal waves of the Atlantic at that stormy winter season, in -what I considered to be a weakly built craft fit only for creeping -closely along-shore. We worked down the river, also a new departure -to me, always accustomed hitherto to be towed down to Beachy Head -by a strenuous tug. The delicate way in which she responded to all -the calls we made on her astonished our pilot, who was loud in his -praises of her “handiness,” one of the most praiseworthy qualities -a ship can have in a seaman’s eyes. Nevertheless, I still looked -anxiously forward to our meeting with the Atlantic, although day by -day, as we zigzagged down Channel, I felt more and more amazed at -the sympathy she showed with her crew. At last we emerged upon the -wide, open ocean, clear of even the idea of shelter from any land; -and as if to show conclusively how groundless were my fears, it blew -a bitter north-west gale. Never have I known such keen delight in -watching a vessel’s behaviour as I knew then. As if she were one of -the sea-people, such as the foam-like gulls or wheeling petrels, -next of kin to the waves themselves, she sported with the tumultuous -elements, her motion as easy as the sway of the seaweed and as light -as a bubble. And even when the strength of the storm-wind forbade -us to show more than the tiniest square of canvas, she answered the -touch of her helm, as sensitive to its gentle suasion as Hiawatha’s -Cheemaun to the voice of her master. Never a wave broke on deck, -although she had so little free-board that a bucket of water could -almost be dipped without the aid of a lanyard. That gale taught me a -lesson I have never been able to forget. It was, never to judge of -the seaworthy qualities of a ship by her appearance at anchor, but to -wait until she had an opportunity of telling me in her own language -what she could do. - -Then came a spell of favourable weather--for the season, that -is--when we could carry plenty of sail and make good use of our time. -Another characteristic now revealed itself in her--her steerability. -Once steady on her course under all canvas, one turn of a spoke, or -at most of two spokes, of the wheel was sufficient to keep her so; -and for an hour I have walked back and forth before the wheel, with -both hands in my pockets, while she sped along at ten knots an hour, -as straight as an arrow in its flight. But when any sail was taken -off her, no matter which, she would no longer steer herself, as if -the just and perfect balance of her sail area had been disturbed; -but she was easier to steer then than any vessel I have ever known. -Lastly, a strong gale tested her powers of running before it, the -last touch of excellence in any ship being that she shall run safely -dead before a gale. During its height we _passed_ the Anchor liner -_California_, a huge steamship some twenty times our bulk. From end -to end of that mighty ship the frolicsome waves leaped and tumbled; -from every scupper and swinging-port spouted a briny flood. Every -sea, meeting her mass in its way, just climbed on board and spread -itself, so that she looked, as sailors say, like a half-tide rock. -From her towering hurricane-deck our little craft must have appeared -a forlorn little object--just a waif of the sea, existing only by a -succession of miracles. Yet even her muffled-up passengers, gazing -down upon the white dryness of our decks, looked as if they could -dimly understand that the comfort which was unmistakably absent from -their own wallowing monster was cosily present with us. - -Another vessel, built on the same coast, but three times the size -of the _Wanderer_, was the _Sea Gem_, in which I had an extended -experience. Under an old sea-dog of a captain who commanded her the -first part of the voyage, she played more pranks than a jibbing -mule with a new driver. None of the ordinary manœuvres necessary to -a sailing-ship would she perform without the strangest antics and -refusals. She seemed possessed of a stubborn demon of contrariness. -Sometimes at night, when, at the change of the watch, all hands -were kept on deck to tack ship, more than an hour would be wasted -in futile attempts to get her about in a seamanlike way. She would -prance up into the wind gaily enough, as if about to turn in her own -length, and then at the crucial moment fall off again against the -hard-down helm, while all hands cursed her vigorously for the most -obstinate, clumsy vessel ever calked. Or she would come up far enough -for the order of “mainsail haul,” and there she would stick, like -a wall-eyed sow in a muddy lane, hard and fast in irons. With her -mainyards braced a-port and her foreyards a-starboard, she reminded -all hands of nothing so much as the old sea-yarn of the Yankee -schooner-skipper who for the first time found himself in command of a -bark. Quite scared of those big square sails, he lay in port until, -by some lucky chance, he got hold of a mate who had long sailed in -square-rigged vessels. Then he boldly put to sea. But by some evil -hap the poor mate fell overboard and was drowned when they had been -several days out; and one morning a homeward-bounder spied a bark -in irons making rapid signals of distress, although the weather was -fine, and the vessel appeared staunch and seaworthy enough. Rounding -to under the sufferer’s stern, the homeward-bound skipper hailed, -“What’s the matter?” “Oh!” roared the almost frantic Yankee, “for -God’s sake send somebody aboard that knows somethin’ about this kind -er ship. I’ve lost my square-rigged mate overboard, an’ I cain’t git -a move on her nohow!” He’d been trying to sail her “winged out,” -schooner fashion. So disgusted was our skipper with the _Sea Gem_ -that he left her in Mobile, saying that he was going to retire from -the sea altogether. But we all believed he was scared to death that -she would run away with him some fine day. Another skipper took -command, a Yankee Welshman by the name of Jones. The first day out I -heard the second mate say to him deferentially, “She’s rather ugly -in stays, sir.” “_Is_ she?” queried the old man, with an astonished -air. “Wall, I should hev surmised she was ez nimble ez a kitten. Yew -don’t say!” Shortly after it became necessary to tack, and, to our -utter amazement, the _Sea Gem_ came about in almost her own length, -with never a suggestion that she had ever been otherwise than as -handy as a St. Ives smack. Nor did she ever after betray any signs of -unwillingness to behave with the same cheerful alacrity. Had her trim -been different we could have understood it, because some ships handy -in ballast are veritable cows when loaded, and _vice versâ_. But that -reasoning had here no weight, since her draft was essentially the -same. - -Not without a groan do I recall a passage in one of the handsomest -composite barks I ever saw. Her name I shall not give, as she was -owned in London, and may be running still, for all I know. My eye -lingered lovingly over her graceful lines as she lay in dock, and -I thought gleefully that a passage to New Zealand in her would be -like a yachting-trip. An additional satisfaction was some patent -steering-gear which I had always longed to handle, having been told -that it was a dream of delight to take a trick with it. I admit -that she was right down to her Plimsoll, and I will put it to her -credit that she was only some dozen miles to leeward of the ill-fated -_Eurydice_ when that terrible disaster occurred that extinguished -so many bright young lives. But the water was smooth, and we had no -long row of lower-deck ports open for the sea to rush in when the -vessel heeled to a sudden squall. It is only her Majesty’s ships -that are exposed to such dangers as that. In fact, for the first -fortnight out she was on her extra-special behaviour, although none -of us fellows for’ard liked a dirty habit she had of lifting heavy -sprays over fore and aft in a whole-sail breeze. Presently along came -a snifter from the south-west, and every man of us awoke to the fact -that we were aboard of a hooker saturated with every vicious habit -known to ships. There was no dryness in her. You never knew where or -when she would bow down to a harmless-looking sea and allow it to -lollop on board, or else, with a perversity almost incredible, fall -up against it so clumsily that it would send a blinding sheet of -spray as high as the clues of the upper topsails. Words fail me to -tell of the patent atrocity with which we were condemned to steer. -Men would stand at the wheel for their two hours’ trick, and imagine -tortures for the inventor thereof, coming for’ard at four or eight -bells, speechlessly congested with the volume of their imprecations -upon him. Yet I have no doubt he, poor man, considered himself a -benefactor to the genus seafarer. In any weather you could spin the -wheel round from hard up to hard down without feeling the slightest -pressure of the sea against the rudder. And as, to gain power, speed -must be lost, two turns of the wheel were equal to only one with the -old-fashioned gear. The result of these differences was to a sailor -simply maddening. For all seamen steer as much by the _feel_ of the -wheel as by anything else (I speak of sailing-ships throughout), -a gentle increase of pressure warning you when she wants a little -bit to meet her in her sidelong swing. Not only so, but there is a -subtle sympathy (to a good helmsman) conveyed in those alterations -of pressure which, while utterly unexplainable in words, make all -the difference between good and bad steering. Then, none of us could -get used to the doubling of the amount of helm necessary. We were -always giving her too much or too little. As she was by no means an -easy-steering ship, even had her gear been all right, the consequence -of this diabolical impediment to her guidance was that the man who -kept her within two points and a half, in anything like a breeze, -felt that he deserved high praise. - -Still, with all these unpleasantnesses, we worried along in fairly -comfortable style, for we had a fresh mess and railway-duff (a plum -at every station) every Sunday. Every upper bunk in the fo’c’s’le -was leaky, and always remained so; but we rigged up water-sheds that -kept us fairly dry during our slumbers. So we fared southward through -the fine weather, forgetting, with the lax memory of the sailor -for miserable weather, the sloppy days that had passed, and giving -no thought to the coming struggle. Gradually we stole out of the -trade area, until the paling blue of the sky and the accumulation -of torn and feathery cloud-fields warned us of our approach to that -stern region where the wild western wind reigns supreme. The trades -wavered, fell, and died away. Out from the west, with a rush and a -roar, came the cloud-compeller, and eastward we fled before it. An -end now to all comfort fore and aft. For she wallowed and grovelled, -allowing every sea, however kindly disposed, to leap on board, until -the incessant roar of the water from port to starboard dominated our -senses even in sleep. A massive breakwater of two-inch kauri planks -was fitted across the deck in front of the saloon for the protection -of the afterguard, who dwelt behind it as in a stockaded fort. As the -weather grew worse, and the sea got into its gigantic stride, our -condition became deplorable; for it was a task of great danger to -get from the fo’c’s’le to the wheel, impossible to perform without -a drenching, and always invested with the risk of being dashed to -pieces. We “carried on” recklessly in order to keep her at least -ahead of the sea; but at night, when no stars were to be seen, and -the compass swung madly through all its thirty-two points, steering -was mental and physical torture. In fact, it was only possible to -steer at all by the feel of the wind at one’s back, and even then the -best helmsman among us could not keep her within two points on each -side of her course. We lived in hourly expectation of a catastrophe, -and for weeks none of us forward ever left off oilskins and sea-boots -even to sleep in. At last, on Easter Sunday, three seas swept on -board simultaneously. One launched itself like a Niagara over the -stern, and one rose on each side in the waist, until the two black -hills of water towered above us for fully twenty feet. Then they -leaned toward each other and fell, their enormous weight threatening -to crush our decks in as if they had been paper. Nothing could be -seen of the hull for a smother of white, except the forecastle-head. -When, after what seemed an age, she slowly lifted out of that -boiling, yeasty whirl, the breakwater was gone, and so was all the -planking of the bulwarks on both sides from poop to forecastle break. -Nothing was left but to heave to, and I, for one, firmly believed -that we should never get her up into the wind. However, we were bound -to try; and watching the smooth (between two sets of seas), the helm -was put hard down and the mizen hauled out. Round she came swiftly -enough, but just as she presented her broadside to the sea, up rose -a monstrous wave. Over, over she went--over until the third ratline -of the lee rigging was under water; that is to say, the lee rail -was full six feet under the sea. One hideous tumult prevailed, one -dazzling glare of foaming water surrounded us; but I doubt whether -any of us thought of anything but how long we could hold our breath. -Had she been less deeply loaded she must have capsized. As it was, -she righted again, and came up into the wind still afloat. But never -before or since have I seen a vessel behave like that hove to. We -were black and blue with being banged about, our arms strained almost -to uselessness by holding on. Beast as she was, the strength of her -hull was amazing, or she would have been racked to splinters: for in -that awful sea she rolled clean to windward until she filled herself, -then canted back again until she lay nearly on her beam-ends; and -this she did continually for three days and nights. At the first -of the trouble the cabin had been gutted so that neither officers -nor passengers had a dry thread, and of course all cooking was -impossible. I saw the skipper chasing his sextant (in its box) around -the saloon-table, which was just level with the water which was -making havoc with everything. And not a man of us for’ard but had -some pity to spare for the one woman passenger (going out with her -little boy to join her husband), who, we knew, was crouching in the -corner of an upper bunk in her cabin, hugging her child to her bosom, -and watching with fascinated eyes the sullen wash of the dark water -that plunged back and forth across the sodden strip of carpet. - -In spite of all these defects in the ship, she reached Lyttelton in -safety at last; and I, with more thankfulness than I knew how to -express, was released from her, and took my place as an officer on -board a grand old ship three times her size. Unfortunately for me, -my sea experience of her extended only over one short passage to -Adelaide, where she was laid up for sale; and of my next ship I have -spoken at length elsewhere, so I may not enlarge upon her behaviour -here. After that I had the good fortune to get a berth as second -mate of the _Harbinger_, to my mind one of the noblest specimens of -modern shipbuilding that ever floated. She was lofty--210 feet from -water-line to skysail truck--and with all her white wings spread, -thirty-one mighty sails, she looked like a mountain of snow. She was -built of steel, and in every detail was as perfect as any sailor -could wish. For all her huge bulk she was as easy to handle as any -ten-ton yacht--far easier than some--and in any kind of weather her -docility was amazing. No love-sick youth was ever more enamoured of -his sweetheart than I of that splendid ship. For hours of my watch -below I have sat perched upon the martingale guys under the jib-boom, -watching with all a lover’s complacency the stately sheer of her stem -through the sparkling sea, and dreamily noting the delicate play of -rainbow tints through and through the long feather of spray that ran -unceasingly up the stem, and, curling outward, fell in a diamond -shower upon the blue surface below. She was so clean in the entrance -that you never saw a foaming spread of broken water ahead, driven in -front by the vast onset of the hull. She parted the waves before her -pleasantly, as an arrow the air; graciously, as if loath to disturb -their widespread solitude. - -But it needed a tempest to show her “way” in its perfection. Like -the _Wanderer_, but in a grand and gracious fashion, she seemed to -claim affinity with the waves, and they in their wildest tumult met -her as if they too knew and loved her. She was the only ship I ever -knew or heard of that would “stay” under storm-staysails, reefed -topsails, and a reefed foresail in a gale of wind. In fact, I never -saw anything that she would not do that a ship should do. She was so -truly a child of the ocean that even a bungler could hardly mishandle -her; she _would_ work well in spite of him. And, lastly, she would -_steer_ when you could hardly detect an air out of the heavens, with -a sea like a mirror, and the sails hanging apparently motionless. -The men used to say she would go a knot with only the quartermaster -whistling at the wheel for a wind. - -Then for my sins I shipped before the mast in an equally large iron -ship bound for Calcutta. She was everything that the _Harbinger_ -was not--an ugly abortion that the sea hated. When I first saw her -(after I had shipped), I asked the cook whether she wasn’t a razeed -steamboat--I had almost said an adapted loco-boiler. When he told -me that this was only her second voyage I had to get proof before -I could believe him. And as her hull was, so were her sails. They -looked like a job lot scared up at ship-chandlers’ sales, and hung -upon the yards like rags drying. Our contempt for her was too great -for words. Of course she was under water while there was any wind -to speak of, and her motions were as strange as those of a seasick -pig. A dredger would have beaten her at sailing; a Medway barge, with -her Plimsoll mark in the main-rigging, would have been ten times as -comfortable. Somehow we buttocked her out in 190 days with 2500 tons -of salt in her hold, and again my fortunate star intervened to get me -out of her and into a better ship as second mate. - -Of steamers I have no authority to speak, although they, too, have -their ways, quite as non-understandable as sailing-ships, and -complicated, too, by the additional entity of the engines within. -But everything that floats and is built by man, from the three-log -catamaran of the Malabar coast, or the balsa of Brazil, up to the -latest leviathan, has a way of its own, and that way is certainly, in -all its variations, past finding out. - - - - - SEA ETIQUETTE - - -Nothing is more loudly regretted by the praisers of old times than -the gradual disappearance of etiquette under the stress and burden -of these bustling days, and nowhere is the decay of etiquette more -pronounced than at sea. Romance persists because until machinery -can run itself humanity must do so, and where men and women live -romance cannot die. But were it not for the Royal Navy, with its -perfect discipline and unbroken traditions, etiquette at sea must -without doubt perish entirely, and that soon. Such fragments of it as -still survive in the Merchant Service are confined to sailing-ships, -those beautiful visions that are slowly disappearing one by one -from off the face of the deep. Take, for instance, the grand old -custom so full of meaning of “saluting the deck.” The poop or raised -after-deck of a ship over which floated the national flag was -considered to be always pervaded by the presence of the Sovereign, -and, as the worshipper of whatever rank removes his hat upon entering -a church, so from the Admiral to the powder-monkey every member -of the ship’s company as he set foot upon the poop “saluted the -deck”--the invisible presence. As the division between men-of-war -and merchantmen widened so the practice weakened in the latter, and -only now survives in the rigidly enforced practice of every person -below the rank of Captain or mate coming up on to the poop by the lee -side. And among the officers the practice is also observed according -to rank, for with the Captain on deck the chief mate takes the lee -side. But since in steamers there is often no lee side, the custom in -them has completely died out. To etiquette also belongs the strict -observance of the rule in all vessels of tacking “Sir” on to every -reply to an officer, or the accepted synonym for his position to a -tradesman who is a petty officer, as “Boss” for boatswain, “Chips” -for carpenter, “Sails” for sailmaker, and “Doctor” for cook. A -woeful breach of etiquette is committed by the Captain who, coming -on deck while one of his mates is carrying out some manœuvre, takes -upon himself to give orders direct to the men. It is seldom resented -by junior officers for obvious reasons, but the chief mate would -probably retire to another part of the vessel at once with the remark -that it was “only one man’s work.” - -In many cases etiquette and discipline are so closely interwoven that -it is hard to know where one leaves off and the other begins, but -in all such cases observance is strictly enforced as being one of -the few remaining means whereby even a simulacrum of discipline is -maintained in undermanned and oversparred sailing-ships--such as the -repetition of every order given by the hearer, the careful avoidance -of any interference by one man with another’s work in the presence of -an officer, and the preservation of each officer’s rightful attitude -toward those under his charge and his superiors. Thus during the -secular work of the day, work, that is, apart from handling the ship, -the mate gives his orders to the boatswain, who sees them carried -out. Serious friction always arises when during any operation the -mate comes between the boatswain and his gang, unless, as sometimes -happens, the boatswain be hopelessly incompetent. - -In the private life of the ship every officer’s berth is his house, -sacred, inviolable, wherein none may enter without his invitation. -And in a case of serious dereliction of duty or disqualification it -becomes his prison. “Go to your room, sir,” is a sentence generally -equivalent to professional ruin, since a young officer’s future lies -in the hollow of his Commander’s hand. The saloon is free to officers -only at meal-times, not a common parlour wherein they may meet for -chat and recreation, except in port with the Captain ashore. And -as it is “aft” so in its degree is it “forrard.” In some ships the -carpenter has a berth to himself and a workshop besides, into which -none may enter under pain of instant wrath--and “Chips” is not a man -to be lightly offended. But in most cases all the petty officers -berth together in an apartment called by courtesy the “half-deck,” -although it seldom resembles in a remote degree the dingy, fœtid -hole that originally bore that name. Very dignified are the petty -officers, gravely conscious of their dignity, and sternly set upon -the due maintenance of their rightful status as the backbone of -the ship’s company. Such a grave breach of etiquette as an “A.B.” -entering their quarters, with or without invitation, is seldom heard -of, and quite as infrequent are the occasions when an officer does -so. In large ships, where six or seven apprentices are carried, an -apartment in a house on deck is set apart for their sole occupation, -and the general characteristic of such an abode is chaos--unless, -indeed, there should be a senior apprentice of sufficient stability -to preserve order, which there seldom is. These “boys’ houses” are -bad places for a youngster fresh from school, unless a conscientious -Captain or chief mate should happen to be at the head of affairs and -make it his business to give an eye to the youngsters’ proceedings -when off duty. Of course etiquette may be looked for in vain here, -unless it be the etiquette of “fagging” in its worst sense. - -The men’s quarters, always called the forecastle, even when a more -humane shipowner than usual has relegated the forecastle proper to -its rightful use as lockers for non-perishable stores and housed -his men in a building on deck, is always divided longitudinally in -half. The port or mate’s watch live on the port side, the starboard -or second mate’s watch on the starboard side. To this rule there is -no exception. And here we have etiquette _in excelsis_. Although -the barrier between the two sides is usually of the flimsiest and -often quite imaginary in effect, it is a wall of separation with -gates guarded and barred. The visitor from one side to the other, -whatever his excuse, approaches humbly, feeling ill at ease until -made welcome. And from dock to dock it is an unheard-of thing for any -officer save the Captain to so much as _look_ into the forecastle. -Of course, exceptional circumstances do arise, such as a general -outbreak of recalcitrancy, but the occasion must be abnormal for -such a breach of etiquette to be made. Some Captains very wisely -make it their duty to go the round of the ship each morning, seeing -that everything is as it should be, and these enter the forecastle -as a part of their examination. But this is quite the exception -to the general rule, and is always felt to be more or less of an -infringement of immemorial right. - -In what must be called the social life of the forecastle, although -it is commonly marked by an utter absence of social observances, -there are several well-defined rules of etiquette which persist in -spite of all other changes. One must not lock his chest at sea. As -soon as the last landsman has left the ship, unlock the “donkey,” -throw the key ostentatiously into the till, and, letting the lid -fall, seat yourself upon it, and light your pipe. It is a Masonic -sign of good-fellowship, known and read of all men, that you are -a “Sou’ Spainer” indeed, at home again. The first time that the -newly assembled crew sit down gipsy fashion to a meal (for tables -are seldom supplied), there may be one, usually a boy, who fails -to remove his cap. Then does the nearest man’s hand seek the -“bread-barge” for a whole biscuit, generally of tile-like texture -and consistency. Grasping it by spreading his fingers all over its -circumference, the mentor brings it down crushingly upon the covered -head of the offender, who is thus initiated, as it were, to the fact -that he must “show respect to his grub,” as the term goes. But often -when the commons have been exceptionally short or bad an old seaman -will deliberately put on his cap again with the remark “’Tain’t wuth -it.” If a man wants to smoke while a meal is in progress let him -go outside, unless he desires deliberately to raise a storm. And -when on the first day of serving out stores a man has been induced -to undertake the onerous duty of dividing to each one his weekly -portion--“whacking out”--gross indeed must be his carelessness or -unfairness before any sufferer will raise a protest. It used to be -the practice to load the boys or ordinary seamen (a grade between -“A.B.” and boy) with all the menial service of the forecastle, such -as food-fetching, washing up utensils, scrubbing, &c. But a juster -and wiser plan has been borrowed from the Navy, whereby each man -takes in rotation a week as “cook of the mess.” He cooks nothing, the -“Doctor” will take care of that, but he is the servant of his house -for that week, responsible for its due order and cleanliness. The -boys are usually kept out of the forecastle altogether, and berthed -with the petty officers, a plan which has with some advantages grave -drawbacks. One curious old custom deserves passing notice. Upon a -vessel’s arrival in ports where it is necessary to anchor, it is -usual to set what is called an “anchor-watch” the first night. All -hands take part in this for one hour each, or should do so, but that -sometimes there are too few and sometimes too many. As soon as the -order is given to “pick for anchor-watch” an old hand draws a rude -circle on the deck, which he subdivides into as many sections as -there are men. Then one man retires while all the rest come forward -and make each man his private mark in a section. When all have -contributed, the excluded one (whose mark has been made for him by -deputy) is called in and solemnly rubs out mark after mark, the first -to be rubbed out giving its owner the first hour’s watch, and so on. - -Nothing has been said about etiquette in the Royal Navy, because -there it is hardly ever to be distinguished from disciplinary rule. -Nor has allusion been more than casually made to steamships, whose -routine excludes etiquette, having no more room for it than it has -for seamanship, except upon rare occasions. - - - - - WAVES - - -Beloved of the poet and the painter, appealing by the inimitable -grace of their curves and marvel of their motion to all mankind, the -waves of the sea take easily their high place with the stars and -the mountains as some of the chief glories attendant upon the round -world. Only an artist, perhaps, could do justice to the multiplicity -of lovely lines into which the ruffled surface of the ocean -enwreathes itself under the pressure of the storm. Yet any one with -an eye for the beautiful will find it hard to leave a sight so fair, -will watch unweariedly for hours the gliding, curling masses as they -rise, apparently in defiance of law, subside and rise again and yet -again. - -Sailors often speak of an “ugly” sea, but the adjective has quite -another meaning to that usually attached to it. They do not mean -that it is ugly in appearance, for they well know that the beauty -of a wave is as much a part of it as is the water--it cannot be -otherwise than beautiful, as it cannot cease to be wet. What they -mean is a dangerous sea. And by “sea” they always mean wave. A sailor -never speaks of a “high wave,” “cross waves,” “heavy waves”; in -fact, on board ship, except when passengers are getting information -from officers, you will not hear the word “wave” mentioned at all. -It is necessary to mention this purely nautical detail to save -constant explanation and digression. To return, then, to the sailor’s -“ugly” sea. Its ugliness may be due to many different causes, but -in the result the waves do not run truly with the wind; they rise -unexpectedly and confusedly, changing the natural motion of the -ship into a bewildered stagger, such as one will sometimes see in -a horse when a brutal, foolish driver is beating him over the head -and wrenching first at one rein and then the other without knowing -himself what he wants the poor brute to do. It is very pitiful, -too, to watch a gallant ship being pressed through an ugly, untrue -sea--such, for instance, as may be met with in the North Atlantic -with a south-west gale blowing, and the vessel in the midst of the -Gulf Stream. The conflict between wind and current, all the more -terrible for its invisibility, is deep-reaching, so deep that every -excuse must be found for those who have spoken of seas running -mountains high. As the steady, implacable thrust of the storm booms -forth, the black breadths of water rise rebellious; they would fain -flow in the face of the wind, but that cannot be. So they rise, -sullenly rise, peak-like, against their persecutor, until his might -compels them forward against the mighty stream beneath, and their -shattered crags and pinnacles tumble in ruinous heaps around. - -Even this, however, is less dangerous than that time--to be spoken -of by those who have seen it, and live, with bated breath--when, -rotating like some wheel of the gods, the tropical cyclone whirls -across the Indian seas. Round and round blow the incredibly furious -winds, having a centrifugal direction withal, and yet the whole -mighty system progresses in some given direction, until towards its -centre there is a Maelstrom indeed--a space where the wind hath left, -as it were, a funnel of calm in the world-tumult. And there the waves -hold high revel. Heap upon heap the waters rise, without direction, -without shape, save that of fortuitous blocks hurled skyward and -falling again in ruin. The fountains of the great deep appear to be -broken up, and woe to man’s handiwork found straying there in that -black hour. - -All those who have ever “run the Easting down” will remember, but -not all pleasurably, the great true sea of the roaring “forties” or -“fifties.” How, unhindered in its world-encircling sweep, the premier -wind of all comes joyously, unwaveringly, for many a day without a -pause, while the good ship flies before it with every wing bearing -its utmost strain. In keeping with the wind, the wave--the long, true -wave of the Southern Seas, spreading to infinity on either hand, a -gorgeous concave of blue, with its direction as straightly at right -angles to the ship’s track as if laid by line, and its ridge all -glistening like a wreath of new-fallen snow under silver moon or -golden sun. It pursues, it overtakes, rises astern with majestic -sound as of all the war-chariots of Neptune; then, easily passing -beneath the buoyant keel, it is gone on ahead, has joined its fellows -in their stately progress to the East. Adown its far-spreading -shoulders stream pennons of white; in the broad valley between -it and the next wave the same bright foam creams and hisses until -wherever the eye can rest is no longer blue but white--a wilderness -of curdling snow just bepatched with azure. - -The strong, exultant ship may rejoice in such a scene as this, but it -is far otherwise with the weakling. Caught up in this irresistible -march of wind and wave, she feels that her place is otherwhere; it -is not hers to strive with giants, but to abide by the stuff. Then -do the hapless mariners in charge watch carefully for a time when -they may lay her to, watch the waves’ sequence, knowing that every -third wave is greater, and leaves a broader valley of smooth behind -it than its fellows; while some say that with the third sequence of -three--the ninth wave--these differences are at their maximum. Why? -Who knows? Certain it is that some waves are heavier than others, and -equally certain it is that in the case of a truly running sea these -heavier seas appear at regularly recurrent intervals of three. And -that is all sailors know. Sufficient too, perhaps, as with their weak -and overladen ship they watch the smooth, to swing her up between two -rolling ranges of water, and without shipping more than thirty or -forty tons or so, heave her to, her head just quartering the oncoming -waves, and all danger of being overwhelmed by them removed. - -Curious indeed are the waves to be found over uneven bottoms with -strong undercurrents--as, for instance, on the coast of Nova -Scotia--and known as “overfalls.” Sufficiently annoying to vessels -of large size that get among them, they are most dangerous to small -craft. The water rises in masses perpendicularly, and falls a dead -weight without apparent forward motion--a puzzling, deadly sea to -meet when a howling gale is driving your small vessel across those -angry waters. But the overfall character is common to nearly all -waves raised in shallow seas and tidal streams. It adds to the -dangers of navigation immensely, and although the eye must be charmed -when from the lofty cliff we see the green-bosomed, hoary-shouldered -wave come thundering shoreward, we need not expect those to greet him -lovingly who must do so in weakness and undefended. - -What of the tidal wave; that mysterious indispensable swelling of the -waters that, following the “pull” of the moon, rolls round this globe -of ours twice in each twenty-four hours, stemming the outflow of -mighty rivers, penetrating far inland wherever access is available, -and doing within its short lease of life an amount of beneficent -work freely that would beggar the wealthiest Monarchy of the world -to undertake if it must needs be paid for? Mysterious it may well be -called, since, though its passage from zone to zone be so swift, it -is, like all other waves, but an undulatory movement of that portion -of the sea momentarily influenced by the suasion of the planet--not, -as is vulgarly supposed, the same mass of water vehemently carried -onward for thousands of miles. No; just as a tightly stretched -sheet of calico shows an undulation if the point of a stick be -passed along beneath its surface and pressed upward against it, an -undulation which leaves every fibre where it was originally, so does -the whole surface remain in its place while the long, long wave rolls -round the world carrying up to their moorings the homeward-bound -ships, sweetening mud-befouled tidal harbours, and giving to forlorn -breadths of deserted shallows all the glory and vitality of the -youthful sea. - -To meet a tidal wave at sea is in some parts of the watery world a -grim and unforgettable experience. Floating upon the shining blue -plain, with an indolent swelling of the surface just giving a cosy -roll to your ship now and then, you suddenly see in the distance a -ridge, a knoll of water that advances vast, silent, menacing. Nearer -and nearer it comes, rearing its apparently endless curve higher and -higher. There is no place to flee from before its face. Neither is -there much suspense. For its pace is swift, although it appears so -deliberate, from the illimitable grandeur of its extent. It is upon -the ship. She behaves in accordance with the way she has been caught -and her innate peculiarities. In any case, whatever her bulk, she is -hurled forward, upward, backward, downward, as if never again could -she regain an even keel, while her crew cling desperately to whatever -holding-place they may have reached, lest they should be dashed into -dead pieces. - -Some will have it that these marvellous upliftings of the sea-bosom -are not tidal waves at all--that they do not belong to that normal -ebb and flow of the ocean that owns the sway of the moon. If so, -they would be met with more frequently than they are at sea, and far -more disasters would be placed to their account. This contention -seems reasonable, because it is well known that lonely islets such as -St. Helena, Tristan d’Acunha, and Ascension are visited at irregular -intervals by a succession of appalling waves (rollers) that deal -havoc among the smaller shipping, and look as if they would overwhelm -the land. The suggestion is that these stupendous waves are due to -cosmic disturbance, to submarine earthquakes upheaving the ocean-bed -and causing so vast a displacement of the ocean that its undulations -extend for several thousands of miles. - -As to the speed of waves, judging from all experience, they would -seem never to exceed sixteen to eighteen knots an hour in their -hugest forms. And yet it is well known that they will often outstrip -the gale that gave them birth, let it rage never so furiously. Lying -peacefully rolling upon the smoothest of summer seas, you shall -presently find, without any alteration in the weather, the vessel’s -motion change from its soothing roll to a sharp, irritable, and -irritating movement. And, looking overside, there may be seen the -forerunners of the storm that is raging hundreds of miles away, the -hurrying waves that it has driven in its path. So likewise, long -hours after a gale is over, the waves it has raised roll on, still -reluctant to resume their levelled peace, and should a new gale arise -in some contrary direction, the “old” sea, as the sailor calls it, -will persist, making the striving ship’s progress full of weariness -and unease to those on board. Of the energy of waves, of the lessons -they teach, their immutable mutability, and other things concerning -them that leap to the mind, no word can now be spoken, for space is -spent. - - - - - A BATTLESHIP OF TO-DAY - - -Last year it was my pleasant privilege to lay before the readers of -the _Spectator_ a few details upon the polity of a battleship, and -from the amount of interest shown in that subject, it would seem -acceptable to supplement it by a few more details upon the mechanical -side. First, then, as to the ship herself. Complaints are often heard -of the loss of beauty and ship-like appearance consequent upon the -gain of combative strength in these floating monsters. And it cannot -be denied that up till a few years ago in our own Navy, and at the -present date among the _cuirassés_ of France, the appearance of the -vessels made such a complaint well founded--such ships as the _Hoche_ -and _Charlemagne_, for instance, from which it may truly be said that -all likeness to a ship has been removed. But in our own Navy there -has been witnessed of late years a decided return to the handsome -contour of vessels built, not for war, but for the peaceful pursuits -of the merchant service. And this has so far been attended by the -happiest results. These mighty ships of the _Majestic_ class, on -board of one of which I am now writing, have won the unstinted praise -of all connected with them. This means a great deal, for there are -no more severe critics of the efforts of naval architects than naval -officers, as would be naturally expected. In these ships the eye is -arrested at once by their beautiful lines, and the absence of any -appearance of top-heaviness so painfully evident in ships like the -_Thunderer_, the _Dreadnought_, and the _Admirals_. Their spacious -freeboard, or height from the water-line to the edge of the upper -deck, catches a seaman’s eye at once, for a good freeboard means -not only a fairly dry ship, but also plenty of fresh air below, as -well as a sense of security in heavy weather. It is not, however, -until their testing time comes, in a heavy gale of wind on the wide -Atlantic, that their other virtues appear. Then one is never weary -of wondering at their splendid stability and freedom from rolling, -which makes them unique fighting platforms under the worst weather -conditions. They steer perfectly, a range of over three and a half -degrees on either side of their course being sufficient to bring -down heavy censure upon the quartermaster. They have not Belleville -boilers, and so enjoy almost complete immunity from breakdowns, -maintaining their speed in a manner that is not approached by any -other men-of-war afloat. In addition to great economy of coal usage -they have, for a ship of war, very large coal bunkerage. In fact, in -this respect their qualifications are so high that there is danger of -being disbelieved in giving the plain facts. On a coal consumption of -50 tons per day for _all_ purposes a speed of eight knots per hour -can be maintained for forty days. Of course, with each extra knot of -speed the coal consumption increases enormously, reaching a maximum -of 220 tons a day for a speed of fifteen knots with forced draught. -It is necessary to italicise _all_ purposes, for it must always be -remembered that there is quite a host of auxiliary engines always at -work in these ships for the supply of electric light, ventilation, -steering, distilling, &c. And this brings me to a most important -detail of the economy of modern ships of war--their utter dependence -for efficient working upon modern inventions, all highly complicated, -and liable to get out of order. As, for instance, the lighting. It -is quite true that the work of the ship can be carried on without -electric light, but when one considers the bewildering ramifications -of utterly dark passages in the bowels of these huge ships, and -remembers how accustomed the workers become to the flood of light -given by a host of electric lamps, it needs no active exercise of -the imagination to picture the condition of things when that great -illumination is replaced by the feeble glimmer of candles or colomb -lights. Truly they only punctuate the darkness, they do not dispel -it, and work is carried on at great risk because of its necessary -haste. Then there is the steering. Under ordinary circumstances one -man stands at a baby wheel upon a lofty bridge, whence he has a view -from beam to beam of all that is going on, of the surrounding sea. -At a touch of his hand the obedient monster of 150 horse-power, far -down in the tiller-room aft, responds by exerting its great force -upon the rudder, and the ship is handled with ridiculous ease. Use -accustoms one to the marvel, and no wonder is ever evinced at the -way in which one man can keep that giant of 15,000 tons so steady -on her course. But of late we have had an object-lesson upon the -difference there is between steering by hand without the intervention -of machinery and steering with its aid. In the next water-tight -compartment forward of the tiller-room, there are four wheels, each -5 feet in diameter, and of great strength of construction. Some -distance in front of these there is an indicator--a brass pointer -moving along a horizontal scale marked in degrees. Forward of this -again, but about 2 feet to port of it, there is a compass, and -how any compass, however buttressed by compensators, can keep its -polarity in the midst of such an immense assemblage of iron and -steel furniture is almost miraculous. By the side of the compass is -a voice-tube communicating with the pilot-bridge forward. To each of -the wheels four men are allotted, sixteen in all. A quartermaster -watches, with eyes that never remove their gaze, the indicator, -which, actuated from the pilot-bridge 300 feet away, tells him -how many degrees of helm are needed, and he immediately gives his -orders accordingly. One man watches the compass, another attends the -voice-tube, listening intently for orders that may come in that way -from the officer responsible for the handling of the ship. Two men -also watch in the tiller-room for possible complications arising -there. Total, twenty-one men for the purpose of steering the ship -alone, or a crew equal to that of a sailing-ship of 2000 tons, or -the deck hands of a steamship of 6000 tons. Yet this steering crew -is only for one watch. Of course, this steering by hand is a last -resource. The engines which move the rudder are in duplicate, and -there are seven other stations from which they can be worked--viz., -one on the upper bridge, one in each of the conning-towers, one -at each steering-engine, and two others on different decks in the -lower fore-part of the ship. It is certainly true that some of these -wheels actuate the same connection, so that one break may disable -two, or even three, wheels; but even granting that, there still -remains a considerable margin of chances against the possibility -of ever being compelled to use the hand steering-gear. Those awful -weapons of war, the barbette guns, may also be handled by manual -labour, but it is instructive to compare the swift ease with which -they, their containing barbettes (each weighing complete 250 tons), -their huge cartridges of cordite and 850 lb. shells, are handled -by hydraulic power, and the same processes carried out by hand. -And so with all other serious operations, such as weighing anchor, -hoisting steamboats, &c. The masses of weight to be dealt with are -so great that the veriest novice may see at one glance that to be -compelled to use hand labour for their manipulation in actual warfare -would be equivalent to leaving the ship helpless, at the mercy of -another ship of any enemy’s not so situated. Yes, these ships are -good, so good that it is a pity they are not better. In the opinion -of those best qualified to know, they have still a great deal too -much useless top-hamper--nay, worse than useless, because in action -its destruction by shell-fire and consequent mass of débris would -not only mean the needless loss of many lives, but would pile up a -mountain of obstacles in the way of the ship’s efficient working. -Also, the amount of unnecessary woodwork with which these vessels -are cumbered is very great, constituting a danger so serious that -on going into action it would be imperative to put a tremendous -strain upon the crew in tearing it from its positions and flinging -it overboard. Upper works of course there must be, but they should -be reduced to their simplest and most easily removable expression, -and on no account should there be, as there now is, any battery -that in action would be unworkable, and consequently only so much -lumber in the way. Remembering the enormous cost of the flotilla of -boats carried by these ships, three of them being steamers of high -speed, it comes as somewhat of a shock to learn that upon going into -action one of the first things necessary would be to launch them -all overboard and let them go secured together so that they might -possibly be picked up again, although not easily by the ship to which -they belonged. It is only another lurid glimpse of the prospective -horror of modern naval warfare. There will be no means of escape -in case of defeat and sinking, for nothing will be left to float. -Finally, after all criticisms have been made it remains to be said -that it is much to be regretted that we have not double the number -of these splendid battleships furnished with boilers that can be -relied upon as the present boilers can. Other ships of their stamp -are being built, but with Belleville boilers, of which the best that -can be said is that our most dangerous prospective foe is using them -exclusively also. But she, again, is rushing blindly upon certain -disaster in the direction of accumulating enormous superstructures -which are certain to be destroyed early in any engagement, and being -destroyed will leave the ship a helpless wreck. We have shown our -wisdom by reducing these dreadfully disabling erections, and shall -yet reduce them more. Why not go a step farther, and refuse longer to -load our engineers with the horrible incubus of boilers that have not -a single workable virtue but that of raising steam quickly, and have -every vice that a vehicle for generating steam can possibly possess? - - - - - NAT’S MONKEY - - -When Nathaniel D. Troop (of Jersey City, U.S.A.), presently A.B. on -board the British ship _Belle_, solemnly announced his intention of -investing in a monkey the next time old Daddy the Bumboatman came -alongside, there was a breathless hush, something like consternation, -amongst his shipmates. It was in Bombay and eventide, and all we of -the foremast hands were quietly engaged upon our supper (tea is the -name for the corresponding meal ashore), with great content resting -upon us, for bananas, rooties, duck-eggs and similar bumboat-bought -luxuries abounded among us. So that the chunk of indurated buffalo -that had resisted all assaults upon it at dinner-time lay unmolested -at the bottom of the beef-kid, no one feeling sufficiently interested -to bestow a swear on it. - -For some time after Nat’s pronouncement nobody spoke. The cool breeze -whispered under the fo’c’s’le awning, the Bramley-kites wheeled -around whistling hungrily and casting their envious watchful eyes -upon our plates, and somewhere in the distance a dinghy-wallah -intoned an interminable legend to his fellow-sufferers that sounded -like the high-pitched drone of bees on a sultry afternoon among the -flowers. Then up and spake John de Baptiss: “Waffor, Nat? Wah we ben -dween t’yo. Foh de Lawd sake, sah, ef yew gwain bring Macaque ’bord -dis sheep you’se stockin trubble’ nough ter fill er mighty long -hole.” “’Sides,” argued Cockney Jem, “’taint ’sif we ain’t got a -monkey. ’Few wornt any monkey tricks played on us wot price th’ kid -’ere,” and he pointed to _me_. - -“Naow jess yew hole on half a minnit,” drawled Nat, “’relse yew’ll -lose your place. Djer ever know me ter make trubble sense I ben abord -thishyer limejuice dog-basket? Naw, I’ve a learnt manners, _I_ hev, -’n don’t never go stickin’ my gibbie in another man’s hash I don’t. -But in kase this kermunity sh’d feel anyways hurt at my perposal, -lemme ’splain. I s’pose I ain’t singler in bein’ ruther tired er -these blame hogs forrad here. Hogs is all right, ez hogs, but they -don’t make parler pets wuth a cent. N’wen I finds one biggern a -porpuss a wallerin’ round in my bunk ’n rootin’ ’mong the clean straw -my bed’s stuffed with, its kiender bore in erpon me that fresh pork -fer dinner’s wut I ben pinin’ fer a long time. Naow I know thet I kin -teach a monkey in about tew days ’nough ter make him scare the very -chidlins er them hogs inter sossidge meat if they kum investigatin’ -where he’s on dooty. ’N so I calkerlate to be a sorter bennyfactor -ter my shipmates, though it seems ’sif yew ain’t overnabove grateful.” - -By this time the faces of Nat’s audience had lost the look of -apprehension they had worn at first. Everybody had an account to -settle with those pigs, which swarmed homelessly about the fore -part of the deck, and never missed an opportunity of entering our -domicile during our absence, doing such acts and deeds there as pigs -are wont to perform. As they were a particular hobby of the skipper’s -we were loth to deal with them after their iniquities, the more so -as she was a particularly comfortable ship. And if Nat’s idea should -turn out to be a good one we should all be gainers. Consequently -when Daddy appeared in the morning Nat greeted him at once with the -question, “Yew got monkey?” Promptly came the stereotyped answer, -“No, Sahib. Eberyting got. Monkey no got. Melican war make monkey -bery dear.” However, as soon as Daddy was persuaded that a monkey -really was desired he undertook to supply one, and sure enough next -morning he brought one with him, a sinister-looking beast about as -large as a fox-terrier. He was secured by a leathern collar and a -dog-chain to the fife-rail of the foremast for the time, and one or -two of the men amused themselves by teasing him until he was almost -frantic. Presently I came round where he was lurking, forgetting for -the time all about his presence. Seeing his opportunity, he sprang -on to my shoulder and bit me so severely that I carry his marks now. -Smarting with the pain I picked up a small piece of coal and flung -it at him with all the strength I could muster. Unfortunately for me -it hit him on the head and made it bleed, for which crime I got well -rope’s-ended by Nat. And besides that I made an enemy of that monkey -for the rest of his time on board--many months--an enemy who never -lost a chance of doing me an ill turn. - -He took to his master at once, and was also on nodding terms with -one or two of the other men, but with the majority he was at open -war. Nat kept him chained up near his bunk, only taking him out for -an airing at intervals, and at once commenced to train him to go for -the pigs. But one day Nat laid in a stock of eggs and fruit, stowing -them as usual on the shelf in his bunk. We were very busy all the -morning on deck, so that I believe hardly a chance was obtained by -any one of getting below for a smoke. When dinner-time came Nat went -straight to his bunk to greet his pet, but he was nowhere to be seen. -The state of that bed though was something to remember. Jocko had -been amusing himself by trying to make an omelette, and the débris of -two dozen eggs was strewn and plastered over the bunk, intermingled -with crushed bananas, torn up books, feathers out of Nat’s swell -pillow, and several other things. While Nat was ransacking his memory -for some language appropriate to the occasion, a yell arose from the -other side of the forecastle where Paddy Finn, a Liverpool Irishman -of parts, had just discovered his week’s whack of sugar _and_ the -contents of a slush-pot pervading all the contents of his chest. -Other voices soon joined in the chorus as further atrocities were -discovered, until the fo’c’s’le was like Bedlam broken loose. - -“Pigs is it ye’d be afther complainin’ of, ye blatherin’ ould -omadhaun. The divil a pig that iver lived ud be afther makin’ sich a -hell’s delight ov a man’s dunnage as this. Not a blashted skirrick -have oi left to cover me nakidness wid troo yure blood relashin. -Only let me clap hands on him me jule, thet’s all, ye dhirty ould -orgin-grinder you.” - -High above all the riot rose the wail of Paddy Finn as above, until -the din grew so great that I fled dismayed, in mortal terror lest I -should be brought into the quarrel somehow. It was well that I did -so, for presently there was what sailors call a regular “plug-mush,” -a free fight wherein the guiding principle is “wherever you see a -head, hit it.” The battle was brief if fierce, and its results were -so far good that uproarious laughter soon took the place of the -pandemonium that had so recently reigned. Happily I had not brought -the dinner in when the riot began, so that still there was some -comfort left. Making haste I supplied the food, and soon they were -all busy with it, their dinner hour being nearly gone. The punishment -of the miscreant was unavoidably deferred for want of time to look -for him, for he had vanished like a dream. But while we ate a sudden -storm of bad language rose on deck. Hurrying out to see what fresh -calamity had befallen we found the nigger cook flinging himself about -in a frenzy of rage, while half-way up the main-stay, well out of -everybody’s reach, sat Jocko with a fowl that he had snatched out of -the galley while the cook’s back was turned, and was now carefully -tearing into fragments. Rushing to the stay, the men shook it till -the whole mainmast vibrated, but the motion didn’t appear to trouble -the monkey. Holding the fowl tightly in one hand he bounded up into -the main-top and thence to the mizen-topmast stay, where for the time -he had to be left in peace. - -As soon as knock-off time came a hunt was organised. It was a very -exciting affair while it lasted, but not only were the men tired, -but that monkey could spring across open spaces like a bird, and -catching him was an impossible task. The attempt was soon given -up, therefore, and the rest of the evening after supper devoted to -repairing damages. For the next three days she was a lively ship. -That imp of darkness was like the devil, he was everywhere. Like -a streak of grey lightning he would slide down a stay, snatch up -something just laid down, and away aloft again before the robbed one -had realised what had happened. All sorts of traps were laid for -him, but he was far too wise to be taken in any trap that ever was -devised. I went in terror of him night and day, for I feared that now -he was free he would certainly not omit to repay me for his broken -pate. And yet it was I who caught him. For the moment I had forgotten -all about him, when coming from aloft and dropping lightly with my -bare feet upon the bottom of one of the upturned boats on the roof of -our house, I saw something stirring in the folds of the main-topmast -staysail that was lying there loosely huddled together. Leaping -upon the heap of canvas I screamed for help, bringing half-a-dozen -men to the spot in a twinkling. Not without some severe bites, the -rascal was secured, and by means of a stout belt round his waist -effectually prevented from getting adrift again. I looked to see him -summarily put to death, but no one seemed to think his atrocious -behaviour merited any worse punishment than a sound thrashing except -the cook and steward, and they being our natural enemies were of -course unheeded. The fact is Jocko had, after his first performance, -confined his attentions to the cabin and galley, where he had done -desperate damage and made the two darkies lead a most miserable -life. This conduct of his I believe saved his life, as those two -functionaries were cordially detested by the men for many reasons. -At any rate he was spared, and for some time led a melancholy life -chained up on the forecastle head during the day, and underneath -it at night. Meantime we had sailed from Bombay and arrived at -Conconada, where the second mate bought a monkey, a pretty tame -little fellow that hadn’t a bit of vice in him. He was so docile that -when we got to sea again he was allowed to have the run of the ship. -Petted by everybody, he never got into any mischief, but often used -to come forward and sit at a safe distance from Jocko, making queer -grimaces and chatterings at him, but always mighty careful not to get -too near. Jocko never responded, but sat stolidly like a monkey of -wood until the little fellow strolled away, when he would spring up -and tear at his chain, making a guttural noise that sounded as much -like an Arab cursing as anything ever I heard. So little Tip went on -his pleasant way, only meeting with one small mishap for a long time. -He was sitting on deck one sunny afternoon with his back against -the coamings of the after-hatch, his little round head just visible -above its edge. One of the long-legged raw-boned roosters we had got -in Conconada was prowling near on the never-ending quest for grub. -Stalking over the hatch he suddenly caught sight of this queer little -grey knob sticking up. He stiffened himself, craned his neck forward, -and then drawing well back dealt it a peck like a miniature pick-axe -falling. Well, that little monkey was more astonished than ever I saw -an animal in my life. He fairly screamed with rage while the rooster -stood as if petrified with astonishment at the strange result of his -investigations. - -Owing to the close watch kept upon Jocko he led a blameless life for -months. Apparently reconciled to his captivity he gradually came to -be regarded as a changed animal who had repented and forsaken his -evil ways for life. But my opinion of him never changed. It was never -asked and I knew better than to offer it, but there was a lurking -devil in his sleepy eyes that assured me if ever he got loose again -his previous achievements would pale into insignificance before -the feats of diabolical ingenuity he would then perform. Still the -days and weeks rolled by uneventfully until we were well into the -fine weather to the north’ard of the Line in the Atlantic. We had -been exceptionally favoured by the absence of rain, and owing to -the exertions of the second mate, who was an enthusiast over his -paint-work, her bulwarks within and her houses were a perfectly -dazzling white, with a satiny sheen like enamel. In fact I heard him -remark with pardonable pride that he’d never seen the paint look so -well in all his seven voyages as second of the _Belle_. Tenderly, as -if it were his wife’s face, he would go over that paint-work even in -his watch below, with bits of soft rag and some clean fresh water, -wiping off every spot of defilement as soon as it appeared. Tarring -down was accomplished without a spot or a smear upon the paint, and -the decks having been holystoned and varnished, the second mate now -began to breathe freely. No more dirty work remained to be done, and -he would have a lot more time to devote to his beloved white paint. -We had been slipping along pretty fast to the north’ard, and one -afternoon the old man had all hands up to bend our winter suit of -sails. Every mother’s son of them were aloft except me, and I was -busy about the mainmast standing by to attend to the running gear, as -I was ordered from above. As they had hoisted all the sails up before -they had started aloft, they were there a long time, as busy as -bees trying to get the job finished. At last all was ready and down -they came. One of them went forrard for something, and immediately -raised an outcry that brought all hands rushing to the spot, thinking -that the ship was on fire or something. The sight they saw was a -paralysing one to a sailor. On both sides of the bulwarks and the -lower panels of the house were great smears and splashes of Stockholm -tar, while all along the nice blue covering-board the mess was -indescribable. With one accord everybody shouted “That---- monkey.” -Yes, as they spoke there was a dull thud and down from aloft fell -a huge oakum wad saturated with tar. They looked up and there he -sat, an infernal object, hardly distinguishable for a monkey, being -smothered from head to tail-end with the thick glutinous stuff. But -his white teeth gleamed and his wicked eye twinkled merrily as he -thought of the heavenly time he’d been having, a recompense for what -must have seemed years of waiting. Too late, the men now remembered -that the tar barrel, its head completely out, had been left up-ended -by the windlass where it had been placed for convenience during -tarring down. It was there still, but leading from it in all -directions were streams of tar where Jocko had dragged away the -dripping wads he had fished out of its black depths. I was never -revengeful, but if I had been I should have felt sorry for the second -mate, my old tyrant, now. He drooped and withered like a scarlet -runner under the first sharp frost. Not a word did he say, but he -looked as if all the curses in every tongue that ever were spoken -were pouring over his brain in a flood. Pursuit of the monkey was -out of the question. Clambering over the newly tarred rigging was -bad enough when done with all care, but in a chase, especially over -places where it had been freshly anointed by the fugitive, we should -have had all hands captured like flies on a gummed string. They all -stood and glared at the mess like men not knowing how to adjust their -minds to this new condition of things, nor, when the skipper and -mate came forrard to see what was the matter, did they contribute -any words good, bad, or indifferent. Apparently they would have -remained there till they dropped, fascinated by the horrible sight, -but suddenly piercing screams aft startled everybody. Jocko had -crept down the mizen rigging and pounced upon poor little Tip, who -was delicately combing himself (he was as daintily clean as a cat) -on the after hatch. And now Jocko was perched on the cro’jack yard -vigorously wiping his tar-drenched fur with Tip as if he had been a -dry wad. The second mate started from his lethargy and sprang aloft -to the rescue of his screaming pet with an agility scarcely inferior -to that of Jocko. Rage seemed to give him energy, for presently he -pressed Jocko so hard (he let poor little Tip go as soon as he saw -his pursuer) that he ran out along the mizen topsail brace, and, -balancing himself for a moment, covered his eyes with his hands and -sprang into the sea. Bobbing up like a cork, he struck out away from -the ship which was only just moving, but in less than five minutes -he repented his rashness and swam back. A line was flung to him, he -promptly seized it and was at once a captive again. The men were so -impressed by his prowess that they refused to allow the second mate -to touch him, nor did any of them even beat him lest they should have -bad luck. But they replaced the chafed-through ring he had broken -by a massive connecting-link, and when Jamrach’s man came aboard in -London Jocko was sold to him for five shillings. Tip went to the -Crystal Palace and met a worse fate. - - - - - BIG GAME AT SEA - - -Sportsmen of ample means and unlimited leisure often deplore the -shrinkage which goes on at an ever-accelerating rate of such free -hunting-grounds as still remain. Owing to the wonderful facilities -for travel allied to increased wealth, they foresee, not, perhaps, -the extinction of the great wild animals which alone they consider -worthy of their high prowess, but such close preservation of them -in the near future that the free delight of the hunter will surely -disappear. Therefore it may be considered opportune to point out -from the vantage ground of personal experience some aspects of -sport at sea which will certainly not suffer by comparison with any -hunting on land, no matter from what point we regard it. It will -readily be conceded that one of the chief drawbacks to the full -enjoyment of sport in wild lands is the large amount of personal -suffering entailed upon the hunters by evil climates and transport -difficulties. It is all very well to say that these things are part -of the programme, and that taking the rough with the smooth is of the -very essence of true sportsmanship. That need not be disputed while -denying that there is anything attractive in the idea of becoming -a permanent invalid from malaria or being harassed to the verge of -madness by the unceasing oversight of a gang of wily children of -nature saturated with the idea that the white maniac is delivered -over to them as a prey by “the gods of things as they are.” The -fascination of sport consists in the dangers of the chase, the -successful use of “shikar,” the elation of conscious superiority over -the lords of the brute creation, and not, as some dull souls would -assert, in the gratification of primitive instincts of blood-lust, -or the exercise of cruelty to animals for its own sake. Neither does -it consist in wading across fetid swamps, groping through steaming -forests, or toiling with leathern tongue and aching bones over -glowing sands, a prey to all the plagues of Egypt augmented by nearly -every other ill that flesh is heir to. No; few of us need persuading -that any of these horrors are the unavoidable necessary concomitants -of sport, they are endured because to all appearance any hunting -worthy the name is not to be obtained apart from them. - -From all such miseries sport at sea is free. A well-appointed yacht, -built not for speed but for comfort, need not be luxurious to afford -as satisfactory a “hunting-box” as any sportsman could reasonably -desire. And for the question of cost--it may be high enough to -satisfy the craving for squandering felt by the most wealthy -spendthrift, or so low as to become far cheaper than a hunting -expedition to Africa or the Rockies. For a successful sporting voyage -a sailing vessel, or at most an auxiliary screw-steamer of low power, -is best, for the great game of the ocean is full of alarms, and -must needs be approached with the utmost silence and circumspection. -As for the question of equipment, it seems hardly necessary to say -that everything should be of the very best, but not by any means -of the most expensive quality procurable. All such abominations as -harpoon-guns, bombs, &c., should be strictly barred, the object being -sport, not slaughter. Given sufficient outlay, with the resources -of science now at the purchaser’s disposal, it is quite possible to -reduce whaling, for instance, to as tame an affair as a hand-fed -pheasant battue or tame-rabbit coursing, neither of which can surely -by any stretch of courtesy be called sport. The old-fashioned hand -harpoons, the long, slender lances that, except for excellence -of workmanship and material, are essentially the same as used by -the first followers of the vast sea-mammals, these should be the -sportsman’s weapons still if he would taste in its integrity the -primitive delight of the noblest of created beings in the assertion -of his birthright, “Dominion over the fish of the sea and over the -fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth.” - -The best type of vessel for a sporting cruise at sea is what is known -to seamen as a “barquentine,” a vessel, that is to say, of some 250 -tons register, with three masts, square-rigged at the fore--after the -style of the well-known _Sunbeam_. In her davits she should carry -three whaleboats, such as the Americans of New Bedford or Rhode -Island know so well how to build, the handsomest and most sea-worthy -of all boats ever built. The whaleboats built in Scotland, though -strong and serviceable, are less elegant and handy, being more fitted -for rough handling among ice-floes, into which rough neighbourhoods -the sea-sportsman need never go--should not go, in fact, for the best -display of his powers. The whale-line, made in the old whaling ports -of New England--tow-line as it is locally termed--cannot be beaten. -It possesses all the virtues. Light, silky, and of amazing strength, -it is a perfect example of what rope should be, and is as much -superior to the unkind, harsh hemp-line of our own islands as could -well be imagined. From the same place should be obtained the services -of a few whaling experts, accustomed, as no other seafarers are, to -the chase of the sperm-whale, the noblest of all sea-monsters. Advice -as to fishing-tackle would be out of place, except the general remark -that, as in the deep seas the angler will meet with the doughtiest -opponent of his skill the ocean contains, he must needs lay in a -stock of tackle of the very strongest and best. Tarpon fishing is a -fairly good test of the trustworthiness of gear, but whoso meets the -giant albacore in mid-ocean, and overcomes him, will have vanquished -a fish to which the tarpon is but as a seven-pound trout to a lordly -salmon. All the appliances known to naturalists for the capture -and preservation of the smaller habitants of the deep sea ought to -be carried, for, although not strictly sport, this work is deeply -interesting and useful, besides affording a pleasant variety of -occupation. - -But, passing on to the actual conditions of conflict, let us suppose -the sportsman cruising in the North Atlantic between the Cape Verde -Islands and the West Indies--a wide range, truly, but no part of -it barren of the highest possibilities for pleasure. A school of -sperm whales is sighted, the vessel is carefully manœuvred for the -weather-gage of them, and this being obtained, the boats are softly -lowered, sail is set, and, with the fresh trade-wind, away they go -leaping to leeward. The utmost precaution against noise must be -taken, because the natural susceptibility of the whale to sound -is as delicate as the receiver of a telephone. No amount of oral -instruction would here be of any avail without long experience, -which, since it can be hired, there is no need to waste time and -patience in acquiring. Assuming, therefore, that the preliminary -difficulty of approach to the sensitive monsters has been overcome, -and there remains but a few fathoms of rapidly lessening distance -between the boat and the unconscious whale, who could satisfactorily -describe the sensations crowded into those few remaining moments -of absolute quiet, the tension of expectation, the uncertainty of -the result of the approaching conflict? The object of attack is the -mightiest of living animals, he is in his own element, to which the -assailant is but a visitor on sufferance, and he may retaliate in so -fierce and tremendous a fashion that no amount of skill, courage, -or energy shall suffice to protect the aggressor from his fury. But -there is no thought of drawing back, the swift-gliding boat rushes -high up on to the broad bank of flesh, and with a long-pent-up yell -the harpoon is hurled. It enters the black mass noiselessly, the -weight of its pole bends the soft iron shaft over as the attached -line stretches out, and as the boat slowly, so slowly, backs away, -the leviathan, amazed and infuriated, thrashes the quiet sea into -masses of hissing foam, while the thunder of his blows resounds like -the uproar of a distant cannonade. At this time certain necessary -rearrangements, such as furling and stowing sail, make it impossible, -even if it were wise, to approach the indignant whale, and as a -general thing by the time these preparations are complete he has -sought the shelter of the depths beneath, taking out flake after -flake of the neatly coiled line. With ordinary care, especially -where only one boat is engaged, it would seldom happen that all the -line would run out, and the game be lost. Usually, after an interval -of about twenty minutes, during which the line is slacked away as -slowly and grudgingly as possible, it is felt to give, and the slack -must be hauled in with the utmost smartness, a sharp look-out being -kept meanwhile upon the surrounding surface for a sudden white glare -beneath--the cavity of the whale’s throat, as he comes bounding to -the surface with his vast jaws gaping wider than a barn-door. It is -at this time that the true excitement, the joy of battle, begins. -For in most cases the huge animal has come to fight, and being in -his turn the aggressor, his enemies must exert all their skill in -boatsmanship, preserve all their coolness and watchfulness, since a -mistake in tactics or loss of presence of mind may mean the instant -destruction of the boat, if not the sudden and violent death of -some of her crew. As a general rule, however, after a few savage -rushes avoided by wary manœuvring on the part of the hunters, the -whale starts off to windward at his best speed (from twelve to -fourteen knots an hour), towing the boat or boats after him with -the greatest ease. This is a most exhilarating experience. For the -mighty steed, ploughing his strenuous way through the waves, seems -the living embodiment of force, and yet he is, as it were, harnessed -to his exulting foes, compelled to take them with him in spite of -his evident desire to shake himself free. While he goes at his best -speed a near approach to him is manifestly impossible; but, vast as -his energies are, the enormous mass of his own body carried along -so rapidly soon tires him, and he slows down to five or six knots. -Then all hands, except the one in charge and the helmsman, “tail -on” to the line, and do their best to haul up alongside the whale. -The steersman sheers the boat clear of his labouring flukes as she -comes close to him, and then allows her to point inward towards his -broad flank, while the lance-wielder seeks a vulnerable spot wherein -to plunge his long, slender weapon. It is of little use to dart the -lance as the harpoon is flung; such an action is far more likely -to goad the whale into a new exhibition of energy than to do him -any disabling injury. Being at such close quarters, it is far more -sportsmanlike, as well as effectual, to thrust the lance calmly and -steadily into the huge mass of flesh so near at hand. If the aim has -been well taken--say, just abaft and below the pectoral fin--more -than one home-thrust will hardly be needed, even in a whale of the -largest size, and a careful watch must be kept upon the spout-hole -for the first sign of blood discolouring the monster’s breath. For -that is evidence unmistakable of the beginning of the end. It shows -that some vital part has been pierced, and although the whale-fishers -always continue their “pumping” with the lance up to the very verge -of disaster, once the whale has begun to spout blood it is quite -unnecessary to continue the assault. Still, at this stage of the -proceedings the primitive instincts are usually fully aroused, and -nothing seems to satisfy them but persistent fury of attack, until -the actual commencement of the tremendous death-agony or “flurry” of -the noble beast gives even the most excited hunter warning that it -is time to draw off and endeavour to keep clear of the last Titanic -convulsions of the expiring monster. No other created being ever -furnishes such a display of energy. Involuntarily one compares it -with the awful manifestations of the earthquake, the volcano, or the -cyclone. And when at last the great creature yields up the dregs of -his once amazing vitality, no one possessing a spark of imagination -can fail to be conscious of an under-current of compunction mingling -with the swelling triumph of such a victory. - -But the seeker after big sea-game should attack the rorqual if he -would see sport indeed. For this agile monster has such a reputation -for almost supernatural cunning that even if he were as valuable -as he really is valueless commercially, it is highly doubtful if -he would ever be molested. As it is, all the tribe are chartered -libertines, since no whaleman is likely to risk the loss of a boat’s -gear for the barren honour of conquest. And not only so, but the -rorquals, whether “fin-back,” “sulphur-bottom,” or “blue-back,” as -well as the “hump-back” and grampus, make it a point of honour to -sink when dead, unlike the “cachalot” or “Bowhead,” who float awash -at first, but ever more buoyantly as the progress of decay within -the immense abdominal cavity generates an accumulating volume of -gas. Any old whaleman would evolve in the interests of sport no end -of dodges for dealing with the wily rorqual, such as a collection of -strongly attached bladders affixed to the line to stay his downward -rush, short but broad-barbed harpoons, to get a better hold upon the -thin coating of blubber, &c. In this kind of whaling there is quite -sufficient danger to make the sport exciting in the highest degree. -Not, however, from the attack of the animal hunted, but because his -evolutions in the effort to escape are so marvellously vivacious -that only the most expert and cool-headed boatsmanship can prevent a -sudden severance of the nexus between boat and crew. A splendid day’s -sport can be obtained with a school of blackfish. Although seldom -exceeding a ton and a half in weight, these small whales are quite -vigorous enough to make the chase of them as lively an episode as the -most enthusiastic hunter could wish, especially if two or even three -are harpooned one after the other on a single line, as the whalers’ -custom is. The sensation of being harnessed as it were to a trio of -monsters, each about 25 feet long, and 8 feet in girth, every one -anxious to flee in a different direction at the highest speed he can -muster, and in their united gambols making the sea boil like a pot, -is one that, once experienced, is never likely to be forgotten. The -mere memory of that mad frolic over the heaving bosom of the bright -sea makes the blood leap to the face, makes the nerves twitch, and -the heart long to be away from the placid round of everyday life upon -the bright free wave again. Even a school of porpoises, in default -of nobler game, can furnish a lively hour or two, especially if -they be of a fair size, say up to three or four hundredweight each. -But of a truth there need be no fear of a lack of game. The swift -passage from port to port made by passenger vessels is apt to leave -the voyager with the impression that the sea is a barren waste, but -such an idea is wholly false. Even the sailing-ships, bound though -they may be to make the shortest possible time between ports, are -compelled by failure of wind to see enough of the everyday life of -the sea-population to know better than that, and whoso gives himself -up to the glamour of sea-study, making no haste to rush from place to -place, but leisurely loitering along the wide plains of ocean, shall -find each day a new world unfolding itself before his astonished -eyes, a world of marvels, infinitely small, as well as wondrous -great--from the thousand and one miracles that go to make up the -“Plankton” to the antediluvian whale. - -Fishing in its more heroic phases is obtainable in deep-sea -cruising as nowhere else. The hungry sailor, perched upon the flying -jib-boom end, drops his line, baited with a fluttering fragment of -white rag, and watches it with eager eyes as it skips from crest to -crest of the foam-tipped wavelets, brushed aside by the advancing -hull of his ship. And although his ideas are wholly centred upon -dinner--something savoury, to replace the incessant round of salt -beef and rancid pork--he cannot help but feel the zest of sport when -upward to his clumsy lure come rushing eagerly dolphin, bonito, or -skipjack. But if--putting all lesser fish to flight--the mighty -albacore leaps majestically at his bait, prudence compels him to -withdraw from the unequal contest; he knows that he stands not the -remotest chance of hauling such a huge trophy up to his lofty perch, -or of holding him there, should he be able to get a grip of him. To -the scientific angler, however, equipped with the latest resources -of fishing-tackle experts, and able to devote all the manipulation -of his vessel to the capture of such a trophy, the fishing of the -albacore would be the acme of all angling experiences. Good sport can -be got out of a school of large dolphin or bonito, their vigorous -full-blooded strife being a revelation to those who only know the -lordly salmon or skittish trout, but the albacore is the supreme test -of the angler’s ability. Shark-fishing is very tame after it. For -the shark, though powerful, has none of the dash and energy which -characterise the albacore, and would soon be an object of scorn to a -fisherman who had succeeded in catching the monarch of the mackerel -tribe. But if the fisherman, cruising near the confines of the -Caribbean Sea, should come across one of those nightmares known as -alligator-guards or devil-fish, a species of ray often one hundred -and twenty feet in area, he would find a new sensation in its chase -and capture, besides being the possessor of such a marine specimen as -is at present lacking to any museum in the world. - -And this brings the reflection, which may fittingly draw this -article to a close, that not the least of the delights which such a -cruise must bring to one fortunate enough to enjoy it would be the -incalculable service rendered to marine natural history. This branch -of science offers an almost illimitable field to the student. It is -nearly a new world awaiting its Columbus, and it is not difficult to -foresee that before very long it will have found its votaries among -men of wealth, leisure, and energy, delighted to enter into the joy -of a happy hunting-ground of boundless extent and inexhaustible -fecundity. - - - - - A SEA CHANGE - - -Night was unfolding her wings over the quiet sea. Purple, dark and -smooth, the circling expanse of glassy stillness met the sky rim -all round in an unbroken line, like the edge of some cloud-towering -plateau, inaccessible to all the rest of the world. A few lingering -streaks of fading glory laced the western verge, reflecting splashes -of subdued colour half-way across the circle, and occasionally -catching with splendid but momentary effect the rounded shoulder -of an almost imperceptible swell. Their departure was being noted -with wistful eyes by a little company of men and one woman, who, -without haste and a hushed solemnity as of mourners at the burial -of a dear one, were leaving their vessel and bestowing themselves -in a small boat which lay almost motionless alongside. There was -no need for haste, for the situation had been long developing. -The brig was an old one, whose owner was poor and unable to spare -sufficient from her scanty earnings for her proper upkeep. So she -had been gradually going from bad to worse, not having been strongly -built of hard wood at first, but pinned together hastily by some -farmer-shipbuilder-fisherman up the Bay of Fundy, mortgaged strake by -strake, like a suburban villa, and finally sold by auction for the -price of the timber in her. Still, being a smart model and newly -painted, she looked rather attractive when Captain South first saw -her lying in lonely dignity at an otherwise deserted quay in the St. -Katharine’s Docks. Poor man, the command of her meant so much to him. -Long out of employment, friendless and poor, he had invested a tiny -legacy, just fallen to his wife, in the vessel as the only means -whereby he could obtain command of even such a poor specimen of a -vessel as the _Dorothea_. And the shrewd old man who owned her drove -a hard bargain. For the small privilege of the skipper carrying his -wife with him 50s. per month was deducted from the scanty wage at -first agreed upon. But in spite of these drawbacks the anxious master -felt a pleasant glow of satisfaction thrill him as he thought that -soon he would be once more afloat, the monarch of his tiny realm, and -free for several peaceful months from the harassing uncertainties of -shore-life. - -In order to avoid expense he lived on board while in dock, and made -himself happily busy rigging up all sorts of cunning additions to -the little cuddy, with an eye to the comfort of his wife. While -thus engaged came a thunderclap, the first piece of bad news. The -_Dorothea_ was chartered to carry a cargo of railway iron and -machinery to Buenos Ayres. Had he been going alone the thing would -have annoyed him, but he would have got over that with a good -old-fashioned British growl or so. But with Mary on board--the -thought was paralysing. For there is only one cargo that tries a ship -more than railway metal, copper ore badly stowed. Its effect upon a -staunch steel-built ship is to make her motion abominable--to take -all the sea-kindness out of her. A wooden vessel, even of the best -build, burdened with those rigid lengths of solid metal, is like a -living creature on the rack, in spite of the most careful stowage. -Every timber in her complains, every bend and strake is wrenched and -strained, so that, be her record for “tightness” never so good, one -ordinary gale will make frequent exercise at the pump an established -institution. And Captain South already knew that the _Dorothea_ -was far from being staunch and well-built, although, happily for -his small remaining peace of mind, he did not know how walty and -unseaworthy she really was. A few minutes’ bitter meditation, -over this latest crook in his lot, and the man in him rose to the -occasion, determined to make the best of it and hope steadily for -a fine run into the trades. He superintended her stowing himself, -much to the disgust of the stevedores, who are never over particular -unless closely watched, although so much depends upon the way their -work is done. At any rate, he had the satisfaction of knowing that -the ugly stuff was as handsomely bestowed as experience could -suggest, and, with a sigh of relief, he saw the main hatches put on -and battened down for a full due. - -In the selection of his crew he had been unusually careful. Five -A.B.’s were all that he was allowed, the vessel being only 500 tons -burden, two officers besides himself, and one man for the double -function of cook and steward. Therefore, he sought to secure the best -possible according to his judgment, and really succeeded in getting -together a sturdy little band. His chief comfort, however, was in his -second mate, who was a Finn--one of that phlegmatic race from the -eastern shore of the Baltic who seem to inherit not only a natural -aptitude for a sea life, but also the ability to build ships, make -sails and rigging, do blacksmithing, &c.--all, in fact, that there is -to a ship, as our cousins say. Slow, but reliable to the core, and a -perfect godsend in a small ship. In Olaf Svensen, then, the skipper -felt he had a tower of strength. The mate was a young Londoner, smart -and trustworthy--not too independent to thrust his arms into the -tarpot when necessary, and amiable withal. The other six members of -the crew--two Englishmen and three Scandinavians--were good seamen, -all sailors--there wasn’t a steamboat man among them--and, from the -first day when in the dock they all arrived sober and ready for work, -matters went smoothly and salt-water fashion. - -It was late in October when they sailed, and they had no sooner -been cast adrift by the grimy little “jackal” that towed them down -to the Nore than they were greeted by a bitter nor’-wester that -gave them a sorry time of it getting round the Foreland. The short, -vicious Channel sea made the loosely-knit frame of the brig sing a -mournful song as she jumped at it, braced sharp up, and many were -the ominous remarks exchanged in the close, wedge-shaped fo’c’s’le -on her behaviour in these comparatively smooth waters, coupled with -gloomy speculations as to what sort of a fist she would make of the -Western Ocean waves presently. Clinkety-clank, bang, bang went the -pumps for fifteen minutes out of every two hours, the water rising -clear, as though drawn from overside, and a deeper shade settled on -the skipper’s brow. For a merry fourteen days they fought their way -inch by inch down Channel, getting their first slant between Ushant -and Scilly in the shape of a hard nor’-easter, that drove them clear -of the land and 300 miles out into the Atlantic. Then it fell a calm, -with a golden haze all round the horizon by day, and a sweet, balmy -feel in the air--a touch of Indian summer on the sea. Three days it -lasted--days that brought no comfort to the skipper, who could hardly -hold his patience when his wife blessed the lovely weather, in her -happy ignorance of what might be expected as the price presently -to be paid for it. Then one evening there began to rise in the -west the familiar sign so dear to homeward-bounders, so dreaded by -outward-going ships--the dense dome of cloud uplifted to receive the -setting sun. The skipper watched its growth as if fascinated by the -sight, watched it until at midnight it had risen to be a vast convex -screen, hiding one-half of the deep blue sky. At the changing of -the watch he had her shortened down to the two lower topsails and -fore-topmast staysail, and having thus snugged her, went below to -snatch, fully dressed, a few minutes’ sleep. The first moaning breath -of the coming gale roused him almost as soon as it reached the ship, -and as the watchful Svensen gave his first order, “Lee fore brace!” -the skipper appeared at the companion hatch, peering anxiously to -windward, where the centre of that gloomy veil seemed to be worn -thin. The only light left was just a little segment of blue low down -on the eastern horizon, to which, in spite of themselves, the eyes -of the travailing watch turned wistfully. But whatever shape the -surging thoughts may take in the minds of seamen, the exertion of the -moment effectually prevents any development of them into despair in -the case of our own countrymen. So, in obedience to the hoarse cries -of Mr. Svensen, they strove to get the _Dorothea_ into that position -where she would be best able to stem the rising sea, and fore-reach -over the hissing sullenness of the long, creaming rollers, that as -they came surging past swept her, a mile at a blow, sideways to -leeward, leaving a whirling, broadside wake of curling eddies. Silent -and anxious, Captain South hung with one elbow over the edge of the -companion, his keen hearing taking note of every complaint made -by the trembling timbers beneath his feet, whose querulous voices -permeated the deeper note of the storm. - -All that his long experience could suggest for the safety of his -vessel was put into practice. One by one the scanty show of sail -was taken in and secured with extra gasket turns, lest any of them -should, showing a loose corner, be ripped adrift by the snarling -tempest. By eight bells (4 A.M.) the brig showed nothing to the -bleak darkness above but the two gaunt masts, with their ten bare -yards tightly braced up against the lee backstays, and the long -peaked forefinger of the jibboom reaching out over the pale foam. A -tiny weather-cloth of canvas only a yard square was stopped in the -weather main rigging, its small area amply sufficing to keep the -brig’s head up in the wind except when, momentarily becalmed by a -hill of black water rearing its head to windward, it relaxed its -steadfast thrust and suffered the vessel to fall off helplessly into -the trough between two huge waves. Now commenced the long unequal -struggle between a weakly-constructed hull, unfairly handicapped by -the wrench of a dead mass of iron within that met every natural scend -of her frame with unyielding brutality of resistance, and the wise -old sea, kindly indeed to ships whose construction and cargo enable -them to meet its masses with the easy grace of its own inhabitants, -but pitiless destroyer of all vessels that do not greet its curving -assault with yielding grace, its mighty stride with sinuous deference -of retreat. The useless wheel, held almost hard down, thumped slowly -under the hands of the listless helmsman with the regularity of a -nearly worn-out clock, while the oakum began to bulge upward from the -deck seams. As if weary even unto death, the brig cowered before the -untiring onslaught of the waves, allowing them to rise high above the -weather rail, and break apart with terrible uproar, filling the decks -rail-high from poop to forecastle. Pumping was incessant, yet Svensen -found each time he dropped the slender sounding-rod down the tube a -longer wetness upon it, until its two feet became insufficient, and -the mark of doom crept up the line. And besides the ever-increasing -inlet of the sea, men stayed by the pumps only at imminent risk -of being dashed to pieces, for they were, as always, situated in -the middle of the main deck, where the heaviest seas usually break -aboard. There was little said, and but few looks exchanged. The -skipper had, indeed, to meet the wan face of his wife, but she dared -not put her fear into words, or he bring himself to tell her that -except for a miracle their case was hopeless. He seldom left the -deck, as if the wide grey hopelessness around had an irresistible -fascination for him, and he watched with unspeculative eyes the -pretty gambols of those tiny elves of the sea, the Mother Carey’s -chickens, as they fluttered incessantly to and fro across the wake of -his groaning vessel. - -So passed a night and a day of such length that the ceaseless tumult -of wind and wave had become normal, and slighter sounds could be -easily distinguished because the ear had become attuned to the -elemental din. Unobtrusively the impassive Svensen had been preparing -their only serviceable boat by stocking her with food, water, &c. -The skipper had watched him with a dull eye, as if his proceedings -were devoid of interest, but felt a glimmer of satisfaction at the -evidence of his second mate’s forethought. For all hope of the -_Dorothea’s_ weathering the gale was now completely gone. Even the -blue patches breaking through the heavy cloud-pall to leeward could -not revive it. For she was now only wallowing, with a muffled roar -of turbid water within as it sullenly swept from side to side with -the sinking vessel’s heavy roll. The gale died away peacefully, the -sea smoothed its wrinkled plain, and the grave stars peered out one -by one, as if to reassure the anxious watchers. Midnight brought a -calm, as deep as if wind had not yet been made, but the old swell -still came marching on, making the doomed brig heave clumsily as it -passed her. The day broke in perfect splendour, cloudless and pure, -the wide heavens bared their solemn emptiness, and the glowing sun in -lonely glory showered such radiance on the sea that it blazed with a -myriad dazzling hues. But into that solitary circle, whereof the brig -was the pathetic centre, came no friendly glint of sails, no welcome -stain of trailing smoke across the clear blue. But the benevolent -calm gave opportunity for a careful launching of the boat, and as -she lay quietly alongside the few finishing touches were given to -her equipment. As the sun went down the vessel’s motion ceased--she -was now nearly level with the smooth surface of the ocean, which -impassively awaited her farewell to the light. Hardly a word was -spoken as the little company left her side and entered the boat. When -all were safely bestowed the skipper said, “Cut that painter forrard -there,” and his voice sounded hollowly across the burdening silence. -A few faint splashes were heard as the oars rose and fell, and the -boat glided away. At a cable’s length they ceased pulling, and with -every eye turned upon the brig they waited. In a painful, strained -hush, they saw her bow as if in stately adieu, and as if with an -embrace the placid sea enfolded her. Silently she disappeared, the -dim outlines of her spars lingering, as if loth to leave, against the -deepening violet of the night. - -With one arm around his wife, the skipper sat at the tiller, a small -compass before him, by the aid of which he kept her head toward -Madeira, but, anxious to husband energy, he warned his men not to -pull too strenuously. Very peacefully passed the night, no sound -invading the stillness except the regular plash of the oars and an -occasional querulous cry from a belated sea-bird aroused from its -sleep by the passage of the boat. At dawn rowing ceased for a time, -and those who were awake watched in a perfect silence, such as no -other situation upon this planet can afford, the entry of the new -day. Not one of them but felt like men strangely separated from -mundane things, and face to face with the inexpressible mysteries of -the timeless state. But it was Svensen who broke that sacred quiet by -a sonorous shout of “Sail-ho!” With a transition like a wrench from -death to life, all started into eager questioning; and all presently -saw, with the vigilant Finn, the unmistakable outlines of a vessel -branded upon the broad, bright semi-circle of the half-risen sun. -No order was given or needed. Double-banked, the oars gripped the -water, and with a steady rush the boat sped eastward towards that -beatific vision of salvation. Even the skipper’s face lost its dull -shade of hopelessness, in spite of his loss, as he saw the haggard -lines relax from Mary’s face. Quite a cheerful buzz of chat arose. -Unweariedly, hour after hour, the boat sped onward over the bright -smoothness, though the sun poured down his stores of heat and the -sweat ran in steady streams down the brick-red faces of the toiling -rowers. After four hours of unremitting labour they were near enough -to their goal to see that she was a steamer lying still, with no -trace of smoke from her funnel. As they drew nearer they saw that -she had a heavy list to port, and presently came the suggestion that -she was deserted. Hopes began to rise, visions of recompense for all -their labour beyond anything they could have ever dreamed possible. -The skipper’s nostrils dilated, and a faint blush rose to his cheeks. -Weariness was forgotten, and the oars rose and fell as if driven -by steam, until, panting and breathless, they rounded to under the -stern of a schooner-rigged steamer of about 2000 tons burden, without -a boat in her davits, and her lee rail nearly at the water’s edge. -Running alongside, a rope trailing overboard was caught, and the boat -made fast. In two minutes every man but the skipper was on board, and -a purchase was being rigged for the shipment of Mrs. South. No sooner -was she also in safety than investigation commenced. The discovery -was soon made that, although the decks had been swept and the cargo -evidently shifted, there was nothing wrong with the engines or -boilers except that there was a good deal of water in the stokehold. -She was evidently Italian by her name, without the addition of Genoa, -the _Luigi C._, being painted on the harness casks and buckets, and -her crew must have deserted her in a sudden panic. - -Like men intoxicated, they toiled to get things shipshape on board -their prize, hardly pausing for sleep or food. And when they found -the engines throbbing beneath their feet they were almost delirious -with joy. Opening the hatches, they found that the cargo of grain -had shifted, but not beyond their ability to trim, so they went at -it with the same savage vigour they had manifested ever since they -first flung themselves on board. And when, after five days of almost -incessant labour, they took the pilot off Dungeness, and steamed up -the Thames to London again, not one of them gave a second thought to -the hapless _Dorothea_. Twelve thousand pounds were divided among -them by the Judge’s orders, and Captain South found himself able to -command a magnificent cargo steamer of more than 3000 tons register -before he was a month older. - - - - - THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE “SARAH JANE” - - -There was no gainsaying the fact that the _Sarah Jane_ was a very -fine barge. Old Cheesy Morgan, whose _Prairie Flower_ she had -outreached in the annual barge regatta by half a mile, owned up -frankly that the _Sarah Jane_, if she _had_ been built out of the -wreckage of a sunken steamboat looted by the miserly old mudlark who -owned her, could lay over any of his fleet, and when _he_ gave in as -far as that you might look upon the discussion as closed. Her skipper -and mate, Trabby Goodjer and Skee Goss, were always ready (when in -company) to punch any single man’s head who said a word against her, -and many sore bones had been carried away from the “Long Reach House” -in consequence. Not that these two worthies were ever sparing of -their extensive vocabulary of abuse of their command when working -up or down the Thames, especially when she missed stays and hooked -herself up on a mudbank about the first of the ebb, making them lose -a whole day. - -Ever since her launching she had been regularly employed in the -Margate trade from London with general merchandise and returning -empty. Even this double expense for single freight paid the Margate -shopkeepers better than submission to the extortionate railway -charges, while their enterprise was a golden streak of luck for the -owner of the _Sarah Jane_, and her consorts. When she commenced -the memorable voyage of which this is the veracious log, she had -for crew, besides the two mariners already named, a youngster of -some fifteen years of age as near as he could guess, but so stunted -in growth from early hardships that he did not look more than -twelve. He answered to any name generally that sounded abusive or -threatening, from long habit, but his usual title was the generic -one for boys in north-country ships--Peedee. He had already seen a -couple of years’ service in deep-water vessels, getting far more than -his rightful share of adventurous mishaps, besides having done a -fairly comprehensive amount of vagabondage in the streets of London -and Liverpool. But being so diminutive for his years he found it -difficult to get a berth in a decent-sized ship, and in consequence -it was often no easy matter for him to fill even his small belly, for -all his precocious wits. Fate, supplemented by his own fears, had -hitherto been kind enough to keep him out of a Geordie collier or a -North Sea trawler, but on the day he met Trabby Goodjer outside the -“King’s Arms” in Thames Street, and asked him if he wanted a boy, -his evil genius must have been in the ascendant. He hadn’t tasted -food for two days with the exception of a fistful of gritty currants -he had raked out of a corner on Fresh Wharf, and as the keen spring -wind shrieking round the greasy bacon-reeking warehouses searched -his small body to the marrow he grew desperate. Thus it was that -he became the crew of the _Sarah Jane_. Properly, she should have -carried another man, but following the example of their betters in -the Mercantile Marine the skipper and mate trusted to luck, and found -under-manning pay. The owner lived at Rochester, and rarely saw his -vessel except through a pair of glasses at long intervals as she -passed the entrance to the Medway. So the payment of the crew was in -the skipper’s hands entirely, left to him by the London agent who -“managed” her. By sailing her a man short, and giving a boy 10s. a -month instead of a pound, Captain Goodjer and chief officer Goss were -able to enjoy many cheap drunks, and have thrown in, as it were, the -additional enjoyment of ill-using something that was quite unable to -turn the tables unpleasantly. - -Between this delightful pair therefore, whose luck in getting -backwards and forwards to Margate and London was phenomenal, Peedee -had a lively time. Especially so when, from some unforeseen delay or -extra thirst, the supply of liquor in the big stone jar kept at the -head of the skipper’s bunk ran short and they were perforce compelled -to exchange their usual swinish condition of uncertain good-humour -for an irritable restlessness that sought relief by exercising -ingenious forms of cruelty upon their hapless crew. Occasionally they -had a rough-and-tumble between themselves, once indeed they both -rolled over the side in a cat-like scrimmage, but there was nothing -like the solace to be got out of that amusement that there was in -beating Peedee. But he, preternaturally wise, was only biding his -time. The score against his persecutors was growing very long, but a -revenge that should be at once pleasant, enduring, and final, slowly -shaped itself in his mind. Accident rather than design matured his -plans prematurely, but still he showed real genius by rising to the -occasion that thus presented itself and utilising it in a truly -remarkable manner. - -One Friday evening in the middle of October the _Sarah Jane_ was -loosed from the wharf where she had received her miscellaneous -freight, and with the usual amount of river compliments and -collisions with the motley crowd of craft all in an apparently -hopeless tangle in the crowded Pool, began her voyage on the first -of the ebb. The skipper and the mate were both more than ordinarily -muzzy, but intuitively they succeeded in getting her away from the -ruck without receiving more than her fair share of hard knocks. Once -in the fairway the big sprit-sail and jib were hove up to what little -wind there was, and away she went at a fairly good pace. Peedee did -most of the steering as he did of everything else that was possible -to him, receiving as his due many pretty bargee-compliments from his -superiors as they sprawled at their ease by the bogie funnel. They -reached Greenhithe at slack water, where, the wind veering ahead, -they anchored for the night at no great distance from the reformatory -ship _Cornwall_. The sails were furled after a fashion, and with -many a blood-curdling threat to Peedee should he fail to keep a -good look-out, Trabby and his mate went below into their stuffy den -to sleep. Somewhere about midnight the shivering boy awoke with a -start, that nearly tumbled him off his perch on the windlass, to see -two white figures clambering on board out of the river. Wide awake -on the instant he saw they were boys like himself, and whispered, -“All right, mates, here y’are.” Noiselessly he showed them the -fo’c’s’le scuttle, where they might get below and hide. When they -had disappeared he crept to the side of the darksome hole and held -a whispered conversation with the visitors, finding that they were -runaways from the _Cornwall_, and immediately his active brain saw -splendid possibilities in this accession of strength if only he -could conceal their presence from his enemies aft. For the present, -however, there was nothing to be done but lie quietly and wait -events. Daring the risk of awakening the “officers” he made a raid -upon the grub-locker aft, securing half a loaf and a lump of Dutch -cheese, which he carried forward to the shivering stowaways. His -own wardrobe being on his back he could not lend them any clothes, -but they comforted themselves with the thought that they would -soon be dry. And assisted by Peedee they made a snug lair in the -gritty convolutions of a worn-out mainsail that was stowed in their -hiding-place, finding warmth and speedy oblivion in spite of their -terrors. - -The slack arrived some little time before the pale, cheerless dawn, -and with it a small breeze fair for their passage down. Unwillingly -enough Peedee aroused his masters from their fetid hole, getting -by way of reward for his vigilant obedience of orders a perfectly -tropical squall of curses. Nevertheless they were soon on deck, -having turned in like horses, “all standing.” Without speaking a word -to each other, they proceeded to get the anchor, but so out of humour -were they that Peedee had much more than his usual allowance of fresh -cuts and bruises before the barge was fairly aweigh. Gradually the -wind freshened as if assisted by the oncoming light, so that before -the red disc of the sun peeped over the edge of London’s great gloom -behind them, the _Sarah Jane_ was making grand progress. Again Peedee -took the wheel, while the skipper and mate retired to the cabin -for a drink. Suddenly sounds of woe arose therefrom. The agonising -discovery had been made that the precious jar was empty. It had been -capsized during the night, and the bung, being but loosely inserted, -had fallen out. Its contents now lay in a sticky pool behind the -stove, mixed with the accumulated filth of two or three days. It was -a sight too harrowing for ordinary speech. They glared at one another -for a few seconds in silence, until Trabby with a vicious set of his -ugly mouth growled, “Thet---- young mudlawk.” “Ar,” said the mate, -with an air of having found what he wanted, “I’ll---- well skin ’im -w’en I goo on deck.” But though the thought was pleasant and some -relief to their feelings, they remembered, being sober, that if they -were not a little less demonstrative in their attentions to the boy -they would certainly have to do his work themselves. That gave them -pause, and they discussed with much gravity how they might deal with -him without inconvenience to themselves, until breakfast time. When -they had in hoggish fashion satisfied their hunger (their thirst no -amount of coffee could quench) they lit their pipes and lay back -to get such solace as tobacco could afford, and ruminate also upon -the possibility of replenishing the stone jar. Peedee steered on -steadily, breakfastless, and likely to remain so. Swiftly the barge -sped down the reaches in company with a whole fleet of her fellows -“cluttering up the river,” as an angry Geordie skipper, who had just -shaved close by one of them, remarked, “like a school o’ fat swine -in a tatty field.” So they fared for the whole forenoon without -incident, until with a savage curse and a blow Trabby took the wheel -from the hungry lad, bidding him go and get their dinner ready. -While he was thus engaged a thick mist gradually closed in upon the -crowded river, reducing its vivid panorama to an unreal expanse of -white cloudiness through which phantom shapes slowly glided to an -accompaniment of unearthly sounds. Suddenly to Peedee’s amazement -the big sail overhead began to flap, the jib-sheet rattled on the -“traveller,” and Skee Goss, striding forward, let go the anchor. Then -the two men brailed in the mainsail, allowed the jib to run down, and -without saying a word to the wondering boy, shoved the boat over the -side, jumped into her, and were swallowed up in the fog. The instant -they disappeared Peedee stood motionless, his ears acutely strained -for the measured play of the oars as the skipper and mate pulled -lustily shorewards. When at last he could hear them no longer, he -rushed to the scuttle forward, and dropping on his knees by its side, -called down, “Below there! ’r y’ sleep? On deck with ye ’s quick ’s -the devil’ll let ye.” Up they came, looking scared to death. Without -wasting a word, under Peedee’s direction the three hove the anchor -up, although Peedee was artful enough to lift the solitary pawl so -that it could make no noise. By the time they got the anchor they -were all three streaming with sweat, but without a moment’s pause -Peedee dropped the pawl, and taking a turn with the chain round the -windlass end in case of accidents, cast off the brails, letting the -great brown sail belly out to the fresh breeze. Having got the sheet -aft with a tremendous struggle, he took the wheel, saying, “Now you -two fellers, git forrard ’n histe thet jib up, ’n look lively too -’less you want ter be dam well murdered.” In utter bewilderment as -to what was happening the two lads blundered forward, and guided by -the energetic directions of their self-appointed commander, soon got -the sail set. Fully under control at last, the _Sarah Jane_ sped away -seaward before a breeze that, freshening every minute, bade fair to -be blowing a gale before night. - -But Peedee, transformed into a man by his sudden resolve and its -successful execution, called his crew to him, and while he skilfully -guided the barge down the strangely quiet river, endeavoured to -explain to them what he had done and why; together with his plans -for the future. He was utterly contemptuous of their seafaring -abilities, telling them that “he’d teach ’em more in two days than -they’d learn aboard that ugly old hulk in a year,” and although they -were each quite a head and shoulders taller than himself, he treated -them as if they were mere infants and he was an old salt. And there -was a light in his eye, an elasticity in his movements that impressed -them more than all his words. Woe betide them had they dared to -cross him! For in that small body was bubbling and fermenting the -sweet must of satisfied revenge, strengthened by conscious power -and utterly unadulterated by any sense of future difficulty or -responsibility. Higher rose the wind, driving the mist before it and -revealing the broad mouth of the river all white with foam as the -conflicting forces of storm and tide battled over the labyrinth of -banks. Obviously the first thing to do was the instruction of his -crew in steering, for as soon as he found time to think of it he felt -faint with hunger. Fortunately one of the runaways had been coxswain -of a boat, and very little sufficed to show him the difference -between a tiller and a wheel. And all untroubled by the rising sea, -the deeply-laden barge ploughed on far steadier than many a vessel -ten times her size would have done. Relieved from the wheel, Peedee -hastened to the caboose and found some of the dinner he had been -preparing still eatable. Supplementing it by such provisions as he -could easily lay hands on in the cabin, the trio made a hearty meal, -winding up with a smoke all round in genuine sailor fashion. - -With hunger appeased and perfect freedom lapping them around, who -shall say that they were not happy? Occasionally a queer little -tremor, a premonition of a price by-and-by to be paid for their -present adventure, thrilled up the spine of each of the two runaways, -but when they stole a glance at the calm features of their commander -they were comforted. So onward they sailed, through the tortuous -channels of the Thames’ estuary, scudding before a stress of wind -under whole canvas at a rate that made Peedee rejoice exceedingly, -although every few minutes a green comber of a sea swept diagonally -across the whole of the low deck, but never invaded the cabin top. -Night fell, the side-lights were exhibited, and like any thousand-ton -ship the _Sarah Jane_ stood boldly out into mid-channel, Peedee -shaping a course which would carry them down well clear of all the -banks. Morning saw them off the Varne shoal, the objects of eager -curiosity to the gaping crew of a huge four-masted barque that -passed them within a cable’s length. And as the sun rose the weather -cleared, the sky smiled down upon them, the keen wind and bright sea -gave them a delicious sense of freedom, while the grand speed of -their ship stirred them to almost delirious delight. This ecstatic -condition lasted for two days until, no definite land being in sight, -and passing vessels becoming fewer, the two new hands began to feel -that dread of the unknown that might have been expected of them. -Timidly they appealed to Peedee to tell them what he was going to -do. But with bitter scorn of their fears, all the fiercer because -he didn’t in the least know what was going to happen, he railed upon -them for a pair of cowardly milksops, and suggested hauling up for -some West-country port and dumping them on the beach. Truth to tell -he was becoming somewhat anxious himself as to his whereabouts, for -the stock of water was getting very low, although there was enough -food in the hold to have lasted them round the world. Fate, however, -served them better than design. When night fell a heavy bank of -clouds which had been lowering in the west all day suddenly began to -rise, and soon after dark, in a sudden squall, the wind shifted to -that quarter with mist and rain. Under these new conditions Peedee -lost his bearings and allowed his command to run away with him into -the darkness to leeward. At about four o’clock in the morning he -heard a dreadful sound, well known to him from experience, the hungry -growl of breakers. But before he had time to get too frightened -there was a sudden turmoil of foaming sea around them in place of -the dark hollows and white summits of the deep water, and with a -tipsy lurch or so the _Sarah Jane_ came to a standstill. She lay -so quietly that Peedee actually called his crew to brail up the -mainsail and haul down the jib in sailor fashion. Daylight revealed -the fact that she was high and dry, having run in past all sorts -of dangers until she grounded under the lee of a beetling mass of -rock and there remained unscathed. While they were having a last -meal they were startled by seeing some uncouth-looking men coming at -top speed over the rugged shore. But they lowered themselves down -over the side and ran to meet them, finding them foreigners indeed. -Before long the whole scanty population was down and busy with the -spoil thus providentially provided, while the three boys were hailed -as benefactors to their species, and made welcome to the best that -the village contained. And two tides after the _Sarah Jane_ was as -though she had never been, while the wanderers, well provided with -necessaries, were off for an autumn tour on foot through Southern -Brittany. - - - - - SEA-SUPERSTITIONS - - -Not the least of the mighty changes wrought by the advent of steam -as a motive-power at sea is the alteration it has made in the -superstitious notions current among seamen from the earliest days -of sea-faring. In the hurry and stress of the steamboat-man’s life -there is little scope for the indulgence of any fancies whatever, -and the old sea-traditions have mostly died out for lack of suitable -environment. Indeed, a new genus of seafarers have arisen to whom the -name of sailors hardly applies; they themselves scornfully accept the -designation of “sea-navvies”; and many instances are on record where, -it having become necessary to make sail in heavy weather to aid the -lumbering tramp in her struggle to claw off a lee-shore, or keep -ahead of a following sea, the master has found to his dismay that he -had not a man in his crew capable of tackling such a job. - -Perhaps the first old belief to go was that sailing on a Friday was -to court certain disaster. All old sailors dwell with unholy gusto -upon the legend of the ship that was commenced on a Friday, finished -on a Friday, named the _Friday_, commanded by Captain Friday, sailed -on a Friday, and--foundered on the same luckless day with all hands, -as a warning to all reckless shipowners and skippers never again -to run counter to the eternal decrees ordaining that the day upon -which the Saviour of the world was crucified should be henceforth -accursed or kept holy, according to the bent of the considering mind. -But steam has changed all that. When a steamer’s time for loading or -discharging began to be reckoned not in days but in hours, the notion -of detaining her in port for a whole day in deference to an idea -became too ridiculous for entertainment, and it almost immediately -died a natural death. This, of course, had its effect upon the less -hastily worked sailing vessels, although there are still to be -found in British sailing ships masters who would use a good deal of -artifice to avoid sailing on that day. Among the Spanish, Italian, -Austrian, and Greek sailing vessels, however, Friday is still held in -most superstitious awe. And on Good Friday there is always a regular -carnival held on board these vessels, the yards being allowed to -hang at all sorts of angles, the gear flung dishevelled and loose, -while an effigy of Judas is subjected to all the abuse and indignity -that the lively imaginations of the seamen can devise. Finally, the -effigy is besmeared with tar, a rope attached to it which is then -rove through a block at the main yard-arm, it is set alight, and amid -the frantic yells and execrations of the seamen it is slowly swung -aloft to dangle and blaze, while the excited mariners use up their -remaining energies in a wild dance. - -Another superstition that still survives in sailing vessels -everywhere is, strangely enough, connected with the recalcitrant -prophet Jonah. It is, however, confined to his bringing misfortune -upon the ship in which he sailed, and seldom is any allusion made -to his miraculous engulphing by the specially prepared great fish. -It does not take a long series of misfortunes overtaking a ship to -convince her crew that a lineal descendant of Jonah and an inheritor -of his disagreeable disqualifications is a passenger. So deeply -rooted is this idea that when once it has been aroused with respect -to any member of a ship’s company, that person is in evil case, and, -given fitting opportunity, would actually be in danger of his life. -This tinge of religious fanaticism, cropping up among a class of men -who, to put it mildly, are not remarkable for their knowledge of -Scripture, also shows itself in connection with the paper upon which -“good words” are printed. It is an unheard-of misdemeanour on board -ship to destroy or put to common use such paper. The man guilty of -such an action would be looked upon with horror by his shipmates, -although their current speech is usually vile and blasphemous beyond -belief. And herein is to be found a curious distinction between -seamen of Teutonic and Latin race, excluding Frenchmen. Despite the -superstitious reverence the former pay to the written word, none of -them would in time of peril dream of rushing to the opposite extreme, -and after madly abusing their Bibles, throw them overboard. But the -excitable Latins, after beseeching their patron saint to aid them in -the most agonising tones, repeating with frenzied haste such prayers -as they can remember, and promising the most costly gifts in the -event of their safely reaching port again, often turn furiously -upon all they have previously been worshipping, and with the most -horrid blasphemies, vent their rage upon the whilom objects of their -adoration. Nothing is too sacred for insult, no name too reverend for -abuse, and should there be, as there often is, an image of a saint on -board, it will probably be cast into the sea. - -But one of the most incomprehensible forms of sea-superstition is -that which has for its object that most prosaic of all sea-going -people, the Finns. Russian Finns, seamen always call them, although -there is far more of the Swede than the Russian about them, and their -tongue is Swedish also. They are perhaps the most perfect specimens -of the ideal seafarer in the world, although the Canadian runs them -closely. All things that appertain to a ship seem to come easily to -their doing, from the time of first laying the vessel’s keel until, -with every spar, sail, and item of running gear in its place, she -trips her “kellick” and leaves the harbour behind her for the other -side of the world. And even then the Finn will be found to yield -to none in his knowledge of navigation. Although his hands may be -gnarled and split with toil, and his square, expressionless face look -as if “unskilled labourer” were imprinted upon it, much difficulty -would be found in the search for a keener or more correct hand at -trigonometrical problems, or a better keeper of that most useful -document, a ship’s log-book. - -Yet to these men, by common consent, a supernatural status has been -assigned. Whether among the Latins the same idea holds is somewhat -doubtful, but certainly in British, American, and Scandinavian -vessels Finns are always credited with characteristics which a -century ago would have involved them in many unpleasantnesses. -Chiefly harmless, no doubt, these weird powers, yet when your stolid -shipmate is firmly believed to control the winds so masterfully as to -supply his favoured friends with a quartering breeze while all the -rest of the surrounding vessels have a “dead muzzler,” any affection -you may have had for him is seriously liable to degenerate into fear. -It is perhaps hardly necessary to say that from whatever the original -idea of Finnish necromancy originally arose, a whole host of legends -have grown up, many of them too trivial for print, some delightfully -quaint, others not less original than lewd, but all evidently grafts -of fancy upon some parent stock. Thus, while there is a rat in the -ship no Finn was ever known to lose anything, because it is well -known that any rat in the full possession of his faculties would be -only too glad to wait upon the humblest Finn. And the reason why -Finns are always fat is because they have only to go and stick their -knives in the foremast to effect a total change in their meat to -whatever they fancy most keenly at the time. It is well that they are -mostly temperate men, since everybody knows that they can draw any -liquor they like from the water-breaker by turning their cap round, -and they never write letters home because the birds that hover round -the ship are proud to bear their messages whithersoever they list. -The catalogue of their privileges might be greatly extended were -it needful, but one thing always strikes an unbiassed observer--the -Finn is, almost without exception, one of the humblest, quietest of -seafarers, whose sole aim is to do what he is told as well as he -can, to give as little trouble as possible, and where any post of -responsibility is given him to show his appreciation of it by doing -two men’s work, filling up his leisure by devising schemes whereby he -can do more. - -Of the minor superstitions there is little to be said. Few indeed -are the old sailors now afloat who would cuff a youngster’s ears for -whistling, fearing that his merry note would raise a storm. Whistling -for wind, however, still persists, as much a habit as the hissing of -a groom while rubbing down a horse, but a very sceptical laugh would -meet any one who inquired whether the whistler believed that his -_sifflement_ would make any difference to the force or direction of -the wind. Fewer still are those who would now raise any objections to -the presence of a clergyman on board. But the belief that a death, -whether of a man or an animal, _must_ be followed by a gale of wind -is perhaps more firmly held than any other, unless it be the notion -that sharks follow any ship wherein is an ailing man or woman, with -horrible anticipation. - - - - - OCEAN WINDS - - -Whatever of beauty the sea possesses it owes primarily to the -winds--to the free breath of heaven which sweeps joyously over those -vast lonely breadths, ruffling them with tiniest ripples by its -zephyrs, and hurling them in headlong fury for thousands of miles by -its hurricanes. It may be said that the term “ocean” cannot rightly -be applied to winds at all, since they are common to the whole globe, -and are not, like waves and currents, confined to the sea. But a -little consideration will surely convince that it is just and right -to speak of distinctive ocean winds which by contact with the great, -pure plains of the sea acquire a character which a land wind never -has or can have. In fact, it may be said with perfect truth that but -for the health-bearing winds from the sea, landward folk would soon -sicken and die, for our land winds are laden with disease germs, or, -as in the mistral, the puña, the sirocco, and the simoom, to mention -only a few of these terrible enemies to life, are still more deadly -in their blasting effect upon mankind. From all these evil qualities -ocean winds are free, and he who lives remote from the land, inhaling -only their pure breath, knows truly what health is, feels the blood -dance joyously through his arteries, aerated indeed. - -As a factor in sea traffic ocean winds are popularly supposed to -have become negligible. Indeed, the remark is often heard (on shore) -that the steamship has made man independent of wind and tide. It -is just the kind of statement that would emanate from some of our -pseudo-authorities upon marine matters, and akin to the oft-quoted -opinion that the advent of the steamship has driven romance from -the sea. In the first place, seamen know how tremendously the wind -affects even the highest-powered steamship, and although some sailors -will talk about an ocean liner ploughing her way through the teeth -of an opposing gale at full speed, it is only from their love of the -marvellous and desire to make the landsman stare. They know that such -a statement is ridiculously untrue. Leaving the steamship out of the -question, however, there are still very large numbers of vessels at -sea which are entirely dependent upon the winds for their propulsion, -their transit between port and port. They grow fewer and fewer every -year, of course, as they are lost or broken up, because they are not -replaced, yet in certain trades they are so useful and economical -that it is difficult to see why they should be allowed to disappear. -Masters of such ships are considered to be smart or the reverse in -proportion to their knowledge of ocean winds, where to steer in -order to get the full benefit of their incidence, what latitudes to -avoid because there winds rarely blow, and how best to manœuvre -their huge-winged craft in the truly infernal whirl of an advancing -or receding cyclone. For such purposes ocean winds may roughly be -divided into two classes--the settled and the adventitious: those -winds that may fairly be depended upon for regularity both as to -force and direction, and those whose coming and going is so aptly -used in Scripture allegory. Taking as the former class the Trade -winds of the globe, it is found that they are also subject to much -mutability, especially those to the northward of the Equator known as -the “North-East Trades.” Old seamen speak of them as do farmers of -the weather ashore--complain that neither in steadiness of direction -nor in constancy of force are they to be depended upon as of old. Of -course they vary somewhat with the seasons, but that is not what is -complained of by the mariner; it is their capricious variation from -year to year, whereby you shall actually find a strong wind well to -the southward of east in what should be the heart of the North-East -Trades, or at another time fall upon a stark calm prevailing where -you had every right to expect a fresh favouring breeze. - -Still, with all their failure to maintain the reputation of former -times in the estimation of sailors (as distinguished from steamship -crews), even the much maligned North-East Trade winds are fairly -dependable. The South-East Trades, again, are almost as sure in their -operation as is the recurrence of day and night. The homeward-bound -sailing ship, once having been swept round the Cape of Good Hope in -spite of adverse winds by the irresistible Agulhas current, usually -finds awaiting her a southerly wind. Sailors refuse to call it the -first of the Trades, considering that any wind blowing without the -Tropics has no claim to be called a “Trade.” This fancy matters -little. The great thing is that these helpful breezes await the -homeward-bounder close down to the southern limit of his passage, -await him with arms outspread in welcome, and coincidently with the -pleasant turning of his ship’s head homeward, permit the yards to be -squared, and the course to be set as desired. And the ship--like a -docile horse who, after a long day’s journey, finds his head pointing -stablewards and settles steadily down to a clinking pace--gathers way -in stately fashion and glides northward at a uniform rate without -any further need of interference from her crew. Throughout the long -bright days, with the sea wearing one vast many-dimpled smile, and -the stainless blue above quivering in light uninterrupted by the -passage of a single cloud, the white-winged ship sweeps serenely on. -All around in the paling blue of the sky near the horizon float the -sleepy, fleecy cumuli peculiar to the “Trades,” without perceptible -motion or change of form. When day steps abruptly into night, and -the myriad glories of the sunless hours reveal themselves shyly to -an unheeding ocean, the silent ship still passes ghost-like upon her -placid way, the steadfast wind rounding her canvas into the softest -of curves, without a wrinkle or a shake. Before her stealthy approach -the glittering waters part, making no sound save a cool rippling -as of a fern-shadowed brooklet hurrying through some rocky dell in -Devon. The sweet night’s cool splendours reign supreme. The watch, -with the exception of the officer, the helmsman, and the look-out -man, coil themselves in corners and sleep, for they are not needed, -and during the day much work is adoing in making their ship smart for -home. And thus they will go without a break of any kind for over two -thousand miles. - -Next to the Trades in dependability, and fairly entitled to be -called sub-permanent, are the west winds of the regions north and -south of the Tropics, or about the parallels of 40° north or south. -Without the steadiness of these winds in the great Southern Sea, -the passage of sailing ships to Australasia or India would indeed -be a tedious business. But they can be reckoned upon so certainly -that in many cases the duration of passages of ships outward and -homeward can be predicted within a week, which speaks volumes for the -wonderful average steadiness of the great wind-currents. Although -these winds bear no resemblance to the beautiful Trades. Turbulent, -boisterous, and cruel, they try human endurance to its utmost limits, -and on board of a weak ship, fleeing for many days before their -furious onslaught, anxiety rises to a most painful pitch with the -never-ceasing strain upon the mind. They have also a way of winding -themselves up anew, as it were, at intervals. They grow stronger -and fiercer by successive blasts until the culminating blow compels -even the strongest ships to reduce canvas greatly unless they would -have it carried away like autumn leaves. Then the wind will begin to -shift round by the south gradually and with decreasing force until, -as if impatient, it will jump a couple of points at a time. Then, in -the “old” sea, the baffled, tormented ship staggers blindly, making -misery for her crew and testing severely her sturdy frame. Farther -and farther round swings the wind, necessitating much labour aloft -for the shipmen, until in the space of, say, twenty-four hours from -its first giving way, it has described a complete circle and is back -again in its old quarter, blowing fiercely as ever. Not that this -peculiar evolution is always made. There are times when to sailors’ -chagrin the brave west wind fails them in its proper latitudes, -being succeeded by baffling easterlies, dirty weather of all kinds, -and a general feeling of instability, since to expect fine weather -in the sense of light wind and blue sky for any length of time in -those stern regions is to reveal ignorance of their character. Yet -it is only in such occasional lapses from force and course of the -west wind of the south that the hapless seaman seeking to double Cape -Horn from the east can hope to slip round. So that while his fellows -farther east are fleeing to their goal at highest speed, he is being -remorselessly battered by the same gale, driven farther and farther -south, and ill-used generally, and only by taking advantage of the -brief respite can he effect his purpose. - -The monsoon winds of the Indian seas are most important and unique -in their seasonal changing. For six months of the year the wind in -the Bay of Bengal and the Arabian Sea will be north-easterly and the -weather fine. Over the land, however, this fine wind is bearing no -moisture, and its longer persistence than usual means famine with -all its attendant horrors. “Fine weather” grows to be a term of -awful dread, and men’s eyes turn ever imploringly to the south-west, -hoping, with an intensity of eagerness that is only felt where life -is at stake, for the darkening of those skies of steely blue, until -one day a cloud no bigger than a man’s hand arises from the sharply -defined horizon. Swiftly it expands into ominous-looking masses, but -the omens are of blessing, of relief from drought and death. The -howling wind hurls before it those leaden water-bearers until, one -by one, they burst over the iron-bound earth, and from station to -station throughout the length and breadth of Hindostan is flashed -the glad message, “The monsoon has burst.” Out at sea the great -steamships emerging from the Gulf of Aden are met by the turbulent -south-wester, and have need of all their power to stem its force, -force which is quite equal to that of a severe Atlantic gale at -times. And all sailors dread the season, bringing as it does to their -sorely tried bodies the maximum of physical discomfort possible at -sea in warm climates. - -Of the varying forces of winds, from the zephyr to the hurricane, it -would be easy to write another page, but this subject is not strictly -within the scope of the present article, and must therefore be left -untouched. - - - - - THE SEA IN THE NEW TESTAMENT - - -Remembering gratefully, as all students should do, the immense -literary value of the Bible, it is not without a pang of regret that -we are obliged to confess that its pages are so meagre of allusions -to the grandest of all the Almighty’s works--the encircling sea. Of -course we cannot be surprised at this, seeing how scanty was the -acquaintance with the sea enjoyed by ancient civilised peoples, to -whom that exaggerated lake, the Mediterranean, was the “Great Sea,” -and for whom the River Oceanus was the margin of a boundless outer -darkness. Yet in spite of this drawback, Old Testament allusions -to the sea then known, few as they are, remain unsurpassable in -literature, needing not to withdraw their claims to pre-eminence -before such gems as “Ocean’s many-dimpled smile” or the “Wine-dark -main” of the pagan poets. In number, too, though sparsely sprinkled, -they far surpass those of the New Testament, which, were it not for -one splendid exception, might almost be neglected as non-existent. - -Our Lord’s connection with the sea and its toilers was confined to -those petty Syrian lakes which to-day excite the traveller’s wonder -as he recalls the historical accounts of hundreds of Roman galleys -floating thereupon; and all his childish dreams of the great sea -upon which the Lord was sailing and sleeping when that memorable -storm arose which He stilled with a word suffer much by being brought -face to face with the realities of little lake and tiny boat. St. -John and St. James show by their almost terror-stricken words about -the sea what they felt, and from want of a due consideration of -proportion their allusions have been much misunderstood. No man who -knew the sea could have written as one of the blissful conditions of -the renewed heaven and earth that there should “be no more sea,” any -more than he could have spoken of the limpid ocean wave as casting up -“mire and dirt.” - -But by one incomparable piece of writing Paul, the Apostle born out -of due time, has rescued the New Testament from this reproach of -neglect, and at the same time has placed himself easily in the front -rank of those who have essayed to depict the awful majesty of wind -and wave as well as the feebleness, allied to almost presumptuous -daring, of those who do business in great waters. Wonder and -admiration must also be greatly heightened if we do but remember the -circumstances under which this description was written. The writer -had, by the sheer force of his eloquence, by his daring to await -the precise moment in which to assert his citizenship, escaped what -might at any moment have become martyrdom. Weary with a terrible -journey, faint from many privations, he was hurried on board a ship -of Adramyttium bound to the coast of Asia (places not specified). -What sort of accommodation and treatment awaited him there under -even the most favourable circumstances we know very well. For on the -East African coast even to this day we find precisely the same kind -of vessels, the same primitive ideas of navigation, the same absence -of even the most elementary notions of comfort, the same touching -faith in its being always fine weather as evinced by the absence of -any precautions against a storm. - -Such a vessel as this carried one huge sail bent to a yard resembling -a gigantic fishing-rod whose butt when the sail was set came nearly -down to the deck, while the tapering end soared many feet above -the masthead. As it was the work of all hands to hoist it, and the -operation took a long time, when once it was hoisted it was kept so -if possible, and the nimble sailors with their almost prehensile toes -climbed up the scanty rigging, and clinging to the yard gave the -sail a bungling furl. The hull was just that of an exaggerated boat, -sometimes undecked altogether, and sometimes covered in with loose -planks, excepting a hut-like erection aft which was of a little more -permanent character. Large oars were used in weather that admitted of -this mode of propulsion, and the anchors were usually made of heavy -forked pieces of wood, whereto big stones were lashed. There was a -rudder, but no compass, so that the crossing of even so narrow a -piece of water as separated Syria from Cyprus was quite a hazardous -voyage. Tacking was unknown or almost so, and once the mariners got -hold of the land they were so reluctant to lose sight of it that -they heeded not how much time the voyage took or what distances they -travelled. - -The nameless ship of Adramyttium then at last ventured from Sidon and -fetched Cyprus, sailing under its lee. How salt that word tastes, -and what visions it opens up of these infant navigators creeping -cautiously from point to point along that rugged coast, heeding not -at all the unnecessary distance so long as they were sheltered from -the stormy autumn weather. Another perilous voyage across “the sea -which is off Cilicia and Pamphylia” (another purely maritime term) -and the harbour of Myra was gained. Great were the rejoicings of -the voyagers, but premature, for every day that passed brought them -nearer to the time of tempest, and consequently of utmost danger. In -fact the memorable voyage of St. Paul may be said to begin here. The -crossing of the Great Sea had been accomplished without incident, -although doubtless occupying so many days that the landsmen were by -this time somewhat accustomed to the misery of life at sea in those -days, when in coarse weather sea-sickness was one of the least of -their woes. - -The shipment by the centurion of his prisoners on board of the -Alexandrian wheat-ship marked the commencement of a series of -troubles. In the first place, for such a ship and such a voyage the -number of people on board was far too great, even if we accept the -lower estimate--seventy-six--which is placed on her complement by -some ancient authorities. If she carried two hundred and seventy-six -she must have been like an Arab dhow running a full cargo of slaves, -and it is difficult to see how, even taking into consideration the -way in which both mariners and passengers were inured to hardship, -she could have carried them all through the wild weather and weary -days following without some deaths. “And when we had sailed slowly -many days” (what a world of suffering can be read into those few -pathetic words), they fetched under the lee of Crete with all -the thankfulness that might be expected from men who had been so -pitilessly exposed to the fury of the open sea. With difficulty -they crept along the coast until they got into the Fair Havens and -refreshed their weary hearts. - -No wonder they were reluctant to put again to sea, even though they -knew that every day brought wilder weather, and their chance of -wintering in their present harbour safely was poor, from its exposed -position. And now we find St. Paul taking the risky step of advising -seafarers as to the proper conduct of their own business--risky -because while no man likes to be interfered with at his work by -one whom he considers an outsider, sailors are perhaps more touchy -upon this matter than most people. True, the science of navigation -and seamanship was in its infancy, and no such gulf of knowledge -separated landsmen from seamen in those days as existed afterwards, -but one can easily picture the indignation of the commander of the -ship (curiously enough here called the owner, the very same slang -title given to the Captain of a man-of-war by his officers and crew -to-day) when he heard this presumptuous passenger-prisoner thus -daring to give his unasked advice. Besides, Paul’s motive for -wishing to remain in port was one easily misconstrued. - -Therefore the centurion’s refusal to listen to Paul’s suggestion was -quite natural; nay, it was inevitable. Still, there was evidently no -intention of persevering with the voyage upon getting under way, only -of entering the nearest harbour that might afford sufficient shelter -against the fury of the winter gales. With a gentle southerly breeze -they left Fair Havens, and moved along the shore. But presently -down from the Cretan mountains Euraquilo came rushing, the furious -Levanter, which is not surpassed in the world for ferocity, hurling -their helpless cockle-shell off shore. Their fear of the storm was -far greater than their fear of the land, for unlike the sailors of -to-day, to whom the vicinity of land in a gale is far more dreaded -than the gale itself, they hugged the small island, Clauda, and -succeeded in their favourite manœuvre, that of getting under the lee -of the land once more. It was high time. The buffeting of the ship -had weakened her to such an extent that she must have threatened to -fall asunder, since they were driven actually to “frap” her together, -that is, bind their cable round and round her and heave it taut--a -parlous state of things, but one to which sailors have often been -brought with a crazy ship in a heavy gale. - -In this dangerous state they feared the proximity of hungry rocks, -but instead of reducing sail and endeavouring to get along in -some definite direction, they lowered down the big yard and let -the ship drive whithersoever she would. The storm continued, the -poor, bandaged hull was leaking at every seam, a portion of the -cargo, called by St. Paul by its true nautical name “freight,” was -jettisoned. But that did not satisfy them, and they proceeded to the -desperate extremity of casting overboard the “tackling,” the great -sail and yard, and all movable gear from the upper works except the -anchors. - -Then in misery, with death yawning before them, already half drowned, -foodless, and hopeless, they drifted for many days into the unknown -void under that heavy-laden sky before the insatiable gale. In the -midst of all this horror of great darkness, the dauntless prisoner -comforted them, even while unable to forbear reminding them that had -they listened to him, this misery would have been spared them. His -personality never shone brighter than on this occasion; the little -ascetic figure must have appeared Godlike to those poor, ignorant -sufferers. - -At the expiration of a fortnight, the sailors surmised that land was -near, although it was midnight. How characteristic is that flash of -insight into the sea-faring instinct, and how true! They sounded and -got twenty fathoms, and in a little while found the water had shoaled -to fifteen. Then they performed a piece of seamanship which may be -continually seen in execution on the East African coast to-day--they -let the anchors down to their full scope of cable and prayed for -daylight. The Arabs do it in fair weather or foul--lower the sail, -slack down the anchor, and go to sleep. She will bring up before she -hits anything. - -Unfortunately, space will not admit of further dealing with this -great story of the sea, so familiar and yet so little understood. The -sailors’ cowardly attempt at escape, the discipline of the soldiers -foiling it, the arrangements for beaching her by the aid of what is -here called a foresail, but was probably only a rag of sail rigged up -temporarily to get the ship before the wind, and the escape of all as -foretold by St. Paul, need much more space for dealing with than can -be spared. - -But the one thing which makes this story go to the heart of every -seaman is its absolute fidelity to the facts of sea-life; its -log-like accuracy of detail; its correct use of all nautical terms. -In fact, some old seamen go so far as to aver that St. Paul, having -kept an accurate record of the facts, got the captain of the ship to -edit them for him, as in no other way could a landsman such as Paul -was have obtained so seaman-like a grip of the story, both in detail -and language. - - _Note._--It will of course be noted that while the general opinion - is in favour of assigning to Luke the authorship of the narrative - commented upon above, I have credited Paul with it. I have my - reasons, but because of controversy I refrain from stating them. - - - - - THE POLITY OF A BATTLESHIP - - -Among the many interesting features of life at sea, few afford -studies more fruitful in valuable thought than the internal economy -of that latest development of human ingenuity--a modern battleship. -It is not by any means easy for a visitor from the shore, upon coming -alongside one of these gigantic vessels, to realise its bulk; the -first effect is one of disappointment. Everything on board is upon -a scale so massive, while the limpid space whereon she floats is so -capacious that the mind refuses to take in her majestic proportions. -And a hurried scamper around the various points of chief interest -on board leaves the mind like a palimpsest where one impression is -superimposed upon another so swiftly that the general effect is but -a blur and no detail is clear. Besides, in such a flying visit the -guide naturally makes the most of those wonders with which he himself -is associated in his official capacity, and thus the visitor is apt -to get a very one-sided view of things. Again, in the course of a -hurried visit in harbour the mind gets so clogged with wonders of -machinery and design, that the human side, always apt to keep itself -in the background, receives no portion of that attention which is -its due. From all of which causes it naturally follows that the only -way in which to obtain anything like a comprehensive notion of the -polity of a battleship is to spend at least a month on board, both -at sea and in harbour, and waste no opportunity of observation of -every part of the ship’s daily life that may be presented. Such -opportunities, naturally, fall to the lot of but few outside the -Service, and from the well-known modesty of sailors, it is next -to hopeless to expect them to enlighten the public upon the most -interesting details of their daily lives. - -The mere statement of the figures which belong to a modern battleship -like the _Mars_, for instance, is apt to have a benumbing effect -upon the mind. She displaces 14,900 tons at load draught, is 391 -ft. long, 75 ft. wide, and nearly 50 ft. deep from the upper deck -to the bottom. She is divided into 232 compartments by means of -water-tight bulkheads, is protected by 1802 tons of armour, is lit by -900 electric lights, steams 16½ knots, carries 82 independent sets -of engines, mounts 54 different cannon and 5 torpedo tubes, and is -manned by 759 men. - -Now it is only fair to say that such a hurried recapitulation of -statistics like these gives no real hint as to the magnitude of -the ship as she reveals herself to one after a few days’ intimate -acquaintance. And that being so, what is to be said of the men, the -population of this floating cosmos, the 759 British entities ruled -over by the Captain with a completeness of knowledge and a freedom -from difficulty that an Emperor might well envy? As in a town, we -have here men of all sorts and professions, we find all manner of -human interests cropping up here in times of leisure, and yet the -whole company have one feeling, one interest in common--their ship, -and through her their Navy. - -First of all, of course, comes the Captain, who, in spite of the -dignity and grandeur of his position, must at times feel very lonely. -He lives in awful state, a sentry (of Marines) continually guarding -his door, and although he does unbend at stated times as far as -inviting a few officers to dine with him, or accepting the officers’ -invitation to dine in the ward-room, this relaxation must not come -too often. The Commander, who is the chief executive officer, is -in a far better position as regards comfort. He comes between the -Captain and the actual direction of affairs, he has a spacious cabin -to himself, but he takes his meals at the ward-room table among all -the officers above the rank of Sub-Lieutenant, and shares their -merriment; the only subtle distinction made between him and everybody -else at such times being in the little word “Sir,” which is dropped -adroitly in when he is being addressed. For the rest, naval _nous_ is -so keen that amidst the wildest fun when off duty no officer can feel -that his dignity is tampered with, and they pass from sociability to -cast-iron discipline and back again with an ease that is amazing to a -landsman. The ward-room of a battleship is a pleasant place. It is a -spacious apartment, taking in the whole width of the ship, handsomely -decorated, and lit by electricity. There is usually a piano, a good -library, and some handsome plate for the table. It is available -not only for meals, but as a drawing-room, a common meeting-ground -for Lieutenants, Marine officers, surgeons, chaplain, and senior -engineers, where they may unbend and exchange views, as well as enjoy -one another’s society free from the grip of the collar. A little -lower down in the scale of authority, as well as actually in the hull -of the ship, comes the gun-room, the affix being a survival, and -having no actual significance now. In this respect both ward-room and -gun-room have the advantage over the Captain’s cabin, in which there -are a couple of quick-firing guns, causing those sacred precincts -to be invaded by a small host of men at “general quarters,” who -manipulate those guns as if they were on deck. The gun-room is the -ward-room over again, only more so--that is, more wildly hilarious, -more given to outbursts of melody and rough play. Here meet the -Sub-Lieutenants, the assistant-engineers and other junior officers, -_and_ the midshipmen. With these latter Admirals in embryo we find a -state of things existing that is of the highest service to them in -after life. Taking their meals as gentlemen, with a senior at the -head of the table, meeting round that same table at other times for -social enjoyment, once they are outside of the gun-room door they -have no more privacy than the humblest bluejacket. They sleep and -dress and bathe--live, in fact--_coram publico_, which is one of the -healthiest things, when you come to think of it, for a youngster of -any class. Although they are now officers in H.M. Navy, they are -still schoolboys, and their education goes steadily on at stated -hours in a well-appointed schoolroom, keeping pace with that sterner -training they are receiving on deck. The most grizzled old seaman on -board must “Sir” them, but there are plenty of correctives all around -to hinder the growth in them of any false pride. - -On the same deck is to be found the common room of the warrant -officers, such as bo’sun, carpenter, gunner; those sages who have -worked their difficult way up from the bottom of the sailor’s ladder -through all the grades, and are, with the petty officers, the -mainstay of the service. Each of them has a cabin of his own, as is -only fitting; but _here_ they meet as do their superiors overhead, -and air their opinions freely. But, like the ward-room officers, they -mostly talk “shop,” for they have only one great object in life, -the efficiency of their charge, and it leaves them little room for -any other topics. Around this, the after part of the ship, cluster -also another little body of men and lads, the domestics, as they are -termed, who do their duty of attendance upon officers and waiting -at table under all circumstances with that neatness and celerity -that is inseparable from all work performed in a ship-of-war. -Body-servants of officers are usually Marines, but the domestics -are a class apart, strictly non-combatant, yet under naval law and -discipline. Going “forrard,” the chief petty officers will be found -to make some attempt at shutting themselves apart from the general, -by arrangements of curtains, &c., all liable and ready to be flung -into oblivion at the first note of a bugle. For the rest, their -lives are absolutely public. No one has a corner that he may call -his own, unless perhaps it is his “ditty box,” that little case -of needles, thread, and etceteras that he needs so often, and is -therefore allowed to keep on a shelf near the spot where he eats. -Each man’s clothes are kept in a bag, which has its allotted place -in a rack, far away from the spot where his hammock and bed are -spirited off to every morning at 5 A.M., to lie concealed until the -pipe “down hammocks” at night. And yet by the arrangement of “messes” -each man has, in common with a few others, a settled spot where they -meet at a common table, even though it be not shut in, and is liable -to sudden disappearance during an evolution. So that a man’s mess -becomes his rallying-point; it is there that the young bluejacket or -Marine learns worldly wisdom, and many other things. The practice -of keeping all bedding on the move as it were, having no permanent -sleeping-places, requires getting used to, but it is a most healthy -one, and even if it were not it is difficult to see how, within the -limited space of a warship, any other arrangement would be possible. -Order among belongings is kept by a carefully graduated system of -fines payable in soap--any article found astray by the ever-watchful -naval police being immediately impounded and held to ransom. And as -every man’s kit is subject to a periodical overhaul by officers any -deficiency cannot escape notice. - -Every man’s time is at the disposal of the Service whenever it is -wanted, but in practice much leisure is allowed for rest, recreation, -and mental improvement. Physical development is fully looked after -by the rules of the Service, but all are encouraged to make the best -of themselves, and no efforts on the part of any man to better his -position are made in vain. Nowhere, perhaps, is vice punished or -virtue rewarded with greater promptitude, and since all punishments -and rewards are fully public, the lessons they convey are never lost. -But apart from the Service routine, the civil life of this little -world is a curious and most interesting study. The industrious man -who, having bought a sewing-machine, earns substantial addition to -his pay by making every item of his less energetic messmates’ clothes -(except boots) for a consideration, the far-seeing man who makes his -leisure fit him for the time when he shall have left the Navy, the -active temperance man who seeks to bring one after the other of his -shipmates into line with the ever-growing body of teetotalers that -are fast altering completely the moral condition of our sailors, the -religious man who gets permission to hold his prayer-meeting in some -torpedo-flat or casemate surrounded by lethal weapons--all these go -to make up the multifarious life of a big battleship. - -And not the least strange to an outsider is the way in which all -these various private pursuits and varied industries are carried on -in complete independence of each other, often in complete ignorance -of what is going on in other parts of the ship. News flies quickly, -of course, but since every man has his part in the ship’s economy -allotted to him, it naturally follows that he declines to bother his -head about what the other fellows are doing. Sufficient for him that -his particular item is to hand when required, and that he does it as -well and as swiftly as he is able. If he be slack or uninterested in -what concerns himself many influences are brought to bear upon him. -First his messmates, then his petty officer, and so on right up to -the Captain. And through all he is made to feel that his _laches_ -affects first the smartness of his ship, then the reputation of the -great British Navy. So the naval spirit is fostered, so the glorious -traditions are kept up, and it continues to be the fact that the -slackest mobilised ship we can send to sea is able to show any -foreign vessel-of-war a lesson in smartness that they none of them -are able to learn. And in the naval battle of the future it will be -the few minutes quicker that will win. - - - - - THE PRIVACY OF THE SEA - - -Whether expressed or implied, there is certainly a deep-rooted idea -in the minds of shore-dwellers that the vast fenceless fields of -ocean are in these latter days well, not to say thickly, populated -by ships; that, sail or steam whither you will, you cannot get away -from the white glint of a sailing ship or the black smear along the -clean sky of a steamship’s smoke. There is every excuse for such an -attitude of mind on the part of landward folk. Having no standard of -comparison against which to range the vast lonely breadths of water -which make up the universal highway, and being mightily impressed -by the statistics of shipping owned by maritime nations, they can -hardly be blamed for supposing that the privacy of the sea is a -thing of the past. One voyage in a sailing ship to the Australasian -Colonies or to India, if the opportunities it afforded were rightly -used, would do far more to convince them of the utterly wrong notion -possessing them than any quantity of writing upon the subject could -effect. But unhappily, few people to-day have the leisure or the -inclination to spend voluntarily three months upon a sea passage that -can be performed in little more than one. Even those, who by reason -of poverty or for their health’s sake do take such passages, almost -invariably show signs of utter weariness and boredom. As day after -day passes, and the beautiful fabric in which they live glides gently -and leisurely forward, their impatience grows until in some it almost -amounts to a disease. This condition of mind is not favourable, to -say the least, to a calm study of the characteristic features of -ocean itself. Few indeed are the passengers, and fewer still are the -sailors who will for the delight of the thing spend hour after hour -perched upon some commanding point in wide-eyed, sight-strengthening -gaze out upon the face of the sea. - -Upon those who do there grows steadily a sense of the most complete -privacy, a solemn aloofness belonging to the seas. The infrequent -vessel, gentle though her progress may be through the calm waters of -the tropics, still strikes them as an intruder upon this realm of -silence and loneliness. The voices of the crew grate harshly upon the -ear as with a sense of desecration such as one feels upon hearing -loud conversation in the sacred peace of some huge cathedral. And -when a vessel heaves in sight, a tiny mark against the skyline, she -but punctuates the loneliness, as it were--affords a point from which -the eye can faintly calculate the immensity of her surroundings. - -Quite differently, yet with its own distinctive privacy, do the -stormy regions of the ocean impress the beholder. In the fine zones -the wind’s presence is suggested rather than felt, so quiet and -placid are its manifestations. Its majestic voice is hushed into a -murmur undistinguishable from the musical rippling of the wavelets -into which it ruffles the shining sea-surface. But when beyond those -regions of perpetual summer the great giant Boreas asserts himself -and challenges his ancient colleague and competitor to a renewal of -the eternal conflict for supremacy, there is an overwhelming sense -of duality which is entirely absent in calmer seas. As the furious -tempest rages unappeasable, and the solemn ocean wakes in mighty -wrath, men must feel that to be present at such a quarrel is to be -like some puny mortal eavesdropping in full Sanhedrim of the High -Gods. Apart altogether from the imminent danger of annihilation, -there is that sense of intrusion which is almost sacrilege, of daring -thus to witness what should surely be hidden from the profane eyes -of the sons of men. All thoughtful minds are thus impressed by the -combat of gale and sea, although their impressions are for the most -part so elusive and shadowy that any definite fixing thereof is -hopeless. Especially is this form of the solemn privacy of the sea -noticeable in the Southern Ocean. Along the line, untraced by mortal -hand except upon a Mercator’s Chart, favoured by the swift sailing -ships between South America and Australasia, the vastest stretch of -ocean known is dotted only at enormous intervals by the fleets of -civilisation. Day succeeds day, lengthening into weeks, during which -the brave intruder is hurled upon her headlong way at the rate of -eight or nine degrees of longitude in the twenty-four hours without -a companion, with no visible environment but sea and sky. And do what -the intelligent novice will, he cannot divest himself of the notion, -when drawing near the confines of New Zealand, seeing how minute that -beautiful cluster of islands appears upon the chart, that it would be -so easy to miss them altogether, to rush past them under compulsion -of the mighty west wind, and waste long painful days struggling -against its power to get back again to the overrun port. - -Once in the writer’s own experience an incident occurred that seemed -almost to justify such a fear. Only sixty days had elapsed since -leaving Plymouth with four hundred emigrants on board, and during the -last fortnight the west wind had blown with terrific violence (to -a landsman). But the master, in calmest satisfaction, with fullest -confidence in the power of his ship, had steadfastly refused to -shorten sail. He seldom left the deck, the spectacle of his beautiful -command in her maddened rush to the east being to him apparently -sufficient recompense for loss of rest. At last we flew past the -Snares, those grim outliers of the Britain of the South, and it -became necessary to “haul up” for Port Lyttelton. To do this we must -needs bring that great wind full upon our broadside, and that, with -the canvas we were carrying, would have meant instant destruction. So -all hands were called, and the work of shortening her down commenced. -Several of the lighter sails, at the first slackening from their -previously rigid tension, gave one despairing flap and vanished to -join the clouds. But furious toil and careful skill through long -hours of that dense night succeeded in reducing the previously -great sail area down to three lower-topsails, reefed fore-sail, and -fore-topmast staysail. Then after much careful watching of the waves -that came fatefully thundering on astern until a lull momentarily -intervened, the helm was suddenly put down, and the gallant vessel -swung up into the wind. Nobly done, but as she wheeled there arose -out of the blackness ahead a mountainous shape with a voice that -made itself heard above the gale. Higher and higher it soared until -smiting the bluff of the bow it broke on board, a wave hundreds of -tons in solid weight. The stout steel ship trembled to her keelson, -but she rose a conqueror, while the avalanche of white-topped -water rushed aft dismantling the decks, and leaving them, when it -had subsided, in forlorn ruin. But she was safe. Justifying the -faithfulness and skill of her builders, she had survived where a -weaker ship would have disappeared, beaten out of the upper air -like a paper boat under a stone flung from the bank. Slowly and -laboriously we fore-reached to the northward, until under the lee of -the land the wind changed, and we entered port in triumph. - -This sense of solitude induced by contemplation of the ocean is -exceedingly marked even on the best frequented routes and the most -crowded (?) waters. To enter into it fully, however, it is necessary -to sail either in a cable ship, a whaler, or an old slow-going -merchant sailor that gets drifted out of the track of vessels. -Even in the English Channel one cannot but feel how much room there -is. In spite of our knowledge of the numbers of ships that pass and -repass without ceasing along what may truthfully be termed the most -frequented highway in the watery world, there is an undoubtedly -reasonable sense induced by its contemplation that however much -the dry land may become overcrowded the sea will always be equal -to whatever demands may be made upon it for space. There are many -harbours in the world, at any rate landlocked bays that may rightly -be called harbours, wherein the fleets of all the nations might lie -in comfort. And their disappearance from the open sea would leave no -sense of loss. So wide is Old Ocean’s bosom. Perhaps this is even -now more strongly marked than it was fifty years ago. The wonderful -exactitude with which the steam fleets of the world keep to certain -well-defined tracks leaves the intermediate breadths unvisited from -year to year. They are private places whither he who should desire -to hide himself from the eyes of men might hie and be certain that -but for the host of heaven, the viewless wind, and the silent myriads -beneath, he would indeed be alone. They are of the secret places of -the Almighty. - -Occasionally the great steamships that lay for us the connecting -nerves of civilisation penetrate these arcana, for their path must be -made on the shortest line between two continents, heedless of surface -tracks. And the wise men who handle these wonderful handmaids of -science know how private are the realms through which they steadily -steam, leaving behind them the thin black line along which shall -presently flash at lightning speed the thought-essence of mankind. -The whaler, alas! is gone; the old leisurely South Seaman to whom -time was a thing of no moment. Her ruler knew that his best prospect -of finding the prey he sought was where no keel disturbed the -sensitive natural vibrations of the wave. So these vessels saw more -of sea solitude than any others. Saw those weird spaces unvisited -even by wind, great areas of silky surface into whose peaceful glades -hardly rolled a gently undulating swell bearing silent evidence -of storms raging half a world away. So too upon occasion did, and -does, a belated sailing-ship, such as one we met in the Southern -Seas bound from the United Kingdom to Auckland, that had been then -nine months on her passage. Into what dread sea-solitudes she had -intruded. How many, many days had elapsed during which she was the -solitary point rising from the shining plain into the upper air. Her -crew had a wistful look upon their faces, as of men whose contact -with the world they dimly remembered had been effectually cut off. -And truly to many, news of her safety came in the nature of a message -of resurrection. Books of account concerning her had to be reopened, -mourning garments laid aside. She had returned from the silences, had -rejoined the world of men. - -All the tracks along which ships travel are but threads traversing -these private waters, just little spaces like a trail across an -illimitable desert. And even there the simile fails because the track -across the ocean plain is imaginary. It is traced by the passing keel -and immediately it is gone. And the tiny portion of the sea-surface -thus furrowed is but the minutest fraction of the immeasurable spaces -wherein is enthroned the privacy of the sea. - - - - - THE VOICES OF THE SEA - - -Not the least of the many charms exercised by the deep and wide sea -upon its bond-servants are the varied voices by which it makes known -its ever-changing moods. They are not for all ears to hear. Many a -sailor spends the greater part of a long life in closest intercourse -with the ocean, yet to its myriad beauties he is blind; no realised -sense of his intimacy with the immensity of the Universe ever makes -the hair of his flesh stand up, and to the majestic music of the -unresting deep his ears of appreciation are closely sealed. Not that -unto any one of the sons of men is it ever given to be conversant -with all the countless phases of delight belonging to the sea. For -some cannot endure the call of deep answering unto deep, the terrible -thundering of the untrammelled ocean in harmony with the uttermost -diapason of the storm-wind. All their finer perceptions are benumbed -by fear. And other some, who are yet unable to rejoice in the sombre -glory of the tempest-tones, are intolerant of the lightsome glee -born of zephyrs and sunlight when the sweet murmur of the radiant -breaths is like the contented cooing of care-free infancy, and every -dancing wavelet wears a many-dimpled smile. For them there must be -a breeze of strength with a strident, swaggering sea through which -the well-found ship ploughs her steady way at utmost speed with -every rounded sail distent like a cherub’s cheek, and every rope and -stay humming a merry tune. Least of all in number are those who can -enjoy a perfect calm. Indeed, in these bustling, strenuous days of -ours opportunities of so doing are daily becoming fewer. The panting -steamship tears up the silken veil of the slumbering sea like some -envious monster in a garden of sleep making havoc of its beauty. -She makes her own wind by her swift thrust through the restful -atmosphere, although there be in reality none astir even sufficient -to ruffle the shining surface before her. - -Still, the fact must not be overlooked that many sea-farers do -verily enjoy to the full all sea-sights and sea-sounds, but of their -pleasures they cannot speak. Deep silent content is theirs, a perfect -complacency of delight that length of acquaintanceship only makes -richer and more satisfying, until, as the very structure of the -Stradivarius is saturated with music, so the mariner’s whole being -absorbs, and becomes imbued with, the magic of wind and wave. This -incommunicable joy a monarch might well envy its possessor, for it is -independent of environment, so that although the seafarer may grow -old and feeble, be far away from his well-beloved sea, even blind -and deaf, yet within his soul will still vibrate those resounding -harmonies, and with inward eyes he can feast a farther-reaching -vision than ever over those glorious fenceless fields. - -The voices of the sea are many, but their speech is one. Naturally, -perhaps, the thought turns first to the tremendous chorus uplifted -in the hurricane, that swells and swells until even the tropical -thunder’s deafening cannonade is unheard, drowned deep beneath the -exultant flood of song poured forth by the rejoicing sea. Many -epithets have been chosen to characterise the storm-song of the -ocean. None of them can ever hope to satisfy completely, for all must -bear some definite reflex of the minds of their utterers, according -as they have been impressed by their experiences or imaginings. But -to my mind most of the terms used are out of place and misleading. -They generally endeavour to describe the tempestuous sea as a -ravenous monster, a howling destroyer of unthinking ferocity, and -the like. Alas, it is very natural so to do. For when this feeble -frame must needs confront the resounding main in the plenitude of -its power, our mortal part must perforce feel and acknowledge its -insignificance, must dwindle and shake with fear, although that part -of us which is akin to the Infinite may vainly desire to rejoice with -all seas and floods that praise Him and magnify Him for ever. Not -in the presence of ocean shouting his hymn of praise may we satisfy -our desire to join in the triumphant lay, although we know how full -of benefits to our race are the forces made vocal in that majestic -Lobgesang. As the all-conquering flood of sound, with a volume as -if God were smiting the sapphire globe of the universe, rolls on, -we may hear the cry, “Life and strength and joy do I bring. Before -my resistless march darkness, disease, and death must flee. When -beneath my reverberating chariot-wheels man is overwhelmed, not mine -the blame. I do but fulfil mine appointed way, scattering health, -refreshment, and well-being over every living thing.” - -But when as yet the sky is serene above and the surface of the -slumbering depths is just ruffled by a gentle air, there may often -be heard another voice, as if some gigantic orchestra in another -star was preparing for the signal to burst forth into such music -as belongs not to our little planet. Fitful wailing notes in many -keys, long sustained and all minor, encompass the voyager without -and within. Now high, now low, but ever tending to deepen and -become more massive in tone, this unearthly symphony is full of -warning. It bids the watchful seaman make ready against the advent -of the fast approaching storm, that, still some hundreds of leagues -distant, is sending its pursuivants before its face. Nor are these -spirit-stirring chords due to the harp-like obstruction offered by -the web of rigging spread about the masts of a ship to the rising -wind. It may be heard even more definitely in an open boat far from -any ship or shore, although there, perhaps because of the great -loneliness of the situation, it always seems to take a tone of -deeper melancholy, as if in sympathy with the helplessness of the -human creatures thus isolated from their fellows. It belongs, almost -exclusively, to the extra-tropical regions where storms are many. And -within a certain compass, its intimates find little variation of its -scale. Always beginning in the treble clef and by regular melodic -waves gradually descending until with the incidence of the storm it -blends into the grand triumphal march spoken of before. But when it -is heard within the tropics let the mariner beware. None can ever -mistake its weird lament, sharpening every little while into a shrill -scream as if impatient that its warning should be heeded without -delay. It searches the very marrow of the bones, and beasts as well -as men look up and are much afraid. For it is the precursor of the -hurricane, before which the bravest seaman blanches, when sea and sky -seem to meet and mingle, the waters that are above the firmament with -the waters that are under the firmament, as in the days before God -said “Let there be light.” - -Far different again is the cheerful voice of the Trade wind over the -laughing happy sea of those pleasant latitudes. No note of sadness -or melancholy is to be detected there. Brisk and bright, confident -and gay, it bids the sailor be glad in his life. Bids him mark anew -how beautiful is the bright blue sea, how snowy are the billowy -clouds piled peacefully around the horizon, while between them and -the glittering edge of the vast circle shows a tender band of greyish -green of a lucent clearness that lets the rising stars peep through -as soon as they are above the horizon. Overhead through all the -infinite fleckless dome eddy the friendly tones. Yet so diffused are -they, so vast in their area that if one listen for them he cannot -hear aright--they must be felt rather than heard. Well may their -song be of content and good cheer. For they course about their -ordained orbits as the healthful life tides through the human body, -keeping sweet all adjacent shores and preventing by their beneficent -agitation a baleful stagnation of the sea. By day the golden sun -soars on his splendid road from horizon to zenith until he casts no -shadow, and all the air quivers with living light, then in stately -grandeur sinks through the pure serenity of that perfect scene, the -guardian cumuli clustering round his goal melting apart so that, -visible to the last of his blazing verge, he may go as he came, -unshadowed by haze or cloud. Then, as the radiant train of lovely -rays fade reluctantly from the blue concave above, all the untellable -splendours of the night come forth in their changeless order, their -scintillating lustre undimmed by the filmiest veil of haze. One -incandescent constellation after another is revealed until, as the -last faint sheen of the departing day disappears from the western -horizon, the double girdle of the galaxy is flung across the darkling -dome in all its wondrous beauty. And unceasingly through all the -succeeding beauties of the day and night that flood of happy harmony -rolls on. - -How shall I speak of the voice of the calm? How describe that sound -which mortal ear cannot hear? The pen of the inspired writers alone -might successfully undertake such a task, so closely in touch as they -were with the Master Mind. “When the morning stars sang together, and -all the Sons of God shouted for joy.” Something akin to this sublime -daring of language is needed to convey a just idea of what floods -the soul when alone upon the face of the deep in a perfect calm. The -scale of that heavenly harmony is out of our range. We can only by -some subtle alchemy of the brain distil from that celestial silence -the voices of angels and archangels and all the glorious company of -heaven. Between us and them is but a step, but it is the threshold -of the timeless dimension. Again and again I have seen men, racked -through and through with a very agony of delight, dash aside the -thralls that held them, sometimes with passionate tears, more often -with raging words that grated harshly upon the velvet stillness. They -felt the burden of the flesh grievous, since it shut them out from -what they dimly felt must be bliss unutterable, not to be contained -in any earthen vessel. On land a thousand things, even in a desert, -distract the attention, loose the mind’s tension even when utterly -alone. But at sea, the centre of one vast glassy circle, shut in on -every hand by a perfect demi-globe as flawless as the mirror whereon -you float, with even the softest undulation imperceptible, and no -more motion of the atmosphere than there is in a perfect vacuum, -there is absolutely nothing to come between the Soul of Man and the -Infinite Silences of Creation. There and there only is it possible -to realise what underlies that mighty line, “There was silence in -Heaven for the space of half-an-hour.” Few indeed are the men, -however rough and unthinking, that are not quieted and impressed by -the marvel of a perfect calm. But the tension is too great to be -borne long with patience. Men feel that this majestic environment is -too redolent of the coming paradise to be supportable by flesh and -blood. They long with intense desire for a breeze, for motion, for a -change of any sort. So much so that long-continued calm is dreaded -by seamen more than any other phase of sea-experience. And yet it is -for a time lovely beyond description, soothing the jarring nerves and -solemnising every faculty as if one were to be shut in before the -Shekinah in the Holy of Holies. It is like the Peace of God. - -Thus far I have feebly attempted to deal with some of the sea-voices -untinctured by any contact with the land. But although the -interposition of rock and beach, cliff and sand-bank introduces -fresh changes with every variation of weather, new combinations of -sound that do not belong solely to the sea, any description of the -sea-music that should take no account of them would be manifestly -one-sided and incomplete. And yet the mutabilities are so many, the -gamut is so extended that it is impossible to do more than just take -a passing note of a few characteristic impressions. For every lonely -reef, every steep-to shore has an infinite variety of responses that -it gives back to the besieging waves. Some of them are terrible -beyond the power of words to convey. When the sailor in a crippled -craft, his reckoning unreliable, and his vigour almost gone by a -long-sustained struggle with the storm, hears to leeward the crashing -impact of mountainous waves against the towering buttresses of -granite protecting a sea-beset land, it is to him a veritable knell -of doom. Or when through the close-drawn curtains of fog comes the -hissing tumult of breaking seas over an invisible bank, interpolated -with the hoarse bellowing of the advancing flood checked in its free -onward sweep, bold and high indeed must be the courage that does not -fail. The lonely lighthouse-keeper on the Bishop Rock during the -utmost stress of an Atlantic gale notes with quickening pulse the -change of tone as the oncoming sea, rolling in from freedom, first -feels beneath it the outlying skirts of the solitary mountain. Nearer -and deeper and fiercer it roars until, with a shock that makes the -deep-rooted foundations of the rocks tremble, and the marvellous -fabric of dovetailed stone sway like a giant tree, it breaks, hurling -its crest high through the flying spindrift over the very finial of -the faithful tower. - -But on the other hand, on some golden afternoon among the sunny -islands of summer seas, hear the soft soothing murmur of the gliding -swell upon the slumbering shore. It fills the mind with rest. Sweeter -than lowest lullaby, it comforts and composes, and even in dreams it -laps the sleeper in Elysium. The charm of that music is chief among -all the influences that bind the memory to those Enchanted Isles. It -returns again and again under sterner skies, filling the heart with -almost passionate longing to hear it, to feel it in all its mystery -once again. Still when all has been said, every dweller on the -sea-shore knows the voice of his own coast best. For him it has its -special charm, whether it shriek around ice-laden rocks, roar against -iron-bound cliffs, thunder over jagged reefs, or babble among fairy -islets. And yet all these many voices are but one. - - - - - THE CALLING OF CAPTAIN RAMIREZ - - -When two whale-ships meet during a cruise, if there are no signs -of whales near, an exchange of visits always takes place. The two -captains foregather on board one ship, the two chief mates on board -the other. While the officers are thus enjoying themselves, it is -usual for the boats’ crews to go forrard and while away the time as -best they can, such visitors being always welcome. This practice -is called “gamming,” and is fruitful of some of the queerest yarns -imaginable, as these sea-wanderers ransack their memories for tales -wherewith to make the time pass pleasantly. - -On the occasion of which I am writing, our ship had met the _Coral_ -of Martha’s Vineyard off Nieuwe, and gamming had set in immediately. -One of the group among whom I sat was a sturdy little native of Guam, -in the Ladrone Islands, the picture of good-humour, but as ugly as -a Joss. Being called upon for a song, he laughingly excused himself -on the ground that his songs were calculated to give a white man -collywobbles; but if we didn’t mind he would spin a “cuffer” (yarn) -instead. Carried unanimously--and we lit fresh pipes as we composed -ourselves to hear of “The Calling of Captain Ramirez.” I reproduce -the story in a slightly more intelligible form than I heard it, -the mixture of Spanish, Kanaka, &c., being a gibberish not to be -understood by any but those who have lived among the polyglot crowd -in a whaler. - -“About fifteen years ago now, as near as I can reckon (for we don’t -keep much account of time except we’re on monthly wage), I was -cruising the Kingsmills in the old _Salem_, Captain Ramirez. They -told me her name meant ‘Peace,’ and that may be; but if so, all I can -say is that never was a ship worse named. Why, there wasn’t ever any -peace aboard of her. Quiet there was, when the old man was asleep, -for nobody wanted him wakened; but peace--well, I tell ye, boys, she -was jest hell afloat. I’ve been fishing now a good many years in -Yankee spouters, and there’s some blood-boats among ’em, but never -was I so unlucky as when I first set foot aboard the _Salem_. Skipper -was a Portugee from Flores, come over to the States as a nipper and -brung up in Rhode Island. Don’t know and don’t care how he got to be -skipper, but I guess Jemmy Squarefoot was his schoolmaster, for some -of his tricks wouldn’t, couldn’t, have been thought of anywheres else -but down below. I ain’t a-goin’ to make ye all miserable by telling -you how he hazed us round and starved us and tortured us, but you -can let your imagination loose if you want to, and then you won’t -overhaul the facts of his daily amusements. - -“Well, I’d been with him about a year when, as I said at first, we -was cruising the Kingsmills, never going too close in, because at -that time the natives were very savage, always fighting with each -other, but very glad of the chance to go for a ship and kill and eat -all hands. Then again we had some Kanakas aboard, and the skipper -knew that if they got half a chance they would be overboard and off -to the shore. - -“Sperm whales were very plentiful, in fact they had been so all -the cruise, which was another proof to all of us who the skipper -was in co. with, for in nearly every ship we gammed the crowd were -heart-broken at their bad luck. However, we’d only been a few days on -the ground when one morning we lowered for a thundering big school -of middling-size whales. We sailed in full butt, and all boats got -fast. But no sooner was a strain put on the lines than they all -parted like as if they was burnt. Nobody there ever seen or heard of -such a thing before. It fairly scared us all, for we thought it was -witchcraft, and some of ’em said the skipper’s time was up and his -boss was rounding on him. Well, we bent on again, second irons, as -the whales were all running anyhow, not trying to get away, and we -all got fast again. ’Twas no good at all; all parted just the same -as before. Well, we was about the worst gallied lot of men you ever -see. We was that close to the ship that we knew the old man could see -with his glasses everything that was going on. Every one of us knew -just about how he was bearing it, but what could we do? Well, boys, -we didn’t have much time to serlilerquise, for before you could say -‘knife’ here he comes, jumping, howling mad. Right in among us he -busted, and oh! he did look like his old father Satan on the rampage. -He was in the bow of his boat, and he let drive at the first whale -he ran up against. Down went the fish and pop went the line same as -before. Well, I’ve seen folks get mad more’n a little, but never in -all my fishing did ever I see anything like he showed us then. I -thought he’d a sploded all into little pieces. He snatched off his -hat and tore it into ribbons with his teeth; the rattle of Portugee -blasphemion was like our old mincing-machine going full kelter, and -the foam flew from between his teeth like soapsuds. - -“Suddenly he cooled down, all in a minute like, and said very quiet, -‘All aboard.’ We were all pretty well prepared for the worst by this -time, but I do think we liked him less now than we did when he was -ramping around--he looked a sight more dangerous. However, we obeyed -orders smart, as usual, but he was aboard first. My! how that boat of -his just flew. ’Twas like a race for life. - -“We were no sooner on board than we hoisted boats and made them fast. -Then the skipper yelled, ‘All hands lay aft.’ Aft we come prompt, -and ranged ourselves across the quarter-deck in front of where he -was prowling back and forth like a breeding tigress. As soon as we -were all aft he stopped, facing us, and spoke. ‘Somebody aboard this -ship’s been trying to work a jolt off on me by pisonin’ my lines. Now -I want that man, so’s I can kill him, slow; ’n I’m going to have him -too ’thout waiting too long. Now _I_ think this ship’s been too easy -a berth for all of you, but from this out until I have my rights on -the man I want she’s agoing to be a patent hell. Make up yer mines -quick, fer I tell yer no ship’s crew ever suffered what you’re agoin’ -to suffer till I get that man under my hands. Now go.’ - -“When we got forrard we found the fo’c’s’le scuttle screwed up so’s -we couldn’t get below. There was no shelter on deck from the blazing -sun, the hatches was battened so we couldn’t get into the fore-hold, -so we had to just bear it. One man went aft to the scuttle butt for -a drink of water, and found the spigot gone. The skipper saw him, -and says to him, ‘You’ll fine plenty to drink in the bar’l forrard,’ -and you know the sort of liquor _that’s_ full of. Some of us flung -ourselves down on deck, being dog tired as well as hungry and -thirsty, but he was forrard in a minute with both his shooting-irons -cocked. ‘Up, ye spawn, ’n git some exercise; ye’r gettin’ too fat ’n -lazy,’ says he. So we trudged about praying that he might drop dead, -but none of us willing as yet to face certain death by defying him. -The blessed night came at last, and we were able to get a little -rest, he having gone below, and the officers, though willing enough -to keep in with him at our expense, not being bad enough to drive -us all night unless he was around to see it done. Along about eight -bells came the steward, with a biscuit apiece for us and a bucket of -water--about half a pint each. We were so starved and thirsty that -the bite and sup was a godsend. What made things worse for us was -the suspicion we had one of the other. As I said, we was, as usual, a -mixed crowd and ready to sell one another for a trifle. He knew that, -curse him, and reckoned with considerable certainty on getting hold -of the victim he wanted. Well, the night passed somehow, and when -morning came he was around again making us work, scouring iron-work -bright, holy-stoning decks, scrubbing overside, as if our very lives -depended on the jobs being done full pelt. - -“We was drawing in pretty close to a small group of islands, closer -than we had been yet in those waters, and we all wondered what was in -the wind. Suddenly he gave orders to back the mainyard and have the -dinghy lowered. She was a tiny tub of a craft, such as I never saw -carried in a whaler before, only about big enough for three. A little -Scotchman and myself was ordered into her, then to our amazement the -old man got in, shoved off, and headed her for the opening through -the reef surrounding the biggest island of the group. It was fairly -well wooded with cocoa-nut trees and low bushes, while, unlike any -of the other islets, there were several big rocks showing up through -the vegetation in the middle of it. We weren’t long getting to the -beach, where we jumped out and ran her up a piece so’s he could step -out dry. We waited for a minute or two while he sat thinking, and -looking straight ahead of him at nothing. Presently he jumped out -and said to me, ‘Come,’ and to Sandy, ‘Stay here.’ Off he went up -the beach and straight into the little wood, just as if somebody -was calling him and he had to go. Apparently there wasn’t a living -soul on the whole island except just us three. We had only got a -few yards into the bush when we came to a little dip in the ground: -a sort of valley. Just as we got to the bottom, we suddenly found -ourselves in the grip of two Kanakas, the one that had hold of the -skipper being the biggest man I ever saw. I made one wriggle, but my -man, who was holding my two arms behind my back, gave them a twist -that nearly wrenched them out of their sockets and quieted me good. -As for the skipper, he was trying to call or speak, but although his -mouth worked no sound came, and he looked like death. The giant that -had him flung him on his face and lashed his wrists behind him with -a bit of native fish-line, then served his ankles the same. I was -tied next, but not so cruel as the skipper, indeed they didn’t seem -to want to hurt me. The two Kanakas now had a sort of a consultation -by signs, neither of them speaking a word. While they was at it I -noticed the big one was horribly scarred all over his back and loins -(they was both naked except for a bit of a grass belt) as well as -crippled in his gait. Presently they ceased their dumb motions and -came over to me. The big one opened his mouth and pointed to where -his tongue had been, also to his right eye-socket, which was empty. -Then he touched the big white scars on his body, and finally pointed -to the skipper. Whole books couldn’t have explained his meaning -better than I understood it then. But what was coming? I declare I -didn’t feel glad a bit at the thought that Captain Ramirez was going -to get his deserts at last. - -“Suddenly the giant histed the skipper on his shoulder as if he had -been a baby, and strode off across the valley towards the massive -heap of rocks, followed by his comrade and myself. We turned sharply -round a sort of gate, composed of three or four huge coral blocks -balanced upon each other, and entered a grotto or cave with a -descending floor. Over the pieces of rock with which the ground was -strewed we stumbled onward in the dim light until we entered water -and splashed on through it for some distance. Then, our eyes being -by this time used to the darkness, the general features of the place -could be made out. Communication with the sea was evident, for the -signs of high-water mark could be seen on the walls of the cave just -above our heads. For a minute or so we remained perfectly still in -the midst of that dead silence, so deep that I fancied I could hear -the shell-fish crawling on the bottom. Then I was brought a few paces -nearer the Captain, as he hung upon the great Kanaka’s shoulder. -Taking my eyes from his death-like face I cast them down, and there, -almost at my feet, was one of those enormous clams such as you see -the shells of thrown up on all these beaches, big as a child’s -bath. Hardly had the horrible truth dawned on me of what was going -to happen than it took place. Lifting the skipper into an upright -position, the giant dropped him feet first between the gaping shells -of the big clam, which, the moment it felt the touch, shut them with -a smash that must have broken the skipper’s legs. An awful wail burst -from him, the first sound he had yet made. I have said he was brave, -and he was, too, although such a cruel villain, but now he broke down -and begged hard for life. It may have been that the Kanakas were deaf -as well as dumb; at any rate, for all sign of hearing they showed, -they were. He appealed to me, but I was as helpless as he, and my -turn was apparently now to come. But evidently the Kanakas were only -carrying out what they considered to be payment of a due debt, for -after looking at him fixedly for awhile, during which I felt the -water rising round my knees, they turned their backs on him and led -me away. I was glad to go, for his shrieks and prayers were awful to -hear, and I couldn’t do anything. - -“They led me to where they had first caught us, made me fast to a -tree, and left me. Overcome with fatigue and hunger I must have -fainted, for when I come to I found myself loose, lying on the sand, -and two or three of my shipmates attending to me. As soon as I was -able to speak they asked me what had become of the skipper. Then it -all rushed back on me at once, and I told them the dreadful story. -They heard me in utter silence, the mate saying at last, ‘Wall, -sonny, it’s a good job fer yew the Kanakers made ye fast, or yew’d -have had a job ter clear yersef of murder.’ And so I thought now. -However, as soon as I was a bit rested and had something to eat, I -led them to the cave, keeping a bright look-out meanwhile for a -possible attack by the Kanakas. None appeared though, and the tide -having fallen again we had no difficulty in finding the skipper. All -that was left of him, that is, for the sea-scavengers had been busy -with him, so that he was a sight to remember with a crawling at your -stomach till your dying day. He was still fast in the grip of the -clam, so it was decided to leave him there and get on board again at -once. - -“We did so unmolested, getting sail on the ship as soon as we reached -her, so as to lose sight of that infernal spot. But it’s no use -denying the fact that we all felt glad the skipper was dead; some -rejoiced at the manner of his death, although none could understand -who called him ashore or why he obeyed. Those who had whispered the -theory of the finish of his contract with Jemmy Squarefoot chuckled -at their prescience, as fully justified by the sequel, declaring that -the big Kanaka whom I had seen was none other than Satan himself come -for his bargain. - -“Matters went on now in quite a different fashion. The relief was so -great that we hardly knew ourselves for the same men, and it affected -all hands alike, fore and aft. The secret of the breaking line was -discovered when Mr. Peck, the mate, took the skipper’s berth over. -In a locker beneath the bunk he found the pieces of a big bottle, -what they call a ‘carboy,’ I think, and in hunting up the why of -this a leakage through the deck was found into the store-room where -the cordage was kept. Only two other coils were affected by the -stuff that had run down, and of course they were useless, but the -rest of the stock was all right. Now, I don’t know what it was, nor -how it came there, nor any more about it, and if you ain’t tired of -listening I’m mighty tired of talking. Pass that ‘switchel’[1] this -way.” - - -[1] A drink of molasses, vinegar, and water. - - - - - MARATHON OF THE SEALS - - -Far beyond the roaring track of the homeward-bound merchantman, -lie in the South Pacific the grim clusters of salt-whitened isles -marked on the chart as the South Shetlands. Many years have come -and gone since their hungry shores were busy with the labours of -the sealers, that, disdainful of the terrors of snow-laden gale and -spindrift-burdened air, toiled amid the Antarctic weather to fill -their holds with the garments of the sea-folk. Then, after perils -incredible, the adventurers would return to port, and waste in a week -of debauch the fruit of their toil, utterly forgetful of crashing -floe or hissing sea, frozen limbs or wrenching hunger pains. When all -was spent they would return, resolutely forgetting their folly and -wreaking upon the innocent seal all the rage of regret that _would_ -rise within them. They spared none--bull, cow, and calf alike were -slain, as if in pure lust of slaughter, until the helplessness of -utter fatigue compelled them to desist and snatch an interval of -death-like sleep, oblivious of all the grinding bitterness of their -surroundings. Life was held cheap among them, a consequence, not to -be wondered at, of its hardness and the want of all those things that -make life desirable. And yet the stern existence had its own strong -fascination for those who had become inured to it. Few of them -ever gave it up voluntarily, ending their stormy life-struggle in -some sudden ghastly fashion and being almost immediately forgotten. -Occasionally some sorely-maimed man would survive the horrors of -his disablement, lying in the fetid forecastle in sullen endurance -until the vessel reached a port whence he could be transferred to -civilisation. But these unhappy men fretted grievously for the -vast openness of the Antarctic, the gnashing of the ice-fangs upon -the black rocks, the unsatisfied roar of the western gale, and the -ceaseless combat with the relentless sea. - -Many years came and went while the Southern sealer plied his trade, -until at last none of the reckless skippers could longer disguise -from themselves the fact that their harvest fields were rapidly -becoming completely barren. Few and far between were the islets -frequented by the seals, the majority of the old grounds being -quite abandoned. One by one the dejected fishermen gave up the -attempt, until in due time those gaunt fastnesses resumed their -primitive loneliness. The long, long tempest roared questioningly -over the deserted islands, as if calling for its vanished children, -and refusing to be comforted because they were not. Years passed -in solitude, but for the busy sea-fowl, who, because they had no -commercial value, were left unmolested to eat their fill of the -sea’s rich harvest, and rear among the bleak rock-crannies their -fluffy broods. At last, out of the midst of a blinding smother of -snow, there appeared one day off the most southerly outlier of the -South Shetlands a little group of round velvety heads staring with -wide, humid eyes at the surf-lashed fortresses of the shore. Long -and warily they reconnoitred, for although many generations had -passed since their kind had been driven from those seas, the memory -of those pitiless days had been so steadily transmitted through the -race that it had become a part of themselves, an instinct infallible -as any other they possessed. No enemy appearing, they gradually drew -nearer and nearer, until their leader, a fine bull seal of four -seasons, took his courage in both flippers and mounted the most -promising slope, emerging from the foaming breakers majestically, and -immediately becoming a hirpling heap of clumsiness that apparently -bore no likeness to the graceful, agile creature of a few moments -before. Obediently his flock followed him until they reached a -little patch of hard smooth sand sheltered by a semi-circle of great -wave-worn boulders, and admirably suited to their purpose. Here, with -sleepless vigilance of sentinels, they rested, rather brokenly at -first, as every incursion of the indignant sea-fowl startled them, -but presently subsiding into ungainly attitudes of slumber. - -Whence they had come was as great a mystery as all the deep-water -ways of the sea-people must ever be to man, or how many -halting-places they must have visited and rejected at the bidding -of their unerring instinct warning them that the arch-destroyers’ -visits were to be feared. However, they soon made themselves at home, -fattening marvellously upon the innumerable multitudes of fish that -swarmed around the bases of those barren islands, and between whiles -basking in the transient sun-gleams that occasionally touched the -desolate land with streaks of palest gold. And as time went on, being -unmolested in their domestic arrangements, the coming generation -tumbled about the rugged shore in those pretty gambols that all young -things love, learning steadily withal to take their appointed places -in the adult ranks as soon as they had proved their capability so -to do. Thus uneventfully and happily passed the seasons until the -little party of colonists had grown to be a goodly herd, with leaders -of mighty prowess, qualified to hold their own against any of their -kind, and inured to combat by their constantly recurring battles with -each other, their love affairs, in which they fought with a fury -astonishing to witness. - -But one bright spring morning, when after a full meal the females -were all dozing peacefully among the boulders, and the pups were -gleefully waddling and tumbling among them, there came a message from -the sea to the fighting males, who instantly suspended their family -battles to attend to the urgent call. How the news came they alone -knew, its exact significance was hidden even from them, but a sense -of imminent danger was upon them all. The females called up their -young and retreated farther inland among the labyrinth of rocky peaks -that made the place almost impossible for human travel. The males, -about forty of them, ranged uneasily along the shore, their wide -nostrils dilated and their whiskers bristling with apprehension. -Ever and anon they would pause in their watchful patrol and couch -silently as if carved in marble, staring seaward with unwinking eyes -at the turbulent expanse of broken sea. Presently, within a cable’s -length of the shore, up rose an awful head--the enemy had arrived. -Another and another appeared until a whole herd of several scores -of sea-elephants were massed along the land edge and beginning to -climb ponderously over the jagged pinnacles shoreward. Not only did -they outnumber the seals by about four to one, but each of them was -equal in bulk to half-a-dozen of the largest of the defenders. Huge -as the great land mammal from whom they take their trivial name, -ferocious in their aspect, as they inflated their short trunks and -bared their big gleaming teeth, they hardly deigned to notice the -gallant band of warriors who faced them. Straight upward they came as -if the outlying rocks had suddenly been endowed with life and were -shapelessly invading the dry land. But never an inch did the little -company of defenders give back. With every head turned to the foe -and every sinew tense with expectation they waited, waited until at -last the two forces met. Such was the shock of their impact that one -would have thought the solid earth trembled beneath them, and for -a while in that writhing, groaning, roaring mass nothing could be -clearly distinguished. Presently, however, it could be seen that the -lighter, warier seals were fighting upon a definite plan, and that -they carefully avoided the danger of being overwhelmed under the -unwieldy masses of their enemies. While the huge elephants hampered -each other sorely, and often set their terrible jaws into a comrade’s -neck, shearing through blubber and sinew and bone, the nimbler seals -hung on the outskirts of the heavy leviathans and wasted no bite. -But the odds were tremendous. One after another of the desperately -fighting seals fell crushed beneath a mammoth many times his size; -again and again a fiercely struggling defender, jammed between two -gigantic assailants, found his head between the jaws of one of them, -who would instantly crush it into pulp. Still they fought on wearily -but unflinchingly until only six remained alive. Then, as suddenly as -if by some instant agreement, hostilities ceased. The remnant of the -invaders crawled heavily seaward, leaving the rugged battle-ground -piled mountainously with their dead. The survivors sank exhausted -where they had fought such a memorable fight, and slept securely, -knowing well that their home was safe, the enemy would return no -more. And the rejoicing, ravenous birds came in their countless hosts -to feast upon the slain. - - - - - OCEAN CURRENTS - - -So mysterious are all the physical phenomena of the sea that it is, -perhaps, hardly possible to say of any particular one that it is -more wonderful than the rest. And yet one is sorely tempted thus -to distinguish when meditating upon the movements of the almost -inconceivable mass of water which goes to make up that major portion -of the external superficies of our planet which we call “the sea.” -In spite of all the labours of investigators, notwithstanding all -the care and patience which science has bestowed upon oceanography, -it is nevertheless true that, except in a few broad instances, the -direction, the rate, and the dependability of ocean currents still -remain a profound mystery. Nor should this excite any wonder. If we -remember how great is the influence over the sea possessed by the -winds, how slight an alteration in the specific gravity of water is -sufficient to disturb its equilibrium and cause masses hundreds of -square miles in area to exchange levels with the surrounding ocean, -we shall at once admit that, except in those few instances hinted -at which may be referred to constant causes, ocean currents must -of necessity be still among the phenomena whose operations cannot -be reckoned upon with any certainty, but must be watched for and -guarded against with the most jealous care by those who do business -in great waters. - -Perhaps one of the commonest of the many errors made in speaking of -marine things is that of confounding current with tide. Now tide, -though a variable feature of the circulation of the waters near land, -is fairly dependable. That is to say, the navigator may calculate by -means of the moon’s age and the latitude of the place not only the -time of high water, but knowing the mean height at full and change -of the moon, he may and does ascertain to what height the water will -rise, or how low it will fall at a certain place on a given date. -True, a heavy gale of wind blowing steadily in or against the same -direction of the ebbing or flowing tide will accelerate or retard, -raise or depress, that tide at the time; but these aberrations, -though most unpleasant oftentimes to riparian householders, are -rarely of much hindrance or danger to navigation. This cannot be said -of the currents of the sea. The tides have their limits assigned -to them both inland and off-shore, although in the latter case it -is almost impossible to tell exactly where their influence becomes -merged in the vaster sway of the ocean currents, with all their -unforeseen developments. The limits of tidal waters in rivers, on the -other hand, being well under observation at all times, may be and are -determined with the greatest exactitude. - -With regard to the few instances of dependability among ocean -currents, the first place will undoubtedly by common consent be given -to the Gulf Stream. Owing its existence primarily to the revolution -of the earth upon its axis, its outflow through the tortuous channel -connecting the Gulf of Florida with the North Atlantic is more -constant and steady in direction than any ebbing or flowing tide -in the world, inasmuch as its “set” is invariably upon one course. -Its rate is not so uniform, varying somewhat with the season, but -in the narrowest part of the channel remaining fairly constant at -about four knots an hour. Yet sail but a few score leagues into the -Florida Gulf whence this great river in the sea takes its apparent -rise, and its influence disappears! The mariner may seek there in -vain for that swift, silent flow which in the Straits of Florida -sweeps him north-eastward irresistibly in the teeth of the strongest -gale. What has happened? Does the mighty stream drain westward -into that great land-locked sea by hundreds of channels from the -Equatorial regions, but far below the surface, and, obeying some -all-compelling impulse, rise to the light upon reaching the Bahama -Banks, pouring out its beneficent flood as it comes at the rate of -a hundred miles per day? It sweeps into the broad Atlantic, and -immediately spreads out into a breadth to which the Amazon is but a -brooklet, losing its velocity meanwhile, until, having skirted the -North American coast as far as the Grand Banks, it rolls in sublime -grandeur eastward towards these “fortunate isles.” As it does so -the mystery attendant upon it deepens. Its balmy presence cannot be -mistaken, for the air on either side of it may be piercing in its -keenness, while immediately above it there is summer. A gale blowing -at right angles to its course will raise that terrible combination -of waves which gives alike to the “Western Ocean” and the “pitch of -the Cape” their evil reputation as the most dangerous in the world; -and yet who among navigators has ever been able to determine what, -if any, rate of speed it has in mid-Atlantic? Look through hundreds -of log-books kept on board ships that are, perhaps, more carefully -navigated than any others, the North Atlantic liners, and you shall -not find a trace of the Gulf Stream “set” mentioned. In order to make -this clear, it should be said that in all properly navigated ships -the course steered and the speed made are carefully noted throughout -the twenty-four hours; and this course, with distance run, calculated -from the position accurately fixed by observation of the celestial -bodies at the previous noon, gives the ship’s position by “dead -reckoning.” The ship’s position being also found by the celestial -bodies at the same time, the difference between the latter and the -“dead reckoning” position should give the “set” and direction of -the current for the twenty-four hours. And in vessels so carefully -steered, and whose speed is so accurately known, as the great liners -are, such current data are as trustworthy as any nautical data can -be. But according to the records kept by these able navigators, there -is no current setting eastward across the North Atlantic. Perhaps the -explanation is that it is so very sluggish as to be unnoticeable, for -those dreadful monuments of misfortune to themselves and others, the -derelict ships, have been known to drift completely backwards and -forwards across the Atlantic, finding not only a current to carry -them eastward, but its counter-current to carry them back again. - -But who among us with the slightest smattering of physiography is -there that is not assured that but for the genial warmth of this -mighty silent sea-river our islands would revert to their condition -at the glacial epoch; who is there but feels a shiver of dread pass -over his scalp when he contemplates the possibility of any diversion -of its life-giving waters from our shores? The bare suggestion of -such a calamity is most terrifying. - -As steady and reliable in its operations is the great Equatorial -current which, sweeping along the Line from east to westward, is -doubtless the fountain and origin of the Gulf Stream, although its -operations among that ring of islands guarding the entrance to the -Mexican Gulf are involved in such obscurity that none may trace -them out. And going farther south, we find the Agulhas current, -beloved of homeward-bound sailing-ships round the Cape of Good Hope, -pursuing its even, resistless course around the Southern Horn of -Africa changelessly throughout the years. How its stubborn flow -frets the stormy Southern Sea! No wonder that the early navigators -doubling the Cape outward-bound, and fearing to go south, believed -that some unthinkable demon held sway over those wild waves. The -passage of Cape Horn from east to west holds the bad eminence to-day -among seafarers of being the most difficult in the world, but what -the outward passage around the Cape of Storms must have been before -men learned that it was possible to avoid the stream of the Agulhas -current by going a few degrees south we of these later days can only -imagine. What becomes of the Agulhas current when once it has poured -its volume of Indian Ocean waters into the Atlantic? Does it sink -below the surface some hundreds of fathoms, and silently, smoothly, -glide south to the confines of the Antarctic ice barrier, or does it -wander northward into warmer regions? In any case, it fulfils the -one grand function of all currents, whether of air or water--the -avoidance of stagnation, the circulation of health among the nations -of the earth. - -Coming northward in the Pacific, let us note the counterpart of -the Gulf Stream, the Kuro Siwo, or Black River of Japan, with the -multitudinous isles of the East Indian Archipelago for its Caribbean -Sea, and Nippon for its British Isles. It is, however, but a poor -competitor in benevolence with our own Gulf Stream, as all those who -know their Japan in winter can testify. Others there are that might -be noted and classified if this aimed at being a scientific article, -but these will suffice. These are surely wide fields enough for the -imagination to rove in, wonderful depths of energy in plenty wherein -the reverent and thoughtful mind may find all-sufficient food for -its workings. Remembering that the known is but the fringe of the -unknown, and that the secrets of the ocean are so well kept that -man’s hand shall never fully tear aside the veil, we may patiently -ponder and wonder. That great sea of the ancients beyond whose -portals, according to their wisdom, lay Cimmerian darkness--what -keeps its almost tideless waters sweet? Unseen currents enter and -leave by the Pillars of Hercules at differing levels, and could we -but penetrate those dim regions we should doubtless find the ingress -and egress of that incalculable mass of water proceeding continually, -the one above the other, renewing from the exhaustless stores of the -Atlantic the staleness of the great midland lake, itself apparently -remaining in unchanging level. - -But when all these great well-known movements of the ocean have -been considered, there still remain an infinite number of minor -divagations influenced by who knows what hidden causes. The -submarine upheavals of central heat, when from out of her glowing -entrails the old earth casts incandescent stores of lava, raising -the superincumbent mass of water for many square miles almost to -boiling-point--who can estimate the effect that these throes have -upon the trend of great areas of ocean? The almost infernal energy -of those gyrating meteors of the tropics as they rage across the -seas--how can any mind, however acute, assess the drag upon the whole -body of surface water that is manifested thereby? To say nothing of -the displacement caused by the less violent but far more frequent -stress laid upon the much-enduring sea by extra-tropical gales, -whereby the baffled mariner’s calculations are all overset, and his -ship that should be careering safely in the wide offing is suddenly -dashed in ruins upon the iron-bound shore! - -Great efforts have been made to lay down for the benefit of seafarers -a comprehensive scheme of ocean currents all over the watery surface -of the globe, but in the great majority of cases the guidance -is delusive, the advice untrustworthy, through no fault of the -compilers. They have done their best, but mean results can never -help particular needs. And so the wary mariner, as far as may be, -trusts to the old-fashioned three “L’s,”--lead, log, and look-out; -knowing full well how little reliance is to be placed in the majority -of cases upon any advice soever concerning the mystery of ocean -currents. - - - - - THE UNDYING ROMANCE OF THE SEA - - -Some of the greatest among men have spoken and written regarding the -material progress of mankind as if every new invention for shortening -distance, for economising time or labour, and increasing production -were but another step in the direction of eliminating romance from -the weary world. - -Especially has this been said of sea traffic. We are asked to believe -that in the tiny vessels of Magalhaens, the pestilential hulls -of Anson’s squadron, or the cumbrous wooden walls of Trafalgar, -there dwelt a romance which is now non-existent at sea--that the -introduction of the steam-driven ship has been fatal to a quality -which in truth belongs not at all to material things, but holds -its splendid court in the minds of men. Do they, these mourners -over departed romance, hold, then, that misery is essential to -romance? Is it essential to romantic interest at sea that because -of the smallness of the ships, their lack of healthful food, their -clumsiness of build and snail-like progress, men should suffer -horribly and die miserably? Truly, if these things are necessary in -order that romance shall flourish, we may find them still amongst us -both at sea and on land, though happily in ever lessening proportion -to an improved order of things. - -But sober consideration will surely convince us that as far as true -romance is concerned the modern ironclad warship, for instance, -need abate no jot of her claim to the three-decker of last century -or the _Great Harry_ of our infant Navy. The sight of a 15,000-ton -battleship cleared for action and silently dividing the ancient sea -in her swift rush to meet the foe, not a man visible anywhere about -her, but all grim, adamantine, and awe-inspiring--in what is she -less romantic than the _Victory_ under all canvas breaking the line -at Trafalgar? As an incentive to the exercise of the imagination, -the ironclad certainly claims first place. Like some fire-breathing -dragon of ancient fable she comes, apparently by her own volition, -armed with powers of destruction overtopping all the efforts of -ancient story-tellers. Yet to the initiated she is more wonderful, -more terror-striking, than to the unknowing observer. For the former -pierce with the eye of knowledge her black walls of steel, and see -within them hundreds of quiet, self-possessed men standing calmly by -gun-breech, ammunition-hoist, fire-hose, and hospital. Deep under -the water-line are scores of fiercely toiling slaves to the gigantic -force that actuates the whole mass. Hardly recognisable as human, -sealed up in stokeholes under abnormal air pressure, the clang of -their weapons never ceases as they feed the long row of caverns -glowing white with fervent heat. All around them and beneath them -and above, clearly to be discerned through all the diabolical clamour -of engines and roaring of furnaces, is that sense of invisible -forces subdued by the hand of man, yet ferociously striving against -restraint, a sense that makes the head of the new-comer throb and -beat in sympathy until it seems as if the brain must burst its -containing bone. - -Just abaft these chambers of accumulating energy are the giants -being fed thereby. Unhappy the man who can see no romance in the -engine-room! Nothing exalting, soul-stirring, in the rhythmical race -of weariless pistons, no storm-song in their magnificent voices as -they dash round the shaft at ninety revolutions per minute. Standing -amid these modern genii, to which those of “The Thousand and One -Nights” are but puny weaklings, the sight, the senses are held -captive, fascinated by so splendid a manifestation of the combination -of skill and strength. And when unwillingly the gazer turns away, -there are the men; the grimy, greasy, sweat-stained men. Watchful, -patient, cat-like. Ready at the first hint, either from the racing -Titans themselves or from the soaring bridge away up yonder in the -night, to manipulate lever, throttle-valve, and auxiliaries as -swiftly, deftly, and certainly as the great surgeon handles his tools -in contact with the silent, living form under his hands. - -What a lesson on faith is here. Faith in the workmanship of the -complicated monsters they control, faith in one another to do -the right thing at the right moment when a mistake would mean -annihilation, faith in the watcher above who is guiding the whole -enormous mass amidst dangers seen and unseen. This, too, is no -blind faith, no mere credulity. It is born of knowledge, and the -consequences of its being misplaced must be constantly in mind in -order to insure effective service in time of disaster. It would -surely be a good thing if more poetry were written on the lines of -“McAndrew’s Hymn,” always supposing the poets could be found; greater -efforts made to acquaint us who lead comfortable lives ashore with -the everyday heroism of, the continual burnt-offering rendered by, -the engineer, fireman, and trimmer. Perhaps we might then begin to -discern dimly and faintly that so far from the romance of the sea -being destroyed by the marine engine, it has been strengthened and -added to until it is deeper and truer than ever. - -And as with the men in the bowels of the ship so with those above. -Commanding such a weapon of war as hinted at in the preceding -lines, see the central figure in his tower of steel, surrounded by -telephones, electric bells, and voice-tubes. Every portion of the -ship, with its groups of faithful, waiting men, is within reach of -his whisper. Behind him stands a man like a statue but for the brown -hands grasping the spokes of the tiny wheel which operates the 150 -horse-power engines far away in the run, which in their turn heave -the mighty steel rudder this way or that, and so guide the whole -fabric. This man in command wields a power that makes the mind reel -to consider. A scarcely perceptible touch upon a button at his side -and away speeds a torpedo; another touch, and two guns hurl 850 lbs. -of steel shell filled with high explosive to a distance of ten miles -if necessary. Obedience instant, perfect, yet intelligent is yielded -to his lightest touch, his faintest whisper. So too his subordinates, -each in their turn commanding as well as being commanded, and each -saturated with the idea that not merely obedience, but obedience -so swift as to be almost coincident with the order, is essential. -Yet above and beyond all this harmony of discipline is the man who -controls in the same perfect way the working, not only of one ship, -but of a whole fleet. He speaks, and immediately flags flutter if -by day, or electric lights scintillate if by night. Each obedient -monster replies by fulfilling his will, and the sea foams as they -swoop round each other in complicated evolutions, or scatter beyond -the horizon’s rim to seek the common enemy. It is the triumph of -discipline, organisation, and power under command. - -As it is in the Navy so it is in the Mercantile Marine. Here is a -vessel of a capacity greater than that costly experiment born out -of due time, the _Great Eastern_. Her lines are altogether lovely, -curves of beauty unexcelled by any yacht afloat. With such perfect -grace does she sit upon the sea that the mere mention of her size -conveys of it no conviction. Her decks are crowded with landward -folk, for whose benefit naval architects and engineers have been -busy devising ways and means of bridging the Atlantic. Every comfort -and convenience for the poor, every luxury for the rich, is there. -Majestically, at the stroke of the hour, she moves, commences her -journey. Amid all the hubbub of parting friends, the agony of -breaking up home bonds, the placid conductors of this floating city -attend to their work. Theirs it is to convey on scheduled time from -port to port across the trackless, unheeding ocean all this multitude -of units, each a volume of history in himself or herself of most -poignant interest could it be unfolded. And oh, the sinuous grace, -the persistent speed, the co-partnership of affinity held between -man’s newest and God’s oldest work. Its romance is beyond all power -of speech to describe. Silent, speechless marvel only can be tendered -unto it. The very regularity and order which prevails, the way in -which arrivals may be counted on, these are offences in the eyes of -some would-be defenders of romance. They are not apparently offended -at the unerring regularity of natural phenomena. How is it that -the same quality manifested by man’s handiwork in relation to the -mutable sea gives occasion of stumbling? A hard question. Not that -the mere regularity alone is worthy of admiration, but the triumph -of mind over matter, manifested as much in the grimiest little tug -crouching behind a storm-beaten headland watching, spider-like, for a -homeward-bound sailing-ship, or in the under-engined, swag-bellied -tramp creeping stolidly homeward, bearing her quota of provision for -a heedless people who would starve without her, is everywhere to be -held in admiration as fragrant with true romance, the undying romance -of the sea. - - - - - SAILORS’ PETS - - -Whether there be anything in their surroundings at sea that makes -animals more amenable to the taming process is, perhaps, not a -question to be easily answered. But one thing is certain: that -nowhere do animals become tame with greater rapidity than they do -on board ship. It does not seem to make a great deal of difference -what the animal is, whether bird or beast, carnivore or herbivore, -Jack takes it in hand with the most surprising results, evident in so -short a time that it is often difficult to believe that the subject -is not merely simulating tameness in order to exercise his powers -upon his master or masters in an unguarded moment. - -Of course, on board merchant ships the range of variety among pets -is somewhat restricted. Cats, dogs, monkeys, pigs, sheep, goats, -musk-deer, and birds (of sorts) almost exhaust the list; except among -the whale-ships, where the lack of ordinary subjects for taming lead -men to try their hand upon such queer pets as walruses, white bears, -and even seal-pups, with the usual success. Few pets on board ship -ever presented a more ungainly appearance than the walrus. Accustomed -to disport its massive bulk in the helpful wave, and only for very -brief intervals hooking itself up on to a passing ice-floe as if to -convince itself that it really is one of the amphibia, the change in -its environment to the smooth deck-planks of a ship is truly radical. -And yet it has often been known not only to survive such a change, -but to appear contented and happy therein. Its uncouth gambols with -the sailors are not to be described; but they are so funny that no -one could witness them without laughter, especially when the sage, -hoary appearance of even the most youthful walrus is remembered--and, -of course, only very young specimens could possibly be obtained -alive. But, after all, the morse has its limitations as a pet. Tamed -as it often has been, and affectionate as it undoubtedly becomes, -it never survives for a great while its privation of sea-bathing, -and to the grief of its friends generally abandons the attempt to -become permanently domesticated before the end of the season. The -white bear, on the other hand, when caught sufficiently young is -a great success as a pet, and develops a fund of quaint humour as -well as intelligence that one would certainly never suspect from the -appearance of the animal’s head. Bears are notably the humorists of -the animal kingdom, as any one may verify for himself who chooses to -watch them for a few days at the Zoological Gardens, but among them -all for pure fun commend us to _Ursa Polaris_. Perhaps to appreciate -the play of a pet white bear it is necessary to be a rough and tough -whaleman, since with the very best intentions his bearship is apt to -be a little heavy-pawed. And as when his claws grow a very slight -mistake on his part is apt to result in the permanent disfigurement -of his playmate, his days of pethood are always cut suddenly short -as he approaches full growth. Seal-pups have no such drawbacks. They -are pretty, affectionate, and domestic, while an occasional douche -of salt water from the wash-deck tub will suffice to keep them in -good health and spirits for a long time. Such favourites do they -become that it is hard to understand how the same men, who will -spend much of their scanty leisure playing with the gentle, amiable -creatures, can at a moment’s notice resume the crude barbarity of -seal-slaughtering with all its attendant horrors of detail. Apart -from his cumbrous movements on deck, the seal seems specially adapted -for a ship’s pet. He is so intelligent, so fully in touch with his -human playmates, that after a short acquaintance one ceases to be -surprised at his teachability; it is taken as a matter of course. - -Ordinary merchant ships are, as before noted, confined to a limited -range of pets. Chief among them is the harmless necessary cat, about -which the present writer has written at considerable length in a -recent number of the _Spectator_. But the cat’s quiet domesticity -never seems to take such a firm hold upon seamen’s affections as does -the livelier friendship of the dog. A dog on board ship is truly a -favoured animal. So much so that dogs will give themselves almost -as many airs and graces as the one unmarried young lady usually -does in the midst of a number of male passengers, and with much -the same results. Once, indeed, the presence of two dogs on board -of a large ship on an East Indian voyage nearly led to a mutiny. -They were both retrievers, the property of the master. But almost -from the commencement of the voyage one of them, a fine black dog, -“Sailor,” deliberately cast in his lot with the men “forrard,” where -he was petted and spoiled, if a dog can be spoiled by petting. The -other dog, a brown, dignified animal called “Neptune,” kept to the -officers’ quarters. And presently the two pets by some sort of -tacit understanding divided the deck between them, the main hatch -constituting a sort of neutral ground beyond which neither might -pass without a fight. Now, there were also some pets on board of a -totally different kind, to wit, three fine pigs, who, contrary to -the usual custom, were allowed to roam unpenned about the decks. -A fellow-feeling, perhaps, led “Sailor,” the forecastle dog, to -fraternise with the genial swine, and the antics of these queerly -assorted playmates gave many an hour’s uproarious amusement. But the -pigs loved to stray aft, far beyond their assigned limits. Whenever -they did so, but a short time would elapse before “Neptune” would -bound off the poop, and seizing the nearest offender by the ear, -gallop him “forrard” in the midst of a perfect tornado of squeals and -clatter of sliding hoofs. This summary ejectment of his friends was -deeply resented by “Sailor,” who, with rigid back and gleaming eyes, -looked on as if ready to interfere if “Neptune” should overstep the -boundaries of his domain. One day the foreseen happened. In the fury -of his gallop “forrard” Neptune reached the galley door before he -released the pig he had been dragging, then suddenly recollecting -himself, was trotting back with deprecatory demeanour, when he met -“Sailor” coming round the after end of the house. The two heroes eyed -one another for a moment, but only a moment. “Sailor” felt doubtless -that this sort of thing had gone far enough, and with a snarl full -of fury they joined battle. The skipper was “forrard” promptly, -armed with a belaying-pin, and seizing “Sailor” by the neck, began -to belabour him heavily. It was too much for the men, who by this -time had all gathered around. They rushed to the rescue of their -favourite, forgetting discipline, rights of ownership, everything but -the unfairness of the proceeding. The belaying-pin was wrested from -the captain’s grasp, the dogs torn apart, and with scowling faces -the men stood confronting the raging skipper, who for some moments -was hardly able to speak. When he was, he said many things, amongst -others that he would shoot “Sailor” on sight; but it is perfectly -certain that had he carried out his threat he would have had a -complete mutiny on his hands. The matter blew over, but it was a long -time before things had quite resumed their normal calm. A keen watch -was kept over “Sailor” by the men for the rest of the voyage, lest -evil should befall him. - -Monkeys are, as might be expected, popular as pets. Unfortunately, -they disturb the harmony of a ship more than any other animal that -could be obtained. For their weird powers of mischief come to -perfection where there are so many past masters in the art of animal -training, and nothing affords greater amusement to everybody but the -sufferer when “Jacko” takes it into his impish head to get loose -and ravage the contents of some fellow’s bunk or chest. So much is -this the case that many captains will not allow a monkey on board -their ship at all, feeling sure that, however peaceable a lot of -men he may have found his crew to be before, one monkey passenger -is almost sure to be the fountain and origin of many fights after -his advent. The things that monkeys will do on board ship are almost -beyond belief. One instance may be noted where a monkey in a ship -named the _Dartmouth_ gave signal proof of his reasoning powers. He -was a little black fellow from Sumatra, and from the time of his -coming on board had seemed homesick, playing but few tricks, and only -submitting passively to the petting he received. Passing through -Sunda Straits he sat upon the forecastle head looking wistfully at -the distant land with quite a dejected pose of body. As we drew near -the town of Anjer (it was before the awful convulsion of Krakatoa) -he suddenly seemed to make up his mind, and springing up he covered -his face with his hands and leapt shoreward. We were only going about -two knots an hour, happily for him. He struck out vigorously for the -shore, but suddenly realised the magnitude of his task apparently, -for he turned sharply round and swam back. One of the officers threw -him the end of the main-topsail brace, which he grasped and nimbly -climbed on board, a wiser monkey. Thenceforward his behaviour was -quite cheerful and tricky, until his lamented demise from a chill -caught off the Cape. Goats, again, are great favourites on board -ship, when they have been taught to let the running gear alone. -But their inveterate habit of gnawing everything largely discounts -their amiability. The pretty little mongoose, too, until he begins -to fraternise with his natural enemies, the rats, is a most pleasant -companion, full of play, and cleanly of habit. So is the musk-deer, -but it is so delicate that few indeed of them reach home that are -bought by sailors among the islands of the East Indian Archipelago. -The same fate overtakes most of the birds, except canaries, that -sailors buy abroad, and teach on the passage home no end of tricks. -Yet deeply as these exotic pets are loved by forecastle Jack, and -great as is the pleasure he undoubtedly derives from them, the -majority of them fall into the hands of Jamrach and Cross, or other -keen dealers in foreign birds and beasts, when the ship reaches home. -For it is seldom poor Jack has a home whereto he may bring his pets. - - - - - THE SURVIVORS - - -Evening was just closing in, heralded by that indescribable feeling -of refreshment in the torrid air always experienced at sea near the -Equator when the sun is about to disappear. The men in the “crow’s -nests” were anxiously watching the declining orb, whose disappearance -would be the signal for their release from their tedious watch. But -to the chagrin of every foremast hand, before the sun had quite -reached the horizon, the officer up at the mainmast head, taking a -final comprehensive sweep with his glasses all around, raised the -thrilling cry of “Blo--o--o--o--w.” And despite the lateness of the -hour, in less than ten minutes four boats were being strenuously -driven in the direction of the just-sighted whale. Forgetting for -awhile their discontent at the prospect before them, the crews toiled -vigorously to reach their objective, although not a man of them but -would have rejoiced to lose sight of him. It was not so to be. At -another time he would probably have been startled by the clang of -the oars as they turned in the rowlocks, but now he seemed to have -lost his powers of apprehension, allowing us to come up with him -and harpoon him with comparative ease. The moment that he felt the -prick of the keen iron, all his slothfulness seemed to vanish, and -without giving one of the other boats a chance to get fast also, -he milled round to windward, and exerting all his vast strength, -rushed off into the night that came up to meet us like the opening -of some dim portal into the unknown. Some little time was consumed -in our preparations for the next stage of our proceedings, during -which the darkness came down upon us and shut us in with our prey, -blotting out our ship and the other boats from the stinted horizon -left to us, as if they had never been. By some oversight no compass -was in our boat, and, a rare occurrence in those latitudes, the sky -was overcast so that we could not see the stars. Also there was but -little wind, our swift transit at the will of the whale alone being -responsible for the breeze we felt. On, on we went in silence except -for the roar of the parted waters on either hand, and unable to see -anything but the spectral gleam ahead whenever the great mammal -broke water to spout. Presently the headlong rush through the gloom -began to tell upon everybody’s nerves, and we hoped, almost prayed -for a slackening of the relentless speed kept up by the monster we -had fastened ourselves to. The only man who appeared unmoved was the -second mate, who was in charge. He stood in the bows as if carved -in stone, one hand grasping his long lance and the other resting on -his hip, a stern figure whose only sign of life was his unconscious -balancing to the lively motion of the boat. Always a mystery to us -of the crew, he seemed much more so now, his inscrutable figure -dimly blotched against the gloom ahead, and all our lives in his -hand. For a year we had been in daily intercourse with him, yet we -felt that we knew no more of the man himself than on the first day -of our meeting. A strong, silent man, who never cursed us as the -others did, because his lightest word carried more weight than their -torrents of blasphemy, and withal a man who came as near the seaman’s -ideal of courage, resourcefulness, and tenacity as we could conceive -possible. Again and again, as we sped onwards through the dark, each -of us after his own fashion analysed that man’s character in a weary -purposeless round of confused thought, through the haze of which shot -with dread persistence the lurid phrase, “a lost boat.” How long we -had thus been driving blindly on none of us could tell--no doubt the -time appeared enormously prolonged--but when at last the ease-up came -we were all stiff with our long constraint of position. All, that -is, but Mr. Neville our chief, who, as if in broad day within a mile -of the ship, gave all the necessary orders for the attack. Again we -were baffled, for in spite of his unprecedented run the whale began -to sound. Down, down he went in hasteless determined fashion, never -pausing for an instant, though we kept all the strain on the line -that was possible, until the last flake of our 300 fathoms left the -tub, slithered through the harpooner’s fingers round the loggerhead, -and disappeared. Up flew the boat’s head with a shock that sent us -all flying in different directions, then all was silent. Only for -a minute. The calm grave tones of Mr. Neville broke the spell by -saying, “Make yourselves as comfortable as you can, lads, we can do -nothing till daylight but watch for the ship.” We made an almost -whispered response, and began our watch. But it was like trying -to peer through the walls of an unlit cellar, so closely did the -darkness hem us in. Presently down came the rain, followed by much -wind, until, notwithstanding the latitude, our teeth chattered with -cold. Of course we were in no danger from the sea, for except in the -rare hurricanes there is seldom any wind in those regions rising -to the force of a gale. But the night was very long. Nor did our -miserable anticipations tend to make our hard lot any easier. - -So low did we feel that when at last the day dawned we could not -fully appreciate the significance of that heavenly sight. As the -darkness fled, however, hope revived, and eager eyes searched every -portion of the gradually lightening ring of blue of which we were -the tiny centre. Slowly, fatefully, the fact was driven home to -our hearts that what we had feared was come to pass; the ship was -nowhere to be seen. More than that, we all knew that in that most -unfrequented stretch of ocean months might pass without signs of -vessel of any kind. There were six pounds of biscuits in one keg and -three gallons of water in another, sufficient perhaps at utmost need -to keep the six of us alive for a week. We looked in one another’s -faces and saw the fear of death plainly inscribed; we looked at Mr. -Neville’s face and were strengthened. Speaking in his usual tones, -but with a curiously deeper inflexion in them, he gave orders for -the sail to be set, and making an approximate course by the sun, -we steered to the N.W. Even the consolation of movement was soon -denied us, for as the sun rose the wind sank, the sky overhead -cleared and the sea glazed. A biscuit each and half-a-pint of -water was served out to us and we made our first meal, not without -secretly endeavouring to calculate how many more still remained to -us. At Mr. Neville’s suggestion we sheltered ourselves as much as -possible from the fierce glare of the sun, and to keep off thirst -poured sea-water over one another at frequent intervals. Our worst -trial for the present was inaction, for a feverish desire to be -doing--something--no matter what, kept our nerves twitching and -tingling so that it was all we could do to keep still. - -After an hour or two of almost unbroken silence Mr. Neville spoke, -huskily at first, but as he went on his voice rang mellow and -vibrant. “My lads,” he said, “such a position as ours has been -occupied many times in the history of the sea, as you all well -know. Of the scenes that have taken place when men are brought by -circumstances like these down from their high position in the scale -of Creation to the level of unreasoning animals, we need not speak; -unhappily such tragedies are too clearly present in the thoughts -of every one of us. But in the course of my life I have many times -considered the possibilities of some day being thus situated, and -have earnestly endeavoured to prepare myself for whatever it had in -store for me. We are all alike here, for the artificial differences -that obtain in the ordinary affairs of life have dropped away from -us, leaving us on the original plane of fellow-men. And my one hope -is, that although we be of different nationalities, and still more -widely different temperaments, we may all remember that so long as we -wrestle manfully with the beast that is crouching in every one of us, -we may go, if we must go, without shame before our God. For consider -how many of those who are safe on shore this day are groaning under a -burden of life too heavy to be borne, how many are seeking a refuge -from themselves by the most painful byways to death. I am persuaded, -and so are all of you, if you give it a thought, that death itself -is no evil; the anticipation of pain accompanying death is a malady -of the mind harder to bear by many degrees than physical torture. -What I dread is not the fact of having to die, although I love the -warm light, the glorious beauty of this world as much as a man may, -but that I may forget what I am, and disgrace my manhood by letting -myself slip back into the slough from which it has taken so many ages -to raise me. Don’t let us lose hope, although we need not expect a -miracle, but let each of us help the other to be a man. The fight -will be fierce but not long, and when it is won, although we may all -live many days after we shall not suffer. Another thing, perhaps -some of you don’t believe in any God, others believe mistily in -they know not what. For my part I believe in a Father-God from whom -we came and to whom we go. And I so think of Him that I am sure He -will do even for an atom like me that which is not only best for me -but best for the whole race of mankind as represented in me. He will -neither be cruel nor forget. Only I must endeavour to use the powers -of mind and body He has given me to the best advantage now that their -testing-time has come.” - -With eyes that never left that calm strong face we all hung upon -his words as if we were absorbing in some mysterious way from them -courage to endure. Of the five of us, two were Scandinavians, a -Swede and a Dane, one, the harpooner, was an American negro, one was -a Scotchman, and myself, an Englishman. Mr. Neville himself was an -American of old Puritan stock. When he left speaking there was utter -silence, so that each could almost hear the beating of the other’s -heart. But in that silence every man of us felt the armour of a high -resolve encasing him, an exalting courage uplifting him, and making -his face to shine. - -Again the voice of our friend broke the stillness, this time in a -stately song that none of us had ever heard before, “O rest in the -Lord!” From thenceforward he sang almost continually, even when his -lips grew parched with drought, although each of us tendered him -some of our scanty measure of water so that he might still cheer us. -Insensibly we leant upon him as the time dragged on, for we felt that -he was a very tower of strength to us. Five days and nights crept -away without any sign of change. Patience had become a habit with -us, and the scanty allowance of food and drink had so reduced our -vitality that we scarcely felt any pain. Indeed the first two days -were the worst. And now the doles became crumbs and drops, yet still -no anger, or peevishness even, showed itself. We could still smile -sanely and look upon each other kindly. Then a heavy downpour of -rain filled our water-breaker for us, giving us in the meantime some -copious draughts, which, although they were exquisitely refreshing -at the time, racked us with excruciating pains afterwards. The last -crumb went, and did not worry us by its going, for we had arrived by -easy stages at a physical and mental condition of acquiescence in the -steady approach of death that almost amounted to indifference. With a -strange exception; hearing and sight were most acute, and thought was -busy about a multitude of things, some of them the pettiest and most -trivial that could be imagined, and others of the most tremendous -import. Speech was difficult, impossible to some, but on the whole -we must have felt somewhat akin to the Hindu devotees who withdraw -themselves from mankind and endeavour to reduce the gross hamperings -of the flesh until they can enter into the conception of the unseen -verities that are about us on every side. What the mental wrestlings -of the others may have been they only knew; but to outward seeming we -had all been gently gliding down into peace. - -The end drew near. Nothing occurred to stay its approach. No bird -or fish came near enough to be caught until we were all past making -an effort had one been needed. We had lost count of time, so that -I cannot say how long our solitude had lasted, when one brilliant -night as I lay in a state of semi-consciousness, looking up into the -glittering dome above, I felt a hand touch me. Slowly I turned my -head, and saw the face of the negro-harpooner, who lay by my side. -I dragged my heavy head close to his and heard him whisper, “I’m a -goin’ an I’m glad. What he said wuz true. It’s as easy as goin’ ter -sleep. So long.” And he went. What passed thereafter I do not know, -for as peacefully as a tired man settles himself down into the cosy -embrace of a comfortable bed, heaving a sigh of utter content as -the embracing rest relaxes the tension of muscles and brain, I too -slipped down into dreamless slumber. - -I awoke in bitter pain, gnawing aches that left no inch of my body -unwrung. And my first taste of life’s return gave me a fierce feeling -of resentment that it would all have to be gone through again. -I felt no gratitude for life spared. That very night of my last -consciousness the whaler that rescued us must have been within a few -miles, for when we were sighted from her crow’s-nest at daybreak we -were so near that they could distinguish the bodies without glasses. -There were only three of us still alive, the fortunate ones who -had gone to their rest being Mr. Neville, the harpooner, and the -Swede. The rescuers said that except for the emaciated condition -of our bodies we all looked like sleepers. There were no signs of -pain or struggle. It was nearly two months before we who had thus -been brought back to a life of care and toil were able to resume -it, owing to our long cramped position as much as to our lack of -strength. I believe, too, that we were very slow in regaining that -natural will-to-live which is part of the animal equipment, and so -necessary to keep off the constant advances of death. And, like me, -my companions both felt that they could not be grateful for being -dragged back to life again. - - - - - BENEATH THE SURFACE - - -While the whaler to which I belonged was lying at Honolulu I one -day went ashore for a long ramble out of sight and hearing of the -numerous questionable amusements of the town, and late in the -afternoon found myself several miles to the southward of it. Emerging -from the tangled pathway through which I had been struggling with the -luxuriant greenery, I struck the sand of a lovely little bight that -commanded an uninterrupted view to seaward. Less than a mile out a -reef of black rocks occasionally bared their ugly fangs for a brief -space amidst the sleek waters, until the sleepily advancing swell, -finding its progress thus hindered, rose high over their grim summits -in a league-long fleece of dazzling foam, whose spray glittered like -jewels in the diagonal rays of the declining sun. - -Upon a little knoll left by the receding tide sat a man staring -stolidly out to sea. As I drew near, my approach making no noise -upon the yielding sand, I saw that he was white. By his rig--a -shirt and trousers, big grass hat, and bare feet--I took him -for a beach-comber. These characters are not often desirable -companions--human weeds cast ashore in such places, and getting a -precarious living in dark and devious ways without work. But I felt -inclined for company and a rest after my long tramp, so I made for -him direct. He raised his head at my nearing him, showing a grizzled -beard framing a weather-beaten face as of a man some sixty years old. -There was a peculiar, _boiled_ look about his face, too, as if he had -once been drowned, by no means pleasant to see. - -He gave me “Good evening!” cheerfully enough as I sat down beside -him and offered my plug of tobacco. Cutting himself a liberal quid, -he returned it with the query, “B’long ter wun er the spouters, I -persoom?” “Yes,” I replied; “boat-header in the _Cachalot_.” “Ah,” -he replied instantly, “but yew’re no Yank, neow, air ye?” “No, I’m a -Cockney--little as you may think _that_ likely,” said I; “but it’s a -fact.” “Wall, I don’no,” he drawled, “I’ve a-met Cockneys good’s I -want ter know; ’n’ why not?” - -The conversation then drifted desultorily from topic to topic in -an aimless, time-killing fashion, till at last, feeling better -acquainted, I ventured to ask him what had given him that glazy, -soaked appearance, so strange and ghastly to see. “Look a-heah, -young feller,” said he abruptly, “heouw old je reckon I mout be?” -Without the slightest hesitation I replied, “Sixty, or thereabouts.” -He gave a quiet chuckle, and then said slowly, “Wall, I doan’ blame -ye, nuther; ’n’ as to feelin’--wall, sumtimes I feel ’s if I’d ben -a-livin’ right on frum the beginnin’ ov things. My age, which ’s -about the one solid fact I kin freeze onter now’days, is thutty-two. -Yew won’t b’lieve it, of course; but thet’s nothin’ ter what ye -_will_ hear, ef yew wait awhile. - -“What I’m goin’ ter tell ye happened--lemme see--wall, I -doan’no--mebbe two, mebbe four er five year sence. I wuz mate of a -pearlin’ schooner b’longin’ ter Levuka, lyin’ daouwn to Rotumah. -Ware we’d ben workin’ the reef wuz middlin’ deep--deep ’nuf ter make -eour b’ys fall on deck when they come up with a load, ’n’ lie there -like dead uns fer ’bout ten minnits befo’ they k’d move ag’in. ’Twuz -slaughterin’ divin’; but the shell wuz thick, ’n’ no mistake; ’n’ -eour ole man wuz a hustler--s’long’s he got shell he didn’t vally -a few dern Kanakers peggin’ eout neow ’n’ then. We’d alost three -with sharks, ’n’ ef ’twan’t thet th’ b’ys wuz more skeered of old -Hardhead than they wuz of anythin’ else I doan reckon we sh’d a-got -any more stuff thet trip ’t all. But ’z he warn’t the kind er blossom -to play any games on, they kep’ at it, ’n’ we ’uz fillin’ up fast. -The land was ’bout ten mile off, ’n’ they wuz ’bout fifty, er mebbe -sixty fathom water b’tween the reef we wuz fishin’ on ’n’ the neares’ -p’int. Wall, long ’bout eight bells in the afternoon I uz a-stannin’ -by the galley door watchin’ a Kanaker crawlin’ inboard very slow, -bein’ ’most done up. Five er six ov ’em uz hangin’ roun’ ’bout ter -start below agen, ’n’ th’ ole man uz a-blarsfemion gashly at ’em -fer bein’ so slow. Right in the middle of his sermont I seed ’im go -green in the face, ’n’ make a step back from the rail, with both -hans helt up in front ov ’im ’s if he uz skeered ’most ter de’th. -’N’ he wuz, too. There cum lickin’ inboard after him a long grey -slitherin’ thing like a snake ’ith no head but a lot uv saucers stuck -onto it bottom up. ’N’ befo’ I’d time ter move, bein’ ’most sort er -paralised, several more ov the dern things uz a-sneakin’ around all -over the deck. The fust one got the skipper good ’n’ tight ’ith a -round turn above his arms, ’n’ I saw him a-slidin’ away. The schooner -wuz a-rollin’ ’s if in a big swell--which there warn’t a sign of, ’s -I c’d see. But them snaky grey things went quicker ’n’ thinkin’ all -over her, ’n’ befo’ yew c’d say ‘knife’ every galoot, includin’ me, -wuz agoin’ ’long with ’em back to where they’d come from. - -“Say, d’yew ever wake up all alive, ’cep’ yew couldn’ move ner speak, -only know all wuts goin’ on, ’n’ do the pow’flest thinkin’ ’bout -things yew ever did in yer life? Yes, ’n’ that’s haow I wuz then. -When thet cold gristly sarpint cum cuddlin’ roun’ me, ’n’ the saucers -got onto me ’s if they’d suck out me very bow’ls, I’d a gi’n Mount -Morgan ter died; but I couldn’t ev’n go mad. I saw the head ov the -Thing them arms b’long’d ter, ’n’ ’twuz wuss ’n the horrors, ’cause -I wuz sane ’n’ cool ’n’ collected. The eyes wuz black, ’n’ a foot or -more across, ’n’ when I looked into ’em I see meself a-comin’.” - -He was silent for a minute, but shaking as if with palsy. I laid my -hand on his arm, not knowing what to say, and he looked up wistfully, -saying, “Thenks, shipmate; thet’s good.” Then he went on again. - -“The whole thing went back’ards, takin’ us along; ’n I remember -thinkin’ ez we went of the other Kanakers below thet hedn’t come -back. I he’rd the bubbles ’s each of us left the sunshine, but never -a cry, never another soun’. The las’ thing I remember seein’ ’bove -me wuz th’ end of the schooner’s mainboom, which wuz guyed out to -larberd some, ’n’ looked like a big arm struck stiff an’ helpless, -though wishful to save. Down I went, that clingin’ snaky coil round -me tighter ’n my skin. But wut wuz strangest ter me wuz the fact -that not only I didn’t drown, but I felt no sort er disconvenience -frum bein’ below the water. ’N’ at last when I reached the coral, -though I dessay I looked corpse enough, ’twuz only my looks, fur I -felt, lackin’ my not bein’ able ter move, breathe, er speak, ez peart -’n’ fresh ez I dew naow. The clutch thet hed ben squeezin’ me so -all-fired tight begun to slack, ’n’ I felt more comf’ble; ’n’ ef ’t -’adn’t ben fer the reck’lection uv them eyes ’n’ thet berryin’-groun’ -ov a mouth, I doan’no but wut I might ha’ been a’most happy. But -I lay thar, with the rest uv my late shipmates, sort er ready fer -consumpshun, like the flies in the corner of a spider’s web; ’n’ thet -guv me a pow’ful heap ov a bad time. - -“After a while the quiet of the place begun ter breed strange noshuns -in my hed--jest like ’s if I wuz dreamin’, though wide awake ’s ever -I wuz in all my life. I jest ’peared to be ’way back at the beginnin’ -uv things, befo’ they wuz anythin’ else but water, ’n’ wut life there -wuz in them early days hed ter dew ’ithout air er sun er light. I’d -read the Bible some--not ter say frequent, ’n’, bein’ but a poor -skollar, Jennersez wuz ’bout ’s fur ’s I got. But onct a Blue-nose -I uz shipmates with wuz pow’ful fond uv one er the Bible yarns he -called the Book of Jobe, ’n’ he use’ ter read thet off ter me ’twell -I nearly got it through my he’d solid. Anyway, much ov it kem back -ter me neow--bits ’beout the foundayshons ov the world, ’n’ the -boun’s ov the sea, ’n’ suchlike. - -“’N’ all the time overright me in the mouth ov a gret cave, with them -res’less thutty-foot feelers ever a-twistin’ ’n’ wrigglin’ aroun’, -wuz the Thing itself, them awful eyes jest a-showin’, like moons made -ov polished jet, in the dimness. Some ov my shipmates wuz gone, the -skipper among ’em; but some, like me, wuz layin’ quiet ’n’ straight; -while all about us the fish, ov every shape ’n’ size, wuz a-gliden’ -slow ’n’ stealthy, like as if ever on the watch ’gainst some enemy er -anuther. - -“It seemed so long I laid thar thet I felt able to remember every -bush ’n’ bough ov coral, every boulder, that in queerest shapes yew -ever see lay scattered aroun’. At last, never havin’ quite los’ sight -of thet horrible ungodly Thing in the cave yander, I see It kem eout. -I never knowed thar wuz a God till then. Sence thet time, whenever I -hear some mouthy critter _provin’_ ez he calls it, poor child! thet -ther ain’t, ’n’ cain’t be, any God, I feel thet sorry fer him I c’d -jest sail right in ’n’ lam the foggy blether out’n his fool-skull. -But ez I wuz a-sayin, eout kem the Thing till I see the hull gret -carcass ov It, bigger ’n the bigges’ sparm whale I ever see, jest a -haulin’ ’n’ a warpin’ along by them wanderin’ arms over the hills ’n’ -hallers ov the reef t’ords me. It floated between me ’n’ wut light -ther wuz, which wuz suthin’ ter be thankful fer, fer I’d a gi’n my -life ter be able to shet my eyes from it ’n’ wut wuz comin’. It hung -right over me, ’n’ I felt the clingin’ suckers closin’ all aroun’ -me, when all of a sudden they left me ag’in. The gret black shadder -moved ter one side ’n’ daown through that clear water cum a sparm -whale, graceful ’n’ easy’s an albacore. I never thought much of old -squar’head’s looks before, but I’m tellin’ ye, _then_ he looked like -a shore-nough angel ’longside thet frightful crawlin’ clammy bundle -of sea sarpients. - -“But I hedn’t much time ter reflec’, fer thet whale had come on -bizness, ’n’ ther wa’n’t any percrastinatin’ ’bout him. When he -got putty cluss up to the Thing that wuz backin’ oneasily away, he -sorter rounded to like a boat comin’ ’longside, only ’sted ov comin’ -roun’ he come over, clar he’d over flukes. His jaw wuz hangin’ daown -baout twenty foot with all the big teeth a shinin’, ’n’ next I -knew he’d got thet gol-durned Thing in his mouth with a grip right -behin’ them awful Eyes. Roun’ come the tangle of arms like the sails -of a windmill lacin’, clutchin’, tearin’ at the whale’s head. But -they might so well hev hugged the Solander Rock. It made no sorter -diffrunce ter him, ’n’ his jaw kep’ on workin’ fer all it wuz worth -a-sawin’ off the tremenjus he’d of the Thing. Then the light went -eout. My gosh! thet water wuz jest turned inter ink, ’n’ though yew -c’d feel the sway ’n’ swirl ov thet gret struggle like the screw race -ov some big liner ther wa’n’t nothin’ ter be seen. So I reckon the -Thing I’d been puzzlin’ ter fine a name fer wuz jest the Gret Mogul -ov all the cuttle-fish, ’n’ bein’ kinder hard prest wuz a-sheddin’ -the hull contents ov his ink-tank. - -“Wall, I wuz sorter int’rested in this mush ’n’ very much wanted ter -see it through, but thet satisfacshun wuz denied me. All the churnin’ -’n’ thrashin’ went on jest above me in pitch-dark ’n’ grave-quiet. -Bimeby the water ceased to bile aroun’ ’n’ got clearer, till after -a while I c’d see gret shadders above movin’ swiffly. The sea took -on anuther colour quite femiliar ter me, sorter yaller, a mixin’ ov -red ’n’ blue. Funniest thing wuz the carm way I wuz a takin’ ov it -all, jest like a man lookin’ out’n a b’loon at a big fight, er a -spectayter in a g’lanty show hevin’ no pusnal concern in the matter -’t all. Presently sneakin along comes a white streak cluss ter me. -Long befo’ it touched me I knew it fer wut it wuz, ’n’ then I wuz in -de’dly fear less the hope uv life after all sh’d rouse me eout uv -thish yer trance or whatever it wuz. ’Twuz a whale-line frum some -whaleship’s boat a-fishin’ overhe’d. It kem right to me. It teched -me ’n’ I felt ’s’if I must come to ’n’ die right there ’n’ then. But -it swep’ right under me, ’n’ then settled daown coil after coil till -I wuz fair snarled erp in it. By this time the water’d got so soupy -thet I could’n’ see nothin’, but ’twa’n’t long befo’ I felt myself -a-risin’--eout uv the belly uv Hell ez Jonah sez. - -“Up I kem at a good lick till all uv a sudden I sees God’s light, -smells His air, ’n’ hears voices uv men. Gosh, but wa’n’t they -gallied when they see me. Blame ef I did’n’ half think they’d lemme -go ag’in. The fust one ter git his brains ter work wuz the bow -oarsman, a nigger, who leaned over the gunnel, his face greeny-grey -with fright, ’n’ grabbed me by the hair. Thet roused the rest, ’n’ I -wuz hauled in like a whiz. Then their tongues got ter waggin’, ’n’ -yew never heard so many fool things said in five minutes outside er -Congress. - -“It didn’ seem ter strike any ov ’em thet I moutn’t be so very -dead after all, though fortnitly fer me they conclooded ter take -me aboard with ’em. So I laid thar in the bottom ov the boat while -they finished haulin’ line. Ther wuz a clumsy feller among ’em thet -made a slip, hittin’ me an ugly welt on the nose as he wuz fallin’. -Nobody took any notice till presently one ov ’em hollers, ‘Why dog my -cats ef thet corpse ain’t got a nosebleed.’ This startled ’em all, -fer I never met a galoot so loony ez ter think a de’d man c’d bleed. -Hows’ever they jest lit eout fer the ship like sixty ’n’ h’isted me -aboard. ’Twuz er long time befo’ they got my works a-tickin’ ag’in, -but they done it at last, ’n’ once more I wuz a livin’ man amon’ -livin’ men. - -“Naow ov course yew doan’ b’lieve my yarn--yew cain’t, tain’t in -nacher, but, young feller, thar’s an all-fired heap o’ things in the -world that cain’t be beleft in till yew’ve ’speriunced ’em yerself -thet ’s trew’s gospel fer all thet.” - -I politely deprecated his assumption of my disbelief in his yarn, but -my face belied me, I know; so, bidding him “S’long” with a parting -present of my plug of tobacco (it was all I had to give), I left him -and by the failing light made all speed I could back to my ship. - - - - - BY WAY OF AMENDS - - -Hans Neilsen was a big Dane, with a great wave of blond beard -blowing from just below his pale blue eyes, and a leonine head -covered with a straw-coloured mane. Although he was a giant in -stature he was not what you would call a fine figure of a man, for -he was round-shouldered and loosely jointed. And besides these -things he had a shambling, undecided gait and a furtive side-long -glance, ever apparently searching for a potential foe. Yet with all -his peculiarities I loved him, I never knew why. Perhaps it was -the unfailing instinct of a child--I was scarcely more--for people -whose hearts are kind. He was an A.B. on board of a lumbering old -American-built ship owned in Liverpool and presently bound thence -to Batavia. I was “the boy”--that is to say, any job that a man -could possibly growl himself out of or shirk in any way rapidly -filtered down to me, mine by sea-right. And in my leisure I had the -doubtful privilege of being body servant to eighteen men of mixed -nationalities and a never-satisfied budget of wants. Of course she -wasn’t as bad as a Geordie collier, the old _Tucson_. I didn’t -get booted about the head for every little thing, nor was I ever -aroused out of a dead sleep to hand a fellow a drink of water who -was sitting on the breaker. Nevertheless, being nobody’s especial -fancy and fully conscious of my inability to take my own part, I was -certainly no pampered menial. - -They were a queer lot, those fellows. Nothing strange in that, of -course, so far, remembering how ships’ crews are made up nowadays, -but these were queer beyond the average. In the first place no two -of them were countrymen. There were representatives of countries -I had till then been ignorant of. The “boss” of the fo’c’s’le was -a huge Montenegrin, who looked to my excited fancy like a bandit -chief, and used to talk in the worst-sounding lingo I ever heard -with Giuseppe from Trieste and Antone from Patras. Louis Didelot, -a nimble black-avised little _matelot_ from Nantes, was worst -off for communication with his shipmates, not one of whom could -speak French, but somehow he managed to rub along with a barbarous -compound of French, Spanish, and English. Neilsen chummed, as far -as an occasional chat went, with a swarthy little Norwegian from -Hammerfest (I believe he was a Lapp), whose language did not seem to -differ much from Danish. The rest of the crew were made up of negroes -from various far-sundered lands, South American hybrids including -one pure-blooded Mexican with a skin like copper, a Russian and -two Malays. That fo’c’s’le was Babel over again, although in some -strange manner all seemed to find some sufficient medium for making -themselves understood. On deck of course English (?) was spoken, -but such English as would puzzle the acutest linguist that ever -lived if he wasn’t a sailor-man too. Nothing could have borne more -conclusive testimony to the flexibility of our noble tongue than the -way in which the business of that ship was carried on without any -hitch by those British officers and their polyglot crew. And another -thing--there were no rows. I have said that Sam the Montenegrin -(Heaven only knows what his name really was) was the boss of the -fo’c’s’le, but he certainly took no advantage of his tacitly accorded -position, and except for the maddening mixture of languages our -quarters were as quiet as any well-regulated household. - -But as long as I live I shall always believe that most, if not all, -of our fellows were fugitives from justice, criminals of every stamp, -and owing to the accident of their being thus thrown together in an -easy-going English ship they were just enjoying a little off-season -of rest prior to resuming operations in their respective departments -when the voyage was over. I may be doing them an injustice, but as -I picked up fragments of the various languages I heard many strange -things, which, when I averaged them up, drove me to the conclusion I -have stated. From none of them, however, did I get anything definite -in the way of information about their past except Neilsen. He spoke -excellent English, or American, with hardly a trace of Scandinavian -accent, and often, when sitting alone in the dusk of the second -dog-watch on the spars lashed along by the bulwarks, I used to hear -him muttering to himself in that tongue, every now and then giving -vent to a short barking laugh of scorn. I was long getting into his -confidence, for he shrank from all society, preferring to squat with -his chin supported on both hands staring at vacancy and keeping up an -incessant muttering. But at last the many little attentions I managed -to show him thawed his attitude of reserve towards me a little, and -he permitted me to sit by his side and prattle to him of my Arab life -in London, and of my queer experiences in the various ways of getting -something to eat before I went to sea. Even then he would often scare -me just as I was in the middle of a yarn by throwing up his head and -uttering his bark of disdain, following it up immediately by leaving -me. Still I couldn’t be frightened of him, although I felt certain -he was a little mad, and I persevered, taking no notice of his -eccentricities. At last we became great friends, and he would talk -to me sanely by the hour, when during the stillness of the shining -night-watches all our shipmates, except the helmsman and look-out -man, were curled up in various corners asleep. - -So matters progressed until we were half-way up the Indian Ocean -from St. Paul’s. One night in the middle watch I happened to say -(in what connection I don’t know), “It’s my birthday to-day. I’m -thirteen.” “Why, what day is it den?” he said listlessly. “The 25th -of June,” I replied. “My God! my God!” he murmured softly, burying -his face in his hands and trembling violently. I was so badly scared -I could say nothing for a few minutes, but sat wondering whether the -moon, which was literally blazing down upon us out of the intense -clearness above, had affected his weak brain. Presently he seemed to -get steadier, and I ventured to touch his arm and say, “Ain’t you -well, Neilsen? Can I get you anythin’?” There was silence for another -short spell. Then he suddenly lifted his head, and said, not looking -at me, but straight before him, “Yes, I vill tell him. I must tell -him.” Then, still without looking at me, he went on--“Boy, I’m goin’ -t’ tell ye a yarn about myself, somethin’ happened to me long time -ago. Me an’ my chum, a little Scotch chap, was ’fore de mast aboard -of a Yank we’d shipped in in Liverpool. She wuz a reg’lar blood-boat. -You’ve herd o’ de kind, I ’spose, no watch an’ watch all day, -everythin’ polished ’n painted till you c’d see y’r face in it ’low -and aloft. Ole man ’n three mates alwas pradin’ roun’ ’ith one han’ -on their pistol pockets ’n never a ’norder give widout a ‘Gaw-dam-ye’ -to ram it down like. I tell ye wot ’tis; sailors offen tawk ’bout -hell erflote, but der ain’t menny off ’em knows wot it means, leest -not nowdays. I’ve sailed in de packets, the Westerun oshun boats I -mean, under some toughs, ’fore steam run ’em off, an’ I ’low dey wuz -hard--forrard’s well’s aft--but, boy, dey wuz church, dey wuz dat, -’longside the ’_Zekiel B. Peck_. W’y! dey tort nuttin’, nuttin ’tall, -ov scurfin’ ye way frum de wheel, you a doin’ yer damdest too, ter -pint her troo d’ eye ov a needle, ’n lammin’ th’ very Gawdfergotten -soul out ov yer jest ter keep der ’and in like. I wuz a dam site -biggern dose days den I am now, fur I wuz straight ez a spruce tree -’n limber too, I wuz; but I got my ’lowance reglar ’n took it lyin’ -down too like de rest. ’N so I s’pose ’twoud a gone on till we got -to ’Frisco an’ de blood-money men come and kicked us out ov her as -ushal. Only suthin’ happend. Seems ter me suthin’s alwus a happenin’ -wot ye ain’t recknd on, but sum things happen like ’s if de devil -jammed a crowbar inter ye somewheres ’n hove de bes’ part of ye inter -hell wile de rest ov ye goes a grubbin’ along everlastingly lookin’ -fer wot ye lost an’ never findin’ it. Well,’twuz like dis; we wuz -a creepin’ along up de coast ov Lower California, de weadder bein’ -beastly, nuttin’ but one heavy squall on top of anoder, ’n de wind -a flyin’ all round de compass. It wuz all han’s, all han’s night’n -day, wid boot ’n blayin’ pin ter cheer us up, till we wuz more like a -crowd o’ frightend long-shoremen dan a crew o’ good sailor-men. One -forenoon,’bout seven bells, we’d ben a shortenin’ down at de main ’n -wuz all a comin’ down helter-skelter, de mate n’ tird mate standin’ -by in the skuppers as ushal to belt each man as he touched de deck -fer not bein’ smarter. I come slidin’ down de topmast backstays ’n -dropped on to de deck jest be’ind de mate as Scotty, my chum, landed -in front ov him. De mate jest let out and fetched Scotty in the ear. -Pore ole chap, he flung up his arms, ’n spoutin’ blood like a whale, -dropped all ov a heap in his tracks. I don’t rightly know how ’twuz, -but next ting I’d got de mate (’n he wuz nearly as big as Sam) by de -two ankles, a swingin’ him roun’ my head ’sif he wuz a capsan-bar. He -hit sometin’, I spose it wuz de topsl-halliard block, ’n it sounded -like a bag ov eggs. De rest ov de purceedins wuz all foggy like to -me, ’cept dat I was feelin’ ’bout as big ’n strong as twenty men -rolled inter one ’n I seemed ter be a smashin’ all creation into -bloody pieces. I herd de poppin’ ov revolver shots in hunderds, but -I didn’t feel none ov ’em. Presently it all quieted down ’n dere -wuz me a settin’ on de deck in de wash ov de lee scuppers a nursin’ -Scotty like a baby ’n him a lookin’ up at me silly-like. The ship -was all aback an de rags ov most ov the canvas wuz slattin’ ’n -treshin’ like bullock whips, while long pennants of canvas clung to -de riggin’ all over her. I put Scotty down ’n gets up on my feet to -hev a look roun’. De deck was like a Saladero, dead bodies a lyin’ -about in all directions. Seein’ Scotty standin’ up holdin’ on ter de -pin-rail I sez to him, ‘Scotty, what in hell’s de matter, hev we ben -struck by lightnin’?’ He jest waggled his head ’sif he wuz drunk ’n -sez, ‘Yes, chum, I guess we hev. Ennyhow I’m glad ter see it’s hit -de right ones.’ ’N den he laughed. ‘Sounded like breakin’ dishes it -did.’ Well, I begun to git scared ’cause I couldn’t sort it out at -all, until some ov de other fellers come from somewhere, ’n we sot -down along de spars while dey told me, all de while keepin’ deir -eyes on me, ’n lookin’ ’s if dey wuz ready to git up and scoot if I -moved. It ’peared I’d simply sailed in ’sif I’d ben made of iron, -’n slaughtered dem officers right an’ left with nottin’ but me bare -hands ’n takin’ no more notice of deir six-shooters dan if dey’d -ben pea-guns. I wonderd wot made me feel so stiff an’ sore here and -dere, seems I’d got two or tree bullets plugged inter me while we -wuz playin’ de game. ’N right in de dick of it, down comes a reglar -hurrikin squall ketchin’ her flat aback ’n rippin de kites offn her -’sif dey wuz paper. Most o’ de fellers, seein’ de hand I had, chipped -in, ’n two ov em laid quiet ’longside ov de der corpses. It wuz a -reglar clean sweep. All tree mates, carpenter, and stooard, _an’_ de -ole man, blast him, wuz dead, ’n dey said I’d killed em all. Well, I -cou’dn’t conterdickt em, but somehow I didn’t feel s’if ’twas true, -I didn’t feel bothered a bit about it, ’n as ter feelin’ sorry--why -I wuz just as contented as a hog in a corn-bin. But sometin’ had ter -be done fer we none of us tought de late officers ov de ’_Zekiel B. -Peck_ wort hangin’ fur, so we made shift to run her in fur de land, -due East. When we got widin twenty mile ov it we pervisioned a couple -ov boats an’ set fire to her, waitin’ till she got well a goin’, -’n den lowerin ’n pullin’ fur de beach. We didn’t take nuttin’ but -some grub, dere warnt a pirut among us, an we ’ranged ter separate -soon’s we got ashore, after we’d smashed de boats up. It come off -all right, ’n me and Scotty wandered up country till we got steady -work on a ranch (sort o’ farm) an’ we ’lowed we wouldn’t never go to -sea no more. We wuz very happy for ’bout a year until Scotty begun -ter weaken on me. He’d picked up wid some gal at a place a few mile -off ’n I wuz out of it. He useter leave me alone night after night, -knowin’ he wuz all de world ter me, knowin’ too det I’d gin a good -many men’s blood fer his’n. Last we fell out, ’n after a many words -’d been slung between us, he upn and call me a bloody murderer. ’Twuz -all over in a second, ’n I wuz nussin’ him in my arms agen like I did -once before, but his head hung over limp, his neck wuz broke. ’N I -ben talkin’ to him ever sence ’n tellin’ him how I’d gin forty lives -ef I had’m ter see him chummy wit me agen, but I never get no answer.” - -He stopped, and almost immediately “eight bells” struck. I went below -and slept my allotted time, waking at the hoarse row of “Now then you -sleepers, seven bells,” to get the breakfast in. The morning passed -in humdrum fashion, the wind having dropped to almost a dead calm. -After dinner I was looking over the side at the lovely cool depths -smiling beneath, and the fancy suddenly seized me to have a dip, as -I had often done before, although never in that ship. I could swim, -but very little, so I made a bowline in the end of a rope, and making -it fast so that about a couple of fathoms would trail in the water, I -stripped in the chains, slipped the bowline over my head and under my -arms, and slid down into the sea. It was just heavenly. But I found -the ship was slipping along through the water just a little. So much -the better. Putting my left arm out like an oar I sheered away from -the side until the rope that held me was out straight, and there was -a wide gap of blue between me and the black hull of the ship. I was -enjoying myself in perfect fashion when suddenly I saw a huge black -shadow stealing upward from under the ship’s bottom towards me, and -immediately, my bowels boiling with fear, I lost all my strength, -my arms flew up and I slipped out of the loop. I heard a splash, -and close beside me an awful struggle began while I lay in full -possession of all my senses, just floating without motion. Neilsen -had sprung into the sea and seized the shark by the tail, being all -unarmed. Suddenly I felt the coils of a rope fall upon me, and with a -sense of returning life I clutched them, and was presently hauled on -board. I must have fainted, for when I again realised my surroundings -Neilsen was lying on deck near me, a wide red stream creeping slowly -down from him to the scuppers. Opening his eyes as I staggered to my -feet, he said feebly, “Dis’ll pay, won’t it, boy?” and died. - - - - - THE MYSTERY OF THE “SOLANDER” - - -Towering in lonely majesty for two thousand feet above the blue -waters of Foveaux Strait, the mighty mass of the Solander Rock seems -to dominate that stormy region like some eternal sentinel set to hail -the coming of the flying fleets of the northern hemisphere to the -brave new world of New Zealand. To all appearance it is perfectly -inaccessible, its bare weather-stained sides, buffeted by the -tempests of ages, rising sheer from a depth of hundreds of fathoms -without apparently a ledge or a crevice wherein even a goat could -find precarious foothold. Not that landing would be practicable even -were there any jutting shelves near the water’s edge; for exposed as -the rock is to the full range of the Southern Ocean, it must perforce -meet continually with the effects of all the storms that are raging -right round the southern slopes of this planet of ours, since there -is absolutely nothing to hinder their world-engirdling sweep in those -latitudes. Even when, as happens at rare intervals, the unwearying -west wind stays for a brief space its imperial march to meet the -rising sun, and the truce of storm and sea broods over the deep in -a hush like the peace of God, the glassy bosom of the ocean still -undulates as if with the throbbing of earth’s heart, a pulse only -to be timed by the horology of Creation. That almost imperceptible -upheaval of the sea-surface, meeting in its gliding sweep with the -Solander Rock, rises in wrathful protest, the thunders of its voice -being audible for many miles; while torn into a thousand whirling -eddies, its foaming crests chafe and grind around the steadfast -base of the solitary mountain, in a series of overfalls that would -immediately destroy any vessel of man’s building that became involved -therein. And this in a stark calm. But in a gale, especially one -that is howling from Antarctica to Kerguelen--from Tristan d’Acunha -to the Snares--over the most tremendous waste of waters this earth -can show, then is the time to see the Solander. Like a never-ending -succession of mountain ranges with snowy summits and gloomy -declivities streaked with white, the storm waves of the Southern Sea -come rushing on. Wide opens the funnel of Foveaux Strait before them, -fifty miles from shore to shore at its mouth, and in its centre, -confronting them alone, stands the great Rock. They hurl themselves -at its mass, their impact striking a deeper note than that of the -storm; as if the foundations of the earth were jarred and sent upward -through all her strata a reply to the impetuous ocean. Baffled, -dashed into a myriad hissing fragments, the sea recoils until the -very root-hold of the rock is revealed to the day, and its strange -inhabitants blink glassily at the bright glare of the sun. Then are -the broken masses of the beaten wave hurled aloft by the scourging -wind until the topmost crag streams with the salt spray and all -down the deeply-scored sides flows the foaming brine. So fierce and -continuous is the assault that the Rock is often invisible, despite -its huge mass, for hours together, or only dimly discernible through -the spindrift like a sombre spectre, the gigantic spirit of the -storm. Only the western face of the Solander is thus assaulted. For -to the eastward the Straits narrow rapidly until at their outlet -there is but two or three miles of open water. Therefore that side -of the Rock is always comparatively peaceful above high-water mark. -During the fiercest storm, the wind, meeting this solid obstruction, -recoils from itself, making an invisible cushion of air all around -the mountain, within the limits of which it is calm except on the -side remote from the wind, where a gentle return breeze may be felt. -But down below a different state of things prevails. The retreat of -the mighty waves before that immovable bastion drags after them all -the waters behind it, so that there is created a whirlpool that need -fear no comparison with the Maelström. Its indraught may be felt at a -great distance, and pieces of wreckage are collected by it until the -tormented waters are bestrewn with débris twirling in one mad dance -about those polished cliffs. - -It is therefore easy to understand why the Solander Rock is left -lonely. Passing merchantmen give it a wide berth, wisely judging the -vicinity none too safe. Fishermen in this region there are none. -Only the whalers, who knew the western end of Foveaux Straits as one -of the most favourite haunts of the sperm whale, cruised about and -about it for weeks and months at a stretch, like shadowy squadrons of -a bygone day irresistibly held in a certain orbit by the attraction -of the great Rock and doomed to weave sea-patterns around it for -ever. One by one they have disappeared until now there are none left, -and the Solander alone keeps the gate. - -Now at a certain period of a long voyage I once made as a seaman -on board a South Sea “Spouter,” it befell that we descended from -the balmy latitudes near the Line, where we had been cruising for -many months with little success, to see whether better luck might -await us on the stormy Solander “ground.” From the first day of our -arrival there the old grey mountain seemed to exercise a strange -fascination upon the usually prosaic mind of our elderly skipper. Of -romance or poetic instinct he did not seem to possess a shade, yet -for many an hour he would lean motionless over the weather rail, his -keen eyes steadily fixed upon the sphinx-like mass around which we -slowly cruised. He was usually silent as if dumb, but one morning -when we were about ten miles to the westward of the Rock, I happened -to be at the wheel as the sun was rising. The skipper was lolling -over the quarter, pipe in mouth, his chin supported upon his left -hand, apparently lost in thought. Suddenly the dark outlines of the -Rock became illuminated, the abrupt angles of its crags took on a -shimmering haze of tenderest glow, while from the jagged summits a -lovely coronal of radiant colour shot forth delicate streamers into -the clear morning sky. Towards us from the Rock’s black base crept -a mighty sombre shadow whose edges were so dazzling in brilliance -as to be painful to look upon. As this marvellous picture caught my -dull eyes I held my breath, while a strange tightening of the skin -over my head bore witness to the awe I felt. Then the skipper spoke, -unconscious I believe that he was uttering his thoughts aloud--“Great -God! haouw merv’llous air Thy works. The hull airth an’ the sea also -ez full o’ Thy glory.” There was utter silence again while the glow -deepened into blazing gold, crimson lances radiated from the central -dark into the deep blue around until they mellowed off into emerald -and violet, and then--the culminating point of the vision--the -vast fervent disc of the sun crowned the mountain with a blaze of -ineffable splendour. - -Meanwhile we were steadily nearing the Rock, and as the wind freed -a point or two we headed straight for its centre, the vessel being -close-hauled on the starboard tack. The bright day came full circle, -the ordinary everyday duties of the ship began, but still the skipper -moved not, still I steered directly for the mountain’s broad base. I -noted several curious glances cast by the two busy officers, first -at the Rock and then at the motionless skipper, but they offered no -remarks. Nearer and nearer we drew until a great black space opened -up in the centre of the huge cliffs, looking like some enormous cave -extending far into the heart of the mountain as we rapidly lessened -our distance from it, and what was at first only a supposition -became a certainty--that enormous mass of rock was hollow. At last -when we were within a mile of it the skipper ordered me to keep her -away a couple of points, and had the yards checked in a little. -Then, binocular in hand, he mounted to the main-top and gazed long -and earnestly into the gloom of that tremendous cavern, whose floor -was at least fifty feet above high-water mark. In and out of it -flew a busy company of sea-birds, their snow-white wings gleaming -brightly against the dark background. We were so close now that we -could hear the sullen murmur of the restless waters about the base of -those wall-like cliffs, and even with the unassisted eye could see -a considerable distance within. Much anxiety began to be manifested -by all except the skipper, for everybody knew well how strong an -inset is always experienced in such positions. And as we got dead to -leeward of the rock we lost the wind--it was shut off from us by that -immense barrier. All hands were now on deck, and as “eight bells” was -struck the crisp notes came back to us with startling distinctness -from the innermost recesses of the great cavern. It was undoubtedly -a trying moment for us all, for we did not know what was going to -happen. But the old man descended leisurely, saying to the mate as -his foot touched the deck, “I’d give five hundred dollars to be able -to look round that ther hole. Ef thar ain’t suthin’ on-common to it -I’m a hoss.” “Wall, Cap’n,” answered Mr. Peck, “I guess one o’ these -yer Kanakas ’d hev’n all-fired hard dig at it fur a darn sight less -’n that. But doan’ ye think we mout so well be gittin’ a bit ov’n -offin’? I’m er soshibul man m’self, ’n thet’s a fack, but I’ll be -gol durned ef I wouldn’t jest ’s lieve be a few mile further away ’s -not.” As he spoke the reflex eddy of the wind round the other side -of the rock filled our head sails and we paid off to leeward smartly -enough. A sensation of relief rippled through all hands as the -good old tub churned up the water again and slipped away from that -terribly dangerous vicinity. - -The old man’s words having been plainly heard by several of us, -there was much animated discussion of them during that forenoon -watch below to the exclusion of every other topic. As many different -surmises were set afloat as to what the mystery of that gloomy abyss -might be as there were men in our watch, but finally we all agreed -that whatever it was the old man would find a way to unravel it if -it was within the range of human possibility. A week passed away, -during which the weather remained wonderfully fine, a most unusual -occurrence in that place. A big whale was caught, and the subsequent -proceedings effectually banished all thoughts of the mystery from -our minds for the time; but when the ship had regained her normal -neatness and the last traces of our greasy occupation had been -cleared away, back with a swing came the enthralling interest in that -cave. Again we headed up for the rock with a failing air of wind -that finally left us when we were a scant two miles from it. Then -two sturdy little Kanakas, who had lately been holding interminable -consultations with each other, crept aft and somehow made the old -man understand that they were willing to attempt the scaling of that -grim ocean fortress. Their plan of campaign was simple. A boat was -to take them in as close as was prudent, carrying three whale lines, -or over 5000 feet. Each of them would have a “Black fish poke” or -bladder which is about as big as a four-gallon cask, and when fully -inflated is capable of floating three men easily. They would also -take with them a big coil of stout fishing-line which when they took -the water they would pay out behind them, one end being secured to -the boat. Thus equipped, they felt confident of being able to effect -a landing. Without hesitation, such was his burning desire to know -more about that strange place, he accepted the brave little men’s -offer. No time was lost. In less than a quarter of an hour all was -ready, and away went the boat, manned by five of our best men and -steered by the skipper himself. She was soon on the very margin -of safety, and without a moment’s hesitation away went the daring -darkies. Like seals they dodged the roaring eddies, as if amphibious, -they slacked off their bladders and dived beneath the ugly combers -that now and then threatened to hurl them against the frowning face -of the rock. Suddenly one of them disappeared entirely. We thought -he had been dashed to pieces and had sunk, but almost immediately -the other one vanished also. Hardly a breath was drawn among us, our -hearts stood still. The skipper’s face was a study in mental agony. -Silently he signed to us to pull a stroke or two although already we -were in a highly dangerous position. What we felt none of us could -describe when, sending all the blood rushing to our heads, we heard -an eldritch yell multiplied indefinitely by a whole series of echoes. -And there high above our heads on the brink of the cave stood the two -gallant fellows apparently frantic with delight. A big tear wandered -reluctantly down each of the skipper’s rugged cheeks as he muttered -“Starn all,” and in obedience to his order the boat shot seaward a -few lengths into safety. Thus we waited for fully an hour, while the -two Kanakas were invisible, apparently busy with their explorations. -At last they appeared again, holding up their hands as if to show -us something. Then they shouted some indistinct words which by the -gestures that accompanied them we took to mean that they would now -return. Again they disappeared, but in less than five minutes we saw -them battling with the seething surf once more. Now we could help -them, and by hauling steadily on the fishing-lines we soon had them -in the boat and were patting their smooth brown backs. They said that -they had found a sort of vertical tunnel whose opening was beneath -the water, which they had entered by diving. It led right up into the -cave, which was of tremendous extent, so large, in fact, that they -had not explored a tenth of it. But not far from its entrance they -had found the bones of a man! By his side lay a sheath-knife and a -brass belt buckle. Nothing more. And the mystery of the Solander was -deeper than ever. We never again attempted its solution. - - - - - OUR AMPHIBIOUS ARMY - - -Once more the logic of events is compelling the attention of all -and sundry to the fact, hardly realised by the great majority -of people, that in the personnel of the Navy we have a force of -warriors that on land as well as at sea have not their equals in the -world. The overwhelming preponderance of our naval power deprives -these magnificent men of the opportunity to show an astounded world -what they are capable of on their own element; how they can handle -the terrible engines of war with which modern engineering science -has equipped them; but in spite of the fact that as a nation we -know little of the doings of our new Navy upon the sea, there is -undoubtedly a solid simple faith in its absolute pre-eminence. Like -the deeds of all true heroes, the work of our sailors is done out -of sight; there are no applauding crowds to witness the incessant -striving after perfection that goes on in our ships of war. We rarely -see a company of bluejackets ashore unless we have the good fortune -to live at some of the ports favoured by men-o’-war. There, if we -feel interested, we may occasionally get a glimpse of a drill-party -landed, and watch the way in which Jack handles himself and his -weapons freed from the hampering environment of his ship’s decks. -And to those who enjoy the spectacle of a body of men at the highest -pitch of physical development, clothed in garments that permit the -utmost freedom of limb, and actuated every one by an intelligent -desire after perfection, the sight is worth any trouble to obtain. -Really, it is “heady” as strong wine. To the dash and enthusiasm of -public-school boys the men unite an intense pride in their profession -and an intellectual obedience that is amazing to the beholder. - -Yet it should be remembered that shore-drill is for them only a -small interlude, an occasional break in the constant stream of -duties that claims every unit on board of a man-o’-war throughout -each working day. There is so very much to do in the keeping up to -perfect fitness of the vast complication of a modern ship of war that -only the most careful organisation and apportionment of duties makes -the performance possible. But sandwiched in between such routine -work comes so great a variety of marine evolutions that the mind is -staggered to contemplate them. It would be well for all landsmen -reading of the doings of a Naval Brigade ashore to remember this--to -bear in mind that if Jack excels as a soldier, preparation for which -duty is made in the merest fag-ends and scraps of his time, he is -superexcellent in the performance of his main business, which he does -in the privacy of the sea, with only the approval of his superior -officers--and his pride in the British Navy--to encourage him. How -would it be possible to convey to the lay mind the significance of -even one of these complicated evolutions that are sprung upon Jack -at all sorts of times without a moment’s warning? How reveal the -significance of such a manifestation of readiness for all emergencies -as is shown by, say, the bugle-call “Prepare for action”? The ship -is in a state of normal peace. Every member of the crew is engaged -either upon such private matters as making or mending clothes, -school-room duties, or other domestic relaxations peculiar to a watch -below; or on the never-ending work of cleaning steel and brass, &c., -that must be done whatever goes undone. At the first note of alarm -every one springs to attention, before half the tune has vibrated -they are swarming like bees round an overturned hive, and by the -time that any ordinary individual would have realised the import of -the command the whole interior of the ship is transformed. Great -masses of iron that look immovable as if built into the hull have -disappeared, every aperture whereby water could gain access below -is hermetically sealed, each subdivision of the ship is isolated by -water-tight doors, and from hidden depths with ponderous clangour -is rising the food for the shining monsters above. The racks are -stripped of revolvers and cutlasses, the mess-traps and tables -have disappeared from the lower deck, and, showing all her teeth, -the mighty weapon of war is ready for the foe. If the watchful -head of affairs has noted with satisfaction the number of minutes -absorbed in this general upheaval of things, his word or two of -approval circulates with electric swiftness from fighting-top to -torpedo-flat; should he frown darkly upon a few seconds’ delay, there -is gloom on all faces and frantic searching of heart among those who -may be held responsible therefor. - -For be it noted that the perfunctory leisurely performance of -any duty is unthinkable in the Navy. The Scriptural injunction, -“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might,” is -fully acted upon there, not only by command, but with the gleeful -co-operation of those commanded. And hence it is that whenever a -Naval Brigade is called upon for service ashore, their behaviour is -such as to call for wonder and admiration even from those who know -least about the difficulties they overcome. Their high spirits, -the frolicsome way in which they attack the most tremendous tasks, -compel even their bitterest enemies to bear witness in their favour, -while hardships that would disable or dishearten landsmen only seem -to heighten their enjoyment. It has often been said that during one -of our West African campaigns the conduct of the Naval Brigade in -one peculiar direction was unique. Orders had been given that in -consequence of the danger of lying on the ground every man should -collect a sufficient pile of brushwood upon which to raise his body -while he slept. To the rank-and-file of the Army this duty, coming at -the end of a fatiguing day’s march, was a terrible one, although it -was practically their only safeguard against disease. They wandered -wearily about in the darkness seeking sticks for their couch, and -trying all kinds of dodges to evade the salutary regulation. But -Johnny Haul-taut thought it fine fun. Not only was his pile of -sticks collected in double-quick time, but he was noways backward in -lending a helping hand to his less adaptable march-mates of the Army, -and after that he had still so much superfluous energy to spare that -he must needs dance a great deal before retiring to rest, flinging -himself about in uproarious merriment while tired soldiers were still -seeking material for their couches. - -Amid all the revenges that time affords the sons of men, could there -be anything more dramatic than that exemplified by the relative -positions of soldier and sailor to-day? Recall the infant days of -the Navy, when the sailor was looked upon as a base mechanic, one -degree perhaps better than the galley-slave who, chained to the oar, -enacted the part of machinery whereby the warship was brought into -action, and lived or died as it might happen without ever having -a say in the matter or an opportunity for self-defence. Picture -the proud mail-clad warriors striding on board the ships, hardly -deigning to notice the mariners who trimmed the sails and handled -the vessels--mere rope-haulers, coarse and uncouth, destitute of any -military virtues, and only fit, indeed, to be the humble attendants -upon the behests of warlike men. Think of the general taking command -of a fleet, fresh from leaguers and pitched battles ashore, and -giving his orders to the ships as to a troop of horse. And then -remember the great change in the relations of soldier and sailor -now. Not only is the sailor a man of war from his youth up, but all -his training tends to bring out resourcefulness, individuality, and -self-reliance, not only in the officer but in the humblest seaman. -Without in the least intending the very slightest disparagement -to our gallant and able Army officers--men who have proved their -ability as well as their courage on so many battlefields--it may be -permissible to quote the recent words of a first-class petty officer, -a bos’un’s mate on board of one of her Majesty’s ships, who said: -“There ain’t a General livin’ as can handle a fleet, but I’ll back -e’er a one of our Admirals to handle an army agenst the smartest -General we’ve got.” He probably meant an army of sailors, for the -behaviour of even the finest troops would hardly satisfy the ideas -of smartness held by an Admiral. He has been taught to expect his -men to combine the characteristics of cats, monkeys, game-cocks, -and bulldogs, with a high order of human intelligence to leaven the -whole. Remembering all this, it would be interesting to know, if the -knowledge were to be had, the history of the struggle that resulted -in the sailor throwing off the rule of the soldier at sea. That it -was long and bitter, admits of no doubt, for it has left its traces -even now, traces that it would, perhaps, be invidious to point -out. Foreign critics sneer at most things English, and institute -unfavourable comparisons, but it is gratifying to note that such -comparisons are never made between the British naval officer and any -other warriors soever. The task would, indeed, be an ungrateful one -for any critic attempting it in the hope of proving shortcomings on -the part of these splendid sailors--well, perhaps the word “sailors” -will hardly fit them now. The handling of ships still forms an -important part of their manifold duties, but when one realises what -their scientific attainments must be in order to discharge all those -duties, it becomes quite a mental problem how ever the naval officer -of to-day manages to know so much at such an age as he usually is -when he becomes a Lieutenant. That he does manage it we all know, -and not only so, but, instead of shrivelling up into a sapless, -spectacled student, he retains a sparkling boyishness of demeanour, a -readiness for fun and frolic of all kinds that is contagious, making -the most morbid visitor admitted to intimate acquaintanceship with -the life of a warship feel as if the weight of years had suddenly -been lifted from him. - -With that keen insight which always characterises him, Mr. Kipling -has noted in marvellous language what he terms the almost “infernal -mobility” of a battleship’s crew--how at a given signal there -suddenly bursts from her grim sides a fleet of boats, warships -in miniature, each self-contained and full of possibilities of -destruction. The sight of “Man and arm boats” simultaneously carried -out in less than a dozen minutes by every ship in a squadron, the -sudden mobilisation of an army numbering between two and three -thousand perfectly equipped sinewy men in whose vocabulary the word -“impossible” has no place, is one that should be witnessed by every -thoughtful citizen who would understand the composition of our -first line of defence. Better still, perhaps, that he should see -the operation performed of transhipping guns, such guns as those -landed by the tars of the _Powerful_ and used with such effect at -Ladysmith. One would like to know for certain whether it is true, -as reported, that her 6-inch rifles were landed as well as the 4.7 -guns. The latter were a handful, no doubt, but the former! They are -twenty feet long, they weigh seven tons, and have a range of 11,000 -yards;--penetration at 1000 yards, 11.6 inch of iron. 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Arthur Pearson, Ltd.</p> -<p class="pfs100">Henrietta Street</p> -<p class="pfs100 p1">1901</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="Preface">Preface</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Most</span> of the Essays brought together in the -present volume have been published in the -<cite>Spectator</cite>, and are here reproduced by the kind -permission of the proprietors of that journal, for -which I offer them my hearty thanks. It may -perhaps not be out of place to mention, for the -benefit of any who may wish to know why these -Articles have been published in book form, that -the action has been taken in deference to the -wishes of a very large number of friends who, -having read the sketches in the <cite>Spectator</cite>, desired -to have them collected in a permanent and -handy shape.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_vii"></a>[vii]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="Contents">Contents</h2> -</div> - -<table class="autotable" width="95%" summary=""> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"></td> -<td class="tdr fs60">PAGE</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Orphan</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Porpoise Myth</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Cats on Board Ship</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Old East Indiaman</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Floor of the Sea</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Shakespeare and the Sea</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Skipper of the “Amulet”</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Among the Enchanted Isles</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sociable Fish</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Alligators and Mahogany</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Country Life on Board Ship</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">“<span class="smcap">The Way of a Ship</span>”</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sea Etiquette</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Waves</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Battleship of To-day</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Nat’s Monkey</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Big Game at Sea</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_218">218</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Sea Change</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_230">230</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Last Voyage of the “Sarah Jane”</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sea-Superstitions</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_254">254</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Ocean Winds</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_260">260</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Sea in the New Testament</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_268">268</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_viii"></a>[viii]</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Polity of a Battleship</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_276">276</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Privacy of the Sea</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Voices of the Sea</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_292">292</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Calling of Captain Ramirez</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Marathon of the Seals</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_313">313</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Ocean Currents</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_319">319</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Undying Romance of the Sea<span class="pad6"> </span></span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_327">327</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sailors’ Pets</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_334">334</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Survivors</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_341">341</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Beneath the Surface</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_351">351</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">By Way of Amends</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_361">361</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Mystery of the “Solander”</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_371">371</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Our Amphibious Army</span></td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_381">381</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_1"></a>[1]</span></p> - -<p class="pfs240">A Sack of Shakings</p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ORPHAN">THE ORPHAN</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Shining</span> serenely as some immeasurable mirror beneath -the smiling face of heaven, the solitary ocean -lay in unrippled silence. It was in those placid -latitudes south of the line in the Pacific, where -weeks, aye months, often pass without the marginless -blue level being ruffled by any wandering keel. Here, -in almost perfect security from molestation by man, -the innumerable denizens of the deep pursue their -never-ending warfare, doubtless enjoying to the full -the brimming cup of life, without a weary moment, -and with no dreary anticipations of an unwanted -old age.</p> - -<p>Now it fell on a day that the calm surface of that -bright sea was broken by the sudden upheaval of a -compact troop of sperm whales from the inscrutable -depths wherein they had been roaming and recruiting -their gigantic energies upon the abundant molluscs, -hideous of mien and insatiable of maw, that, like -creations of a diseased mind, lurked far below the -sunshine. The school consisted of seven cows and -one mighty bull, who was unique in appearance, -for instead of being in colour the unrelieved sepia<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_2"></a>[2]</span> -common to his kind he was curiously mottled with -creamy white, making the immense oblong cube of -his head look like a weather-worn monolith of Siena -marble. Easeful as any Arabian khalif, he lolled -supine upon the glittering folds of his couch, the -welcoming wavelets caressing his vast form with -gentlest touch, and murmuring softly as by their -united efforts they rocked him in rhythm with their -melodic lullaby. Around him glided his faithful -harem—gentle timid creatures, no one of them a -third of their lord’s huge bulk, but still majestic in -their proportions, being each some forty-five feet in -length by thirty in girth. Unquestionably the monarch -of the flood, their great chief accepted in complacent -dignity their unremitting attentions, nor did their -playful gambols stir him in the least from his attitude -of complete repose.</p> - -<p>But while the busy seven were thus disporting -themselves in happy security there suddenly appeared -among them a delightful companion in the shape of -a newly-born calf, elegantly dappled like his sire, the -first-born son of the youngest mother in the group. -It is not the habit of the cachalot to show that intense -self-effacing devotion to its young which is evinced -by other mammals, especially whales of the mysticetæ. -Nevertheless, as the expectation of this latest addition -to the family had been the reason of their visit to -these quiet latitudes, his coming made a pleasant little -ripple of satisfaction vibrate throughout the group. -Even the apparently impenetrable stolidity of the head -of the school was aroused into some faint tokens of -interest in the new-comer, who clung leech-like to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_3"></a>[3]</span> -his mother’s side, vigorously draining the enormous -convexity of her bosom of its bounteous flood of -milk. So well did he thrive, that at the end of a -week the youngster was able to hold his own with -the school in a race, and competent also to remain -under water quite as long as his mother. Then the -stately leader signified to his dependants that the -time was now at hand when they must change their -pleasant quarters. Food was less plentiful than it -had been, which was but natural, remembering the -ravages necessarily made by such a company of -monsters. Moreover, a life of continual ease and -slothful luxury such as of late had been theirs was -not only favourable to the growth of a hampering -investiture of parasites—barnacles, limpets, and weed—all -over their bodies, but it completely unfitted -them for the stern struggle awaiting them, when in -their periodical progress round the world they should -arrive on the borders of the fierce Antarctic Zone. -And besides all these, had they forgotten that they -were liable to meet with man! A sympathetic -shudder ran through every member of the school -at that dreaded name, under the influence of which -they all drew closer around their chief, sweeping their -broad flukes restlessly from side to side and breathing -inaudibly.</p> - -<p>The outcome of the conference, decided, as human -meetings of the kind are apt to be, by the commanding -influence of one master will, was that on -the next day they would depart for the south by -easy stages through the teeming “off-shore” waters -of South America. All through that quiet night the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_4"></a>[4]</span> -mighty creatures lay almost motionless on the surface, -each the opaque centre of a halo of dazzling emerald -light, an occasional drowsy spout from their capacious -lungs sliding through the primeval stillness like the -sigh of some weary Titan. When at last the steel-blue -dome above, with its myriad diamond spangles, -began to throb and glow with tremulous waves of -lovely vari-coloured light flowing before the conquering -squadrons of the sun, the whole troop, in open -order about their guide, turned their heads steadfastly -to the south-west, steering an absolutely undeviating -course for their destination by their innate sense of -direction alone. Up sprang the flaming sun, a vast -globe of fervent fire that even at the horizon’s edge -seemed to glow with meridian strength. And right -in the centre of his blazing disc appeared three -tiny lines, recognisable even at that distance by the -human eye as the masts of a ship whose hull was -as yet below the apparent meeting-place of sea and -sky. This apparition lay fairly in the path of the -advancing whales, who, unhappily for them, possessed -but feeble vision, and that only at its best straight -behind them. So on they went in leisurely fashion, -occasionally pausing for a dignified descent in search -of food, followed by an equally stately reappearance -and resumption of their journey. Nearer and -nearer they drew to the fatal area wherein they -would become visible to the keen-eyed watchers at -the mast-head of that lonely ship, still in perfect -ignorance of any possible danger being at hand. -Suddenly that mysterious sense owned by them, -which is more than hearing, gave warning of approaching<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_5"></a>[5]</span> -peril. All lay still, though quivering -through every sinew of their huge bodies with the -apprehension of unknown enemies, their heads half -raised from the sparkling sea-surface and their fins -and flukes testing the vibrations of the mobile -element like the diaphragm of a phonograph. Even -the youngling clung to his mother’s side as if glued -thereto under the influence of a terror that, while -it effectually stilled his sportiveness, gave him no -hint of what was coming. At the instance of the -Head all sank silently and stone-like without any -of those preliminary tail-flourishings and arching of -the back that always distinguish the unworried whale -from one that has received alarming news in the -curious manner already spoken of. They remained -below so long and went to so great a depth, that all -except the huge leader were quite exhausted when -they returned again to the necessary air, not only -from privation of breath, but from the incalculable -pressure of the superincumbent sea. So for a brief -space they lay almost motionless, the valves of their -spiracles deeply depressed as they drew in great -volumes of revivifying breath, and their great frames -limply yielding to the heave of the gliding swell. -They had scarcely recovered their normal energy -when into their midst rushed the destroyers, bringing -with them the realisation of all those paralysing fears. -First to be attacked was the noble bull, and once -the first bewildering shock and smart had passed he -gallantly maintained the reputation of his giant race. -Every device that sagacity could conceive or fearlessness -execute was tried by him, until the troubled<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a>[6]</span> -ocean around the combatants was all a-boil, and its -so recently unsullied surface was littered with tangled -wreaths of blood-streaked foam. Whether from -affection or for protection is uncertain, but the rest -of the family did not attempt to flee. All seven of -the cows kept close to their lord, often appearing -as if they would shield him with their own bodies -from the invisible death-darts that continually pierced -him to the very seat of his vast vitality. And this -attachment proved their own destruction, for their -assailants, hovering around them with the easy -mobility of birds, slew them at their leisure, not -even needing to hamper themselves by harpooning -another individual. Instead, they wielded their long -lances upon the unresisting females, leaving the -ocean monarch to his imminent death. So successful -were these tactics that before an hour had flown, -while yet the violet tint of departing night lingered -on the western edge of the sea, the last one of those -mighty mammals had groaned out the dregs of her -life. Flushed with conquest and breathless from their -great exertions, the victors lolled restfully back in -their boats, while all around them upon the incarnadined -waters the massy bodies of their prey lay -gently swaying to the slumberous roll of the silent -swell.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile, throughout that stark battle, what of -the youngling’s fate? By almost a miracle, he had -passed without scathe. What manner of dread convulsion -of Nature was in progress he could not know—he -was blind and deaf and almost lifeless with -terror. With all that wide ocean around him he<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span> -knew not whither to flee from this day of wrath. Of -all those who had been to him so brief a space ago -the living embodiment of invincible might, not one -remained to help or shield him, none but were -involved in this cataclysm of blood. His kindred -were cut off from him, he was overlooked by his -enemies, and when he came to himself he was alone. -A sudden frantic impulse seized him, and under its -influence he fled, fled as the bee flies, but without -the homing instinct to guide him, southward through -the calm blue silences of that sleeping ocean. On, -on, he fled untiring, until behind him the emerald -sheen of his passage through the now starlit waters -broadened into a wide blaze of softest light. Before -him lay the dark, its profound depths just manifested -by the occasional transient gleam of a palpitating -medusa or the swift flight of a terrified shark. When -compelled to break the glassy surface for breath there -was a sudden splash, and amid the deep sigh from -his labouring lungs came the musical fall of the -sparkling spray. When morning dawned again on -his long objectless flight, unfailing instinct warned -him of his approach to shallower waters, and with -slackening speed he went on, through the tender -diffused sunlight of those dreamy depths, until he -came to an enormous submarine forest, where the -trees were fantastic abutments of living coral, the -leaves and fronds of dull-hued fucus or algæ, the -blossoms of orchid-like sea-anemones or zoophytes, -and the birds were darting, gliding fish, whose myriad -splendid tints blazed like illuminated jewels.</p> - -<p>Here, surely, he might be at peace and find some<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a>[8]</span> -solace for his loneliness, some suitable food to replace -that which he had hitherto always found awaiting -him, and now would find nevermore. Moving -gently through the interminably intricate avenues -of this submarine world of stillness and beauty, his -small lower jaw hanging down as usual, he found -abundant store of sapid molluscs that glided down -his gaping gullet with a pleasant tickling, and were -soon followed by a soothing sense of hunger satisfied. -When he rose to spout he was in the midst of a -weltering turmoil of broken water, where the majestic -swell fretted and roared in wrath around the hindering -peaks of a great reef—a group of islands in -the making. Here, at any rate, he was safe, for no -land was in sight whence might come a band of his -hereditary foes, while into that network of jagged -rocks no vessel would ever dare to venture. After a -few days of placid enjoyment of this secure existence -he began to feel courage and independence, although -still pining for the companionship of his kind. Thus -he might have gone on for long, but that an adventure -befell him which raised him at once to his -rightful position among the sea-folk. During his -rambles through the mazes and glades of this subaqueous -paradise he had once or twice noticed between -two stupendous columns of coral a black -space where the water was apparently of fathomless -depth. Curiosity, one of the strongest influences -actuating the animate creation, impelled him to -investigate this chasm, but something, he knew -not what, probably inherited caution, had hitherto -held him back. At last, having met with no creature<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span> -nearly his own size, and grown bold by reason of -plenteous food, he became venturesome, and made -for that gloomy abyss, bent upon searching its recesses -thoroughly. Boldly he swept between the -immense bastions that guarded it, and with a swift -upward thrust of his broad horizontal tail went -headlong down, down, down. Presently he saw -amidst the outer darkness a web of palely gleaming -lines incessantly changing their patterns and extending -over an area of a thousand square yards. They -centred upon a dull ghastly glare that was motionless, -formless, indescribable. In its midst there -was a blackness deeper, if possible, than that of -the surrounding pit. Suddenly all that writhing -entanglement wrapped him round, each clutching -snare fastening upon him with innumerable gnawing -mouths as if to devour him all over at once. With -a new and even pleasant sensation thrilling along -his spine the young leviathan hurled himself forward -at that midmost gap, his powerful jaws clashing -and his whole lithe frame upstrung with nervous -energy. Right through the glutinous musky mass -of that unthinkable chimæra he hewed his way, -heeding not in the least the wrenching, sucking -coils winding about him, and covering every inch -of his body. Absolute silence reigned as the great -fight went on. Its inequality was curiously abnormal. -For while the vast amorphous bulk of the -mollusc completely dwarfed the comparatively puny -size of the young cachalot, there was on the side of -the latter all the innate superiority of the vertebrate -carnivorous mammal with warrior instincts transmitted<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10"></a>[10]</span> -unimpaired through a thousand generations of -ocean royalty. Gradually the grip of those clinging -tentacles relaxed as he felt the succulent gelatinousness -divide, and with a bound he ascended from -that befouled abysmal gloom into the light and loveliness -of the upper air. Behind him trailed sundry -long fragments, <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">disjecta membra</i> of his late antagonist, -and upon these, after filling his lungs again and again -with the keen pure air of heaven, he feasted grandly.</p> - -<p>But in spite of the new inspiring sense of conscious -might and ability to do even as his forefathers had -done, his loneliness was heavy upon him. For, like -all mammals, the cachalot loves the fellowship of his -kin during the days of his strength; and only when -advancing age renders him unable to hold his own -against jealous rivals, or makes him a laggard in the -united chase, does he forsake the school and wander -solitary and morose about the infinite solitude of -his limitless abode. And so, surrounded by the -abundant evidences of his prowess, the young giant -meditated, while a hungry host of sharks, like jackals -at the lion’s kill, came prowling up out of the surrounding -silence, and with shrill cries of delight the -hovering bird-folk gathered in myriads to take tithe -of his enormous spoil. Unheeding the accumulating -multitudes, who gave <em>him</em> ample room and verge -enough, and full of flesh, he lay almost motionless, -when suddenly that subtle sense which, attuned to the -faintest vibrations of the mobile sea, kept him warned, -informed him that some more than ordinary commotion -was in progress not many miles away. Instantly -every sinew set taut, every nerve tingled with<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11"></a>[11]</span> -receptivity, while, quivering like some fucus frond in -a tide rip, his broad tail swayed silently to and fro, -but so easily as not to stir his body from its attitude -of intense expectation. A gannet swept over him -close down, startling him so that with one fierce -lunge of his flukes he sprang forward twenty yards; -but recovering himself he paused again, though the -impetus still bore him noiselessly ahead, the soothing -wash of the waves eddying gently around his blunt -bow. Shortly after, to his unbounded joy, a noble -company of his own folk hove in sight, two score of -them in goodliest array. They glided around him in -graceful curves, wonderingly saluting him by touching -his small body with fin, nose, and tail, and puzzled -beyond measure as to how so young a fellow-citizen -came to be inhabiting these vast wastes alone. His -tale was soon told, for the whale-people waste no -interchange of ideas, and the company solemnly -received him into their midst as a comrade who had -well earned the right to be one of their band by providing -for them so great a feast. Swiftly the spoil of -that gigantic mollusc was rescued from the marauding -sharks, and devoured; and thorough was the subsequent -search among those deep-lying darknesses -for any other monsters of the same breed that might -lie brooding in their depths. None were to be -found, although for two days and nights the questing -leviathans pursued their keen investigations. When -there remained no longer a cave unfathomed or a -maze unexplored, the leader of the school, a huge -black bull of unrivalled fame, gave the signal for -departure, and away they went in double columns,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a>[12]</span> -line ahead, due south, their splendid chief about a -cable’s length in advance. The happy youngster, no -longer astray from his kind, gambolled about the -school in unrestrained delight at the rising tide of life -that surged tumultuously through his vigorous frame. -Ah; it was so good to be alive, glorious to speed, -with body bending bow-wise, and broad fan-like -flukes spurning the brilliant waves behind him, -ecstasy to exert all the power he felt in one mad -upward rush until out into the sunlight high through -the warm air he sprang, a living embodiment of irresistible -force, and fell with a joyous crash back into -the welcoming bosom of his native deep. The sedate -patriarch of the school looked on these youthful freaks -indulgently, until, fired by the sight of his young -follower’s energy, he too put forth all his incredible -strength, launching his hundred tons or so of solid -weight clear of the embracing sea, and returning -to it again with a shock as of some Polyphemus-hurled -mountain.</p> - -<p>Thus our orphan grew and waxed great. Together, -without mishap of any kind, these lords of the flood -skirted the southern slopes of the globe. In serene -security they ranged the stormy seas from Kerguelen -to Cape Horn, from the Falklands to Table Bay. Up -through the scent-laden straits between Madagascar -and Mozambique, loitering along the burning shores -of Zanzibar and Pemba, dallying with the eddies -around the lonely Seychelles and idling away the -pleasant north-east monsoon in the Arabian Sea. -By the Bab-el-Mandeb they entered the Red Sea, -their majestic array scaring the nomad fishermen at<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a>[13]</span> -their lonely labour along the reef-besprinkled margins -thereof, remote from the straight-ruled track down -its centre along which the unwearied slaves of the -West, the great steamships, steadily thrust their undeviating -way. Here, in richest abundance, they -found their favourite food, cuttlefish of many kinds, -although none so large as those haunting the middle -depths of the outer ocean. And threading the deep -channels between the reefs great shoals of delicately -flavoured fish, beguiled by the pearly whitenesses of -those gaping throats, rushed fearlessly down them -to oblivion. So quiet were these haunts, so free -from even the remotest chance of interference by -man, their only enemy, that they remained for many -months, even penetrating well up the Gulf of Akaba, -that sea of sleep whose waters even now retain the -same primitive seclusion they enjoyed when their -shores were the cradle of mankind.</p> - -<p>But now a time was fast approaching when our -hero must needs meet his compeers in battle, if -haply he might justify his claim to be a leader in -his turn. For such is the custom of the cachalot. -The young bulls each seek to form a harem among -the younger cows of the school, and having done -so, they break off from the main band and pursue -their own independent way. This crisis in the career -of the orphan had been imminent for some time, -but now, in these untroubled seas, it could no longer -be delayed. Already several preliminary skirmishes -had taken place with no definite results, and at last, -one morning when the sea was like oil for smoothness, -and blazing like burnished gold under the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14"></a>[14]</span> -fervent glare of the sun, two out of the four young -bulls attacked the orphan at once. All around lay -the expectant brides ready to welcome the conqueror, -while in solitary state the mighty leader held aloof, -doubtless meditating on the coming time when a -mightier than he should arise and drive him from -his proud position into lifelong exile. Straight for -our hero’s massive head came his rivals, charging -along the foaming surface like bluff-bowed torpedo -rams. But as they converged upon him he also -charged to meet them, settling slightly at the same -time. Whether by accident or design I know not, -but certainly the consequence of this move was that -instead of their striking him they met one another -over his back, the shock of their impact throwing -their great heads out of the sea with a dull boom -that might have been heard for a mile. Swiftly -and gracefully the orphan turned head over flukes, -rising on his back and clutching the nearest of his -opponents by his pendulous under-jaw. The fury -of that assault was so great that the attacked one’s -jaw was wrenched sideways, until it remained at -right angles to his body, leaving him for the rest -of his life sorely hampered in even the getting of -food, but utterly incapable of ever again giving battle -to one of his own species. Then rushing towards -the other aggressor the victorious warrior inverted -his body in the sea, and brandishing his lethal flukes -smote so doughtily upon his foe that the noise of -those tremendous blows reverberated for leagues -over the calm sea, while around the combatants -the troubled waters were lashed into ridges and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_15"></a>[15]</span> -islets of snowy foam. Very soon was the battle -over. Disheartened, sick, and exhausted, the disabled -rival essayed to escape, settling stone-like until -he lay like some sunken wreck on the boulder-bestrewn -sea-bed a hundred fathoms down. Slowly, -but full of triumph, the conqueror returned to the -waiting school and, selecting six of the submissive -cows, led them away without any attempt at hindrance -on the part of the other two young bulls who -had not joined in the fray.</p> - -<p>In stately march the new family travelled southward -out of the Red Sea, along the Somali Coast, past the -frowning cliffs of Sokotra, and crossing the Arabian -Sea, skirted at their ease the pleasant Malabar littoral. -Unerring instinct guided them across the Indian -Ocean and through the Sunda Straits, until amid the -intricacies of Celebes they ended their journey for a -season. Here, with richest food in overflowing abundance, -among undisturbed reef-beds swept by constantly -changing currents, where they might chafe -their irritated skins clean from the many parasites they -had accumulated during their long Red Sea sojourn, -they remained for several seasons. Then, suddenly, -as calamities usually come, they were attacked by a -whaler as they were calmly coasting along Timor. -But never till their dying day did those whale-fishers -forget that fight. True, they secured two half-grown -cows, but at what a cost to themselves! For the -young leader, now in the full flush of vigorous life, -seemed not only to have inherited the fighting instincts -of his ancestors, but also to possess a fund of wily ferocity -that made him a truly terrible foe. No sooner<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_16"></a>[16]</span> -did he feel the first keen thrust of the harpoon than, -instead of expending his strength for naught by a -series of aimless flounderings, he rolled his huge bulk -swiftly towards his aggressors, who were busily engaged -in clearing their boat of the hampering sail, -and perforce helpless for a time. Right down upon -them came the writhing mass of living flesh, overwhelming -them as completely as if they had suddenly -fallen under Niagara. From out of that roaring -vortex only two of the six men forming the boat’s -crew emerged alive, poor fragments of humanity -tossing like chips upon the tormented sea. Then -changing his tactics, the triumphant cachalot glided -stealthily about just beneath the surface, feeling with -his sensitive flukes for anything still remaining afloat -upon which to wreak his newly aroused thirst for -vengeance. As often as he touched a floating portion -of the shattered boat, up flew his mighty flukes in a -moment, and, with a reflex blow that would have -stove in the side of a ship, he smote it into still smaller -splinters. This attention to his first set of enemies -saved the other boats from destruction, for they, using -all expedition, managed to despatch the two cows they -had harpooned, and when they returned to the scene -of disaster, the bull, unable to find anything more to -destroy, had departed with the remnant of his family, -and they saw him no more. Gloomily they traversed -the battle-field until they found the two exhausted -survivors just feebly clinging to a couple of oars, and -with them mournfully regained their ship.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile the triumphant bull was slowly making -his way eastward, sorely irritated by the galling harpoon<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_17"></a>[17]</span> -which was buried deep in his shoulders, and -wondering what the hundreds of fathoms of trailing -rope behind him could be. At last coming to a well-known -reef he managed to get the line entangled -around some of its coral pillars, and a strenuous -effort on his part tore out the barbed weapon, leaving -in its place a ragged rent in his blubber four feet -long. Such a trifle as that, a mere superficial scratch, -gave him little trouble, and with the wonderful recuperative -power possessed by all the sea-folk the -ugly tear was completely healed in a few days. -Henceforth he was to be reckoned among the most -dangerous of all enemies to any of mankind daring -to attack him, for he knew his power. This the -whalemen found to their cost. Within the next -few years his fame had spread from Cape Cod to -Chelyushkin, and wherever two whaleships met for a -spell of “gamming,” his prowess was sure to be an -absorbing topic of conversation. In fact, he became -the terror of the tortuous passages of Malaysia, and -though often attacked always managed to make good -his escape, as well as to leave behind him some -direful testimony to his ferocious cunning. At last -he fell in with a ship off Palawan, whose crew were -justly reputed to be the smartest whale-fishers from -“Down East.” Two of her boats attacked him one -lovely evening just before sunset, but the iron drew. -Immediately he felt the wound he dived perpendicularly, -but describing a complete vertical circle beneath -the boat he rose again, striking her almost -amidships with the front of his head. This, of course, -hurled the crew everywhere, besides shattering the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18"></a>[18]</span> -boat. But reversing himself again on the instant, he -brandished those awful flukes in the air, bringing -them down upon the helpless men and crushing three -of them into dead pieces. Apparently satisfied, he -disappeared in the gathering darkness.</p> - -<p>When the extent of the disaster became known on -board the ship, the skipper was speechless with rage -and grief, for the mate who had been killed was his -brother, and very dear to him. And he swore that if -it cost him a season’s work and the loss of his ship, he -would slay that man-killing whale. From that day he -cruised about those narrow seas offering large rewards -to any of his men who should first sight his enemy -again. Several weeks went by, during which not a -solitary spout was seen, until one morning in Banda -Strait the skipper himself “raised” a whale close in to -the western verge of the island. Instantly all hands -were alert, hoping against hope that this might prove -to be their long-sought foe at last. Soon the welcome -news came from aloft that it <em>was</em> a sperm whale, and -an hour later two boats left the ship, the foremost -of them commanded by the skipper. With him he -took four small barrels tightly bunged, and an extra -supply of bomb-lances, in the use of which he was an -acknowledged expert. As they drew near the unconscious -leviathan they scarcely dared breathe, and, their -oars carefully peaked, they propelled the boats by -paddles as silently as the gliding approach of a shark. -Hurrah! fast; first iron. “Starn all, men! it’s him, -d—n him, ’n I’ll slaughter him ’r he shall me.” -Backward flew the boat, not a second too soon, for -with that superhuman cunning expected of him, the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_19"></a>[19]</span> -terrible monster had spun round and was rushing -straight for them. The men pulled for dear life, the -steersman swinging the boat round as if she were on a -pivot, while the skipper pitched over the first of his -barrels. Out flashed the sinewy flukes, and before -that tremendous blow the buoyant barrico spun -through the air like a football. The skipper’s eyes -flashed with delight at the success of his stratagem, -and over went another decoy. This seemed to puzzle -the whale, but it did not hinder him, and he seemed -to keep instinctively heading towards the boat, thus -exposing only his invulnerable head. The skipper, -however, had no idea of rashly risking himself, so -heaving over his remaining barrel he kept well clear of -the furious animal’s rushes, knowing well that the -waiting game was the best. All through that bright -day the great battle raged. Many were the hair-breadth -escapes of the men, but the skipper never lost -his cool, calculating attitude. Finally the now exhausted -leviathan “sounded” in reality, remaining -down for half-an-hour. When he reappeared, he was -so sluggish in his movements that the exultant skipper -shouted, “Naow, boys, in on him! he’s our whale.” -Forward darted the beautiful craft under the practised -sweep of the six oars, and as soon as she was within -range the skipper fired his first bomb. It reached the -whale, but, buried in the flesh, its explosion was not -disabling. Still it did not spur the huge creature into -activity, for at last his strength had failed him. Another -rush in and another bomb, this time taking effect just -abaft the starboard fin. There was a momentary -accession of energy as the frightful wound caused by<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_20"></a>[20]</span> -the bursting iron tube among the monster’s viscera set -all his masses of muscle a-quiver. But this spurt was -short-lived. And as a third bomb was fired a torrent -of blood foamed from the whale’s distended spiracle, -a few fierce convulsions distorted his enormous frame, -and that puissant ocean monarch passed peacefully -into the passiveness of death.</p> - -<p>When they got the great carcass alongside, they -found embedded in the blubber no fewer than -fourteen harpoons, besides sundry fragments of exploded -bombs, each bearing mute but eloquent testimony -to the warlike career of the vanquished Titan -who began his career as an orphan.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_21"></a>[21]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_PORPOISE_MYTH">A PORPOISE MYTH</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Far</span> away to the horizon on three sides of us -stretched the sea, its wavelets all sparkling in the -sun-glade, and dancing under the touch of the sedate -trade-wind. Above hung a pale-blue dome quivering -with heat and light from the sun, that, halfway up his -road to the zenith, seemed to be in the act of breaking -his globular limit and flooding space with flame. -Ah! it was indeed pleasant to lie on that little patch -of pure sand, firm and smooth as a boarded floor, with -the rocks fringed by greenery of many kinds overshadowing -us, and the ocean murmuring at our feet.</p> - -<p>The place was a little promontory on the eastern -shore of Hapai, in the Friendly Islands, and my -companion, who lay on the sand near me, was by -birth a chief, a splendid figure of a man, with a -grave, intellectual face, and deep, solemn voice that -refused to allow the mangled English in which he -spoke to seem laughable. I knew him to be the -senior deacon of the local chapel, a devotionalist -of the most rigid kind, yet by common consent a -righteous man, well-beloved by all who knew him. -He was my “flem” or friend, who, of his own -initiative, kept me supplied with all such luxuries as -the village afforded, and so great was my admiration -for him as a man that it was with no ordinary -delight I succeeded in persuading him to accompany<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_22"></a>[22]</span> -me on a holiday ramble. He had led me through -forest paths beset by a thousand wonders of beauty -in vegetation and insect life, showing me as we -went how the untilled ground produced on every -hand abundance of delicious food for man, up over -hills from whence glimpses of land and sea scape -incessantly flashed upon the sight till my eyes grew -weary of enjoying, over skirting reefs just creaming -with the indolent wash of the sea, every square yard -of which held matter for a life’s study, but all -beautiful beyond superlatives. And at last, weary -with wondering no less than with the journey, we -had reached this sheltered nook and laid down to -rest, lulled into dreamy peace by the murmurs of -the Pacific rippling beneath us.</p> - -<p>For some time we lay silent in great content. -Every thought, every feeling, as far as I was concerned, -was just merged in complete satisfaction of -all the senses, although at times I glanced at my -grave companion, wondering dreamily if he too, -though accustomed to these delights all his life long, -could feel that deep enjoyment of them that I, a -wanderer from the bleak and unsettled North, was -saturated with. But while this and kindred ideas -lazily ebbed and flowed through my satisfied brain, -the bright expanse of sea immediately beneath us -suddenly started into life. A school of porpoises, -numbering several hundreds, broke the surface, new -risen from unknown depths, and began their merry -gambols as if the superabundant life animating them -must find a vent. They formed into three divisions, -marched in undulating yet evenly spaced lines,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_23"></a>[23]</span> -amalgamated, separated, reformed. At one moment -all clustered in one central mass, making the placid -sea boil; the next, as if by a pivotal explosion, they -were rushing at headlong speed in radiating lines -towards a circumference. As if at preconcerted -signal, they reached it and disappeared. Perfect -quiet ensued for perhaps two minutes. Then, in -solemn measure, solitary individuals, scattered over -a vast area, rose into the air ten, fifteen, twenty feet, -turned and fell, but, at our distance from them, in -perfect silence. This pretty play continued for some -time, the leaps growing gradually less vigorous -until they ceased altogether, and we saw the whole -company massing themselves in close order far out -to sea. A few minutes, for breathing space I suppose, -and then in one magnificent charge, every individual -leaping twenty feet at each bound, they came -thundering shoreward. It was an inspiring sight, -that host of lithe black bodies in maddest rush along -the sea-surface, lashing it into dazzling foam, and -sending across to our ears a deep melodious roar -like the voice of many waters. Within a hundred -yards of the shore they disappeared abruptly, as if -an invisible line had there been drawn, and presently -we saw them leisurely departing eastward, as though, -playtime over, they had now resumed the normal -flow of everyday duties.</p> - -<p>While I lay quietly wondering over the amazing -display I had just witnessed, I was almost startled -to hear my companion speak, for he seldom did so -unless spoken to first. (I translate.) “The great -game of the sea-pigs that we have just seen brings<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_24"></a>[24]</span> -back to my memory an old story which is still told -among our people, but one which we are trying hard -to forget with all the others, because they are of the -evil days, and stir up in our children those feelings -that we have fought so long to bury beyond resurrection. -This story, however, is harmless enough, -although I should neither tell it to, or listen to it -from, one of mine own people. Long ago when -we worshipped the old cruel gods, and my ancestors -were chief priests of that worship, holding all the -people under their rule in utter terror and subjection, -our chief, yes, our only, business besides religion -was war. Our women were slaves who were only -born for our service, and it is not easy now to -understand what our feelings then were toward the -sex to whom we are now so tender. Our only talk -was of the service of the gods and of war, which -indeed was generally undertaken for some religious -reason, more often than not to provide human -victims for sacrifice. In one of these constantly -recurring wars the men of Tonga-tabu—of course -each group of these islands was then independent -of the others—made a grand raid upon Hapai. They -were helped by some strangers, who had been -washed ashore from some other islands to the -northward, to build bigger and better war-canoes -than had ever before been seen, for our people were -never famous for canoe-building. They kept their -plans so secret that when at daybreak one morning -the news ran round Hapai that a whole fleet of -war-canoes were nearing the shore, our people were -like a school of flying-fish into the midst of which<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_25"></a>[25]</span> -some dolphin has suddenly burst. One of my -ancestors, called ‘The Bone-Breaker’ from his great -strength and courage, met the invaders with a mere -handful of his followers and delayed their landing -for hours until he and all his warriors were killed. -By this time fresh bands were continually arriving, -so that the warriors from Tonga must needs fight -every inch of their way through the islands. And -as they destroyed band after band their war-hunger -became greater, their rage rose, and they determined -to leave none of us living except such as they kept -for sacrifice on their altars at home. Day after day -the slaughter went on, ever more feeble grew the -defence, until warriors who had never refused the -battle hid themselves like the pêca in holes of the -rocks. Behind us, about two miles inland, there is -a high hill with a flat top and steep sides. To this -as a shelter fled all the unmarried girls of our -people, fearing to be carried away as slaves to Tonga, -but never dreaming of being slain if their hiding-place -was found. Here they remained unseen for -seven days, until, ravenous with hunger, they were -forced to leave their hiding-place and come down. -But they hoped that, although no tidings had reached -them from outside, their enemies had departed. Four -hundred of them reached the plain over which we -passed just now, weak with fasting, with no man to -lead them, trembling at every rustling branch in the -forest around. All appeared as it does to-day, the -islands seemed slumbering in serene peace, although -they knew that every spot where their people had -lived was now defiled by the recent dead.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_26"></a>[26]</span></p> - -<p>“While they paused, huddling together irresolutely, -there suddenly burst upon their ears a tempest of -exultant yells, and from both sides of the hill they -had lately left the whole force of Tongans rushed -after them. They fled as flies the booby before the -frigate-bird, and with as little hope of escape. Before -them spread this same bright sea smiling up at them -as if in welcome. You know how our people love -the sea, love to cradle ourselves on its caressing -waves from the day when, newly born, our mothers -lay us in its refreshing waters, until even its life-giving -touch can no longer reanimate our withered bodies. -So who can wonder that the maidens fled to it for -refuge. Over this shining sand they rushed, plunging -in ranks from yonder reef-edge into the quiet blue -beyond. Hard behind them came the hunters, sure -of their prey. They reached the reef and stared with -utter dread and amazement upon the pretty play of -a great school of porpoises that, in just such graceful -evolutions as we have now seen, manifested their -full enjoyment of life. Terror seized upon those -blood-lusting Tongans, their muscles shrank and their -weapons fell. Had there been one hundred Hapaian -warriors left alive they might have destroyed the -whole Tongan host, for it was become as a band of -lost and terrified children dreading at every step to -meet the vengeance of the gods. But there were -none to hinder them, so they fled in safety to their -own shores, never to invade Hapai again. And when, -after many years, the few survivors of that week of -death had repeopled Hapai, the story of the four -hundred maidens befriended by the sea-gods in their<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_27"></a>[27]</span> -time of need was the most frequently told among -us. And to this day is the porpoise ‘taboo,’ although -we know now that this legend, as well as all the -others which have been so carefully preserved among -us, is only the imagination of our forefathers’ hearts. -Yet I often wish that we knew some of them were -true.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_28"></a>[28]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CATS_ON_BOARD_SHIP">CATS ON BOARD SHIP</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Many</span> stories are current about the peculiar aptitude -possessed by sailors of taming all sorts of wild -creatures that chance to come under their care, most -of them having a much firmer basis of fact than sea-yarns -are usually given credit for. But of all the -pets made by Jack none ever attains so intimate an -acquaintance with him, so firm a hold upon his -affections, as the cat, about whom so many libellous -things are said ashore. All things considered, a ship’s -forecastle is about the last place in the world that one -would expect to find favoured by a cat for its permanent -abiding place. Subject as it is at all times to -sudden invasion by an encroaching wave, always at -the extremes of stuffiness or draughtiness, never by -any chance cheered by the glow of a fire, or boasting -even an apology for a hearthrug,—warmth-loving, -luxurious pussy cannot hope to find any of those -comforts that her long acquaintance with civilisation -has certainly given her an innate hankering after. -No cat’s-meat man purveying regular rations of -savoury horse-flesh, so much beloved by even the -daintiest aristocrats of the cat family, ever gladdens -her ears with the dulcet cry of “Meeeet, cassmeet,” -nor, saddest lack of all, is there ever to be found a -saucer of milk for her delicate cleanly lapping. And -yet, strange as it may appear, despite the superior<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_29"></a>[29]</span> -attractions offered by the friendly steward at the after-end -of the ship, irresponsive to the blandishments of -the captain and officers, I have many times been shipmate -with cats who remained steadily faithful to the -fo’c’s’le throughout the length of an East Indian or -Colonial voyage. They could hardly be said to have -any preferences for individual members of the crew, -being content with the universal attention paid them -by all, although as a rule they found a snug berth in -some man’s bunk which they came to look upon as -theirs by prescriptive right, their shelter in time of -storm, and their refuge, when in harbour the scanty -floor place of the fo’c’s’le afforded no safe promenade -for anything bearing a tail. Only once or twice in all -my experience have I seen any cruelty offered to a -cat on board ship, and then the miscreant who thus -offended against the unwritten law had but a sorry -time of it thereafter.</p> - -<p>Personally, I have been honoured by the enduring -fellowship of many cats whose attachment to me for -myself alone (for I had nothing to give them to eat -but a little chewed biscuit) effectually settled for me -the question of what some people are pleased to call -the natural selfishness of cats. My first experience -was on my second voyage when I was nearly thirteen -years old. On my first voyage we had no cat, strange -to say, in either of the three ships I belonged to -before I got back to England. But when I joined -the <i>Brinkburn</i> in London for the West Indies as boy, -I happened to be the first on board to take up my -quarters in the fo’c’s’le. I crept into my lonely bunk -that night feeling very small and forgotten, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_30"></a>[30]</span> -huddled myself into my ragged blanket trying to get -warm and go to sleep. It was quite dark, and the -sudden apparition of two glaring green eyes over the -edge of my bunk sent a spasm of fear through me for -a moment, until I felt soft feet walking over me and -heard the pretty little crooning sound usually made -by a complacent mother-cat over her kittens. I put -up my hands and felt the warm fur, quite a thrill of -pleasure trickling over me as pussy pleasantly responded -with a loud satisfied purr. We were quite -glad of each other I know, for as I cuddled her -closely to me, the vibrations of her purring comforted -me so that in a short time I was sound asleep. -Thenceforward puss and I were the firmest of friends. -In fact she was the only friend I had on board that -hateful ship. For the crew were a hard-hearted lot, -whose treatment of me was consistently barbarous, -and even the other boy, being much bigger and -stronger than I was, used to treat me as badly as any -of them. But when night came and the faithful cat -nestled in by my side during my watch below, I -would actually forget my misery for a short time in -the pleasant consciousness that <em>something</em> was fond of -me. It was to my bunk she invariably fled for refuge -from the ill-natured little terrier who lived aft, and -never missed an opportunity of flying at her when he -saw her on deck. Several times during the passage -she found flying-fish that dropped on deck at night, -and, by some instinct I do not pretend to explain, -brought them to where I crouched by the cabin-door. -Then she would munch the sweet morsel contentedly, -looking up at me between mouthfuls as if to tell me<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_31"></a>[31]</span> -how much she was enjoying her unwonted meal, or -actually leaving it for a minute or two to rub herself -against me and arch her back under my fondling -hand. Two days before we left Falmouth, Jamaica, -on the homeward passage, she had kittens, five tiny -slug-like things, that lived in my bunk in their -mother’s old nest. The voyage ended abruptly on -the first day out of harbour by the vessel running -upon an outlying spur of coral only a few miles from -the port. After a day and night of great exertion and -exposure the ship slid off the sharp pinnacles of the -reef into deep water, giving us scant time to escape -on board one of the small craft that clustered alongside -salving the cargo. The few rags I owned were -hardly worth saving, but indeed I did not think of -them. All my care was for an old slouch hat in -which lay the five kittens snug and warm, while the -anxious mother clung to me so closely that I had no -difficulty in taking her along too. When we got -ashore, although it cost me a bitter pang, I handed -the rescued family over to the hotel-keeper’s daughter, -a comely mulatto girl, who promised me that my old -shipmate should from that time live in luxury.</p> - -<p>From that time forward I was never fortunate -enough to have a cat for my very own for a long -time. Nearly every ship I was in had a cat, or even -two, but they were common property, and their -attentions were severely impartial. Then it came -to pass that I joined a very large and splendid ship -in Adelaide as second mate. Going on board for -the first time, a tiny black kitten followed me persistently -along the wharf. It had evidently strayed<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_32"></a>[32]</span> -a long way and would not be put off, although I -made several attempts to escape from it, feeling that -perhaps I might be taking it away from a better -home than I could possibly give it. It succeeded -in following me on board, and when I took possession -of the handsome cabin provided for me in the -after end of the after deckhouse facing the saloon, -it installed itself therein, purring complete approval -of its surroundings. Now, in spite of the splendour -of the ship and the natural pride I felt in being an -officer on board of her, it must be confessed that I -was exceedingly lonely. The chief officer was an -elderly man of about fifty-five who had long commanded -ships, and he considered it beneath his -dignity to associate with such a mere lad as he -considered me. Besides, he lived in the grand cabin. -I could not forgather with the saloon passengers, -who rarely came on the main-deck at all where I -lived, and I was forbidden to go forward and visit -those in the second saloon. Therefore during my -watch below I was doomed to solitary state, cut off -from the companionship of my kind with the sole -exception of the urbane and gentlemanly chief -steward, who did occasionally (about once a week) -spend a fraction of his scanty leisure in conversation -with me. Thus it came about that the company of -“Pasht,” as I called my little cat, was a perfect -godsend. He slept on my pillow when I was in my -bunk, when I sat at my table writing or reading he -sat close to my hand. And if I wrote long, paying no -attention to him, he would reach out a velvety paw -and touch the handle of my pen, ever so gently,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_33"></a>[33]</span> -looking up at my face immediately to see if my -attention had been diverted. Often I took no notice -but kept on with my work, quietly putting back the -intruding paw when it became too troublesome. At -last, as if unable to endure my neglect any longer, -he would get up and walk on to the paper, sitting -down in the centre of the sheet with a calm assurance -that now I must notice him that was very funny. -Then we would sit looking into the depths of each -other’s eyes as if trying mutual mesmerism. It -generally ended by his climbing up on to my -shoulder and settling into the hollow of my neck, -purring softly in my ear, while I wrote or read on -until I was quite stiff with the constrained position -I kept for fear of disturbing him. Whenever I went -on deck at night to keep my watch he invariably -came with me, keeping me company throughout my -four hours’ vigil on the poop. Always accustomed -to going barefoot, from which I was precluded during -the day owing to my position, I invariably enjoyed -the absence of any covering for my feet in the night -watches. My little companion evidently thought my -bare feet were specially put on for his amusement, -for after a few sedate turns fore and aft by my side, -he would hide behind the skylights and leap out -upon them as I passed, darting off instantly in high -glee at the feat he had performed. Occasionally I -would turn the tables on him by going a few feet -up the rigging, when he would sit and cry, baby-like, -until I returned and comforted him. I believe -he knew every stroke of the bell as well as I did. -One of the apprentices always struck the small bell<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_34"></a>[34]</span> -at the break of the poop every half-hour, being -answered by the look-out man on the big bell forward. -“Pasht” never took the slightest notice of -any of the strokes until the four pairs announced -the close of the watch. Then I always missed him -suddenly. But when, after mustering the mate’s -watch and handing over my charge to my superior, I -went to my berth, a little black head invariably peeped -over the edge of my bunk, as if saying, “Come along; -I’m so sleepy!” So our pleasant companionship -went on until one day, when about the Line in the -Atlantic, I found my pretty pet lying on the grating -in my berth. He had been seized with a fit, and -under its influence had rushed into the fo’c’s’le, where -some unspeakable wretch had shamefully maltreated -him under the plea that he was mad! I could not -bear to see him suffer—I cannot say what had been -done to him—so I got an old marline-spike, looped the -lanyard about his neck, and dropped him overboard. -And an old lady among the passengers berated me the -next day for my “heartless brutality”!</p> - -<p>As a bereaved parent often dreads the thought of -having another little one to lose, so, although many -opportunities presented themselves, I refused to own -another cat, until I became an unconsenting foster-parent -again to a whole family. I joined a brig in the -St. Katharine Docks as mate, finding when I took up -my berth that there was both a cat and a dog on -board, inmates of the cabin. They occupied different -quarters during the night, but it was a never-waning -pleasure to me to see them meet in the morning. -The dog, a large brown retriever, would stand perfectly<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_35"></a>[35]</span> -still, except for his heavy tail, which swayed -sedately from side to side, while “Jane” would walk -round and round him, arching her back and rubbing -her sides against him, purring all the time a gentle -note of welcome. Presently their noses would meet, -as if in a kiss, and he would bestow a slavering lick -or two upon her white fur. This always ended the -greeting, sending “Jane” off primly to commence her -morning toilet. But alas! a blighting shadow fell -upon this loving intercourse. One of the dock cats, -a creature of truculent appearance, her fur more like -the nap of a door-mat than anything else, blind of -one eye, minus half her tail, with a hare-lip (acquired, -not hereditary), and her ears vandyked in curious -patterns, stalked on board one afternoon, and took -up her abode in the cabin without any preliminaries -whatever. Both the original tenants were much disturbed -at this graceless intrusion, but neither of them -felt disposed to tackle the formidable task of turning -her out. So “Jane” departed to the galley, and -“Jack,” with many a loud and long sniff at the door -of the berth wherein the visitor lay, oscillated disconsolately -between the galley and the cabin, his duty -and his inclination. The new-comer gave no trouble, -always going ashore for everything she required, and -only once, the morning her family arrived, deigning -to accept a saucer of milk from me. As soon as she -dared she carried the new-comers ashore one by -one, being much vexed when I followed and brought -them back again. However, her patience was greater -than mine, for she succeeded in getting them all away -except one which I hid away and she apparently<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36"></a>[36]</span> -forgot. Then we saw her no more; she returned to -her duty of rat-catching in the warehouses, and never -came near us again. Meanwhile “Jane” would -scarcely leave my side during the day, asking as -plainly as a cat could, why, oh why, didn’t I turn -that shameless hussy out? Couldn’t I see how things -were? or was I like the rest of the men? Her importunity -was so great that I was heartily glad when -the old “docker” was gone, and I lost no time in -reinstalling “Jane” in her rightful realm. It was -none too soon. For the next morning when I turned -out, a sight as strange as any I have ever seen greeted -me. There, in the corner of my room, lay “Jack” on -his side, looking with undisguised amazement and an -occasional low whine of sympathy at his friend, who, -nestling close up to his curls in the space between -his fore and hind legs, was busily attending to the -wants of two new arrivals. The dog’s bewilderment -and interest were so great, that the scene would have -been utterly ludicrous had it not been so genuinely -pathetic and pretty. How he managed to restrain -himself I do not know, but there he lay perfectly quiet -until pussy herself released him from his awkward -position by getting up and taking possession of a cosy -box I prepared for her. Even then his attentions -were constant, for many times a day he would walk -gravely in and sniff at the kittens, bestow a lick on -the mother, and depart with an almost dejected air, -as of a dog that had met with a problem utterly beyond -his wisdom to solve. A visitor claiming one of -the new kittens, I filled its place with the one I had -kept belonging to the old “docker,” and “Jane” accepted<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_37"></a>[37]</span> -the stranger without demur. While we were -in dock I gave them plenty of such luxuries as milk -and cat’s-meat, so that the little family prospered -apace. As the kittens grew and waxed frolicsome, -their attachment to me was great,—quite embarrassing -at times, for while standing on deck giving -orders, they would swarm up my legs and cling like -bats to my coat, so that I moved with difficulty for -fear of shaking them off. “Jane” was a perfect -“ratter,” and I was curious to see whether her -prowess was hereditary in her offspring. A trap was -set and a rat speedily caught, for we were infested -with them. Then “Jane” and her own kitten were -called, the latter being at the time barely two months -old. As soon as the kitten smelt the rat she growled, -set up her fur, and walked round the trap (a large -wire cage) seeking a way in. “Jane” sat down a -little apart, an apparently uninterested spectator. We -opened the door of the trap, the kitten darted in, and -there in that confined space slew the rat, which was -almost her equal in size, with the greatest ease. She -then dragged it out, growling like a miniature tiger. -Her mother came to have a look, but the kitten, -never loosing her bite, shot out one bristling paw -and smote poor “Jane” on the nose so felly that she -retired shaking her head and sneezing entire disapproval. -The other kitten, a “tom,” could never be -induced to interfere with a rat at all. My space is -gone, much to my disappointment, for the subject is -a fascinating one to me. But I hope enough has -been said to show what a large amount of interest -clusters around cats on board ship.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_38"></a>[38]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_OLD_EAST_INDIAMAN">THE OLD EAST INDIAMAN</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">An</span> enthusiastic crowd of workmen and seafarers -gathered one day long ago at Blackwall to witness -the launching of the <i>Lion</i>. Every man among them -felt a personal interest in the majestic fabric that, -under the proud labours of those skilful shipwrights, -had gradually grown up out of the trim piles of oak, -greenheart, and teak, and taken on the splendid shape -of an East Indiaman, in the days when those grand -vessels were queens of the wide sea. Green’s renowned -draughtsmen had lavished all their skill upon -her design, every device known to men whose calling -was their pride, and to whom the Blackwall Yard -was the centre of the shipbuilding world, had been -employed to make the <i>Lion</i> the finest of all the -great fleet that had been brought into being there. -Decked with flags from stem to stern, the sun glinting -brightly on the rampant crimson lion that towered -proudly on high from her stem, she glided gracefully -from the ways amid the thunder of cannon and the -deafening shouts of exultant thousands. And when, -two months later, she sailed for Madras with eighty -prime seamen forrard and a hundred passengers in -her spacious cuddy, who so proud as her stately -commander? His eye flashed as he watched the -nimble evolutions of his bonny bluejackets leaping -from spar to spar, and he felt that, given fitting<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_39"></a>[39]</span> -opportunity, he would have no overwhelming task -to tackle a French line-of-battle ship, even though -he <em>was</em> but a peaceful merchantman. For ranged on -either side of her roomy decks were ten 18-pounders, -under the charge of a smart gunner, whose -pride in his new post was a pleasant thing to see. -And besides these bulldogs there were many rifles -and boarding-pikes neatly stowed in a small armoury -in the waist. But above and beyond all these -weapons were the men who would use them,—sturdy, -square-set British sea-dogs, such as you may now see -any day swarming upon the deck of a British man-o’-war, -but may look for almost in vain on board the -swarming thousands of vessels that compose our -merchant fleet.</p> - -<p>The <i>Lion</i> soon justified all the high hopes of her -builders and owners. In spite of her (then) great -size and the taut spread of her spars, she was far -handier than any “Billy-boy” that ever turned up -the Thames estuary against a head wind, and by -at least a knot and a half the fastest ship in the -East India trade. Her fame grew and waxed exceedingly -great. There was as much intriguing to -secure a berth in the <i>Lion</i> for the outward or -homeward passage as there was in those days for -positions in the golden land she traded to. Almost -all the hierarchy of India spoke of her affectionately -as one speaks of the old home, and the newly-arrived -in her knew no lack of topics for conversation -if they only mentioned her name in any -company. For had she not borne safely and -pleasantly over the long, long sea-road from home<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_40"></a>[40]</span> -hundreds and hundreds of those pale-faced rulers -of dusky millions, bringing them in their callow -boyhood to leap at a bound to posts of trust and -responsibility such as the proud old Romans never -dreamed of? She was so tenderly cared for, her -every want so immediately supplied, that this solicitude, -added to the staunchness and honesty of her -build, seemed to render her insusceptible of decay. -Men whose work in India was done spoke of her -in their peaceful retirement on leafy English countrysides, -and recalled with cronies “our first passage -out in the grand old <i>Lion</i>.” A new type of ship, -a new method of propulsion, was springing up all -around her. But whenever any of the most modern -fliers forgathered with her upon the ocean highway, -their crews felt their spirits rise in passionate -admiration for the stately and beautiful old craft -whose graceful curves and perfect ease seemed to -be of the sea <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">sui generis</i>, moulded and caressed by -the noble element into something of its own mobility -and tenacious power.</p> - -<p>It appeared almost a loss of dignity when the -Company took her off the India route and held her -on the Australian berth. But very soon she had -taken the place that always appeared to be hers of -right, and she was <em>the</em> ship of all others wherein to -sail for the new world beneath us. And in due -course the sturdy Empire-builders scattered all over -the vast new country were speaking of her as the -Anglo-Indians had done a generation ago, and the -“new chum” who had “come out in the <i>Lion</i>” found -himself welcome in far-away bush homes, from<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_41"></a>[41]</span> -Adelaide to Brisbane, as one of the same family, a -protégé of the benevolent old ship. She held her -own well, too, in point of speed with the new steel -and iron clippers, in spite of what foolish youngsters -sneeringly said about her extended quarter-galleries, -her far-reaching head, and immense many-windowed -stern. But gradually the fierce stress of modern -competition told upon her, and it needed no great -stretch of the imagination to suppose that the magnificent -old craft felt her dignity outraged as voyage -after voyage saw her crew lists dwindle until instead -of the eighty able <em>seamen</em> of her young days she -carried but twenty-two. The goodly company of -officers, midshipmen, and artificers were cut down -also to a third of their old array, and as a necessary -consequence much of her ancient smartness of appearance -went with them. Then she should have -closed her splendid career in some great battle with -the elements, and found a fitting glory of defeat -without disgrace before the all-conquering, enduring -sea. That solace was not to be hers, but as a final -effort she made the round voyage from Melbourne -to London and back, including the handling of two -cargoes, in five months and twenty days, beating -anything of the kind ever recorded of a sailing-vessel.</p> - -<p>Then, oh woeful fall! she was sold to the -Norwegians, those thrifty mariners who are ever on -the look-out for bargains in the way of ships who -have seen their best days, and manage to succeed, -in ways undreamed of by more lavish nations, in -making fortunes out of such poor old battered<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_42"></a>[42]</span> -phantoms of bygone prosperity. Tenacious as the -seaman’s memory is for the appearance of any ship -in which he has once sailed, it would have been no -easy task for any of her former shipmates to recognise -the splendid old <i>Lion</i> under her Scandinavian -name of the <i>Ganger Rolf</i>, metamorphosed as she -was too by the shortening of her tapering spars, the -stripping of the yards from the mizen-mast, and the -rigging up of what British sailors call the “Norwegian -house-flag,” a windmill pump between the main and -mizen masts. Thus transformed she began her degraded -existence under new masters, crawling to -and fro across the Atlantic to Quebec in summer, -Pensacola or Doboy in winter, uneasily and spiritless -as some gallant hunter dragging a timber waggon in -his old age. Unpainted, weather-bleached, and with -sails so patched and clouted that they looked like -slum washing hung out to dry, she became, like the -rest of the “wood-scows,” a thing for the elements -to scoff at, and, seen creeping eastward with a deck-load -of deals piled six feet high fore and aft above -her top-gallant rail, was as pathetic as a pauper -funeral. Eight seamen now were all that the thrift -of her owners allowed to navigate her, who with -the captain, two mates, carpenter, and cook, made -up the whole of her crew, exactly the number of -the officers she used to carry in her palmy days.</p> - -<p>One day when she was discharging in London -there came alongside an old seaman, weather-worn -and hungry-looking. Something in the build of the -old ship caught his eye, and with quivering lips and -twitching hands he climbed on board. Round about<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_43"></a>[43]</span> -the deck he quested until, half hidden by a huge pile -of lumber, he found the bell and read on it, “Lion, -London, 1842.” Then he sat down and covered his -face with his hands. Presently he arose and sought -the grimy mate purposefully. At an incredibly low -wage he obtained the berth of cook,—it was either -that or starve, although now he had found his old -ship, he felt that he would go for nothing rather than -miss another voyage in her. Soon after they sailed -for the “fall voyage” to Quebec, making a successful -run over, much to the delight of the ancient cook, -who was never weary of telling any one who would -listen of the feats of sailing performed by the <i>Lion</i> -when he was quartermaster of her “way back in -the fifties.” Urged by greed, for he was part-owner, -and under no fear of the law, the skipper piled upon -her such a deck-load of deals that she no longer resembled -a ship, she was only comparable to a vast -timber stack with three masts. She was hardly clear -of Newfoundland on her homeward passage, when -one of the most terrible gales of all that terrible winter -set in. Snow and sleet and frost-fog, a blinding white -whirl of withering cold, assailed her, paralysing the -hapless handful of men who vainly strove on their -lofty platform to do their duty, exposed fully to all -the wrath of that icy tempest. One after one the -worn-out sails, like autumn leaves, were stripped -from yard and stay; day after day saw the perishing -mariners die. The sea froze upon her where it fell, -so that now she resembled an iceberg; and though -the remnant of the crew tried many times to get at -the fastenings of the chains that secured the deck-load<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44"></a>[44]</span> -so as to send it adrift, they could not. At last -only one man was left alive, and he, strangely enough, -was the old cook. And while still the gale was at -its height, he suddenly seemed to renew all his lost -strength. Buckling tight his belt with firm fingers, -a new light gleaming in his eyes, he strode aft and -seized the long-disused wheel. Standing erect and -alert he conned her gravely, getting her well before -the wind. Onward she fled, as if knowing the touch -of an old friend. Gradually the lean fingers stiffened, -the fire died out of the eyes, until, just as the last -feeble drops in that brave old heart froze solid, the -<i>Lion</i> dashed into a mountainous berg and all her -shattered timbers fell apart. Lovely and pleasant -had she been in her life, and in her death she was -no danger to her wandering sisters.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_45"></a>[45]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_FLOOR_OF_THE_SEA">THE FLOOR OF THE SEA</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Who</span> is there among us that has ever seen a lake, -a pond, or a river-bed laid dry that has not felt an -almost childish interest and curiosity in the aspect -of a portion of earth’s surface hitherto concealed -from our gaze? The feeling is probably universal, -arising from the natural desire to penetrate the unknown, -and also from a primitive anxiety to know -what sort of an abode the inhabitants of the water -possess, since we almost always consider the water-folk -to live as do the birds, really on land with the -water for an atmosphere. But if this curiosity be -so general with regard to the petty depths mentioned -above, how greatly is it increased in respect of the -recesses of the sea. For there is truly the great -unknown, the undiscoverable country of which, in -spite of the constant efforts of deep-sea expeditions, -we know next to nothing. Here imagination may -(and does) run riot, attempting the impossible task -of reproducing to our minds the state of things in -the lightless, silent depths where life, according to -our ideas of it, is impossible,—the true valley of the -shadow of death.</p> - -<p>Suppose that it were possible for some convulsion -of Nature to lay bare, let us say, the entire bed of -the North Atlantic Ocean. With one bound the -fancy leaps at the prospect of a rediscovery of the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46"></a>[46]</span> -lost continent, the fabled Atlantis whose wonders have -had so powerful an effect upon the imaginations of -mankind. Should we be able to roam through those -stupendous halls, climb those towering temple heights -reared by the giants of an elder world, or gaze with -stupefied wonder upon the majestic ruins of cities -to which Babylon or Palmyra with all their mountainous -edifices were but as a suburban townlet! -Who knows? Yet maybe the natural wonders apparent -in the foundations of such soaring masses as -the Azores, the Cape Verde Islands, or the Canaries; -or, greater still, the altitude of such remote and lonely -pinnacles as those of the St. Paul’s Rocks, would -strike us as more marvellous yet. To thread the cool -intricacies of the “still vext Bermoothes” at their -basements and seek out the caves where the sea-monsters -dwell who never saw the light of day, to -wander at will among the windings of that strange -maze of reefs that cramp up the outpouring of the -beneficent Gulf Stream and make it issue from its -source with that turbulent energy that carries it, -laden with blessings, to our shores; what a pilgrimage -that would be! Imagine the vision of that -great chain of islands which we call the West Indies -soaring up from the vast plain 6000 feet below, with -all the diversity of form and colour belonging to the -lovely homes of the coral insects, who build ceaselessly -for themselves, yet all unconsciously rear stable -abodes for mankind.</p> - -<p>It would be an awful country to view, this suddenly -exposed floor of the sea. A barren land of weird -outline, of almost unimaginable complexity of contour,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_47"></a>[47]</span> -but without any beauty such as is bestowed -upon the dry earth by the kindly sun. For its beauty -depends upon the sea, whose prolific waters are -peopled with life so abundantly that even the teeming -earth is barren as compared with the ocean. But at -its greatest depths all the researches that man has -been able to prosecute go to prove that there is little -life. The most that goes on there is a steady accumulation -of the dead husks of once living organisms -settling slowly down to form who knows what new -granites, marbles, porphyries, against the time when -another race on a reorganised earth shall need them. -Here there is nothing fanciful, for if we know anything -at all of prehistoric times, it is that what is -now high land, not to say merely dry land, was -once lying cold and dormant at the bottom of the -sea being prepared throughout who can say what -unrealisable periods of time for the use and enjoyment -of its present lords. Not until we leave the -rayless gloom, the incalculable pressures and universal -cold of those tremendous depths, do we find -the sea-floor beginning to abound with life. It may -even be doubted whether anything of man’s handiwork, -such as there is about a ship foundering in -mid-ocean, would ever reach in a recognisable form -the bottom of the sea at a depth of more than 2000 -fathoms. There is an idea, popularly current among -seafarers, that sunken ships in the deep sea only go -down a certain distance, no matter what their build -or how ponderous their cargo. Having reached a -certain stratum, they then drift about, slowly disintegrating, -derelicts of the depths, swarming with<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_48"></a>[48]</span> -strange denizens, the shadowy fleets of the lost and -loved and mourned. In time, of course, as the great -solvent gets in its work they disappear, becoming part -of their surroundings, but not for hundreds of years, -during which they pass and repass at the will of the -under-currents that everywhere keep the whole body -of water in the ocean from becoming stagnant and -death-dealing to adjacent shores. A weird fancy -truly, but surely not more strange than the silent -depths about which it is formulated.</p> - -<p>In his marvellously penetrative way, Kipling has -touched this theme while singing the “Song of the -English”:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indentq">“The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Down to the dark, the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On the great grey level plains of ooze where the shell-burred cables creep.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Here in the womb of the world—here on the tie-ribs of earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Words, and the words of men, flicker and flutter and beat—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Warning, sorrow and gain, salutation and mirth—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For a Power troubles the Still that has neither voice nor feet.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Surely the imagination must be dead indeed that -does not throb responsive to the thought of that -latter-day workmanship of wire and rubber descending -at the will of man into the vast void, and running -its direct course over mountain ranges, across sudden -abysses of lower depth, through the turbulence of up-bursting -submarine torrents where long-pent-up rivers -compel the superincumbent ocean to admit their saltless -waters; until from continent to continent the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_49"></a>[49]</span> -connection is made, and man holds converse with -man at his ease as though distance were not. Recent -investigations go to prove that chief among the causes -that make for destruction of those communicating -cables are the upheavals of lost rivers. In spite of -the protection that scientific invention has provided -for the central core of conducting wire, these irresistible -outbursts of undersea torrents rend and destroy -it, causing endless labour of replacement by the never-resting -cable-ships. But this is only one of the many -deeply interesting features of oceanography, a science -of comparatively recent growth, but full of gigantic -possibilities for the future knowledge of this planet. -The researches of the <i>Challenger</i> expedition, embodied -in fifty portly volumes, afford a vast mass of material -for discussion, and yet it is evident that what they -reveal is but the merest tentative dipping into the -great mysterious land that lies hidden far below the -level surface of the inscrutable sea.</p> - -<p>That veteran man of science, Sir John Murray, has -in a recent paper (<cite>Royal Geographical Society’s Journal</cite>, -October 1899) published his presidential address to -the geographical section of the British Association at -Dover, and even to the ordinary non-scientific reader -his wonderful <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">résumé</i> of what has been done in the -way of exploring the ocean’s depths must be as -entrancing as a fairy tale. The mere mention of such -a chasm as that existing in the South Pacific between -the Kermadecs and the Friendly Islands, where a -depth of 5155 fathoms, or 530 feet more than five -geographical miles, has been found, strikes the lay -mind with awe. Mount Everest, that stupendous<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_50"></a>[50]</span> -Himalayan peak whose summit soars far above the -utmost efforts of even the most devoted mountaineers, -a virgin fastness mocking man’s soaring ambition, if -sunk in the ocean at the spot just mentioned would -disappear until its highest point was 2000 feet below -the surface. Yet out of that abyss rises the volcanic -mass of Sunday Island in the Kermadecs, whose -crater is probably 2000 feet above the sea-level. But -in no less than forty-three areas visited by the -<i>Challenger</i>, depths of over 3000 fathoms have been -found, and their total area is estimated at 7,152,000 -square miles, or about 7 per cent. of the total water-surface -of the globe. Within these deeps are found -many lower deeps, strangely enough generally in -comparatively close proximity to land, such as the -Tuscarora Deep, near Japan, one in the Banda Sea, -that is to say, in the heart of the East India Archipelago, -&c. Down, down into these mysterious -waters the ingenious sounding-machine runs, taking -out its four miles and upwards of pianoforte wire -until the sudden stoppage of the swift descent marks -the dial on deck with the exact number of fathoms -reached. And yet so vast is the ocean bed that none -can say with any certainty that far greater depths may -not yet be found than any that have hitherto been -recorded, amazing as they are.</p> - -<p>The character of the ocean floor at all these vast -depths as revealed by the sounding-tube bringing -specimens to the surface is identical—red clay—which -strikes the fancy queerly as being according to most -ancient legends the substance out of which our first -ancestor was builded, and from whence he derived<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_51"></a>[51]</span> -his name. Mingled with this primordial ooze is found -the débris of once living forms, many of them of -extinct species, or species at any rate that have never -come under modern man’s observation except as -fossils. The whole story, however, demands far more -space than can here be allowed, but one more instance -must be given of the wonders of the sea-bed in conclusion. -Let a violent storm displace any considerable -body of warm surface water, and lo! to take its place -up rises an equal volume of cold under layers that -have been resting far below the influence of the sun. -Like a pestilential miasma these chill waves seize upon -the myriads of the sea-folk and they die. The tale of -death is incalculable, but one example is mentioned -by Sir John Murray of a case of this kind off the -eastern coast of North America in the spring of 1882, -when a layer of dead fish and other marine animals -six feet in thickness was believed to cover the ocean -floor for many miles.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_52"></a>[52]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SHAKESPEARE_AND_THE_SEA">SHAKESPEARE AND THE SEA</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Quite</span> recently it was suggested by the writer of an -article in the <cite>Spectator</cite> that Shakespeare was now but -little read,—that while his works were quoted from as -much as ever, the quotations were obtained at second -hand, and that it would be hard to find to-day any -reader who had waded through all that wonderful -collection of plays and poems. This is surely not a -carefully made statement. If there were any amount -of truth in it, we might well regard such a state of -things as only one degree less deplorable than that -people should have ceased to read the Bible. For -next to the Bible there can be no such collection of -writings available wherein may be found food for -every mind. Even the sailor, critical as he always is -of allusions to the technicalities of his calling that -appear in literature, is arrested by the truth of Shakespeare’s -references to the sea and seafaring, while he -cannot but wonder at their copiousness in the work -of a thorough landsman. Of course, in this respect -it is necessary to remember that Elizabethan England -spoke a language which was far more frequently -studded with sea-terms than that which we speak -ashore to-day. With all our vast commerce and our -utter dependence upon the sea for our very life; its -romance, its expressions take little hold of the immense -majority of the people. Therein we differ<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_53"></a>[53]</span> -widely from Americans. In every walk of life, from -Maine to Mexico, from Philadelphia to San Francisco, -the American people salt their speech with terms -borrowed from the sailor, as they do also with other -terms used by Shakespeare, and often considered by -Shakespeare’s countrymen of the present day, quite -wrongly, to be slang.</p> - -<p>In what is perhaps the most splendidly picturesque -effort of Shakespeare’s genius, “The Tempest,” he -hurls us at the outset into the hurly-burly of a storm at -sea with all the terror-striking details attendant upon -the embaying of a ship in such weather. She is a -passenger ship, too, and the passengers behave as -landsmen might be expected to do in such a situation. -The Master (not Captain be it noted, for there -are no Captains in the merchant-service) calls the boatswain. -Here arises a difficulty for a modern sailor. -Where was the mate? We cannot say that the office -was not known, although Shakespeare nowhere alludes -to such an officer; but this much is certain, that -for one person who would understand who was meant -by the mate ten would appreciate the mention of the -boatswain’s name, and that alone would justify its -use in poetry. In this short colloquy between the -Master and boatswain we have the very spirit of sea -service. An immediate reply to the Master’s hail, and -an inquiry in a phrase now only used by the vulgar, -bring the assurance “Good”; but it is at once -followed by “Speak to the mariners, fall to’t yarely, -or we run ourselves aground; bestir, bestir.” Having -given his orders the Master goes—he has other -matters to attend to—and the boatswain heartens up<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_54"></a>[54]</span> -his crew in true nautical fashion, his language being -almost identical with that used to-day. His “aside” -is true sailor,—“Blow till thou burst thy wind, if [we -have] room enough.” This essentially nautical feeling, -that given a good ship and plenty of sea-room -there is nothing to fear, is alluded to again and again -in Shakespeare. He has the very spirit of it. Then -come the meddlesome passengers, hampering the hard-pressed -officer with their questioning and advice!—until, -exasperated beyond courtesy, he bursts out: -“You mar our labour. Keep your cabins. You do -assist the storm.” Bidden to remember whom he has -on board, he gives them more of his mind, winding -up by again addressing his crew with “cheerly good -hearts,” and as a parting shot to his hinderers, “Out -of our way, I say.”</p> - -<p>But the weather grows worse; they must needs -strike the topmast and heave-to under the main-course -(mainsail), a manœuvre which, usual enough -with Elizabethan ships, would never be attempted -now. Under the same circumstances the lower main-topsail -would be used, the mainsail having been furled -long before because of its unwieldy size. Still the -passengers annoy, now with abuse, which is -answered by an appeal to their reason and an invitation -to them to take hold and work. For the -need presses. She is on a lee shore, and in spite of -the fury of the gale sail must be made. “Set her -two courses [mainsail and foresail], off to sea again, -lay her off.” And now the sailors despair and speak -of prayer, their cries met scornfully by the valiant -boatswain with “What, must our mouths be cold?”<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_55"></a>[55]</span> -Then follows that wonderful sea-picture beginning -Scene 2, which remains unapproachable for vigour -and truth. A little further on comes the old sea-superstition -of the rats quitting a foredoomed ship, -and in Ariel’s report a spirited account of what must -have been suggested to Shakespeare by stories of the -appearance of “corposants” or St. Elmo’s fire, usually -accompanying a storm of this kind. And in answer -to Prospero’s question, “Who was so firm?” &c., -Ariel bears incidental tribute to the mariners,—“All, -but mariners, plunged in the foaming brine and quit -the vessel,” those same mariners who are afterwards -found, their vessel safely anchored, asleep under -hatches, their dangerous toil at an end.</p> - -<p>In the “Twelfth Night” there are many salt-water -allusions no less happy, beginning with the bright -picture of Antonio presented by the Captain (of a -war-ship?) breasting the sea upon a floating mast. -Again in Act I., Scene 6, Viola answers Malvolio’s -uncalled-for rudeness, “Will you hoist sail, sir?” -with the ready idiom, “No, good <em>swabber</em>, I am to -hull [to heave-to] here a little longer.” In Act V., -Scene 1, the Duke speaks of Antonio as Captain of -a “bawbling vessel—for shallow draught, and bulk, -unprizable”; in modern terms, a small privateer -that played such havoc with the enemy’s fleet that -“very envy and the tongue of loss cried fame and -honour on him.” Surely Shakespeare must have -had Drake in his mind when he wrote this.</p> - -<p>Who does not remember Shylock’s contemptuous -summing-up of Antonio’s means and their probable -loss?—“Ships are but boards, sailors but men, there<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_56"></a>[56]</span> -be land rats and water rats, water thieves and land -thieves—I mean, pirates; and then there is the peril -of waters, winds, and rocks” (Act I., Scene 3). In -this same play, too, we have those terrible quicksands, -the Goodwins, sketched for us in half-a-dozen lines: -“Where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried” -(Act III., Scene 1); and in the last scene of the last -act Antonio says his “ships are safely come to <em>road</em>,” -an expression briny as the sea itself.</p> - -<p>In the “Comedy of Errors,” Act I., Scene 1, we have -a phrase that should have been coined by an ancient -Greek sailor-poet: “The always-wind-obeying deep”; -and a little lower down the page a touch of sea-lore -that would of itself suffice to stamp the writer as a -man of intimate knowledge of nautical ways: “A -small spare mast, such as seafaring men provide for -storms.” Who told Shakespeare of the custom of -sailors to carry spare spars for jury-masts?</p> - -<p>In “Macbeth,” the first witch sings of the winds and -the compass card, and promises that her enemy’s -husband shall suffer all the torments of the tempest-tossed -sailor without actual shipwreck. She also -shows a pilot’s thumb “wrack’d, as homeward he -did come.” Who in these days of universal reading -needs reminding of the allusion to the ship-boy’s -sleep in Act III., Scene 1, of “Henry IV.,” a contrast -of the most powerful and convincing kind, powerful -alike in its poetry and its truth to the facts of -Nature? Especially noticeable is the line where -Shakespeare speaks of the spindrift: “And in the -visitation of the winds who take the ruffian billows -by the top, curling their monstrous heads, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_57"></a>[57]</span> -hanging them with deaf’ning clamours in the slippery -clouds.”</p> - -<p>“King Henry VI.,” Act V., Scene 1, has this line full -of knowledge of sea usage: “Than bear so low a -sail, to strike to thee.” Here is a plain allusion to -the ancient custom whereby all ships of any other -nation, as well as all merchant ships, were compelled -to lower their sails in courtesy to British ships of -war. The picture given in “Richard III.,” Act I., Scene -4, of the sea-bed does not call for so much wonder, -for the condition of that secret place of the sea -must have had peculiar fascination for such a mind -as Shakespeare’s. Set in those few lines he has -given us a vision of the deeps of the sea that is -final.</p> - -<p>A wonderful passage is to be found in “Cymbeline,” -Act III., Scene 1, that seems to have been strangely -neglected, where the Queen tells Cymbeline to -remember—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indentq">“The natural bravery of your isle; which stands</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As Neptune’s park, ribbed and palèd in</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With rocks unscaleable and roaring waters;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With sands that will not bear your enemies’ boats,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But suck them up to the top-mast.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">And again, in the same scene, Cloten speaks of the -Romans finding us in our “salt-water girdle.”</p> - -<p>But no play of Shakespeare’s, except “The Tempest,” -smacks so smartly of the brine as “Pericles,” the story -of that much enduring Prince of Tyre whose nautical -mishaps are made to have such a miraculously happy -ending. In Act II., Scene 1, enter Pericles, wet, -invoking Heaven that the sea having manifested its<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_58"></a>[58]</span> -sovereignty over man, may grant him one last boon,—a -peaceful death. To him appear three fishermen -characteristically engaged in handling their nets, -bullying one another, and discussing the latest wreck. -And here we get a bit of sea-lore that all sailors -deeply appreciate. “<em>3rd Fish.</em> Nay, master, said -not I as much, when I saw the porpus how he -bounced and tumbled? they say, they are half fish, -half flesh; a plague on them! they ne’er come but -I look to be wash’d.” Few indeed are the sailors -even in these steamship days who have not heard -that the excited leaping of porpoises presages a storm. -The whole scene well deserves quotation, especially -the true description of the whale (rorqual) “driving -the poor fry before him and at last devours them -all at a mouthful.” Space presses, however, and it -will be much better for those interested to read for -themselves. Act III., Scene 1, brings before us a -companion picture to that in the opening of “The -Tempest,” perhaps even more vivid; where the terrible -travail of the elements is agonisingly contrasted with -the birth-wail of an infant, and the passing of the -hapless Princess. Beautiful indeed is the rough but -honest heartening offered by the labouring sailors, -broken off by the sea-command to—</p> - -<div class="blockquotx"> -<p>“<em>1st Sailor.</em> Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt thou?<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Blow and split thyself.</span></p> - -<p> <em>2nd Sailor.</em> But sea-room, an’ the brine and cloudy billow kiss<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 7em;">the moon, I care not.”</span></p> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Bolins, modern “bowlines,” were anciently used -much more than now. At present they are slight<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_59"></a>[59]</span> -ropes which lead from forward to keep the weather -edges (leaches) of the courses rigid in light winds -when steering full and bye. But in olden days even -topgallant sails had their bolins, and they were -among the most important ropes in the ship. Then -we have the sea-superstition creating the deepest -prejudice against carrying a corpse. And, sympathetic -as the mariners are, the dead woman must -“overboard straight.” Reluctantly we must leave -this all too brief sketch of Shakespeare’s true British -sea-sympathies, in the hope that it may lead to a -deeper appreciation of the sea-lore of our mightiest -poet.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_60"></a>[60]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SKIPPER_OF_THE_AMULET">THE SKIPPER OF THE “AMULET”</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">It</span> has been my lot, in the course of a fairly comprehensive -experience of sea-life in most capacities -between lamp-trimmer and chief officer, to serve -under some queer commanders, but of all that I ever -endured, the worthy of whom I am about to tell -was, without doubt, the most amazing specimen. I -have been told, on good authority, that the tag about -fact being stranger than fiction is all bosh, but for -once I am going to disregard that statement. No -fiction that I have ever read has told me anything -half so strange, in my poor judgment, as the career -of Captain Jones during the time that I was unfortunate -enough to be his mate, and therefore I shall -stick to fact, at least as much of it as I can tell that -will be fit for publication.</p> - -<p>In order to launch my story fairly it is necessary -to go back a little. On my return to London from -my last voyage, with a pay-day of some £20, I had -done two important things, though with the easy -confidence of youth, and especially seafaring youth, -their gravity had not impressed me. I got married -and “passed” for chief mate. Neither my wife -nor myself had a friend in the world, any certain -employment or a stick of “plenishing.” And after -a honeymoon of a day or two the tiny group of -sovereigns nestling at the bottom of my right-hand<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_61"></a>[61]</span> -trousers pocket dwindled so that I could hardly -jingle them. There were plenty of ships in London -at the time, but although I walked the soles fairly -off my boots around the dreary docks never a -one could I find where a second mate even was -wanted. I found a good many where the officers -were foreigners; Germans or Scandinavians; still -more “where they didn’t keep the officers by the -ship in dock,” and one day I was offered a <em>chance</em> -to go first mate of a 1500 ton tramp to the Baltic -at £5 a month! In spite of the shameful inadequacy -of the salary I rushed off to the Surrey -Commercial Docks after the berth, and arrived on -board of her breathless, only to find that another -man had got to windward of me, having earlier -information. Sadly I trudged back again and recommenced -my search, my funds all but gone and -no credit obtainable. But now I couldn’t even get -a ship before the mast! Gangs of ruffianly dock-wallopers -fought like tigers at the “chain-locker,” -whenever a skipper seeking a hand or two poked his -head out of one of the doors, flourishing their discharges -(?) in the air as they surged around the half-scared -man. Anxious and indeed almost despairing -as I was, I could not compete with that crowd, and -I don’t believe I should ever have got a ship, but -that one day a stalwart, pleasant-faced man opened -the door. When the gang began to mob him he -roared, “I don’ want navvies—I want a sailor-man: -git t’ hell out o’ that, and let one o’ them behind ye -come here.” Instantly I flung myself into the crowd -and thrust my way up to him. He took my proffered<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_62"></a>[62]</span> -discharge, but handed it back at once saying, “I -don’t want no steamboat sailors.” He didn’t understand -the thing, being a Nova Scotiaman. I screamed -back the truth at him, and pushed my way past -him into the office, my heart fairly thumping with -excitement at the prospect of £3 a month to go to -Nova Scotia in the middle of winter. I winced a -little when I found that she was only a brigantine, -but the advance note for £3 was such a godsend -that I could only be thankful.</p> - -<p>Of the passage across in the <i>Wanderer</i> I need -say nothing here except that the sea kindliness of the -little craft (the smallest I had ever sailed in) amazed -me, while, except for a disaster in the shape of a -cook, the general conditions of life on board were -most comfortable. After twenty days we arrived at -Sydney, Cape Breton, and upon entering the harbour -noticed a vessel lying disconsolately apart from the -little fleet at anchor there. She was a brig belonging -to Workington, exactly like an exaggerated barge -as to her hull, and bearing all over unmistakable -evidences of utter neglect. In fact her general appearance -suggested nothing so much to me as the -nondescript craft common on the Indian coast, and -called by sailors “country-wallahs.” She provided -us with plenty of material for our evening chat, but -in the morning other matters claimed our attention -and we soon forgot all about her. As we had come -over in ballast our stay was to be short, and on the -second day after our arrival news came that we were -to proceed to Lingan, a small port down the coast, -in the morning, and there load soft coal for St. John,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_63"></a>[63]</span> -New Brunswick. But, much to my surprise, just -after supper, as I was leaning over the rail enjoying -my pipe, the mate approached me mysteriously and -beckoned me aft. As soon as we were out of hearing -of the other men, he told me that if I liked to -put my dunnage over into the boat, he would pull -me ashore, the skipper having intimated his willingness -to let me go, although unable to discharge me -in the regular way. He had heard that there was a -vessel in the harbour in want of a mate, and hoped -that thus I might be able to better myself. Being -quite accustomed to all vicissitudes of fortune I at -once closed with the offer, and presently found myself -on the beach of this strange place without one -cent in my pocket, in utter darkness and a loneliness -like that of some desert island.</p> - -<p>I sat quite still for some little time, trying to sum -up the situation, but the night being very cold, I had -to move or get benumbed. Leaving my bag and bed -where it was I groped my way into the town, and -after about a quarter of an hour’s stumbling along -what I afterwards found was the main street, I saw -a feeble light. Making for it at once I discovered a -man standing at the door of a lowly shanty smoking, -the light I had seen proceeding from a tallow candle -flickering in the interior. Receiving my salutation -with gruff heartiness the man bade me welcome to -such shelter as he had, so I lugged my dunnage up -and entered. He showed me an ancient squab -whereon I might lie, and closing the street door bade -me good night, disappearing into some mysterious -recess in a far corner. I composed myself for sleep,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_64"></a>[64]</span> -but the place was simply alive with fleas, which, -tasting fresh stranger, gave me a lively time. Before -morning I was bitterly envious of the other occupant -of the room, who lay on the bare floor in a drunken -stupor, impervious to either cold or vermin. At the -first gleam of dawn I left, taking a brisk walk until -somebody was astir in the place, when I soon got -quarters in a boarding-house. Then as early as -possible I made for the shipping office, finding to my -surprise that the vessel in want of a mate was the -ancient relic that had so much amused us as we -entered the harbour. After a good deal of searching, -the commander of her was found—a bluff, red-faced -man with a watery, wandering eye, whose <ins class="corr" id="tn64" title="Transcriber’s Note—Changed “first words bewrayed” to “first words betrayed”">first words betrayed</ins> him -for a Welshman. He was as anxious -to get a mate as I was to get a ship, so we were not -long coming to terms—£6 per month. Her name I -found was the <i>Amulet</i>, last from Santos, and now -awaiting a cargo of coal for St. John, New Brunswick. -No sooner had I signed articles than the skipper -invited me to drink with him, and instantly became -confidential. But as he had already been drinking -pretty freely, and even his sober English was no great -things, I was not much the wiser for our conference. -However, bidding him good day, I went on board and -took charge, finding the old rattletrap in a most -miserable condition, the second mate in a state of -mutiny, and the crew doing just whatever they pleased. -I had not been on board an hour before I was in -possession of the history of their adventures since -leaving England eighteen months before. I found -too that I was the fourth mate that voyage, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_65"></a>[65]</span> -judging from appearances I thought it unlikely that I -should be the last. As soon as he had finished unburdening -himself to me, the second mate, who seemed -a decent fellow enough, started to pack up, swearing -in both Welsh and English that he was finished with -her. Of course I had no means of preventing him -from going even if I had wished to do so, and away -he went. Then I turned my attention to the ship, -finding the small crew (seven all told) desperately -sullen, but still willing to obey my orders. Oh, but -she was a wreck, and so dirty that I hardly knew -whether it was worth while attempting to cleanse her. -There was abundance of good fresh food though, and -one of the men helped the grimy muttering Welsh lad -who was supposed to be the cook, so that the meals -were at least eatable. According to my orders I was -to report progress to the skipper every morning at -his hotel, and next morning I paid him a visit. I -found him in bed, although it was eleven o’clock, -with a bottle of brandy sticking out from under his -pillow and quite comfortably drunk. He received -my remarks with great gravity, graciously approving -of what I had done, and assuring me that he was very -ill indeed. I left him so, thinking deeply over my -queer position, and returned on board to find the -second mate back again in a furious rage at not being -able to get at the “old man,” but resigned to going -with us to St. John as a passenger. Well, as time -went on I managed to get her in some sort of trim, -received the cargo on board, bent the sails, and made -all ready for sea, the second mate lolling at his ease -all day long or in his bunk asleep. Every morning I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_66"></a>[66]</span> -saw the skipper, always in bed and always drunk. -Thus three weeks passed away. When the vessel had -been a week ready for sea, during most of which time -a steady fair wind for our departure had been blowing, -I had a visitor. After a few civil questions he told me -he was the agent, and proposed giving the captain one -day longer in which to clear out, failing which he -would on his own responsibility send the vessel to sea -without him. I of course raised no objection, but -seized the opportunity to get a few pounds advance of -wages which I at once despatched home to my wife. -The agent’s threat was effectual, for at noon the next -day my commander came on board accompanied by -a tugboat which towed us out to sea, although a fair -wind was blowing. No sooner had the pilot left us to -our own devices than Captain Jones retired to his bunk, -and there he remained, his cabin no bad representation -of a miniature Malebolge. Details impossible.</p> - -<p>Unfortunately I had so severely injured my left -hand that I could not use it at all, and the second -mate, though perfectly friendly with me, would do -nothing but just keep a look-out while I got some -sleep; he wouldn’t even trim sail. The first day out -I took sights for longitude by the chronometer, which -I had kept regularly wound since I had been on -board, but I found to my horror that it had been -tampered with, and was utterly useless. It was now -the latter end of November, fogs and gales were of -everyday occurrence, the currents were very strong -and variable, and I was on an utterly strange coast in -command for the first time in my life. When I saw -the sun, which was seldom, I thought myself lucky<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_67"></a>[67]</span> -to get the latitude, and Sable Island under my lee -with its diabolical death-traps haunted me waking -and sleeping. My only hope of escaping disaster -was in the cod-schooners, which, as much at home in -those gloomy, stormy waters as a cabman in London -streets, could always be relied on to give one a fairly -accurate position. Then the rotten gear aloft kept -giving out, and there was nothing to repair it with, -while the half-frozen men could hardly be kept out -of their little dog-hole at all. Only one man in the -ship was having a good time, and that was the -skipper. Hugging a huge jar of “chain lightning” -brandy he never wanted anything else, and no one -ever went near him except the poor little scalawag of -a cook, who used to rate him in Welsh until the -discord was almost deafening. But if I were to tell -fairly the story of that trip round Nova Scotia it -would take a hundred pages. So I must hurry on to -say that we <em>did</em> reach St. John by God’s especial -mercy, and laid her alongside the wharf.</p> - -<p>I am afraid I shall hardly be believed when I say -that Captain Jones reappeared on deck at once and -went ashore, promising to return by six o’clock. -Now the tide rises and falls in St. John’s over thirty -feet, so when night came the <i>Amulet</i> was resting -on the mud, and the edge of the wharf was very -nearly level with our main-top. I had prepared a -secure gangway with a bright lantern for my superior’s -return, but about eleven o’clock that night -he strolled down and walked calmly over the edge -of the wharf where the gangway was not. All -hands were aroused by his frantic cries of “Misser<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_68"></a>[68]</span> -Bewlon, Misser Bewlon, for Gaw’ sake safe my -lyve!” After much search we found him and -hoisted him on board out of the mud in which he -was embedded to the armpits. No bones were -broken, and next day he was well enough to climb -ashore and get into a conveyance which took him -up town to another “hotel.” A repetition of the -tactics of Sydney now set in, except that I did not -visit him so frequently. The second mate and one -of the men got their discharge out of him and left -us, in great glee at their escape. Then I think -some one must have remonstrated with him whose -words were not to be made light of, for one day -he came on board and tried to get all hands to sign -a paper that he had got drawn up, certifying that -he was a strictly sober man! He was <em>so</em> hurt at -their refusal. Finally he re-embarked, bringing a -tugboat and pilot with him as before, and the startling -news that we were to tow right across the Bay of -Fundy and up the Basin of Minas to Parrsboro’, but -no sooner were we abreast of Partridge Island than -again my commander disappeared below. All through -the night the panting tug toiled onward with us, the -pilot remaining at his post till dawn. Fortunately for -my peace of mind I knew little about the perilous -navigation of this great bay, the home of the fiercest -tides in the world. But when, drawing near Cape -Blomidon, I saw the rate at which we were being -hurled along by the fury of the inrushing flood, I -felt profoundly thankful that the responsibility for -our safety was not upon me. However, we arrived -intact that afternoon and proceeded up the river,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_69"></a>[69]</span> -which was as crooked as a ram’s horn, and only -began to have any water in its bed when it was half -flood outside. As we neared the village the pilot -asked me to what wharf we were going, as we could -not lay in the dry river bed. I knew no more than -he did, and neither of us could shake any sense -into the unconscious skipper. So we tied her up -to the first jetty we came to, and pilot and tugboat -took their departure. There was a fine to-do when -the wharfinger heard of our arrival, and I had to -go up to the village and ask all round for information -as to where we were to lie. I got instructions -at last, and shifted to a berth where we were allowed -to remain. Next day the old man went ashore again, -saying nothing to me, and I remained in ignorance -of his whereabouts for ten days. Meanwhile lumber -began to arrive for us, and a scoundrelly stevedore -came on board with the skipper’s authority to stow -the cargo. He and I quickly came to loggerheads, -for I did not at all fancy the way he was “blowing -her up,” and the dread of our winter passage to -Europe lay heavy upon me. But I found that all -power to interfere with him was taken out of my -hands, and I just had to stand by and see potential -murder being done.</p> - -<p>At last one day at dinner-time the old man paid -us a visit, characteristically announcing himself by -falling between the vessel and the wharf into the -ice-laden water. Of course he wasn’t hurt—didn’t -even get a chill, but he was taken back to his “hotel,” -and came no more to see us. With the completion -of our deck-load my patience was exhausted, and as<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_70"></a>[70]</span> -soon as she was ready for sea, I hunted him up and -demanded my discharge. I felt prepared to take -all reasonable risks, but to cross the Atlantic in -December with a vessel like a top-heavy bladder -under me, and myself the sole officer, was hardly -good enough. Of course he wouldn’t release me, -and the upshot was, to cut my yarn short, that I -remained ashore penniless, while he towed back to -St. John, engaged another unfortunate mate, and after -a week’s final spree, sailed for home. As I had -expected, she got no farther than the mouth of the -Bay of Fundy. There her old bones were finally -broken up in a howling snowstorm, in which several -of the crew were frozen to death, but he escaped to -worry better men again.</p> - -<p>Two years after in the Court of Queen’s Bench we -met again, when I arose, the one essential witness -to his misdoings, and made him feel as if my turn -had come at last.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_71"></a>[71]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="AMONG_THE_ENCHANTED_ISLES">AMONG THE ENCHANTED ISLES</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Enchained</span> by the innumerable complexities of -modern city existence, how strangely, how sweetly, -do the dreams of roaming amid isles of perpetual -summer come to the pale slave of civilisation. Leaning -back in his office chair, the pen drops idly from -his relaxed fingers, while the remorseless hum from -the human hive without loses its distinctive note -and becomes by some strange transmutation the -slumberous murmur of snowy surf upon far-off coral -shores. The dim ceiling, that so often has seemed -to press upon his brain like the load of Atlas, melts -upward into a celestial canopy of a blue so deep and -pure that it is the last expression of the Infinite.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>On the wings of fancy, swifter and more easeful -than those of the albatross, he is wafted to those -fairy shores where Nature smiles in changeless youth -and winterless glow. Through every weary sinew -thrills the bright message of life, the unconscious -outcome of perfect health absorbed from perfect -surroundings. He is back again in the days of the -world’s infancy, feeling his mid-millennial vigour -bounding in every pulse, flooding every artery. In -cunningly-fashioned canoe, with grass-woven sails, -he floats upon the radiant sea, so like to the heaven<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_72"></a>[72]</span> -above that his gliding shallop seems to swing through -the boundless ether, a sprite, a fay of the fruitful -brain.</p> - -<p>Then as the flood-tide of living bubbles over the -brim of restraint he lifts a mighty voice, a full-throated -cry of joy wherein is no speech nor language, only -exultant music welling up from deeps of fathomless -satisfaction. He springs erect, with flashing eyes, -and rolling muscles heaving under his shining skin, -such a figure as, made in His own glorious image, -the Master gazed upon—and, behold, it was very -good. Far below him swim the gorgeous sea-folk, -each ablaze with colour, living jewels enhanced by -their setting. In mazy evolutions full of grace they -woo him to join in their play, to explore with them -the splendours of the coral groves, to wreath about -his majestic form the tender festoons of sea-flowers -and deck himself with glowing shells.</p> - -<p>Like a dolphin he dives, deeper and deeper as -with grasping hands he overcomes the resisting -waters. Deeper and deeper yet until the fervent -sunshine is suffused into a milder, tenderer light, -and everything around is enwrapped in a beauty-mist, -a glamorous illusion that melts all angles into -curves of loveliness. He enters into the palaces of -the deep, and all the skill of Titanic builders on earth -becomes to his mind a thing of naught. Interminable -rows of columns, all symmetrical, each perfect in -beauty, yet none alike, are arrayed before him; massy -architraves, domes light-springing from their piers as -bubbles, yet in circumference so vast that their limits -are lost in shadow, slender spires of pearl, soaring<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_73"></a>[73]</span> -upward like vapour-wreaths: and all interwoven with -the wondrous design a fairy tracery of stone, appearing -light and luminous as sea foam. The happy living -things troop forth to meet him and sweep in many -a delicate whirl around until, recalled by the need of -upper air, he waves them farewell and ascends.</p> - -<p>Oh! the fierce delight of that swift upward rush, -the culminating ecstasy as he bounds into the palpitating -air above and lies, so softly cradled, upon the -limpid wave! There for a season he floats, drinking -deep of the brine-laden air, every touch of the sea -a caress, every heart-beat a well-spring of pleasure. -Then with a shout he hurls himself forward as if he -too were a free citizen of the ocean, emulating with -almost equal grace the sinuous spring of the porpoise -and the marvellous succession of curves presented -by the overwhelming whale. He claims kindred with -them all, embraces them; clinging lovingly to their -smooth sides he frolics with them, rejoicing in the -plenitude of their untainted strength.</p> - -<p>Before him rise the islands, mounds of emerald -cresting bases of silver sand. Willowy palm-trees -dip their roots in the warm wavelets and rear their -tufted coronets on high. Darker-leaved, the orange-trees -droop their branches shot with golden gleams -where the fruit hangs heavily, filling the gentle air -with fragrance. Bright-plumaged birds flash amongst -the verdure; along the glittering shores rest placidly -the sea-fowl returned from their harvesting and comforting -their fluffy broods. With huge steps he strides -shorewards, and springing lightly from the sand, he -reaches in a dozen bounds the crown of the loftiest<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_74"></a>[74]</span> -palm, whose thickly-clustering fruit bids him drink -and drink again.</p> - -<p>The island folk dread him not; fear has not yet -visited those sunny shores. And as he was with the -sea-people so is he with their compeers on land, a -trusted playfellow, a creature perfect in glory and -beauty, able to vie with them in their superb activities, -their amazing play of vigour, their abounding joy in -the plentiful gifts of Nature.</p> - -<p>After those sunny gambols, how sweet the rest on -yielding couch of leaves, fanned by sweet zephyrs -laden with the subtle scents of luxuriant flowers, -and lulled by the slumber-song of the friendly sea. -Around him, with drooping wing, nestle the birds; -the bejewelled insects hush their busy songs into -tenderest murmurs, the green leaves hang in unrustling -shade, noiselessly waving over him a cool -breath. There is peace and sleep.</p> - -<p>“Awake, O laggard!” cry the birds; “awake and -live! Joy comes anew. Love and life and strength -are calling us, and every sense answers triumphantly. -Sweet is the dawn when the splendid sun springs -skyward and the quiet night steals away; sweet is -the strength of noonday, when downward he sends -his shafts of life-giving flame, and we lie in the -shade renewing from his exhaustless stores of energy -our well-spent strength. But sweetest of all the -time when, his majestic ascension accomplished, our -sun sweeps westward to his ocean-bed, and all his -children hasten to revel in his tempered beams until -he hides his glorious face for a season, and night -brings her solemn pleasures.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_75"></a>[75]</span></p> - -<p>Swift upspringing the man answers gladly to the -call. And forth to meet him come a joyous band of -his fellows, their dancing feet scarce touching the -earth. Not a weakling among them. Men and -women and children alike clean-limbed and strong, -with sparkling eyes and perfect gestures. Their -nude shapes shine like burnished bronze with natural -unguents, their white and well-set teeth glitter as they -laugh whole-heartedly, their black, abundant hair is -entwined with scarlet hibiscus, and their voices -ring musical and full. They do not walk—they -bound, they spring, and toss their arms in wildest -glee.</p> - -<p>Surrounding him, they bear him away to where a -crystal river rushes headlong down through a valley -of velvet green to cast itself tumultuously over a cliff-lip -forty feet into the sea. As it approaches its leap -the translucent waters whirl faster and faster in rising -wreaths and ridges of dazzling white, until in one -snowy mass, crowned with a pearly mist, it hurls -itself into the smooth blue depths below. With one -accord the wildly gambolling band hurl themselves -into those limpid waters some hundreds of yards -above the fall. As on softest couch they glide swiftly -along, their peals of laughter echoing multitudinously -from the green bosoms of the adjacent hills.</p> - -<p>Faster and faster still they are borne onward until, -singly and in groups, they flash out into the sunshine -and plunge into the awaiting ocean. So swiftly do -they pass that it seems but a breathing space since, -far inland, they sprang from the banks into the river, -and they now lie in blissful content upon the quiet<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_76"></a>[76]</span> -sea, every nerve tingling from that frantic, headlong -flight. Then, like the care-free children of Nature -that they are, they abandon themselves to their wild -sea-sports, outdoing the fabled Nereids. Around -them gather in sympathy the gorgeous dolphins, the -leisurely sharks, the fun-loving porpoises, while over -their heads dart incessantly in arrowy flight glittering -squadrons of flying-fish.</p> - -<p>So they frolic untiringly until, by one impulse -moved, they all dash off to where, outside the enormous -headland of black rock which shelters the little -bay, the vast and solemn ocean swell comes rolling -shoreward, towering higher as it comes, until, meeting -the bright beach, it raises itself superbly in -one magnificent curve of white, and dashes against -the firm-set earth with a deep note as of far-off -thunder.</p> - -<p>The merry players range themselves in line and -swim seaward to meet the next wave as it comes. -Diving beneath it they reappear upon its creaming -shoulders, and by sheer skill balance there, elated -almost beyond bearing by the pace of their mighty -steed. Higher and higher they rise, clothed by the -hissing foam, until from its summit they spring to -land and race to the woods.</p> - -<p>Only a breathing space passes, and again they -come rushing shoreward to where a mimic fleet of -light canoes lies covered with boughs to shield them -from the sun. As if time were all important, they -fling the leaves aside and rush the frail craft into the -water, springing in as they glide afloat. Two by two -they sail away, an occasional persuasive touch of the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_77"></a>[77]</span> -paddles sufficing to guide and propel them whithersoever -they will.</p> - -<p>The sun is nearing the western edge of their world, -and his slanting beams are spreading lavishly over -the silken waters broad bands of rich and swiftly -changing colour. A hush that is holy is stealing -over all things, a stillness so profound that the light -splash of a flying-fish tinkles clear as a tiny bell. -The happy people float along in a delicious languor, -feasting their eyes upon the doubled beauty -of the landscape near the shore, where the line -dividing the reality from its reflection cannot be -discerned.</p> - -<p>Beneath them are constantly changing pictures no -less lovely, the marvellous surfaces of the living coral -with all its wealth of tinted anemones and brilliantly-decked -fish of all shapes and all hues. Carried by -the imperceptible current, they pass swiftly, silently, -from scene to scene, over depths so profound that -the waters are almost blue-black, and as suddenly -coming upon a submarine grove of rigid coral trees, -whose topmost branches nearly break through the -placid surface.</p> - -<p>Presently the sun is gone, and the tender veil of -night comes creeping up from the East. Already -the Evening Star, like a minute moon, is sending a -long thread of silver over the purpling sea. Beneath -the waters the sea-folk have begun their nightly -illumination, and overhead are peeping out, one by -one, the vedettes of the night. Bird and beast and -fish have ceased their play, and a gentle wind arises. -The canoes glide shoreward noiselessly, and the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_78"></a>[78]</span> -voyagers seek through scented pathways their leafy -homes.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>“Poor fellow, you look a bit stale and overworked! -You ought to run down to the seaside for -a week!”</p> - -<p>And the suddenly-awakened clerk starts up, muttering -a half-intelligible apology to his employer, who -stands regarding him with a look of pity. But for a -few fleeting moments he has been perfectly happy.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_79"></a>[79]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SOCIABLE_FISH">SOCIABLE FISH</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">In</span> one of the most charming chapters of that truly -charming book, Gilbert White’s “Natural History -of Selborne,” the gentle author tells of some strange -instances of sociability among the denizens of the -farmyard, a craving for companionship that brought -into intimate acquaintanceship such widely differing -animals as a horse and a hen, a doe and some cattle. -This, as a proof that loneliness is an abnormal -condition of life even among the lesser intelligences -of creation, “gives to think,” as our neighbours say; -but probably few people would imagine that the -same desire for society obtains even among the -inhabitants of the deep and wide sea.</p> - -<p>I do not now speak of such gregarious fish as -compose the great shoals that beneficently visit the -shallower waters washing populous countries, from -whose innumerable multitudes whole nations may -be fed without making any appreciable diminution -in their apparently infinite numbers; but of those -more varied and widely scattered species that are -to be found near the sea-surface all over the ocean. -In the ordinary routine of modern passenger traffic -no observation of these truly deep-sea fish is possible, -for, in the first place, the breathless panting of the -propeller fills them with dread of the swiftly-gliding -monster whose approach it heralds; and in the next,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_80"></a>[80]</span> -the would-be observer has no time to catch even a -glimpse of the inhabitants of that teeming world -beneath him with, perhaps, the exception of a rapidly-passing -school of porpoises or the hurried vision of -a sea-shouldering whale.</p> - -<p>No, for the deliberate observation necessary in -order to know something of the sea-people a sailing-ship -must be chosen, the slower the better, one -wherein may be felt to its fullest extent by the -mindless, sightless passenger the “intolerable tedium -of a long voyage.” In such a ship as this the student -of marine natural history, provided he be not responsible -to stern owners for the length of his passage, -will welcome with great delight the solemn -hush of the calm, when the windless dome above -him is filled with perfect peace, and the shining -circle upon which he floats is like the pupil of God’s -eye. Then, leaning over the taffrail, looking earnestly -down into the crystalline blue, you may see the -bottom of the ship without visible support as if -poised in a sky of deeper blue and more limpid -atmosphere. The parasitic life that has already -attached itself to the vessel is all busy living. Barnacles -with their long, glutinous feet-stalks waving -in imperceptible motion, are expanding from between -their shells delicate fringes of brown, that, -all eyes to see and hands to hold, allow nothing that -can feed them to pass them by. And as they flex -themselves inward with the supplies they have drawn -from the apparently barren water, you can fancy -that the pearly whiteness of the shells gleams with a -brighter lustre as of satisfaction. The dull-hued<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_81"></a>[81]</span> -limpets, like pustules breaking out upon the ship’s -sheathing, may also be discerned, but less easily, -because they have such a neutral tint, and -love to nestle amongst a tangle of dank, deep-green -sea-moss, that, except where the light from -above breaks obliquely down upon it, looks almost -black.</p> - -<p>But a little patient watching will reveal a set of -tiny arms forth-darting from the irregular opening -in the apex of each limpet-cone. They, too, are busy -continually, arresting every morsel, invisible to feeble -human sight, that comes within their reach, and -passing it within for the up-keep of the compact, -self-contained residence. And there, can it be possible, -at all this distance from land? It is not only -possible but undeniable that there is a <em>crab</em>, an -impudent, inquisitive little tangle of prying claws -surrounding a disc about the size of a shilling. He -strolls about in leisurely fashion, but making a track -at all sorts of angles, among the living fixtures, skirting -each barnacle or limpet with a ludicrous air of -contempt, as it seems. You can almost imagine him -saying: “I never saw such a lot of dead-an’-alive -ornaments in my life. Say! how d’you like stoppin’ -in the same old spot for ever an’ ever?” But, impervious -to his rudeness, the busy creatures never -cease their one set of movements, utterly ignoring his -very existence. You cannot help but wonder what -becomes of that little crab when the ship begins to -move, for you know that he can’t possibly hold on -against the tremendous brushing past of the water. -He isn’t built for that.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_82"></a>[82]</span></p> - -<p>The other parasites, whether animal or vegetable, -have, you notice, been busy for who shall say how -long adapting themselves to every condition of their -dependent life, so that now, whatever motion be -made by the ship, they present to the onrush of -the water just the right angle of surface that will -allow it to slip over them easily, while at the same -time they are always in a position to levy contributions. -There is a puzzling lead-coloured streak along -the copper near the keel to which your eye returns -again and again, for although it will persist in looking -like a place whence a strip of sheathing has been torn, -there is yet a suggestion of quivering life about it -which is certainly not the tremulous outline given -to every inanimate object under water. Suddenly -your doubts are set at rest—the mystery is solved. -The steward has cast over the side some fragments -of food that settle slowly downwards, turning over -and over as they sink and catching the diffused light -at every point, so that they sparkle like gems. As -they pass the almost motionless keel the leaden-looking -streak suddenly detaches itself, and, almost -startlingly revealed as a graceful fish, intercepts and -swallows those morsels one after the other. You -fetch a few more fragments, and, dropping them one -by one, entice your new acquaintance nearer the -surface, so that you may admire the easy grace of -every movement, and study at your leisure the result -of this creature’s development along certain lines of -inventiveness.</p> - -<p>It is a <em>Remora</em>, or “sucker,” a species of shark -that never exceed a dozen pounds in weight. Having<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_83"></a>[83]</span> -all the shark’s usual qualities of slothfulness, voracity, -and timorousness, it is prevented from becoming -ferocious also by its limitations of size and the -feebleness of its teeth. And as it would be hopeless -for it to attempt to prey upon other fish while they -are alive, from its lack of the requisite speed as well -as from the scarcity of fish of sufficiently small size -in the deep waters which are its abiding-place, it has -developed a parasitic habit, which saves it a whole -world of trouble by insuring its protection, economising -exertion, and keeping it in the midst of a -plentiful food-supply. All these objects are attained -in the simplest manner possible, aided by an unfailing -instinct guiding the creature in its selection of an -involuntary host.</p> - -<p>On the top of its head, which is perfectly flat, it -has developed an arrangement which has, perhaps, -the most artificial appearance of anything found in -animated Nature. It is in plan an oblong oval, with -a line running along its middle, to which other -diagonal lines, perfectly parallel to each other, extend -from the outer edge. The whole thing is curiously -like the non-slipping tread moulded upon the soles -of many lawn-tennis shoes. This strangely patterned -contrivance is really an adhesive attachment of such -strength that, when by its means the fish is holding -on to any plane surface, it is impossible to drag the -body away, except by almost tearing the fish in half. -Yet by the flexing of some simple muscles the fish -can release its body instantly, or as instantly re-attach -itself. Of course, it always adheres to its host with -its head pointing in the same direction as the host<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_84"></a>[84]</span> -usually travels, because in that manner the pressure -of the water assists the grip of the sucker and keeps -the whole body lying flatly close to whatever is carrying -it along. In this position it can perform all the -natural functions. Its wide mouth gapes; its eyes, -set one on either side of its flattened head, take in a -most comprehensive view of the prospect, so that -nothing having the appearance of edibility can pass -that way without being seen and, if the speed of its -host admits, immediately investigated. Thus its sociability -is obviously of the most selfish kind. It sticketh -closer than a brother, but affection for its protecting -companion forms no part of its programme. Its -number is, emphatically, One.</p> - -<p>I have used the word “host” intentionally, because -the remora does not by any means limit its company -to ships. It is exceedingly fond of attaching itself -to the body of a whale, and also to some of the -larger sharks. Indeed, it goes a step further than -mere outward attachment in the latter case, because -well-authenticated instances are recorded where -several suckers have been found clinging to a huge -shark’s palate. This is another stage on the way to -perfect parasitism, because under such circumstances -these daring lodgers needed not to detach themselves -any more. They had only to intercept sufficient -food for their wants on its way from the front -door to the interior departments. I have also seen -them clinging to the jaw of a sperm whale, but that -jaw was not in working order. It was bent outwards -at right angles to the body, and afforded harbourage -to a most comprehensive collection of parasites,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_85"></a>[85]</span> -barnacles especially, giving the front elevation of -that whale an appearance utterly unlike anything -with life.</p> - -<p>But John Chinaman has outwitted the superlatively -lazy remora. By what one must regard as a triumph -of ingenuity he has succeeded in converting the very -means whereby this born-tired fish usually escapes -all necessity for energy into an instrument for obtaining -gain for other people. The mode is as follows: -First catch your remora. No difficulty here. A hook -and line of the simplest, a bait of almost anything that -looks eatable lowered by the side of a ship, and if -there be a sucker hidden there he will be after the -lure instantly. The only skill necessary is to haul -him up swiftly when he bites, because if he be allowed -to get hold of the ship again you may pull the hook -out of his jaws, but you will not succeed in detaching -him. Having caught a remora, the fisherman fastens -a brass ring closely round its body, just at its smallest -part before the spread of the tail. To this he attaches -a long, fine, and strong line. He then departs for the -turtle grounds with his prisoner. Arriving there he -confines himself to keeping the remora away from the -bottom of his boat by means of a bamboo. Of course -the captive gets very tired, and no turtle can pass -within range of him without his hanging on to that -turtle for a rest. The moment he does so the turtle’s -fate is sealed. Struggle how he may, he cannot shake -loose the tenacious grip of the sucker, and the stolid -yellow man in the sampan has only to haul in upon -the line to bring that unwilling turtle within range -of his hands and lift him into the boat. And this<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_86"></a>[86]</span> -ingenious utilisation of the sucker’s well-known -peculiarity has also commended itself to the semi-barbarous -fishermen of the East African littoral, who -are not otherwise notable for either ingenuity or -enterprise.</p> - -<p>Before we dismiss the remora to his beloved rest -again it is worthy of notice that he himself gives -unwilling hospitality to another sociable creature. It -is a little crustacean, rather like an exaggerated woodlouse, -but without the same power of curling itself -into a ball. It is of a pearly white colour, very -sluggish in its movements, but with tenacious hooks -upon its many legs it holds on securely to the inside -of the sucker’s mouth near the gill-slits, being there -provided with all the needs of its existence, without -the slightest effort of its own. Its chief interest to -naturalists lies in its strange likeness to the fossil -trilobites so plentifully scattered among various geological -strata.</p> - -<p>But while you have been watching the remora a -visitor from the vast openness around has arrived, -as if glad of the society afforded by the ship. Yet -in this case the idea seems a fond conceit, because -the new-comer is only a “jelly-fish,” or “Medusa.” -It is really an abuse of language to use the word -“fish” in connection with such an almost impalpable -entity as the Medusa, because while a fish is an -animal high up the scale of the vertebrata, a Medusa -is almost at the bottom of the list of created things. -When floating in the sea it is an exceedingly pretty -object, with its clear, mushroom-shaped disc uppermost, -and long fringe of feathery filaments, sometimes<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_87"></a>[87]</span> -delicately coloured, waving gracefully beneath with -each pulsation of the whole mass. It has no power -of independent locomotion, no—but, there, it is not -easy to say what it <em>has</em> got, since if you haul one up -in a bucket and lay it on deck in the sun, it will melt -entirely away, leaving not a trace behind except two -or three tiny morsels of foreign matter which did -not belong to its organism at all. Yet if one of these -masses of jelly comes into contact with your bare -skin it stings like a nettle, for it secretes, in some -mysterious way, an acrid fluid that serves it instead -of many organs possessed by further advanced -creatures. As the present subject passes beneath -your gaze you notice quite a little cluster of tiny -fish smaller even than full-grown tittlebats, perhaps -a dozen or so, who look strangely forlorn in -the middle of the ocean. It may be that this sense -of loneliness leads them to seek the shelter of something -larger than themselves, something which will -be a sort of rallying-point in such a wide world -of waters.</p> - -<p>Perhaps the lovely streamers dangling have aroused -their curiosity, but, whatever the motive, you see the -little group, huddled round the Medusa, popping in -and out from the edge of the disc, through which you -can plainly see them as they pass beneath. It is -quite pretty to watch those innocent games of the -sportive little fish, but presently you notice that one -of them doesn’t play any more. He is entangled -among those elegant fringes and hangs like a little -silver streak, brightening and fading as it is turned -by the pulsatory movement of the Medusa. And if<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_88"></a>[88]</span> -you could watch it long enough you would see it -gradually disappear, absorbed into the jelly-like substance -by the solvent secreted by the Medusa for -that purpose. Still unconscious of their companion’s -fate, the other little victims continue to play in that -treacherous neighbourhood, voluntarily supplying the -needs of an organism immeasurably beneath them in -the sum-total of all those details that go to make up -conscious life.</p> - -<p>Closely gathered about the rudder and stern-post -is another group of larger fish, the several individuals -being from 4 in. to 8 in. long, and most elegant in -shape and colour. They evidently seek the ship for -protection, for they scarcely ever leave her vicinity -for more than 2 ft. or 3 ft. If one of them does dart -away that distance after some, to you, imperceptible -morsel of food, it is back again in a flash, sidling -up to her sheathing closer than ever, as if dreadfully -alarmed at its own temerity. A small hook baited -with a fragment of meat will enable you to catch -one if only you can get it to fall close enough to -the rudder—no easy matter, because of the great -overhang of the stern. In the old-fashioned ships, -where the rudder-head moved in a huge cavity called -the rudder-trunk, I have often caught them by dropping -my hook down there, and very sweet-eating little -fish they were. Sailors call them “rudder-fish,” a -trivial name derived from their well-known habit, but -they are really a species of “caranx,” and akin to the -mackerel tribe, which has so many representatives -among deep-water fish. They are, perhaps, the most -sociable of all the fish that visit a ship far out at<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_89"></a>[89]</span> -sea; but they present the same problem that the -crab did a little while ago: What becomes of them -when a breeze springs up and the vessel puts on -speed?</p> - -<p>I have often watched them at the beginning of a -breeze, swimming steadily along by the side of the -stern-post, so as to be clear of the eddies raised by -the rudder; but it was always evident that a rate -of over three knots would leave them astern very -soon. Not less curious is the speculation as to -whence they come so opportunely. There seems to -be very few of them, yet an hour or two’s calm nearly -always shows a little company of them cowering in -their accustomed place. As you watch them wonderingly, -a broad blaze of reflected light draws your -attention to the splendid shape of a dolphin gliding -past and exposing the silver shield of his side to the -sun’s rays, which radiate from it with an almost unbearable -glare. At that instant every one of the little -fish beneath you gather into one compact bunch, so -close to the stern-post that they look as if part of it. -When they can no longer keep up with the ship’s -protecting bulk how do they escape the jaws of such -beautiful ravenous monsters as that which has just -passed? The swift flying-fish cannot do so, even with -the swallow-like speed that he possesses and the -power of skimming through the air for a thousand -yards at a flight. What chance, then, can our -shrinking little companions possibly have, or how -do they survive amidst so many enemies? It is an -unsolvable mystery.</p> - -<p>What is this cold grey shadow stealing along<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_90"></a>[90]</span> -through the bright blue water by the keel? A -shark, and a big one too. No one doubts the reason -for <em>his</em> sociability; in fact, he (or she) is credited by -most sailors with a most uncanny knowledge of what -is going on aboard any ship he chooses to honour -with his company. We need not be so foolish as -to believe any of these childish stories, especially -when the obvious explanation lies so closely on the -surface. Heredity accounts for a great many things -that have long been credited with supernatural -origins, and the shark’s attachment to the society of -ships is so plainly hereditary that the slightest thought -upon the subject will convince any unbiased person -of the reasonableness of the explanation. For many -generations the shark, born scavenger that he is, has -learned to associate the huge shadow cast by a ship -with food, not perhaps in such mountainous abundance -as that provided by the carcass of a dead -whale, but still scattering savoury morsels at fairly -regular intervals. From its earliest days—when, -darting in and out of its mother’s capacious jaws, -it has shared in the spoil descending from passing -ships—to the end of what is often a very long -life, ships and food are inseparably associated -in whatever answers to its mind in the shark. -Man, alive or dead, always makes a welcome change -of diet to a fish that, by reason of his build, is -unable to prey upon other fish as do the rest of -his neighbours.</p> - -<p>As I have said elsewhere, the shark eats man -because man is easy to catch, not because he likes -man’s flesh better than any other form of food, as<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_91"></a>[91]</span> -many landsmen and even sailors believe. But the -shark is only able to gratify his sociable instincts in -calms or very light airs. He is far too slothful, too -constitutionally averse to exertion, to expend his -energies in the endeavour to keep up with a ship -going at even a moderate rate of speed. Let the -wind drop, however, and in few parts of the sea -will you be without a visit from a shark for many -hours. In one vessel that I sailed in the skipper had -such a delicate nose that he could not bear the -stench of the water in which the day’s allowance -of salt meat had been steeped to get some of the -pickle out of it. So he ordered a strong net to be -made of small rope, and into this the meat was put, -the net secured to a stout line, and hung over the -stern just low enough to dip every time the vessel -curtsied. The plan answered admirably for some -time, until one night the wind fell to a calm, and -presently the man at the wheel heard a great splash -behind him. He rushed to the taffrail and looked -over, just in time to see the darkness beneath all -aglow with phosphorescence, showing that some -unusual agitation had recently taken place. He -ran to the net-lanyard, and, taking a good pull, -fell backward on deck, for there was nothing fast -to it. Net and meat were gone. The skipper -was much vexed, of course, that the net hadn’t -been hauled up a little higher when it fell calm, -for, as he told the mate, anybody ought to know -that 30 lbs. of salt pork dangling overboard in a -calm was enough to call a shark up from a -hundred miles away.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_92"></a>[92]</span></p> - -<p>As this particular shark, now sliding stealthily along -the keel towards the stern, becomes more clearly -visible, you notice what looks at first like a bright -blue patch on top of his head. But, strange to say, -it is not fixed; it shifts from side to side, backwards -and forwards, until, as the big fish rises higher, you -make it out to be the pretty little caranx that shares -with the crocodile and buffalo birds the reputation -of being the closest possible companion and chum -of so strangely diverse an animal to himself. And -now we are on debatable ground, for this question -of the sociability of the pilot-fish with the shark has -been most hotly argued. And perhaps, like the -cognate question of the flight of flying-fish, it is too -much to hope that any amount of first-hand testimony -will avail to settle it now. Still, if a man will -but honestly state what he has <em>seen</em>, not once, but -many times repeated, his evidence ought to have -some weight in the settlement of even the most -vexed questions. Does the pilot-fish love the shark? -Does it even know that the shark <em>is</em> a shark, a slow, -short-sighted, undiscriminating creature whose chief -characteristic is that of never-satisfied hunger? In -short, does the pilot-fish attach itself to the shark as -a pilot, with a definite object in view, or is the -attachment merely the result of accident? Let -us see.</p> - -<p>Here is a big shark-hook, upon which we stick a -mass of fat pork two or three pounds in weight. -Fastening a stout rope to it, we drop it over the stern -with a splash. The eddies have no sooner smoothed -away than we see the brilliant little blue and gold<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_93"></a>[93]</span> -pilot-fish coming towards our bait at such speed that -we can hardly detect the lateral vibrations of his tail. -Round and round the bait he goes, evidently in a -high state of excitement, and next moment he has -darted off again as rapidly as he came. He reaches -the shark, touches him with his head on the nose, -and comes whizzing back again to the bait, followed -sedately by the dull-coloured monster. As if impatient -of his huge companion’s slowness he keeps -oscillating between him and the bait until the shark -has reached it and, without hesitation, has turned -upon his back to seize it, if such a verb can be -used to denote the deliberate way in which that -gaping crescent of a mouth enfolds the lump of -pork. Nothing, you think, can increase the excitement -of the little attendant now. He seems ubiquitous, -flashing all round the shark’s jaws as if there -were twenty of him at least. But when half-a-dozen -men, “tailing on” to the rope, drag the shark -slowly upward out of the sea, the faithful little -pilot seems to go frantic with—what shall we call -it?—dread of losing his protector, affection, anger, -who can tell?</p> - -<p>The fact remains that during the whole time occupied -in hauling the huge writhing carcass of the shark -up out of the water the pilot-fish never ceases its -distracted upward leaping against the body of its -departing companion. And after the shark has been -hauled quite clear of the water the bereaved pilot -darts disconsolately to and fro about the rudder as if -in utter bewilderment at its great loss. For as long -as the calm continues, or until another shark makes<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_94"></a>[94]</span> -his or her appearance, that faithful little fish will still -hover around, every splash made in the water bringing -it at top speed to the spot as if it thought that its -friend had just returned.</p> - -<p>No doubt there is a mutual benefit in the undoubted -alliance between pilot-fish and shark, for I -have seen a pilot-fish take refuge, along with a female -shark’s tiny brood, within the parent’s mouth at the -approach of a school of predatory fish, while it is -only reasonable to suppose, what has often been -proved to be the fact, that in guiding the shark to -food the pilot also has its modest share of the feast. -It is quite true that the pilot-fish will for a time attach -itself to a boat when its companion has been killed. -Again and again I have noticed this on a whaling -voyage, where more sharks are killed in one day -while cutting in a whale than many sailors see during -their whole lives.</p> - -<p>Hitherto we have only considered those inhabitants -of the deep sea that forgather with a ship during a -calm. Not that the enumeration of them is exhausted, -by any means, for during long-persisting calms, as I -have often recorded elsewhere, many queer denizens -of the middle depths of ocean are tempted by the -general stagnation to come gradually to the surface -and visit the unfamiliar light. Considerations of space -preclude my dealing with many of these infrequent -visitors to the upper strata of the sea, but I cannot -refrain from mention of one or two that have come -under my notice at different times. One especially -I tried for two days to inveigle by various means, for -I thought (and still think) that a stranger fish was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_95"></a>[95]</span> -never bottled in any museum than he was. He was -sociable enough, too. I dare say his peculiar appearance -was dead against his scraping an acquaintance -with any ordinary-looking fish, who, in spite of -their well-known curiosity, might well be excused -from chumming up with any such “sport” as he -undoubtedly was. He was about 18 in. long, with -a head much like a gurnard and a tapering body -resembling closely in its contour that of a cod. So -that as far as his shape went there was nothing particularly -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">outré</i> in his appearance. But he was bright -green in colour—at least, the ground of his colour-scheme -was bright green. He was dotted profusely -with glaring crimson spots about the size of a sixpence. -And from the centre of each of these spots -sprang a brilliant blue tassel upon a yellow stalk -about an inch long. All his fins—and he had certainly -double the usual allowance—were also fringed -extensively with blue filaments, which kept fluttering -and waving continually, even when he lay perfectly -motionless, as if they were all nerves. His tail was a -wonderful organ more than twice as large as his size -warranted, and fringed, of course, as all his other -fins were, only more so. His eyes were very -large and inexpressive, dead-looking in fact, reminding -me of eyes that had been boiled. But -over each of them protruded a sort of horn of -bright yellow colour for about two inches, at the -end of which dangled a copious tassel of blue -that seemed to obscure the uncanny creature’s -vision completely.</p> - -<p>To crown all, a dorsal ridge of crimson rose quite<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_96"></a>[96]</span> -two inches, the whole length of his back being finished -off by a long spike that stuck out over his nose like a -jibboom, and had the largest tassel of all depending -from it. So curiously decorated a fish surely never -greeted man’s eye before, and when he moved, which -he did with dignified slowness, the effect of all those -waving fringes and tassels was dazzling beyond expression. -I think he must have been some distant -relation of the angler-fish that frequents certain tidal -rivers, but he had utilised his leisure for personal -decoration upon original lines. This was in the -Indian Ocean, near the Line; but some years after, -in hauling up a mass of Gulf weed in the North -Atlantic, I caught, quite by accident, a tiny fish, not -two inches long, that strongly reminded me of my -tasselled friend, and may have been one of the same -species. I tried to preserve the little fellow in a -bottle, but had no spirit, and he didn’t keep in salt -water.</p> - -<p>By far the most numerous class of sociable deep-sea -fish, however, are those that delight to accompany -a ship that is making good way through the water. -They do not like a steamer—the propeller with its -tremendous churning scares them effectually away—but -the silent gliding motion of the sailing-ship seems -just to their taste. As soon as the wind falls and the -vessel stops they keep at a distance, only occasionally -passing discontentedly, as if they wondered why their -big companion was thus idling away the bright day. -Foremost among these, both in numbers and the -closeness with which they accompany a ship, is the -“bonito,” a species of mackerel so named by the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_97"></a>[97]</span> -Spaniards from their beautiful appearance. They are -a “chubby” fish, much more bulky in body in proportion -to their length than our mackerel, for one -18 in. long will often tip the scale at 30 lbs. Their -vigour is tremendous; there is no other word for it. -A school of them numbering several hundreds will -attach themselves to a ship travelling at the rate of -six to eight knots an hour, and keep her company -for a couple of days, swimming steadily with her, -either alongside, ahead, or astern; but during the -daytime continually making short excursions away -after flying-fish or leaping-squid scared up or -“flushed” by the approach of the ship. Not only -so, but as if to work off their surplus energy they -will occasionally take vertical leaps into the air to a -height that, considering their stumpy proportions, is -amazing.</p> - -<p>The probable reason for their sociability is, I think, -that they know how the passing of the ship’s deep -keel through the silence immediately underlying the -sea-surface startles upward their natural prey, the -flying-fish and loligo (small cuttle-fish), and affords -them ample opportunities for dashing among them -unobserved. In any case, to the hungry sailor, this -neighbourly habit of theirs is quite providential. For -by such simple means as a piece of white rag attached -to a hook, and let down from the jibboom end to -flutter over the dancing wavelets like a flying-fish, a -fine bonito is easily secured, although holding a -twenty-pounder just out of the water in one’s arms -is calculated to give the captor a profound respect for -the energy of his prize. Unlike most other fish, they<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_98"></a>[98]</span> -are warm-blooded. Their flesh is dark and coarse, -but if it were ten times darker and coarser than it is it -would be welcome as a change from the everlasting -salt beef and pork.</p> - -<p>The dolphin, about which so much confusion arises -from the difference in nomenclature between the -naturalist and the seaman, has long been celebrated -by poetic writers for its dazzling beauty. But between -the sailor’s dolphin, <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Coryphœna Hippuris</i> (forgive me -for the jargon), which is a fish, and the naturalist’s -dolphin, <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Delphinus deductor</i>, which is a mammal, there -is far more difference than there is between a greyhound -and a pig. Sailors call the latter a porpoise, -and won’t recognise any distinction between the -<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Delphinus</i> and any other small sea mammal (except -a seal), calling them all porpoises. But no sailor ever -meant anything else by “dolphin” than the beautiful -fish of which I must say a few words in the small -remaining space at my disposal. For some reason -best known to themselves the dolphin do not care to -accompany a ship so closely as the bonito. They are -by no means so constant in their attention, for when -the ship is going at a moderate speed they cannot -curb their impatience and swim soberly along with -her, and when she goes faster they seem to dislike the -noise she makes, and soon leave her. But, although -they do not stick closely to a ship, they like her company, -and in light winds will hang about her all day, -showing off their glories to the best advantage, and -often contributing a welcome mess to the short -commons of the fo’c’s’le. Their average weight is -about 15 lbs., but from their elegant shape they are a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_99"></a>[99]</span> -far more imposing fish than the bonito. They are -deepest at the head, which has a rounded forehead -with a sharp front, and they taper gradually -to the tail, which is of great size. A splendid -dorsal fin runs the whole length of the back, which, -when it is erected, adds greatly to their appearance -of size.</p> - -<p>No pen could possibly do justice to the magnificence -of their colouring, for, like “shot” silk or the glowing -tints of the humming-bird, it changes with every turn. -And when the fish is disporting under a blazing sun -its glories are almost too brilliant for the unshaded -eye; one feels the need of smoked glass through -which to view them. These wonderful tints begin to -fade as soon as the fish is caught; and although there -is a series of waves of colour that ebb and flow about -the dying creature, the beauty of the living body is -never even remotely approached again, in spite of -what numberless writers have said to the contrary. -To see the dolphin in full chase after a flying-fish, -leaping like a glorious arrow forty feet at each lateral -bound through the sunshine, is a vision worth remembering. -I know of nothing more gorgeous under -heaven.</p> - -<p>The giant albacore, biggest mackerel of them all, -reaching a weight of a quarter of a ton, does seek the -society of a ship sometimes, but not nearly so often -as bonito and dolphin. And although I have caught -these monsters in the West Indies from boats, I never -saw one hauled on board ship. It would not be treating -the monarch of the finny tribe respectfully to -attempt a description of him at the bare end of my<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_100"></a>[100]</span> -article, so I must leave him, as well as the “skipjack,” -yellow-tail, and barracouta, for some other -occasion. Perhaps enough has now been said to -show that sociability is not by any means confined -to land animals, although the great subject of the -sociability of sea-mammals has not even been touched -upon.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_101"></a>[101]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="ALLIGATORS_AND_MAHOGANY">ALLIGATORS AND MAHOGANY</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Merchant</span> seamen as a -rule have <ins class="corr" id="tn101" title="Transcriber’s Note—Changed “very little acqaintance” to “very little acquaintance”">very little acquaintance</ins> -with the appalling alligator, whose unappeasable -ferocity and diabolical cunning make him -so terrible a neighbour. Had the alligator been a -seafarer, it is in my mind that mankind would have -heard little of the savagery of the shark, who, to tell -the truth fairly, is a much maligned monster; incapable -of seven-tenths of the crimes attributed to -him, innocent of another two-tenths, and in the -small balance of iniquity left, a criminal rather from -accident than from design. But all the atrocities -attributed by ignorance to the shark may truthfully -be predicated of the alligator, and many more also, -seeing that the great lizard is equally at home on -land or in the water.</p> - -<p>I speak feelingly, having had painful experience -of the ways of the terrible saurian during my visits -to one of the few places where sailors are brought -into contact with him. Tonala River, which empties -itself into the Gulf of Mexico, has a sinister notoriety, -owing to the number of alligators with which it is -infested; and through the proverbial carelessness of -seamen and their ignorance of the language spoken -by the people ashore, many an unrecorded tragedy -has occurred there to members of the crews of -vessels loading mahogany in the river. Like all the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_102"></a>[102]</span> -streams which debouch into that Western Mediterranean, -Tonala River has a bar across its mouth, but, -unlike most of them, there is occasionally water upon -the bar deep enough to permit vessels of twelve or -thirteen feet draught to enter with safety. And as -the embarkation of mahogany in the open roadstead -is a series of hair-breadth escapes from death on the -part of the crew and attended by much damage -to the ship, it is easy to understand why the navigability -of Tonala Bar is highly valued by shipmasters -fortunate enough to be chartered thither, -since it permits them to take in a goodly portion -of their cargo in comparative comfort. Against -this benefit, however, is to be set off a long list -of disadvantages, not the least of which are the -swarms of winged vermin that joyfully pass the -short space between ship and river-bank, scenting -fresh blood. The idea of there being any danger -in the river itself, however, rarely occurs to a seaman -until he sees, some day, as he listlessly gazes -overside at the turbid current silently sweeping -seaward, a dead log floating deep, just awash in -fact. And as he watches it with unspeculating -eyes, one end of it will slowly be upreared just a -little and the hideous head of an alligator, with -its cold, dead-looking eyes, sleepily half unclosed, -is revealed. Just a ripple and the thing has gone, -sunk stone-like, but with every faculty alert, that -rugged ironclad exterior giving no hint to the uninitiated -of the potentialities for mischief, swift and -supple, therein contained.</p> - -<p>In spite of having read much about these creatures<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_103"></a>[103]</span> -and their habits, I confess to having been very -sceptical as to their agility until I was enlightened in -such a startling manner that the memory of that scene -is branded upon my mind. I was strolling along the -smooth sandy bank of the river opposite the straggling -rows of huts we called the town one lovely -Sunday morning, all eyes and ears for anything -interesting. After about an hour’s walk my legs, -unaccustomed to such exercise, begged off for a -little, and seeing a stranded tree-trunk lying on the -beach some little distance ahead, I made towards it -for a seat. As I neared it a young bullock came -leisurely down towards the water from the bush, -between me and the log. I, of course, took no -notice of him, but held on my way until within, I -should say, fifty yards of the log. Suddenly that -dead tree sprang into life and spun round with a -movement like the sweep of a scythe. It struck the -bullock from his feet, throwing him upon his side in -the water. What ensued was so rapid that the eye -could not follow it, or make out anything definitely -except a stirring up of the sand and a few ripples in -the water. The big animal was carried off as noiselessly -and easily as if he had been a lamb, nor, -although I watched long, did I ever catch sight of -him again. Notwithstanding the heat of the sun I -felt a cold chill as I thought how easily the fate of -the bullock might have been mine. And from thenceforth, -until familiarity with the hateful reptiles bred -a sort of contempt for their powers, I kept a very -sharp look-out in every direction for stranded tree-trunks. -This care on my part nearly proved fatal,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_104"></a>[104]</span> -because I forgot that the alligators might possibly -be lying hid in the jungly vegetation that flourished -thickly just above high-water mark. So that it -happened when I neared the spot where I was to -hail the boat, as I nervously scanned the beach for -any sign of a scaly log, I heard a rustling of dry -leaves on my right, and down towards me glided -one of the infernal things with a motion almost -like that of a launching ship. I turned and tried to -run—I suppose I did run—but to my fancy it -seemed as if I had a 56-lb. weight upon each foot. -Hardly necessary to say, perhaps, that I escaped, -but my walk had lost all its charms for me, and I -vowed never to come ashore again there alone.</p> - -<p>But as if the performances of these ugly beasts -were to be fully manifested before our eyes, on the -very next day, a Greek trader came off to the ship -accompanied by his son, a boy of about ten years -old. Leaving the youngster in the canoe, the father -came on board and tried to sell some fruit he had -brought. We had a raft of mahogany alongside, -about twenty huge logs, upon which a half-breed -Spaniard was standing, ready to sling such as were -pointed out to him by the stevedores. The boy -must needs get out of the canoe and amuse himself -by stepping from log to log, delighted hugely by the -way they bobbed and tumbled about beneath him. -Presently a yell from the slingsman brought all hands -to the rail on the jump, and there, about fifty yards -from the raft, was to be seen the white arm of the -boy limply waving to and fro, while a greasy ripple -beneath it showed only too plainly what horror<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_105"></a>[105]</span> -had overtaken him. The distracted father sprang into -his canoe, four men from our ship manned our own -boat, and away they went in chase, hopelessly enough -to be sure. Yet, strange to say, the monster did -not attempt to go down with his prey. He kept -steadily breasting the strong current, easily keeping -ahead of his pursuers, that pitiful arm still waving -as if beckoning them onward to the rescue of its -owner. Boat after boat from ships and shore joined -in the pursuit, every man toiling as if possessed by -an overmastering energy and impervious to broiling -sun or deadening fatigue. For five miles the chase -continued; one by one the boats and canoes gave -up as their occupants lost their last ounce of energy, -until only one canoe still held on, one man still -plied his paddle with an arm that rose and fell like -the piston-rod of a steam-engine. It was the bereaved -father. At last the encouraging arm disappeared, as -the alligator, having reached his lair, disappeared -beneath the surface, leaving the river face unruffled -above him. Quick as a wild duck the solitary -pursuer swerved and made for the bank, where a -score of his acquaintances met him tendering gourds -of aguadiente, cigaritos, and such comfort as they -could put into words. He took the nearest gourd -and drank deeply of the fiery spirit, accepted a -cigarette and lit it mechanically, but never spoke a -word. All the while his eyes were roving restlessly -around in search of something. At last they lit upon -a coil of line hanging upon a low branch to dry. -He rushed toward it, snatched it from its place, and -taking his cuchillo from his belt felt its edge. Then<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_106"></a>[106]</span> -roughly brushing aside all who attempted to hinder -him, he boarded his canoe again, taking no notice of -one of his friends who got in after him. Under the -pressure of the two paddles they rapidly neared the -spot where the beast had sunk. As soon as they -reached the place the silent avenger laid aside his -paddle, took one end of the coil in his hand and -flinging the other to his companion, slipped overside -and vanished. In about two minutes he returned -to the surface, ghastly, his eyes glaring, and taking -a long, long breath disappeared again. This time -he did not return. When the watcher above felt -that all hope was gone he hauled upon the line as -much as he dared, but could not move what it -was secured to. Soon, however, boats came to his -assistance, and presently extra help raised to the -surface the huge armoured body of the man-eater, -the line being fast round his hind legs. The bereaved -father was clinging to the monster’s throat, one arm -thrust between his horrid jaws and the other hand -still clutching the haft of the bowie-knife, whose blade -was buried deep in the leathery folds of the great neck. -With bared heads and solemn faces the helpers towed -the group ashore, and reverently removing the poor -remains of father and son, buried them deep under -a wide-spreading tree.</p> - -<p>In the intervals (frequently occurring) between the -shipment of one consignment of logs and the arrival -of another, it was part of our duties to hunt along -the river banks for ownerless log-ends or even logs -of mahogany or cedar which we might saw and split -up into convenient pieces for broken stowage or<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_107"></a>[107]</span> -filling up the many interstices between the logs in -the hold. Naturally this led us into some queer -places and not a few scrapes, but incidentally we -were able to do some good service to the inhabitants -by destroying many hundreds of embryo alligators. -For wherever, in the course of our journeyings, we -came across a swelling in the sand along the river -bank, there we would delve, and we never failed of -finding a deposit of ball-like stony-shelled eggs, which -each contained a little devil of an alligator almost -ready to begin his career of crime. Needless perhaps -to say that none of those found by us in this manner -ever did any harm. But while busy on one occasion -destroying a clutch of these eggs, a huge specimen -some sixteen feet long appeared from no one knew -where, and actually succeeded in reaching with the -horny tip of his tail, as it swept round, the legs -of a West countryman, one of our finest seamen. -Fortunately for him the bo’sun was carrying a loaded -Snider rifle, and without stopping to think whether -anybody else might be in the way he banged her -“aloose.” The alligator was at the moment in a -half circle, swinging himself round to reach the -fallen man with his awful jaws wide spread and displaying -all their jagged yellow fangs. The heavy -bullet plunged right down that stinking throat and -ploughed its way out through the creature’s belly into -the sand. With a writhe like a snake the monster -recoiled upon himself, snapping his jaws horribly and -loading the air with a faint, sickening smell of musk. -After two or three twists and turns he managed to -slip into the water, but not before the bo’sun had<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_108"></a>[108]</span> -fired twice more at him and missed him by yards. -Poor Harry, the man knocked down, was so badly -scared that he sat on a log end and vomited, looking -livid as a corpse and shaking like a man of ninety. -We could do nothing for him, but watched him -sympathetically, hoping for his recovery, when suddenly -with a wild yell he sprang to his feet and -began to tear his clothes off as if he were mad. -Lord, how he did swear too! We were all scared, -thinking the fright had turned his brain, but when -he presently danced before us in his bare buff, picking -frantically at his skin, our dismay was changed into -shrieks of laughter. A colony of red ants, each about -half an inch long, had been concealed in that log. -They had walked up his trouser legs quietly enough -and fastened upon his body, their nippers meeting -through the soft skin. Hence his endeavours to get -disrobed in haste. He said it was nothing to laugh -at, but I don’t believe the man was yet born that -could have seen him and not laughed. Happily it -cured him of his fright.</p> - -<p>Whether by good luck or good management I don’t -presume to say, but in all our explorations we met -with no accident either from snake or saurian, while -the crew of a Norwegian brig lying close by us lost -one of their number the second day after their -arrival. They had been very short of water, and -in consequence sent a boat up the river to one of -the creeks for a supply. Four hands went on this -errand, and, tempted by the refreshing coolness of -the water, one of them waded out into the river -until the water was up to his waist, and stood there<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_109"></a>[109]</span> -baling it up with the dipper he carried and pouring -it over his head. The others were in the boat -laughing at his antics, when suddenly, as they described -it, a dark sickle-like shadow swept round -him, and with one marrow-freezing shriek he fell. -All the signs of a fearful struggle beneath the water -were evident, but never again did they see their -shipmate, nor was it until some time afterwards that -they learned what the manner of his going really was. -And when they did find out, nothing would tempt -any of them to leave the ship again while she lay -there. One of them told me that his shipmate’s last -cry would be with him, reverberating through his -mind, until his dying day. I am not naturally cruel, -but I confess that when one day I caught one of -these monsters with a hook and line while fishing -for something else, I felt a real pleasure in taking -the awful thing alongside, hoisting it on board, and -ripping it lengthways from end to end. From its -stomach we took quite a bushel basket-full of eggs, -nearly all of them with shells, ready for laying, and -we felt truly thankful that so vile a brood had been -caught before they had begun their life of evil.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_110"></a>[110]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="COUNTRY_LIFE_ON_BOARD_SHIP">COUNTRY LIFE ON BOARD SHIP</h2> -<h3>I</h3> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">At</span> first sight, any two things more difficult to bring -into intimate relations than bucolic and nautical life -would appear impossible to find. Those unfortunate -people who, having followed the calm, well-ordered -round of pastoral progress through the steadily-succeeding -seasons of many years, suddenly find themselves, -by some freakish twist of fortune’s wheel, -transferred to the unstable bosom of the mutable -deep, become terribly conscious of their helplessness -in the face of conditions so utterly at variance -with all their previous experience of settled, orderly -life. The old order has changed with a vengeance, -giving place to a bewildering seasonal disarrangement -which seems to their shaken senses like a -foretaste of some topsy-turvy world. Like sorrowful -strangers in a strange land are they, wherein -there is no sure foothold, and where, in place of -the old familiar landmarks known and cherished so -long, is a new element constant to nothing but -change and—upon which they seem to be precariously -poised—the centre of a marginless circle of -invariable variability. This subversion of all precedent -is of course no less disconcerting to the humbler -denizens of the farmyard and meadow than it is to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_111"></a>[111]</span> -those who are ordinarily the august arbiters of their -destinies. And a sudden change from the placid -environment of the homestead, with all its large liberty -and peaceful delights, to the cramped, comfortless -quarters which, as a rule, are all that shipboard -arrangements allow them, at once brings them to a -state of disconsolate wretchedness wherein all their -self-assertive individuality is reduced to a meek, voiceless -protest against their hard and unmerited fate. -Sea-sickness, too, that truly democratic leveller, -does not spare animals, but inserts another set of -totally new and unpleasant sensations into the -already complicated disorganisation of their unfortunate -position.</p> - -<p>In spite of these admittedly difficult factors, I have -the temerity to attempt the setting forth of certain -phases of nautical life experienced by myself which -have always appeared to me to bring into close contact -two such widely differing spheres of existence as -country life and sea life, principally in the management -of farmyard animals at sea. Sailors are proverbially -handy at most things, if their methods <em>are</em> -unconventional, and I venture to hope that country -readers will at least be amused by Jack’s antics when -dealing with the familiar creatures of the countryside.</p> - -<p>With that wonderful adaptability to circumstances -which, while pre-eminently characteristic of mankind, -is also a notable quality of domesticated animals, they -soon recover from their stupor and malaise, arrange -their locomotive powers to suit the mutations of their -unsteady home, and learn (perhaps soonest of all) to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_112"></a>[112]</span> -distinguish the very number of strokes upon the ship’s -bell which announces the arrival of feeding-time. No -doubt the attentions of the sailors have much to do -with the rapidity of acclimatisation (if the term may -be so employed) manifested by most of the animals, -since sailors have justly earned a high reputation for -taming and educating creatures of even the most -ferocious and intractable dispositions. Nevertheless, -this result is attained by some of the queerest and -most ludicrous means (to a countryman) imaginable. -But what does that matter, since the conditions of -their existence then become, for the seaworthy animals, -not only pleasant but undoubtedly profitable to their -owners. And where they are presently allowed the -run of the ship much fun ensues, fun, moreover, that -has no parallel in country life as ordinarily understood. -Perhaps my experiences have been more -favourably enlarged than falls to the lot of most seafarers, -for I have been in several ships where the -live-stock were allowed free warren; and although -the system had many inconveniences and entailed a -great deal of extra labour upon the crew, there were -also many compensations. But, like all things pertaining -to the sea, the practice of carrying live-stock -has been replaced by more modern methods. The -custom of carrying fresh meat in refrigerators is -rapidly gaining ground, and, in consequence, latter-day -seamen find fewer and fewer opportunities for -educating in seafaring behaviour the usual farmyard -animals that supply us with food. By few seamen -will this be regarded as a misfortune, since they find -their labour quite sufficiently onerous without the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_113"></a>[113]</span> -inevitable and disagreeable concomitants of carrying -live-stock.</p> - -<p>By far the largest portion of my experience of farmyard -operations on board ship has been connected -with pigs. These profitable animals have always -been noted for their adaptability to sea life, and I fully -believe, what I have often heard asserted, that no -pork is so delicious as that which has been reared on -board ship. Be that as it may, pigs of every nation -under heaven where swine are to be found have been -shipmates with me, and a complete study of all their -varied characteristics and their behaviour under all -sea circumstances would occupy a far greater number -of pages than I am ever likely to be able or willing -to give. Already I have endeavoured to set forth, -in a former article, a sketch of the brilliant, if erratic, -career of one piggy shipmate whose life was full of -interest and his death a blaze of lurid glory. But -he was in nowise the most important member of -our large and assorted collection of grunters in that -ship. Our Scotch skipper was an enthusiastic farmer -during the brief periods he spent at Cellardyke between -his voyages to the East Indies, and consequently -it was not strange that he should devote a -portion of his ample leisure to pig-breeding when at -sea. For some reason, probably economical, we -carried no fowls or other animals destined for our -meat, with the exception of the pigs, two large -retriever dogs and two cats making up the total of -our animal passengers, unless a large and active -colony of rats that inhabited the recesses of the hold -be taken into account. The day before sailing from<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_114"></a>[114]</span> -Liverpool a handsome young pair of porkers, boar -and sow, were borne on board in one sack by the -seller, making the welkin ring with their shrill protests. -We already possessed a middle-aged black -sow of Madras origin, whose temper was perfectly -savage and unappeasable; in fact, she was the only -animal I ever saw on board ship that could not be -tamed. The first few days of our passage being -stormy, the two young pigs suffered greatly from -sea-sickness, and in their helpless, enfeebled state -endured many things from the wrathful, long-snouted -old Madrassee, who seemed to regard them both with -peculiar aversion. She ate all their grub as well as -her own, although, like the lean kine of Scripture, -she was nothing benefited thereby. But the sailors, -finding the youngsters amicably disposed, began to pet -them, and in all possible ways to protect them from -ill-usage not only by the savage Indian but by the -black retriever Sailor, who had taken up his quarters -in the fo’c’s’le and became furiously jealous of any -attention shown to the pigs by his many masters. -It should be noted that, contrary to the usual practice, -those pigs had no settled abiding-place. At night -they slept in some darksome corner beneath the -top-gallant forecastle, wherever they could find a dry -spot, but by day they roamed the deck whithersoever -they listed, often getting as far aft as the sacred -precincts of the quarter-deck, until Neptune, the -brown retriever that guarded the after-end of the -ship, espied them, and, leaping upon them, towed -them forrard at full gallop by the ears, amid a hurly-burly -of eldritch shrieks and rattling hoofs. I am<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_115"></a>[115]</span> -not at all sure that the frolicsome young things did -not enjoy these squally interludes in their otherwise -peaceful lives. Certainly they often seemed to court -rather than to avoid the dog’s onslaught, and would -dodge him round the after-hatch for all the world -like London Arabs guying a policeman. The only -bitter drop in their brimming cup of delights came -with distressing regularity each morning. As soon -as the wash-deck tub was hauled forrard and the -fore part of the ship was invaded by the barefooted -scrubbers and water-slingers, two hands would -grope beneath the fo’c’s’le, where, squeezed into the -smallest imaginable space, Denis and Jenny were, -or pretended to be, sleeping the dreamless slumbers -of youthful innocence. Ruthlessly they were seized -and hauled on deck, their frantic lamentations lacerating -the bright air, and evoking fragments of the -commination service from the disturbed watch below. -While one man held each of them down, others -scrubbed them vigorously, pouring a whole flood of -sparkling brine over them meanwhile, until they were -as rosy and sweet as any cherub of the nursery after -its bath. This treatment, so mournfully and regularly -resented by them, was doubtless one reason why they -throve so amazingly, although the liberal rations of -sea-biscuit and peasoup supplied to them probably -suited them as well as any highly-advertised and -costly provender would have done. Their tameness -was wonderful and withal somewhat embarrassing, -for it was no uncommon thing for them to slip into -the men’s house unseen during the absence of the -crew, and, climbing into a lower bunk, nestle cosily<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_116"></a>[116]</span> -down into the unfortunate owner’s blankets and snore -peacefully until forcibly ejected by the wrathful -lessee.</p> - -<p>Our passage was long, very long, so that the old -black sow littered off the Cape of Good Hope, -choosing, with her usual saturnine perversity, a night -when a howling gale was blowing, and destroying -all her hapless offspring but one in her furious -resentment at the whole thing. Jenny, like the -amiable creature she always was, delayed <em>her</em> offering -until we were lying peaceably in Bombay Harbour. -There she placidly produced thirteen chubby little -sucklings and reared every one of them. They were -a never-failing source of amusement to the men, -who, in the dog-watches, would sit for hours with -pipes aglow sedately enjoying the screamingly-funny -antics of the merry band. There is much controversy -as to which of all tame animals are the most -genuinely frolicsome in their youth, kittens, lambs, -calves, pups, and colts all having their adherents; -but I unhesitatingly give my vote for piglings, -especially when they are systematically petted and -encouraged in all their antics as were that happy -family of ours. Generally, the fat and lazy parents -passed the time of these evening gambols in poking -about among the men, begging for stray midshipmen’s -nuts (broken biscuit), or asking in well-understood -pig-talk to be scratched behind their ears or along -their bristly spines, but occasionally, as if unable to -restrain themselves any longer, they would suddenly -join their gyrating family, their elephantine gambols -among the frisky youngsters causing roars of laughter.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_117"></a>[117]</span> -Usually they wound up the revels by a grand <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">galop -furieux</i> aft of the whole troop squealing and grunting -fortissimo, and returning accompanied by the two -dogs in a hideous uproar of barks, growls, and -squeals.</p> - -<p>Our stay on the coast was sufficiently prolonged -to admit of another litter being produced in Bimlia-patam, -twelve more piglets being added to our already -sizeable herd of seventeen. So far, these farming -matters had met with the unqualified approval of all -hands except the unfortunate boys who had to do the -scavenging, but upon quitting the Coromandel coast -for the homeward passage, the exceeding cheapness -of live-stock tempted our prudent skipper to invest in -a large number of fowls and ducks. Besides these, he -bought a couple of milch goats, with some wild idea -of milking them, while various members of the crew -had gotten monkeys, musk-deer, and parrots. It -needed no special gift of prescience to foresee serious -trouble presently, for there was not a single coop or -house of any kind on board for any of the motley -crowd. As each crate of cackling birds was lowered -on deck it was turned out, and by the time the last of -the new-comers were free, never did a ship’s decks look -more like a “barton” than ours. Forty or fifty cockfights -were proceeding in as many corners, aided and -abetted, I grieve to say, by the sailors, who did all they -could to encourage the pugnacity of the fowls, although -they were already as quarrelsome a lot as you would -easily get together. The goats were right at home at -once; in fact goats are, I believe, the single exception -to the general rule of the discomfort of animals<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_118"></a>[118]</span> -when first they are brought on shipboard. The newcomers -quietly browsed around, sampling everything -they could get a purchase on with their teeth, and -apparently finding all good alike. Especially did they -favour the ends of the running gear. Now if there is -one thing more than another that is sharply looked -after at sea, it is the “whipping” or securing of ropes-ends -to prevent them fraying out. But it was suddenly -discovered that our ropes-ends needed continual attention, -some of them being always found with disreputable -tassels hanging to them. And when the mates -realised that the goats apparently preferred a bit of -tarry rope before anything else, their wrath was too -great for words, and they meditated a terrible revenge. -Another peculiarity of these strange-eyed animals was -that they liked tobacco, and would eat a great deal of -it, especially in the form of used-up quids. This -peculiar taste in feeding had unexpected results. As -before said, the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">raison d’être</i> of the goats was milk, and -after sundry ineffectual struggles the steward managed -to extract a cupful from the unworthy pair. It was -placed upon the cabin table with an air of triumph, -and the eyes of the captain’s wife positively beamed -when she saw it. Solemnly it was handed round, and -poured into the coffee as if it had been a libation to a -tutelary deity, but somebody soon raised a complaint -that the coffee was not up to concert pitch by a considerable -majority. A process of exhaustive reasoning -led to the milk being tasted by the captain, who immediately -spat it out with much violence, ejaculating, -“Why, the dam’ stuff’s pwushioned!” The steward, -all pale and agitated, looked on dumbly, until in answer<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_119"></a>[119]</span> -to the old man’s furious questions he falteringly denied -all knowledge of any felonious addition to the milk. -The storm that was raised by the affair was a serious -one, and for a while things looked really awkward for -the steward. Fortunately the mate had the common-sense -to suggest that the malignant goat should be -tapped once more, and the immediate result tasted. -This was done, and the poor steward triumphantly -vindicated. Then it was unanimously admitted that -tarry hemp, painted canvas, and plug tobacco were -not calculated to produce milk of a flavour that would -be fancied by ordinary people.</p> - - -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h3>II</h3> - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">For</span> the first time that voyage an attempt was made -to confine a portion of our farm-stock within a pen, -instead of allowing them to roam at their own sweet -will about the decks. For the skipper still cherished -the idea that milk for tea and coffee might be -obtained from the two goats that would be palatable, -if only their habit of promiscuous grazing could be -stopped. So the carpenter rigged up a tiny corral -beneath the fo’c’s’le deck, and there, in penitential -gloom, the goats were confined and fed, like all the -rest of the animals, on last voyage’s biscuit and -weevily pease. Under these depressing conditions -there was, of course, only one thing left for self-respecting -goats to do—refuse to secrete any more -milk. They promptly did so; so promptly, in fact, -that on the second morning the utmost energies of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_120"></a>[120]</span> -the steward only sufficed to squeeze out from the -sardonic pair about half-a-dozen teaspoonfuls of -doubtful-looking fluid. This sealed their fate, for -we had far too much stock on board to waste any -portion of our provender upon non-producers, and -the fiat went forth—the drones must die. Some -suggestion was made by a member of the after guard -as to the possibility of the crew not objecting to -goat as a change of diet; but with all the skipper’s -boldness, he did not venture to make the attempt. -The goats were slain, their hides were saved for -chafing gear, sheaths for knives, &c., but, with the -exception of a portion that was boiled down with -much disgust by the cook and given to the fowls, -most of the flesh was flung overboard. Then general -complaints arose that while musk was a pleasant perfume -taken in moderation, a little of it went a very -long way, and that two musk deer might be relied -upon to provide as much scent in one day as would -suffice all hands for a year. I do not know how it -was done, but two days after the demise of the goats -the deer also vanished. Still we could not be said -to enjoy much room to move about on deck yet. -We had 200 fowls and forty ducks roaming at large, -and although many of the former idiotic birds tried -their wings, with the result of finding the outside of -the ship a brief and uncertain abiding-place, the -state of the ship’s decks was still utterly abominable. -A week of uninterrupted fine weather under the -blazing sun of the Bay of Bengal had made every -one but the skipper heartily sick of sea-farming, and -consequently it was with many pleasurable anticipations<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_121"></a>[121]</span> -that we noted the first increase in the wind -that necessitated a reduction of sail. It made the -fellows quite gay to think of the clearance that would -presently take place. The breeze freshened steadily -all night, and in the morning it was blowing a -moderate gale, with an ugly cross sea, which, with -the <i>Belle’s</i> well-known clumsiness, she was allowing -to break aboard in all directions. By four bells there -were many gaps in our company of fowls. Such a -state of affairs robbed them of the tiny modicum of -gumption they had ever possessed, and every little -breaking sea that lolloped inboard drove some of -them, with strident outcry, to seek refuge overboard. -Presently came what we had been expecting all the -morning—one huge mass of water extending from -the break of the poop to the forecastle, which filled -the decks rail high, fore and aft. Proceedings were -exceedingly animated for a time. The ducks took -very kindly to the new arrangement at first, sailing -joyously about, and tasting the bitter brine as if -they rather liked the flavour. But they were vastly -puzzled by the incomprehensible motions of the -whole mass of water under them; it was a phenomenon -transcending all their previous aquatic experiences. -The fowls gave the whole thing up, floating -languidly about like worn-out feather brooms upon -the seething flood of water, and hardly retaining -enough energy to struggle when the men, splashing -about like a crack team in a water-polo match, -snatched at them and conveyed them in heaps to a -place of security under the forecastle. That day’s -breeze got rid of quite two-thirds of our feathered<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_122"></a>[122]</span> -friends for us, what with the number that had flown -or been washed overboard and those unfortunates -who had died in wet heaps under the forecastle. -The old man was much annoyed, and could by no -means understand the unwonted cheerfulness of -everybody else. But, economical to the last, he -ordered the steward to slay as many of the survivors -each day as would give every man one body apiece -for dinner, in lieu of the usual rations of salt beef -or pork. This royal command gave all hands great -satisfaction, for it is a superstition on board ship -that to feed upon chicken is the height of epicurean -luxury. Dinner-time, therefore, was awaited with -considerable impatience; in fact, a good deal of -sleep was lost by the watch below over the prospect -of such an unusual luxury. I went to the galley as -usual, my mouth watering like the rest, but when I -saw the dirty little Maltese cook harpooning the -carcasses out of the coppers, my appetite began to -fail me. He carefully counted into my kid one -corpse to each man, and I silently bore them into -the forecastle to the midst of the gaping crowd. Ah -me! how was their joy turned into sorrow, their -sorrow into rage, by the rapidest of transitions. She -was a hungry ship at the best of times, but when -things had been at their worst they had never quite -reached the present sad level. It is hardly possible -to imagine what that feast looked like. An East -Indian jungle fowl is by no means a fleshy bird -when at its best, but these poor wretches had been -living upon what little flesh they wore when they -came on board for about ten days, the scanty ration<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_123"></a>[123]</span> -of paddy and broken biscuit having been insufficient -to keep them alive. And then they had been scalded -wholesale, the feathers roughly wiped off them, and -plunged into a copper of furiously bubbling seawater, -where they had remained until the wooden-headed -Maltese judged it time to fish them out and -send them to be eaten. They were just like ladies’ -bustles covered with old parchment, and I have -serious doubts whether more than half of them were -drawn. I dare not attempt to reproduce the comments -of my starving shipmates, unless I gave a row -of dashes which would be suggestive but not enlightening. -Old Nat the Yankee, who was the doyen -of the forecastle, was the first to recover sufficiently -from the shock to formulate a definite plan of action. -“In my ’pinion,” he said, “thishyer’s ’bout reached -th’ bottom notch. I kin stan’ bein’ starved; in these -yer limejuicers a feller’s got ter stan’ that, but I be -’tarnally dod-gasted ef I kin see bein’ starved ’n’ insulted -at the same time by the notion ov bein’ bloated -with lugsury. I’m goin’ ter take thishyer kid full o’ -bramley-kites aft an’ ask th’ ole man ef he don’t -think it’s ’bout time somethin’ wuz said <em>an’</em> done by -th’ croo ov this hooker.” There was no dissentient -voice heard, and solemnly as a funeral procession, -Nat leading the way with the corpuses delicti, the -whole watch tramped aft. I need not dwell upon -the interview. Sufficient that there was a good deal -of animated conversation, and much jeering on the -skipper’s part at the well-known cussedness of sailors, -who, as everybody knows (or think they know), will -growl if fed on all the delicacies of the season served<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_124"></a>[124]</span> -up on 18-carat plate. But we got no more poultry, -thank Heaven. And I do not think the officers -regretted the fact that before we got clear of the -bay the last of that sad crowd of feathered bipeds -had ceased to worry any of us, but had wisely given -up the attempt to struggle against such a combination -of trying circumstances.</p> - -<p>The herd of swine, however, throve apace. To -the manner born, nothing came amiss to them, and -I believe they even enjoyed the many quaint tricks -played upon them by the monkeys, and the ceaseless -antagonism of the dogs. But the father of the family -was a sore trial to our energetic carpenter. Chips -had a sneaking regard for pigs, and knew more than -anybody on board about them; but that big boar, -he said, made him commit more sin with his tongue -in one day than all the other trying details of his -life put together. For Denis’s tusks grew amazingly, -and his chief amusement consisted in rooting about -until he found a splinter in the decks underneath -which he could insert a tusk. Then he would lie -down or crouch on his knees, and fidget away at -that sliver of pine until he had succeeded in ripping -a long streak up; and if left undisturbed for a few -minutes, he would gouge quite a large hollow out -of the deck. No ship’s decks that ever I saw were -so full of patches as ours were, and despite all our -watchfulness they were continually increasing. It -became a regular part of the carpenter’s duties to -capture Denis periodically by lassoing him, lash him -up to the pin-rail by his snout, and with a huge -pair of pincers snap off those fast-growing tusks as<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_125"></a>[125]</span> -close down to the jaw as possible. In spite of this -heroic treatment, Denis always seemed to find enough -of tusk left to rip up a sliver of deck if ever he could -find a quiet corner; and the carpenter was often -heard to declare that the cunning beast was a lineal -descendant of a survivor of the demon-possessed -herd of Gadara.</p> - -<p>In the case of the pigs, though, there were compensations. -By the time we arrived off Mauritius, -a rumour went round that on Friday a pig was to -be killed, and great was the excitement. The steward -swelled with importance as, armed with the cabin -carving-knife, he strode forward and selected <em>two</em> -of the first litter of piglets, the Bombay born, for -sacrifice. He had plenty of voluntary helpers from -the watch below, who had no fears for the quality -of this meat, and only trembled at the thought that -perchance the old man might bear malice in the -matter of the fowls and refuse to send any pork in -our direction. Great was the uproar as the chosen -ones were seized by violent hands, their legs tied with -spun-yarn, and their throats exposed to the stern -purpose of the steward. Unaware that the critical -eye of Chips was upon him, he made a huge gash -across the victim’s throat, and then plunged the knife -in diagonally until the whole length of the blade disappeared. -“Man alive,” said Chips, “ye’re sewerly -daft. Thon’s nay wye to stick a pig. If ye haena -shouldert the puir beastie A’am a hog mysel’.” “You -mind your own business, Carpenter,” replied the -steward, with dignity; “I don’t want anybody to -show me how to do <em>my</em> work.” “Gie <em>me</em> nane o’<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_126"></a>[126]</span> -yer impidence, ye feckless loon,” shouted Chips. -“A’am tellin’ ye thon’s spilin’ guide meat for want -o’ juist a wee bit o’ knowin’ how. Hae! lat me -show ye if ye’re thick heid’s able to tak’ onythin’ in -ava.” And so speaking, he brushed the indignant -steward aside, at the same time drawing his pocket-knife. -The second pig was laid out, and Chips, as -delicately as if performing tracheotomy, slit his -weasand. The black puddings were not forgotten, -but I got such a distaste for that particular delicacy -from learning how they were made (I hadn’t the -slightest idea before) that I have never been able to -touch one since.</p> - -<p>Chips now took upon himself the whole direction -of affairs, and truly he was a past-master in the art -and mystery of the pork-butcher. He knew just the -temperature of the water, the happy medium between -scalding the hair on and not scalding it off; knew, -too, how to manipulate chitterlings and truss the -carcass up till it looked just as if hanging in a first-class -pork shop. But the steward was sore displeased. -For it is a prime canon of sea etiquette -not to interfere with another man’s work, and in the -known incapacity of the cook, whose duty the pigkilling -should ordinarily have been, the steward came -next by prescriptive right. However, Chips, having -undertaken the job, was not the man to give it up -until it was finished, and by universal consent he -had a right to be proud of his handiwork. That -Sunday’s dinner was a landmark, a date to reckon -from, although the smell from the galley at suppertime -on Saturday and breakfast-time on Sunday made<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_127"></a>[127]</span> -us all quite faint and weak from desire, as well as -fiercely resentful of the chaffy biscuit and filthy -fragments of beef that were a miserable substitute -for a meal with us.</p> - -<p>But thenceforward the joy of good living was ours -every Sunday until we reached home. Ten golden -epochs, to be looked forward to with feverish longing -over the six hungry days between each. And when -off the Western Islands, Chips tackled the wicked -old Madrassee sow single-handed, in the pride of his -prowess allowing no one to help him although she -was nearly as large as himself—ah! that was the -culminating point. Such a feast was never known -to any of us before, for in spite of her age she was -succulent and sapid, and, as the Irish say, there was -“lashins and lavins.” When we arrived in the East -India Docks, we still had, besides the two progenitors -of our stock, eight fine young porkers, such a -company as would have been considered a most -liberal allowance on leaving home for any ship I -have ever sailed in before or since. As for Denis -and Jenny, I am afraid to estimate their giant proportions. -They were not grossly fat, but enormously -large—quite the largest pigs I have ever seen—and -when they were lifted ashore by the hydraulic crane, -and landed in the railway truck for conveyance -to Cellardyke, to taste the joys of country life -on Captain Smith’s farm, there was a rush of -spectators from all parts of the dock to gaze open-mouthed -upon these splendid specimens of ship-bred -swine. But few could be got to believe -that, eleven months before, the pair of them had<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_128"></a>[128]</span> -been carried on board in one sack by an undersized -man, and that their sole sustenance had been -“hard-tack” and pea-soup.</p> - - -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h3>III</h3> - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Such</span> an extensive collection of farm-stock as we -carried in the <i>Belle</i> was, like the method of dealing -with it, probably unique. Certainly so in my experience, -and in that of all the shipmates with whom -I have ever discussed the matter. For this reason, a -<em>dirty</em> ship upon the high seas is an anomaly, something -not to be imagined; that is, in the sense of loose -dirt, of course, because sailors will call a ship dirty -whose paint and varnish have been scrubbed or -weathered off, and, through poverty or meanness, -left unrenewed. The <i>Belle</i> would no doubt have -looked clean to the average landsman, but to a sailor -she was offensively filthy, and the language used at -night when handling the running gear (<em>i.e.</em> the ropes -which regulate the sails, &c., aloft, and are, when disused, -coiled on pins or on deck) was very wicked -and plentiful. In fact, as Old Nat remarked casually -one Sunday afternoon, when the watch had been -roused to tack ship, and all the inhabitants of the -farmery, disturbed from their roosting places or -lairs, were unmusically seeking fresh quarters, “Ef -thishyer—— old mud-scow’s out much longer we -sh’ll hev’ ’nother cargo aboard when we du arrive. -People ’ll think we cum fr’m the Chinchees with -gooanner.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_129"></a>[129]</span></p> - -<p>But, as I have said, the <i>Belle</i> was certainly an exception. -I joined a magnificent steel clipper called the -<i>Harbinger</i> in Adelaide as second mate, and, on taking -my first walk round her, discovered that she too was -well provided in the matter of farm-stock, besides, to -my amazement, for I had thought the day for such -things long past, carrying a cow. But all the arrangements -for the housing, feeding, and general comfort of -the live-stock on board were on a most elaborate scale, -as, indeed, was the ship’s equipment generally. The -cow-house, for instance, was a massive erection of -solid teak with brass fittings and fastenings, large -enough to take two cows comfortably, and varnished -outside till it looked like a huge cabinet. Its place -when at sea was on the main hatch, where it was -nearly two feet off the deck, and by means of ring-bolts -was lashed so firmly that only a perfectly disastrous -sea breaking on board could possibly move -it. Its solidly-built doors opened in halves, of which -the lower half only was kept fastened by day, so that -Poley stood at her window gazing meditatively out at -the blue expanse of the sea with a mild, abstracted air, -which immediately vanished if any one inadvertently -came too near her premises. She had a way of suddenly -dabbing her big soapy muzzle into the back of -one’s neck while the victim’s attention was taken up -elsewhere that was disconcerting. And one night, in -the middle watch, she created a veritable sensation by -walking into the forecastle unseen by anybody on -deck. The watch below were all sound asleep, of -course, but the unusual footsteps, and long inquisitive -breaths, like escaping steam, emitted by the visitor,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_130"></a>[130]</span> -soon roused them by their unfamiliarity. Voice called -unto voice across the darkness (and a ship’s forecastle -at night is a shade or so darker than a coal-cellar), -“What is it? Light the lamp, somebody”; but with -that vast mysterious monster floundering around, no -one dared venture out of the present security of his -bunk. It was really most alarming—waking up to -such an invisible horror as that, and, as one of the -fellows said to me afterwards, “All the creepy yarns -I’d ever read in books come inter me head at once, -until I was almost dotty with ’fraid.” This situation -was relieved by one of the other watch, who, coming -in to get something out of a chum’s chest, struck a -match, and by its pale glimmer revealed the huge -bulk of poor Poley, who, scared almost to drying up -her milk, was endeavouring to bore her way through -the bows in order to get out. The butcher was -hurriedly roused from his quarters farther aft, and, -muttering maledictions upon ships and all sailors, -the sea and all cattle, slouched to the spot. His -voice immediately reassured the wanderer, who -turned round at its first angry words and deliberately -marched out of the forecastle, leaving a lavish -contribution in her wake as a memento of her -visit.</p> - -<p>Between the butcher and Poley a charming affection -existed. She loved him most fondly, and the -Cardigan jacket he wore was a proof thereof. For -while engaged in grooming her, which he did most -conscientiously every morning, she would reach round -whenever possible and lick him wherever she could -touch him. In consequence of this affectionate habit<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_131"></a>[131]</span> -of hers his Cardigan was an object of derision to all -on board until upon our arrival in Cape Town one of -our departing passengers divided a case of extra -special Scotch whisky among the crew. The butcher -being of an absorbent turn, shifted a goodly quantity -of the seductive fluid, and presently, feeling very -tired, left the revellers and disappeared. <ins class="corr" id="tn131" title="Transcriber’s Note—Changed “Next mornind” to “Next morning”">Next morning</ins> -he was nowhere to be found. A prolonged -search was made, and at last the missing man was -discovered peacefully slumbering by the side of -the cow, all unconscious of the fact that she had -licked away at him until nothing remained of his -Cardigan but the sleeves, and in addition a great -deal of his shirt was missing. It is only fair to -suppose that, given time enough, she would have -removed all his clothing. It was a depraved appetite -certainly, but as I have before noticed, <em>that</em> is not -uncommon among animals at sea. It was her only -lapse, however, from virtue in that direction. Truly -her opportunities were small, being such a close -prisoner, but the marvel to me was how, in the absence -of what I should say was proper food, she kept -up her supply of milk for practically the whole -voyage. She never once set foot on shore from -the time the vessel left London until she returned, -and as green food was most difficult to obtain in -Adelaide, she got a taste of it only about four times -during our stay. Australian hay, too, is not what -a dainty English cow would be likely to hanker after; -yet with all these drawbacks it was not until we had -crossed the Line on the homeward passage that her -milk began to dwindle seriously in amount. Thenceforward<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_132"></a>[132]</span> -it decreased, until in the Channel the butcher -handed in to the steward one morning a contribution -of about a gill, saying, “If you want any -more, sir, you’ll have to put the suction hose on -to her. I sh’d say her milkin’ days was done.” But -for long previous to this the ingenious butcher had -been raiding the cargo (of wheat) for his pet, -and each day would present her with two bucketfuls -of boiled wheat, which she seemed to relish amazingly. -Partly because of this splendid feeding, and -partly owing to the regular washing and groomings -she received, I imagine she was such a picture -of an animal when she stepped out of the ship -in London as I have only seen at cattle shows -or on advertisement cards. You could not see a -bone; her sides were like a wall of meat, and her -skin had a sheen on it like satin. As she was led -away, I said to the butcher, who had been assisting -at her debarkation, “I suppose you’ll have her -again next voyage, won’t you, butcher?” “No -fear,” he answered sagely. “She’s gone to be -butchered. She’ll be prime beef in a day or two.” -I looked at him with something like consternation. -He seemed to think it was a grand idea, although -even now the mournful call of his old favourite -was ringing in his ears. At last I said, “I wonder -you can bear to part with her; you’ve been such -chums all the voyage.” “I don’t know what you -mean, sir,” he replied. “I looked after her ’cause -it’s my bisness, but I’d jest as leave slaughter her -myself as not.” With that he left me to resume -his duty.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_133"></a>[133]</span></p> - -<p>But in the fervour of my recollections of Poley, -I have quite neglected another most important branch -of the <i>Harbinger’s</i> family of animals, the sheep. -Being such a large ship, she had an immense house -on deck between the main hatch and the fore -mast, in which were a donkey-engine and condenser, -a second cabin to accommodate thirty passengers, -petty officers’ quarters, carpenters’ shop, -and galley. And still there was room between -the fore end and the fore mast to admit of two -massive pens, built of teak, with galvanised bars -in front, being secured there one on top of the -other. When I joined the ship these were empty, -and their interiors scrubbed as clean as a kitchen -table. That morning, looking up the quay, I saw -a curious procession. First a tall man, with an air -of quiet want of interest about him; by his side -sedately marched a ram, a splendid fellow, who -looked fully conscious that he was called upon -to play an important part in the scheme of things. -Behind this solemn pair came a small flock of some -thirty sheep, and a wise old dog, keeping a good distance -astern of the mob, fittingly brought up the rear. -They were expected, for I saw some of the men, -under the bo’sun’s directions, carefully laying a -series of gangways for them. And, without noise, -haste, or fuss, the man marched on board closely -followed by the ram. He led the way to where -a long plank was laid from the deck to the wide-open -door of the upper pen. Then, stepping to -the side of it, without a word or even a gesture, he -stood quite still while the stately ram walked calmly<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_134"></a>[134]</span> -up that narrow way, followed by the sheep in single -file. The leader walked into the pen and right -round it, reaching the door just as the fifteenth -sheep had entered. The others had been restrained -from following as soon as fifteen had passed. Outside -he stepped upon the plank with the same grave -air of importance, and the moment he had done so -the door was slid to in the face of the others who -were still following his lead. Then the other pen -was filled in the same easy manner, the ram quitting -the second pen with the bearing of one whose -sublime height of perfection is far above such paltry -considerations as praise or blame, while the dog -stood aloof somewhat dejectedly, as if conscious -that his shining abilities were for the time completely -overshadowed by the performances of a -mere woolly thing, one of the creatures he had -always regarded as being utterly destitute of a single -gleam of reasonableness. The ram received a carrot -from his master’s pocket with a gracious air, as of one -who confers a favour, and together the trio left -the ship. The embarkation had been effected in -the quietest, most humane manner possible, and to -my mind was an object-lesson in ingenuity.</p> - -<p>We had no swine, but on top of this same house -there was a fine range of teak-built coops of spacious -capacity, and these were presently filled with quite -a respectable company of fowls, ducks, and geese, -all, of course, under the charge of the butcher. -Happy are the animals who have no history on -board ship, whose lives move steadily on in one -well-fed procession unto their ordained end. Here<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_135"></a>[135]</span> -in this grand ship, had it not been for the geese, no -one would have realised the presence of poultry at -all, so little were they in evidence until they graced -the glittering table in the saloon at 6 <span class="allsmcap">P.M.</span> But the -geese, as if bent upon anticipating the fate that was -in store for them, waited with sardonic humour until -deepest silence fell upon the night-watches. Then, -as if by preconcerted signal, they raised their unmelodious -voices, awaking sleepers fore and aft from -deepest slumbers, and evoking the fiercest maledictions -upon their raucous throats. Occasionally the -shadowy form of some member of the crew, exasperated -beyond endurance, would be dimly seen -clambering up the end of the house, his heart filled -with thoughts of vengeance. Armed with a wooden -belaying-pin, he would poke and rattle among the -noisy creatures, with much the same result as one -finds who, having a slightly aching tooth, fiddles -about with it until its anguish is really maddening. -These angry men never succeeded in doing anything -but augmenting the row tenfold, and they found -their only solace in gloating over the last struggles -of one of their enemies when the butcher was doing -his part towards verifying the statement on the menu -for the forthcoming dinner of “roast goose.”</p> - -<p>But the chief interest of our farmyard, after all, -lay in the sheep. How it came about that such a -wasteful thing was done I do not know, but it very -soon became manifest that some at least of our sheep -were in an interesting condition, and one morning, -at wash-deck time, when I was prowling around -forrard to see that everything was as it should be, I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_136"></a>[136]</span> -was considerably amused to see one of the sheep -occupying a corner of the pen with a fine young lamb -by her side. While I watched the pretty creature, -the butcher came along to begin his day’s work. -When he caught sight of the new-comer he looked -silly. It appeared that he alone had been sufficiently -unobservant of his charges to be unprepared for this -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">dénouement</i>, and it was some time before his sluggish -wits worked up to the occasion. Suddenly he roused -himself and made for the pen. “What are you going -to do, butcher?” I asked. “Goin’ to do! W’y I’m -agoin’ ter chuck that there thing overboard, a’course, -afore any of them haristocrats aft gets wind of it. -They won’t touch a bit o’ the mutton if they hear -tell o’ this. I never see such a thing aboard ship -afore.” But he got no further with his fell intent, -for some of the sailors intervened on behalf of -the lamb, vowing all sorts of vengeance upon the -butcher if he dared to touch a lock of its wool; -so he was obliged to beat a retreat, grumblingly, -to await the chief steward’s appearance and lay -the case before him. When that gentleman appeared, -he was by no means unwilling to add a -little to his popularity by effecting a compromise. -It was agreed that the sailors should keep the -new-comer as a pet, but all subsequent arrivals -were to be dealt with by the butcher instanter, -without any interference on their part. This, the -steward explained, was not only fair, but merciful, -as in the absence of green food there could only -be a day or two’s milk forthcoming, and the poor -little things would be starved. Of course, he couldn’t<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_137"></a>[137]</span> -spare any of Poley’s precious yield for nursing lambs, -besides wishing to avoid the natural repugnance the -passengers would have to eating mutton in such a -condition. So the matter was amicably arranged.</p> - -<p>Thereafter, whenever a lamb was dropped, and -every one of those thirty ewes presented one or two, -the butcher laid violent hands upon it, and dropped -it overboard as soon as it was discovered. Owing to -the promise of sundry tots of grog from the sailors, -he always informed them of the fact, and pointed out -the bereaved mother. Then she would be pounced -upon, lifted out of the coop, and while one fellow -held her another brought the favoured lamb. After -the first time or two, that pampered young rascal -needed no showing. As soon as he saw the sheep -being held he would make a rush, and in a minute -or two would completely drain her udder. Sometimes -there were as many as three at a time for -him to operate upon, but there never seemed to -be too many for his voracious appetite. What -wonder that like Jeshurun he waxed fat and kicked. -He grew apace, and he profited amazingly by the -tuition of his many masters. Anything less sheep-like, -much less lamb-like, than his behaviour could -hardly be imagined. A regimental goat might have -matched him in iniquity, but I am strongly inclined -to doubt it. One of the most successful tricks taught -this pampered animal was on the lines of his natural -tendency to butt at anything and everything. It was -a joyful experience to see him engaged in mimic -conflict with a burly sailor, who, pitted against this -immature ram, usually came to grief at an unexpected<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_138"></a>[138]</span> -roll of the ship; for Billy, as our lamb was -named by general consent, very early in his career -gat unto himself sea-legs of a stability unattainable -by any two-legged creature. I often laughed myself -sore at these encounters, the funniest exhibitions I -had seen for many a long day, until one night in -my watch on deck, during a gale of wind, I descended -from the poop on to the main deck to hunt for a -flying-fish that I heard come on board. I was -stooping down, the water on deck over my ankles, -to feel under the spare spars lashed alongside the -scuppers, when I heard a slight noise behind me. -Before I had time to straighten myself, a concussion -like a well-aimed, hearty kick smote me behind, -and I fell flat in the water like a plaice. When I -had scrambled to my feet, black rage in my heart -against things in general, I heard a fiendish cackle -of laughter which was suddenly suppressed; and -there, with head lowered in readiness for another -charge, stood Billy, only too anxious to renew his -attentions as soon as he could see an opening. For -one brief moment I contemplated a wild revenge, but -I suddenly remembered that my place was on the -poop, and I went that way, not perhaps with the -dignified step of an officer, because that demoniacal -sheep (no, lamb) was behind me manœuvring for -another assault. I lost all interest in him after that. -A lamb is all very well, but when he grows up he -is apt to become an unmitigated calamity, especially -if sailors have any hand in his education. So that -it was with a chastened regret that I heard the order -go forth for his conversion into dinner. We were<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_139"></a>[139]</span> -able to regale the pilot with roast lamb and mint -sauce (made from the dried article), and the memory -of my wrongs added quite a piquant flavour to my -portion.</p> - - -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h3>IV</h3> - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">It</span> has always been a matter of profound thankfulness -with me that my evil genius never led me on board -a cattle-boat. For I do think that to a man who has -any feeling for the lower animals these vessels present -scenes of suffering enough to turn his brain. And it -does not in the least matter what provision is made -for the safe conveyance of cattle in such numbers -across the ocean. As long as the weather is fairly -reasonable, the boxed-up animals have only to endure -ten days or so of close confinement, with inability -to lie down, and the nausea that attacks animals as -well as human beings. The better the ship and the -greater care bestowed upon the cattle-fittings the -less will be the sufferings of the poor beasts; but the -irreducible minimum is soon reached, and that means -much more cruelty to animals than any merciful man -would like to witness. But when a gale is encountered -and the huge steamer wallows heavily in the -mountainous irregularities of the Atlantic, flooding -herself fore and aft at every roll, and making the -cattlemen’s task of attending to their miserable charges -one surcharged with peril to life or limbs, then the -condition of a cattle-ship is such as to require the -coinage of special adjectives for its description. Of -course it will be said that human beings used to be<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_140"></a>[140]</span> -carried across the ocean for sale in much the same -way, and men calling themselves humane were not -ashamed to grow rich on the receipts from such -traffic; but surely that will never be advanced as an -excuse for, or a palliative of, the horrors of the live -cattle trade. I have passed through an area of sea -bestrewn with the bodies of cattle that have been -washed overboard in a gale—hurled out of the pens -wherein they have been battered to death—when -the return of fine weather has made it possible, and -I have wished with all my heart that it could be -made an offence against the laws to carry live cattle -across the ocean at all.</p> - -<p>No, the nearest approach that ever I had to being -shipmates with a cargo of live stock was on one -never-to-be-forgotten occasion, when, after bringing -a 24-ton schooner from a little village up the Bay -of Fundy to Antigua in the West Indies, I found -myself, as you may say, stranded in St. John, the -principal port in that island. The dry rot which -seems to have unfortunately overtaken our West -Indian possessions was even then very marked in -Antigua, for there was no vessel there larger than a -100-ton schooner, and only two or three of them, -all Yankees with one exception, a Barbadian craft -with the queerest name imaginable, the <i>Migumoo-weesoo</i>. -The shipping officer, seeing that I was a -certificated mate, very kindly interested himself in -me, going so far as to say that if I would take his -advice and assistance I would immediately leave St. -John in the <i>Migum</i>, as he called her, for that the -skipper, being a friend of his, would gladly give me<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_141"></a>[141]</span> -a passage to Barbadoes. I hope good advice was -never wasted on me. At any rate this wasn’t, for I -immediately went down to the beach, jumped into -a boat, and ordered the darky in charge to put me -on board the <i>Migum</i>. When we got alongside I was -mightily interested to see quite a little mob of horses -calmly floating alongside with their heads just sticking -out of the water. The first thing that suggested itself -to me was that if those horses got on board with -their full complement of legs it would be little less -than a miracle, the harbour being notoriously infested -with sharks. But presently I reflected that there was -really no danger, the darkies who were busy with -preparations for the embarkation of the poor beasts -kicking up such a deafening row that no shark would -have dared venture within a cable’s length of the -spot. Everybody engaged in the business seemed -to be excited beyond measure, shouting, screeching -with laughter, and yelling orders at the top of their -voices, so that I could not see how anything was -going to be done at all. The skipper was confined -to his cabin with an attack of dysentery, and lay -fretting himself into a fever at the riot going on -overhead for want of his supervision. As soon as I -introduced myself he begged me to go and take -charge, but, although I humoured him to the extent -of seeming to comply with his request, I knew -enough of the insubordinate ’Badian darkies to make -me very careful how I interfered with them. But -going forward, I found to my delight that they had -made a start at last, and that two of the trembling -horses were already on deck. Four or five darkies<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_142"></a>[142]</span> -were in the water alongside, diving beneath the -horses with slings which were very carefully placed -round their bodies, then hooked to a tackle, by -means of which they were hoisted on board, so -subdued by fear that they suffered themselves to be -pushed and hauled about the decks with the quiet -submissiveness of sheep. There were twenty of -them altogether, and when they had all been landed -on deck there was not very much room left for -working the schooner. However, as our passage lay -through the heart of the trade winds, and nothing -was less probable than bad weather, nobody minded -that, not even when the remaining deck space was -lumbered up with some very queer-looking forage.</p> - -<p>As soon as the horses were on board we weighed, -and stood out of harbour with a gentle, leading wind -that, freshening as we got farther off the land, coaxed -the smart craft along at a fairly good rate. This -lasted until midnight, when, to the darkies’ dismay, -the wind suddenly failed us, leaving us lazily rocking -to the gently-gliding swell upon the wine-dark bosom -of the glassy sea. Overhead, the sky, being moonless, -was hardly distinguishable from the sea, and as every -brilliant star was faithfully duplicated beneath, it -needed no great stretch of imagination to fancy that -we were suspended in the centre of a vast globe -utterly cut off from the rest of the world. But the -poor skipper, enfeebled by his sad ailment and -anxious about his freight, had no transcendental -fancies. Vainly I tried to comfort him with the -assurance that we should certainly find a breeze at -daybreak, and it would as certainly be fair for us.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_143"></a>[143]</span> -He refused consolation, insisting that we were in -for a long spell of calm, and against his long experience -of those waters I felt I could not argue. -So I ceased my efforts and went on deck to enjoy -the solemn beauty of the night once more, and -listen to the quaint gabble of the three darkies -forming the watch on deck.</p> - -<p>Sure enough the skipper was right. Calms and -baffling airs, persisting for three days, kept us almost -motionless until every morsel of horse provender was -eaten, and—what was still more serious—very little -water was left. All of us wore long faces now, and -the first return of steady wind was hailed by us -with extravagant delight. Continuing on our original -course was out of the question under the circumstances, -so we headed directly for the nearest port, -which happened to be Prince Rupert, in the beautiful -island of Dominica. A few hours’ sail brought us into -the picturesque harbour, with its ruined fortresses, -once grimly guarding the entrance, now overgrown -with dense tropical vegetation, huge trees growing out -of yawning gaps in the masonry, and cable-like vines -enwreathing the crumbling walls. Within the harbour -there was a profound silence; the lake-like expanse -was unburdened by a single vessel, and although the -roofs of a few scattered houses could be seen embosomed -among the verdure, there was no other sign -of human occupation. We lowered the little boat -hanging astern and hastened ashore. Hurrying toward -the houses, we found ourselves in a wide street -which from lack of traffic was all overgrown with -weeds. Here we found a few listless negroes, none<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_144"></a>[144]</span> -of whom could speak a word of English, a barbarous -French patois being their only medium of communication. -But by signs we made them comprehend -our needs—fodder for the horses, and water. -After some little palaver we found that for a few -shillings we might go into the nearest thicket of -neglected sugar-cane and cut down as many of the -feathery blades that crowned the canes as we wanted, -but none of those sleepy-looking darkies volunteered -their assistance—they seemed to be utterly independent -of work. Our energy amazed them, and I -don’t think I ever saw such utter contempt as -was expressed by our lively crew—true ’Badians -born—towards those lotus-eating Dominicans. We -had a heavy morning’s work before us, but by -dint of vigorous pushing we managed to collect a -couple of boatloads of cane-tops, carry them on -board, and return for two casks of water which -we had left one of our number ashore to fill. -Some deliberate fishermen were hauling a seine as -we were about to depart, and we lingered awhile -until they had finished their unusual industry, being -rewarded by about a bushel of “bill-fish,” a sort of -garfish, but with the beak an extension of the -lower jaw instead of the upper. I offered to buy -a few of the fish, but the fishermen seemed mightily -careless whether they sold any or not. After much -expenditure of energy in sign language, I managed -to purchase three dozen (about the size of herrings) -for the equivalent of twopence, and, very well -satisfied, pushed off for the schooner, leaving the -fishermen standing on the beach contemplating their<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_145"></a>[145]</span> -newly-acquired wealth, as if quite unable to decide -what to do with it.</p> - -<p>It was worth all the labour we had expended to see -the delight with which those patient horses munched -the juicy green tops of the cane, and drank, plunging -their muzzles deep into the buckets, of the clear -water we had brought. And I felt quite pleased when, -upon our arrival in Barbadoes two days after, I -watched the twenty of them walk sedately up a broad -gangway of planks on to the wharf, and indulge in -a playful prance and shake when they found their -hoofs firmly planted upon the unrocking earth once -more.</p> - -<p>I hope I shall not be suspected of drawing a <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">longue -beau</i> when I say that I was once in a big ship whose -skipper was an ardent agriculturist. On my first -visit to the poop I saw with much surprise a couple -of cucumber frames lashed in secure positions, one -on either side of the rail at the break of the poop. -When I fancied myself unobserved, I lifted the top -of one, and looked within, seeing that they contained -a full allowance of rich black mould. And presently, -peeping down the saloon skylight, I saw that carefully -arranged along its sides, on brackets, were many -large pots of flowering plants, all in first-rate condition -and bloom. It was quite a novel experience for -me, but withal a most pleasant one, for although it -did appear somewhat strange and incongruous to find -plant-life flourishing upon the sea, it gave more of a -familiar domestic atmosphere to ’board-ship life than -anything I have ever known; much the same feeling -that strikes one when looking upon the round sterns<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_146"></a>[146]</span> -of the Dutch galliots, with their square windows -embellished by snowy beribboned muslin curtains. -When we got to sea, and well clear of the land, so -that the skipper’s undivided attention could be given -to his beloved hobby, there were great developments -of it. For not content with growing lettuces, -radishes, endive, and such “garden-sass,” as the -Yankees term it, in his cucumber frames, he enlarged -his borders and tried experiments in raising all sorts -of queer seeds of tropical fruits and vegetables. His -garden took up so much room on the poop that the -officers fretted a good deal at the circumscribed area -of their domain, besides being considerably annoyed -at having to cover up the frames, boxes, &c., when -bad weather caused salt spray to break over them. -But this was ungrateful of them, because there never -was a skipper who interfered less with his officers, -or a more peaceable, good-natured man. Nor was -the frequent mess of salad that graced the table in -the saloon to be despised. In that humid atmosphere -and equable temperature everything grew apace; so -that for a couple of months at a time green crisp -leaves were scarcely absent from the table for a day. -Mustard and cress were, of course, his main crop, -but lettuce, radishes, and spring onions did remarkably -well. That was on the utilitarian side. On -the experimental side he raised date-palms, coco-palms, -banana-palms, mango trees, and orange trees, -dwarfing them after a fashion he had learned in -China, so that in the saloon he had quite a conservatory. -But there were many others of which none -of us knew the names. And all around in the skylight,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_147"></a>[147]</span> -beneath the brackets whereon the pots of -geranium, fuchsia, &c., stood, hung orchids collected -by the skipper on previous voyages, and most carefully -tended, so that some lovely spikes of bloom -were always to be seen. That saloon was a perfect -bower of beauty, and although the ship herself was -somewhat dwarfed by comparison with the magnificent -clippers we forgathered with in Calcutta, few -vessels had so many visitors. Her fame spread far, -and nearly every day the delighted skipper would be -busy showing a string of wondering shorefolk over -his pleasaunce.</p> - -<p>We went thence to Hong-Kong, and there, as if -in emulation of the “old man’s” hobby for flowers, -all hands went in for birds, mostly canaries, which -can be obtained in China more cheaply, I believe, -than in any part of the world. Sampans, loaded -with cages so that nothing can be seen of the hull, -and making the whole harbour melodious with the -singing of their pretty freight, are always in evidence. -For the equivalent of 3s., if the purchaser be smart -of eye, he can always buy a fine cock canary in -full song, although the wily Chinee never fails to -attempt the substitution of a hen, no matter what -price is paid. There arose a perfect mania on board -of us for canaries, and when we departed for New -Zealand there were at least 400 of the songsters on -board. Truly for us the time of singing of birds had -come. All day long that chorus went on, almost -deafeningly, until we got used to it, for of course if -one bird piped up after a short spell of quiet all hands -joined in at the full pitch of their wonderful little<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_148"></a>[148]</span> -lungs; so that, what with birds and flowers and good -feeling, life on board the <i>Lady Clare</i> was as nearly -idyllic as any seafaring I have ever heard of.</p> - - -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h3>V</h3> - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">It</span> might readily be supposed that in such leisurely -ships as the Southern-going whalers, calling, as they -did, at so many out-of-the-way islands in the South -Pacific, there would have been more inducement than -usual to cultivate the bucolics, if only from sheer -desire for something to break the long monotony of -the voyage. And so, indeed, there was, but not to -anything like the extent that I should have expected. -On board the <i>Cachalot</i> we were handicapped considerably -in this direction by reason of several of the -officers having an unconquerable dislike to fresh pork, -which was the more remarkable because they never -manifested the same aversion to the rancid, foul-smelling -article supplied to us every other day out of the -ship’s salt-meat stores. Whence, by the by, is ship -salt pork obtained? Under what conditions do they -rear the animals that produce those massy blocks of -“scrunchy” fat, just tinged at one side with a pale -pink substance that was once undoubtedly flesh, but -when it reaches the sailor bears no resemblance to -anything eatable? And how does it acquire that -peculiarly vile flavour all its own, which is unlike the -taste of any other provision known to caterers? I -give it up; I have long ago done so, in fact. Men do -eat it, although I never could, except by chopping it<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_149"></a>[149]</span> -up fine with broken biscuit and mixing it with pea-soup, -so that I could swallow it without tasting it. -But the only other creatures able to do so are pigs -and sharks. Sailors have all kinds of theories respecting -its origin, of which I am restricted to saying that -they are nearly all unprintable. But I do wish most -fervently that those who supply it for human food, -both dealers and ship-owners, were, as their victims -are, compelled to eat it three times a week or starve. -Just for a month or two. Methinks it would do them -much good. But this is a digression.</p> - -<p>Most of us had our suspicions that our officers’ dislike -was not so much to fresh pork as to live pigs, and -truly, with our limited deck space, the objection was -most reasonable. Moreover, the South Sea Island pig -is a questionable-looking beast at the best, not by any -means tempting to look at, and of uncertain dietary. -They affect startling colours, such as tortoise-shell and -tabby, are woolly of coat, lengthy of snout, and almost -as speedy as dogs. When fed, which is seldom, ripe -cocoa-nut is given them, as it is to all live stock in the -islands. But they make many a hearty meal of fish as -they wander around the beaches and reef-borders, and -this gives a flavour to their produce which is, to say -the least of it, unexpected. But as if to make up for -our lack of pigs we had the most elaborate fowlery -fitted up that I ever was shipmates with. Its dimensions -were about 8 ft. long, 6 ft. wide, and 5 ft. high. -It was built of wood entirely, and exactly on the -principle of an oblong canary-cage that is unenclosed -on any side. Plenty of roosts and nests, plenty of -pounded coral and cocoa-nut, and—as the result—plenty of eggs.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_150"></a>[150]</span> -But such queer eggs. The yolk was -hardly distinguishable from the white, and they had -scarcely any taste at all. Occasionally we got a brood -hatched, but for some reason I don’t pretend to -understand our fowls didn’t “go much on feathers,” -as the skipper said. Not to put too fine a point on it, -they never missed an opportunity of plucking one -another’s feathers out and eating them with much -relish. So that they all stalked about in native majesty -unclad, doubtless rejoicing in the coolth, and occasionally -scanning their own bodies solicitously for any -sign of a sprouting feather, of which they themselves -might have the first taste. This operated queerly -among the young broods, who never got any chance -of being fledged, and whose mothers were always -fighting about them; but I believe as much that they -(the mothers) might eat all the feathers themselves as -to protect them from any fancied danger. These -naked birds certainly looked funny; but the cook, -who was an ingenious South Carolina negro, used to -gaze at them earnestly and say, “Foh de good Lawd, -sah; ef I aint agwine ter bring hout er plan ter raise -chicken ’thout fedders altogedder. W’y, jess look at -it. All de strenf dat goes ter fedders ’ll go ter meat—an’ -aigs—kase dem chickens ez fatter den ever I see -’bord ship befo’; an den only tink ob de weary -trubble save in pluckin’ ob ’em. Golly, sah, et’s a -great skeem, ’n I’se right on de top ob it.” And, -really, there did seem to be something in it.</p> - -<p>Fowls were plentiful in Vau-Vau—fairly good ones, -too; but it was entirely a mystery to me how any -individual property in them was at all possible. For<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_151"></a>[151]</span> -no native had any enclosure for them, or seemed to -take any care of them. They just ran wild in the -jungly vegetation around the villages and roosted on -the trees; but as a result, I suppose, of the persistence -through their many generations of their -original fellowship with mankind, they never strayed -far away from the houses. Our friends brought -them on board at our first arrival in such numbers -that no man was without a pair of fowls, and in -sore straits where to keep them. The difficulty -was soon solved by the skipper, who said that in -his opinion it would soon be inconvenient for the -fore-mast hands to see any difference between their -fowls and his. Yes, and it was even possible that -having eaten their own fowls they might forget that -trifling fact, and absent-mindedly mistake some of the -skipper’s poultry for their own. In order to prevent -such mistakes he issued an edict that no more fowls -were to be entertained by the crew or cooked for -them by the “Doctor.” And although this was undoubtedly -the wisest solution of our puzzle, there -was thereat great discontent for a time, until the -ingenious Kanakas took to cooking the fowls for us -ashore, and bringing them on board ready for eating. -Being plentiful, as I said, poultry was cheap, the -standard price being a fathom of calico of the value -of 6d. for two, for ship’s stock, while our private -friends furnished them to us for nothing. And there -are also in the South Pacific many small islands unpeopled -upon which that most sensible and practical -of navigators, James Cook, had left both fowls and -pigs to breed at their own sweet will. These islets<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_152"></a>[152]</span> -have always many cocoa-nut trees, the fruit from -which affords plentiful food for the pigs, who show -great ingenuity in getting at the contents of the fallen -nuts, while the fowls apparently find no difficulty in -picking up a comfortable livelihood. By tacit agreement -these lonely ocean store-houses of good food -are allowed to remain undisturbed by both the -natives of adjacent islands and passing ships, except -in cases of necessity. We once broke this unwritten -law, for although we had not long left Fiji, we landed -upon one of these oases in the blue waste, and had -a day’s frolic there. It was a veritable paradise, -although not more than three acres in area. Its -only need seemed to be fresh water, for as it had -grown to be an island by the deposit of sand upon -the summit of a coral reef, there were of course no -springs. And yet it was completely clothed with -vegetation, the cocoa-palms especially growing right -down to the edge of the sea, so that at high water -the wavelets washed one side of their spreading roots -quite bare. Being no botanist, I cannot describe the -various kinds of plants that luxuriated there, having, -I suppose, become accustomed to the privation of -fresh water, as the fowls and pigs had also done. -But I did notice that the undergrowth seemed to -consist principally of spreading bushes, rising to a -height of about 5 feet, and bearing, in the greatest -abundance, those tiny crimson and green cones -known to most people as bird’s-eye chillies. We -all had cause to remember this, for thrusting our -way through these bushes under the burning rays of -the sun, we got in some mysterious way some of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_153"></a>[153]</span> -their pungent juices upon our faces and arms. And -the effect was much the same as the application of -a strong mustard plaster would have been.</p> - -<p>We did not commit any great depredations. The -second mate shot (with a bomb-gun) a couple of pigs, -and we managed to catch half-a-dozen fowls, but they -were so wild and cunning here, that except at night -it was by no means easy to lay hands upon them. As -so often happened to us, we found our best catch -upon the beach, where just after sunset we waylaid -two splendid turtle that had just crawled ashore to -deposit their eggs. The advantage of such a catch as -this was in the fact that turtle may be kept alive on -board ship for several weeks, if necessary, by putting -them in a cask of sea-water, and though unfed, they -do not seem to be perceptibly impoverished. We -also collected a goodly store of fresh unripe cocoa-nuts, -which are one of the most delicious and refreshing -of all tropical fruits. I do not suppose it would -be possible to bring them to England without their -essential freshness being entirely dissipated, for in -order to enjoy them thoroughly they should be eaten -new from the tree. They would be a revelation to -people whose acquaintance with cocoa-nut is limited -to the fully ripe and desperately indigestible article -beloved of the Bank Holiday caterer, and disposed of -at the favourite game of “three shies a penny.” In -that form no native of cocoa-nut-producing countries -ever dreams of eating them. For they are really only -fit for “copra,” the universal term applied throughout -the tropics to cocoa-nut prepared for conversion into -oil. When the nuts are fully ripe, a native will seat<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_154"></a>[154]</span> -himself by a heap of them, a small block of wood -before him with a hollow in its centre, and an old axe -in his hand. Placing a nut on the block, unhusked, -of course, he splits it open by one blow of the axe -and lays the two halves in the sun. By the time -he has split open the last of the heap, he may begin -at the first opened nuts and shake their contents -into bags, for they will be dried sufficiently for the -meat to fall readily from the shells. That is “copra.” -But before the husk has hardened into fibre, even -before the shells have become brittle, when it is -possible to slice off the top of the nut as easily as -you would that of a turnip, the contents almost -wholly consist of a bland liquor, not cloyingly sweet, -cool even under the most fervent blaze of the sun, -and refreshing to the last degree. Around the sides -of the immature shell there is, varying in thickness -according to the age of the nut, a jelly-like deposit, -almost tasteless, but wonderfully sustaining. I have -heard it vaunted as a cure for all diseases of malnutrition, -and I should really be inclined to believe -that there was some basis for the claim. The juice -or milk, if allowed to ferment, makes excellent -vinegar.</p> - -<p>A long spell of cruising without touching at any -land having exhausted all our stock of fowls, to say -nothing of fruit and vegetables, of which we had -almost forgotten the taste, it was with no ordinary -delight that we sighted the Kermadec group of islands -right ahead one morning, and guessed, by the course -remaining unaltered, that our skipper was inclined -to have a close look at them, if not to land. As<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_155"></a>[155]</span> -we drew nearer and nearer our hopes rose, until, -at the welcome order to “back the mainyard,” we -were like a school full of youngsters about to break -up. Few preparations were needed, for a whaler’s -crew are always ready to leave the ship at any hour -of the day or night for an indefinite period. And -in ten minutes from the time of giving the first -orders, two boats were pulling in for the small semi-circular -bay with general instructions to forage for -anything eatable. A less promising place at first -sight for a successful raid could hardly be imagined, -for the whole island seemed composed of one stupendous -mountain whose precipitous sides rose sheer -from the sea excepting just before us. And even -there the level land only appeared like a ledge jutting -out from the mountain-side, and of very small extent. -As we drew nearer, however, we saw that even to our -well-accustomed vision the distance had proved deceitful, -and that the threshold of the mountain was -of far greater area than we had supposed, being, -indeed, of sufficient extent to have afforded shelter -and sustenance to quite a respectable village of -colonists had any chosen to set up their homes in -such a lonely spot. But to the instructed eye the -steep beach, wholly composed of lava fragments, -gave a sufficient reason why such a sheltered nook -might be a far from secure abiding-place, even had -not a steadfast stain of dusty cloud poised above -the island in the midst of the clear blue sky added -its witness to the volcanic conditions still ready to -burst forth. But these considerations did not trouble -us. With boisterous mirth we dodged the incoming<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_156"></a>[156]</span> -rollers, and, leaping out of the boats as their keels -grated on the shore, we ran them rapidly up out -of the reach of the eager surf, delighted with the -drenching because of its coolness. Dividing into -parties of three, we plunged gaily into the jungly -undergrowth, chasing, as boys do butterflies, the -brown birds, like overgrown partridges, that darted -away before us in all directions. We succeeded in -catching a few, finding them to be what we afterwards -knew in New Zealand as “Maori hens,” something -between a domestic fowl and a partridge, but -a dismal failure in the eatable way, being tough and -flavourless as any fowl that had died of old age. -Of swine, the great object of our quest, we saw not -a hoof-print; in fact, we assured ourselves that whatever -number of these useful animals the family that -once resided in this desolate spot had reared, they -had left no descendants. It was a grievous disappointment, -for it threw us back upon the goats, and -goat as food is anathema to all sailors. But it was -a fine day; we had come out to kill something, and, -as no other game appeared available, we started after -the goats. It was a big contract. We were all barefooted, -and, although on board the ship we had -grown accustomed to regard the soles of our feet -as quite impervious to feeling as any leather, we -soon found that shore travelling over lava and through -the many tormenting plants of a tropical scrub was -quite another pair of shoes. We did capture a couple -of goats, one a patriarch of unguessable longevity -with a beard as long as my arm, and the other a -Nanny heavy with kid. These we safely conveyed<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_157"></a>[157]</span> -on board with us at the close of the day. But <em>the</em> -result of our day’s foraging, overshadowing even the -boat-load of magnificent fish we caught out in the -little bay, was the discovery of a plant known in New -Zealand as “Maori cabbage.” It looks something -like a lettuce run to seed, and has a flavour like -turnip-tops. I do not suppose any one on shore can -realise what those vegetables meant to us, that is, the -white portion of the crew. For it was well-nigh -two years since we had tasted a bit of anything -resembling cabbage, and our craving for green vegetables -and potatoes was really terrible. It is one of -the most serious hardships the sailor has to endure, -the more serious because quite avoidable. Potatoes -and Swede turnips are not dear food, and, if taken -up with plenty of mould adhering to them and left -so, will keep for six months in all climates. They -make all the difference between a good and a bad -ship. I am sure no banquet that I have ever sat -down to since could possibly have given me a tithe -of the epicurean delight I felt over a plentiful plate -of this nameless vegetable and a bit of hard salt beef -that evening.</p> - -<p>Although the addition to our stock of provisions, -excepting the fish, was but small, we had an ideal -day’s enjoyment, and the fun we got out of Ancient -William, the patriarch, was great. We had him tame -in two days, and trying butting matches with the -Kanakas; in spite of his age I don’t know what we -didn’t teach him that a goat could learn. Nanny -presented us with a charming little pet in the shape -of a kid two days after her arrival on board, but to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_158"></a>[158]</span> -the grief of all hands her milk dried up almost -immediately afterwards, so that to save the little -creature from starvation, as there was not even a -drop of condensed milk on board, we were compelled -to kill it. The Kanakas ate it, and pronounced it -very good. Then William the Ripe, in charging a -Kanaka, who dodged him by leaping over the fo’c’s’le -scuttle, hurled himself headlong below, breaking both -his fore legs. We could have mended him up all -right, but he seemed to resent getting better, refused -tobacco and all such little luxuries that we tried to -tempt him with, and died. <em>I</em> think he was broken-hearted -at the idea that a mountaineer like himself, -who for goodness knows how many generations had -scaled in safety the precipitous cliffs of Sunday -Island, should fall down a stuffy hole on board ship, -only about eight feet deep, and break himself all up.</p> - - -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h3>VI</h3> - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Some</span> delightfully interesting articles on the ancient -sport of “hawking,” or falconry, whichever is the -correct term to use, in <cite>Country Life</cite> have vividly recalled -to me a quaint and unusual experience in that -line, which fell to my lot while the vessel of whose -crew I was a very minor portion was slowly making -her way homewards from a port at the extreme western -limit of the Gulf of Mexico. We were absolutely without -live stock of any kind on board the <i>Investigator</i>, -unless such small deer as rats and cockroaches might -be classed under that head. And, as so often happens<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_159"></a>[159]</span> -at sea when that is the case, the men were very discontented -at the absence of any dumb animals to make -pets of, and often lamented what they considered to -be the lonely condition of a ship without even a cat. -But we had not been out of port many days when, to -our delight as well as amazement, we saw one sunny -morning hopping contentedly about the fo’c’s’le a -sweet little blue and yellow bird about the bigness (or -littleness) of a robin. Being well out of sight of land, -no one could imagine whence he came, neither did -anybody see him arrive. He just materialised as it -were in our midst, and made himself at home forthwith, -as though he had been born and bred among -men and fear of them was unknown to him. We had -hardly got over the feeling of almost childish delight -this pretty, fearless wanderer gave us when another -appeared, much the same size, but totally different -in colour. It was quite as tame as the first -arrival, and did not quarrel with the first-comer. -Together they explored most amicably the recesses -of the fo’c’s’le, apparently much delighted -with the cockroaches, which swarmed everywhere. -And before long many others came and joined -them, all much about the same size, but of all the -hues imaginable. They were all alike in their tameness, -and it really was one of the most pleasant -sights I ever witnessed to see those tiny, brilliant -birds fluttering about our dingy fo’c’s’le, or, tired out, -roosting on such queer perches as the edge of the -bread-barge or the shelves in our bunks. Their -presence had a most elevating influence upon the -roughest of us—we went softly and spoke gently, for<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_160"></a>[160]</span> -fear of startling these delicate little visitors who were -so unafraid of the giants among whom they had -voluntarily taken up their abode. At meal-times -they hopped about the fo’c’s’le deck picking up -crumbs and behaving generally as if they were in the -beautiful glades and aromatic forests whence they -had undoubtedly come. For it is hardly necessary -to say that they were all land birds; and when during -a calm one day one of them, stooping too near the -sea, got wet, and was unable to rise again, August -McManus, as tough a citizen as ever painted the -Highway red, leapt overboard after it, and, with a -touch as gentle as the enwrapping of lint, rescued it -from its imminent peril.</p> - -<p>This strange development of sea-life went on for -a week, the weather being exceedingly fine, with light -winds and calms. And then we became suddenly -aware that some large birds had arrived and taken -up positions upon the upper yards, where they sat -motionless, occasionally giving vent to a shrill cry. -What they were none of us knew, until shortly after -we had first noticed them one of our little messmates -flew out from the ship’s side into the sunshine. -There was a sudden swish of wings, like the lash of a -cane through the air, and downward like a brown -shadow came one of the watchers from aloft, snatching -in a pair of cruel-looking talons the tiny truant -from our midst. Then the dullest of us realised that -in some mysterious way these rapacious birds, a -species of falcon, had become aware that around -our ship might be found some of their natural food. -Now we were not less than 200 miles from the coast<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_161"></a>[161]</span> -at the time, and to my mind it was one of the -strangest things conceivable how those hawks should -have known that around a solitary ship far out at -sea would be found a number of little birds suitable -to their needs. The presence of the small birds -might easily be explained by their having been blown -off the land, as high winds had prevailed for some -little time previous to their appearance, but as the -hawks did not come till a week afterwards, during -the whole of which time we had never experienced -even a four-knot breeze, I am convinced that the -same theory would not account for their arrival. -It may have been a coincidence, but if so it was a -very remarkable one; and in any case what were -these essentially land birds of powerful flight doing -of their own free will so far from land? Unless, of -course, they were a little band migrating, and even -then the coincidence of their meeting our ship was -a most strange one.</p> - -<p>We, however, troubled ourselves but little with -these speculations. The one thing patent to us -was that our little pets were exposed to the most -deadly peril, that these ravenous birds were carrying -them off one by one, and we were apparently -powerless to protect them. We could not cage -them, although the absence of cages would have -been no obstacle, as we should soon have manufactured -efficient substitutes; but they were so -happy in their freedom that we felt we could not -deprive them of it. But we organised a raid -among those bloodthirsty pirates, as we called -them, forgetting that they were merely obeying the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_162"></a>[162]</span> -law of their being, and the first dark hour saw us -silently creeping aloft to where they had taken -their roost. Two were caught, but in both cases -the captors had something to remember their encounter -by. Grasping at the shadowy birds in the -darkness with only one free hand, they were unable -to prevent the fierce creatures defending themselves -with beak and talons, and one man came down -with his prize’s claws driven so far into his hand -that the wounds took many days to heal. When -we had secured them we couldn’t bring ourselves -to kill them, they were such handsome, graceful -birds, but had they been given a choice in the -matter I make no doubt they would have preferred -a speedy death rather than the lingering pain of -starvation which befell them. For they refused all -food, and sat moping on their perches, only rousing -when any one came near, and glaring unsubdued -with their bold, fierce eyes, bright and fearless -until they glazed in death. We were never able -to catch any more of them, although they remained -with us until our captain managed to allow the -vessel to run ashore upon one of the enormous -coral reefs that crop up here and there in the Gulf -of Mexico. The tiny spot of dry land that -appeared at the summit of this great mountain -of coral was barren of all vegetation except a -little creeping plant, a kind of <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">arenaria</i>, so that it -would have afforded no satisfactory abiding-place -for our little shipmates, even if any of them could -escape the watchful eyes of their enemies aloft. -So that I suppose after we abandoned the ship<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_163"></a>[163]</span> -they remained on board until she broke up altogether, -and then fell an easy prey to the falcons.</p> - -<p>This was the only occasion upon which I have -known a vessel at sea to be visited by so varied a -collection of small birds, and certainly the only -case I have ever heard of where land birds have -flown on board and made themselves at home. -When I say at sea, of course I do not mean in -a narrow strait like the Channel, where passing -vessels must often be visited by migrants crossing -to or from the Continent. But when well out in -the North Atlantic, certainly to the westward of -the Azores, and out of sight of them, I have several -times known a number of swallows to fly on board -and cling almost like bats to whatever projections -they first happened to reach. Exhausted with their -long battle against the overmastering winds, faint -with hunger and thirst, they had at last reached a -resting-place, only to find it so unsuited to all their -needs that nothing remained for them to do but -die. Earnest attempts were made to induce them to -live, but unsuccessfully; and as they never regained -strength sufficient to resume their weary journey, -they provided a sumptuous meal for the ship’s cat. -Even had they been able to make a fresh start, it is -hard to imagine that the sense of direction which -guides them in their long flight from or to their -winter haunts would have enabled them to shape a -course from such an utterly unknown base as a ship -at sea must necessarily be to them.</p> - -<p>While making a passage up the China Sea vessels -are often boarded by strange bird visitors, and some<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_164"></a>[164]</span> -of them may be induced to live upon such scanty -fare as can be found for them on shipboard. I once -witnessed with intense interest a gallant attempt -made by a crane to find a rest for her weary wings -on board of an old barque in which I was an <ins class="corr" id="tn164" title="Transcriber’s Note—Changed “able seamen” to “able seaman”">able seaman</ins>. -We were two days out from Hong-Kong, -bound to Manila, through a strong south-west monsoon. -The direction of the wind almost enabled us -to lay our course, and therefore the “old man” was -cracking on, all the sail being set that she would -stagger under close-hauled. Being in ballast, she lay -over at an angle that would have alarmed anybody -but a yachtsman; but she was a staunch, weatherly -old ship, and hung well to windward. It was my -wheel from six to eight in the evening, and as I -wrestled with it in the attempt to keep the old barky -up to her work, I suddenly caught sight of the gaunt -form of a crane flapping her heavy wings in dogged -fashion to come up with us from to leeward, we -making at the time about eight knots an hour. After -a long fight the brave bird succeeded in reaching -us, and coasted along the lee side, turning her long -neck anxiously from side to side as if searching for -a favourable spot whereon to alight. Just as she -seemed to have made up her mind to come inboard -abaft the foresail, a gust of back-draught caught her -wide pinions and whirled her away to leeward, about -a hundred fathoms at one sweep, while it was evident -that she had the utmost difficulty in maintaining -her balance. Another long struggle ensued as the -gloom of the coming night deepened, and the steady, -strenuous wind pressed us onward through the turbulent<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_165"></a>[165]</span> -sea. The weary pilgrim at last succeeded in -fetching up to us again, and with a feeling of the -keenest satisfaction I saw her work her way to -windward, as if instinct warned her that in that -way alone she would succeed in reaching a place -of rest. Backward and forward along our weather -side she sailed twice, searching with anxious eye -the whole of our decks, but fearing to trust herself -thereon, where so many men were apparently -awaiting to entrap her. No, she would not venture, -and quite a pang of disappointment and sympathy -shot through me as I saw her drift away astern -and renew her hopeless efforts to board us on the -lee side. At last she came up so closely that I -could see the laboured heaving of her breast muscles, -and I declare that the expression in her full, dark -eyes was almost human in its pathos of despair. -She poised herself almost above the rail, the vessel -gave a great lee lurch, and down the slopes of the -mizen came pouring an eddy of baffled wind. It -caught the doomed bird, whirled her over and over -as she fought vainly to regain her balance, and at -last bore her down so closely to the seething tumult -beneath her that a breaking wave lapped her up -and she disappeared. All hands had witnessed her -brave battle with fate, and quite a buzz of sympathy -went up for her in her sad defeat.</p> - -<p>That same evening one of the lads found a strange -bird nestling under one of the boats. None of us -knew what it was, for none of us ever remembered -seeing so queer a creature before. Nor will this be -wondered at when I say that it was a goat-sucker,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_166"></a>[166]</span> -as I learned long afterwards by seeing a plate of -one in a Natural History I was reading. But the -curious speculations that its appearance gave rise to -in the fo’c’s’le were most amusing. The wide gape -of its mouth, so unexpected when it was shut, was -a source of the greatest wonder, while the downy -fluff of its feathers made one man say it reminded -him of a “nowl” that a skipper of a ship he was -in once caught and kept alive for a long time as -a pet.</p> - -<p>Of the few visitors that board a ship in mid-ocean -none are more difficult to account for than butterflies. -I have seen the common white butterfly -fluttering about a ship in the North Atlantic when -she was certainly over 500 miles from the nearest -land. And in various parts of the world butterflies -and moths will suddenly appear as if out of space, -although the nearest land be several hundreds of -miles distant. I have heard the theory advanced -that their chrysalides must have been on board -the ship, and they have just been hatched out when -seen. It may be so, although I think unlikely; but -yet it is hard to imagine that so fragile a creature, -associated only in the mind with sunny gardens or -scented hillsides, could brave successfully the stern -rigour of a flight extending over several hundred -miles of sea. All that is certain about the matter -is that they <em>do</em> visit the ships at such distances from -land, and disappear as if disheartened at the unsuitability -of their environment. Lying in Sant’ Ana, -Mexico, once, loading mahogany, I witnessed the -labours of an unbidden guest that made me incline<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_167"></a>[167]</span> -somewhat to the chrysalis theory about the butterflies. -Our anchorage was some three miles off shore -in the open roadstead, where the rafts of great -mahogany logs tossed and tumbled about ceaselessly -alongside. They had all been a long time in the water -before they reached us, and were consequently well -coated with slime, which made them an exceedingly -precarious footing for the unfortunate slingsman, who -was as often in the water as he was on the raft. -One evening as I lay in my bunk reading by the -light of a smuggled candle, I was much worried by -a persistent buzz that sounded very near, and far -too loud to be the voice of any mosquito that I -had ever been unfortunate enough to be attended -by. Several times I looked for this noisy insect -without success, and at last gave up the task and -went on deck, feeling sure there wasn’t room in the -bunk for the possessor of that voice and myself. -Next day after dinner I was again lying in my bunk, -resting during the remainder of the dinner hour, -when to my amazement I saw what I took to be an -overgrown wasp or hornet suddenly alight upon a -beam overhead, walk into a corner, and begin the -music that had so worried me overnight. I watched -him keenly, but could hardly make out his little -game, until he suddenly flew away. Then getting -a light, for the corner was rather dark, I discovered -a row of snug apartments much like acorn-cups, -only deeper, all neatly cemented together, and as -smooth inside as a thimble. Presently along came -Mr. Wasp, or Hornet, or whatever he was, again, -and set to work, while I watched him as closely as<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_168"></a>[168]</span> -I dared without giving him offence, noticing that -he carried his material in a little blob on his chest -between his fore legs. It looked like mud; but -where could he get mud from? I could swear there -was none on board under that fierce sun, and I -couldn’t imagine him going six miles in five minutes, -which he must needs have done had he gone ashore -for it. So I watched his flight as well as I could, -but it was two days before I discovered my gentleman -on one of the logs alongside, scraping up a -supply of slime, and skipping nimbly into the air -each time the sea washed over his alighting-place. -That mystery was solved at any rate. I kept careful -watch over that row of dwellings thereafter, determined -to suppress the whole block at the first sign -of a brood of wasps making their appearance. None -ever did, and at last I took down the cells with -the greatest care, finding them perfectly empty. So -I came to the conclusion that my ingenious and -industrious guest had been building for the love -of the thing, or for amusement, or to keep his hand -in, or perhaps something warned him in time that -the site he had selected for his eligible row of -residences was liable to sudden serious vicissitudes -of climate. At any rate, he abandoned them, much -to my comfort.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_169"></a>[169]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_WAY_OF_A_SHIP">“THE WAY OF A SHIP”</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Solomon</span> had, among the many mighty qualities of -mind which have secured his high eminence as the -wisest man of the world, an attribute which does not -always accompany abundant knowledge. He was -prompt to admit his limitations, as far as he knew -them, frankly and fully. And among them he confesses -an inability to understand “the way of a ship -in the midst of the sea.” It may be urged that there -was little to wonder at in this, since the exigencies of -his position must have precluded his gaining more -than the slightest actual experience of seafaring. Yet -it is marvellous that he should have mentioned this -thing, seemingly simple to a shore-dweller, which is -to all mariners a mystery past finding out. No -matter how long a sailor may have sailed the seas in -one ship, or how deeply he may have studied the -ways of that ship under apparently all combinations -of wind and sea, he will never be found to assert -thoughtfully that he <em>knows</em> her altogether. Much -more, then, are the myriad idiosyncrasies of all ships -unknowable. Kipling has done more, perhaps, than -any other living writer to point out how certain fabrics -of man’s construction become invested with individuality -of an unmistakable kind, and of course so acute -an observer could not fail to notice how pre-eminently -is this the case with ships.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_170"></a>[170]</span></p> - -<p>Now, in what follows I seek as best I may to show, -by a niggardly handful of instances in my own experience, -how the “personality” of ships expresses -itself, and how incomprehensible these manifestations -are to the men whose business it is to study them. -Even before the ship has quitted the place of her -birth, yea, while she is yet a-building, something of -this may be noted. One man will study deepest -mathematical problems, will perfectly apply his formulæ, -and see them accurately embodied in steel or -timber, so that by all ordinary laws of cause and -effect the resultant vessel should be a marvel of -speed, stability, and strength. And yet she is a -failure. She has all the vices that the sailor knows -and dreads: crank, slow, leewardly, hanging in stays, -impossible to steer satisfactorily. Every man who -ever sails in her carries in his tenacious sea-memory, -to the day of his death, vengeful recollections of her -perversities, and often in the dog-watch holds forth -to his shipmates in eloquent denunciation of her manifold -iniquities long after one would have thought her -very name would be forgotten. Another shipbuilder, -innocent of a scintilla of mathematics, impatient of -diagrams, will begin apparently without preparation, -adding timber to timber, and breast-hook to -stem, until out of the dumb cavern of his mind a ship -is evolved, his inexpressible idea manifested in graceful -yet massive shape. And that ship will be all that -the other is not. As if the spirit of her builder had -somehow been wrought into her frame, she behaves -with intelligence, and becomes the delight, the pride, -of those fortunate enough to sail in her.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_171"></a>[171]</span></p> - -<p>Such a vessel it was once my good fortune to join -in London for a winter passage across to Nova Scotia. -Up to that time my experience had been confined -to large vessels and long voyages, and it was not -without the stern compulsion of want that I shipped -in the <i>Wanderer</i>. She was a brigantine of two -hundred and forty tons register, built in some little -out-of-the-way harbour in Nova Scotia by one of the -amphibious sailor-farmers of that ungenerous coast, -in just such a rule-of-thumb manner as I have spoken -of. When I got on board I pitied myself greatly. I -felt cramped for room; I dreaded the colossal waves -of the Atlantic at that stormy winter season, in what -I considered to be a weakly built craft fit only for -creeping closely along-shore. We worked down the -river, also a new departure to me, always accustomed -hitherto to be towed down to Beachy Head by a -strenuous tug. The delicate way in which she responded -to all the calls we made on her astonished -our pilot, who was loud in his praises of her “handiness,” -one of the most praiseworthy qualities a ship -can have in a seaman’s eyes. Nevertheless, I still looked -anxiously forward to our meeting with the Atlantic, -although day by day, as we zigzagged down Channel, -I felt more and more amazed at the sympathy -she showed with her crew. At last we emerged -upon the wide, open ocean, clear of even the idea -of shelter from any land; and as if to show conclusively -how groundless were my fears, it blew -a bitter north-west gale. Never have I known -such keen delight in watching a vessel’s behaviour -as I knew then. As if she were one of the sea-people,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_172"></a>[172]</span> -such as the foam-like gulls or wheeling -petrels, next of kin to the waves themselves, she -sported with the tumultuous elements, her motion -as easy as the sway of the seaweed and as light as -a bubble. And even when the strength of the -storm-wind forbade us to show more than the -tiniest square of canvas, she answered the touch -of her helm, as sensitive to its gentle suasion as -Hiawatha’s Cheemaun to the voice of her master. -Never a wave broke on deck, although she had -so little free-board that a bucket of water could -almost be dipped without the aid of a lanyard. -That gale taught me a lesson I have never been -able to forget. It was, never to judge of the -seaworthy qualities of a ship by her appearance -at anchor, but to wait until she had an opportunity -of telling me in her own language what she -could do.</p> - -<p>Then came a spell of favourable weather—for -the season, that is—when we could carry plenty -of sail and make good use of our time. Another -characteristic now revealed itself in her—her steerability. -Once steady on her course under all -canvas, one turn of a spoke, or at most of two -spokes, of the wheel was sufficient to keep her so; -and for an hour I have walked back and forth before -the wheel, with both hands in my pockets, -while she sped along at ten knots an hour, as -straight as an arrow in its flight. But when any -sail was taken off her, no matter which, she would -no longer steer herself, as if the just and perfect -balance of her sail area had been disturbed; but<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_173"></a>[173]</span> -she was easier to steer then than any vessel I have -ever known. Lastly, a strong gale tested her -powers of running before it, the last touch of excellence -in any ship being that she shall run -safely dead before a gale. During its height we -<em>passed</em> the Anchor liner <i>California</i>, a huge steamship -some twenty times our bulk. From end to -end of that mighty ship the frolicsome waves leaped -and tumbled; from every scupper and swinging-port -spouted a briny flood. Every sea, meeting her mass -in its way, just climbed on board and spread itself, so -that she looked, as sailors say, like a half-tide rock. -From her towering hurricane-deck our little craft -must have appeared a forlorn little object—just a -waif of the sea, existing only by a succession of -miracles. Yet even her muffled-up passengers, -gazing down upon the white dryness of our decks, -looked as if they could dimly understand that -the comfort which was unmistakably absent from -their own wallowing monster was cosily present -with us.</p> - -<p>Another vessel, built on the same coast, but three -times the size of the <i>Wanderer</i>, was the <i>Sea Gem</i>, -in which I had an extended experience. Under an -old sea-dog of a captain who commanded her the -first part of the voyage, she played more pranks -than a jibbing mule with a new driver. None of -the ordinary manœuvres necessary to a sailing-ship -would she perform without the strangest antics and -refusals. She seemed possessed of a stubborn demon -of contrariness. Sometimes at night, when, at the -change of the watch, all hands were kept on deck<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_174"></a>[174]</span> -to tack ship, more than an hour would be wasted -in futile attempts to get her about in a seamanlike -way. She would prance up into the wind gaily -enough, as if about to turn in her own length, and -then at the crucial moment fall off again against -the hard-down helm, while all hands cursed her -vigorously for the most obstinate, clumsy vessel ever -calked. Or she would come up far enough for the -order of “mainsail haul,” and there she would stick, -like a wall-eyed sow in a muddy lane, hard and fast -in irons. With her mainyards braced a-port and -her foreyards a-starboard, she reminded all hands -of nothing so much as the old sea-yarn of the -Yankee schooner-skipper who for the first time found -himself in command of a bark. Quite scared of -those big square sails, he lay in port until, by some -lucky chance, he got hold of a mate who had long -sailed in square-rigged vessels. Then he boldly put -to sea. But by some evil hap the poor mate fell -overboard and was drowned when they had been -several days out; and one morning a homeward-bounder -spied a bark in irons making rapid signals -of distress, although the weather was fine, and the -vessel appeared staunch and seaworthy enough. -Rounding to under the sufferer’s stern, the homeward-bound -skipper hailed, “What’s the matter?” -“Oh!” roared the almost frantic Yankee, “for God’s -sake send somebody aboard that knows somethin’ about -this kind er ship. I’ve lost my square-rigged mate -overboard, an’ I cain’t git a move on her nohow!” -He’d been trying to sail her “winged out,” schooner -fashion. So disgusted was our skipper with the <i>Sea<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_175"></a>[175]</span> -Gem</i> that he left her in Mobile, saying that he was -going to retire from the sea altogether. But we -all believed he was scared to death that she would -run away with him some fine day. Another skipper -took command, a Yankee Welshman by the name of -Jones. The first day out I heard the second mate -say to him deferentially, “She’s rather ugly in stays, -sir.” “<em>Is</em> she?” queried the old man, with an -astonished air. “Wall, I should hev surmised she -was ez nimble ez a kitten. Yew don’t say!” Shortly -after it became necessary to tack, and, to our utter -amazement, the <i>Sea Gem</i> came about in almost her -own length, with never a suggestion that she had -ever been otherwise than as handy as a St. Ives -smack. Nor did she ever after betray any signs -of unwillingness to behave with the same cheerful -alacrity. Had her trim been different we could have -understood it, because some ships handy in ballast -are veritable cows when loaded, and <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">vice versâ</i>. But -that reasoning had here no weight, since her draft -was essentially the same.</p> - -<p>Not without a groan do I recall a passage in one -of the handsomest composite barks I ever saw. Her -name I shall not give, as she was owned in London, -and may be running still, for all I know. My eye -lingered lovingly over her graceful lines as she lay -in dock, and I thought gleefully that a passage to -New Zealand in her would be like a yachting-trip. -An additional satisfaction was some patent steering-gear -which I had always longed to handle, having -been told that it was a dream of delight to take a -trick with it. I admit that she was right down to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_176"></a>[176]</span> -her Plimsoll, and I will put it to her credit that she -was only some dozen miles to leeward of the ill-fated -<i>Eurydice</i> when that terrible disaster occurred -that extinguished so many bright young lives. But -the water was smooth, and we had no long row of -lower-deck ports open for the sea to rush in when -the vessel heeled to a sudden squall. It is only her -Majesty’s ships that are exposed to such dangers as -that. In fact, for the first fortnight out she was -on her extra-special behaviour, although none of us -fellows for’ard liked a dirty habit she had of lifting -heavy sprays over fore and aft in a whole-sail breeze. -Presently along came a snifter from the south-west, -and every man of us awoke to the fact that we were -aboard of a hooker saturated with every vicious -habit known to ships. There was no dryness in -her. You never knew where or when she would -bow down to a harmless-looking sea and allow it -to lollop on board, or else, with a perversity almost -incredible, fall up against it so clumsily that it would -send a blinding sheet of spray as high as the clues -of the upper topsails. Words fail me to tell of the -patent atrocity with which we were condemned to -steer. Men would stand at the wheel for their two -hours’ trick, and imagine tortures for the inventor -thereof, coming for’ard at four or eight bells, speechlessly -congested with the volume of their imprecations -upon him. Yet I have no doubt he, poor -man, considered himself a benefactor to the genus -seafarer. In any weather you could spin the wheel -round from hard up to hard down without feeling -the slightest pressure of the sea against the rudder.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_177"></a>[177]</span> -And as, to gain power, speed must be lost, two -turns of the wheel were equal to only one with the -old-fashioned gear. The result of these differences -was to a sailor simply maddening. For all seamen -steer as much by the <em>feel</em> of the wheel as by anything -else (I speak of sailing-ships throughout), a -gentle increase of pressure warning you when she -wants a little bit to meet her in her sidelong swing. -Not only so, but there is a subtle sympathy (to a -good helmsman) conveyed in those alterations of -pressure which, while utterly unexplainable in words, -make all the difference between good and bad steering. -Then, none of us could get used to the -doubling of the amount of helm necessary. We -were always giving her too much or too little. As -she was by no means an easy-steering ship, even -had her gear been all right, the consequence of -this diabolical impediment to her guidance was that -the man who kept her within two points and a half, -in anything like a breeze, felt that he deserved high -praise.</p> - -<p>Still, with all these unpleasantnesses, we worried -along in fairly comfortable style, for we had a fresh -mess and railway-duff (a plum at every station) every -Sunday. Every upper bunk in the <ins class="corr" id="tn177" title="Transcriber’s Note—Changed “fo’c’sle” to “fo’c’s’le”">fo’c’s’le</ins> was leaky, -and always remained so; but we rigged up water-sheds -that kept us fairly dry during our slumbers. -So we fared southward through the fine weather, -forgetting, with the lax memory of the sailor for -miserable weather, the sloppy days that had passed, -and giving no thought to the coming struggle. -Gradually we stole out of the trade area, until the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_178"></a>[178]</span> -paling blue of the sky and the accumulation of torn -and feathery cloud-fields warned us of our approach -to that stern region where the wild western wind -reigns supreme. The trades wavered, fell, and died -away. Out from the west, with a rush and a roar, -came the cloud-compeller, and eastward we fled -before it. An end now to all comfort fore and aft. -For she wallowed and grovelled, allowing every sea, -however kindly disposed, to leap on board, until the -incessant roar of the water from port to starboard -dominated our senses even in sleep. A massive -breakwater of two-inch kauri planks was fitted across -the deck in front of the saloon for the protection of -the afterguard, who dwelt behind it as in a stockaded -fort. As the weather grew worse, and the sea got -into its gigantic stride, our condition became deplorable; -for it was a task of great danger to get from -the <ins class="corr" id="tn178" title="Transcriber’s Note—Changed “fo’c’sle” to “fo’c’s’le”">fo’c’s’le</ins> -to the wheel, impossible to perform -without a drenching, and always invested with the -risk of being dashed to pieces. We “carried on” -recklessly in order to keep her at least ahead of the -sea; but at night, when no stars were to be seen, -and the compass swung madly through all its thirty-two -points, steering was mental and physical torture. -In fact, it was only possible to steer at all by the feel -of the wind at one’s back, and even then the best -helmsman among us could not keep her within two -points on each side of her course. We lived in -hourly expectation of a catastrophe, and for weeks -none of us forward ever left off oilskins and sea-boots -even to sleep in. At last, on Easter Sunday, three -seas swept on board simultaneously. One launched<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_179"></a>[179]</span> -itself like a Niagara over the stern, and one rose on -each side in the waist, until the two black hills -of water towered above us for fully twenty feet. -Then they leaned toward each other and fell, their -enormous weight threatening to crush our decks in -as if they had been paper. Nothing could be seen -of the hull for a smother of white, except the forecastle-head. -When, after what seemed an age, she -slowly lifted out of that boiling, yeasty whirl, the -breakwater was gone, and so was all the planking -of the bulwarks on both sides from poop to forecastle -break. Nothing was left but to heave to, and -I, for one, firmly believed that we should never get -her up into the wind. However, we were bound to -try; and watching the smooth (between two sets -of seas), the helm was put hard down and the mizen -hauled out. Round she came swiftly enough, but -just as she presented her broadside to the sea, up -rose a monstrous wave. Over, over she went—over -until the third ratline of the lee rigging was under -water; that is to say, the lee rail was full six feet -under the sea. One hideous tumult prevailed, one -dazzling glare of foaming water surrounded us; but -I doubt whether any of us thought of anything but -how long we could hold our breath. Had she been -less deeply loaded she must have capsized. As it -was, she righted again, and came up into the wind -still afloat. But never before or since have I seen -a vessel behave like that hove to. We were black -and blue with being banged about, our arms strained -almost to uselessness by holding on. Beast as she -was, the strength of her hull was amazing, or she<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_180"></a>[180]</span> -would have been racked to splinters: for in that -awful sea she rolled clean to windward until she -filled herself, then canted back again until she lay -nearly on her beam-ends; and this she did continually -for three days and nights. At the first of the -trouble the cabin had been gutted so that neither -officers nor passengers had a dry thread, and of -course all cooking was impossible. I saw the skipper -chasing his sextant (in its box) around the saloon-table, -which was just level with the water which -was making havoc with everything. And not a -man of us for’ard but had some pity to spare for -the one woman passenger (going out with her little -boy to join her husband), who, we knew, was crouching -in the corner of an upper bunk in her cabin, -hugging her child to her bosom, and watching with -fascinated eyes the sullen wash of the dark water -that plunged back and forth across the sodden strip -of carpet.</p> - -<p>In spite of all these defects in the ship, she reached -Lyttelton in safety at last; and I, with more thankfulness -than I knew how to express, was released -from her, and took my place as an officer on board -a grand old ship three times her size. Unfortunately -for me, my sea experience of her extended only over -one short passage to Adelaide, where she was laid -up for sale; and of my next ship I have spoken at -length elsewhere, so I may not enlarge upon her -behaviour here. After that I had the good fortune -to get a berth as second mate of the <i>Harbinger</i>, to -my mind one of the noblest specimens of modern -shipbuilding that ever floated. She was lofty—210<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_181"></a>[181]</span> -feet from water-line to skysail truck—and with -all her white wings spread, thirty-one mighty sails, -she looked like a mountain of snow. She was built -of steel, and in every detail was as perfect as any -sailor could wish. For all her huge bulk she was -as easy to handle as any ten-ton yacht—far easier -than some—and in any kind of weather her docility -was amazing. No love-sick youth was ever more -enamoured of his sweetheart than I of that splendid -ship. For hours of my watch below I have sat -perched upon the martingale guys under the jib-boom, -watching with all a lover’s complacency the -stately sheer of her stem through the sparkling sea, -and dreamily noting the delicate play of rainbow -tints through and through the long feather of spray -that ran unceasingly up the stem, and, curling outward, -fell in a diamond shower upon the blue surface -below. She was so clean in the entrance that you -never saw a foaming spread of broken water ahead, -driven in front by the vast onset of the hull. She -parted the waves before her pleasantly, as an arrow -the air; graciously, as if loath to disturb their widespread -solitude.</p> - -<p>But it needed a tempest to show her “way” in -its perfection. Like the <i>Wanderer</i>, but in a grand -and gracious fashion, she seemed to claim affinity -with the waves, and they in their wildest tumult met -her as if they too knew and loved her. She was the -only ship I ever knew or heard of that would “stay” -under storm-staysails, reefed topsails, and a reefed -foresail in a gale of wind. In fact, I never saw anything -that she would not do that a ship should do.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_182"></a>[182]</span> -She was so truly a child of the ocean that even a -bungler could hardly mishandle her; she <em>would</em> work -well in spite of him. And, lastly, she would <em>steer</em> -when you could hardly detect an air out of the -heavens, with a sea like a mirror, and the sails -hanging apparently motionless. The men used to -say she would go a knot with only the quartermaster -whistling at the wheel for a wind.</p> - -<p>Then for my sins I shipped before the mast in -an equally large iron ship bound for Calcutta. She -was everything that the <i>Harbinger</i> was not—an ugly -abortion that the sea hated. When I first saw her -(after I had shipped), I asked the cook whether she -wasn’t a razeed steamboat—I had almost said an -adapted loco-boiler. When he told me that this was -only her second voyage I had to get proof before I -could believe him. And as her hull was, so were -her sails. They looked like a job lot scared up at -ship-chandlers’ sales, and hung upon the yards like -rags drying. Our contempt for her was too great -for words. Of course she was under water while -there was any wind to speak of, and her motions -were as strange as those of a seasick pig. A dredger -would have beaten her at sailing; a Medway barge, -with her Plimsoll mark in the main-rigging, would -have been ten times as comfortable. Somehow we -buttocked her out in 190 days with 2500 tons of salt -in her hold, and again my fortunate star intervened -to get me out of her and into a better ship as -second mate.</p> - -<p>Of steamers I have no authority to speak, although -they, too, have their ways, quite as non-understandable<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_183"></a>[183]</span> -as sailing-ships, and complicated, too, by the -additional entity of the engines within. But everything -that floats and is built by man, from the three-log -catamaran of the Malabar coast, or the balsa of -Brazil, up to the latest leviathan, has a way of its -own, and that way is certainly, in all its variations, -past finding out.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_184"></a>[184]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SEA_ETIQUETTE">SEA ETIQUETTE</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Nothing</span> is more loudly regretted by the praisers -of old times than the gradual disappearance of -etiquette under the stress and burden of these -bustling days, and nowhere is the decay of etiquette -more pronounced than at sea. Romance persists -because until machinery can run itself humanity -must do so, and where men and women live romance -cannot die. But were it not for the Royal Navy, -with its perfect discipline and unbroken traditions, -etiquette at sea must without doubt perish entirely, -and that soon. Such fragments of it as still survive -in the Merchant Service are confined to sailing-ships, -those beautiful visions that are slowly disappearing -one by one from off the face of the -deep. Take, for instance, the grand old custom so -full of meaning of “saluting the deck.” The poop -or raised after-deck of a ship over which floated -the national flag was considered to be always pervaded -by the presence of the Sovereign, and, as -the worshipper of whatever rank removes his hat -upon entering a church, so from the Admiral to -the powder-monkey every member of the ship’s -company as he set foot upon the poop “saluted -the deck”—the invisible presence. As the division -between men-of-war and merchantmen widened so -the practice weakened in the latter, and only now<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_185"></a>[185]</span> -survives in the rigidly enforced practice of every -person below the rank of Captain or mate coming -up on to the poop by the lee side. And among -the officers the practice is also observed according -to rank, for with the Captain on deck the chief -mate takes the lee side. But since in steamers there -is often no lee side, the custom in them has completely -died out. To etiquette also belongs the -strict observance of the rule in all vessels of tacking -“Sir” on to every reply to an officer, or the -accepted synonym for his position to a tradesman -who is a petty officer, as “Boss” for boatswain, -“Chips” for carpenter, “Sails” for sailmaker, and -“Doctor” for cook. A woeful breach of etiquette -is committed by the Captain who, coming on deck -while one of his mates is carrying out some -manœuvre, takes upon himself to give orders direct -to the men. It is seldom resented by junior -officers for obvious reasons, but the chief mate -would probably retire to another part of the vessel -at once with the remark that it was “only one -man’s work.”</p> - -<p>In many cases etiquette and discipline are so -closely interwoven that it is hard to know where -one leaves off and the other begins, but in all -such cases observance is strictly enforced as being -one of the few remaining means whereby even -a simulacrum of discipline is maintained in undermanned -and oversparred sailing-ships—such as the -repetition of every order given by the hearer, the -careful avoidance of any interference by one man -with another’s work in the presence of an officer,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_186"></a>[186]</span> -and the preservation of each officer’s rightful attitude -toward those under his charge and his superiors. -Thus during the secular work of the day, work, that -is, apart from handling the ship, the mate gives his -orders to the boatswain, who sees them carried -out. Serious friction always arises when during -any operation the mate comes between the boatswain -and his gang, unless, as sometimes happens, -the boatswain be hopelessly incompetent.</p> - -<p>In the private life of the ship every officer’s -berth is his house, sacred, inviolable, wherein none -may enter without his invitation. And in a case -of serious dereliction of duty or disqualification it -becomes his prison. “Go to your room, sir,” is a -sentence generally equivalent to professional ruin, -since a young officer’s future lies in the hollow of -his Commander’s hand. The saloon is free to -officers only at meal-times, not a common parlour -wherein they may meet for chat and recreation, -except in port with the Captain ashore. And as -it is “aft” so in its degree is it “forrard.” In -some ships the carpenter has a berth to himself -and a workshop besides, into which none may -enter under pain of instant wrath—and “Chips” -is not a man to be lightly offended. But in most -cases all the petty officers berth together in an -apartment called by courtesy the “half-deck,” -although it seldom <ins class="corr" id="tn186" title="Transcriber’s Note—Deleted duplicate “a” in “resembles in a a remote”">resembles in a remote</ins> degree -the dingy, fœtid hole that originally bore that name. -Very dignified are the petty officers, gravely conscious -of their dignity, and sternly set upon the -due maintenance of their rightful status as the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_187"></a>[187]</span> -backbone of the ship’s company. Such a grave -breach of etiquette as an “A.B.” entering their -quarters, with or without invitation, is seldom heard -of, and quite as infrequent are the occasions when -an officer does so. In large ships, where six or -seven apprentices are carried, an apartment in a -house on deck is set apart for their sole occupation, -and the general characteristic of such an abode is -chaos—unless, indeed, there should be a senior -apprentice of sufficient stability to preserve order, -which there seldom is. These “boys’ houses” are -bad places for a youngster fresh from school, unless -a conscientious Captain or chief mate should happen -to be at the head of affairs and make it his business -to give an eye to the youngsters’ proceedings when -off duty. Of course etiquette may be looked for -in vain here, unless it be the etiquette of “fagging” -in its worst sense.</p> - -<p>The men’s quarters, always called the forecastle, -even when a more humane shipowner than usual has -relegated the forecastle proper to its rightful use as -lockers for non-perishable stores and housed his men -in a building on deck, is always divided longitudinally -in half. The port or mate’s watch live on the -port side, the starboard or second mate’s watch on -the starboard side. To this rule there is no exception. -And here we have etiquette <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">in excelsis</i>. -Although the barrier between the two sides is usually -of the flimsiest and often quite imaginary in effect, -it is a wall of separation with gates guarded and -barred. The visitor from one side to the other, -whatever his excuse, approaches humbly, feeling ill<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_188"></a>[188]</span> -at ease until made welcome. And from dock to dock -it is an unheard-of thing for any officer save the -Captain to so much as <em>look</em> into the forecastle. Of -course, exceptional circumstances do arise, such as -a general outbreak of recalcitrancy, but the occasion -must be abnormal for such a breach of etiquette to -be made. Some Captains very wisely make it their -duty to go the round of the ship each morning, -seeing that everything is as it should be, and these -enter the forecastle as a part of their examination. -But this is quite the exception to the general rule, -and is always felt to be more or less of an infringement -of immemorial right.</p> - -<p>In what must be called the social life of the forecastle, -although it is commonly marked by an utter -absence of social observances, there are several well-defined -rules of etiquette which persist in spite of -all other changes. One must not lock his chest at -sea. As soon as the last landsman has left the ship, -unlock the “donkey,” throw the key ostentatiously -into the till, and, letting the lid fall, seat yourself -upon it, and light your pipe. It is a Masonic sign -of good-fellowship, known and read of all men, that -you are a “Sou’ Spainer” indeed, at home again. -The first time that the newly assembled crew sit -down gipsy fashion to a meal (for tables are seldom -supplied), there may be one, usually a boy, who -fails to remove his cap. Then does the nearest -man’s hand seek the “bread-barge” for a whole -biscuit, generally of tile-like texture and consistency. -Grasping it by spreading his fingers all over its -circumference, the mentor brings it down crushingly<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_189"></a>[189]</span> -upon the covered head of the offender, who is thus -initiated, as it were, to the fact that he must “show -respect to his grub,” as the term goes. But often -when the commons have been exceptionally short -or bad an old seaman will deliberately put on his -cap again with the remark “’Tain’t wuth it.” If a -man wants to smoke while a meal is in progress let -him go outside, unless he desires deliberately to raise -a storm. And when on the first day of serving out -stores a man has been induced to undertake the -onerous duty of dividing to each one his weekly -portion—“whacking out”—gross indeed must be -his carelessness or unfairness before any sufferer -will raise a protest. It used to be the practice to -load the boys or ordinary seamen (a grade between -“A.B.” and boy) with all the menial service of the -forecastle, such as food-fetching, washing up utensils, -scrubbing, &c. But a juster and wiser plan has -been borrowed from the Navy, whereby each man -takes in rotation a week as “cook of the mess.” He -cooks nothing, the “Doctor” will take care of that, -but he is the servant of his house for that week, -responsible for its due order and cleanliness. The -boys are usually kept out of the forecastle altogether, -and berthed with the petty officers, a plan which -has with some advantages grave drawbacks. One -curious old custom deserves passing notice. Upon -a vessel’s arrival in ports where it is necessary to -anchor, it is usual to set what is called an “anchor-watch” -the first night. All hands take part in this -for one hour each, or should do so, but that sometimes -there are too few and sometimes too many.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_190"></a>[190]</span> -As soon as the order is given to “pick for anchor-watch” -an old hand draws a rude circle on the -deck, which he subdivides into as many sections as -there are men. Then one man retires while all the -rest come forward and make each man his private -mark in a section. When all have contributed, the -excluded one (whose mark has been made for him -by deputy) is called in and solemnly rubs out mark -after mark, the first to be rubbed out giving its owner -the first hour’s watch, and so on.</p> - -<p>Nothing has been said about etiquette in the Royal -Navy, because there it is hardly ever to be distinguished -from disciplinary rule. Nor has allusion -been more than casually made to steamships, whose -routine excludes etiquette, having no more room for -it than it has for seamanship, except upon rare -occasions.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_191"></a>[191]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WAVES">WAVES</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Beloved</span> of the poet and the painter, appealing by -the inimitable grace of their curves and marvel of -their motion to all mankind, the waves of the sea -take easily their high place with the stars and the -mountains as some of the chief glories attendant -upon the round world. Only an artist, perhaps, -could do justice to the multiplicity of lovely lines -into which the ruffled surface of the ocean enwreathes -itself under the pressure of the storm. Yet any one -with an eye for the beautiful will find it hard to leave -a sight so fair, will watch unweariedly for hours the -gliding, curling masses as they rise, apparently in -defiance of law, subside and rise again and yet -again.</p> - -<p>Sailors often speak of an “ugly” sea, but the -adjective has quite another meaning to that usually -attached to it. They do not mean that it is ugly in -appearance, for they well know that the beauty of -a wave is as much a part of it as is the water—it -cannot be otherwise than beautiful, as it cannot cease -to be wet. What they mean is a dangerous sea. -And by “sea” they always mean wave. A sailor -never speaks of a “high wave,” “cross waves,” -“heavy waves”; in fact, on board ship, except when -passengers are getting information from officers, you -will not hear the word “wave” mentioned at all.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_192"></a>[192]</span> -It is necessary to mention this purely nautical detail -to save constant explanation and digression. To -return, then, to the sailor’s “ugly” sea. Its ugliness -may be due to many different causes, but in the -result the waves do not run truly with the wind; -they rise unexpectedly and confusedly, changing the -natural motion of the ship into a bewildered stagger, -such as one will sometimes see in a horse when a -brutal, foolish driver is beating him over the head -and wrenching first at one rein and then the other -without knowing himself what he wants the poor -brute to do. It is very pitiful, too, to watch a -gallant ship being pressed through an ugly, untrue -sea—such, for instance, as may be met with in the -North Atlantic with a south-west gale blowing, and -the vessel in the midst of the Gulf Stream. The -conflict between wind and current, all the more -terrible for its invisibility, is deep-reaching, so deep -that every excuse must be found for those who -have spoken of seas running mountains high. As the -steady, implacable thrust of the storm booms forth, -the black breadths of water rise rebellious; they -would fain flow in the face of the wind, but that -cannot be. So they rise, sullenly rise, peak-like, -against their persecutor, until his might compels them -forward against the mighty stream beneath, and their -shattered crags and pinnacles tumble in ruinous heaps -around.</p> - -<p>Even this, however, is less dangerous than that -time—to be spoken of by those who have seen it, -and live, with bated breath—when, rotating like some -wheel of the gods, the tropical cyclone whirls across<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_193"></a>[193]</span> -the Indian seas. Round and round blow the incredibly -furious winds, having a centrifugal direction -withal, and yet the whole mighty system progresses -in some given direction, until towards its centre there -is a Maelstrom indeed—a space where the wind hath -left, as it were, a funnel of calm in the world-tumult. -And there the waves hold high revel. Heap upon -heap the waters rise, without direction, without shape, -save that of fortuitous blocks hurled skyward and -falling again in ruin. The fountains of the great -deep appear to be broken up, and woe to man’s -handiwork found straying there in that black -hour.</p> - -<p>All those who have ever “run the Easting down” -will remember, but not all pleasurably, the great true -sea of the roaring “forties” or “fifties.” How, unhindered -in its world-encircling sweep, the premier -wind of all comes joyously, unwaveringly, for many -a day without a pause, while the good ship flies -before it with every wing bearing its utmost strain. -In keeping with the wind, the wave—the long, true -wave of the Southern Seas, spreading to infinity on -either hand, a gorgeous concave of blue, with its -direction as straightly at right angles to the ship’s -track as if laid by line, and its ridge all glistening -like a wreath of new-fallen snow under silver moon -or golden sun. It pursues, it overtakes, rises astern -with majestic sound as of all the war-chariots of -Neptune; then, easily passing beneath the buoyant -keel, it is gone on ahead, has joined its fellows in -their stately progress to the East. Adown its far-spreading -shoulders stream pennons of white; in the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_194"></a>[194]</span> -broad valley between it and the next wave the same -bright foam creams and hisses until wherever the -eye can rest is no longer blue but white—a -wilderness of curdling snow just bepatched with -azure.</p> - -<p>The strong, exultant ship may rejoice in such a -scene as this, but it is far otherwise with the weakling. -Caught up in this irresistible march of wind -and wave, she feels that her place is otherwhere; -it is not hers to strive with giants, but to abide by -the stuff. Then do the hapless mariners in charge -watch carefully for a time when they may lay her -to, watch the waves’ sequence, knowing that every -third wave is greater, and leaves a broader valley of -smooth behind it than its fellows; while some say -that with the third sequence of three—the ninth -wave—these differences are at their maximum. Why? -Who knows? Certain it is that some waves are -heavier than others, and equally certain it is that -in the case of a truly running sea these heavier seas -appear at regularly recurrent intervals of three. -And that is all sailors know. Sufficient too, perhaps, -as with their weak and overladen ship they -watch the smooth, to swing her up between two -rolling ranges of water, and without shipping -more than thirty or forty tons or so, heave her -to, her head just quartering the oncoming waves, -and all danger of being overwhelmed by them -removed.</p> - -<p>Curious indeed are the waves to be found over -uneven bottoms with strong undercurrents—as, for -instance, on the coast of Nova Scotia—and known<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_195"></a>[195]</span> -as “overfalls.” Sufficiently annoying to vessels of -large size that get among them, they are most -dangerous to small craft. The water rises in masses -perpendicularly, and falls a dead weight without -apparent forward motion—a puzzling, deadly sea to -meet when a howling gale is driving your small -vessel across those angry waters. But the overfall -character is common to nearly all waves raised in -shallow seas and tidal streams. It adds to the dangers -of navigation immensely, and although the eye must -be charmed when from the lofty cliff we see the green-bosomed, -hoary-shouldered wave come thundering -shoreward, we need not expect those to greet him -lovingly who must do so in weakness and undefended.</p> - -<p>What of the tidal wave; that mysterious indispensable -swelling of the waters that, following the “pull” -of the moon, rolls round this globe of ours twice in -each twenty-four hours, stemming the outflow of -mighty rivers, penetrating far inland wherever access -is available, and doing within its short lease of life -an amount of beneficent work freely that would -beggar the wealthiest Monarchy of the world to -undertake if it must needs be paid for? Mysterious -it may well be called, since, though its passage from -zone to zone be so swift, it is, like all other waves, -but an undulatory movement of that portion of the -sea momentarily influenced by the suasion of the -planet—not, as is vulgarly supposed, the same mass -of water vehemently carried onward for thousands -of miles. No; just as a tightly stretched sheet of -calico shows an undulation if the point of a stick be<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_196"></a>[196]</span> -passed along beneath its surface and pressed upward -against it, an undulation which leaves every fibre -where it was originally, so does the whole surface -remain in its place while the long, long wave rolls -round the world carrying up to their moorings the -homeward-bound ships, sweetening mud-befouled -tidal harbours, and giving to forlorn breadths of -deserted shallows all the glory and vitality of the -youthful sea.</p> - -<p>To meet a tidal wave at sea is in some parts of the -watery world a grim and unforgettable experience. -Floating upon the shining blue plain, with an indolent -swelling of the surface just giving a cosy roll to your -ship now and then, you suddenly see in the distance -a ridge, a knoll of water that advances vast, silent, -menacing. Nearer and nearer it comes, rearing its -apparently endless curve higher and higher. There -is no place to flee from before its face. Neither is -there much suspense. For its pace is swift, although -it appears so deliberate, from the illimitable grandeur -of its extent. It is upon the ship. She behaves in -accordance with the way she has been caught and -her innate peculiarities. In any case, whatever her -bulk, she is hurled forward, upward, backward, downward, -as if never again could she regain an even -keel, while her crew cling desperately to whatever -holding-place they may have reached, lest they should -be dashed into dead pieces.</p> - -<p>Some will have it that these marvellous upliftings -of the sea-bosom are not tidal waves at all—that -they do not belong to that normal ebb and flow of -the ocean that owns the sway of the moon. If so,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_197"></a>[197]</span> -they would be met with more frequently than they -are at sea, and far more disasters would be placed -to their account. This contention seems reasonable, -because it is well known that lonely islets such as -St. Helena, Tristan d’Acunha, and Ascension are -visited at irregular intervals by a succession of -appalling waves (rollers) that deal havoc among -the smaller shipping, and look as if they would -overwhelm the land. The suggestion is that these -stupendous waves are due to cosmic disturbance, -to submarine earthquakes upheaving the ocean-bed -and causing so vast a displacement of the ocean -that its undulations extend for several thousands of -miles.</p> - -<p>As to the speed of waves, judging from all experience, -they would seem never to exceed sixteen to -eighteen knots an hour in their hugest forms. And -yet it is well known that they will often outstrip the -gale that gave them birth, let it rage never so furiously. -Lying peacefully rolling upon the smoothest -of summer seas, you shall presently find, without -any alteration in the weather, the vessel’s motion -change from its soothing roll to a sharp, irritable, and -irritating movement. And, looking overside, there -may be seen the forerunners of the storm that is -raging hundreds of miles away, the hurrying waves -that it has driven in its path. So likewise, long -hours after a gale is over, the waves it has raised -roll on, still reluctant to resume their levelled peace, -and should a new gale arise in some contrary direction, -the “old” sea, as the sailor calls it, will persist, -making the striving ship’s progress full of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_198"></a>[198]</span> -weariness and unease to those on board. Of the -energy of waves, of the lessons they teach, their -immutable mutability, and other things concerning -them that leap to the mind, no word can now -be spoken, for space is spent.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_199"></a>[199]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_BATTLESHIP_OF_TO-DAY">A BATTLESHIP OF TO-DAY</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Last</span> year it was my pleasant privilege to lay before -the readers of the <cite>Spectator</cite> a few details upon the -polity of a battleship, and from the amount of -interest shown in that subject, it would seem acceptable -to supplement it by a few more details upon -the mechanical side. First, then, as to the ship -herself. Complaints are often heard of the loss of -beauty and ship-like appearance consequent upon -the gain of combative strength in these floating -monsters. And it cannot be denied that up till a -few years ago in our own Navy, and at the present -date among the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">cuirassés</i> of France, the appearance -of the vessels made such a complaint well founded—such -ships as the <i>Hoche</i> and <i>Charlemagne</i>, for -instance, from which it may truly be said that all -likeness to a ship has been removed. But in our -own Navy there has been witnessed of late years a -decided return to the handsome contour of vessels -built, not for war, but for the peaceful pursuits of -the merchant service. And this has so far been -attended by the happiest results. These mighty -ships of the <i>Majestic</i> class, on board of one of which -I am now writing, have won the unstinted praise of -all connected with them. This means a great deal, -for there are no more severe critics of the efforts -of naval architects than naval officers, as would be<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_200"></a>[200]</span> -naturally expected. In these ships the eye is arrested -at once by their beautiful lines, and the absence of -any appearance of top-heaviness so painfully evident -in ships like the <i>Thunderer</i>, the <i>Dreadnought</i>, and the -<i>Admirals</i>. Their spacious freeboard, or height from -the water-line to the edge of the upper deck, catches -a seaman’s eye at once, for a good freeboard means -not only a fairly dry ship, but also plenty of fresh -air below, as well as a sense of security in heavy -weather. It is not, however, until their testing time -comes, in a heavy gale of wind on the wide Atlantic, -that their other virtues appear. Then one is never -weary of wondering at their splendid stability and -freedom from rolling, which makes them unique -fighting platforms under the worst weather conditions. -They steer perfectly, a range of over three -and a half degrees on either side of their course -being sufficient to bring down heavy censure upon -the quartermaster. They have not Belleville boilers, -and so enjoy almost complete immunity from breakdowns, -maintaining their speed in a manner that is -not approached by any other men-of-war afloat. In -addition to great economy of coal usage they have, -for a ship of war, very large coal bunkerage. In -fact, in this respect their qualifications are so high -that there is danger of being disbelieved in giving -the plain facts. On a coal consumption of 50 tons -per day for <em>all</em> purposes a speed of eight knots per -hour can be maintained for forty days. Of course, -with each extra knot of speed the coal consumption -increases enormously, reaching a maximum of 220 -tons a day for a speed of fifteen knots with forced<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_201"></a>[201]</span> -draught. It is necessary to italicise <em>all</em> purposes, -for it must always be remembered that there is -quite a host of auxiliary engines always at work in -these ships for the supply of electric light, ventilation, -steering, distilling, &c. And this brings me to -a most important detail of the economy of modern -ships of war—their utter dependence for efficient -working upon modern inventions, all highly complicated, -and liable to get out of order. As, for -instance, the lighting. It is quite true that the work -of the ship can be carried on without electric light, -but when one considers the bewildering ramifications -of utterly dark passages in the bowels of these huge -ships, and remembers how accustomed the workers -become to the flood of light given by a host of electric -lamps, it needs no active exercise of the imagination -to picture the condition of things when that great -illumination is replaced by the feeble glimmer of -candles or colomb lights. Truly they only punctuate -the darkness, they do not dispel it, and work is carried -on at great risk because of its necessary haste. Then -there is the steering. Under ordinary circumstances -one man stands at a baby wheel upon a lofty bridge, -whence he has a view from beam to beam of all -that is going on, of the surrounding sea. At a -touch of his hand the obedient monster of 150 horse-power, -far down in the tiller-room aft, responds by -exerting its great force upon the rudder, and the -ship is handled with ridiculous ease. Use accustoms -one to the marvel, and no wonder is ever evinced -at the way in which one man can keep that -giant of 15,000 tons so steady on her course.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_202"></a>[202]</span> -But of late we have had an object-lesson upon -the difference there is between steering by hand -without the intervention of machinery and steering -with its aid. In the next water-tight compartment -forward of the tiller-room, there are four wheels, -each 5 feet in diameter, and of great strength of -construction. Some distance in front of these there -is an indicator—a brass pointer moving along a -horizontal scale marked in degrees. Forward of this -again, but about 2 feet to port of it, there is a -compass, and how any compass, however buttressed -by compensators, can keep its polarity in the midst -of such an immense assemblage of iron and steel -furniture is almost miraculous. By the side of the -compass is a voice-tube communicating with the -pilot-bridge forward. To each of the wheels four -men are allotted, sixteen in all. A quartermaster -watches, with eyes that never remove their gaze, -the indicator, which, actuated from the pilot-bridge -300 feet away, tells him how many degrees of helm -are needed, and he immediately gives his orders -accordingly. One man watches the compass, another -attends the voice-tube, listening intently for orders -that may come in that way from the officer responsible -for the handling of the ship. Two men also -watch in the tiller-room for possible complications -arising there. Total, twenty-one men for the purpose -of steering the ship alone, or a crew equal to that -of a sailing-ship of 2000 tons, or the deck hands of -a steamship of 6000 tons. Yet this steering crew is -only for one watch. Of course, this steering by hand -is a last resource. The engines which move the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_203"></a>[203]</span> -rudder are in duplicate, and there are seven other -stations from which they can be worked—viz., one -on the upper bridge, one in each of the conning-towers, -one at each steering-engine, and two others -on different decks in the lower fore-part of the ship. -It is certainly true that some of these wheels actuate -the same connection, so that one break may disable -two, or even three, wheels; but even granting that, -there still remains a considerable margin of chances -against the possibility of ever being compelled to -use the hand steering-gear. Those awful weapons -of war, the barbette guns, may also be handled -by manual labour, but it is instructive to compare -the swift ease with which they, their containing -barbettes (each weighing complete 250 tons), their -huge cartridges of cordite and 850 lb. shells, are -handled by hydraulic power, and the same processes -carried out by hand. And so with all other serious -operations, such as weighing anchor, hoisting steamboats, -&c. The masses of weight to be dealt with -are so great that the veriest novice may see at one -glance that to be compelled to use hand labour -for their manipulation in actual warfare would be -equivalent to leaving the ship helpless, at the mercy -of another ship of any enemy’s not so situated. Yes, -these ships are good, so good that it is a pity they -are not better. In the opinion of those best qualified -to know, they have still a great deal too much useless -top-hamper—nay, worse than useless, because in -action its destruction by shell-fire and consequent -mass of débris would not only mean the needless -loss of many lives, but would pile up a mountain of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_204"></a>[204]</span> -obstacles in the way of the ship’s efficient working. -Also, the amount of unnecessary woodwork with -which these vessels are cumbered is very great, constituting -a danger so serious that on going into -action it would be imperative to put a tremendous -strain upon the crew in tearing it from its positions -and flinging it overboard. Upper works of course -there must be, but they should be reduced to their -simplest and most easily removable expression, and -on no account should there be, as there now is, any -battery that in action would be unworkable, and -consequently only so much lumber in the way. -Remembering the enormous cost of the flotilla of -boats carried by these ships, three of them being -steamers of high speed, it comes as somewhat of a -shock to learn that upon going into action one of -the first things necessary would be to launch them -all overboard and let them go secured together so -that they might possibly be picked up again, although -not easily by the ship to which they belonged. It is -only another lurid glimpse of the prospective horror -of modern naval warfare. There will be no means -of escape in case of defeat and sinking, for nothing -will be left to float. Finally, after all criticisms have -been made it remains to be said that it is much to -be regretted that we have not double the number -of these splendid battleships furnished with boilers -that can be relied upon as the present boilers can. -Other ships of their stamp are being built, but with -Belleville boilers, of which the best that can be said -is that our most dangerous prospective foe is using -them exclusively also. But she, again, is rushing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_205"></a>[205]</span> -blindly upon certain disaster in the direction of -accumulating enormous superstructures which are -certain to be destroyed early in any engagement, -and being destroyed will leave the ship a helpless -wreck. We have shown our wisdom by reducing -these dreadfully disabling erections, and shall yet -reduce them more. Why not go a step farther, and -refuse longer to load our engineers with the horrible -incubus of boilers that have not a single workable -virtue but that of raising steam quickly, and have -every vice that a vehicle for generating steam can -possibly possess?</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_206"></a>[206]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="NATS_MONKEY">NAT’S MONKEY</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">When</span> Nathaniel D. Troop (of Jersey City, U.S.A.), -presently A.B. on board the British ship <i>Belle</i>, -solemnly announced his intention of investing in a -monkey the next time old Daddy the Bumboatman -came alongside, there was a breathless hush, something -like consternation, amongst his shipmates. It -was in Bombay and eventide, and all we of the foremast -hands were quietly engaged upon our supper (tea -is the name for the corresponding meal ashore), with -great content resting upon us, for bananas, rooties, -duck-eggs and similar bumboat-bought luxuries -abounded among us. So that the chunk of indurated -buffalo that had resisted all assaults upon -it at dinner-time lay unmolested at the bottom of -the beef-kid, no one feeling sufficiently interested -to bestow a swear on it.</p> - -<p>For some time after Nat’s pronouncement nobody -spoke. The cool breeze whispered under the fo’c’s’le -awning, the Bramley-kites wheeled around whistling -hungrily and casting their envious watchful eyes -upon our plates, and somewhere in the distance a -dinghy-wallah intoned an interminable legend to his -fellow-sufferers that sounded like the high-pitched -drone of bees on a sultry afternoon among the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_207"></a>[207]</span> -flowers. Then up and spake John de Baptiss: -“Waffor, Nat? Wah we ben dween t’yo. Foh de -Lawd sake, sah, ef yew gwain bring Macaque ’bord -dis sheep you’se stockin trubble’ nough ter fill er -mighty long hole.” “’Sides,” argued Cockney Jem, -“’taint ’sif we ain’t got a monkey. ’Few wornt any -monkey tricks played on us wot price th’ kid ’ere,” -and he pointed to <em>me</em>.</p> - -<p>“Naow jess yew hole on half a minnit,” drawled -Nat, “’relse yew’ll lose your place. Djer ever know -me ter make trubble sense I ben abord thishyer -limejuice dog-basket? Naw, I’ve a learnt manners, -<em>I</em> hev, ’n don’t never go stickin’ my gibbie in another -man’s hash I don’t. But in kase this kermunity -sh’d feel anyways hurt at my perposal, lemme ’splain. -I s’pose I ain’t singler in bein’ ruther tired er these -blame hogs forrad here. Hogs is all right, ez hogs, -but they don’t make parler pets wuth a cent. N’wen -I finds one biggern a porpuss a wallerin’ round in -my bunk ’n rootin’ ’mong the clean straw my bed’s -stuffed with, its kiender bore in erpon me that fresh -pork fer dinner’s wut I ben pinin’ fer a long time. -Naow I know thet I kin teach a monkey in about -tew days ’nough ter make him scare the very chidlins -er them hogs inter sossidge meat if they kum investigatin’ -where he’s on dooty. ’N so I calkerlate -to be a sorter bennyfactor ter my shipmates, though -it seems ’sif yew ain’t overnabove grateful.”</p> - -<p>By this time the faces of Nat’s audience had lost -the look of apprehension they had worn at first. -Everybody had an account to settle with those pigs,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_208"></a>[208]</span> -which swarmed homelessly about the fore part of -the deck, and never missed an opportunity of entering -our domicile during our absence, doing such -acts and deeds there as pigs are wont to perform. -As they were a particular hobby of the skipper’s -we were loth to deal with them after their iniquities, -the more so as she was a particularly comfortable -ship. And if Nat’s idea should turn out to be a -good one we should all be gainers. Consequently -when Daddy appeared in the morning Nat greeted -him at once with the question, “Yew got monkey?” -Promptly came the stereotyped answer, “No, Sahib. -Eberyting got. Monkey no got. Melican war -make monkey bery dear.” However, as soon as -Daddy was persuaded that a monkey really was -desired he undertook to supply one, and sure enough -next morning he brought one with him, a sinister-looking -beast about as large as a fox-terrier. He -was secured by a leathern collar and a dog-chain -to the fife-rail of the foremast for the time, and one -or two of the men amused themselves by teasing -him until he was almost frantic. Presently I came -round where he was lurking, forgetting for the time -all about his presence. Seeing his opportunity, he -sprang on to my shoulder and bit me so severely -that I carry his marks now. Smarting with the pain -I picked up a small piece of coal and flung it at -him with all the strength I could muster. Unfortunately -for me it hit him on the head and made it -bleed, for which crime I got well rope’s-ended by -Nat. And besides that I made an enemy of that<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_209"></a>[209]</span> -monkey for the rest of his time on board—many -months—an enemy who never lost a chance of doing -me an ill turn.</p> - -<p>He took to his master at once, and was also on -nodding terms with one or two of the other men, -but with the majority he was at open war. Nat kept -him chained up near his bunk, only taking him out -for an airing at intervals, and at once commenced -to train him to go for the pigs. But one day Nat -laid in a stock of eggs and fruit, stowing them as -usual on the shelf in his bunk. We were very busy -all the morning on deck, so that I believe hardly a -chance was obtained by any one of getting below for -a smoke. When dinner-time came Nat went straight -to his bunk to greet his pet, but he was nowhere to -be seen. The state of that bed though was something -to remember. Jocko had been amusing himself -by trying to make an omelette, and the débris -of two dozen eggs was strewn and plastered over -the bunk, intermingled with crushed bananas, torn -up books, feathers out of Nat’s swell pillow, and -several other things. While Nat was ransacking his -memory for some language appropriate to the occasion, -a yell arose from the other side of the forecastle -where Paddy Finn, a Liverpool Irishman -of parts, had just discovered his week’s whack of -sugar <em>and</em> the contents of a slush-pot pervading -all the contents of his chest. Other voices soon -joined in the chorus as further atrocities were discovered, -until the fo’c’s’le was like Bedlam broken -loose.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_210"></a>[210]</span></p> - -<p>“Pigs is it ye’d be afther complainin’ of, ye -blatherin’ ould omadhaun. The divil a pig that -iver lived ud be afther makin’ sich a hell’s delight -ov a man’s dunnage as this. Not a blashted skirrick -have oi left to cover me nakidness wid troo yure -blood relashin. Only let me clap hands on him -me jule, thet’s all, ye dhirty ould orgin-grinder -you.”</p> - -<p>High above all the riot rose the wail of Paddy -Finn as above, until the din grew so great that I -fled dismayed, in mortal terror lest I should be -brought into the quarrel somehow. It was well that -I did so, for presently there was what sailors call a -regular “plug-mush,” a free fight wherein the guiding -principle is “wherever you see a head, hit it.” -The battle was brief if fierce, and its results were so -far good that uproarious laughter soon took the -place of the pandemonium that had so recently -reigned. Happily I had not brought the dinner in -when the riot began, so that still there was some -comfort left. Making haste I supplied the food, and -soon they were all busy with it, their dinner hour -being nearly gone. The punishment of the miscreant -was unavoidably deferred for want of time -to look for him, for he had vanished like a dream. -But while we ate a sudden storm of bad language -rose on deck. Hurrying out to see what fresh -calamity had befallen we found the nigger cook -flinging himself about in a frenzy of rage, while -half-way up the main-stay, well out of everybody’s -reach, sat Jocko with a fowl that he had snatched<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_211"></a>[211]</span> -out of the galley while the cook’s back was turned, -and was now carefully tearing into fragments. Rushing -to the stay, the men shook it till the whole -mainmast vibrated, but the motion didn’t appear to -trouble the monkey. Holding the fowl tightly in -one hand he bounded up into the main-top and -thence to the mizen-topmast stay, where for the time -he had to be left in peace.</p> - -<p>As soon as knock-off time came a hunt was organised. -It was a very exciting affair while it -lasted, but not only were the men tired, but that -monkey could spring across open spaces like a bird, -and catching him was an impossible task. The attempt -was soon given up, therefore, and the rest -of the evening after supper devoted to repairing -damages. For the next three days she was a lively -ship. That imp of darkness was like the devil, he -was everywhere. Like a streak of grey lightning he -would slide down a stay, snatch up something just -laid down, and away aloft again before the robbed -one had realised what had happened. All sorts of -traps were laid for him, but he was far too wise to -be taken in any trap that ever was devised. I went -in terror of him night and day, for I feared that now -he was free he would certainly not omit to repay me -for his broken pate. And yet it was I who caught -him. For the moment I had forgotten all about -him, when coming from aloft and dropping lightly -with my bare feet upon the bottom of one of the -upturned boats on the roof of our house, I saw -something stirring in the folds of the main-topmast<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_212"></a>[212]</span> -staysail that was lying there loosely huddled together. -Leaping upon the heap of canvas I screamed for -help, bringing half-a-dozen men to the spot in a -twinkling. Not without some severe bites, the -rascal was secured, and by means of a stout belt -round his waist effectually prevented from getting -adrift again. I looked to see him summarily put to -death, but no one seemed to think his atrocious behaviour -merited any worse punishment than a sound -thrashing except the cook and steward, and they -being our natural enemies were of course unheeded. -The fact is Jocko had, after his first performance, -confined his attentions to the cabin and galley, where -he had done desperate damage and made the two -darkies lead a most miserable life. This conduct of -his I believe saved his life, as those two functionaries -were cordially detested by the men for many reasons. -At any rate he was spared, and for some time led a -melancholy life chained up on the forecastle head -during the day, and underneath it at night. Meantime -we had sailed from Bombay and arrived at Conconada, -where the second mate bought a monkey, a -pretty tame little fellow that hadn’t a bit of vice in -him. He was so docile that when we got to sea -again he was allowed to have the run of the ship. -Petted by everybody, he never got into any mischief, -but often used to come forward and sit at a safe -distance from Jocko, making queer grimaces and -chatterings at him, but always mighty careful not to -get too near. Jocko never responded, but sat stolidly -like a monkey of wood until the little fellow strolled<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_213"></a>[213]</span> -away, when he would spring up and tear at his -chain, making a guttural noise that sounded as much -like an Arab cursing as anything ever I heard. So -little Tip went on his pleasant way, only meeting -with one small mishap for a long time. He was -sitting on deck one sunny afternoon with his back -against the coamings of the after-hatch, his little -round head just visible above its edge. One of the -long-legged raw-boned roosters we had got in Conconada -was prowling near on the never-ending -quest for grub. Stalking over the hatch he suddenly -caught sight of this queer little grey knob sticking -up. He stiffened himself, craned his neck forward, -and then drawing well back dealt it a peck like a -miniature pick-axe falling. Well, that little monkey -was more astonished than ever I saw an animal in -my life. He fairly screamed with rage while the -rooster stood as if petrified with astonishment at -the strange result of his investigations.</p> - -<p>Owing to the close watch kept upon Jocko he led -a blameless life for months. Apparently reconciled -to his captivity he gradually came to be regarded as -a changed animal who had repented and forsaken -his evil ways for life. But my opinion of him never -changed. It was never asked and I knew better than -to offer it, but there was a lurking devil in his sleepy -eyes that assured me if ever he got loose again his -previous achievements would pale into insignificance -before the feats of diabolical ingenuity he would -then perform. Still the days and weeks rolled by -uneventfully until we were well into the fine weather<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_214"></a>[214]</span> -to the north’ard of the Line in the Atlantic. We -had been exceptionally favoured by the absence of -rain, and owing to the exertions of the second mate, -who was an enthusiast over his paint-work, her -bulwarks within and her houses were a perfectly -dazzling white, with a satiny sheen like enamel. In -fact I heard him remark with pardonable pride that -he’d never seen the paint look so well in all his seven -voyages as second of the <i>Belle</i>. Tenderly, as if it -were his wife’s face, he would go over that paint-work -even in his watch below, with bits of soft rag and -some clean fresh water, wiping off every spot of -defilement as soon as it appeared. Tarring down -was accomplished without a spot or a smear upon -the paint, and the decks having been holystoned and -varnished, the second mate now began to breathe -freely. No more dirty work remained to be done, -and he would have a lot more time to devote to his -beloved white paint. We had been slipping along -pretty fast to the north’ard, and one afternoon the -old man had all hands up to bend our winter suit -of sails. Every mother’s son of them were aloft -except me, and I was busy about the mainmast -standing by to attend to the running gear, as I was -ordered from above. As they had hoisted all the -sails up before they had started aloft, they were -there a long time, as busy as bees trying to get the -job finished. At last all was ready and down they -came. One of them went forrard for something, -and immediately raised an outcry that brought all -hands rushing to the spot, thinking that the ship<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_215"></a>[215]</span> -was on fire or something. The sight they saw was -a paralysing one to a sailor. On both sides of the -bulwarks and the lower panels of the house were -great smears and splashes of Stockholm tar, while -all along the nice blue covering-board the mess was -indescribable. With one accord everybody shouted -“That—— monkey.” Yes, as they spoke there was -a dull thud and down from aloft fell a huge oakum -wad saturated with tar. They looked up and there -he sat, an infernal object, hardly distinguishable for -a monkey, being smothered from head to tail-end -with the thick glutinous stuff. But his white teeth -gleamed and his wicked eye twinkled merrily as he -thought of the heavenly time he’d been having, a -recompense for what must have seemed years of -waiting. Too late, the men now remembered that -the tar barrel, its head completely out, had been left -up-ended by the windlass where it had been placed -for convenience during tarring down. It was there -still, but leading from it in all directions were streams -of tar where Jocko had dragged away the dripping -wads he had fished out of its black depths. I was -never revengeful, but if I had been I should have felt -sorry for the second mate, my old tyrant, now. He -drooped and withered like a scarlet runner under -the first sharp frost. Not a word did he say, but he -looked as if all the curses in every tongue that ever -were spoken were pouring over his brain in a flood. -Pursuit of the monkey was out of the question. -Clambering over the newly tarred rigging was bad -enough when done with all care, but in a chase,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_216"></a>[216]</span> -especially over places where it had been freshly -anointed by the fugitive, we should have had all -hands captured like flies on a gummed string. They -all stood and glared at the mess like men not knowing -how to adjust their minds to this new condition -of things, nor, when the skipper and mate came -forrard to see what was the matter, did they contribute -any words good, bad, or indifferent. Apparently -they would have remained there till they -dropped, fascinated by the horrible sight, but suddenly -piercing screams aft startled everybody. Jocko had -crept down the mizen rigging and pounced upon -poor little Tip, who was delicately combing himself -(he was as daintily clean as a cat) on the after hatch. -And now Jocko was perched on the cro’jack yard -vigorously wiping his tar-drenched fur with Tip as -if he had been a dry wad. The second mate started -from his lethargy and sprang aloft to the rescue -of his screaming pet with an agility scarcely inferior -to that of Jocko. Rage seemed to give him energy, -for presently he pressed Jocko so hard (he let poor -little Tip go as soon as he saw his pursuer) that he -ran out along the mizen topsail brace, and, balancing -himself for a moment, covered his eyes with -his hands and sprang into the sea. Bobbing up -like a cork, he struck out away from the ship which -was only just moving, but in less than five minutes -he repented his rashness and swam back. A line -was flung to him, he promptly seized it and was -at once a captive again. The men were so impressed -by his prowess that they refused to allow the second<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_217"></a>[217]</span> -mate to touch him, nor did any of them even beat -him lest they should have bad luck. But they replaced -the chafed-through ring he had broken by -a massive connecting-link, and when Jamrach’s -man came aboard in London Jocko was sold to -him for five shillings. Tip went to the Crystal -Palace and met a worse fate.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_218"></a>[218]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BIG_GAME_AT_SEA">BIG GAME AT SEA</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Sportsmen</span> of ample means and unlimited leisure -often deplore the shrinkage which goes on at an -ever-accelerating rate of such free hunting-grounds -as still remain. Owing to the wonderful facilities -for travel allied to increased wealth, they foresee, -not, perhaps, the extinction of the great wild animals -which alone they consider worthy of their high -prowess, but such close preservation of them in -the near future that the free delight of the hunter -will surely disappear. Therefore it may be considered -opportune to point out from the vantage -ground of personal experience some aspects of sport -at sea which will certainly not suffer by comparison -with any hunting on land, no matter from what -point we regard it. It will readily be conceded -that one of the chief drawbacks to the full enjoyment -of sport in wild lands is the large amount of -personal suffering entailed upon the hunters by -evil climates and transport difficulties. It is all -very well to say that these things are part of the -programme, and that taking the rough with the -smooth is of the very essence of true sportsmanship. -That need not be disputed while denying -that there is anything attractive in the idea of becoming -a permanent invalid from malaria or being -harassed to the verge of madness by the unceasing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_219"></a>[219]</span> -oversight of a gang of wily children of nature -saturated with the idea that the white maniac is -delivered over to them as a prey by “the gods -of things as they are.” The fascination of sport -consists in the dangers of the chase, the successful -use of “shikar,” the elation of conscious superiority -over the lords of the brute creation, and not, as -some dull souls would assert, in the gratification -of primitive instincts of blood-lust, or the exercise -of cruelty to animals for its own sake. Neither -does it consist in wading across fetid swamps, -groping through steaming forests, or toiling with -leathern tongue and aching bones over glowing -sands, a prey to all the plagues of Egypt augmented -by nearly every other ill that flesh is heir -to. No; few of us need persuading that any of -these horrors are the unavoidable necessary concomitants -of sport, they are endured because to -all appearance any hunting worthy the name is -not to be obtained apart from them.</p> - -<p>From all such miseries sport at sea is free. A -well-appointed yacht, built not for speed but for -comfort, need not be luxurious to afford as satisfactory -a “hunting-box” as any sportsman could -reasonably desire. And for the question of cost—it -may be high enough to satisfy the craving for -squandering felt by the most wealthy spendthrift, -or so low as to become far cheaper than a hunting -expedition to Africa or the Rockies. For a successful -sporting voyage a sailing vessel, or at most an -auxiliary screw-steamer of low power, is best, for -the great game of the ocean is full of alarms, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_220"></a>[220]</span> -must needs be approached with the utmost silence -and circumspection. As for the question of equipment, -it seems hardly necessary to say that everything -should be of the very best, but not by any -means of the most expensive quality procurable. -All such abominations as harpoon-guns, bombs, &c., -should be strictly barred, the object being sport, -not slaughter. Given sufficient outlay, with the -resources of science now at the purchaser’s disposal, -it is quite possible to reduce whaling, for -instance, to as tame an affair as a hand-fed pheasant -battue or tame-rabbit coursing, neither of which -can surely by any stretch of courtesy be called sport. -The old-fashioned hand harpoons, the long, slender -lances that, except for excellence of workmanship -and material, are essentially the same as used by -the first followers of the vast sea-mammals, these -should be the sportsman’s weapons still if he would -taste in its integrity the primitive delight of the -noblest of created beings in the assertion of his -birthright, “Dominion over the fish of the sea and -over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and -over all the earth.”</p> - -<p>The best type of vessel for a sporting cruise at -sea is what is known to seamen as a “barquentine,” -a vessel, that is to say, of some 250 tons register, -with three masts, square-rigged at the fore—after -the style of the well-known <i>Sunbeam</i>. In her davits -she should carry three whaleboats, such as the -Americans of New Bedford or Rhode Island know -so well how to build, the handsomest and most sea-worthy -of all boats ever built. The whaleboats built<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_221"></a>[221]</span> -in Scotland, though strong and serviceable, are less -elegant and handy, being more fitted for rough -handling among ice-floes, into which rough neighbourhoods -the sea-sportsman need never go—should -not go, in fact, for the best display of his powers. -The whale-line, made in the old whaling ports of -New England—tow-line as it is locally termed—cannot -be beaten. It possesses all the virtues. Light, -silky, and of amazing strength, it is a perfect -example of what rope should be, and is as much -superior to the unkind, harsh hemp-line of our -own islands as could well be imagined. From the -same place should be obtained the services of a few -whaling experts, accustomed, as no other seafarers -are, to the chase of the sperm-whale, the noblest of -all sea-monsters. Advice as to fishing-tackle would -be out of place, except the general remark that, as -in the deep seas the angler will meet with the -doughtiest opponent of his skill the ocean contains, -he must needs lay in a stock of tackle of the -very strongest and best. Tarpon fishing is a fairly -good test of the trustworthiness of gear, but whoso -meets the giant albacore in mid-ocean, and overcomes -him, will have vanquished a fish to which -the tarpon is but as a seven-pound trout to a lordly -salmon. All the appliances known to naturalists for -the capture and preservation of the smaller habitants -of the deep sea ought to be carried, for, -although not strictly sport, this work is deeply -interesting and useful, besides affording a pleasant -variety of occupation.</p> - -<p>But, passing on to the actual conditions of conflict,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_222"></a>[222]</span> -let us suppose the sportsman cruising in the North -Atlantic between the Cape Verde Islands and the -West Indies—a wide range, truly, but no part of it -barren of the highest possibilities for pleasure. A -school of sperm whales is sighted, the vessel is carefully -manœuvred for the weather-gage of them, and -this being obtained, the boats are softly lowered, sail -is set, and, with the fresh trade-wind, away they go -leaping to leeward. The utmost precaution against -noise must be taken, because the natural susceptibility -of the whale to sound is as delicate as the receiver -of a telephone. No amount of oral instruction would -here be of any avail without long experience, which, -since it can be hired, there is no need to waste time -and patience in acquiring. Assuming, therefore, that -the preliminary difficulty of approach to the sensitive -monsters has been overcome, and there remains -but a few fathoms of rapidly lessening distance -between the boat and the unconscious whale, who -could satisfactorily describe the sensations crowded -into those few remaining moments of absolute quiet, -the tension of expectation, the uncertainty of the -result of the approaching conflict? The object of -attack is the mightiest of living animals, he is in -his own element, to which the assailant is but a -visitor on sufferance, and he may retaliate in so -fierce and tremendous a fashion that no amount of -skill, courage, or energy shall suffice to protect the -aggressor from his fury. But there is no thought -of drawing back, the swift-gliding boat rushes high -up on to the broad bank of flesh, and with a long-pent-up -yell the harpoon is hurled. It enters the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_223"></a>[223]</span> -black mass noiselessly, the weight of its pole bends -the soft iron shaft over as the attached line stretches -out, and as the boat slowly, so slowly, backs away, the -leviathan, amazed and infuriated, thrashes the quiet -sea into masses of hissing foam, while the thunder -of his blows resounds like the uproar of a distant -cannonade. At this time certain necessary rearrangements, -such as furling and stowing sail, make -it impossible, even if it were wise, to approach the -indignant whale, and as a general thing by the time -these preparations are complete he has sought the -shelter of the depths beneath, taking out flake after -flake of the neatly coiled line. With ordinary care, -especially where only one boat is engaged, it would -seldom happen that all the line would run out, and -the game be lost. Usually, after an interval of about -twenty minutes, during which the line is slacked -away as slowly and grudgingly as possible, it is felt -to give, and the slack must be hauled in with the -utmost smartness, a sharp look-out being kept meanwhile -upon the surrounding surface for a sudden -white glare beneath—the cavity of the whale’s throat, -as he comes bounding to the surface with his vast -jaws gaping wider than a barn-door. It is at this -time that the true excitement, the joy of battle, -begins. For in most cases the huge animal has -come to fight, and being in his turn the aggressor, -his enemies must exert all their skill in boatsmanship, -preserve all their coolness and watchfulness, since a -mistake in tactics or loss of presence of mind may -mean the instant destruction of the boat, if not -the sudden and violent death of some of her crew.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_224"></a>[224]</span> -As a general rule, however, after a few savage -rushes avoided by wary manœuvring on the part -of the hunters, the whale starts off to windward -at his best speed (from twelve to fourteen knots -an hour), towing the boat or boats after him with -the greatest ease. This is a most exhilarating experience. -For the mighty steed, ploughing his -strenuous way through the waves, seems the living -embodiment of force, and yet he is, as it were, -harnessed to his exulting foes, compelled to take -them with him in spite of his evident desire to -shake himself free. While he goes at his best speed -a near approach to him is manifestly impossible; -but, vast as his energies are, the enormous mass of -his own body carried along so rapidly soon tires -him, and he slows down to five or six knots. Then -all hands, except the one in charge and the helmsman, -“tail on” to the line, and do their best to -haul up alongside the whale. The steersman sheers -the boat clear of his labouring flukes as she comes -close to him, and then allows her to point inward -towards his broad flank, while the lance-wielder seeks -a vulnerable spot wherein to plunge his long, slender -weapon. It is of little use to dart the lance as the -harpoon is flung; such an action is far more likely -to goad the whale into a new exhibition of energy -than to do him any disabling injury. Being at such -close quarters, it is far more sportsmanlike, as well -as effectual, to thrust the lance calmly and steadily -into the huge mass of flesh so near at hand. If the -aim has been well taken—say, just abaft and below -the pectoral fin—more than one home-thrust will<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_225"></a>[225]</span> -hardly be needed, even in a whale of the largest -size, and a careful watch must be kept upon the -spout-hole for the first sign of blood discolouring -the monster’s breath. For that is evidence unmistakable -of the beginning of the end. It shows -that some vital part has been pierced, and although -the whale-fishers always continue their “pumping” -with the lance up to the very verge of disaster, once -the whale has begun to spout blood it is quite unnecessary -to continue the assault. Still, at this -stage of the proceedings the primitive instincts are -usually fully aroused, and nothing seems to satisfy -them but persistent fury of attack, until the actual -commencement of the tremendous death-agony or -“flurry” of the noble beast gives even the most -excited hunter warning that it is time to draw off -and endeavour to keep clear of the last Titanic -convulsions of the expiring monster. No other -created being ever furnishes such a display of -energy. Involuntarily one compares it with the -awful manifestations of the earthquake, the volcano, -or the cyclone. And when at last the great creature -yields up the dregs of his once amazing vitality, -no one possessing a spark of imagination can fail -to be conscious of an under-current of compunction -mingling with the swelling triumph of such a -victory.</p> - -<p>But the seeker after big sea-game should attack -the rorqual if he would see sport indeed. For this -agile monster has such a reputation for almost supernatural -cunning that even if he were as valuable as -he really is valueless commercially, it is highly doubtful<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_226"></a>[226]</span> -if he would ever be molested. As it is, all the -tribe are chartered libertines, since no whaleman is -likely to risk the loss of a boat’s gear for the barren -honour of conquest. And not only so, but the -rorquals, whether “fin-back,” “sulphur-bottom,” or -“blue-back,” as well as the “hump-back” and -grampus, make it a point of honour to sink when -dead, unlike the “cachalot” or “Bowhead,” who -float awash at first, but ever more buoyantly as the -progress of decay within the immense abdominal -cavity generates an accumulating volume of gas. Any -old whaleman would evolve in the interests of sport -no end of dodges for dealing with the wily rorqual, -such as a collection of strongly attached bladders -affixed to the line to stay his downward rush, short -but broad-barbed harpoons, to get a better hold -upon the thin coating of blubber, &c. In this kind -of whaling there is quite sufficient danger to make -the sport exciting in the highest degree. Not, however, -from the attack of the animal hunted, but -because his evolutions in the effort to escape are -so marvellously vivacious that only the most expert -and cool-headed boatsmanship can prevent a sudden -severance of the nexus between boat and crew. A -splendid day’s sport can be obtained with a school -of blackfish. Although seldom exceeding a ton and -a half in weight, these small whales are quite vigorous -enough to make the chase of them as lively an -episode as the most enthusiastic hunter could wish, -especially if two or even three are harpooned one -after the other on a single line, as the whalers’ -custom is. The sensation of being harnessed as it<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_227"></a>[227]</span> -were to a trio of monsters, each about 25 feet long, -and 8 feet in girth, every one anxious to flee in a -different direction at the highest speed he can muster, -and in their united gambols making the sea boil like -a pot, is one that, once experienced, is never likely -to be forgotten. The mere memory of that mad -frolic over the heaving bosom of the bright sea -makes the blood leap to the face, makes the nerves -twitch, and the heart long to be away from the -placid round of everyday life upon the bright free -wave again. Even a school of porpoises, in default -of nobler game, can furnish a lively hour or two, -especially if they be of a fair size, say up to three -or four hundredweight each. But of a truth there -need be no fear of a lack of game. The swift passage -from port to port made by passenger vessels is apt -to leave the voyager with the impression that the -sea is a barren waste, but such an idea is wholly -false. Even the sailing-ships, bound though they -may be to make the shortest possible time between -ports, are compelled by failure of wind to see -enough of the everyday life of the sea-population -to know better than that, and whoso gives himself -up to the glamour of sea-study, making no haste to -rush from place to place, but leisurely loitering -along the wide plains of ocean, shall find each day -a new world unfolding itself before his astonished -eyes, a world of marvels, infinitely small, as well as -wondrous great—from the thousand and one miracles -that go to make up the “Plankton” to the antediluvian -whale.</p> - -<p>Fishing in its more heroic phases is obtainable<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_228"></a>[228]</span> -in deep-sea cruising as nowhere else. The hungry -sailor, perched upon the flying jib-boom end, drops -his line, baited with a fluttering fragment of white -rag, and watches it with eager eyes as it skips from -crest to crest of the foam-tipped wavelets, brushed -aside by the advancing hull of his ship. And -although his ideas are wholly centred upon dinner—something -savoury, to replace the incessant round -of salt beef and rancid pork—he cannot help but -feel the zest of sport when upward to his clumsy -lure come rushing eagerly dolphin, bonito, or skipjack. -But if—putting all lesser fish to flight—the -mighty albacore leaps majestically at his bait, prudence -compels him to withdraw from the unequal -contest; he knows that he stands not the remotest -chance of hauling such a huge trophy up to his -lofty perch, or of holding him there, should he be -able to get a grip of him. To the scientific angler, -however, equipped with the latest resources of -fishing-tackle experts, and able to devote all the -manipulation of his vessel to the capture of such a -trophy, the fishing of the albacore would be the -acme of all angling experiences. Good sport can -be got out of a school of large dolphin or bonito, -their vigorous full-blooded strife being a revelation -to those who only know the lordly salmon or skittish -trout, but the albacore is the supreme test of the -angler’s ability. Shark-fishing is very tame after it. -For the shark, though powerful, has none of the -dash and energy which characterise the albacore, -and would soon be an object of scorn to a fisherman -who had succeeded in catching the monarch<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_229"></a>[229]</span> -of the mackerel tribe. But if the fisherman, cruising -near the confines of the Caribbean Sea, should -come across one of those nightmares known as -alligator-guards or devil-fish, a species of ray often -one hundred and twenty feet in area, he would -find a new sensation in its chase and capture, -besides being the possessor of such a marine specimen -as is at present lacking to any museum in -the world.</p> - -<p>And this brings the reflection, which may fittingly -draw this article to a close, that not the least of -the delights which such a cruise must bring to -one fortunate enough to enjoy it would be the -incalculable service rendered to marine natural history. -This branch of science offers an almost -illimitable field to the student. It is nearly a new -world awaiting its Columbus, and it is not difficult -to foresee that before very long it will have found -its votaries among men of wealth, leisure, and -energy, delighted to enter into the joy of a happy -hunting-ground of boundless extent and inexhaustible -fecundity.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_230"></a>[230]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_SEA_CHANGE">A SEA CHANGE</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Night</span> was unfolding her wings over the quiet sea. -Purple, dark and smooth, the circling expanse of -glassy stillness met the sky rim all round in an -unbroken line, like the edge of some cloud-towering -plateau, inaccessible to all the rest of the world. A -few lingering streaks of fading glory laced the western -verge, reflecting splashes of subdued colour half-way -across the circle, and occasionally catching with -splendid but momentary effect the rounded shoulder -of an almost imperceptible swell. Their departure -was being noted with wistful eyes by a little company -of men and one woman, who, without haste and a -hushed solemnity as of mourners at the burial of a -dear one, were leaving their vessel and bestowing -themselves in a small boat which lay almost motionless -alongside. There was no need for haste, for the -situation had been long developing. The brig was -an old one, whose owner was poor and unable to -spare sufficient from her scanty earnings for her -proper upkeep. So she had been gradually going -from bad to worse, not having been strongly built -of hard wood at first, but pinned together hastily -by some farmer-shipbuilder-fisherman up the Bay of -Fundy, mortgaged strake by strake, like a suburban -villa, and finally sold by auction for the price of the -timber in her. Still, being a smart model and newly<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_231"></a>[231]</span> -painted, she looked rather attractive when Captain -South first saw her lying in lonely dignity at an -otherwise deserted quay in the St. Katharine’s Docks. -Poor man, the command of her meant so much to -him. Long out of employment, friendless and poor, -he had invested a tiny legacy, just fallen to his wife, -in the vessel as the only means whereby he could -obtain command of even such a poor specimen of -a vessel as the <i>Dorothea</i>. And the shrewd old man -who owned her drove a hard bargain. For the small -privilege of the skipper carrying his wife with him -50s. per month was deducted from the scanty wage -at first agreed upon. But in spite of these drawbacks -the anxious master felt a pleasant glow of satisfaction -thrill him as he thought that soon he would be -once more afloat, the monarch of his tiny realm, and -free for several peaceful months from the harassing -uncertainties of shore-life.</p> - -<p>In order to avoid expense he lived on board while -in dock, and made himself happily busy rigging up -all sorts of cunning additions to the little cuddy, -with an eye to the comfort of his wife. While thus -engaged came a thunderclap, the first piece of bad -news. The <i>Dorothea</i> was chartered to carry a cargo -of railway iron and machinery to Buenos Ayres. -Had he been going alone the thing would have -annoyed him, but he would have got over that with -a good old-fashioned British growl or so. But with -Mary on board—the thought was paralysing. For -there is only one cargo that tries a ship more than -railway metal, copper ore badly stowed. Its effect -upon a staunch steel-built ship is to make her motion<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_232"></a>[232]</span> -abominable—to take all the sea-kindness out of her. -A wooden vessel, even of the best build, burdened -with those rigid lengths of solid metal, is like a living -creature on the rack, in spite of the most careful -stowage. Every timber in her complains, every -bend and strake is wrenched and strained, so that, -be her record for “tightness” never so good, one -ordinary gale will make frequent exercise at the -pump an established institution. And Captain South -already knew that the <i>Dorothea</i> was far from being -staunch and well-built, although, happily for his -small remaining peace of mind, he did not know -how walty and unseaworthy she really was. A few -minutes’ bitter meditation, over this latest crook in -his lot, and the man in him rose to the occasion, -determined to make the best of it and hope steadily -for a fine run into the trades. He superintended -her stowing himself, much to the disgust of the -stevedores, who are never over particular unless -closely watched, although so much depends upon -the way their work is done. At any rate, he had -the satisfaction of knowing that the ugly stuff was -as handsomely bestowed as experience could suggest, -and, with a sigh of relief, he saw the main hatches -put on and battened down for a full due.</p> - -<p>In the selection of his crew he had been unusually -careful. Five A.B.’s were all that he was -allowed, the vessel being only 500 tons burden, -two officers besides himself, and one man for the -double function of cook and steward. Therefore, -he sought to secure the best possible according -to his judgment, and really succeeded in getting<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_233"></a>[233]</span> -together a sturdy little band. His chief comfort, -however, was in his second mate, who was a Finn—one -of that phlegmatic race from the eastern -shore of the Baltic who seem to inherit not only -a natural aptitude for a sea life, but also the -ability to build ships, make sails and rigging, do -blacksmithing, &c.—all, in fact, that there is to a -ship, as our cousins say. Slow, but reliable to the -core, and a perfect godsend in a small ship. In -Olaf Svensen, then, the skipper felt he had a tower -of strength. The mate was a young Londoner, -smart and trustworthy—not too independent to -thrust his arms into the tarpot when necessary, and -amiable withal. The other six members of the -crew—two Englishmen and three Scandinavians—were -good seamen, all sailors—there wasn’t a -steamboat man among them—and, from the first -day when in the dock they all arrived sober and -ready for work, matters went smoothly and salt-water -fashion.</p> - -<p>It was late in October when they sailed, and -they had no sooner been cast adrift by the grimy -little “jackal” that towed them down to the Nore -than they were greeted by a bitter nor’-wester that -gave them a sorry time of it getting round the -Foreland. The short, vicious Channel sea made -the loosely-knit frame of the brig sing a mournful -song as she jumped at it, braced sharp up, and -many were the ominous remarks exchanged in -the close, wedge-shaped fo’c’s’le on her behaviour -in these comparatively smooth waters, coupled with -gloomy speculations as to what sort of a fist she<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_234"></a>[234]</span> -would make of the Western Ocean waves presently. -Clinkety-clank, bang, bang went the pumps for -fifteen minutes out of every two hours, the water -rising clear, as though drawn from overside, and -a deeper shade settled on the skipper’s brow. For -a merry fourteen days they fought their way inch -by inch down Channel, getting their first slant -between Ushant and Scilly in the shape of a hard -nor’-easter, that drove them clear of the land and -300 miles out into the Atlantic. Then it fell a -calm, with a golden haze all round the horizon -by day, and a sweet, balmy feel in the air—a -touch of Indian summer on the sea. Three days it -lasted—days that brought no comfort to the -skipper, who could hardly hold his patience when -his wife blessed the lovely weather, in her happy -ignorance of what might be expected as the price -presently to be paid for it. Then one evening -there began to rise in the west the familiar sign -so dear to homeward-bounders, so dreaded by -outward-going ships—the dense dome of cloud uplifted -to receive the setting sun. The skipper -watched its growth as if fascinated by the sight, -watched it until at midnight it had risen to be a -vast convex screen, hiding one-half of the deep -blue sky. At the changing of the watch he had -her shortened down to the two lower topsails and -fore-topmast staysail, and having thus snugged her, -went below to snatch, fully dressed, a few minutes’ -sleep. The first moaning breath of the coming -gale roused him almost as soon as it reached -the ship, and as the watchful Svensen gave his<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_235"></a>[235]</span> -first order, “Lee fore brace!” the skipper appeared -at the companion hatch, peering anxiously to -windward, where the centre of that gloomy veil -seemed to be worn thin. The only light left was -just a little segment of blue low down on the -eastern horizon, to which, in spite of themselves, -the eyes of the travailing watch turned wistfully. -But whatever shape the surging thoughts may take -in the minds of seamen, the exertion of the -moment effectually prevents any development of -them into despair in the case of our own countrymen. -So, in obedience to the hoarse cries of -Mr. Svensen, they strove to get the <i>Dorothea</i> into -that position where she would be best able to -stem the rising sea, and fore-reach over the hissing -sullenness of the long, creaming rollers, that -as they came surging past swept her, a mile at -a blow, sideways to leeward, leaving a whirling, -broadside wake of curling eddies. Silent -and anxious, Captain South hung with one elbow -over the edge of the companion, his keen hearing -taking note of every complaint made by -the trembling timbers beneath his feet, whose -querulous voices permeated the deeper note of the -storm.</p> - -<p>All that his long experience could suggest for the -safety of his vessel was put into practice. One -by one the scanty show of sail was taken in and -secured with extra gasket turns, lest any of them -should, showing a loose corner, be ripped adrift -by the snarling tempest. By eight bells (4 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>) the -brig showed nothing to the bleak darkness above<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_236"></a>[236]</span> -but the two gaunt masts, with their ten bare yards -tightly braced up against the lee backstays, and the -long peaked forefinger of the jibboom reaching out -over the pale foam. A tiny weather-cloth of canvas -only a yard square was stopped in the weather main -rigging, its small area amply sufficing to keep the -brig’s head up in the wind except when, momentarily -becalmed by a hill of black water rearing its head -to windward, it relaxed its steadfast thrust and -suffered the vessel to fall off helplessly into the -trough between two huge waves. Now commenced -the long unequal struggle between a weakly-constructed -hull, unfairly handicapped by the wrench -of a dead mass of iron within that met every -natural scend of her frame with unyielding brutality -of resistance, and the wise old sea, kindly indeed to -ships whose construction and cargo enable them to -meet its masses with the easy grace of its own -inhabitants, but pitiless destroyer of all vessels that -do not greet its curving assault with yielding grace, -its mighty stride with sinuous deference of retreat. -The useless wheel, held almost hard down, thumped -slowly under the hands of the listless helmsman -with the regularity of a nearly worn-out clock, while -the oakum began to bulge upward from the deck -seams. As if weary even unto death, the brig -cowered before the untiring onslaught of the waves, -allowing them to rise high above the weather rail, -and break apart with terrible uproar, filling the -decks rail-high from poop to forecastle. Pumping -was incessant, yet Svensen found each time he -dropped the slender sounding-rod down the tube<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_237"></a>[237]</span> -a longer wetness upon it, until its two feet became -insufficient, and the mark of doom crept up the -line. And besides the ever-increasing inlet of the -sea, men stayed by the pumps only at imminent -risk of being dashed to pieces, for they were, as -always, situated in the middle of the main deck, -where the heaviest seas usually break aboard. There -was little said, and but few looks exchanged. The -skipper had, indeed, to meet the wan face of his -wife, but she dared not put her fear into words, -or he bring himself to tell her that except for a -miracle their case was hopeless. He seldom left -the deck, as if the wide grey hopelessness around -had an irresistible fascination for him, and he -watched with unspeculative eyes the pretty gambols -of those tiny elves of the sea, the Mother Carey’s -chickens, as they fluttered incessantly to and fro -across the wake of his groaning vessel.</p> - -<p>So passed a night and a day of such length that -the ceaseless tumult of wind and wave had become -normal, and slighter sounds could be easily distinguished -because the ear had become attuned to -the elemental din. Unobtrusively the impassive -Svensen had been preparing their only serviceable -boat by stocking her with food, water, &c. The -skipper had watched him with a dull eye, as if his -proceedings were devoid of interest, but felt a -glimmer of satisfaction at the evidence of his second -mate’s forethought. For all hope of the <i>Dorothea’s</i> -weathering the gale was now completely gone. -Even the blue patches breaking through the heavy -cloud-pall to leeward could not revive it. For she<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_238"></a>[238]</span> -was now only wallowing, with a muffled roar of -turbid water within as it sullenly swept from side -to side with the sinking vessel’s heavy roll. The -gale died away peacefully, the sea smoothed its -wrinkled plain, and the grave stars peered out one -by one, as if to reassure the anxious watchers. -Midnight brought a calm, as deep as if wind had -not yet been made, but the old swell still came -marching on, making the doomed brig heave clumsily -as it passed her. The day broke in perfect splendour, -cloudless and pure, the wide heavens bared -their solemn emptiness, and the glowing sun in -lonely glory showered such radiance on the sea -that it blazed with a myriad dazzling hues. But -into that solitary circle, whereof the brig was the -pathetic centre, came no friendly glint of sails, -no welcome stain of trailing smoke across the -clear blue. But the benevolent calm gave opportunity -for a careful launching of the boat, and as -she lay quietly alongside the few finishing touches -were given to her equipment. As the sun went -down the vessel’s motion ceased—she was now -nearly level with the smooth surface of the ocean, -which impassively awaited her farewell to the light. -Hardly a word was spoken as the little company -left her side and entered the boat. When all were -safely bestowed the skipper said, “Cut that painter -forrard there,” and his voice sounded hollowly -across the burdening silence. A few faint splashes -were heard as the oars rose and fell, and the boat -glided away. At a cable’s length they ceased pulling, -and with every eye turned upon the brig they<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_239"></a>[239]</span> -waited. In a painful, strained hush, they saw her -bow as if in stately adieu, and as if with an embrace -the placid sea enfolded her. Silently she disappeared, -the dim outlines of her spars lingering, -as if loth to leave, against the deepening violet -of the night.</p> - -<p>With one arm around his wife, the skipper sat at -the tiller, a small compass before him, by the aid of -which he kept her head toward Madeira, but, anxious -to husband energy, he warned his men not to pull -too strenuously. Very peacefully passed the night, -no sound invading the stillness except the regular -plash of the oars and an occasional querulous cry -from a belated sea-bird aroused from its sleep by -the passage of the boat. At dawn rowing ceased -for a time, and those who were awake watched in -a perfect silence, such as no other situation upon -this planet can afford, the entry of the new day. Not -one of them but felt like men strangely separated -from mundane things, and face to face with the -inexpressible mysteries of the timeless state. But it -was Svensen who broke that sacred quiet by a -sonorous shout of “Sail-ho!” With a transition like -a wrench from death to life, all started into eager -questioning; and all presently saw, with the vigilant -Finn, the unmistakable outlines of a vessel branded -upon the broad, bright semi-circle of the half-risen -sun. No order was given or needed. Double-banked, -the oars gripped the water, and with a steady -rush the boat sped eastward towards that beatific -vision of salvation. Even the skipper’s face lost its -dull shade of hopelessness, in spite of his loss, as<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_240"></a>[240]</span> -he saw the haggard lines relax from Mary’s face. -Quite a cheerful buzz of chat arose. Unweariedly, -hour after hour, the boat sped onward over the -bright smoothness, though the sun poured down his -stores of heat and the sweat ran in steady streams -down the brick-red faces of the toiling rowers. After -four hours of unremitting labour they were near -enough to their goal to see that she was a steamer -lying still, with no trace of smoke from her funnel. -As they drew nearer they saw that she had a heavy -list to port, and presently came the suggestion that -she was deserted. Hopes began to rise, visions of -recompense for all their labour beyond anything they -could have ever dreamed possible. The skipper’s -nostrils dilated, and a faint blush rose to his cheeks. -Weariness was forgotten, and the oars rose and fell -as if driven by steam, until, panting and breathless, -they rounded to under the stern of a schooner-rigged -steamer of about 2000 tons burden, without a boat -in her davits, and her lee rail nearly at the water’s -edge. Running alongside, a rope trailing overboard -was caught, and the boat made fast. In two minutes -every man but the skipper was on board, and a -purchase was being rigged for the shipment of Mrs. -South. No sooner was she also in safety than investigation -commenced. The discovery was soon -made that, although the decks had been swept and -the cargo evidently shifted, there was nothing wrong -with the engines or boilers except that there was a -good deal of water in the stokehold. She was -evidently Italian by her name, without the addition -of Genoa, the <i>Luigi C.</i>, being painted on the harness<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_241"></a>[241]</span> -casks and buckets, and her crew must have deserted -her in a sudden panic.</p> - -<p>Like men intoxicated, they toiled to get things -shipshape on board their prize, hardly pausing for -sleep or food. And when they found the engines -throbbing beneath their feet they were almost delirious -with joy. Opening the hatches, they found -that the cargo of grain had shifted, but not beyond -their ability to trim, so they went at it with the same -savage vigour they had manifested ever since they -first flung themselves on board. And when, after five -days of almost incessant labour, they took the pilot -off Dungeness, and steamed up the Thames to London -again, not one of them gave a second thought to the -hapless <i>Dorothea</i>. Twelve thousand pounds were -divided among them by the Judge’s orders, and -Captain South found himself able to command a -magnificent cargo steamer of more than 3000 tons -register before he was a month older.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_242"></a>[242]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LAST_VOYAGE_OF_THE">THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE<br /> -“SARAH JANE”</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">There</span> was no gainsaying the fact that the <i>Sarah -Jane</i> was a very fine barge. Old Cheesy Morgan, -whose <i>Prairie Flower</i> she had outreached in the -annual barge regatta by half a mile, owned up -frankly that the <i>Sarah Jane</i>, if she <em>had</em> been built -out of the wreckage of a sunken steamboat looted -by the miserly old mudlark who owned her, could -lay over any of his fleet, and when <em>he</em> gave in as -far as that you might look upon the discussion as -closed. Her skipper and mate, Trabby Goodjer and -Skee Goss, were always ready (when in company) -to punch any single man’s head who said a word -against her, and many sore bones had been carried -away from the “Long Reach House” in consequence. -Not that these two worthies were ever -sparing of their extensive vocabulary of abuse of -their command when working up or down the -Thames, especially when she missed stays and -hooked herself up on a mudbank about the first -of the ebb, making them lose a whole day.</p> - -<p>Ever since her launching she had been regularly -employed in the Margate trade from London with -general merchandise and returning empty. Even -this double expense for single freight paid the -Margate shopkeepers better than submission to the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_243"></a>[243]</span> -extortionate railway charges, while their enterprise -was a golden streak of luck for the owner of the -<i>Sarah Jane</i>, and her consorts. When she commenced -the memorable voyage of which this is the veracious -log, she had for crew, besides the two mariners -already named, a youngster of some fifteen years -of age as near as he could guess, but so stunted -in growth from early hardships that he did not -look more than twelve. He answered to any name -generally that sounded abusive or threatening, from -long habit, but his usual title was the generic one -for boys in north-country ships—Peedee. He had -already seen a couple of years’ service in deep-water -vessels, getting far more than his rightful share of -adventurous mishaps, besides having done a fairly -comprehensive amount of vagabondage in the streets -of London and Liverpool. But being so diminutive -for his years he found it difficult to get a berth -in a decent-sized ship, and in consequence it was -often no easy matter for him to fill even his small -belly, for all his precocious wits. Fate, supplemented -by his own fears, had hitherto been kind -enough to keep him out of a Geordie collier or a -North Sea trawler, but on the day he met Trabby -Goodjer outside the “King’s Arms” in Thames -Street, and asked him if he wanted a boy, his evil -genius must have been in the ascendant. He hadn’t -tasted food for two days with the exception of a -fistful of gritty currants he had raked out of a -corner on Fresh Wharf, and as the keen spring -wind shrieking round the greasy bacon-reeking warehouses -searched his small body to the marrow he<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_244"></a>[244]</span> -grew desperate. Thus it was that he became the -crew of the <i>Sarah Jane</i>. Properly, she should have -carried another man, but following the example -of their betters in the Mercantile Marine the skipper -and mate trusted to luck, and found under-manning -pay. The owner lived at Rochester, and rarely -saw his vessel except through a pair of glasses at -long intervals as she passed the entrance to the -Medway. So the payment of the crew was in the -skipper’s hands entirely, left to him by the London -agent who “managed” her. By sailing her a man -short, and giving a boy 10s. a month instead of a -pound, Captain Goodjer and chief officer Goss were -able to enjoy many cheap drunks, and have thrown -in, as it were, the additional enjoyment of ill-using -something that was quite unable to turn the tables -unpleasantly.</p> - -<p>Between this delightful pair therefore, whose luck -in getting backwards and forwards to Margate and -London was phenomenal, Peedee had a lively time. -Especially so when, from some unforeseen delay -or extra thirst, the supply of liquor in the big -stone jar kept at the head of the skipper’s bunk -ran short and they were perforce compelled to -exchange their usual swinish condition of uncertain -good-humour for an irritable restlessness that sought -relief by exercising ingenious forms of cruelty upon -their hapless crew. Occasionally they had a rough-and-tumble -between themselves, once indeed they -both rolled over the side in a cat-like scrimmage, -but there was nothing like the solace to be got -out of that amusement that there was in beating<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_245"></a>[245]</span> -Peedee. But he, preternaturally wise, was only -biding his time. The score against his persecutors -was growing very long, but a revenge that should -be at once pleasant, enduring, and final, slowly -shaped itself in his mind. Accident rather than -design matured his plans prematurely, but still he -showed real genius by rising to the occasion that -thus presented itself and utilising it in a truly remarkable -manner.</p> - -<p>One Friday evening in the middle of October -the <i>Sarah Jane</i> was loosed from the wharf where -she had received her miscellaneous freight, and -with the usual amount of river compliments and -collisions with the motley crowd of craft all in an -apparently hopeless tangle in the crowded Pool, -began her voyage on the first of the ebb. The -skipper and the mate were both more than ordinarily -muzzy, but intuitively they succeeded in getting her -away from the ruck without receiving more than -her fair share of hard knocks. Once in the fairway -the big sprit-sail and jib were hove up to what -little wind there was, and away she went at a fairly -good pace. Peedee did most of the steering as he -did of everything else that was possible to him, -receiving as his due many pretty bargee-compliments -from his superiors as they sprawled at their ease -by the bogie funnel. They reached Greenhithe at -slack water, where, the wind veering ahead, they -anchored for the night at no great distance from -the reformatory ship <i>Cornwall</i>. The sails were -furled after a fashion, and with many a blood-curdling -threat to Peedee should he fail to keep a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_246"></a>[246]</span> -good look-out, Trabby and his mate went below -into their stuffy den to sleep. Somewhere about -midnight the shivering boy awoke with a start, -that nearly tumbled him off his perch on the -windlass, to see two white figures clambering on -board out of the river. Wide awake on the instant -he saw they were boys like himself, and whispered, -“All right, mates, here y’are.” Noiselessly he showed -them the fo’c’s’le scuttle, where they might get -below and hide. When they had disappeared -he crept to the side of the darksome hole and -held a whispered conversation with the visitors, -finding that they were runaways from the <i>Cornwall</i>, -and immediately his active brain saw splendid -possibilities in this accession of strength if only he -could conceal their presence from his enemies aft. -For the present, however, there was nothing to -be done but lie quietly and wait events. Daring -the risk of awakening the “officers” he made a -raid upon the grub-locker aft, securing half a loaf -and a lump of Dutch cheese, which he carried -forward to the shivering stowaways. His own -wardrobe being on his back he could not lend -them any clothes, but they comforted themselves -with the thought that they would soon be dry. -And assisted by Peedee they made a snug lair in -the gritty convolutions of a worn-out mainsail that -was stowed in their hiding-place, finding warmth and -speedy oblivion in spite of their terrors.</p> - -<p>The slack arrived some little time before the pale, -cheerless dawn, and with it a small breeze fair for -their passage down. Unwillingly enough Peedee<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_247"></a>[247]</span> -aroused his masters from their fetid hole, getting by -way of reward for his vigilant obedience of orders -a perfectly tropical squall of curses. Nevertheless -they were soon on deck, having turned in like -horses, “all standing.” Without speaking a word -to each other, they proceeded to get the anchor, -but so out of humour were they that Peedee had -much more than his usual allowance of fresh cuts -and bruises before the barge was fairly aweigh. -Gradually the wind freshened as if assisted by the -oncoming light, so that before the red disc of the -sun peeped over the edge of London’s great gloom -behind them, the <i>Sarah Jane</i> was making grand -progress. Again Peedee took the wheel, while the -skipper and mate retired to the cabin for a drink. -Suddenly sounds of woe arose therefrom. The -agonising discovery had been made that the precious -jar was empty. It had been capsized during the -night, and the bung, being but loosely inserted, had -fallen out. Its contents now lay in a sticky pool -behind the stove, mixed with the accumulated filth -of two or three days. It was a sight too harrowing -for ordinary speech. They glared at one another -for a few seconds in silence, until Trabby with a -vicious set of his ugly mouth growled, “Thet—— -young mudlawk.” “Ar,” said the mate, with an air -of having found what he wanted, “I’ll—— well skin -’im w’en I goo on deck.” But though the thought -was pleasant and some relief to their feelings, they -remembered, being sober, that if they were not a -little less demonstrative in their attentions to the -boy they would certainly have to do his work themselves.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_248"></a>[248]</span> -That gave them pause, and they discussed -with much gravity how they might deal with him -without inconvenience to themselves, until breakfast -time. When they had in hoggish fashion satisfied -their hunger (their thirst no amount of coffee could -quench) they lit their pipes and lay back to get -such solace as tobacco could afford, and ruminate -also upon the possibility of replenishing the stone -jar. Peedee steered on steadily, breakfastless, and -likely to remain so. Swiftly the barge sped down -the reaches in company with a whole fleet of her -fellows “cluttering up the river,” as an angry Geordie -skipper, who had just shaved close by one of them, -remarked, “like a school o’ fat swine in a tatty -field.” So they fared for the whole forenoon without -incident, until with a savage curse and a blow -Trabby took the wheel from the hungry lad, bidding -him go and get their dinner ready. While he was -thus engaged a thick mist gradually closed in upon -the crowded river, reducing its vivid panorama to -an unreal expanse of white cloudiness through which -phantom shapes slowly glided to an accompaniment -of unearthly sounds. Suddenly to Peedee’s amazement -the big sail overhead began to flap, the jib-sheet -rattled on the “traveller,” and Skee Goss, -striding forward, let go the anchor. Then the two -men brailed in the mainsail, allowed the jib to run -down, and without saying a word to the wondering -boy, shoved the boat over the side, jumped into her, -and were swallowed up in the fog. The instant -they disappeared Peedee stood motionless, his ears -acutely strained for the measured play of the oars<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_249"></a>[249]</span> -as the skipper and mate pulled lustily shorewards. -When at last he could hear them no longer, he -rushed to the scuttle forward, and dropping on his -knees by its side, called down, “Below there! ’r y’ -sleep? On deck with ye ’s quick ’s the devil’ll let -ye.” Up they came, looking scared to death. Without -wasting a word, under Peedee’s direction the -three hove the anchor up, although Peedee was -artful enough to lift the solitary pawl so that it -could make no noise. By the time they got the -anchor they were all three streaming with sweat, -but without a moment’s pause Peedee dropped the -pawl, and taking a turn with the chain round -the windlass end in case of accidents, cast off the -brails, letting the great brown sail belly out to the -fresh breeze. Having got the sheet aft with a -tremendous struggle, he took the wheel, saying, -“Now you two fellers, git forrard ’n histe thet jib -up, ’n look lively too ’less you want ter be dam -well murdered.” In utter bewilderment as to what -was happening the two lads blundered forward, -and guided by the energetic directions of their -self-appointed commander, soon got the sail set. -Fully under control at last, the <i>Sarah Jane</i> sped -away seaward before a breeze that, freshening -every minute, bade fair to be blowing a gale -before night.</p> - -<p>But Peedee, transformed into a man by his sudden -resolve and its successful execution, called his crew -to him, and while he skilfully guided the barge down -the strangely quiet river, endeavoured to explain to -them what he had done and why; together with his<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_250"></a>[250]</span> -plans for the future. He was utterly contemptuous -of their seafaring abilities, telling them that “he’d -teach ’em more in two days than they’d learn aboard -that ugly old hulk in a year,” and although they were -each quite a head and shoulders taller than himself, -he treated them as if they were mere infants and -he was an old salt. And there was a light in his -eye, an elasticity in his movements that impressed -them more than all his words. Woe betide them -had they dared to cross him! For in that small -body was bubbling and fermenting the sweet must -of satisfied revenge, strengthened by conscious power -and utterly unadulterated by any sense of future -difficulty or responsibility. Higher rose the wind, -driving the mist before it and revealing the broad -mouth of the river all white with foam as the conflicting -forces of storm and tide battled over the -labyrinth of banks. Obviously the first thing to do -was the instruction of his crew in steering, for as -soon as he found time to think of it he felt faint -with hunger. Fortunately one of the runaways had -been coxswain of a boat, and very little sufficed to -show him the difference between a tiller and a wheel. -And all untroubled by the rising sea, the deeply-laden -barge ploughed on far steadier than many a -vessel ten times her size would have done. Relieved -from the wheel, Peedee hastened to the caboose and -found some of the dinner he had been preparing still -eatable. Supplementing it by such provisions as he -could easily lay hands on in the cabin, the trio made -a hearty meal, winding up with a smoke all round -in genuine sailor fashion.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_251"></a>[251]</span></p> - -<p>With hunger appeased and perfect freedom lapping -them around, who shall say that they were not -happy? Occasionally a queer little tremor, a premonition -of a price by-and-by to be paid for their -present adventure, thrilled up the spine of each of -the two runaways, but when they stole a glance -at the calm features of their commander they were -comforted. So onward they sailed, through the -tortuous channels of the Thames’ estuary, scudding -before a stress of wind under whole canvas at a -rate that made Peedee rejoice exceedingly, although -every few minutes a green comber of a sea swept -diagonally across the whole of the low deck, but -never invaded the cabin top. Night fell, the side-lights -were exhibited, and like any thousand-ton -ship the <i>Sarah Jane</i> stood boldly out into mid-channel, -Peedee shaping a course which would carry -them down well clear of all the banks. Morning -saw them off the Varne shoal, the objects of eager -curiosity to the gaping crew of a huge four-masted -barque that passed them within a cable’s length. -And as the sun rose the weather cleared, the sky -smiled down upon them, the keen wind and bright -sea gave them a delicious sense of freedom, while -the grand speed of their ship stirred them to almost -delirious delight. This ecstatic condition lasted for -two days until, no definite land being in sight, and -passing vessels becoming fewer, the two new hands -began to feel that dread of the unknown that might -have been expected of them. Timidly they appealed -to Peedee to tell them what he was going to do. -But with bitter scorn of their fears, all the fiercer<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_252"></a>[252]</span> -because he didn’t in the least know what was going -to happen, he railed upon them for a pair of cowardly -milksops, and suggested hauling up for some West-country -port and dumping them on the beach. Truth -to tell he was becoming somewhat anxious himself as -to his whereabouts, for the stock of water was getting -very low, although there was enough food in the -hold to have lasted them round the world. Fate, -however, served them better than design. When -night fell a heavy bank of clouds which had been -lowering in the west all day suddenly began to -rise, and soon after dark, in a sudden squall, the -wind shifted to that quarter with mist and rain. -Under these new conditions Peedee lost his bearings -and allowed his command to run away with him -into the darkness to leeward. At about four o’clock -in the morning he heard a dreadful sound, well -known to him from experience, the hungry growl -of breakers. But before he had time to get too -frightened there was a sudden turmoil of foaming -sea around them in place of the dark hollows and -white summits of the deep water, and with a tipsy -lurch or so the <i>Sarah Jane</i> came to a standstill. -She lay so quietly that Peedee actually called his -crew to brail up the mainsail and haul down the -jib in sailor fashion. Daylight revealed the fact that -she was high and dry, having run in past all sorts -of dangers until she grounded under the lee of a -beetling mass of rock and there remained unscathed. -While they were having a last meal they were startled -by seeing some uncouth-looking men coming at top -speed over the rugged shore. But they lowered<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_253"></a>[253]</span> -themselves down over the side and ran to meet -them, finding them foreigners indeed. Before long -the whole scanty population was down and busy -with the spoil thus providentially provided, while the -three boys were hailed as benefactors to their species, -and made welcome to the best that the village contained. -And two tides after the <i>Sarah Jane</i> was as -though she had never been, while the wanderers, well -provided with necessaries, were off for an autumn -tour on foot through Southern Brittany.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_254"></a>[254]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SEA-SUPERSTITIONS">SEA-SUPERSTITIONS</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Not</span> the least of the mighty changes wrought by the -advent of steam as a motive-power at sea is the -alteration it has made in the superstitious notions -current among seamen from the earliest days of sea-faring. -In the hurry and stress of the steamboat-man’s -life there is little scope for the indulgence of -any fancies whatever, and the old sea-traditions have -mostly died out for lack of suitable environment. -Indeed, a new genus of seafarers have arisen to -whom the name of sailors hardly applies; they themselves -scornfully accept the designation of “sea-navvies”; -and many instances are on record where, -it having become necessary to make sail in heavy -weather to aid the lumbering tramp in her struggle -to claw off a lee-shore, or keep ahead of a following -sea, the master has found to his dismay that he had -not a man in his crew capable of tackling such -a job.</p> - -<p>Perhaps the first old belief to go was that sailing -on a Friday was to court certain disaster. All old -sailors dwell with unholy gusto upon the legend of -the ship that was commenced on a Friday, finished -on a Friday, named the <i>Friday</i>, commanded by -Captain Friday, sailed on a Friday, and—foundered -on the same luckless day with all hands, as a warning -to all reckless shipowners and skippers never again<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_255"></a>[255]</span> -to run counter to the eternal decrees ordaining that -the day upon which the Saviour of the world was -crucified should be henceforth accursed or kept holy, -according to the bent of the considering mind. But -steam has changed all that. When a steamer’s time -for loading or discharging began to be reckoned -not in days but in hours, the notion of detaining -her in port for a whole day in deference to an idea -became too ridiculous for entertainment, and it -almost immediately died a natural death. This, of -course, had its effect upon the less hastily worked -sailing vessels, although there are still to be found -in British sailing ships masters who would use a -good deal of artifice to avoid sailing on that day. -Among the Spanish, Italian, Austrian, and Greek -sailing vessels, however, Friday is still held in most -superstitious awe. And on Good Friday there is -always a regular carnival held on board these vessels, -the yards being allowed to hang at all sorts of angles, -the gear flung dishevelled and loose, while an effigy -of Judas is subjected to all the abuse and indignity -that the lively imaginations of the seamen can devise. -Finally, the effigy is besmeared with tar, a rope -attached to it which is then rove through a block -at the main yard-arm, it is set alight, and amid the -frantic yells and execrations of the seamen it is -slowly swung aloft to dangle and blaze, while the -excited mariners use up their remaining energies in -a wild dance.</p> - -<p>Another superstition that still survives in sailing -vessels everywhere is, strangely enough, connected -with the recalcitrant prophet Jonah. It is, however,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_256"></a>[256]</span> -confined to his bringing misfortune upon the ship -in which he sailed, and seldom is any allusion made -to his miraculous engulphing by the specially prepared -great fish. It does not take a long series of -misfortunes overtaking a ship to convince her crew -that a lineal descendant of Jonah and an inheritor -of his disagreeable disqualifications is a passenger. -So deeply rooted is this idea that when once it has -been aroused with respect to any member of a ship’s -company, that person is in evil case, and, given -fitting opportunity, would actually be in danger of -his life. This tinge of religious fanaticism, cropping -up among a class of men who, to put it mildly, are -not remarkable for their knowledge of Scripture, also -shows itself in connection with the paper upon which -“good words” are printed. It is an unheard-of -misdemeanour on board ship to destroy or put to -common use such paper. The man guilty of such -an action would be looked upon with horror by his -shipmates, although their current speech is usually -vile and blasphemous beyond belief. And herein -is to be found a curious distinction between seamen -of Teutonic and Latin race, excluding Frenchmen. -Despite the superstitious reverence the former pay -to the written word, none of them would in time of -peril dream of rushing to the opposite extreme, and -after madly abusing their Bibles, throw them overboard. -But the excitable Latins, after beseeching -their patron saint to aid them in the most agonising -tones, repeating with frenzied haste such prayers as -they can remember, and promising the most costly -gifts in the event of their safely reaching port<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_257"></a>[257]</span> -again, often turn furiously upon all they have previously -been worshipping, and with the most horrid -blasphemies, vent their rage upon the whilom objects -of their adoration. Nothing is too sacred for insult, -no name too reverend for abuse, and should there -be, as there often is, an image of a saint on board, -it will probably be cast into the sea.</p> - -<p>But one of the most incomprehensible forms of -sea-superstition is that which has for its object that -most prosaic of all sea-going people, the Finns. -Russian Finns, seamen always call them, although -there is far more of the Swede than the Russian -about them, and their tongue is Swedish also. -They are perhaps the most perfect specimens of -the ideal seafarer in the world, although the Canadian -runs them closely. All things that appertain to a -ship seem to come easily to their doing, from the -time of first laying the vessel’s keel until, with -every spar, sail, and item of running gear in its -place, she trips her “kellick” and leaves the harbour -behind her for the other side of the world. And -even then the Finn will be found to yield to none -in his knowledge of navigation. Although his hands -may be gnarled and split with toil, and his square, -expressionless face look as if “unskilled labourer” -were imprinted upon it, much difficulty would be -found in the search for a keener or more correct -hand at trigonometrical problems, or a better keeper -of that most useful document, a ship’s log-book.</p> - -<p>Yet to these men, by common consent, a supernatural -status has been assigned. Whether among -the Latins the same idea holds is somewhat doubtful,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_258"></a>[258]</span> -but certainly in British, American, and Scandinavian -vessels Finns are always credited with characteristics -which a century ago would have involved them in -many unpleasantnesses. Chiefly harmless, no doubt, -these weird powers, yet when your stolid shipmate -is firmly believed to control the winds so masterfully -as to supply his favoured friends with a quartering -breeze while all the rest of the surrounding -vessels have a “dead muzzler,” any affection you -may have had for him is seriously liable to degenerate -into fear. It is perhaps hardly necessary -to say that from whatever the original idea of -Finnish necromancy originally arose, a whole host -of legends have grown up, many of them too trivial -for print, some delightfully quaint, others not less -original than lewd, but all evidently grafts of fancy -upon some parent stock. Thus, while there is a -rat in the ship no Finn was ever known to lose -anything, because it is well known that any rat in -the full possession of his faculties would be only -too glad to wait upon the humblest Finn. And -the reason why Finns are always fat is because -they have only to go and stick their knives in the -foremast to effect a total change in their meat to -whatever they fancy most keenly at the time. It -is well that they are mostly temperate men, since -everybody knows that they can draw any liquor -they like from the water-breaker by turning their -cap round, and they never write letters home because -the birds that hover round the ship are proud to -bear their messages whithersoever they list. The -catalogue of their privileges might be greatly extended<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_259"></a>[259]</span> -were it needful, but one thing always strikes -an unbiassed observer—the Finn is, almost without -exception, one of the humblest, quietest of seafarers, -whose sole aim is to do what he is told as well as -he can, to give as little trouble as possible, and where -any post of responsibility is given him to show his -appreciation of it by doing two men’s work, filling -up his leisure by devising schemes whereby he can -do more.</p> - -<p>Of the minor superstitions there is little to be -said. Few indeed are the old sailors now afloat -who would cuff a youngster’s ears for whistling, -fearing that his merry note would raise a storm. -Whistling for wind, however, still persists, as much -a habit as the hissing of a groom while rubbing -down a horse, but a very sceptical laugh would -meet any one who inquired whether the whistler -believed that his <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sifflement</i> would make any difference -to the force or direction of the wind. Fewer still -are those who would now raise any objections to -the presence of a clergyman on board. But the -belief that a death, whether of a man or an animal, -<em>must</em> be followed by a gale of wind is perhaps more -firmly held than any other, unless it be the notion -that sharks follow any ship wherein is an ailing man -or woman, with horrible anticipation.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_260"></a>[260]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="OCEAN_WINDS">OCEAN WINDS</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Whatever</span> of beauty the sea possesses it owes -primarily to the winds—to the free breath of -heaven which sweeps joyously over those vast lonely -breadths, ruffling them with tiniest ripples by its -zephyrs, and hurling them in headlong fury for -thousands of miles by its hurricanes. It may be said -that the term “ocean” cannot rightly be applied to -winds at all, since they are common to the whole -globe, and are not, like waves and currents, confined -to the sea. But a little consideration will surely -convince that it is just and right to speak of distinctive -ocean winds which by contact with the great, -pure plains of the sea acquire a character which a -land wind never has or can have. In fact, it may -be said with perfect truth that but for the health-bearing -winds from the sea, landward folk would -soon sicken and die, for our land winds are laden -with disease germs, or, as in the mistral, the puña, -the sirocco, and the simoom, to mention only a -few of these terrible enemies to life, are still more -deadly in their blasting effect upon mankind. From -all these evil qualities ocean winds are free, and he -who lives remote from the land, inhaling only their -pure breath, knows truly what health is, feels the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_261"></a>[261]</span> -blood dance joyously through his arteries, aerated -indeed.</p> - -<p>As a factor in sea traffic ocean winds are popularly -supposed to have become negligible. Indeed, the -remark is often heard (on shore) that the steamship -has made man independent of wind and tide. It is -just the kind of statement that would emanate from -some of our pseudo-authorities upon marine matters, -and akin to the oft-quoted opinion that the advent -of the steamship has driven romance from the sea. -In the first place, seamen know how tremendously -the wind affects even the highest-powered steamship, -and although some sailors will talk about an ocean -liner ploughing her way through the teeth of an -opposing gale at full speed, it is only from their love -of the marvellous and desire to make the landsman -stare. They know that such a statement is ridiculously -untrue. Leaving the steamship out of the -question, however, there are still very large numbers -of vessels at sea which are entirely dependent upon -the winds for their propulsion, their transit between -port and port. They grow fewer and fewer every -year, of course, as they are lost or broken up, -because they are not replaced, yet in certain trades -they are so useful and economical that it is difficult -to see why they should be allowed to disappear. -Masters of such ships are considered to be smart -or the reverse in proportion to their knowledge of -ocean winds, where to steer in order to get the full -benefit of their incidence, what latitudes to avoid -because there winds rarely blow, and how best to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_262"></a>[262]</span> -manœuvre their huge-winged craft in the truly infernal -whirl of an advancing or receding cyclone. -For such purposes ocean winds may roughly be -divided into two classes—the settled and the adventitious: -those winds that may fairly be depended -upon for regularity both as to force and -direction, and those whose coming and going is -so aptly used in Scripture allegory. Taking as the -former class the Trade winds of the globe, it is -found that they are also subject to much mutability, -especially those to the northward of the -Equator known as the “North-East Trades.” Old -seamen speak of them as do farmers of the -weather ashore—complain that neither in steadiness -of direction nor in constancy of force are they to -be depended upon as of old. Of course they vary -somewhat with the seasons, but that is not what -is complained of by the mariner; it is their capricious -variation from year to year, whereby you shall -actually find a strong wind well to the southward -of east in what should be the heart of the North-East -Trades, or at another time fall upon a stark -calm prevailing where you had every right to expect -a fresh favouring breeze.</p> - -<p>Still, with all their failure to maintain the reputation -of former times in the estimation of sailors (as -distinguished from steamship crews), even the much -maligned North-East Trade winds are fairly dependable. -The South-East Trades, again, are almost -as sure in their operation as is the recurrence of -day and night. The homeward-bound sailing ship,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_263"></a>[263]</span> -once having been swept round the Cape of Good -Hope in spite of adverse winds by the irresistible -Agulhas current, usually finds awaiting her a -southerly wind. Sailors refuse to call it the first -of the Trades, considering that any wind blowing -without the Tropics has no claim to be called -a “Trade.” This fancy matters little. The great -thing is that these helpful breezes await the homeward-bounder -close down to the southern limit -of his passage, await him with arms outspread in -welcome, and coincidently with the pleasant turning -of his ship’s head homeward, permit the yards -to be squared, and the course to be set as desired. -And the ship—like a docile horse who, after a long -day’s journey, finds his head pointing stablewards -and settles steadily down to a clinking pace—gathers -way in stately fashion and glides northward -at a uniform rate without any further need -of interference from her crew. Throughout the -long bright days, with the sea wearing one vast -many-dimpled smile, and the stainless blue above -quivering in light uninterrupted by the passage -of a single cloud, the white-winged ship sweeps -serenely on. All around in the paling blue of -the sky near the horizon float the sleepy, fleecy -cumuli peculiar to the “Trades,” without perceptible -motion or change of form. When day steps -abruptly into night, and the myriad glories of the -sunless hours reveal themselves shyly to an unheeding -ocean, the silent ship still passes ghost-like -upon her placid way, the steadfast wind rounding<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_264"></a>[264]</span> -her canvas into the softest of curves, without a -wrinkle or a shake. Before her stealthy approach -the glittering waters part, making no sound save -a cool rippling as of a fern-shadowed brooklet -hurrying through some rocky dell in Devon. The -sweet night’s cool splendours reign supreme. The -watch, with the exception of the officer, the helmsman, -and the look-out man, coil themselves in -corners and sleep, for they are not needed, and -during the day much work is adoing in making -their ship smart for home. And thus they will go -without a break of any kind for over two thousand -miles.</p> - -<p>Next to the Trades in dependability, and fairly -entitled to be called sub-permanent, are the west -winds of the regions north and south of the Tropics, -or about the parallels of 40° north or south. Without -the steadiness of these winds in the great -Southern Sea, the passage of sailing ships to Australasia -or India would indeed be a tedious business. -But they can be reckoned upon so certainly that -in many cases the duration of passages of ships -outward and homeward can be predicted within a -week, which speaks volumes for the wonderful -average steadiness of the great wind-currents. Although -these winds bear no resemblance to the -beautiful Trades. Turbulent, boisterous, and cruel, -they try human endurance to its utmost limits, and -on board of a weak ship, fleeing for many days -before their furious onslaught, anxiety rises to a -most painful pitch with the never-ceasing strain<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_265"></a>[265]</span> -upon the mind. They have also a way of winding -themselves up anew, as it were, at intervals. They -grow stronger and fiercer by successive blasts until -the culminating blow compels even the strongest -ships to reduce canvas greatly unless they would -have it carried away like autumn leaves. Then the -wind will begin to shift round by the south gradually -and with decreasing force until, as if impatient, -it will jump a couple of points at a time. Then, -in the “old” sea, the baffled, tormented ship staggers -blindly, making misery for her crew and testing -severely her sturdy frame. Farther and farther -round swings the wind, necessitating much labour -aloft for the shipmen, until in the space of, say, -twenty-four hours from its first giving way, it has -described a complete circle and is back again in its -old quarter, blowing fiercely as ever. Not that this -peculiar evolution is always made. There are times -when to sailors’ chagrin the brave west wind fails -them in its proper latitudes, being succeeded by -baffling easterlies, dirty weather of all kinds, and a -general feeling of instability, since to expect fine -weather in the sense of light wind and blue sky -for any length of time in those stern regions is to -reveal ignorance of their character. Yet it is only -in such occasional lapses from force and course of -the west wind of the south that the hapless seaman -seeking to double Cape Horn from the east can -hope to slip round. So that while his fellows -farther east are fleeing to their goal at highest -speed, he is being remorselessly battered by the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_266"></a>[266]</span> -same gale, driven farther and farther south, and -ill-used generally, and only by taking advantage of -the brief respite can he effect his purpose.</p> - -<p>The monsoon winds of the Indian seas are most -important and unique in their seasonal changing. -For six months of the year the wind in the Bay -of Bengal and the Arabian Sea will be north-easterly -and the weather fine. Over the land, -however, this fine wind is bearing no moisture, -and its longer persistence than usual means famine -with all its attendant horrors. “Fine weather” -grows to be a term of awful dread, and men’s eyes -turn ever imploringly to the south-west, hoping, -with an intensity of eagerness that is only felt -where life is at stake, for the darkening of those -skies of steely blue, until one day a cloud no -bigger than a man’s hand arises from the sharply -defined horizon. Swiftly it expands into ominous-looking -masses, but the omens are of blessing, of -relief from drought and death. The howling wind -hurls before it those leaden water-bearers until, one -by one, they burst over the iron-bound earth, and -from station to station throughout the length and -breadth of Hindostan is flashed the glad message, -“The monsoon has burst.” Out at sea the great -steamships emerging from the Gulf of Aden are -met by the turbulent south-wester, and have need -of all their power to stem its force, force which is -quite equal to that of a severe Atlantic gale at -times. And all sailors dread the season, bringing -as it does to their sorely tried bodies the maximum<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_267"></a>[267]</span> -of physical discomfort possible at sea in warm -climates.</p> - -<p>Of the varying forces of winds, from the zephyr -to the hurricane, it would be easy to write another -page, but this subject is not strictly within the scope -of the present article, and must therefore be left -untouched.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_268"></a>[268]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SEA_IN_THE_NEW_TESTAMENT">THE SEA IN THE NEW TESTAMENT</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Remembering</span> gratefully, as all students should do, -the immense literary value of the Bible, it is not -without a pang of regret that we are obliged to -confess that its pages are so meagre of allusions -to the grandest of all the Almighty’s works—the -encircling sea. Of course we cannot be surprised -at this, seeing how scanty was the acquaintance -with the sea enjoyed by ancient civilised peoples, -to whom that exaggerated lake, the Mediterranean, -was the “Great Sea,” and for whom the River -Oceanus was the margin of a boundless outer -darkness. Yet in spite of this drawback, Old -Testament allusions to the sea then known, few as -they are, remain unsurpassable in literature, needing -not to withdraw their claims to pre-eminence before -such gems as “Ocean’s many-dimpled smile” or the -“Wine-dark main” of the pagan poets. In number, -too, though sparsely sprinkled, they far surpass -those of the New Testament, which, were it not -for one splendid exception, might almost be neglected -as non-existent.</p> - -<p>Our Lord’s connection with the sea and its toilers -was confined to those petty Syrian lakes which -to-day excite the traveller’s wonder as he recalls -the historical accounts of hundreds of Roman galleys -floating thereupon; and all his childish dreams of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_269"></a>[269]</span> -the great sea upon which the Lord was sailing -and sleeping when that memorable storm arose -which He stilled with a word suffer much by -being brought face to face with the realities of -little lake and tiny boat. St. John and St. James -show by their almost terror-stricken words about -the sea what they felt, and from want of a due -consideration of proportion their allusions have been -much misunderstood. No man who knew the sea -could have written as one of the blissful conditions -of the renewed heaven and earth that there should -“be no more sea,” any more than he could have -spoken of the limpid ocean wave as casting up -“mire and dirt.”</p> - -<p>But by one incomparable piece of writing Paul, -the Apostle born out of due time, has rescued the -New Testament from this reproach of neglect, and -at the same time has placed himself easily in the -front rank of those who have essayed to depict -the awful majesty of wind and wave as well as -the feebleness, allied to almost presumptuous daring, -of those who do business in great waters. Wonder -and admiration must also be greatly heightened if -we do but remember the circumstances under which -this description was written. The writer had, by the -sheer force of his eloquence, by his daring to await -the precise moment in which to assert his citizenship, -escaped what might at any moment have become -martyrdom. Weary with a terrible journey, -faint from many privations, he was hurried on board -a ship of Adramyttium bound to the coast of Asia -(places not specified). What sort of accommodation<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_270"></a>[270]</span> -and treatment awaited him there under even the -most favourable circumstances we know very well. -For on the East African coast even to this day we -find precisely the same kind of vessels, the same -primitive ideas of navigation, the same absence of -even the most elementary notions of comfort, the -same touching faith in its being always fine weather -as evinced by the absence of any precautions against -a storm.</p> - -<p>Such a vessel as this carried one huge sail bent -to a yard resembling a gigantic fishing-rod whose -butt when the sail was set came nearly down to the -deck, while the tapering end soared many feet above -the masthead. As it was the work of all hands to -hoist it, and the operation took a long time, when -once it was hoisted it was kept so if possible, and -the nimble sailors with their almost prehensile -toes climbed up the scanty rigging, and clinging to -the yard gave the sail a bungling furl. The hull -was just that of an exaggerated boat, sometimes -undecked altogether, and sometimes covered in with -loose planks, excepting a hut-like erection aft -which was of a little more permanent character. -Large oars were used in weather that admitted -of this mode of propulsion, and the anchors were -usually made of heavy forked pieces of wood, -whereto big stones were lashed. There was a rudder, -but no compass, so that the crossing of even so -narrow a piece of water as separated Syria from -Cyprus was quite a hazardous voyage. Tacking was -unknown or almost so, and once the mariners got -hold of the land they were so reluctant to lose<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_271"></a>[271]</span> -sight of it that they heeded not how much time the -voyage took or what distances they travelled.</p> - -<p>The nameless ship of Adramyttium then at last -ventured from Sidon and fetched Cyprus, sailing -under its lee. How salt that word tastes, and what -visions it opens up of these infant navigators creeping -cautiously from point to point along that rugged -coast, heeding not at all the unnecessary distance -so long as they were sheltered from the stormy -autumn weather. Another perilous voyage across -“the sea which is off Cilicia and Pamphylia” (another -purely maritime term) and the harbour of Myra was -gained. Great were the rejoicings of the voyagers, -but premature, for every day that passed brought -them nearer to the time of tempest, and consequently -of utmost danger. In fact the memorable -voyage of St. Paul may be said to begin here. The -crossing of the Great Sea had been accomplished -without incident, although doubtless occupying so -many days that the landsmen were by this time -somewhat accustomed to the misery of life at sea -in those days, when in coarse weather sea-sickness -was one of the least of their woes.</p> - -<p>The shipment by the centurion of his prisoners -on board of the Alexandrian wheat-ship marked the -commencement of a series of troubles. In the first -place, for such a ship and such a voyage the -number of people on board was far too great, even -if we accept the lower estimate—seventy-six—which -is placed on her complement by some ancient -authorities. If she carried two hundred and seventy-six -she must have been like an Arab dhow running<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_272"></a>[272]</span> -a full cargo of slaves, and it is difficult to see how, -even taking into consideration the way in which both -mariners and passengers were inured to hardship, -she could have carried them all through the wild -weather and weary days following without some -deaths. “And when we had sailed slowly many -days” (what a world of suffering can be read into -those few pathetic words), they fetched under the -lee of Crete with all the thankfulness that might be -expected from men who had been so pitilessly exposed -to the fury of the open sea. With difficulty -they crept along the coast until they got into the -Fair Havens and refreshed their weary hearts.</p> - -<p>No wonder they were reluctant to put again to -sea, even though they knew that every day brought -wilder weather, and their chance of wintering in their -present harbour safely was poor, from its exposed -position. And now we find St. Paul taking the risky -step of advising seafarers as to the proper conduct -of their own business—risky because while no man -likes to be interfered with at his work by one whom -he considers an outsider, sailors are perhaps more -touchy upon this matter than most people. True, -the science of navigation and seamanship was in its -infancy, and no such gulf of knowledge separated -landsmen from seamen in those days as existed -afterwards, but one can easily picture the indignation -of the commander of the ship (curiously enough here -called the owner, the very same slang title given to -the Captain of a man-of-war by his officers and crew -to-day) when he heard this presumptuous passenger-prisoner -thus daring to give his unasked advice.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_273"></a>[273]</span> -Besides, Paul’s motive for wishing to remain in port -was one easily misconstrued.</p> - -<p>Therefore the centurion’s refusal to listen to Paul’s -suggestion was quite natural; nay, it was inevitable. -Still, there was evidently no intention of persevering -with the voyage upon getting under way, only -of entering the nearest harbour that might afford -sufficient shelter against the fury of the winter gales. -With a gentle southerly breeze they left Fair Havens, -and moved along the shore. But presently down -from the Cretan mountains Euraquilo came rushing, -the furious Levanter, which is not surpassed in the -world for ferocity, hurling their helpless cockle-shell -off shore. Their fear of the storm was far greater -than their fear of the land, for unlike the sailors of -to-day, to whom the vicinity of land in a gale is far -more dreaded than the gale itself, they hugged the -small island, Clauda, and succeeded in their favourite -manœuvre, that of getting under the lee of the land -once more. It was high time. The buffeting of the -ship had weakened her to such an extent that she -must have threatened to fall asunder, since they were -driven actually to “frap” her together, that is, bind -their cable round and round her and heave it taut—a -parlous state of things, but one to which sailors -have often been brought with a crazy ship in a heavy -gale.</p> - -<p>In this dangerous state they feared the proximity -of hungry rocks, but instead of reducing sail and -endeavouring to get along in some definite direction, -they lowered down the big yard and let the ship drive -whithersoever she would. The storm continued, the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_274"></a>[274]</span> -poor, bandaged hull was leaking at every seam, a -portion of the cargo, called by St. Paul by its true -nautical name “freight,” was jettisoned. But that did -not satisfy them, and they proceeded to the desperate -extremity of casting overboard the “tackling,” the -great sail and yard, and all movable gear from the -upper works except the anchors.</p> - -<p>Then in misery, with death yawning before them, -already half drowned, foodless, and hopeless, they -drifted for many days into the unknown void under -that heavy-laden sky before the insatiable gale. In -the midst of all this horror of great darkness, the -dauntless prisoner comforted them, even while unable -to forbear reminding them that had they listened to -him, this misery would have been spared them. His -personality never shone brighter than on this occasion; -the little ascetic figure must have appeared -Godlike to those poor, ignorant sufferers.</p> - -<p>At the expiration of a fortnight, the sailors surmised -that land was near, although it was midnight. How -characteristic is that flash of insight into the sea-faring -instinct, and how true! They sounded and got -twenty fathoms, and in a little while found the water -had shoaled to fifteen. Then they performed a piece -of seamanship which may be continually seen in -execution on the East African coast to-day—they -let the anchors down to their full scope of cable -and prayed for daylight. The Arabs do it in fair -weather or foul—lower the sail, slack down the -anchor, and go to sleep. She will bring up before -she hits anything.</p> - -<p>Unfortunately, space will not admit of further<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_275"></a>[275]</span> -dealing with this great story of the sea, so familiar -and yet so little understood. The sailors’ cowardly -attempt at escape, the discipline of the soldiers foiling -it, the arrangements for beaching her by the aid of -what is here called a foresail, but was probably only -a rag of sail rigged up temporarily to get the ship -before the wind, and the escape of all as foretold by -St. Paul, need much more space for dealing with -than can be spared.</p> - -<p>But the one thing which makes this story go to -the heart of every seaman is its absolute fidelity to -the facts of sea-life; its log-like accuracy of detail; -its correct use of all nautical terms. In fact, some -old seamen go so far as to aver that St. Paul, having -kept an accurate record of the facts, got the captain -of the ship to edit them for him, as in no other way -could a landsman such as Paul was have obtained -so seaman-like a grip of the story, both in detail and -language.</p> - -<p class="fs80"><em>Note.</em>—It will of course be noted that while the general opinion -is in favour of assigning to Luke the authorship of the narrative -commented upon above, I have credited Paul with it. I have -my reasons, but because of controversy I refrain from stating -them.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_276"></a>[276]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_POLITY_OF_A_BATTLESHIP">THE POLITY OF A BATTLESHIP</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Among</span> the many interesting features of life at sea, -few afford studies more fruitful in valuable thought -than the internal economy of that latest development -of human ingenuity—a modern battleship. It -is not by any means easy for a visitor from the -shore, upon coming alongside one of these gigantic -vessels, to realise its bulk; the first effect is one of -disappointment. Everything on board is upon a -scale so massive, while the limpid space whereon -she floats is so capacious that the mind refuses to -take in her majestic proportions. And a hurried -scamper around the various points of chief interest -on board leaves the mind like a palimpsest where -one impression is superimposed upon another so -swiftly that the general effect is but a blur and -no detail is clear. Besides, in such a flying visit -the guide naturally makes the most of those wonders -with which he himself is associated in his official -capacity, and thus the visitor is apt to get a very -one-sided view of things. Again, in the course of -a hurried visit in harbour the mind gets so clogged -with wonders of machinery and design, that the -human side, always apt to keep itself in the background, -receives no portion of that attention which -is its due. From all of which causes it naturally -follows that the only way in which to obtain anything<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_277"></a>[277]</span> -like a comprehensive notion of the polity of -a battleship is to spend at least a month on board, -both at sea and in harbour, and waste no opportunity -of observation of every part of the ship’s -daily life that may be presented. Such opportunities, -naturally, fall to the lot of but few outside -the Service, and from the well-known modesty of -sailors, it is next to hopeless to expect them to -enlighten the public upon the most interesting details -of their daily lives.</p> - -<p>The mere statement of the figures which belong -to a modern battleship like the <i>Mars</i>, for instance, -is apt to have a benumbing effect upon the mind. -She displaces 14,900 tons at load draught, is -391 ft. long, 75 ft. wide, and nearly 50 ft. deep from -the upper deck to the bottom. She is divided into -232 compartments by means of water-tight bulkheads, -is protected by 1802 tons of armour, is lit -by 900 electric lights, steams 16½ knots, carries 82 -independent sets of engines, mounts 54 different -cannon and 5 torpedo tubes, and is manned by -759 men.</p> - -<p>Now it is only fair to say that such a hurried -recapitulation of statistics like these gives no real -hint as to the magnitude of the ship as she reveals -herself to one after a few days’ intimate acquaintance. -And that being so, what is to be said of -the men, the population of this floating cosmos, -the 759 British entities ruled over by the Captain -with a completeness of knowledge and a freedom -from difficulty that an Emperor might well envy? -As in a town, we have here men of all sorts and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_278"></a>[278]</span> -professions, we find all manner of human interests -cropping up here in times of leisure, and yet the -whole company have one feeling, one interest in -common—their ship, and through her their Navy.</p> - -<p>First of all, of course, comes the Captain, who, -in spite of the dignity and grandeur of his position, -must at times feel very lonely. He lives in awful -state, a sentry (of Marines) continually guarding his -door, and although he does unbend at stated times -as far as inviting a few officers to dine with him, -or accepting the officers’ invitation to dine in the -ward-room, this relaxation must not come too often. -The Commander, who is the chief executive officer, -is in a far better position as regards comfort. He -comes between the Captain and the actual direction -of affairs, he has a spacious cabin to himself, -but he takes his meals at the ward-room table among -all the officers above the rank of Sub-Lieutenant, and -shares their merriment; the only subtle distinction -made between him and everybody else at such -times being in the little word “Sir,” which is -dropped adroitly in when he is being addressed. -For the rest, naval <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">nous</i> is so keen that amidst the -wildest fun when off duty no officer can feel that -his dignity is tampered with, and they pass from -sociability to cast-iron discipline and back again -with an ease that is amazing to a landsman. The -ward-room of a battleship is a pleasant place. It -is a spacious apartment, taking in the whole width -of the ship, handsomely decorated, and lit by electricity. -There is usually a piano, a good library, -and some handsome plate for the table. It is<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_279"></a>[279]</span> -available not only for meals, but as a drawing-room, -a common meeting-ground for Lieutenants, -Marine officers, surgeons, chaplain, and senior engineers, -where they may unbend and exchange -views, as well as enjoy one another’s society free -from the grip of the collar. A little lower down -in the scale of authority, as well as actually in the -hull of the ship, comes the gun-room, the affix -being a survival, and having no actual significance -now. In this respect both ward-room and gun-room -have the advantage over the Captain’s cabin, -in which there are a couple of quick-firing guns, -causing those sacred precincts to be invaded by a -small host of men at “general quarters,” who -manipulate those guns as if they were on deck. -The gun-room is the ward-room over again, only -more so—that is, more wildly hilarious, more -given to outbursts of melody and rough play. Here -meet the Sub-Lieutenants, the assistant-engineers and -other junior officers, <em>and</em> the midshipmen. With -these latter Admirals in embryo we find a state of -things existing that is of the highest service to -them in after life. Taking their meals as gentlemen, -with a senior at the head of the table, meeting -round that same table at other times for social -enjoyment, once they are outside of the gun-room -door they have no more privacy than the humblest -bluejacket. They sleep and dress and bathe—live, -in fact—<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">coram publico</i>, which is one of the healthiest -things, when you come to think of it, for a -youngster of any class. Although they are now -officers in H.M. Navy, they are still schoolboys,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_280"></a>[280]</span> -and their education goes steadily on at stated -hours in a well-appointed schoolroom, keeping pace -with that sterner training they are receiving on -deck. The most grizzled old seaman on board -must “Sir” them, but there are plenty of correctives -all around to hinder the growth in them -of any false pride.</p> - -<p>On the same deck is to be found the common room -of the warrant officers, such as bo’sun, carpenter, -gunner; those sages who have worked their difficult -way up from the bottom of the sailor’s ladder -through all the grades, and are, with the petty -officers, the mainstay of the service. Each of them -has a cabin of his own, as is only fitting; but <em>here</em> -they meet as do their superiors overhead, and air -their opinions freely. But, like the ward-room -officers, they mostly talk “shop,” for they have only -one great object in life, the efficiency of their charge, -and it leaves them little room for any other topics. -Around this, the after part of the ship, cluster also -another little body of men and lads, the domestics, -as they are termed, who do their duty of attendance -upon officers and waiting at table under all circumstances -with that neatness and celerity that is inseparable -from all work performed in a ship-of-war. -Body-servants of officers are usually Marines, but -the domestics are a class apart, strictly non-combatant, -yet under naval law and discipline. Going -“forrard,” the chief petty officers will be found to -make some attempt at shutting themselves apart from -the general, by arrangements of curtains, &c., all -liable and ready to be flung into oblivion at the first<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_281"></a>[281]</span> -note of a bugle. For the rest, their lives are absolutely -public. No one has a corner that he may call -his own, unless perhaps it is his “ditty box,” that little -case of needles, thread, and etceteras that he needs -so often, and is therefore allowed to keep on a shelf -near the spot where he eats. Each man’s clothes -are kept in a bag, which has its allotted place in a -rack, far away from the spot where his hammock -and bed are spirited off to every morning at 5 <span class="allsmcap">A.M.</span>, -to lie concealed until the pipe “down hammocks” -at night. And yet by the arrangement of “messes” -each man has, in common with a few others, a settled -spot where they meet at a common table, even -though it be not shut in, and is liable to sudden -disappearance during an evolution. So that a man’s -mess becomes his rallying-point; it is there that the -young bluejacket or Marine learns worldly wisdom, -and many other things. The practice of keeping -all bedding on the move as it were, having no -permanent sleeping-places, requires getting used to, -but it is a most healthy one, and even if it were not -it is difficult to see how, within the limited space of -a warship, any other arrangement would be possible. -Order among belongings is kept by a carefully graduated -system of fines payable in soap—any article -found astray by the ever-watchful naval police being -immediately impounded and held to ransom. And -as every man’s kit is subject to a periodical overhaul -by officers any deficiency cannot escape notice.</p> - -<p>Every man’s time is at the disposal of the Service -whenever it is wanted, but in practice much leisure -is allowed for rest, recreation, and mental improvement.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_282"></a>[282]</span> -Physical development is fully looked after -by the rules of the Service, but all are encouraged -to make the best of themselves, and no efforts on -the part of any man to better his position are made -in vain. Nowhere, perhaps, is vice punished or -virtue rewarded with greater promptitude, and since -all punishments and rewards are fully public, the -lessons they convey are never lost. But apart from -the Service routine, the civil life of this little world -is a curious and most interesting study. The industrious -man who, having bought a sewing-machine, -earns substantial addition to his pay by making every -item of his less energetic messmates’ clothes (except -boots) for a consideration, the far-seeing man who -makes his leisure fit him for the time when he shall -have left the Navy, the active temperance man who -seeks to bring one after the other of his shipmates -into line with the ever-growing body of teetotalers -that are fast altering completely the moral condition -of our sailors, the religious man who gets permission -to hold his prayer-meeting in some torpedo-flat -or casemate surrounded by lethal weapons—all -these go to make up the multifarious life of a big -battleship.</p> - -<p>And not the least strange to an outsider is the way -in which all these various private pursuits and varied -industries are carried on in complete independence -of each other, often in complete ignorance of what -is going on in other parts of the ship. News flies -quickly, of course, but since every man has his part -in the ship’s economy allotted to him, it naturally -follows that he declines to bother his head about<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_283"></a>[283]</span> -what the other fellows are doing. Sufficient for -him that his particular item is to hand when required, -and that he does it as well and as swiftly as -he is able. If he be slack or uninterested in what -concerns himself many influences are brought to -bear upon him. First his messmates, then his petty -officer, and so on right up to the Captain. And -through all he is made to feel that his <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">laches</i> affects -first the smartness of his ship, then the reputation -of the great British Navy. So the naval spirit is -fostered, so the glorious traditions are kept up, and -it continues to be the fact that the slackest mobilised -ship we can send to sea is able to show any -foreign vessel-of-war a lesson in smartness that they -none of them are able to learn. And in the naval -battle of the future it will be the few minutes -quicker that will win.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_284"></a>[284]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_PRIVACY_OF_THE_SEA">THE PRIVACY OF THE SEA</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Whether</span> expressed or implied, there is certainly -a deep-rooted idea in the minds of shore-dwellers -that the vast fenceless fields of ocean are in these -latter days well, not to say thickly, populated by -ships; that, sail or steam whither you will, you -cannot get away from the white glint of a sailing -ship or the black smear along the clean sky of a -steamship’s smoke. There is every excuse for such -an attitude of mind on the part of landward folk. -Having no standard of comparison against which -to range the vast lonely breadths of water which -make up the universal highway, and being mightily -impressed by the statistics of shipping owned by -maritime nations, they can hardly be blamed for supposing -that the privacy of the sea is a thing of the -past. One voyage in a sailing ship to the Australasian -Colonies or to India, if the opportunities it afforded -were rightly used, would do far more to convince -them of the utterly wrong notion possessing them -than any quantity of writing upon the subject could -effect. But unhappily, few people to-day have the -leisure or the inclination to spend voluntarily three -months upon a sea passage that can be performed -in little more than one. Even those, who by reason -of poverty or for their health’s sake do take such<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_285"></a>[285]</span> -passages, almost invariably show signs of utter weariness -and boredom. As day after day passes, and -the beautiful fabric in which they live glides gently -and leisurely forward, their impatience grows until -in some it almost amounts to a disease. This condition -of mind is not favourable, to say the least, to -a calm study of the characteristic features of ocean -itself. Few indeed are the passengers, and fewer -still are the sailors who will for the delight of the -thing spend hour after hour perched upon some -commanding point in wide-eyed, sight-strengthening -gaze out upon the face of the sea.</p> - -<p>Upon those who do there grows steadily a sense -of the most complete privacy, a solemn aloofness -belonging to the seas. The infrequent vessel, gentle -though her progress may be through the calm waters -of the tropics, still strikes them as an intruder upon -this realm of silence and loneliness. The voices of -the crew grate harshly upon the ear as with a sense -of desecration such as one feels upon hearing loud -conversation in the sacred peace of some huge -cathedral. And when a vessel heaves in sight, a -tiny mark against the skyline, she but punctuates -the loneliness, as it were—affords a point from which -the eye can faintly calculate the immensity of her -surroundings.</p> - -<p>Quite differently, yet with its own distinctive -privacy, do the stormy regions of the ocean impress -the beholder. In the fine zones the wind’s presence -is suggested rather than felt, so quiet and placid -are its manifestations. Its majestic voice is hushed<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_286"></a>[286]</span> -into a murmur undistinguishable from the musical -rippling of the wavelets into which it ruffles the -shining sea-surface. But when beyond those regions -of perpetual summer the great giant Boreas asserts -himself and challenges his ancient colleague and -competitor to a renewal of the eternal conflict for -supremacy, there is an overwhelming sense of duality -which is entirely absent in calmer seas. As the -furious tempest rages unappeasable, and the solemn -ocean wakes in mighty wrath, men must feel that -to be present at such a quarrel is to be like some -puny mortal eavesdropping in full Sanhedrim of -the High Gods. Apart altogether from the imminent -danger of annihilation, there is that sense of intrusion -which is almost sacrilege, of daring thus to witness -what should surely be hidden from the profane -eyes of the sons of men. All thoughtful minds -are thus impressed by the combat of gale and -sea, although their impressions are for the most -part so elusive and shadowy that any definite fixing -thereof is hopeless. Especially is this form of the -solemn privacy of the sea noticeable in the Southern -Ocean. Along the line, untraced by mortal hand -except upon a Mercator’s Chart, favoured by the -swift sailing ships between South America and -Australasia, the vastest stretch of ocean known is -dotted only at enormous intervals by the fleets of -civilisation. Day succeeds day, lengthening into -weeks, during which the brave intruder is hurled -upon her headlong way at the rate of eight or -nine degrees of longitude in the twenty-four hours<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_287"></a>[287]</span> -without a companion, with no visible environment -but sea and sky. And do what the intelligent novice -will, he cannot divest himself of the notion, when -drawing near the confines of New Zealand, seeing -how minute that beautiful cluster of islands appears -upon the chart, that it would be so easy to miss -them altogether, to rush past them under compulsion -of the mighty west wind, and waste long painful -days struggling against its power to get back again -to the overrun port.</p> - -<p>Once in the writer’s own experience an incident -occurred that seemed almost to justify such a fear. -Only sixty days had elapsed since leaving Plymouth -with four hundred emigrants on board, and during -the last fortnight the west wind had blown with -terrific violence (to a landsman). But the master, -in calmest satisfaction, with fullest confidence in -the power of his ship, had steadfastly refused to -shorten sail. He seldom left the deck, the spectacle -of his beautiful command in her maddened rush -to the east being to him apparently sufficient -recompense for loss of rest. At last we flew past -the Snares, those grim outliers of the Britain of the -South, and it became necessary to “haul up” for -Port Lyttelton. To do this we must needs bring -that great wind full upon our broadside, and that, -with the canvas we were carrying, would have meant -instant destruction. So all hands were called, and the -work of shortening her down commenced. Several -of the lighter sails, at the first slackening from their -previously rigid tension, gave one despairing flap<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_288"></a>[288]</span> -and vanished to join the clouds. But furious toil -and careful skill through long hours of that dense -night succeeded in reducing the previously great sail -area down to three lower-topsails, reefed fore-sail, -and fore-topmast staysail. Then after much careful -watching of the waves that came fatefully thundering -on astern until a lull momentarily intervened, -the helm was suddenly put down, and the gallant -vessel swung up into the wind. Nobly done, but -as she wheeled there arose out of the blackness -ahead a mountainous shape with a voice that made -itself heard above the gale. Higher and higher it -soared until smiting the bluff of the bow it broke -on board, a wave hundreds of tons in solid weight. -The stout steel ship trembled to her keelson, but -she rose a conqueror, while the avalanche of white-topped -water rushed aft dismantling the decks, and -leaving them, when it had subsided, in forlorn ruin. -But she was safe. Justifying the faithfulness and -skill of her builders, she had survived where a weaker -ship would have disappeared, beaten out of the upper -air like a paper boat under a stone flung from the -bank. Slowly and laboriously we fore-reached to the -northward, until under the lee of the land the wind -changed, and we entered port in triumph.</p> - -<p>This sense of solitude induced by contemplation of -the ocean is exceedingly marked even on the best -frequented routes and the most crowded (?) waters. -To enter into it fully, however, it is necessary to -sail either in a cable ship, a whaler, or an old slow-going -merchant sailor that gets drifted out of the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_289"></a>[289]</span> -track of vessels. Even in the English Channel one -cannot but feel how much room there is. In spite -of our knowledge of the numbers of ships that pass -and repass without ceasing along what may truthfully -be termed the most frequented highway in the watery -world, there is an undoubtedly reasonable sense -induced by its contemplation that however much -the dry land may become overcrowded the sea will -always be equal to whatever demands may be made -upon it for space. There are many harbours in the -world, at any rate landlocked bays that may rightly -be called harbours, wherein the fleets of all the -nations might lie in comfort. And their disappearance -from the open sea would leave no sense of -loss. So wide is Old Ocean’s bosom. Perhaps this -is even now more strongly marked than it was fifty -years ago. The wonderful exactitude with which the -steam fleets of the world keep to certain well-defined -tracks leaves the intermediate breadths unvisited from -year to year. They are private places whither he -who should desire to hide himself from the eyes of -men might hie and be certain that but for the host -of heaven, the viewless wind, and the silent myriads -beneath, he would indeed be alone. They are of -the secret places of the Almighty.</p> - -<p>Occasionally the great steamships that lay for us -the connecting nerves of civilisation penetrate these -arcana, for their path must be made on the shortest -line between two continents, heedless of surface -tracks. And the wise men who handle these wonderful -handmaids of science know how private are<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_290"></a>[290]</span> -the realms through which they steadily steam, leaving -behind them the thin black line along which shall -presently flash at lightning speed the thought-essence -of mankind. The whaler, alas! is gone; the old -leisurely South Seaman to whom time was a thing -of no moment. Her ruler knew that his best prospect -of finding the prey he sought was where no -keel disturbed the sensitive natural vibrations of the -wave. So these vessels saw more of sea solitude -than any others. Saw those weird spaces unvisited -even by wind, great areas of silky surface into whose -peaceful glades hardly rolled a gently undulating -swell bearing silent evidence of storms raging half a -world away. So too upon occasion did, and does, -a belated sailing-ship, such as one we met in the -Southern Seas bound from the United Kingdom to -Auckland, that had been then nine months on her -passage. Into what dread sea-solitudes she had -intruded. How many, many days had elapsed -during which she was the solitary point rising from -the shining plain into the upper air. Her crew had -a wistful look upon their faces, as of men whose -contact with the world they dimly remembered had -been effectually cut off. And truly to many, news -of her safety came in the nature of a message of -resurrection. Books of account concerning her had -to be reopened, mourning garments laid aside. She -had returned from the silences, had rejoined the -world of men.</p> - -<p>All the tracks along which ships travel are but -threads traversing these private waters, just little<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_291"></a>[291]</span> -spaces like a trail across an illimitable desert. And -even there the simile fails because the track across -the ocean plain is imaginary. It is traced by the -passing keel and immediately it is gone. And the -tiny portion of the sea-surface thus furrowed is but -the minutest fraction of the immeasurable spaces -wherein is enthroned the privacy of the sea.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_292"></a>[292]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_VOICES_OF_THE_SEA">THE VOICES OF THE SEA</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Not</span> the least of the many charms exercised by the -deep and wide sea upon its bond-servants are the -varied voices by which it makes known its ever-changing -moods. They are not for all ears to hear. -Many a sailor spends the greater part of a long life -in closest intercourse with the ocean, yet to its -myriad beauties he is blind; no realised sense of -his intimacy with the immensity of the Universe -ever makes the hair of his flesh stand up, and to -the majestic music of the unresting deep his ears -of appreciation are closely sealed. Not that unto -any one of the sons of men is it ever given to be -conversant with all the countless phases of delight -belonging to the sea. For some cannot endure the -call of deep answering unto deep, the terrible -thundering of the untrammelled ocean in harmony -with the uttermost diapason of the storm-wind. All -their finer perceptions are benumbed by fear. And -other some, who are yet unable to rejoice in the -sombre glory of the tempest-tones, are intolerant of -the lightsome glee born of zephyrs and sunlight -when the sweet murmur of the radiant breaths is -like the contented cooing of care-free infancy, and -every dancing wavelet wears a many-dimpled smile. -For them there must be a breeze of strength with<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_293"></a>[293]</span> -a strident, swaggering sea through which the well-found -ship ploughs her steady way at utmost speed -with every rounded sail distent like a cherub’s cheek, -and every rope and stay humming a merry tune. -Least of all in number are those who can enjoy a -perfect calm. Indeed, in these bustling, strenuous -days of ours opportunities of so doing are daily -becoming fewer. The panting steamship tears up -the silken veil of the slumbering sea like some -envious monster in a garden of sleep making havoc -of its beauty. She makes her own wind by her -swift thrust through the restful atmosphere, although -there be in reality none astir even sufficient to ruffle -the shining surface before her.</p> - -<p>Still, the fact must not be overlooked that many sea-farers -do verily enjoy to the full all sea-sights and -sea-sounds, but of their pleasures they cannot speak. -Deep silent content is theirs, a perfect complacency -of delight that length of acquaintanceship only makes -richer and more satisfying, until, as the very structure -of the Stradivarius is saturated with music, so the -mariner’s whole being absorbs, and becomes imbued -with, the magic of wind and wave. This incommunicable -joy a monarch might well envy its possessor, -for it is independent of environment, so that -although the seafarer may grow old and feeble, be -far away from his well-beloved sea, even blind and -deaf, yet within his soul will still vibrate those resounding -harmonies, and with inward eyes he can -feast a farther-reaching vision than ever over those -glorious fenceless fields.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_294"></a>[294]</span></p> - -<p>The voices of the sea are many, but their speech -is one. Naturally, perhaps, the thought turns first -to the tremendous chorus uplifted in the hurricane, -that swells and swells until even the tropical thunder’s -deafening cannonade is unheard, drowned deep beneath -the exultant flood of song poured forth by the -rejoicing sea. Many epithets have been chosen to -characterise the storm-song of the ocean. None of -them can ever hope to satisfy completely, for all -must bear some definite reflex of the minds of their -utterers, according as they have been impressed by -their experiences or imaginings. But to my mind -most of the terms used are out of place and misleading. -They generally endeavour to describe the -tempestuous sea as a ravenous monster, a howling -destroyer of unthinking ferocity, and the like. Alas, -it is very natural so to do. For when this feeble -frame must needs confront the resounding main in -the plenitude of its power, our mortal part must perforce -feel and acknowledge its insignificance, must -dwindle and shake with fear, although that part of us -which is akin to the Infinite may vainly desire to -rejoice with all seas and floods that praise Him and -magnify Him for ever. Not in the presence of -ocean shouting his hymn of praise may we satisfy -our desire to join in the triumphant lay, although -we know how full of benefits to our race are the -forces made vocal in that majestic Lobgesang. As -the all-conquering flood of sound, with a volume -as if God were smiting the sapphire globe of the -universe, rolls on, we may hear the cry, “Life and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_295"></a>[295]</span> -strength and joy do I bring. Before my resistless -march darkness, disease, and death must flee. When -beneath my reverberating chariot-wheels man is overwhelmed, -not mine the blame. I do but fulfil mine -appointed way, scattering health, refreshment, and -well-being over every living thing.”</p> - -<p>But when as yet the sky is serene above and the -surface of the slumbering depths is just ruffled by a -gentle air, there may often be heard another voice, -as if some gigantic orchestra in another star was -preparing for the signal to burst forth into such -music as belongs not to our little planet. Fitful -wailing notes in many keys, long sustained and all -minor, encompass the voyager without and within. -Now high, now low, but ever tending to deepen -and become more massive in tone, this unearthly -symphony is full of warning. It bids the watchful -seaman make ready against the advent of the fast -approaching storm, that, still some hundreds of -leagues distant, is sending its pursuivants before its -face. Nor are these spirit-stirring chords due to the -harp-like obstruction offered by the web of rigging -spread about the masts of a ship to the rising wind. -It may be heard even more definitely in an open boat -far from any ship or shore, although there, perhaps -because of the great loneliness of the situation, it -always seems to take a tone of deeper melancholy, as -if in sympathy with the helplessness of the human -creatures thus isolated from their fellows. It belongs, -almost exclusively, to the extra-tropical regions where -storms are many. And within a certain compass,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_296"></a>[296]</span> -its intimates find little variation of its scale. Always -beginning in the treble clef and by regular melodic -waves gradually descending until with the incidence -of the storm it blends into the grand triumphal -march spoken of before. But when it is heard within -the tropics let the mariner beware. None can ever -mistake its weird lament, sharpening every little while -into a shrill scream as if impatient that its warning -should be heeded without delay. It searches the -very marrow of the bones, and beasts as well as -men look up and are much afraid. For it is the -precursor of the hurricane, before which the bravest -seaman blanches, when sea and sky seem to meet -and mingle, the waters that are above the firmament -with the waters that are under the firmament, as in -the days before God said “Let there be light.”</p> - -<p>Far different again is the cheerful voice of the -Trade wind over the laughing happy sea of those -pleasant latitudes. No note of sadness or melancholy -is to be detected there. Brisk and bright, -confident and gay, it bids the sailor be glad in his -life. Bids him mark anew how beautiful is the -bright blue sea, how snowy are the billowy clouds -piled peacefully around the horizon, while between -them and the glittering edge of the vast circle shows -a tender band of greyish green of a lucent clearness -that lets the rising stars peep through as soon as -they are above the horizon. Overhead through all -the infinite fleckless dome eddy the friendly tones. -Yet so diffused are they, so vast in their area that -if one listen for them he cannot hear aright—they<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_297"></a>[297]</span> -must be felt rather than heard. Well may their -song be of content and good cheer. For they course -about their ordained orbits as the healthful life tides -through the human body, keeping sweet all adjacent -shores and preventing by their beneficent agitation a -baleful stagnation of the sea. By day the golden -sun soars on his splendid road from horizon to zenith -until he casts no shadow, and all the air quivers -with living light, then in stately grandeur sinks -through the pure serenity of that perfect scene, the -guardian cumuli clustering round his goal melting -apart so that, visible to the last of his blazing verge, -he may go as he came, unshadowed by haze or -cloud. Then, as the radiant train of lovely rays -fade reluctantly from the blue concave above, all -the untellable splendours of the night come forth -in their changeless order, their scintillating lustre -undimmed by the filmiest veil of haze. One incandescent -constellation after another is revealed until, -as the last faint sheen of the departing day disappears -from the western horizon, the double -girdle of the galaxy is flung across the darkling -dome in all its wondrous beauty. And unceasingly -through all the succeeding beauties of the day and -night that flood of happy harmony rolls on.</p> - -<p>How shall I speak of the voice of the calm? -How describe that sound which mortal ear cannot -hear? The pen of the inspired writers alone might -successfully undertake such a task, so closely in -touch as they were with the Master Mind. “When -the morning stars sang together, and all the Sons<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_298"></a>[298]</span> -of God shouted for joy.” Something akin to this -sublime daring of language is needed to convey a -just idea of what floods the soul when alone upon -the face of the deep in a perfect calm. The scale -of that heavenly harmony is out of our range. -We can only by some subtle alchemy of the brain -distil from that celestial silence the voices of angels -and archangels and all the glorious company of -heaven. Between us and them is but a step, but -it is the threshold of the timeless dimension. Again -and again I have seen men, racked through and -through with a very agony of delight, dash aside -the thralls that held them, sometimes with passionate -tears, more often with raging words that grated -harshly upon the velvet stillness. They felt the -burden of the flesh grievous, since it shut them -out from what they dimly felt must be bliss unutterable, -not to be contained in any earthen vessel. -On land a thousand things, even in a desert, distract -the attention, loose the mind’s tension even -when utterly alone. But at sea, the centre of one -vast glassy circle, shut in on every hand by a -perfect demi-globe as flawless as the mirror -whereon you float, with even the softest undulation -imperceptible, and no more motion of the atmosphere -than there is in a perfect vacuum, there is -absolutely nothing to come between the Soul of -Man and the Infinite Silences of Creation. There -and there only is it possible to realise what underlies -that mighty line, “There was silence in Heaven -for the space of half-an-hour.” Few indeed are the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_299"></a>[299]</span> -men, however rough and unthinking, that are not -quieted and impressed by the marvel of a perfect -calm. But the tension is too great to be borne -long with patience. Men feel that this majestic -environment is too redolent of the coming paradise -to be supportable by flesh and blood. They long -with intense desire for a breeze, for motion, for -a change of any sort. So much so that long-continued -calm is dreaded by seamen more than any -other phase of sea-experience. And yet it is for -a time lovely beyond description, soothing the jarring -nerves and solemnising every faculty as if one -were to be shut in before the Shekinah in the -Holy of Holies. It is like the Peace of God.</p> - -<p>Thus far I have feebly attempted to deal with -some of the sea-voices untinctured by any contact -with the land. But although the interposition of -rock and beach, cliff and sand-bank introduces fresh -changes with every variation of weather, new combinations -of sound that do not belong solely to the -sea, any description of the sea-music that should -take no account of them would be manifestly one-sided -and incomplete. And yet the mutabilities are -so many, the gamut is so extended that it is impossible -to do more than just take a passing note of a -few characteristic impressions. For every lonely reef, -every steep-to shore has an infinite variety of responses -that it gives back to the besieging waves. -Some of them are terrible beyond the power of -words to convey. When the sailor in a crippled -craft, his reckoning unreliable, and his vigour<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_300"></a>[300]</span> -almost gone by a long-sustained struggle with the -storm, hears to leeward the crashing impact of -mountainous waves against the towering buttresses -of granite protecting a sea-beset land, it is to him -a veritable knell of doom. Or when through the -close-drawn curtains of fog comes the hissing -tumult of breaking seas over an invisible bank, -interpolated with the hoarse bellowing of the advancing -flood checked in its free onward sweep, -bold and high indeed must be the courage that -does not fail. The lonely lighthouse-keeper on the -Bishop Rock during the utmost stress of an -Atlantic gale notes with quickening pulse the -change of tone as the oncoming sea, rolling in -from freedom, first feels beneath it the outlying -skirts of the solitary mountain. Nearer and deeper -and fiercer it roars until, with a shock that makes -the deep-rooted foundations of the rocks tremble, -and the marvellous fabric of dovetailed stone sway -like a giant tree, it breaks, hurling its crest high -through the flying spindrift over the very finial of -the faithful tower.</p> - -<p>But on the other hand, on some golden afternoon -among the sunny islands of summer seas, hear the -soft soothing murmur of the gliding swell upon -the slumbering shore. It fills the mind with rest. -Sweeter than lowest lullaby, it comforts and composes, -and even in dreams it laps the sleeper in -Elysium. The charm of that music is chief among -all the influences that bind the memory to those -Enchanted Isles. It returns again and again under<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_301"></a>[301]</span> -sterner skies, filling the heart with almost passionate -longing to hear it, to feel it in all its mystery -once again. Still when all has been said, every -dweller on the sea-shore knows the voice of his -own coast best. For him it has its special charm, -whether it shriek around ice-laden rocks, roar -against iron-bound cliffs, thunder over jagged reefs, -or babble among fairy islets. And yet all these -many voices are but one.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_302"></a>[302]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_CALLING_OF_CAPTAIN_RAMIREZ">THE CALLING OF CAPTAIN RAMIREZ</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">When</span> two whale-ships meet during a cruise, if -there are no signs of whales near, an exchange of -visits always takes place. The two captains foregather -on board one ship, the two chief mates on -board the other. While the officers are thus enjoying -themselves, it is usual for the boats’ crews -to go forrard and while away the time as best -they can, such visitors being always welcome. This -practice is called “gamming,” and is fruitful of some -of the queerest yarns imaginable, as these sea-wanderers -ransack their memories for tales wherewith -to make the time pass pleasantly.</p> - -<p>On the occasion of which I am writing, our -ship had met the <i>Coral</i> of Martha’s Vineyard off -Nieuwe, and gamming had set in immediately. One -of the group among whom I sat was a sturdy -little native of Guam, in the Ladrone Islands, the -picture of good-humour, but as ugly as a Joss. -Being called upon for a song, he laughingly excused -himself on the ground that his songs were calculated -to give a white man collywobbles; but if we didn’t -mind he would spin a “cuffer” (yarn) instead. -Carried unanimously—and we lit fresh pipes as we -composed ourselves to hear of “The Calling of -Captain Ramirez.” I reproduce the story in a -slightly more intelligible form than I heard it,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_303"></a>[303]</span> -the mixture of Spanish, Kanaka, &c., being a gibberish -not to be understood by any but those -who have lived among the polyglot crowd in a -whaler.</p> - -<p>“About fifteen years ago now, as near as I can -reckon (for we don’t keep much account of time -except we’re on monthly wage), I was cruising the -Kingsmills in the old <i>Salem</i>, Captain Ramirez. They -told me her name meant ‘Peace,’ and that may -be; but if so, all I can say is that never was a -ship worse named. Why, there wasn’t ever any -peace aboard of her. Quiet there was, when the -old man was asleep, for nobody wanted him -wakened; but peace—well, I tell ye, boys, she was -jest hell afloat. I’ve been fishing now a good -many years in Yankee spouters, and there’s some -blood-boats among ’em, but never was I so unlucky -as when I first set foot aboard the <i>Salem</i>. Skipper -was a Portugee from Flores, come over to the States -as a nipper and brung up in Rhode Island. Don’t -know and don’t care how he got to be skipper, -but I guess Jemmy Squarefoot was his schoolmaster, -for some of his tricks wouldn’t, couldn’t, have been -thought of anywheres else but down below. I -ain’t a-goin’ to make ye all miserable by telling -you how he hazed us round and starved us and -tortured us, but you can let your imagination loose -if you want to, and then you won’t overhaul the -facts of his daily amusements.</p> - -<p>“Well, I’d been with him about a year when, as -I said at first, we was cruising the Kingsmills, never -going too close in, because at that time the natives<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_304"></a>[304]</span> -were very savage, always fighting with each other, -but very glad of the chance to go for a ship and -kill and eat all hands. Then again we had some -Kanakas aboard, and the skipper knew that if they -got half a chance they would be overboard and -off to the shore.</p> - -<p>“Sperm whales were very plentiful, in fact they -had been so all the cruise, which was another proof -to all of us who the skipper was in co. with, for -in nearly every ship we gammed the crowd were -heart-broken at their bad luck. However, we’d -only been a few days on the ground when one -morning we lowered for a thundering big school -of middling-size whales. We sailed in full butt, -and all boats got fast. But no sooner was a -strain put on the lines than they all parted like -as if they was burnt. Nobody there ever seen -or heard of such a thing before. It fairly scared -us all, for we thought it was witchcraft, and some -of ’em said the skipper’s time was up and his -boss was rounding on him. Well, we bent on -again, second irons, as the whales were all running -anyhow, not trying to get away, and we all got -fast again. ’Twas no good at all; all parted just -the same as before. Well, we was about the -worst gallied lot of men you ever see. We was -that close to the ship that we knew the old -man could see with his glasses everything that -was going on. Every one of us knew just about -how he was bearing it, but what could we do? -Well, boys, we didn’t have much time to serlilerquise, -for before you could say ‘knife’ here he comes,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_305"></a>[305]</span> -jumping, howling mad. Right in among us he -busted, and oh! he did look like his old father -Satan on the rampage. He was in the bow of -his boat, and he let drive at the first whale he -ran up against. Down went the fish and pop -went the line same as before. Well, I’ve seen -folks get mad more’n a little, but never in all my -fishing did ever I see anything like he showed -us then. I thought he’d a sploded all into little -pieces. He snatched off his hat and tore it into -ribbons with his teeth; the rattle of Portugee -blasphemion was like our old mincing-machine -going full kelter, and the foam flew from between -his teeth like soapsuds.</p> - -<p>“Suddenly he cooled down, all in a minute like, -and said very quiet, ‘All aboard.’ We were all -pretty well prepared for the worst by this time, -but I do think we liked him less now than we did -when he was ramping around—he looked a sight -more dangerous. However, we obeyed orders smart, -as usual, but he was aboard first. My! how that -boat of his just flew. ’Twas like a race for life.</p> - -<p>“We were no sooner on board than we hoisted -boats and made them fast. Then the skipper yelled, -‘All hands lay aft.’ Aft we come prompt, and -ranged ourselves across the quarter-deck in front -of where he was prowling back and forth like a -breeding tigress. As soon as we were all aft he -stopped, facing us, and spoke. ‘Somebody aboard -this ship’s been trying to work a jolt off on me -by pisonin’ my lines. Now I want that man, so’s -I can kill him, slow; ’n I’m going to have him too<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_306"></a>[306]</span> -’thout waiting too long. Now <em>I</em> think this ship’s -been too easy a berth for all of you, but from this -out until I have my rights on the man I want -she’s agoing to be a patent hell. Make up yer -mines quick, fer I tell yer no ship’s crew ever -suffered what you’re agoin’ to suffer till I get that -man under my hands. Now go.’</p> - -<p>“When we got forrard we found the fo’c’s’le scuttle -screwed up so’s we couldn’t get below. There was -no shelter on deck from the blazing sun, the hatches -was battened so we couldn’t get into the fore-hold, -so we had to just bear it. One man went aft to -the scuttle butt for a drink of water, and found -the spigot gone. The skipper saw him, and says -to him, ‘You’ll fine plenty to drink in the bar’l -forrard,’ and you know the sort of liquor <em>that’s</em> -full of. Some of us flung ourselves down on deck, -being dog tired as well as hungry and thirsty, but -he was forrard in a minute with both his shooting-irons -cocked. ‘Up, ye spawn, ’n git some exercise; -ye’r gettin’ too fat ’n lazy,’ says he. So we trudged -about praying that he might drop dead, but none -of us willing as yet to face certain death by defying -him. The blessed night came at last, and we were -able to get a little rest, he having gone below, and -the officers, though willing enough to keep in with -him at our expense, not being bad enough to drive -us all night unless he was around to see it done. -Along about eight bells came the steward, with a -biscuit apiece for us and a bucket of water—about -half a pint each. We were so starved and thirsty -that the bite and sup was a godsend. What made<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_307"></a>[307]</span> -things worse for us was the suspicion we had one -of the other. As I said, we was, as usual, a mixed -crowd and ready to sell one another for a trifle. -He knew that, curse him, and reckoned with considerable -certainty on getting hold of the victim he -wanted. Well, the night passed somehow, and -when morning came he was around again making -us work, scouring iron-work bright, holy-stoning -decks, scrubbing overside, as if our very lives depended -on the jobs being done full pelt.</p> - -<p>“We was drawing in pretty close to a small -group of islands, closer than we had been yet in -those waters, and we all wondered what was in -the wind. Suddenly he gave orders to back the -mainyard and have the dinghy lowered. She was -a tiny tub of a craft, such as I never saw carried -in a whaler before, only about big enough for -three. A little Scotchman and myself was ordered -into her, then to our amazement the old man got -in, shoved off, and headed her for the opening -through the reef surrounding the biggest island of -the group. It was fairly well wooded with cocoa-nut -trees and low bushes, while, unlike any of -the other islets, there were several big rocks showing -up through the vegetation in the middle of -it. We weren’t long getting to the beach, where -we jumped out and ran her up a piece so’s he -could step out dry. We waited for a minute or -two while he sat thinking, and looking straight -ahead of him at nothing. Presently he jumped -out and said to me, ‘Come,’ and to Sandy, ‘Stay -here.’ Off he went up the beach and straight<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_308"></a>[308]</span> -into the little wood, just as if somebody was calling -him and he had to go. Apparently there wasn’t -a living soul on the whole island except just us -three. We had only got a few yards into the -bush when we came to a little dip in the ground: -a sort of valley. Just as we got to the bottom, -we suddenly found ourselves in the grip of two -Kanakas, the one that had hold of the skipper -being the biggest man I ever saw. I made one -wriggle, but my man, who was holding my two -arms behind my back, gave them a twist that nearly -wrenched them out of their sockets and quieted me -good. As for the skipper, he was trying to call -or speak, but although his mouth worked no sound -came, and he looked like death. The giant that -had him flung him on his face and lashed his -wrists behind him with a bit of native fish-line, -then served his ankles the same. I was tied next, -but not so cruel as the skipper, indeed they didn’t -seem to want to hurt me. The two Kanakas now -had a sort of a consultation by signs, neither of -them speaking a word. While they was at it I -noticed the big one was horribly scarred all over -his back and loins (they was both naked except -for a bit of a grass belt) as well as crippled in -his gait. Presently they ceased their dumb motions -and came over to me. The big one opened his -mouth and pointed to where his tongue had been, -also to his right eye-socket, which was empty. -Then he touched the big white scars on his body, -and finally pointed to the skipper. Whole books -couldn’t have explained his meaning better than I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_309"></a>[309]</span> -understood it then. But what was coming? I -declare I didn’t feel glad a bit at the thought that -Captain Ramirez was going to get his deserts -at last.</p> - -<p>“Suddenly the giant histed the skipper on his -shoulder as if he had been a baby, and strode off -across the valley towards the massive heap of rocks, -followed by his comrade and myself. We turned -sharply round a sort of gate, composed of three or -four huge coral blocks balanced upon each other, -and entered a grotto or cave with a descending floor. -Over the pieces of rock with which the ground was -strewed we stumbled onward in the dim light until -we entered water and splashed on through it for -some distance. Then, our eyes being by this time -used to the darkness, the general features of the place -could be made out. Communication with the sea -was evident, for the signs of high-water mark could -be seen on the walls of the cave just above our -heads. For a minute or so we remained perfectly -still in the midst of that dead silence, so deep that -I fancied I could hear the shell-fish crawling on the -bottom. Then I was brought a few paces nearer -the Captain, as he hung upon the great Kanaka’s -shoulder. Taking my eyes from his death-like face -I cast them down, and there, almost at my feet, was -one of those enormous clams such as you see the -shells of thrown up on all these beaches, big as a -child’s bath. Hardly had the horrible truth dawned -on me of what was going to happen than it took -place. Lifting the skipper into an upright position, -the giant dropped him feet first between the gaping<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_310"></a>[310]</span> -shells of the big clam, which, the moment it felt -the touch, shut them with a smash that must have -broken the skipper’s legs. An awful wail burst from -him, the first sound he had yet made. I have said -he was brave, and he was, too, although such a -cruel villain, but now he broke down and begged -hard for life. It may have been that the Kanakas -were deaf as well as dumb; at any rate, for all sign -of hearing they showed, they were. He appealed -to me, but I was as helpless as he, and my turn -was apparently now to come. But evidently the -Kanakas were only carrying out what they considered -to be payment of a due debt, for after -looking at him fixedly for awhile, during which I -felt the water rising round my knees, they turned -their backs on him and led me away. I was glad -to go, for his shrieks and prayers were awful to -hear, and I couldn’t do anything.</p> - -<p>“They led me to where they had first caught us, -made me fast to a tree, and left me. Overcome -with fatigue and hunger I must have fainted, for -when I come to I found myself loose, lying on the -sand, and two or three of my shipmates attending -to me. As soon as I was able to speak they asked -me what had become of the skipper. Then it all -rushed back on me at once, and I told them the -dreadful story. They heard me in utter silence, the -mate saying at last, ‘Wall, sonny, it’s a good job -fer yew the Kanakers made ye fast, or yew’d have -had a job ter clear yersef of murder.’ And so I -thought now. However, as soon as I was a bit -rested and had something to eat, I led them to the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_311"></a>[311]</span> -cave, keeping a bright look-out meanwhile for a -possible attack by the Kanakas. None appeared -though, and the tide having fallen again we had no -difficulty in finding the skipper. All that was left -of him, that is, for the sea-scavengers had been busy -with him, so that he was a sight to remember with -a crawling at your stomach till your dying day. -He was still fast in the grip of the clam, so it was -decided to leave him there and get on board again -at once.</p> - -<p>“We did so unmolested, getting sail on the ship -as soon as we reached her, so as to lose sight of -that infernal spot. But it’s no use denying the -fact that we all felt glad the skipper was dead; -some rejoiced at the manner of his death, although -none could understand who called him ashore or -why he obeyed. Those who had whispered the -theory of the finish of his contract with Jemmy -Squarefoot chuckled at their prescience, as fully -justified by the sequel, declaring that the big Kanaka -whom I had seen was none other than Satan himself -come for his bargain.</p> - -<p>“Matters went on now in quite a different fashion. -The relief was so great that we hardly knew ourselves -for the same men, and it affected all hands -alike, fore and aft. The secret of the breaking line -was discovered when Mr. Peck, the mate, took the -skipper’s berth over. In a locker beneath the bunk -he found the pieces of a big bottle, what they call -a ‘carboy,’ I think, and in hunting up the why -of this a leakage through the deck was found into -the store-room where the cordage was kept. Only<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_312"></a>[312]</span> -two other coils were affected by the stuff that had -run down, and of course they were useless, but -the rest of the stock was all right. Now, I don’t -know what it was, nor how it came there, nor any -more about it, and if you ain’t tired of listening -I’m mighty tired of talking. Pass that ‘switchel’<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> -this way.”</p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a>A drink of molasses, vinegar, and water.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_313"></a>[313]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="MARATHON_OF_THE_SEALS">MARATHON OF THE SEALS</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Far</span> beyond the roaring track of the homeward-bound -merchantman, lie in the South Pacific the -grim clusters of salt-whitened isles marked on the -chart as the South Shetlands. Many years have -come and gone since their hungry shores were busy -with the labours of the sealers, that, disdainful of -the terrors of snow-laden gale and spindrift-burdened -air, toiled amid the Antarctic weather to fill their -holds with the garments of the sea-folk. Then, after -perils incredible, the adventurers would return to -port, and waste in a week of debauch the fruit of -their toil, utterly forgetful of crashing floe or hissing -sea, frozen limbs or wrenching hunger pains. When -all was spent they would return, resolutely forgetting -their folly and wreaking upon the innocent seal all -the rage of regret that <em>would</em> rise within them. -They spared none—bull, cow, and calf alike were -slain, as if in pure lust of slaughter, until the helplessness -of utter fatigue compelled them to desist -and snatch an interval of death-like sleep, oblivious -of all the grinding bitterness of their surroundings. -Life was held cheap among them, a consequence, -not to be wondered at, of its hardness and the want -of all those things that make life desirable. And -yet the stern existence had its own strong fascination -for those who had become inured to it. Few<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_314"></a>[314]</span> -of them ever gave it up voluntarily, ending their -stormy life-struggle in some sudden ghastly fashion -and being almost immediately forgotten. Occasionally -some sorely-maimed man would survive the -horrors of his disablement, lying in the fetid forecastle -in sullen endurance until the vessel reached -a port whence he could be transferred to civilisation. -But these unhappy men fretted grievously for the -vast openness of the Antarctic, the gnashing of the -ice-fangs upon the black rocks, the unsatisfied roar -of the western gale, and the ceaseless combat with -the relentless sea.</p> - -<p>Many years came and went while the Southern -sealer plied his trade, until at last none of the -reckless skippers could longer disguise from themselves -the fact that their harvest fields were rapidly -becoming completely barren. Few and far between -were the islets frequented by the seals, the majority -of the old grounds being quite abandoned. One -by one the dejected fishermen gave up the attempt, -until in due time those gaunt fastnesses resumed -their primitive loneliness. The long, long tempest -roared questioningly over the deserted islands, as -if calling for its vanished children, and refusing to -be comforted because they were not. Years passed -in solitude, but for the busy sea-fowl, who, because -they had no commercial value, were left unmolested -to eat their fill of the sea’s rich harvest, and rear -among the bleak rock-crannies their fluffy broods. -At last, out of the midst of a blinding smother -of snow, there appeared one day off the most -southerly outlier of the South Shetlands a little<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_315"></a>[315]</span> -group of round velvety heads staring with wide, -humid eyes at the surf-lashed fortresses of the -shore. Long and warily they reconnoitred, for -although many generations had passed since their -kind had been driven from those seas, the memory -of those pitiless days had been so steadily transmitted -through the race that it had become a part -of themselves, an instinct infallible as any other -they possessed. No enemy appearing, they gradually -drew nearer and nearer, until their leader, a -fine bull seal of four seasons, took his courage in -both flippers and mounted the most promising slope, -emerging from the foaming breakers majestically, -and immediately becoming a hirpling heap of clumsiness -that apparently bore no likeness to the graceful, -agile creature of a few moments before. Obediently -his flock followed him until they reached a little -patch of hard smooth sand sheltered by a semi-circle -of great wave-worn boulders, and admirably -suited to their purpose. Here, with sleepless vigilance -of sentinels, they rested, rather brokenly at -first, as every incursion of the indignant sea-fowl -startled them, but presently subsiding into ungainly -attitudes of slumber.</p> - -<p>Whence they had come was as great a mystery -as all the deep-water ways of the sea-people must -ever be to man, or how many halting-places they -must have visited and rejected at the bidding of -their unerring instinct warning them that the arch-destroyers’ -visits were to be feared. However, they -soon made themselves at home, fattening marvellously -upon the innumerable multitudes of fish that<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_316"></a>[316]</span> -swarmed around the bases of those barren islands, -and between whiles basking in the transient sun-gleams -that occasionally touched the desolate land -with streaks of palest gold. And as time went on, -being unmolested in their domestic arrangements, -the coming generation tumbled about the rugged -shore in those pretty gambols that all young things -love, learning steadily withal to take their appointed -places in the adult ranks as soon as they had proved -their capability so to do. Thus uneventfully and -happily passed the seasons until the little party of -colonists had grown to be a goodly herd, with leaders -of mighty prowess, qualified to hold their own -against any of their kind, and inured to combat -by their constantly recurring battles with each other, -their love affairs, in which they fought with a fury -astonishing to witness.</p> - -<p>But one bright spring morning, when after a -full meal the females were all dozing peacefully -among the boulders, and the pups were gleefully -waddling and tumbling among them, there came a -message from the sea to the fighting males, who -instantly suspended their family battles to attend -to the urgent call. How the news came they alone -knew, its exact significance was hidden even from -them, but a sense of imminent danger was upon -them all. The females called up their young and -retreated farther inland among the labyrinth of rocky -peaks that made the place almost impossible for -human travel. The males, about forty of them, -ranged uneasily along the shore, their wide nostrils -dilated and their whiskers bristling with apprehension.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_317"></a>[317]</span> -Ever and anon they would pause in their -watchful patrol and couch silently as if carved in -marble, staring seaward with unwinking eyes at the -turbulent expanse of broken sea. Presently, within -a cable’s length of the shore, up rose an awful -head—the enemy had arrived. Another and another -appeared until a whole herd of several scores of -sea-elephants were massed along the land edge and -beginning to climb ponderously over the jagged -pinnacles shoreward. Not only did they outnumber -the seals by about four to one, but each of them -was equal in bulk to half-a-dozen of the largest -of the defenders. Huge as the great land mammal -from whom they take their trivial name, ferocious -in their aspect, as they inflated their short trunks -and bared their big gleaming teeth, they hardly -deigned to notice the gallant band of warriors who -faced them. Straight upward they came as if the -outlying rocks had suddenly been endowed with -life and were shapelessly invading the dry land. -But never an inch did the little company of defenders -give back. With every head turned to the -foe and every sinew tense with expectation they -waited, waited until at last the two forces met. -Such was the shock of their impact that one would -have thought the solid earth trembled beneath -them, and for a while in that writhing, groaning, -roaring mass nothing could be clearly distinguished. -Presently, however, it could be seen that the lighter, -warier seals were fighting upon a definite plan, and -that they carefully avoided the danger of being -overwhelmed under the unwieldy masses of their<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_318"></a>[318]</span> -enemies. While the huge elephants hampered each -other sorely, and often set their terrible jaws into -a comrade’s neck, shearing through blubber and -sinew and bone, the nimbler seals hung on the -outskirts of the heavy leviathans and wasted no -bite. But the odds were tremendous. One after -another of the desperately fighting seals fell crushed -beneath a mammoth many times his size; again -and again a fiercely struggling defender, jammed -between two gigantic assailants, found his head -between the jaws of one of them, who would instantly -crush it into pulp. Still they fought on -wearily but unflinchingly until only six remained -alive. Then, as suddenly as if by some instant -agreement, hostilities ceased. The remnant of the -invaders crawled heavily seaward, leaving the rugged -battle-ground piled mountainously with their dead. -The survivors sank exhausted where they had fought -such a memorable fight, and slept securely, knowing -well that their home was safe, the enemy would -return no more. And the rejoicing, ravenous birds -came in their countless hosts to feast upon the -slain.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_319"></a>[319]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="OCEAN_CURRENTS">OCEAN CURRENTS</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">So</span> mysterious are all the physical phenomena of the -sea that it is, perhaps, hardly possible to say of any -particular one that it is more wonderful than the -rest. And yet one is sorely tempted thus to distinguish -when meditating upon the movements of -the almost inconceivable mass of water which goes -to make up that major portion of the external superficies -of our planet which we call “the sea.” In spite -of all the labours of investigators, notwithstanding -all the care and patience which science has bestowed -upon oceanography, it is nevertheless true that, -except in a few broad instances, the direction, the -rate, and the dependability of ocean currents still -remain a profound mystery. Nor should this excite -any wonder. If we remember how great is the -influence over the sea possessed by the winds, how -slight an alteration in the specific gravity of water -is sufficient to disturb its equilibrium and cause -masses hundreds of square miles in area to exchange -levels with the surrounding ocean, we shall at once -admit that, except in those few instances hinted at -which may be referred to constant causes, ocean -currents must of necessity be still among the -phenomena whose operations cannot be reckoned -upon with any certainty, but must be watched for<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_320"></a>[320]</span> -and guarded against with the most jealous care by -those who do business in great waters.</p> - -<p>Perhaps one of the commonest of the many errors -made in speaking of marine things is that of confounding -current with tide. Now tide, though a -variable feature of the circulation of the waters -near land, is fairly dependable. That is to say, the -navigator may calculate by means of the moon’s -age and the latitude of the place not only the time -of high water, but knowing the mean height at full -and change of the moon, he may and does ascertain -to what height the water will rise, or how low it -will fall at a certain place on a given date. True, -a heavy gale of wind blowing steadily in or against -the same direction of the ebbing or flowing tide -will accelerate or retard, raise or depress, that tide -at the time; but these aberrations, though most -unpleasant oftentimes to riparian householders, are -rarely of much hindrance or danger to navigation. -This cannot be said of the currents of the sea. -The tides have their limits assigned to them both -inland and off-shore, although in the latter case -it is almost impossible to tell exactly where their -influence becomes merged in the vaster sway of -the ocean currents, with all their unforeseen developments. -The limits of tidal waters in rivers, on -the other hand, being well under observation at all -times, may be and are determined with the greatest -exactitude.</p> - -<p>With regard to the few instances of dependability -among ocean currents, the first place will undoubtedly -by common consent be given to the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_321"></a>[321]</span> -Gulf Stream. Owing its existence primarily to the -revolution of the earth upon its axis, its outflow -through the tortuous channel connecting the Gulf -of Florida with the North Atlantic is more constant -and steady in direction than any ebbing or -flowing tide in the world, inasmuch as its “set” -is invariably upon one course. Its rate is not so -uniform, varying somewhat with the season, but -in the narrowest part of the channel remaining -fairly constant at about four knots an hour. Yet -sail but a few score leagues into the Florida Gulf -whence this great river in the sea takes its apparent -rise, and its influence disappears! The mariner may -seek there in vain for that swift, silent flow which -in the Straits of Florida sweeps him north-eastward -irresistibly in the teeth of the strongest gale. -What has happened? Does the mighty stream -drain westward into that great land-locked sea by -hundreds of channels from the Equatorial regions, -but far below the surface, and, obeying some all-compelling -impulse, rise to the light upon reaching -the Bahama Banks, pouring out its beneficent -flood as it comes at the rate of a hundred miles -per day? It sweeps into the broad Atlantic, and -immediately spreads out into a breadth to which -the Amazon is but a brooklet, losing its velocity -meanwhile, until, having skirted the North American -coast as far as the Grand Banks, it rolls in sublime -grandeur eastward towards these “fortunate isles.” -As it does so the mystery attendant upon it deepens. -Its balmy presence cannot be mistaken, for the -air on either side of it may be piercing in its keenness,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_322"></a>[322]</span> -while immediately above it there is summer. -A gale blowing at right angles to its course will -raise that terrible combination of waves which gives -alike to the “Western Ocean” and the “pitch of the -Cape” their evil reputation as the most dangerous -in the world; and yet who among navigators has -ever been able to determine what, if any, rate -of speed it has in mid-Atlantic? Look through -hundreds of log-books kept on board ships that -are, perhaps, more carefully navigated than any -others, the North Atlantic liners, and you shall not -find a trace of the Gulf Stream “set” mentioned. -In order to make this clear, it should be said that -in all properly navigated ships the course steered -and the speed made are carefully noted throughout -the twenty-four hours; and this course, with -distance run, calculated from the position accurately -fixed by observation of the celestial bodies at the -previous noon, gives the ship’s position by “dead -reckoning.” The ship’s position being also found -by the celestial bodies at the same time, the difference -between the latter and the “dead reckoning” -position should give the “set” and direction of -the current for the twenty-four hours. And in -vessels so carefully steered, and whose speed is so -accurately known, as the great liners are, such -current data are as trustworthy as any nautical -data can be. But according to the records kept -by these able navigators, there is no current setting -eastward across the North Atlantic. Perhaps the -explanation is that it is so very sluggish as to be -unnoticeable, for those dreadful monuments of misfortune<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_323"></a>[323]</span> -to themselves and others, the derelict ships, -have been known to drift completely backwards -and forwards across the Atlantic, finding not only -a current to carry them eastward, but its counter-current -to carry them back again.</p> - -<p>But who among us with the slightest smattering -of physiography is there that is not assured that -but for the genial warmth of this mighty silent -sea-river our islands would revert to their condition -at the glacial epoch; who is there but feels a shiver -of dread pass over his scalp when he contemplates -the possibility of any diversion of its life-giving -waters from our shores? The bare suggestion of -such a calamity is most terrifying.</p> - -<p>As steady and reliable in its operations is the great -Equatorial current which, sweeping along the Line -from east to westward, is doubtless the fountain and -origin of the Gulf Stream, although its operations -among that ring of islands guarding the entrance to -the Mexican Gulf are involved in such obscurity -that none may trace them out. And going farther -south, we find the Agulhas current, beloved of homeward-bound -sailing-ships round the Cape of Good -Hope, pursuing its even, resistless course around the -Southern Horn of Africa changelessly throughout -the years. How its stubborn flow frets the stormy -Southern Sea! No wonder that the early navigators -doubling the Cape outward-bound, and fearing to -go south, believed that some unthinkable demon -held sway over those wild waves. The passage of -Cape Horn from east to west holds the bad eminence -to-day among seafarers of being the most<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_324"></a>[324]</span> -difficult in the world, but what the outward passage -around the Cape of Storms must have been before -men learned that it was possible to avoid the stream -of the Agulhas current by going a few degrees south -we of these later days can only imagine. What -becomes of the Agulhas current when once it has -poured its volume of Indian Ocean waters into the -Atlantic? Does it sink below the surface some -hundreds of fathoms, and silently, smoothly, glide -south to the confines of the Antarctic ice barrier, -or does it wander northward into warmer regions? -In any case, it fulfils the one grand function of -all currents, whether of air or water—the avoidance -of stagnation, the circulation of health among the -nations of the earth.</p> - -<p>Coming northward in the Pacific, let us note the -counterpart of the Gulf Stream, the Kuro Siwo, or -Black River of Japan, with the multitudinous isles -of the East Indian Archipelago for its Caribbean -Sea, and Nippon for its British Isles. It is, however, -but a poor competitor in benevolence with -our own Gulf Stream, as all those who know their -Japan in winter can testify. Others there are that -might be noted and classified if this aimed at being -a scientific article, but these will suffice. These are -surely wide fields enough for the imagination to -rove in, wonderful depths of energy in plenty -wherein the reverent and thoughtful mind may find -all-sufficient food for its workings. Remembering -that the known is but the fringe of the unknown, -and that the secrets of the ocean are so well kept -that man’s hand shall never fully tear aside the veil,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_325"></a>[325]</span> -we may patiently ponder and wonder. That great -sea of the ancients beyond whose portals, according -to their wisdom, lay Cimmerian darkness—what -keeps its almost tideless waters sweet? Unseen -currents enter and leave by the Pillars of Hercules -at differing levels, and could we but penetrate those -dim regions we should doubtless find the ingress -and egress of that incalculable mass of water proceeding -continually, the one above the other, renewing -from the exhaustless stores of the Atlantic -the staleness of the great midland lake, itself apparently -remaining in unchanging level.</p> - -<p>But when all these great well-known movements -of the ocean have been considered, there still remain -an infinite number of minor divagations influenced -by who knows what hidden causes. The -submarine upheavals of central heat, when from -out of her glowing entrails the old earth casts -incandescent stores of lava, raising the superincumbent -mass of water for many square miles -almost to boiling-point—who can estimate the -effect that these throes have upon the trend of -great areas of ocean? The almost infernal energy -of those gyrating meteors of the tropics as they -rage across the seas—how can any mind, however -acute, assess the drag upon the whole body of -surface water that is manifested thereby? To say -nothing of the displacement caused by the less -violent but far more frequent stress laid upon the -much-enduring sea by extra-tropical gales, whereby -the baffled mariner’s calculations are all overset, -and his ship that should be careering safely in the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_326"></a>[326]</span> -wide offing is suddenly dashed in ruins upon the -iron-bound shore!</p> - -<p>Great efforts have been made to lay down for the -benefit of seafarers a comprehensive scheme of -ocean currents all over the watery surface of the -globe, but in the great majority of cases the guidance -is delusive, the advice untrustworthy, through -no fault of the compilers. They have done their -best, but mean results can never help particular -needs. And so the wary mariner, as far as may -be, trusts to the old-fashioned three “L’s,”—lead, -log, and look-out; knowing full well how little reliance -is to be placed in the majority of cases upon -any advice soever concerning the mystery of ocean -currents.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_327"></a>[327]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_UNDYING_ROMANCE_OF">THE UNDYING ROMANCE OF<br /> -THE SEA</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Some</span> of the greatest among men have spoken and -written regarding the material progress of mankind -as if every new invention for shortening distance, -for economising time or labour, and increasing production -were but another step in the direction of -eliminating romance from the weary world.</p> - -<p>Especially has this been said of sea traffic. We -are asked to believe that in the tiny vessels of -Magalhaens, the pestilential hulls of Anson’s squadron, -or the cumbrous wooden walls of Trafalgar, -there dwelt a romance which is now non-existent -at sea—that the introduction of the steam-driven -ship has been fatal to a quality which in truth -belongs not at all to material things, but holds its -splendid court in the minds of men. Do they, -these mourners over departed romance, hold, then, -that misery is essential to romance? Is it essential -to romantic interest at sea that because of the -smallness of the ships, their lack of healthful food, -their clumsiness of build and snail-like progress, -men should suffer horribly and die miserably? -Truly, if these things are necessary in order that -romance shall flourish, we may find them still -amongst us both at sea and on land, though<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_328"></a>[328]</span> -happily in ever lessening proportion to an improved -order of things.</p> - -<p>But sober consideration will surely convince us -that as far as true romance is concerned the -modern ironclad warship, for instance, need abate -no jot of her claim to the three-decker of last -century or the <i>Great Harry</i> of our infant Navy. -The sight of a 15,000-ton battleship cleared for -action and silently dividing the ancient sea in her -swift rush to meet the foe, not a man visible anywhere -about her, but all grim, adamantine, and -awe-inspiring—in what is she less romantic than -the <i>Victory</i> under all canvas breaking the line at -Trafalgar? As an incentive to the exercise of the -imagination, the ironclad certainly claims first -place. Like some fire-breathing dragon of ancient -fable she comes, apparently by her own volition, -armed with powers of destruction overtopping all -the efforts of ancient story-tellers. Yet to the -initiated she is more wonderful, more terror-striking, -than to the unknowing observer. For the -former pierce with the eye of knowledge her black -walls of steel, and see within them hundreds of -quiet, self-possessed men standing calmly by gun-breech, -ammunition-hoist, fire-hose, and hospital. -Deep under the water-line are scores of fiercely -toiling slaves to the gigantic force that actuates -the whole mass. Hardly recognisable as human, -sealed up in stokeholes under abnormal air pressure, -the clang of their weapons never ceases as -they feed the long row of caverns glowing white -with fervent heat. All around them and beneath<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_329"></a>[329]</span> -them and above, clearly to be discerned through -all the diabolical clamour of engines and roaring -of furnaces, is that sense of invisible forces subdued -by the hand of man, yet ferociously striving -against restraint, a sense that makes the head of -the new-comer throb and beat in sympathy until -it seems as if the brain must burst its containing -bone.</p> - -<p>Just abaft these chambers of accumulating energy -are the giants being fed thereby. Unhappy the -man who can see no romance in the engine-room! -Nothing exalting, soul-stirring, in the rhythmical -race of weariless pistons, no storm-song in their -magnificent voices as they dash round the shaft -at ninety revolutions per minute. Standing amid -these modern genii, to which those of “The -Thousand and One Nights” are but puny weaklings, -the sight, the senses are held captive, fascinated -by so splendid a manifestation of the combination -of skill and strength. And when unwillingly the -gazer turns away, there are the men; the grimy, -greasy, sweat-stained men. Watchful, patient, cat-like. -Ready at the first hint, either from the racing -Titans themselves or from the soaring bridge away -up yonder in the night, to manipulate lever, throttle-valve, -and auxiliaries as swiftly, deftly, and certainly -as the great surgeon handles his tools in contact -with the silent, living form under his hands.</p> - -<p>What a lesson on faith is here. Faith in the -workmanship of the complicated monsters they -control, faith in one another to do the right thing -at the right moment when a mistake would mean<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_330"></a>[330]</span> -annihilation, faith in the watcher above who is -guiding the whole enormous mass amidst dangers -seen and unseen. This, too, is no blind faith, no -mere credulity. It is born of knowledge, and the -consequences of its being misplaced must be -constantly in mind in order to insure effective -service in time of disaster. It would surely be a -good thing if more poetry were written on the -lines of “McAndrew’s Hymn,” always supposing -the poets could be found; greater efforts made to -acquaint us who lead comfortable lives ashore with -the everyday heroism of, the continual burnt-offering -rendered by, the engineer, fireman, and -trimmer. Perhaps we might then begin to discern -dimly and faintly that so far from the romance of -the sea being destroyed by the marine engine, it -has been strengthened and added to until it is -deeper and truer than ever.</p> - -<p>And as with the men in the bowels of the ship -so with those above. Commanding such a weapon -of war as hinted at in the preceding lines, see the -central figure in his tower of steel, surrounded by -telephones, electric bells, and voice-tubes. Every -portion of the ship, with its groups of faithful, -waiting men, is within reach of his whisper. -Behind him stands a man like a statue but for -the brown hands grasping the spokes of the tiny -wheel which operates the 150 horse-power engines -far away in the run, which in their turn heave -the mighty steel rudder this way or that, and so -guide the whole fabric. This man in command<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_331"></a>[331]</span> -wields a power that makes the mind reel to consider. -A scarcely perceptible touch upon a button -at his side and away speeds a torpedo; another -touch, and two guns hurl 850 lbs. of steel shell -filled with high explosive to a distance of ten miles -if necessary. Obedience instant, perfect, yet intelligent -is yielded to his lightest touch, his faintest -whisper. So too his subordinates, each in their -turn commanding as well as being commanded, -and each saturated with the idea that not merely -obedience, but obedience so swift as to be almost -coincident with the order, is essential. Yet above -and beyond all this harmony of discipline is the -man who controls in the same perfect way the -working, not only of one ship, but of a whole -fleet. He speaks, and immediately flags flutter if -by day, or electric lights scintillate if by night. -Each obedient monster replies by fulfilling his -will, and the sea foams as they swoop round each -other in complicated evolutions, or scatter beyond -the horizon’s rim to seek the common enemy. It -is the triumph of discipline, organisation, and power -under command.</p> - -<p>As it is in the Navy so it is in the Mercantile -Marine. Here is a vessel of a capacity greater -than that costly experiment born out of due time, -the <i>Great Eastern</i>. Her lines are altogether lovely, -curves of beauty unexcelled by any yacht afloat. -With such perfect grace does she sit upon the -sea that the mere mention of her size conveys -of it no conviction. Her decks are crowded with<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_332"></a>[332]</span> -landward folk, for whose benefit naval architects -and engineers have been busy devising ways and -means of bridging the Atlantic. Every comfort -and convenience for the poor, every luxury for -the rich, is there. Majestically, at the stroke of -the hour, she moves, commences her journey. -Amid all the hubbub of parting friends, the agony -of breaking up home bonds, the placid conductors -of this floating city attend to their work. Theirs -it is to convey on scheduled time from port to -port across the trackless, unheeding ocean all -this multitude of units, each a volume of history -in himself or herself of most poignant interest -could it be unfolded. And oh, the sinuous grace, -the persistent speed, the co-partnership of affinity -held between man’s newest and God’s oldest work. -Its romance is beyond all power of speech to -describe. Silent, speechless marvel only can be -tendered unto it. The very regularity and order -which prevails, the way in which arrivals may -be counted on, these are offences in the eyes of -some would-be defenders of romance. They are -not apparently offended at the unerring regularity -of natural phenomena. How is it that the same -quality manifested by man’s handiwork in relation -to the mutable sea gives occasion of stumbling? -A hard question. Not that the mere -regularity alone is worthy of admiration, but the -triumph of mind over matter, manifested as much in -the grimiest little tug crouching behind a storm-beaten -headland watching, spider-like, for a homeward-bound<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_333"></a>[333]</span> -sailing-ship, or in the under-engined, -swag-bellied tramp creeping stolidly homeward, -bearing her quota of provision for a heedless people -who would starve without her, is everywhere to be -held in admiration as fragrant with true romance, -the undying romance of the sea.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_334"></a>[334]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SAILORS_PETS">SAILORS’ PETS</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Whether</span> there be anything in their surroundings -at sea that makes animals more amenable to the -taming process is, perhaps, not a question to be -easily answered. But one thing is certain: that -nowhere do animals become tame with greater -rapidity than they do on board ship. It does not -seem to make a great deal of difference what the -animal is, whether bird or beast, carnivore or herbivore, -Jack takes it in hand with the most surprising -results, evident in so short a time that it -is often difficult to believe that the subject is not -merely simulating tameness in order to exercise his -powers upon his master or masters in an unguarded -moment.</p> - -<p>Of course, on board merchant ships the range -of variety among pets is somewhat restricted. Cats, -dogs, monkeys, pigs, sheep, goats, musk-deer, and -birds (of sorts) almost exhaust the list; except -among the whale-ships, where the lack of ordinary -subjects for taming lead men to try their hand -upon such queer pets as walruses, white bears, -and even seal-pups, with the usual success. Few -pets on board ship ever presented a more ungainly -appearance than the walrus. Accustomed to <ins class="corr" id="tn334" title="Transcriber’s Note—Changed “dissport” to “disport”">disport</ins> -its massive bulk in the helpful wave, and -only for very brief intervals hooking itself up on<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_335"></a>[335]</span> -to a passing ice-floe as if to convince itself that it -really is one of the amphibia, the change in its -environment to the smooth deck-planks of a ship -is truly radical. And yet it has often been known not -only to survive such a change, but to appear contented -and happy therein. Its uncouth gambols with -the sailors are not to be described; but they are -so funny that no one could witness them without -laughter, especially when the sage, hoary appearance -of even the most youthful walrus is remembered—and, -of course, only very young specimens could -possibly be obtained alive. But, after all, the morse -has its limitations as a pet. Tamed as it often -has been, and affectionate as it undoubtedly becomes, -it never survives for a great while its privation -of sea-bathing, and to the grief of its friends -generally abandons the attempt to become permanently -domesticated before the end of the season. -The white bear, on the other hand, when caught -sufficiently young is a great success as a pet, and -develops a fund of quaint humour as well as intelligence -that one would certainly never suspect -from the appearance of the animal’s head. Bears -are notably the humorists of the animal kingdom, -as any one may verify for himself who chooses -to watch them for a few days at the Zoological -Gardens, but among them all for pure fun commend -us to <i>Ursa Polaris</i>. Perhaps to appreciate -the play of a pet white bear it is necessary to -be a rough and tough whaleman, since with the -very best intentions his bearship is apt to be a -little heavy-pawed. And as when his claws grow<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_336"></a>[336]</span> -a very slight mistake on his part is apt to result -in the permanent disfigurement of his playmate, -his days of pethood are always cut suddenly short -as he approaches full growth. Seal-pups have no -such drawbacks. They are pretty, affectionate, and -domestic, while an occasional douche of salt water -from the wash-deck tub will suffice to keep them -in good health and spirits for a long time. Such -favourites do they become that it is hard to understand -how the same men, who will spend much -of their scanty leisure playing with the gentle, -amiable creatures, can at a moment’s notice resume -the crude barbarity of seal-slaughtering with -all its attendant horrors of detail. Apart from -his cumbrous movements on deck, the seal seems -specially adapted for a ship’s pet. He is so intelligent, -so fully in touch with his human playmates, -that after a short acquaintance one ceases to be surprised -at his teachability; it is taken as a matter -of course.</p> - -<p>Ordinary merchant ships are, as before noted, -confined to a limited range of pets. Chief among -them is the harmless necessary cat, about which -the present writer has written at considerable length -in a recent number of the <cite>Spectator</cite>. But the -cat’s quiet domesticity never seems to take such -a firm hold upon seamen’s affections as does the -livelier friendship of the dog. A dog on board -ship is truly a favoured animal. So much so -that dogs will give themselves almost as many -airs and graces as the one unmarried young lady -usually does in the midst of a number of male passengers,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_337"></a>[337]</span> -and with much the same results. Once, -indeed, the presence of two dogs on board of a -large ship on an East Indian voyage nearly led -to a mutiny. They were both retrievers, the property -of the master. But almost from the commencement -of the voyage one of them, a fine -black dog, “Sailor,” deliberately cast in his lot -with the men “forrard,” where he was petted -and spoiled, if a dog can be spoiled by petting. -The other dog, a brown, dignified animal called -“Neptune,” kept to the officers’ quarters. And -presently the two pets by some sort of tacit -understanding divided the deck between them, the -main hatch constituting a sort of neutral ground -beyond which neither might pass without a fight. -Now, there were also some pets on board of a -totally different kind, to wit, three fine pigs, who, -contrary to the usual custom, were allowed to -roam unpenned about the decks. A fellow-feeling, -perhaps, led “Sailor,” the forecastle dog, to fraternise -with the genial swine, and the antics of -these queerly assorted playmates gave many an -hour’s uproarious amusement. But the pigs loved -to stray aft, far beyond their assigned limits. -Whenever they did so, but a short time would -elapse before “Neptune” would bound off the -poop, and seizing the nearest offender by the -ear, gallop him “forrard” in the midst of a perfect -tornado of squeals and clatter of sliding hoofs. -This summary ejectment of his friends was deeply -resented by “Sailor,” who, with rigid back and -gleaming eyes, looked on as if ready to interfere<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_338"></a>[338]</span> -if “Neptune” should overstep the boundaries of -his domain. One day the foreseen happened. In -the fury of his gallop “forrard” Neptune reached -the galley door before he released the pig he had -been dragging, then suddenly recollecting himself, -was trotting back with deprecatory demeanour, -when he met “Sailor” coming round the after -end of the house. The two heroes eyed one another -for a moment, but only a moment. “Sailor” -felt doubtless that this sort of thing had gone -far enough, and with a snarl full of fury they -joined battle. The skipper was “forrard” promptly, -armed with a belaying-pin, and seizing “Sailor” -by the neck, began to belabour him heavily. It -was too much for the men, who by this time -had all gathered around. They rushed to the -rescue of their favourite, forgetting discipline, rights -of ownership, everything but the unfairness of the -proceeding. The belaying-pin was wrested from -the captain’s grasp, the dogs torn apart, and with -scowling faces the men stood confronting the -raging skipper, who for some moments was hardly -able to speak. When he was, he said many things, -amongst others that he would shoot “Sailor” on -sight; but it is perfectly certain that had he -carried out his threat he would have had a complete -mutiny on his hands. The matter blew -over, but it was a long time before things had -quite resumed their normal calm. A keen watch -was kept over “Sailor” by the men for the rest -of the voyage, lest evil should befall him.</p> - -<p>Monkeys are, as might be expected, popular as<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_339"></a>[339]</span> -pets. Unfortunately, they disturb the harmony of -a ship more than any other animal that could be -obtained. For their weird powers of mischief come -to perfection where there are so many past masters -in the art of animal training, and nothing affords -greater amusement to everybody but the sufferer -when “Jacko” takes it into his impish head to get -loose and ravage the contents of some fellow’s bunk -or chest. So much is this the case that many -captains will not allow a monkey on board their -ship at all, feeling sure that, however peaceable a -lot of men he may have found his crew to be -before, one monkey passenger is almost sure to be -the fountain and origin of many fights after his -advent. The things that monkeys will do on board -ship are almost beyond belief. One instance may -be noted where a monkey in a ship named the -<i>Dartmouth</i> gave signal proof of his reasoning powers. -He was a little black fellow from Sumatra, and -from the time of his coming on board had seemed -homesick, playing but few tricks, and only submitting -passively to the petting he received. Passing -through Sunda Straits he sat upon the forecastle -head looking wistfully at the distant land with quite -a dejected pose of body. As we drew near the -town of Anjer (it was before the awful convulsion -of Krakatoa) he suddenly seemed to make up his -mind, and springing up he covered his face with -his hands and leapt shoreward. We were only -going about two knots an hour, happily for him. -He struck out vigorously for the shore, but suddenly -realised the magnitude of his task apparently, for<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_340"></a>[340]</span> -he turned sharply round and swam back. One of -the officers threw him the end of the main-topsail -brace, which he grasped and nimbly climbed on -board, a wiser monkey. Thenceforward his behaviour -was quite cheerful and tricky, until his -lamented demise from a chill caught off the Cape. -Goats, again, are great favourites on board ship, -when they have been taught to let the running gear -alone. But their inveterate habit of gnawing everything -largely discounts their amiability. The pretty -little mongoose, too, until he begins to fraternise -with his natural enemies, the rats, is a most pleasant -companion, full of play, and cleanly of habit. So is -the musk-deer, but it is so delicate that few indeed -of them reach home that are bought by sailors -among the islands of the East Indian Archipelago. -The same fate overtakes most of the birds, except -canaries, that sailors buy abroad, and teach on the -passage home no end of tricks. Yet deeply as -these exotic pets are loved by forecastle Jack, and -great as is the pleasure he undoubtedly derives -from them, the majority of them fall into the hands -of Jamrach and Cross, or other keen dealers in -foreign birds and beasts, when the ship reaches -home. For it is seldom poor Jack has a home -whereto he may bring his pets.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_341"></a>[341]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SURVIVORS">THE SURVIVORS</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Evening</span> was just closing in, heralded by that -indescribable feeling of refreshment in the torrid -air always experienced at sea near the Equator -when the sun is about to disappear. The men in -the “crow’s nests” were anxiously watching the -declining orb, whose disappearance would be the -signal for their release from their tedious watch. -But to the chagrin of every foremast hand, before -the sun had quite reached the horizon, the officer -up at the mainmast head, taking a final comprehensive -sweep with his glasses all around, raised -the thrilling cry of “Blo—o—o—o—w.” And despite -the lateness of the hour, in less than ten -minutes four boats were being strenuously driven -in the direction of the just-sighted whale. Forgetting -for awhile their discontent at the prospect -before them, the crews toiled vigorously to reach -their objective, although not a man of them but -would have rejoiced to lose sight of him. It was -not so to be. At another time he would probably -have been startled by the clang of the oars as -they turned in the rowlocks, but now he seemed -to have lost his powers of apprehension, allowing -us to come up with him and harpoon him with -comparative ease. The moment that he felt the -prick of the keen iron, all his slothfulness seemed<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_342"></a>[342]</span> -to vanish, and without giving one of the other -boats a chance to get fast also, he milled round -to windward, and exerting all his vast strength, -rushed off into the night that came up to meet -us like the opening of some dim portal into the -unknown. Some little time was consumed in our -preparations for the next stage of our proceedings, -during which the darkness came down upon us -and shut us in with our prey, blotting out our -ship and the other boats from the stinted horizon -left to us, as if they had never been. By some -oversight no compass was in our boat, and, a rare -occurrence in those latitudes, the sky was overcast -so that we could not see the stars. Also there -was but little wind, our swift transit at the will of -the whale alone being responsible for the breeze -we felt. On, on we went in silence except for the -roar of the parted waters on either hand, and -unable to see anything but the spectral gleam -ahead whenever the great mammal broke water to -spout. Presently the headlong rush through the -gloom began to tell upon everybody’s nerves, and -we hoped, almost prayed for a slackening of the -relentless speed kept up by the monster we had -fastened ourselves to. The only man who appeared -unmoved was the second mate, who was in charge. -He stood in the bows as if carved in stone, one -hand grasping his long lance and the other resting -on his hip, a stern figure whose only sign of life -was his unconscious balancing to the lively motion -of the boat. Always a mystery to us of the crew, -he seemed much more so now, his inscrutable<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_343"></a>[343]</span> -figure dimly blotched against the gloom ahead, and -all our lives in his hand. For a year we had been -in daily intercourse with him, yet we felt that we -knew no more of the man himself than on the -first day of our meeting. A strong, silent man, -who never cursed us as the others did, because -his lightest word carried more weight than their -torrents of blasphemy, and withal a man who came -as near the seaman’s ideal of courage, resourcefulness, -and tenacity as we could conceive possible. -Again and again, as we sped onwards through the -dark, each of us after his own fashion analysed -that man’s character in a weary purposeless round -of confused thought, through the haze of which -shot with dread persistence the lurid phrase, “a -lost boat.” How long we had thus been driving -blindly on none of us could tell—no doubt the -time appeared enormously prolonged—but when -at last the ease-up came we were all stiff with our -long constraint of position. All, that is, but Mr. -Neville our chief, who, as if in broad day within -a mile of the ship, gave all the necessary orders -for the attack. Again we were baffled, for in spite -of his unprecedented run the whale began to sound. -Down, down he went in hasteless determined fashion, -never pausing for an instant, though we kept all -the strain on the line that was possible, until the -last flake of our 300 fathoms left the tub, slithered -through the harpooner’s fingers round the loggerhead, -and disappeared. Up flew the boat’s head -with a shock that sent us all flying in different -directions, then all was silent. Only for a minute.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_344"></a>[344]</span> -The calm grave tones of Mr. Neville broke the -spell by saying, “Make yourselves as comfortable -as you can, lads, we can do nothing till daylight -but watch for the ship.” We made an almost -whispered response, and began our watch. But it -was like trying to peer through the walls of an -unlit cellar, so closely did the darkness hem us in. -Presently down came the rain, followed by much -wind, until, notwithstanding the latitude, our teeth -chattered with cold. Of course we were in no -danger from the sea, for except in the rare hurricanes -there is seldom any wind in those regions -rising to the force of a gale. But the night was -very long. Nor did our miserable anticipations tend -to make our hard lot any easier.</p> - -<p>So low did we feel that when at last the day -dawned we could not fully appreciate the significance -of that heavenly sight. As the darkness fled, -however, hope revived, and eager eyes searched -every portion of the gradually lightening ring of -blue of which we were the tiny centre. Slowly, -fatefully, the fact was driven home to our hearts -that what we had feared was come to pass; the -ship was nowhere to be seen. More than that, -we all knew that in that most unfrequented stretch -of ocean months might pass without signs of vessel -of any kind. There were six pounds of biscuits -in one keg and three gallons of water in another, -sufficient perhaps at utmost need to keep the -six of us alive for a week. We looked in one -another’s faces and saw the fear of death plainly -inscribed; we looked at Mr. Neville’s face and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_345"></a>[345]</span> -were strengthened. Speaking in his usual tones, -but with a curiously deeper inflexion in them, he -gave orders for the sail to be set, and making an -approximate course by the sun, we steered to the -N.W. Even the consolation of movement was -soon denied us, for as the sun rose the wind sank, -the sky overhead cleared and the sea glazed. A -biscuit each and half-a-pint of water was served -out to us and we made our first meal, not without -secretly endeavouring to calculate how many more -still remained to us. At Mr. Neville’s suggestion -we sheltered ourselves as much as possible from -the fierce glare of the sun, and to keep off thirst -poured sea-water over one another at frequent -intervals. Our worst trial for the present was -inaction, for a feverish desire to be doing—something—no -matter what, kept our nerves twitching -and tingling so that it was all we could do to keep -still.</p> - -<p>After an hour or two of almost unbroken silence -Mr. Neville spoke, huskily at first, but as he went -on his voice rang mellow and vibrant. “My lads,” -he said, “such a position as ours has been occupied -many times in the history of the sea, as you all -well know. Of the scenes that have taken place -when men are brought by circumstances like these -down from their high position in the scale of -Creation to the level of unreasoning animals, we -need not speak; unhappily such tragedies are too -clearly present in the thoughts of every one of -us. But in the course of my life I have many -times considered the possibilities of some day being<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_346"></a>[346]</span> -thus situated, and have earnestly endeavoured to -prepare myself for whatever it had in store for -me. We are all alike here, for the artificial differences -that obtain in the ordinary affairs of life -have dropped away from us, leaving us on the -original plane of fellow-men. And my one hope -is, that although we be of different nationalities, -and still more widely different temperaments, we -may all remember that so long as we wrestle manfully -with the beast that is crouching in every -one of us, we may go, if we must go, without -shame before our God. For consider how many -of those who are safe on shore this day are groaning -under a burden of life too heavy to be borne, -how many are seeking a refuge from themselves -by the most painful byways to death. I am persuaded, -and so are all of you, if you give it a -thought, that death itself is no evil; the anticipation -of pain accompanying death is a malady of the -mind harder to bear by many degrees than physical -torture. What I dread is not the fact of having -to die, although I love the warm light, the glorious -beauty of this world as much as a man may, but -that I may forget what I am, and disgrace my -manhood by letting myself slip back into the slough -from which it has taken so many ages to raise me. -Don’t let us lose hope, although we need not expect -a miracle, but let each of us help the other -to be a man. The fight will be fierce but not -long, and when it is won, although we may all -live many days after we shall not suffer. Another -thing, perhaps some of you don’t believe in any<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_347"></a>[347]</span> -God, others believe mistily in they know not what. -For my part I believe in a Father-God from whom -we came and to whom we go. And I so think -of Him that I am sure He will do even for an -atom like me that which is not only best for me -but best for the whole race of mankind as represented -in me. He will neither be cruel nor -forget. Only I must endeavour to use the powers -of mind and body He has given me to the best -advantage now that their testing-time has come.”</p> - -<p>With eyes that never left that calm strong face -we all hung upon his words as if we were absorbing -in some mysterious way from them courage to -endure. Of the five of us, two were Scandinavians, -a Swede and a Dane, one, the harpooner, was an -American negro, one was a Scotchman, and myself, -an Englishman. Mr. Neville himself was an American -of old Puritan stock. When he left speaking there -was utter silence, so that each could almost hear -the beating of the other’s heart. But in that silence -every man of us felt the armour of a high resolve -encasing him, an exalting courage uplifting him, and -making his face to shine.</p> - -<p>Again the voice of our friend broke the stillness, -this time in a stately song that none of us had -ever heard before, “O rest in the Lord!” From -thenceforward he sang almost continually, even -when his lips grew parched with drought, although -each of us tendered him some of our scanty -measure of water so that he might still cheer us. -Insensibly we leant upon him as the time dragged -on, for we felt that he was a very tower of strength<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_348"></a>[348]</span> -to us. Five days and nights crept away without -any sign of change. Patience had become a -habit with us, and the scanty allowance of food -and drink had so reduced our vitality that we -scarcely felt any pain. Indeed the first two days -were the worst. And now the doles became -crumbs and drops, yet still no anger, or peevishness -even, showed itself. We could still smile -sanely and look upon each other kindly. Then a -heavy downpour of rain filled our water-breaker -for us, giving us in the meantime some copious -draughts, which, although they were exquisitely -refreshing at the time, racked us with excruciating -pains afterwards. The last crumb went, and did -not worry us by its going, for we had arrived -by easy stages at a physical and mental condition -of acquiescence in the steady approach of death -that almost amounted to indifference. With a -strange exception; hearing and sight were most -acute, and thought was busy about a multitude of -things, some of them the pettiest and most trivial -that could be imagined, and others of the most -tremendous import. Speech was difficult, impossible -to some, but on the whole we must have felt -somewhat akin to the Hindu devotees who withdraw -themselves from mankind and endeavour to -reduce the gross hamperings of the flesh until -they can enter into the conception of the unseen -verities that are about us on every side. What -the mental wrestlings of the others may have been -they only knew; but to outward seeming we had -all been gently gliding down into peace.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_349"></a>[349]</span></p> - -<p>The end drew near. Nothing occurred to stay -its approach. No bird or fish came near enough -to be caught until we were all past making an -effort had one been needed. We had lost count -of time, so that I cannot say how long our solitude -had lasted, when one brilliant night as I lay in a -state of semi-consciousness, looking up into the -glittering dome above, I felt a hand touch me. -Slowly I turned my head, and saw the face of -the negro-harpooner, who lay by my side. I -dragged my heavy head close to his and heard -him whisper, “I’m a goin’ an I’m glad. What he -said wuz true. It’s as easy as goin’ ter sleep. -So long.” And he went. What passed thereafter -I do not know, for as peacefully as a tired man -settles himself down into the cosy embrace of a -comfortable bed, heaving a sigh of utter content as -the embracing rest relaxes the tension of muscles and -brain, I too slipped down into dreamless slumber.</p> - -<p>I awoke in bitter pain, gnawing aches that left -no inch of my body unwrung. And my first taste -of life’s return gave me a fierce feeling of resentment -that it would all have to be gone through -again. I felt no gratitude for life spared. That -very night of my last consciousness the whaler -that rescued us must have been within a few -miles, for when we were sighted from her crow’s-nest -at daybreak we were so near that they could -distinguish the bodies without glasses. There were -only three of us still alive, the fortunate ones who -had gone to their rest being Mr. Neville, the -harpooner, and the Swede. The rescuers said<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_350"></a>[350]</span> -that except for the emaciated condition of our -bodies we all looked like sleepers. There were -no signs of pain or struggle. It was nearly two -months before we who had thus been brought -back to a life of care and toil were able to resume -it, owing to our long cramped position as much -as to our lack of strength. I believe, too, that -we were very slow in regaining that natural will-to-live -which is part of the animal equipment, and -so necessary to keep off the constant advances of -death. And, like me, my companions both felt -that they could not be grateful for being dragged -back to life again.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_351"></a>[351]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BENEATH_THE_SURFACE">BENEATH THE SURFACE</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">While</span> the whaler to which I belonged was lying -at Honolulu I one day went ashore for a long -ramble out of sight and hearing of the numerous -questionable amusements of the town, and late -in the afternoon found myself several miles to -the southward of it. Emerging from the tangled -pathway through which I had been struggling with -the luxuriant greenery, I struck the sand of a -lovely little bight that commanded an uninterrupted -view to seaward. Less than a mile out a reef -of black rocks occasionally bared their ugly fangs -for a brief space amidst the sleek waters, until -the sleepily advancing swell, finding its progress -thus hindered, rose high over their grim summits -in a league-long fleece of dazzling foam, whose -spray glittered like jewels in the diagonal rays of the -declining sun.</p> - -<p>Upon a little knoll left by the receding tide -sat a man staring stolidly out to sea. As I drew -near, my approach making no noise upon the -yielding sand, I saw that he was white. By his -rig—a shirt and trousers, big grass hat, and bare -feet—I took him for a beach-comber. These characters -are not often desirable companions—human -weeds cast ashore in such places, and getting a -precarious living in dark and devious ways without<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_352"></a>[352]</span> -work. But I felt inclined for company and a -rest after my long tramp, so I made for him direct. -He raised his head at my nearing him, showing a -grizzled beard framing a weather-beaten face as -of a man some sixty years old. There was a -peculiar, <em>boiled</em> look about his face, too, as if he -had once been drowned, by no means pleasant -to see.</p> - -<p>He gave me “Good evening!” cheerfully enough -as I sat down beside him and offered my plug -of tobacco. Cutting himself a liberal quid, he -returned it with the query, “B’long ter wun er -the spouters, I persoom?” “Yes,” I replied; -“boat-header in the <i>Cachalot</i>.” “Ah,” he replied -instantly, “but yew’re no Yank, neow, air ye?” -“No, I’m a Cockney—little as you may think <em>that</em> -likely,” said I; “but it’s a fact.” “Wall, I don’no,” -he drawled, “I’ve a-met Cockneys good’s I want -ter know; ’n’ why not?”</p> - -<p>The conversation then drifted desultorily from -topic to topic in an aimless, time-killing fashion, -till at last, feeling better acquainted, I ventured -to ask him what had given him that glazy, soaked -appearance, so strange and ghastly to see. “Look -a-heah, young feller,” said he abruptly, “heouw -old je reckon I mout be?” Without the slightest -hesitation I replied, “Sixty, or thereabouts.” He -gave a quiet chuckle, and then said slowly, “Wall, -I doan’ blame ye, nuther; ’n’ as to feelin’—wall, -sumtimes I feel ’s if I’d ben a-livin’ right on -frum the beginnin’ ov things. My age, which ’s -about the one solid fact I kin freeze onter now’days,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_353"></a>[353]</span> -is thutty-two. Yew won’t b’lieve it, of course; but -thet’s nothin’ ter what ye <em>will</em> hear, ef yew wait -awhile.</p> - -<p>“What I’m goin’ ter tell ye happened—lemme see—wall, -I doan’no—mebbe two, mebbe four er five -year sence. I wuz mate of a pearlin’ schooner -b’longin’ ter Levuka, lyin’ daouwn to Rotumah. -Ware we’d ben workin’ the reef wuz middlin’ deep—deep -’nuf ter make eour b’ys fall on deck when -they come up with a load, ’n’ lie there like dead -uns fer ’bout ten minnits befo’ they k’d move ag’in. -’Twuz slaughterin’ divin’; but the shell wuz thick, -’n’ no mistake; ’n’ eour ole man wuz a hustler—s’long’s -he got shell he didn’t vally a few dern -Kanakers peggin’ eout neow ’n’ then. We’d alost three -with sharks, ’n’ ef ’twan’t thet th’ b’ys wuz more -skeered of old Hardhead than they wuz of anythin’ -else I doan reckon we sh’d a-got any more stuff thet -trip ’t all. But ’z he warn’t the kind er blossom to -play any games on, they kep’ at it, ’n’ we ’uz fillin’ -up fast. The land was ’bout ten mile off, ’n’ they -wuz ’bout fifty, er mebbe sixty fathom water b’tween -the reef we wuz fishin’ on ’n’ the neares’ p’int. -Wall, long ’bout eight bells in the afternoon I uz -a-stannin’ by the galley door watchin’ a Kanaker -crawlin’ inboard very slow, bein’ ’most done up. -Five er six ov ’em uz hangin’ roun’ ’bout ter start -below agen, ’n’ th’ ole man uz a-blarsfemion gashly -at ’em fer bein’ so slow. Right in the middle of his -sermont I seed ’im go green in the face, ’n’ make a -step back from the rail, with both hans helt up in -front ov ’im ’s if he uz skeered ’most ter de’th. ’N’ he<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_354"></a>[354]</span> -wuz, too. There cum lickin’ inboard after him a -long grey slitherin’ thing like a snake ’ith no head -but a lot uv saucers stuck onto it bottom up. ’N’ -befo’ I’d time ter move, bein’ ’most sort er paralised, -several more ov the dern things uz a-sneakin’ around -all over the deck. The fust one got the skipper good -’n’ tight ’ith a round turn above his arms, ’n’ I saw -him a-slidin’ away. The schooner wuz a-rollin’ ’s if -in a big swell—which there warn’t a sign of, ’s I c’d -see. But them snaky grey things went quicker ’n’ -thinkin’ all over her, ’n’ befo’ yew c’d say ‘knife’ -every galoot, includin’ me, wuz agoin’ ’long with ’em -back to where they’d come from.</p> - -<p>“Say, d’yew ever wake up all alive, ’cep’ yew -couldn’ move ner speak, only know all wuts goin’ on, -’n’ do the pow’flest thinkin’ ’bout things yew ever did -in yer life? Yes, ’n’ that’s haow I wuz then. When -thet cold gristly sarpint cum cuddlin’ roun’ me, ’n’ -the saucers got onto me ’s if they’d suck out me very -bow’ls, I’d a gi’n Mount Morgan ter died; but I -couldn’t ev’n go mad. I saw the head ov the Thing -them arms b’long’d ter, ’n’ ’twuz wuss ’n the horrors, -’cause I wuz sane ’n’ cool ’n’ collected. The eyes -wuz black, ’n’ a foot or more across, ’n’ when I looked -into ’em I see meself a-comin’.”</p> - -<p>He was silent for a minute, but shaking as if -with palsy. I laid my hand on his arm, not -knowing what to say, and he looked up wistfully, -saying, “Thenks, shipmate; thet’s good.” Then -he went on again.</p> - -<p>“The whole thing went back’ards, takin’ us -along; ’n I remember thinkin’ ez we went of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_355"></a>[355]</span> -the other Kanakers below thet hedn’t come back. -I he’rd the bubbles ’s each of us left the sunshine, -but never a cry, never another soun’. The -las’ thing I remember seein’ ’bove me wuz th’ -end of the schooner’s mainboom, which wuz -guyed out to larberd some, ’n’ looked like a big -arm struck stiff an’ helpless, though wishful to -save. Down I went, that clingin’ snaky coil -round me tighter ’n my skin. But wut wuz -strangest ter me wuz the fact that not only I -didn’t drown, but I felt no sort er disconvenience -frum bein’ below the water. ’N’ at last when -I reached the coral, though I dessay I looked -corpse enough, ’twuz only my looks, fur I felt, -lackin’ my not bein’ able ter move, breathe, er -speak, ez peart ’n’ fresh ez I dew naow. The -clutch thet hed ben squeezin’ me so all-fired -tight begun to slack, ’n’ I felt more comf’ble; ’n’ -ef ’t ’adn’t ben fer the reck’lection uv them eyes -’n’ thet berryin’-groun’ ov a mouth, I doan’no -but wut I might ha’ been a’most happy. But I -lay thar, with the rest uv my late shipmates, sort -er ready fer consumpshun, like the flies in the -corner of a spider’s web; ’n’ thet guv me a -pow’ful heap ov a bad time.</p> - -<p>“After a while the quiet of the place begun -ter breed strange noshuns in my hed—jest like -’s if I wuz dreamin’, though wide awake ’s ever I -wuz in all my life. I jest ’peared to be ’way -back at the beginnin’ uv things, befo’ they wuz -anythin’ else but water, ’n’ wut life there wuz in -them early days hed ter dew ’ithout air er sun er<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_356"></a>[356]</span> -light. I’d read the Bible some—not ter say -frequent, ’n’, bein’ but a poor skollar, Jennersez -wuz ’bout ’s fur ’s I got. But onct a Blue-nose -I uz shipmates with wuz pow’ful fond uv one er -the Bible yarns he called the Book of Jobe, ’n’ -he use’ ter read thet off ter me ’twell I nearly -got it through my he’d solid. Anyway, much -ov it kem back ter me neow—bits ’beout the -foundayshons ov the world, ’n’ the boun’s ov -the sea, ’n’ suchlike.</p> - -<p>“’N’ all the time overright me in the mouth ov a -gret cave, with them res’less thutty-foot feelers ever -a-twistin’ ’n’ wrigglin’ aroun’, wuz the Thing itself, -them awful eyes jest a-showin’, like moons made ov -polished jet, in the dimness. Some ov my shipmates -wuz gone, the skipper among ’em; but some, -like me, wuz layin’ quiet ’n’ straight; while all -about us the fish, ov every shape ’n’ size, wuz -a-gliden’ slow ’n’ stealthy, like as if ever on the watch -’gainst some enemy er anuther.</p> - -<p>“It seemed so long I laid thar thet I felt able to -remember every bush ’n’ bough ov coral, every -boulder, that in queerest shapes yew ever see lay -scattered aroun’. At last, never havin’ quite los’ -sight of thet horrible ungodly Thing in the cave -yander, I see It kem eout. I never knowed thar -wuz a God till then. Sence thet time, whenever I -hear some mouthy critter <em>provin’</em> ez he calls it, -poor child! thet ther ain’t, ’n’ cain’t be, any God, -I feel thet sorry fer him I c’d jest sail right in ’n’ -lam the foggy blether out’n his fool-skull. But ez -I wuz a-sayin, eout kem the Thing till I see the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_357"></a>[357]</span> -hull gret carcass ov It, bigger ’n the bigges’ sparm -whale I ever see, jest a haulin’ ’n’ a warpin’ along -by them wanderin’ arms over the hills ’n’ hallers -ov the reef t’ords me. It floated between me ’n’ -wut light ther wuz, which wuz suthin’ ter be thankful -fer, fer I’d a gi’n my life ter be able to shet my -eyes from it ’n’ wut wuz comin’. It hung right -over me, ’n’ I felt the clingin’ suckers closin’ all -aroun’ me, when all of a sudden they left me ag’in. -The gret black shadder moved ter one side ’n’ -daown through that clear water cum a sparm whale, -graceful ’n’ easy’s an albacore. I never thought -much of old squar’head’s looks before, but I’m -tellin’ ye, <em>then</em> he looked like a shore-nough angel -’longside thet frightful crawlin’ clammy bundle of -sea sarpients.</p> - -<p>“But I hedn’t much time ter reflec’, fer thet -whale had come on bizness, ’n’ ther wa’n’t any percrastinatin’ -’bout him. When he got putty cluss up -to the Thing that wuz backin’ oneasily away, he -sorter rounded to like a boat comin’ ’longside, only -’sted ov comin’ roun’ he come over, clar he’d over -flukes. His jaw wuz hangin’ daown baout twenty -foot with all the big teeth a shinin’, ’n’ next I knew -he’d got thet gol-durned Thing in his mouth with a -grip right behin’ them awful Eyes. Roun’ come -the tangle of arms like the sails of a windmill lacin’, -clutchin’, tearin’ at the whale’s head. But they -might so well hev hugged the Solander Rock. It -made no sorter diffrunce ter him, ’n’ his jaw kep’ -on workin’ fer all it wuz worth a-sawin’ off the -tremenjus he’d of the Thing. Then the light went<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_358"></a>[358]</span> -eout. My gosh! thet water wuz jest turned inter -ink, ’n’ though yew c’d feel the sway ’n’ swirl ov -thet gret struggle like the screw race ov some big -liner ther wa’n’t nothin’ ter be seen. So I reckon -the Thing I’d been puzzlin’ ter fine a name fer wuz -jest the Gret Mogul ov all the cuttle-fish, ’n’ bein’ -kinder hard prest wuz a-sheddin’ the hull contents -ov his ink-tank.</p> - -<p>“Wall, I wuz sorter int’rested in this mush ’n’ -very much wanted ter see it through, but thet satisfacshun -wuz denied me. All the churnin’ ’n’ -thrashin’ went on jest above me in pitch-dark ’n’ -grave-quiet. Bimeby the water ceased to bile aroun’ -’n’ got clearer, till after a while I c’d see gret -shadders above movin’ swiffly. The sea took on -anuther colour quite femiliar ter me, sorter yaller, -a mixin’ ov red ’n’ blue. Funniest thing wuz the -carm way I wuz a takin’ ov it all, jest like a man -lookin’ out’n a b’loon at a big fight, er a spectayter -in a g’lanty show hevin’ no pusnal concern in the -matter ’t all. Presently sneakin along comes a white -streak cluss ter me. Long befo’ it touched me I -knew it fer wut it wuz, ’n’ then I wuz in de’dly -fear less the hope uv life after all sh’d rouse me -eout uv thish yer trance or whatever it wuz. ’Twuz -a whale-line frum some whaleship’s boat a-fishin’ -overhe’d. It kem right to me. It teched me ’n’ -I felt ’s’if I must come to ’n’ die right there ’n’ -then. But it swep’ right under me, ’n’ then settled -daown coil after coil till I wuz fair snarled erp in -it. By this time the water’d got so soupy thet I -could’n’ see nothin’, but ’twa’n’t long befo’ I felt<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_359"></a>[359]</span> -myself a-risin’—eout uv the belly uv Hell ez -Jonah sez.</p> - -<p>“Up I kem at a good lick till all uv a sudden I -sees God’s light, smells His air, ’n’ hears voices uv -men. Gosh, but wa’n’t they gallied when they see -me. Blame ef I did’n’ half think they’d lemme go -ag’in. The fust one ter git his brains ter work wuz -the bow oarsman, a nigger, who leaned over the -gunnel, his face greeny-grey with fright, ’n’ grabbed -me by the hair. Thet roused the rest, ’n’ I wuz -hauled in like a whiz. Then their tongues got ter -waggin’, ’n’ yew never heard so many fool things -said in five minutes outside er Congress.</p> - -<p>“It didn’ seem ter strike any ov ’em thet I -moutn’t be so very dead after all, though fortnitly -fer me they conclooded ter take me aboard with -’em. So I laid thar in the bottom ov the boat -while they finished haulin’ line. Ther wuz a clumsy -feller among ’em thet made a slip, hittin’ me an -ugly welt on the nose as he wuz fallin’. Nobody -took any notice till presently one ov ’em hollers, -‘Why dog my cats ef thet corpse ain’t got a nosebleed.’ -This startled ’em all, fer I never met a -galoot so loony ez ter think a de’d man c’d bleed. -Hows’ever they jest lit eout fer the ship like sixty -’n’ h’isted me aboard. ’Twuz er long time befo’ -they got my works a-tickin’ ag’in, but they done it -at last, ’n’ once more I wuz a livin’ man amon’ -livin’ men.</p> - -<p>“Naow ov course yew doan’ b’lieve my yarn—yew -cain’t, tain’t in nacher, but, young feller, thar’s -an all-fired heap o’ things in the world that cain’t<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_360"></a>[360]</span> -be beleft in till yew’ve ’speriunced ’em yerself thet -’s trew’s gospel fer all thet.”</p> - -<p>I politely deprecated his assumption of my disbelief -in his yarn, but my face belied me, I know; -so, bidding him “S’long” with a parting present of -my plug of tobacco (it was all I had to give), I left -him and by the failing light made all speed I could -back to my ship.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_361"></a>[361]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BY_WAY_OF_AMENDS">BY WAY OF AMENDS</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Hans Neilsen</span> was a big Dane, with a great -wave of blond beard blowing from just below -his pale blue eyes, and a leonine head covered -with a straw-coloured mane. Although he was -a giant in stature he was not what you would -call a fine figure of a man, for he was round-shouldered -and loosely jointed. And besides these -things he had a shambling, undecided gait and a -furtive side-long glance, ever apparently searching -for a potential foe. Yet with all his peculiarities -I loved him, I never knew why. Perhaps it was -the unfailing instinct of a child—I was scarcely -more—for people whose hearts are kind. He was -an A.B. on board of a lumbering old American-built -ship owned in Liverpool and presently bound -thence to Batavia. I was “the boy”—that is to -say, any job that a man could possibly growl -himself out of or shirk in any way rapidly filtered -down to me, mine by sea-right. And in my -leisure I had the doubtful privilege of being body -servant to eighteen men of mixed nationalities and -a never-satisfied budget of wants. Of course she -wasn’t as bad as a Geordie collier, the old <i>Tucson</i>. -I didn’t get booted about the head for -every little thing, nor was I ever aroused out of -a dead sleep to hand a fellow a drink of water<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_362"></a>[362]</span> -who was sitting on the breaker. Nevertheless, being -nobody’s especial fancy and fully conscious of -my inability to take my own part, I was certainly -no pampered menial.</p> - -<p>They were a queer lot, those fellows. Nothing -strange in that, of course, so far, remembering -how ships’ crews are made up nowadays, but -these were queer beyond the average. In the -first place no two of them were countrymen. -There were representatives of countries I had till -then been ignorant of. The “boss” of the fo’c’s’le -was a huge Montenegrin, who looked to my excited -fancy like a bandit chief, and used to talk -in the worst-sounding lingo I ever heard with -Giuseppe from Trieste and Antone from Patras. -Louis Didelot, a nimble black-avised little <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">matelot</i> -from Nantes, was worst off for communication -with his shipmates, not one of whom could speak -French, but somehow he managed to rub along -with a barbarous compound of French, Spanish, -and English. Neilsen chummed, as far as an -occasional chat went, with a swarthy little Norwegian -from Hammerfest (I believe he was a -Lapp), whose language did not seem to differ much -from Danish. The rest of the crew were made -up of negroes from various far-sundered lands, -South American hybrids including one pure-blooded -Mexican with a skin like copper, a Russian and -two Malays. That fo’c’s’le was Babel over again, -although in some strange manner all seemed to -find some sufficient medium for making themselves -understood. On deck of course English (?) was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_363"></a>[363]</span> -spoken, but such English as would puzzle the -acutest linguist that ever lived if he wasn’t a -sailor-man too. Nothing could have borne more -conclusive testimony to the flexibility of our noble -tongue than the way in which the business of -that ship was carried on without any hitch by -those British officers and their polyglot crew. And -another thing—there were no rows. I have said -that Sam the Montenegrin (Heaven only knows -what his name really was) was the boss of the -fo’c’s’le, but he certainly took no advantage of -his tacitly accorded position, and except for the -maddening mixture of languages our quarters were -as quiet as any well-regulated household.</p> - -<p>But as long as I live I shall always believe that -most, if not all, of our fellows were fugitives from -justice, criminals of every stamp, and owing to -the accident of their being thus thrown together -in an easy-going English ship they were just enjoying -a little off-season of rest prior to resuming -operations in their respective departments when -the voyage was over. I may be doing them an -injustice, but as I picked up fragments of the -various languages I heard many strange things, -which, when I averaged them up, drove me to the -conclusion I have stated. From none of them, -however, did I get anything definite in the way -of information about their past except Neilsen. -He spoke excellent English, or American, with -hardly a trace of Scandinavian accent, and often, -when sitting alone in the dusk of the second dog-watch -on the spars lashed along by the bulwarks,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_364"></a>[364]</span> -I used to hear him muttering to himself in that -tongue, every now and then giving vent to a -short barking laugh of scorn. I was long getting -into his confidence, for he shrank from all society, -preferring to squat with his chin supported on -both hands staring at vacancy and keeping up an -incessant muttering. But at last the many little -attentions I managed to show him thawed his attitude -of reserve towards me a little, and he permitted -me to sit by his side and prattle to him of my -Arab life in London, and of my queer experiences -in the various ways of getting something to eat -before I went to sea. Even then he would often -scare me just as I was in the middle of a yarn by -throwing up his head and uttering his bark of -disdain, following it up immediately by leaving me. -Still I couldn’t be frightened of him, although I -felt certain he was a little mad, and I persevered, -taking no notice of his eccentricities. At last we -became great friends, and he would talk to me -sanely by the hour, when during the stillness of -the shining night-watches all our shipmates, except -the helmsman and look-out man, were curled up -in various corners asleep.</p> - -<p>So matters progressed until we were half-way -up the Indian Ocean from St. Paul’s. One night -in the middle watch I happened to say (in what -connection I don’t know), “It’s my birthday to-day. -I’m thirteen.” “Why, what day is it den?” -he said listlessly. “The 25th of June,” I replied. -“My God! my God!” he murmured softly, burying -his face in his hands and trembling violently. I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_365"></a>[365]</span> -was so badly scared I could say nothing for a few -minutes, but sat wondering whether the moon, -which was literally blazing down upon us out of -the intense clearness above, had affected his weak -brain. Presently he seemed to get steadier, and -I ventured to touch his arm and say, “Ain’t you -well, Neilsen? Can I get you anythin’?” There -was silence for another short spell. Then he -suddenly lifted his head, and said, not looking at -me, but straight before him, “Yes, I vill tell him. -I must tell him.” Then, still without looking at -me, he went on—“Boy, I’m goin’ t’ tell ye a yarn -about myself, somethin’ happened to me long time -ago. Me an’ my chum, a little Scotch chap, was -’fore de mast aboard of a Yank we’d shipped in -in Liverpool. She wuz a reg’lar blood-boat. -You’ve herd o’ de kind, I ’spose, no watch an’ -watch all day, everythin’ polished ’n painted till -you c’d see y’r face in it ’low and aloft. Ole man -’n three mates alwas pradin’ roun’ ’ith one han’ -on their pistol pockets ’n never a ’norder give widout -a ‘Gaw-dam-ye’ to ram it down like. I tell ye -wot ’tis; sailors offen tawk ’bout hell erflote, but -der ain’t menny off ’em knows wot it means, leest -not nowdays. I’ve sailed in de packets, the -Westerun oshun boats I mean, under some toughs, -’fore steam run ’em off, an’ I ’low dey wuz hard—forrard’s -well’s aft—but, boy, dey wuz church, -dey wuz dat, ’longside the ’<i>Zekiel B. Peck</i>. W’y! -dey tort nuttin’, nuttin ’tall, ov scurfin’ ye way -frum de wheel, you a doin’ yer damdest too, ter -pint her troo d’ eye ov a needle, ’n lammin’ th’<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_366"></a>[366]</span> -very Gawdfergotten soul out ov yer jest ter keep -der ’and in like. I wuz a dam site biggern dose -days den I am now, fur I wuz straight ez a spruce -tree ’n limber too, I wuz; but I got my ’lowance -reglar ’n took it lyin’ down too like de rest. ’N -so I s’pose ’twoud a gone on till we got to ’Frisco -an’ de blood-money men come and kicked us out -ov her as ushal. Only suthin’ happend. Seems -ter me suthin’s alwus a happenin’ wot ye ain’t -recknd on, but sum things happen like ’s if de -devil jammed a crowbar inter ye somewheres ’n -hove de bes’ part of ye inter hell wile de rest ov -ye goes a grubbin’ along everlastingly lookin’ fer -wot ye lost an’ never findin’ it. Well,’twuz like -dis; we wuz a creepin’ along up de coast ov -Lower California, de weadder bein’ beastly, nuttin’ -but one heavy squall on top of anoder, ’n de wind -a flyin’ all round de compass. It wuz all han’s, -all han’s night’n day, wid boot ’n blayin’ pin ter -cheer us up, till we wuz more like a crowd o’ -frightend long-shoremen dan a crew o’ good sailor-men. -One forenoon,’bout seven bells, we’d ben -a shortenin’ down at de main ’n wuz all a comin’ -down helter-skelter, de mate n’ tird mate standin’ -by in the skuppers as ushal to belt each man as -he touched de deck fer not bein’ smarter. I come -slidin’ down de topmast backstays ’n dropped on to -de deck jest be’ind de mate as Scotty, my chum, -landed in front ov him. De mate jest let out and -fetched Scotty in the ear. Pore ole chap, he -flung up his arms, ’n spoutin’ blood like a whale, -dropped all ov a heap in his tracks. I don’t<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_367"></a>[367]</span> -rightly know how ’twuz, but next ting I’d got de -mate (’n he wuz nearly as big as Sam) by de two -ankles, a swingin’ him roun’ my head ’sif he wuz -a capsan-bar. He hit sometin’, I spose it wuz -de topsl-halliard block, ’n it sounded like a bag -ov eggs. De rest ov de purceedins wuz all foggy -like to me, ’cept dat I was feelin’ ’bout as big ’n -strong as twenty men rolled inter one ’n I seemed -ter be a smashin’ all creation into bloody pieces. -I herd de poppin’ ov revolver shots in hunderds, -but I didn’t feel none ov ’em. Presently it all -quieted down ’n dere wuz me a settin’ on de deck -in de wash ov de lee scuppers a nursin’ Scotty -like a baby ’n him a lookin’ up at me silly-like. -The ship was all aback an de rags ov most ov -the canvas wuz slattin’ ’n treshin’ like bullock -whips, while long pennants of canvas clung to de -riggin’ all over her. I put Scotty down ’n gets -up on my feet to hev a look roun’. De deck was -like a Saladero, dead bodies a lyin’ about in all -directions. Seein’ Scotty standin’ up holdin’ on ter -de pin-rail I sez to him, ‘Scotty, what in hell’s de -matter, hev we ben struck by lightnin’?’ He jest -waggled his head ’sif he wuz drunk ’n sez, ‘Yes, -chum, I guess we hev. Ennyhow I’m glad ter see -it’s hit de right ones.’ ’N den he laughed. ‘Sounded -like breakin’ dishes it did.’ Well, I begun to git -scared ’cause I couldn’t sort it out at all, until -some ov de other fellers come from somewhere, -’n we sot down along de spars while dey told -me, all de while keepin’ deir eyes on me, ’n lookin’ -’s if dey wuz ready to git up and scoot if I moved.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_368"></a>[368]</span> -It ’peared I’d simply sailed in ’sif I’d ben made of -iron, ’n slaughtered dem officers right an’ left with -nottin’ but me bare hands ’n takin’ no more -notice of deir six-shooters dan if dey’d ben pea-guns. -I wonderd wot made me feel so stiff an’ -sore here and dere, seems I’d got two or tree -bullets plugged inter me while we wuz playin’ de -game. ’N right in de dick of it, down comes a -reglar hurrikin squall ketchin’ her flat aback ’n -rippin de kites offn her ’sif dey wuz paper. Most -o’ de fellers, seein’ de hand I had, chipped in, ’n -two ov em laid quiet ’longside ov de der corpses. -It wuz a reglar clean sweep. All tree mates, carpenter, -and stooard, <em>an’</em> de ole man, blast him, wuz -dead, ’n dey said I’d killed em all. Well, I cou’dn’t -conterdickt em, but somehow I didn’t feel s’if ’twas -true, I didn’t feel bothered a bit about it, ’n as ter -feelin’ sorry—why I wuz just as contented as a -hog in a corn-bin. But sometin’ had ter be done -fer we none of us tought de late officers ov de -’<i>Zekiel B. Peck</i> wort hangin’ fur, so we made shift -to run her in fur de land, due East. When we -got widin twenty mile ov it we pervisioned a -couple ov boats an’ set fire to her, waitin’ till she -got well a goin’, ’n den lowerin ’n pullin’ fur de -beach. We didn’t take nuttin’ but some grub, dere -warnt a pirut among us, an we ’ranged ter separate -soon’s we got ashore, after we’d smashed de boats -up. It come off all right, ’n me and Scotty wandered -up country till we got steady work on a ranch (sort -o’ farm) an’ we ’lowed we wouldn’t never go to -sea no more. We wuz very happy for ’bout a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_369"></a>[369]</span> -year until Scotty begun ter weaken on me. He’d -picked up wid some gal at a place a few mile -off ’n I wuz out of it. He useter leave me alone -night after night, knowin’ he wuz all de world ter -me, knowin’ too det I’d gin a good many men’s -blood fer his’n. Last we fell out, ’n after a many -words ’d been slung between us, he upn and call -me a bloody murderer. ’Twuz all over in a second, -’n I wuz nussin’ him in my arms agen like I did -once before, but his head hung over limp, his -neck wuz broke. ’N I ben talkin’ to him ever -sence ’n tellin’ him how I’d gin forty lives ef I -had’m ter see him chummy wit me agen, but I -never get no answer.”</p> - -<p>He stopped, and almost immediately “eight bells” -struck. I went below and slept my allotted time, -waking at the hoarse row of “Now then you -sleepers, seven bells,” to get the breakfast in. -The morning passed in humdrum fashion, the wind -having dropped to almost a dead calm. After -dinner I was looking over the side at the lovely -cool depths smiling beneath, and the fancy suddenly -seized me to have a dip, as I had often done -before, although never in that ship. I could swim, -but very little, so I made a bowline in the end -of a rope, and making it fast so that about a -couple of fathoms would trail in the water, I -stripped in the chains, slipped the bowline over -my head and under my arms, and slid down into -the sea. It was just heavenly. But I found the -ship was slipping along through the water just a -little. So much the better. Putting my left arm<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_370"></a>[370]</span> -out like an oar I sheered away from the side -until the rope that held me was out straight, and -there was a wide gap of blue between me and -the black hull of the ship. I was enjoying myself -in perfect fashion when suddenly I saw a huge -black shadow stealing upward from under the -ship’s bottom towards me, and immediately, my -bowels boiling with fear, I lost all my strength, my -arms flew up and I slipped out of the loop. I -heard a splash, and close beside me an awful -struggle began while I lay in full possession of -all my senses, just floating without motion. Neilsen -had sprung into the sea and seized the shark by -the tail, being all unarmed. Suddenly I felt the -coils of a rope fall upon me, and with a sense of -returning life I clutched them, and was presently -hauled on board. I must have fainted, for when -I again realised my surroundings Neilsen was lying -on deck near me, a wide red stream creeping -slowly down from him to the scuppers. Opening -his eyes as I staggered to my feet, he said feebly, -“Dis’ll pay, won’t it, boy?” and died.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_371"></a>[371]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MYSTERY_OF_THE_SOLANDER">THE MYSTERY OF THE “SOLANDER”</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Towering</span> in lonely majesty for two thousand feet -above the blue waters of Foveaux Strait, the mighty -mass of the Solander Rock seems to dominate that -stormy region like some eternal sentinel set to hail -the coming of the flying fleets of the northern hemisphere -to the brave new world of New Zealand. -To all appearance it is perfectly inaccessible, its -bare weather-stained sides, buffeted by the tempests -of ages, rising sheer from a depth of hundreds of -fathoms without apparently a ledge or a crevice -wherein even a goat could find precarious foothold. -Not that landing would be practicable even were -there any jutting shelves near the water’s edge; -for exposed as the rock is to the full range of the -Southern Ocean, it must perforce meet continually -with the effects of all the storms that are raging -right round the southern slopes of this planet of -ours, since there is absolutely nothing to hinder -their world-engirdling sweep in those latitudes. Even -when, as happens at rare intervals, the unwearying -west wind stays for a brief space its imperial -march to meet the rising sun, and the truce of -storm and sea broods over the deep in a hush like -the peace of God, the glassy bosom of the ocean -still undulates as if with the throbbing of earth’s<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_372"></a>[372]</span> -heart, a pulse only to be timed by the horology -of Creation. That almost imperceptible upheaval -of the sea-surface, meeting in its gliding sweep with -the Solander Rock, rises in wrathful protest, the -thunders of its voice being audible for many miles; -while torn into a thousand whirling eddies, its -foaming crests chafe and grind around the steadfast -base of the solitary mountain, in a series of -overfalls that would immediately destroy any vessel -of man’s building that became involved therein. -And this in a stark calm. But in a gale, especially -one that is howling from Antarctica to Kerguelen—from -Tristan d’Acunha to the Snares—over the -most tremendous waste of waters this earth can -show, then is the time to see the Solander. Like -a never-ending succession of mountain ranges with -snowy summits and gloomy declivities streaked with -white, the storm waves of the Southern Sea come -rushing on. Wide opens the funnel of Foveaux -Strait before them, fifty miles from shore to shore -at its mouth, and in its centre, confronting them -alone, stands the great Rock. They hurl themselves -at its mass, their impact striking a deeper note than -that of the storm; as if the foundations of the -earth were jarred and sent upward through all her -strata a reply to the impetuous ocean. Baffled, -dashed into a myriad hissing fragments, the sea -recoils until the very root-hold of the rock is revealed -to the day, and its strange inhabitants blink -glassily at the bright glare of the sun. Then are -the broken masses of the beaten wave hurled aloft -by the scourging wind until the topmost crag<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_373"></a>[373]</span> -streams with the salt spray and all down the -deeply-scored sides flows the foaming brine. So -fierce and continuous is the assault that the Rock -is often invisible, despite its huge mass, for hours -together, or only dimly discernible through the -spindrift like a sombre spectre, the gigantic spirit of -the storm. Only the western face of the Solander -is thus assaulted. For to the eastward the Straits -narrow rapidly until at their outlet there is but -two or three miles of open water. Therefore that -side of the Rock is always comparatively peaceful -above high-water mark. During the fiercest storm, -the wind, meeting this solid obstruction, recoils -from itself, making an invisible cushion of air all -around the mountain, within the limits of which it -is calm except on the side remote from the wind, -where a gentle return breeze may be felt. But -down below a different state of things prevails. -The retreat of the mighty waves before that immovable -bastion drags after them all the waters -behind it, so that there is created a whirlpool that -need fear no comparison with the Maelström. Its -indraught may be felt at a great distance, and -pieces of wreckage are collected by it until the -tormented waters are bestrewn with débris twirling -in one mad dance about those polished cliffs.</p> - -<p>It is therefore easy to understand why the Solander -Rock is left lonely. Passing merchantmen give -it a wide berth, wisely judging the vicinity none -too safe. Fishermen in this region there are none. -Only the whalers, who knew the western end of -Foveaux Straits as one of the most favourite haunts<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_374"></a>[374]</span> -of the sperm whale, cruised about and about it -for weeks and months at a stretch, like shadowy -squadrons of a bygone day irresistibly held in a -certain orbit by the attraction of the great Rock -and doomed to weave sea-patterns around it for -ever. One by one they have disappeared until now -there are none left, and the Solander alone keeps -the gate.</p> - -<p>Now at a certain period of a long voyage I once -made as a seaman on board a South Sea “Spouter,” -it befell that we descended from the balmy latitudes -near the Line, where we had been cruising for -many months with little success, to see whether -better luck might await us on the stormy Solander -“ground.” From the first day of our arrival there -the old grey mountain seemed to exercise a strange -fascination upon the usually prosaic mind of our -elderly skipper. Of romance or poetic instinct he -did not seem to possess a shade, yet for many an -hour he would lean motionless over the weather -rail, his keen eyes steadily fixed upon the sphinx-like -mass around which we slowly cruised. He -was usually silent as if dumb, but one morning -when we were about ten miles to the westward of -the Rock, I happened to be at the wheel as the -sun was rising. The skipper was lolling over the -quarter, pipe in mouth, his chin supported upon -his left hand, apparently lost in thought. Suddenly -the dark outlines of the Rock became illuminated, -the abrupt angles of its crags took on a shimmering -haze of tenderest glow, while from the jagged -summits a lovely coronal of radiant colour shot<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_375"></a>[375]</span> -forth delicate streamers into the clear morning sky. -Towards us from the Rock’s black base crept a -mighty sombre shadow whose edges were so dazzling -in brilliance as to be painful to look upon. As this -marvellous picture caught my dull eyes I held my -breath, while a strange tightening of the skin over -my head bore witness to the awe I felt. Then the -skipper spoke, unconscious I believe that he was -uttering his thoughts aloud—“Great God! haouw -merv’llous air Thy works. The hull airth an’ the -sea also ez full o’ Thy glory.” There was utter -silence again while the glow deepened into blazing -gold, crimson lances radiated from the central dark -into the deep blue around until they mellowed off -into emerald and violet, and then—the culminating -point of the vision—the vast fervent disc of the -sun crowned the mountain with a blaze of ineffable -splendour.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile we were steadily nearing the Rock, -and as the wind freed a point or two we headed -straight for its centre, the vessel being close-hauled -on the starboard tack. The bright day came full -circle, the ordinary everyday duties of the ship -began, but still the skipper moved not, still I steered -directly for the mountain’s broad base. I noted -several curious glances cast by the two busy officers, -first at the Rock and then at the motionless skipper, -but they offered no remarks. Nearer and nearer -we drew until a great black space opened up in the -centre of the huge cliffs, looking like some enormous -cave extending far into the heart of the mountain -as we rapidly lessened our distance from it,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_376"></a>[376]</span> -and what was at first only a supposition became -a certainty—that enormous mass of rock was hollow. -At last when we were within a mile of it the skipper -ordered me to keep her away a couple of points, -and had the yards checked in a little. Then, binocular -in hand, he mounted to the main-top and -gazed long and earnestly into the gloom of that -tremendous cavern, whose floor was at least fifty -feet above high-water mark. In and out of it flew -a busy company of sea-birds, their snow-white -wings gleaming brightly against the dark background. -We were so close now that we could -hear the sullen murmur of the restless waters -about the base of those wall-like cliffs, and even -with the unassisted eye could see a considerable -distance within. Much anxiety began to be manifested -by all except the skipper, for everybody -knew well how strong an inset is always experienced -in such positions. And as we got dead to -leeward of the rock we lost the wind—it was shut -off from us by that immense barrier. All hands -were now on deck, and as “eight bells” was struck -the crisp notes came back to us with startling -distinctness from the innermost recesses of the great -cavern. It was undoubtedly a trying moment for -us all, for we did not know what was going to -happen. But the old man descended leisurely, -saying to the mate as his foot touched the deck, -“I’d give five hundred dollars to be able to look -round that ther hole. Ef thar ain’t suthin’ on-common -to it I’m a hoss.” “Wall, Cap’n,” answered<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_377"></a>[377]</span> -Mr. Peck, “I guess one o’ these yer Kanakas ’d -hev’n all-fired hard dig at it fur a darn sight less -’n that. But doan’ ye think we mout so well be -gittin’ a bit ov’n offin’? I’m er soshibul man m’self, -’n thet’s a fack, but I’ll be gol durned ef I wouldn’t -jest ’s lieve be a few mile further away ’s not.” -As he spoke the reflex eddy of the wind round the -other side of the rock filled our head sails and -we paid off to leeward smartly enough. A sensation -of relief rippled through all hands as the good -old tub churned up the water again and slipped -away from that terribly dangerous vicinity.</p> - -<p>The old man’s words having been plainly heard -by several of us, there was much animated discussion -of them during that forenoon watch below -to the exclusion of every other topic. As many -different surmises were set afloat as to what the -mystery of that gloomy abyss might be as there -were men in our watch, but finally we all agreed -that whatever it was the old man would find a way -to unravel it if it was within the range of human -possibility. A week passed away, during which the -weather remained wonderfully fine, a most unusual -occurrence in that place. A big whale was caught, -and the subsequent proceedings effectually banished -all thoughts of the mystery from our minds for -the time; but when the ship had regained her -normal neatness and the last traces of our greasy -occupation had been cleared away, back with a -swing came the enthralling interest in that cave. -Again we headed up for the rock with a failing air<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_378"></a>[378]</span> -of wind that finally left us when we were a scant -two miles from it. Then two sturdy little Kanakas, -who had lately been holding interminable consultations -with each other, crept aft and somehow made -the old man understand that they were willing to -attempt the scaling of that grim ocean fortress. -Their plan of campaign was simple. A boat was -to take them in as close as was prudent, carrying -three whale lines, or over 5000 feet. Each of -them would have a “Black fish poke” or bladder -which is about as big as a four-gallon cask, and -when fully inflated is capable of floating three men -easily. They would also take with them a big coil -of stout fishing-line which when they took the water -they would pay out behind them, one end being -secured to the boat. Thus equipped, they felt confident -of being able to effect a landing. Without -hesitation, such was his burning desire to know -more about that strange place, he accepted the -brave little men’s offer. No time was lost. In less -than a quarter of an hour all was ready, and away -went the boat, manned by five of our best men -and steered by the skipper himself. She was soon -on the very margin of safety, and without a moment’s -hesitation away went the daring darkies. Like seals -they dodged the roaring eddies, as if amphibious, -they slacked off their bladders and dived beneath -the ugly combers that now and then threatened to -hurl them against the frowning face of the rock. -Suddenly one of them disappeared entirely. We -thought he had been dashed to pieces and had<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_379"></a>[379]</span> -sunk, but almost immediately the other one vanished -also. Hardly a breath was drawn among us, our -hearts stood still. The skipper’s face was a study -in mental agony. Silently he signed to us to pull -a stroke or two although already we were in a -highly dangerous position. What we felt none of -us could describe when, sending all the blood -rushing to our heads, we heard an eldritch yell -multiplied indefinitely by a whole series of echoes. -And there high above our heads on the brink of -the cave stood the two gallant fellows apparently -frantic with delight. A big tear wandered reluctantly -down each of the skipper’s rugged cheeks as he -muttered “Starn all,” and in obedience to his order -the boat shot seaward a few lengths into safety. -Thus we waited for fully an hour, while the two -Kanakas were invisible, apparently busy with their -explorations. At last they appeared again, holding -up their hands as if to show us something. Then -they shouted some indistinct words which by the -gestures that accompanied them we took to mean -that they would now return. Again they disappeared, -but in less than five minutes we saw them battling -with the seething surf once more. Now we could -help them, and by hauling steadily on the fishing-lines -we soon had them in the boat and were -patting their smooth brown backs. They said that -they had found a sort of vertical tunnel whose -opening was beneath the water, which they had -entered by diving. It led right up into the cave, -which was of tremendous extent, so large, in fact,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_380"></a>[380]</span> -that they had not explored a tenth of it. But not -far from its entrance they had found the bones -of a man! By his side lay a sheath-knife and a -brass belt buckle. Nothing more. And the mystery -of the Solander was deeper than ever. We never -again attempted its solution.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_381"></a>[381]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="OUR_AMPHIBIOUS_ARMY">OUR AMPHIBIOUS ARMY</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Once</span> more the logic of events is compelling the -attention of all and sundry to the fact, hardly -realised by the great majority of people, that in -the personnel of the Navy we have a force of -warriors that on land as well as at sea have not -their equals in the world. The overwhelming preponderance -of our naval power deprives these -magnificent men of the opportunity to show an -astounded world what they are capable of on their -own element; how they can handle the terrible -engines of war with which modern engineering -science has equipped them; but in spite of the -fact that as a nation we know little of the doings -of our new Navy upon the sea, there is undoubtedly -a solid simple faith in its absolute pre-eminence. -Like the deeds of all true heroes, the work of our -sailors is done out of sight; there are no applauding -crowds to witness the incessant striving after -perfection that goes on in our ships of war. We -rarely see a company of bluejackets ashore unless -we have the good fortune to live at some of the -ports favoured by men-o’-war. There, if we feel -interested, we may occasionally get a glimpse of a -drill-party landed, and watch the way in which -Jack handles himself and his weapons freed from -the hampering environment of his ship’s decks. And<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_382"></a>[382]</span> -to those who enjoy the spectacle of a body of men -at the highest pitch of physical development, clothed -in garments that permit the utmost freedom of -limb, and actuated every one by an intelligent desire -after perfection, the sight is worth any trouble to -obtain. Really, it is “heady” as strong wine. To -the dash and enthusiasm of public-school boys the -men unite an intense pride in their profession and -an intellectual obedience that is amazing to the -beholder.</p> - -<p>Yet it should be remembered that shore-drill is -for them only a small interlude, an occasional -break in the constant stream of duties that claims -every unit on board of a man-o’-war throughout -each working day. There is so very much to do -in the keeping up to perfect fitness of the vast -complication of a modern ship of war that only -the most careful organisation and apportionment of -duties makes the performance possible. But sandwiched -in between such routine work comes so -great a variety of marine evolutions that the mind -is staggered to contemplate them. It would be -well for all landsmen reading of the doings of a -Naval Brigade ashore to remember this—to bear -in mind that if Jack excels as a soldier, preparation -for which duty is made in the merest fag-ends and -scraps of his time, he is superexcellent in the performance -of his main business, which he does in -the privacy of the sea, with only the approval of -his superior officers—and his pride in the British -Navy—to encourage him. How would it be possible -to convey to the lay mind the significance of even<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_383"></a>[383]</span> -one of these complicated evolutions that are sprung -upon Jack at all sorts of times without a moment’s -warning? How reveal the significance of such a -manifestation of readiness for all emergencies as is -shown by, say, the bugle-call “Prepare for action”? -The ship is in a state of normal peace. Every -member of the crew is engaged either upon such -private matters as making or mending clothes, -school-room duties, or other domestic relaxations -peculiar to a watch below; or on the never-ending -work of cleaning steel and brass, &c., that must -be done whatever goes undone. At the first note -of alarm every one springs to attention, before -half the tune has vibrated they are swarming like -bees round an overturned hive, and by the time -that any ordinary individual would have realised -the import of the command the whole interior of -the ship is transformed. Great masses of iron that -look immovable as if built into the hull have disappeared, -every aperture whereby water could gain -access below is hermetically sealed, each subdivision -of the ship is isolated by water-tight doors, and -from hidden depths with ponderous clangour is -rising the food for the shining monsters above. -The racks are stripped of revolvers and cutlasses, -the mess-traps and tables have disappeared from -the lower deck, and, showing all her teeth, the -mighty weapon of war is ready for the foe. If the -watchful head of affairs has noted with satisfaction -the number of minutes absorbed in this general -upheaval of things, his word or two of approval -circulates with electric swiftness from fighting-top<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_384"></a>[384]</span> -to torpedo-flat; should he frown darkly upon a -few seconds’ delay, there is gloom on all faces and -frantic searching of heart among those who may be -held responsible therefor.</p> - -<p>For be it noted that the perfunctory leisurely -performance of any duty is unthinkable in the -Navy. The Scriptural injunction, “Whatsoever thy -hand findeth to do, do it with thy might,” is fully -acted upon there, not only by command, but with -the gleeful co-operation of those commanded. And -hence it is that whenever a Naval Brigade is called -upon for service ashore, their behaviour is such as -to call for wonder and admiration even from those -who know least about the difficulties they overcome. -Their high spirits, the frolicsome way in which -they attack the most tremendous tasks, compel -even their bitterest enemies to bear witness in -their favour, while hardships that would disable -or dishearten landsmen only seem to heighten their -enjoyment. It has often been said that during one -of our West African campaigns the conduct of the -Naval Brigade in one peculiar direction was unique. -Orders had been given that in consequence of the -danger of lying on the ground every man should -collect a sufficient pile of brushwood upon which -to raise his body while he slept. To the rank-and-file -of the Army this duty, coming at the end of a -fatiguing day’s march, was a terrible one, although -it was practically their only safeguard against disease. -They wandered wearily about in the darkness seeking -sticks for their couch, and trying all kinds of -dodges to evade the salutary regulation. But Johnny<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_385"></a>[385]</span> -Haul-taut thought it fine fun. Not only was his -pile of sticks collected in double-quick time, but -he was noways backward in lending a helping hand -to his less adaptable march-mates of the Army, and -after that he had still so much superfluous energy -to spare that he must needs dance a great deal -before retiring to rest, flinging himself about in -uproarious merriment while tired soldiers were still -seeking material for their couches.</p> - -<p>Amid all the revenges that time affords the sons -of men, could there be anything more dramatic -than that exemplified by the relative positions of -soldier and sailor to-day? Recall the infant days -of the Navy, when the sailor was looked upon as -a base mechanic, one degree perhaps better than -the galley-slave who, chained to the oar, enacted -the part of machinery whereby the warship was -brought into action, and lived or died as it might -happen without ever having a say in the matter -or an opportunity for self-defence. Picture the -proud mail-clad warriors striding on board the -ships, hardly deigning to notice the mariners who -trimmed the sails and handled the vessels—mere -rope-haulers, coarse and uncouth, destitute of any -military virtues, and only fit, indeed, to be the -humble attendants upon the behests of warlike -men. Think of the general taking command of a -fleet, fresh from leaguers and pitched battles ashore, -and giving his orders to the ships as to a troop -of horse. And then remember the great change -in the relations of soldier and sailor now. Not -only is the sailor a man of war from his youth<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_386"></a>[386]</span> -up, but all his training tends to bring out resourcefulness, -individuality, and self-reliance, not only in -the officer but in the humblest seaman. Without -in the least intending the very slightest disparagement -to our gallant and able Army officers—men -who have proved their ability as well as their -courage on so many battlefields—it may be permissible -to quote the recent words of a first-class -petty officer, a bos’un’s mate on board of one -of her Majesty’s ships, who said: “There ain’t a -General livin’ as can handle a fleet, but I’ll back -e’er a one of our Admirals to handle an army -agenst the smartest General we’ve got.” He probably -meant an army of sailors, for the behaviour -of even the finest troops would hardly satisfy the -ideas of smartness held by an Admiral. He has -been taught to expect his men to combine the -characteristics of cats, monkeys, game-cocks, and -bulldogs, with a high order of human intelligence -to leaven the whole. Remembering all this, it -would be interesting to know, if the knowledge -were to be had, the history of the struggle that -resulted in the sailor throwing off the rule of the -soldier at sea. That it was long and bitter, admits -of no doubt, for it has left its traces even now, -traces that it would, perhaps, be invidious to point -out. Foreign critics sneer at most things English, -and institute unfavourable comparisons, but it is -gratifying to note that such comparisons are never -made between the British naval officer and any -other warriors soever. The task would, indeed, be -an ungrateful one for any critic attempting it in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_387"></a>[387]</span> -the hope of proving shortcomings on the part of -these splendid sailors—well, perhaps the word -“sailors” will hardly fit them now. The handling -of ships still forms an important part of their -manifold duties, but when one realises what their -scientific attainments must be in order to discharge -all those duties, it becomes quite a mental problem -how ever the naval officer of to-day manages to -know so much at such an age as he usually is -when he becomes a Lieutenant. That he does -manage it we all know, and not only so, but, -instead of shrivelling up into a sapless, spectacled -student, he retains a sparkling boyishness of demeanour, -a readiness for fun and frolic of all kinds -that is contagious, making the most morbid visitor -admitted to intimate acquaintanceship with the life -of a warship feel as if the weight of years had -suddenly been lifted from him.</p> - -<p>With that keen insight which always characterises -him, Mr. Kipling has noted in marvellous language -what he terms the almost “infernal mobility” of a -battleship’s crew—how at a given signal there -suddenly bursts from her grim sides a fleet of -boats, warships in miniature, each self-contained -and full of possibilities of destruction. The sight -of “Man and arm boats” simultaneously carried -out in less than a dozen minutes by every ship in -a squadron, the sudden mobilisation of an army -numbering between two and three thousand perfectly -equipped sinewy men in whose vocabulary -the word “impossible” has no place, is one that -should be witnessed by every thoughtful citizen who<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_388"></a>[388]</span> -would understand the composition of our first line -of defence. Better still, perhaps, that he should -see the operation performed of transhipping guns, -such guns as those landed by the tars of the -<i>Powerful</i> and used with such effect at Ladysmith. -One would like to know for certain whether it is -true, as reported, that her 6-inch rifles were landed -as well as the 4.7 guns. The latter were a handful, -no doubt, but the former! They are twenty feet -long, they weigh seven tons, and have a range of -11,000 yards;—penetration at 1000 yards, 11.6 inch -of iron. Yet it is reported that some of these pretty -playthings were landed by the bluejackets, mounted -on carriages designed by one of their officers and -built by the ship’s artificers, and taken up country -into action. Truly a feat worthy of Titans.</p> - -<p>Is it any wonder that Jack is proud of his shore-fighting -record? Wherever and whenever he has -been permitted to join in the work of the Army -he has made his mark so deeply that he has come -to be looked upon as indispensable, invincible. His -effervescent humour never seems to desert him, as -the following anecdote, told the writer recently, -fairly well illustrates. It was at Gingihlovo, and the -Naval Brigade was face to face with an apparently -overwhelming force of Zulus, numbers of whom -were armed with rifles. The sailors were reserving -their fire, only sending an occasional volley when -a favourable opportunity presented itself. Forth -from the Zulu host stepped a warrior laden with -an ancient firearm, which he calmly mounted upon -a tripod in the open, while the sailors looked on<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_389"></a>[389]</span> -admiring his pluck, but wondering much what he -was proposing to do. At last one jovial tar suggested -that their photographs were going to be -taken, and, by common consent, no shots were -sent at the supposed photographer. Having loaded -his piece with great deliberation, the Zulu primed -it, sighted, and, leaning hard against its breech, he -fired. The recoil—for the thing was much overloaded—knocked -him head over heels backward, -while a great roar of laughter went up from the -delighted sailors. He sat up looking hurt and -dazed, and then, the amusement over, he, along -with a suddenly charging <i lang="zu" xml:lang="zu">impi</i> of his countrymen, -were annihilated by a volley from the steadily -aimed pieces of the little cheerful band of bluejackets.</p> - - -<p class="pfs90 p3 bold">THE END</p> - - -<p class="pfs80 p4">Printed by <span class="smcap">Ballantyne, Hanson & Co.</span><br /> -Edinburgh & London</p> - - -<hr class="fulla pg-brk" /> - - -<p class="pfs120 bold">NEW 6/- NOVELS, SPRING 1901</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i399" style="max-width: 3.75em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_399.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<div class="blockquotz"> -<p class="bold hang4">WILLOWDENE WILL</p> -<p class="pad2">By <span class="smcap">Halliwell Sutcliffe</span>, -Author of “Ricroft of Withens,” &c. &c. -With Illustrations.</p> - - -<p class="bold hang4">A PATCHED UP AFFAIR</p> -<p class="pad2">By <span class="smcap">Florence Warden</span>, Author of “The House on the Marsh,” -“The Master Key,” &c.</p> - - -<p class="bold hang4">THE STRANGE WOOING OF MARY BOWLER</p> -<p class="pad2">By <span class="smcap">Richard Marsh</span>, Author of “The Beetle,” “The Seen and the -Unseen,” &c.</p> - - -<p class="bold hang4">THE MASTER PASSION</p> -<p class="pad2">By <span class="smcap">Bessie Hatton</span>.</p> - - -<p class="bold hang4">A HONEYMOON IN SPACE</p> -<p class="pad2">By <span class="smcap">George Griffith</span>, Author of “Valdar,” “Rose of Judah,” &c.</p> - - -<p class="bold hang4">THE INVADERS</p> -<p class="pad2">By <span class="smcap">Louis Tracy</span>, Author of “The Final War.” With Illustrations.</p> - - -<p class="bold hang4">THE SENTENCE OF THE COURT</p> -<p class="pad2">By <span class="smcap">Headon Hill</span>, Author of “The Plunder Ship,” “The Zone of -Fire,” &c.</p> - - -<p class="bold hang4">THE TAPU OF BANDERAH</p> -<p class="pad2">By <span class="smcap">Louis Becke</span> and <span class="smcap">Walter Jeffery</span>.</p> - - -<p class="bold hang4">A ’VARSITY MAN</p> -<p class="pad2">By <span class="smcap">Inglis Allen</span>.</p> - - -<p class="bold hang4">AMONG THE REDWOODS</p> -<p class="pad2">By <span class="smcap">Bret Harte</span>, Author of “From Sandhill to Pine.”</p> - - -<p class="bold hang4">’TWIXT DEVIL AND DEEP SEA</p> -<p class="pad2">By Mrs. <span class="smcap">C. 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