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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Morley Ashton, Volume 1 (of 3) - A Story of the Sea - -Author: James Grant - -Release Date: December 20, 2020 [EBook #64080] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MORLEY ASHTON, VOLUME 1 (OF 3) *** - - - - -Produced by Al Haines - - - - - -</pre> - - -<h1> -<br /><br /> - MORLEY ASHTON:<br /> -</h1> - -<p class="t2"> - A Story of the Sea.<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> - BY<br /> -</p> - -<p class="t2"> - JAMES GRANT,<br /> -</p> - -<p class="t3"> - AUTHOR OF "THE ROMANCE OF WAR," "FAIRER THAN A FAIRY," ETC.<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> - In Three Volumes<br /> -<br /> - VOL. I.<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> - LONDON:<br /> - TINSLEY BROTHERS, 8, CATHERINE STREET, W.C.<br /> - 1876.<br /> - [<i>All rights reserved.</i>]<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t4"> - CHARLES DICKENS AND EVANS,<br /> - CRYSTAL PALACE PRESS.<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t3b"> - CONTENTS.<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER I.<br /> - <a href="#chap01">The Blind Goddess</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER II.<br /> - <a href="#chap02">Laurel Lodge</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER III.<br /> - <a href="#chap03">Cramply Hawkshaw</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER IV.<br /> - <a href="#chap04">Rivalry</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER V.<br /> - <a href="#chap05">Suspicion</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER VI.<br /> - <a href="#chap06">For the Last Time</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER VII.<br /> - <a href="#chap07">The Rejection</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER VIII.<br /> - <a href="#chap08">Morley and Hawkshaw</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER IX.<br /> - <a href="#chap09">Alarm</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER X.<br /> - <a href="#chap10">Poor Ethel</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XI.<br /> - <a href="#chap11">Darkness made Light</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XII.<br /> - <a href="#chap12">On board the good Ship "<i>Hermione</i>," of London</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XIII.<br /> - <a href="#chap13">Acton Chine</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XIV.<br /> - <a href="#chap14">The Rescue</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XV.<br /> - <a href="#chap15">An Old Shipmate</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XVI.<br /> - <a href="#chap16">Under the Tropic of Capricorn</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XVII.<br /> - <a href="#chap17">Second Hearing</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XVIII.<br /> - <a href="#chap18">Rio de Janeiro</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XIX.<br /> - <a href="#chap19">Ethel amid the Atlantic Isles</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XX.<br /> - <a href="#chap20">Moonlight on the Sea</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XXI.<br /> - <a href="#chap21">The Story of a Brave Boy</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XXII.<br /> - <a href="#chap22">Zuares and the Shark</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XXIII.<br /> - <a href="#chap23">Hawkshaw's Old Friends</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XXIV.<br /> - <a href="#chap24">Up Anchor</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XXV.<br /> - <a href="#chap25">The Suspicious Sail</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XXVI.<br /> - <a href="#chap26">The Strange Island</a><br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - CHAPTER XXVII.<br /> - <a href="#chap27">The Hermit</a><br /> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap01"></a></p> - -<p class="t2"> -MORLEY ASHTON. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER I. -<br /><br /> -THE BLIND GODDESS. -</h3> - -<p> -It was the evening of one of the last days of spring, -when that delightful season is blending with the -approaching summer, and when the sun was setting -on one of those green and fertile landscapes which -we find nowhere but in England, that a young man -paused upon the crest of the eminence which overlooks, -from the southward, the beautiful little vale -and sequestered village of Acton-Rennel, and, with -a kindling eye and flushing cheek, surveyed the -scene and all its features, on which he had not -gazed for what now seemed a long and weary lapse -of time. -</p> - -<p> -Morley Ashton—for it was he whom we introduce -at once to the reader—was a handsome and active -young fellow, with a lithe and well-knit figure, -somewhat above the middle height; but he was thin -and rather sallow in face, as if wasted by recent -sickness or suffering. -</p> - -<p> -His short-shorn hair and well-pointed moustache, -together with the general contour of his head, -suggested the idea of a soldier, and yet no soldier -was he. -</p> - -<p> -Forethought and penetration were perceptible in -the form and lines of his brow; his keen, bright, -but contemplative eyes, and the shape of his lower -jaw, betokened firmness, decision, and courage; and -well did Morley Ashton require them all, for these -pages, and the course of our story, which opens at -no remote date, but only a very short time ago, will -show that he had a very desperate game to play. -</p> - -<p> -Tanned by warmer suns than those which shine -in his native England, his complexion was dark, -and, at times, there was a keen, bold restlessness in -his eyes, which seemed to indicate that he had seen -many a far and foreign shore, and many a danger -too, since last he stood by the old Norman cross on -Cherrywood Hill, and looked on the vale and village -of Acton-Rennel. -</p> - -<p> -In Morley's dress—a stout grey tweed suit—there -was nothing remarkable; but a large and well-worn -courier-bag, slung by a broad strap across his right -shoulder, seemed to indicate that he was travelling, -and dust covered his boots; yet he had only walked -some four miles or so from the nearest station on -the London and North-Western line. -</p> - -<p> -As he looked upon the landscape, where the cowslips -were spotting the meadows; where the wild rose -was blooming, and the yellow gorse was flowering -by the hedgerows; where the cherry and apple trees -were in full blossom by the wayside; the landscape, -so rich in its foliage and greenery; so calm in -aspect, with the square tower of its Norman church, -stunted in form and massed with ivy, darkly defined -against the flush of the western sky; the little -parsonage, secluded among plum and apple trees, -over which its clustered chimneys and quaint old -gables peeped; the thatched village, buried amid -coppice, wild hops, wild flowers, and ivy; the -fertile uplands, where the wavy corn would soon -be yellowing under the genial summer sun; and, -stretching in the distance far away, the wooded -chase, the remains of a great Saxon forest, whence -comes the name of our village, Æctune, or -Oaktown-Rennel, whose leafy dingles have echoed many a -time to the horn of William Rufus, ere he fell by -Tyrrel's arrow; the landscape, where the voice of -the cuckoo rose at times from the woodlands, with -the occasional lowing of the full-fed herd, winding -homeward "slowly o'er the lea." As he gazed on all -this, we say, a sigh of pleasure escaped from Morley -Ashton, for it was long since he had beheld such a -scene, or one that had so much of England and of -home in all its placid features. -</p> - -<p> -Save a glimpse of the distant ocean, rippling and -shining in the sunset, through a rocky opening or -chasm, known as Acton Chine—terrible in the -annals of wreckers and smugglers—the landscape -might have seemed in the very heart of England; -but on the ocean, "our water-girdle," Morley turned -his back, for of late he had tasted quite enough of -spray and spoondrift, having just landed in the -Mersey, after a long and perilous voyage. -</p> - -<p> -He passed the old church with its deep grey -buttresses, and older yew trees; its picturesque -Lykegate, footstile, and gravelled path, that wound -between the grassy mounds and lettered stones; he -passed the village, with its alehouse and -well-remembered sign-board; and then he struck into -the long green lane that lies beyond—the lane in -which Dick Turpin robbed the rector. -</p> - -<p> -All was very calm and still. -</p> - -<p> -The merry voices of some little roisterers, who -swung with frantic glee upon a paddock gate, soon -died away in the distance; the wheel of the rustic -mill had ceased to turn, and the water flowed -unchafed along its narrow race; even the hum of the -honey bee had died away, as it had gone laden to -its home, and soft and almost holy thoughts would -have stolen into Morley's heart, at such a time and -place and sober sunset, but for the keen anxiety that -made him hasten on—the anxiety that love and long -absence had created, and verses that he had -somewhere read occurred to him with painful truth:— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Ah! not as once!—my spirit now<br /> - Is shadowed by a dull cold fear,<br /> - Nor Spring's soft breath that fans my brow<br /> - Nor Spring's sweet flowers my breast can cheer.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Oh, Spring! sweet Spring! if Heaven decree<br /> - My term of life to be so brief,<br /> - That joy I would afar but see,<br /> - But taste the bitter cup of grief."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -While proceeding, he looked frequently and eagerly -around him; for now every old gnarled beech that -overhung the path, and every meadow gate brought -back some stirring thought or tender memory. -</p> - -<p> -The flush in the western sky was bright, so he -shaded his eyes with his hand (though whilom -accustomed to more cloudless skies and brighter suns -than ours), as if looking for some expected person. -</p> - -<p> -At last an irrepressible exclamation of joy escaped -him, as a hat and feather, and a female figure there -was no mistaking, met his eye. -</p> - -<p> -He flourished his wide-awake hat, and then quickened -his pace, as a little parasol was waved in reply. -</p> - -<p> -In a minute more his arms were around a young -girl, who rushed forward, panting and breathless, to -meet him, and his lips were pressed to hers in a -long and silent kiss. -</p> - -<p> -"Ethel, my own, own Ethel, at last—at <i>last</i>!" -he exclaimed, in a voice rendered tremulous by -excess of emotion; but the young girl for some time -was unable to reply. She could but sob upon his -breast in the fulness of her joy. -</p> - -<p> -There was a long and tender pause, during which -their lips, though silent, were busy enough, perhaps, -for "Love," says some one, "is a sting of joy, but -a heartache for ever!" -</p> - -<p> -"I knew, dear Ethel, that you would come to -meet me," said Morley, "if my letter arrived in -time to inform you of the train by which I would -leave Liverpool." -</p> - -<p> -"Where you landed last night—only last night—and -this evening you are here," she exclaimed. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, Ethel; but poorer than when I left -England," said the young man sadly; "poorer than -when I left you," he replied, drawing her arm -through his, but still retaining her hand, with both -of his folded over it;—"and now tell me how are -all at Laurel Lodge. Your papa——" -</p> - -<p> -"Is quite well." -</p> - -<p> -"And your sister Rose—merry little Rose?" -</p> - -<p> -"Well, blooming, and lively as ever." -</p> - -<p> -"Why did she not come to meet me too? My -letters have told you, Ethel, that after enduring the -misery of three years' exile on the Bonny River, -wearily waiting and toiling, transacting the sale of -camwood, ivory, and palm oil, for my owners in -Liverpool, and often enduring the frightful fever of -that pestilent place——" -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, my poor dear Morley, how it has thinned -and wasted you!" said Ethel, looking at him -tenderly through her tears. -</p> - -<p> -"I have been compelled to return, almost broken -in health, and what is worse, perhaps, in a worldly -sense, well-nigh penniless, Ethel, to look for other -work at home. But tell me something of yourself, -dearest!" -</p> - -<p> -"What can I say?—what can I tell you, Morley, -for here, at Laurel Lodge, each day that passes is so -like its predecessor?" -</p> - -<p> -"How will Mr. Basset—how will your father, -welcome me?" asked Morley, anxiously. -</p> - -<p> -"Most kindly, Morley." -</p> - -<p> -"You think so, still," continued the young man. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes. All the more kindly that you have not -been favoured by fortune; papa is most generous," -replied Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -Morley did not feel quite persuaded of this, but replied: -</p> - -<p> -"Bless him and you for this assurance, darling. -Oh, Ethel, how charming your sweet English face -seems to me! Do you know, dearest, that for three -whole years I have never seen a white woman or a -red cheek? But you have not told me about -Rose—no husband yet?" -</p> - -<p> -"She has lovers in plenty, and Jack Page is her -adorer," said Ethel smiling; "but there is enough -time for Rose to think of marrying. Besides——" -but Miss Basset paused and sighed. -</p> - -<p> -"True; she is two years younger than you, Ethel. -But our marriage, my love, seems far, far off indeed. -Oh, farther than ever! Your father——" -</p> - -<p> -"Will welcome you warmly, of that be assured, but——" -</p> - -<p> -"But what, Ethel? Something weighs upon -your mind." -</p> - -<p> -"Many misfortunes have come upon him, -misfortunes which we could never have foreseen." -</p> - -<p> -"In your two last letters, you hinted something -of losses in London speculations." -</p> - -<p> -"Yes; and consequently, he has come to the -resolution of leaving Acton-Rennel—leaving dear -Laurel Lodge, where since childhood we have been -so happy." -</p> - -<p> -"Leaving Laurel Lodge!" exclaimed Ashton. -</p> - -<p> -"Leaving England itself, Morley," said Ethel, as -her fine eyes became suffused with tears again. -</p> - -<p> -"England!" repeated Morley Ashton, breathlessly, -and growing very pale indeed. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes; did you not get my letter, in which I -told you that papa had been appointed to a vacant -judgeship in the Isle of France, and that in two -months or less from this time we shall sail for that -distant colony?" -</p> - -<p> -"No—no! I hear all this now for the first time." -</p> - -<p> -"Papa will tell you all about it," continued Ethel, -weeping on her lover's shoulder. "He has been -appointed one of the three judges in the supreme -civil and criminal court of the island." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, what fatality is this!" exclaimed Morley -Ashton, mournfully, as he struck his hands -together; "have I returned to England, but to be -more than ever an exile, and to learn that you are -going where you must school yourself to forget -me?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, do not say so, Morley!" implored Miss Basset. -</p> - -<p> -"All is ended now," replied her lover; "on earth -there is nothing more for me." -</p> - -<p> -"Or <i>me</i>!" said Ethel, upbraidingly. -</p> - -<p> -"True; in the selfishness of my own love and -grief, I forget yours." -</p> - -<p> -The girl's tears fell fast, and he held her locked -to his breast; for there was no eye on them in that -sequestered lane, where the evening star, sparkling -like a diamond set in amber, alone looked on them. -</p> - -<p> -After a pause: -</p> - -<p> -"See, Morley," said the girl, with a lovely smile, -as she drew her ribbon from her bosom; "our split -sixpence!" -</p> - -<p> -"Here is the other half, dear Ethel. I used to -carry it at my watch-guard, but seals and charms -are dangerous gear among the black fellows of the -Bonny River, who want every trinket they see, so I -thought it safer where your lock of hair lay—next -my heart. It was a happy hour in which you gave -me that dear lock, my sweet Ethel." -</p> - -<p> -"It was on an evening in summer, when we sat -yonder by the old stile at the churchyard. How -often have I wished to live that hour over again!" -sighed his companion. -</p> - -<p> -"And, sweet one, so we shall in reality, as I have -often done in my day-dreams, when far, far away -from this dear home and you; but this approaching -separation crushes the heart within me, and destroys -all hope for the future." -</p> - -<p> -"Take courage, Morley, though I have none," -said the young girl, while still her tears fell fast. -</p> - -<p> -Ah me! a split sixpence is of small value, yet -here it was riches, for it embodied the hopes, the -future, and was all the world to two young and -loving hearts! -</p> - -<p> -"Amid the pestilent swamps and mangrove -creeks of West Africa, where, from September to -June, the steamy malaria rises like smoke in the -sunshine, baleful," said Morley, "and laden with -disease and death, O Ethel, my thoughts were with -you! There, while engaged in the stupid and -monotonous task of daily bartering old muskets, nails, -and buttons, powder, rum, and tobacco, for -palm-oil, camwood, ivory, lion-skins, and gorgeous -feathers, bartering, cajoling, and often browbeating -the hideous and barbarous savages of Eboe and -Biafra, for our house in Liverpool, the hope of being -reunited to you alone sustained and inspired me. -In my wretched hut, built of stakes, roofed with -palm-leaves, and plastered with mud, or on board -the river craft, where we always sleep at some -seasons, and during the horrors of the fever which -left me the wreck of myself, it was your memory -alone that shed light and hope around me. And -there was one terrible night, when the breathless -air was still and heavy, and when a green slime -covered all the ripples of the rotten sea, while my -pulse was as fleet as lightning, and my brain was -burning, and when I thought that certainly I must -soon die, my old friend Bartelot—you have often -heard me speak of Tom Bartelot, of Liverpool—conveyed -me to his brig, which rode at her moorings -inside Foche Point, and he actually cured me, -merely by talking for hours of you, Ethel, and of -our meeting again—cured me, when, perhaps, the -doctor's doses failed. And now, Ethel, poor though -I am, broken in spirit, and crushed in hope—this -hour, this moment, and these kisses, dearest, reward -me for all, all—toil, danger, suffering, and hoping -against hope itself!" -</p> - -<p> -As he spoke he pressed Ethel Basset again to his -breast in a long and passionate embrace, and a -bright, happy, and lovely smile spread over the -face of the young girl. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap02"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER II. -<br /><br /> -LAUREL LODGE. -</h3> - -<p> -To a certain extent the conversation in the -preceding chapter must have served to inform the -reader of the relative positions and prospects of -those whom, without much preamble, we have -introduced—to wit, the hero and heroine of our story. -</p> - -<p> -Morley Ashton was the only son of a once wealthy -merchant, whose failure and death had left -him well-nigh penniless, to push his fortune in the -world as he best could. Thus, as agent of a -Liverpool house, he had been, as he stated, broiling for -the last three years on the western coast of Africa, -with what success the reader has learned from his -conversation with Ethel Basset, to whom he had -now been engaged for four years. -</p> - -<p> -Ethel was now somewhere about her twentieth -year, and though her face was not, perhaps, of that -kind which is termed strictly beautiful, it would be -difficult to say wherein a defect could be traced. -</p> - -<p> -Her features were regular, and, though somewhat -pensive in expression, her occasionally sparkling -and piquant smile relieved them from that insipidity -which frequently is the characteristic of a perfectly -regular face. -</p> - -<p> -Though, in addition to singing, riding, and waltzing -to perfection, she could play rather a good stroke -at billiards, and make a good shot at the archery -butts, her manner was gentle and graceful, her -mind intelligent, and she improved on acquaintance, -for few could converse with Ethel Basset for -half-an-hour without being somehow convinced that she -was lovely. -</p> - -<p> -Her taste in dress was excellent, and one felt that -from her little gloved hand, or, rather, from her -smoothly-braided hair to the little heels of her kid -boots, Ethel was a study. -</p> - -<p> -Her mother's death had early inducted her into -the cares and mystery of housekeeping, and made -her thoughtful, perhaps, beyond her years. -</p> - -<p> -Mr. Scriven Basset, her father, was a kind and -warm-hearted, but somewhat easy-tempered man. -In early life he had practised successfully as a -barrister in London, where he had contracted a wealthy -marriage. After this event he had retired to Acton-Rennel, -and there, for the last eighteen years or so, -his life had passed quietly and happily. -</p> - -<p> -His tastes were elegant, but expensive; thus his -villa of Laurel Lodge was fitted up in a style of no -ordinary splendour, and to part with the elegancies -by which he was surrounded would cost some pangs -when the time came. -</p> - -<p> -Since a pecuniary change had come upon his -affairs, and as he had procured, by the friendship of -the M.P. for Acton-Rennel, a legal colonial -appointment, all his household goods must be scattered. -He knew this, and that there was no help for it: -save his dead wife's portrait, and a few equally dear -"lares," all must "come to the hammer," as he -phrased it, when he and his two girls sailed for their -new home in the tropics. -</p> - -<p> -He knew that poor Morley Ashton and his -daughter, Ethel, had loved each other in early -youth, when the prospects of the former were fair, -and his "expectations" unexceptionable; and, -though reverses came which blasted these, and -rendered a marriage unadvisable, strange to say he -did not separate them. -</p> - -<p> -This was but a part of his easy disposition, and he -permitted them to correspond, in the hope that, by -absence, their mutual regard would gradually die -away, as the mere fancy of a boy and girl. -</p> - -<p> -But fortune ordained it otherwise. -</p> - -<p> -Had Morley come home with wealth (three years -on the Bonny River will scarcely serve to acquire -that), he could have had no objections to their -marriage; but there would be many now that -Morley had come home poor. -</p> - -<p> -Mr. Basset knew, moreover, that Morley, as his -last letter had informed Ethel, was to visit them at -Laurel Lodge immediately on his return. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, well," thought the easy Mr. Basset, "a -few weeks will separate them hopelessly now, so the -poor young folks may as well be left to bill and coo -together in peace until we sail for the Mauritius, -which will be three times as far off as the Bonny -River." -</p> - -<p> -This policy was dangerous, and somewhat -questionable; but we shall see how it ended. -</p> - -<p> -Proceeding slowly hand in hand, and while such -thoughts as these passed through the mind of papa, -who, reclining in his easy-chair, was still lingering -over his wine and walnuts, watching dreamily the -last flush of the sun, that shone down the dingles of -Acton Chase, Morley and Miss Basset reached the -end of the green lane, where a handsome white gate -closed the avenue that led to Laurel Lodge. -</p> - -<p> -It was long and shady; a double row of giant -laurels, from which the villa had its name, bordered -the approach, and over these rose some venerable -sycamores, in which the lazy rooks were croaking -and cawing. -</p> - -<p> -Laurel Lodge was a house of irregular proportions, -the oldest part having been built in the middle -of the seventeenth century, had small latticed -windows, with carved mullions of red sandstone. The -modern additions had been built by Mr. Basset, and -were lofty and elegant, with large windows, some of -which opened to the gravelled walks of the garden. -</p> - -<p> -There was a handsome Elizabethan porch, surmounted, -as some thought, rather ostentatiously by -the Basset arms, a shield having three bars wavy, -supported by two unicorns, armed and collared; and -the pillars and arch of this porch, like the roof and -clustered chimneys of the older part of the edifice, -were covered with masses of dark ivy, fragrant -honeysuckle, clematis, and brilliant scarlet-runners. -</p> - -<p> -Through the vestibule beyond, with its tesselated -floor and walls, covered with fishing, riding, and -shooting appurtenances—rods, nets, boots, whips, -guns, and shot-belts—Ethel led Morley to the door -of the well-remembered dining-room, where, as we -have said, Mr. Basset was still lingering in the -twilight, over his full-bodied old port. -</p> - -<p> -Though every feature of this comfortable English -villa was known of old to Morley, after his three -years' residence in a wigwam on the banks of the -Bonny River, its aspect impressed him deeply now, -and his eyes wandered rapidly over the furniture of -carved walnut and marqueterie, inlaid with -representations of game and fruit, the crimson velvet -chairs, and old Rembrandt tables of quaint and -beautiful designs, the buhl clock on the rich marble -mantel-piece, the gorgeous vases of Sèvres and -Dresden china, the ivory puzzles and Burmese idols, -of which he had glimpses between the parted silk -and damask curtains of the drawing-room windows. -</p> - -<p> -Then there were the Brussels carpets, the grates -that glittered like polished silver, the black wolf and -dun deer skins, and the eight-light chandeliers of -crystal and Venetian bronze, with armour, pictures, -statuary, and rare books in gorgeous bindings—in -short, the tout-ensemble of Laurel Lodge, wherein -taste, wealth, luxury, and comfort, were all so rarely -and singularly combined, formed to the mind of -poor Morley a powerful contrast to the cabin of Tom -Bartelot's 200-ton brig, and to the before-mentioned -wigwam, with its roof of palm-leaves and trellised -walls of reeds and bamboo cane, through which the -mosquitoes and the malaria came together by night. -</p> - -<p> -"It is Morley, papa," said Ethel, as they entered; -"he has come by the very train we expected, and -has walked all the way from Acton station." -</p> - -<p> -"The express from Liverpool; but, ah, my dear -sir, it was not even quick enough for me. I would -have come by telegraph if I could," said the young -man, as Mr. Basset shook him warmly by the hand. -</p> - -<p> -"Welcome back to England! welcome home, -Morley!" said he. "Sit beside me, lad, and let -me see how you look! Ring for wine and more -glasses, Ethel. And so, after all your toil and -danger, worldly matters have not prospered with -you, eh?" -</p> - -<p> -"No, sir," sighed the young man, with his eyes -fixed tenderly on Ethel, who had flung her hat and -parasol on the sofa, and seated herself beside him; -"I have come back to England a poorer fellow than -when I left it." -</p> - -<p> -"I am deeply sorry for that, Morley—port or -cherry? Under the sideboard are some Marcobrunner, -Johannisberg, and Sauterne, too, I think—port -you prefer?—then the bottle stands with you. -Sorry for your sake, and the sake of others, to hear -what you say." -</p> - -<p> -As he spoke he did not glance at Ethel, who was -filling Morley's glass; so she sighed and trembled, -for it seemed, by his tone and manner, as if he still -acknowledged the fact of her engagement with -Morley Ashton, but considered it all at an end now. -</p> - -<p> -"Matters have not prospered with me, either," -said Mr. Basset, who was a healthy and florid-looking -man, nearer fifty than forty, however, but -with the dark hair already well seamed with grey; -"quite the reverse," he continued, emphatically; -"so that I cannot upbraid you with being on worse -terms with fortune than myself. You have, of -course, heard of all that has occurred?" -</p> - -<p> -"Ethel has told me all," said Morley, sadly. -</p> - -<p> -"Aye, fortune is fickle, and was well portrayed as -blind, and as Shakspere has it:— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'Will fortune never come with both hands full,<br /> - But write her fair words still in foulest letters?<br /> - She either gives a stomach and no food,—<br /> - Such are the poor in health; or else a feast,<br /> - And takes away the stomach; such are the rich,<br /> - That have abundance and enjoy it not."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"He can console himself with scraps from Shakspere, -while my heart is bursting," thought Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"And so Ethel has told you all?" resumed Mr. Basset, -cracking another walnut of the fruit which -had followed a luxurious dinner. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, sir, and in doing so has wrung the soul -within me." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Morley," said Ethel, placing her ungloved -hand kindly upon his, "do not talk so mournfully." -</p> - -<p> -"Aye, aye, lad," said Mr. Basset, thinking most of -himself, as, with his head on one side, one eye closed, -and the other admiring the ruby colour of his wine as -it shone between him and the flushed sky, "at my -age, though I am not very old, but have many settled -habits, it is hard to leave one's native country, and -to set out with these tender girls on a long, rough -voyage; but needs must—you know the rest." -</p> - -<p> -"And so Ethel and I meet again, only to be separated -for ever," exclaimed Morley, while he pressed -her hand within his own, and in a tone so mournful -that Mr. Basset, who, like every matter-of-fact -Englishman, hated scenes, as they worried him, -fidgeted in his chair, and said to Ethel: -</p> - -<p> -"Where is Rose? Has she not seen Mr. Ashton yet?" -</p> - -<p> -"She is with the captain in the conservatory, I -think." -</p> - -<p> -Morley, who disliked the formality of being termed -"Mr. Ashton," glanced at Ethel, and perceived that -a blush was burning on her cheek. -</p> - -<p> -"You did not tell me that you had a visitor," said -he. -</p> - -<p> -"We had matters of greater moment to think of, -Morley, had we not?" asked Ethel, anxiously. -</p> - -<p> -"Besides, the captain is rather more than a visitor," -observed Mr. Basset, laughing. -</p> - -<p> -"More?" said Ashton, with a sickly smile. -</p> - -<p> -"He has spent some few weeks with us," said -Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -"Weeks, Ethel?" exclaimed Mr. Basset. "Why, -girl, they have run to months now. He is the son of -one of my oldest and dearest friends—old Tom -Hawkshaw, of Lincoln's Inn—and has seen a great -deal of the world. He is a fine, free, rattling fellow, -whom I am sure you will like; at least, I hope so, as -he proposes to follow, perhaps to go with, us to the -Mauritius." -</p> - -<p> -Morley felt his heart sink, he knew not why, at -these words—or at what they imported. -</p> - -<p> -"Has there been a game playing here of which I -have been kept in ignorance?" thought he. -</p> - -<p> -There was an instinctive fear or jealousy in his -mind, and he dared scarcely to look at Ethel. When -he did so, there was a painful blush upon her cheek. -</p> - -<p> -"Do not speak of the Mauritius, my dear sir," -said he, in an agitated tone. "I cannot conceive or -realise the idea of your all being anywhere but -here—here at dear old Laurel Lodge." -</p> - -<p> -"Never mind—time soothes all things. Fill your -glass, Morley. The Mauritius possesses a splendid -climate, though it is rather hot from November to -April; and there the best of wine can be had almost -duty free. Once we are there, who can say, but I -may find you a snug appointment, my boy, and -Ethel shall write to acquaint you of it." -</p> - -<p> -Now Mr. Basset had in reality no more idea at -that moment of procuring any such post for Morley, -than of securing one for the personage who resides -in the moon, but it suited him to say so at the time; -and thus Morley, with a heart full of gratitude, -exclaimed: -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, how, sir! how shall I thank you?" -</p> - -<p> -"By working hard and industriously at home in -the meantime; by never shrinking from trouble, -nor fearing aught that is onerous." -</p> - -<p> -"Such, sir, has ever been my maxim and habit—yet -what have they availed me?" -</p> - -<p> -"With your business habits, your father's -well-known name and connections in Liverpool, your -intimate acquaintance with the west coast trade of -Africa, you cannot be at a loss to push your way -until you might join us. My friend the captain, as -I have said, perhaps goes with us. Has Ethel told -you that I am pledged to do something for him? -But Heaven alone knows what will suit him; he is -such an unsettled dog, and has been so long -accustomed to wandering ways in California, and among -scalp-hunters in Texas, the Rocky Mountains, and -everywhere else." -</p> - -<p> -All this sounded ill and unwelcome to Morley, -and served to disturb him greatly. -</p> - -<p> -His sallow cheek, long blanched by past illness, -burned redly; his eyes were hot and sad in -expression. As he drank another glass of port, he -felt the crystal rattling on his teeth, and as Ethel -watched him anxiously, her little hand stole lovingly -into his, which closed tightly upon it. -</p> - -<p> -He perceived that she had still his engagement -ring on the proper finger, but another ring—a huge -nugget-like affair, with a green stone—was there too! -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap03"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER III. -<br /><br /> -CRAMPLY HAWKSHAW. -</h3> - -<p> -Before Morley had time to think or inquire—if, -indeed, inquiry was necessary—concerning this -trinket, a lovely, laughing girl of eighteen burst -into the room, and kissed him playfully on each -cheek. -</p> - -<p> -"Rose," he exclaimed, "Rose, how you have -grown. The little girl I left behind has become -quite a woman!" -</p> - -<p> -"Why have you delayed so long, Rose?" said -Ethel, almost with annoyance. "Did you not know -who was here—that Morley had arrived?" -</p> - -<p> -"No. If so, do you think I would have delayed?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yet you have done so." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, don't be jealous," replied Rose, laughing, -though her answer unwittingly galled Morley, and -annoyed Ethel more; "we were not flirting, for the -captain was only telling me about the flowers of South -America; and I merely amuse myself with him and -Jack Page, when I can get no one else." -</p> - -<p> -Morley thought of the strange ring on Ethel's -finger, and as he caressed Rose's hand, there arose -some unpleasant forebodings in his mind; but at -that moment, as lights were brought, and tea -announced in the drawing-room, the gentleman whom -they styled "captain" entered from the conservatory, -throwing back therein the fag-end of his cigar. -</p> - -<p> -Ethel hastened to introduce him to Morley as -"Captain Cramply Hawkshaw, the son of papa's -old and valued friend." -</p> - -<p> -The captain bowed coldly to Morley, whom he -scrutinised from head to foot in a cool and rather -supercilious manner. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw was rather under than over the middle -height, and possessed a tough and well-knit figure. -He had rather a good air and bearing; but at times -his manner was absurd and swaggering, and his -features, though good and well cut, were decidedly -sinister—so much so, that his eyes had in them, -occasionally, an expression, which, to a keen -observer, was most forbidding. -</p> - -<p> -Under his light grey sack coat, he wore no waistcoat, -but had his trousers girt by a Spanish sash; a -tasselled smoking-cap, like an Egyptian tarboosh, -was placed jauntily on his thick mass of curly dark -hair. He rejoiced in a luxuriant beard and pair of -long whiskers, with which his moustaches mingled. -</p> - -<p> -He interlarded his conversation somewhat profusely -with digger terms, Spanish oaths, and Yankee -military phrases, American interjections, and -frequent allusions to bowie-knives and six-shooters, -and a pair of these weapons always figured on his -dressing-table. -</p> - -<p> -In fact, the captain seemed a character, though -scarcely worth studying; but one that must -frequently appear, more for evil than for good, in -these pages. -</p> - -<p> -At a glance, Morley perceived that he was -somewhat of a swaggering fool—perhaps worse. He -conceived an instinctive aversion for him—an -aversion, however, that seemed to be quite mutual—and -he marvelled by what idiosyncracy of his nature -Mr. Basset could tolerate, or propose to patronise, -a guest whose bearing was so questionable, and -whose presence was rendered so obnoxious to -himself, by his too-evident partiality for Ethel. -Nor was this emotion lessened when our hero -perceived, that whenever he spoke, a covert sneer -stole into the cunning eyes of the captain. -</p> - -<p> -He had been an officer, it appeared, among the -Texans, in the Partizan Rangers, or some such -distinguished corps; and like Gibbet, in the "Beau's -Stratagem," he considered "captain" a good -travelling name, and one that kept waiters, grooms, -and even railway porters in order; so he still -adhered to his regimental rank in the Partizan -Rangers, or true-blooded Six-shooters of Texas. -</p> - -<p> -He talked of scalping Red Indians, and shooting -Spanish picaroons, as if such were his daily -amusement; and when smoking out of doors, would -squat on the grass in the mode peculiar to the -Texan troopers, among whom he had undoubtedly -become a deadly shot, and a good horseman—the -only qualities he possessed. -</p> - -<p> -"Papa," said Rose, while Ethel was officiating -at the tea-urn, "I wish you to scold Captain -Hawkshaw——" -</p> - -<p> -"Why, what has he done now?—been burning -your dog's nose with his cigar—smoking it in the -drawing-room, or what?" -</p> - -<p> -"He has been laughing at our loveliest azaleas, -and saying they were only weeds." -</p> - -<p> -"In Tennessee, my dear Miss Rose, in Tennessee," -said the captain, with a deprecating -grimace, while caressing his long whiskers; "but -your namesake, the rose itself, is perhaps deemed -little better than a weed in some countries." -</p> - -<p> -"Where you have been?" inquired Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"But," continued Hawkshaw, without deigning -to hear his question, "to me—one who has seen -the luscious fruit and gorgeous flower-covered -districts of Xalappa, and of Chilpansingo, in the <i>tierras -tiempladas</i> of Mexico—there is nothing you can -show in this tame England of yours that interests you." -</p> - -<p> -"Ours," retorted Rose; "is it not yours too?" -</p> - -<p> -"Nay, nay," said the captain, shaking his head -and the tassel of his tarboosh together, "I am a -cosmopolitan." -</p> - -<p> -"And care nothing for your country?" said -Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Caramba!</i> as we say in Texas, I did so once; -but the sun shines brighter in other lands than -it does in England." -</p> - -<p> -"You will never make me think so, captain," -said Mr. Basset, pushing aside his tea-cup; "for -even now my heart sinks with deep depression at -the thought of leaving home." -</p> - -<p> -"'Tis nothing when you are used to it, -sir—positively nothing. However, you have comfortable -diggings here, and some very pretty fixings, -too," observed the captain, casting his eyes on the -mirrors, the hangings, and vases of Sèvres and -Dresden china which decorated the drawing-room; "and -thus, perhaps, don't care much about sailing in -search of 'fresh fields and pastures new,' eh, -squire?—or judge, I suppose we should call you?" -</p> - -<p> -"No, I shall leave my heart behind me in -England—in dear old Acton-Rennel. But the sooner -we are gone the better; for every day now seems -to bind me more to the place where my happiest -years have been spent," said Mr. Basset, whose -eyes grew moist as his heart filled with the memory -of the wife whom he had lain in the grave but -three years before, and with whom Morley Ashton -had been an especial favourite, for he was gentle -and lovable, yet manly withal. -</p> - -<p> -In her resting-place—under the old yew at Acton -church—he felt that she was still near, and still his; -but once away from England, the separation would -seem complete indeed. -</p> - -<p> -Half shaded and half lit by the drawing-room -lights, Ethel's beauty seemed very striking. Tall -and dark-eyed, there was something of great delicacy -in her cast of features, over which, as we have -said, a pensive shadow often rested; especially -when her white eyelids and long, dark lashes were -drooping. -</p> - -<p> -She was a girl whose whole air and manner, -expression of eye, and turn of thought, were the -embodiment of refinement; thus the conversation -and brusquerie of the digger captain were by no -means suited to her taste. -</p> - -<p> -On the other hand, Rose was somewhat of a -brown-haired hoyden; very lovely in her bursts of -wild joy and laughter; all smiles and rosy dimples, -and full of waggish expressions, in which the quieter -Ethel never indulged; so she rather enjoyed the -fanfaronades of Hawkshaw, and mimicked some of his -idioms and Spanish exclamations with great success. -</p> - -<p> -Tea over, and the piano opened, Morley hung -fondly over Ethel, who ran her white fingers over -the notes of an old and favourite air, which they had -often sung together; while the captain, with his -feet planted apart on the rich hearthrug, was -romancing, or to use his own phraseology, "bouncing -away" about the Tierra Caliente the mighty -sierras of New Mexico, and so forth, to Mr. Basset, -whose eyes were fixed on the embers that glowed -in the bright steel grate, and whose thoughts were -elsewhere. -</p> - -<p> -"Your visitor seems quite at home here—a privileged -man, in fact," said Morley. "You did not tell -me this at first, Ethel," he added, in a lower tone. -</p> - -<p> -Ethel blushed, and replied: -</p> - -<p> -"We have been so used to him that I quite forgot." -</p> - -<p> -"So used—then he has been long here." -</p> - -<p> -"Nearly three months." -</p> - -<p> -"Three months ago, Ethel, I was lying in Tom -Bartelot's cabin, off the Bonny River, in hourly -expectation of death, and with little hope of being -where I am to-night, by your side, dearest, and -listening to that old air again. And he has been -here three months?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, ever since his return from California." -</p> - -<p> -"Is he rich—this captain—what horse-marine -corps is he captain of?" continued Morley in an -angry whisper. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Morley, hush! he is not rich, poor fellow!" -</p> - -<p> -"Poor devil!" muttered Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"But he has realised something; I know not -what; though he asserts that he has come back to -us poorer than when he went away." -</p> - -<p> -"To us," replied Morley, with growing displeasure, -which he strove in vain to conceal. "Who -is he?" -</p> - -<p> -"A second cousin, or something of that kind, to -papa, and the son of his old friend, Mr. Thomas -Hawkshaw, of Lincoln's-inn. But why all these -questions?" asked Ethel, looking her lover fully -and fondly in the face. -</p> - -<p> -Morley Ashton did not reply, for he felt an -instinctive doubt and hatred of Hawkshaw: emotions -that rose within his breast he scarcely knew why or -wherefore; but, as a Scottish poet has it: -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Men feel by instinct swift as light,<br /> - The presence of the foe,<br /> - Whom God has marked in after years<br /> - To strike the mortal blow!"<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw, while talking apparently to Mr. Basset, -had his keen and sinister eyes fixed on the -couple at the piano. They seemed plainly enough to -indicate similar emotions in his breast, and to say: -</p> - -<p> -"You are one too many in my diggings, Mr. Ashton. -<i>Poco e poco</i>, I must get rid of you, my -fine fellow, at whatever risk or cost!" -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap04"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER IV. -</h3> - -<h3> -RIVALRY. -</h3> - -<p> -For a few days after Morley's arrival, he felt almost -happy—happy in the society of Ethel, though the -time when she would have to quit Laurel Lodge and -sail from England—a time of painful, and it bade -fair to be most hopeless separation—hung like a -black cloud on the horizon of their future, and, -alas! that time was not far distant now. -</p> - -<p> -In three days the air of his native England had -begun to redden Morley's cheek, but his eyes were -sad in expression, and his heart was at times -oppressed by thoughts which even Ethel's smile failed -to dispel. -</p> - -<p> -We have said the season was spring, and the last -days of April, the time of which Clare sang so -sweetly in his "Shepherd's Calendar." -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "With thee the swallow dares to come<br /> - And cool his sultry wing;<br /> - And urged to seek his yearly home,<br /> - Thy suns the martin bring.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Oh, lovely month, be leisure mine,<br /> - Thy yearly mate to be.<br /> - Though May-day scenes may lighter shine,<br /> - Their birth belongs to thee."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -All the old familiar places where Ethel and Morley -had wandered hand in hand before, they revisited -now together. -</p> - -<p> -The old green lanes of the picturesque village of -Acton-Rennel, which, with its quaint old tumble-down -houses of white-washed brick, and the black -oak beams that run through their walls at every -angle, its ivied porches and latticed windows, half -hidden by wild roses and honeysuckles, is one of the -prettiest in England, were wandered in again and -again. -</p> - -<p> -Then there was the ancient church, with its -moss-covered Lyke-gate and sequestered graveyard; the -stile near her mother's tomb, where they had -plighted their troth, and split the sixpence which -has already figured in our story; Acton Chine, a -dreadful chasm in the cliffs which overhung the sea, -where the brain grew giddy if the eye attempted to -fathom its depth, where the sea-birds wheeled and -screamed in mid-air, and where the boom of the -breakers on the rocks below came faintly to the -ear—all were visited again and again, and never -were Morley and Ethel weary of rambling by the -margin of glittering Acton Mere, where the snow-white -swans "swim double, swan and shadow," or in -Acton Chase, scheming and dreaming of a future all -their own, when he would strive to rejoin her in the -Mauritius, and fortune yet might smile upon them all. -They were too young, too loving, and too ardent -to be without such hopes and day-dreams, though -more than once Morley Ashton said: -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Ethel, I thought the time had gone for ever -when I could lose myself in a world of my own -creating." -</p> - -<p> -They spent hours together by Cherrywood Hill -and the Norman cross, where, according to old -tradition, a Crusader, lord of Acton-Rennel, when -returning from Jerusalem, had died of joy at the -sight of his English home; but no place loved they -more than stately Acton Chase. -</p> - -<p> -This is the remains of one of those grand old -English forests, where the Norman kings were wont -to hunt of old, and where the marks of King -John have been found on more than one of the -old trees when cutting them down lately. The -storms of a thousand years have scattered the -heavy foliage of these old English oaks; but every -summer their leaves are thick and heavy again, as -in the days when the wild boars whetted their -tusks upon their lower stems. -</p> - -<p> -In long rows, trunk after trunk, gnarled and -knotty, solemn, brown, and distorted, they stand -within the chase, in distance stretching far away, all -green with moss or grey with lichens, and with the -long feathery fern, which shelters the timid deer, -the fleet hare, and the brown rabbit; and where -the golden pheasant lays her eggs, waving high -around their venerable roots, some of which stretch -far into the brooks and tarns, where the heron -wades, and the wild duck swims. -</p> - -<p> -In the centre of this chase stands one vast tree -"the monarch of the wood," sturdy, old, and almost -leafless now, for its trunk has been thunder-riven. -</p> - -<p> -This is called the Shamble-oak, for thereon, when -the lover of fair Rosamond came hither to hunt with -the Norman lords of Acton-Rennel, they were wont -to hang the slaughtered deer, ere it was roasted and -washed down with Rhenish wine, in the old oak -hall of Acton Manor, a ruin now, as Cromwell's -cannon left it. -</p> - -<p> -Every tree on which, Orlando-like, Morley had -carved the name and initials of his mistress, was -sought for again; every familiar spot was revisited, -and Captain Hawkshaw found, to his rage and -mortification, two emotions which he could not at all -times skilfully conceal, that Morley was always with -Ethel, while he was left to amuse Rose, who always -teased or quizzed him, or with her companions, who -seemed to dislike him, to play chess with Mr. Basset, -to the enjoyment of a cheroot, or to his -own society, which no one envied less than himself. -</p> - -<p> -Moreover, the farewell visits of friends, and -entertainments provided for them, afforded Morley and -Ethel many opportunities of being undisturbed -together; and had it not been that the captain's -self-esteem was wounded, and his inordinate pride hurt, -by the preference which Miss Basset showed for her -old and affianced lover, Morley, he might have found -plenty of consolation, for among the visitors at -Laurel Lodge were some very attractive girls; but -Hawkshaw's mode of making himself agreeable, -even when most disposed to do so, seldom pleased. -</p> - -<p> -There was something sinister in his keen eye, and -a quaint <i>brusquerie</i> in his manner, that made ladies -instinctively shrink from him. -</p> - -<p> -"Pshaw—<i>caramba</i>," said he, on one occasion; -"it is very odd that I am always nervous when -among crinolines and crape bonnets." -</p> - -<p> -"Pray," asked Morley, with a disdainful smile, -"how comes that to pass?" -</p> - -<p> -"You forget the many years I have spent among -Red Indian squaws and brown Mexican donzellas." -</p> - -<p> -"Your nervousness should make you more choice -in your expressions," said Lucy Page, a tall, grave -friend of Ethel's, a handsome girl, with whom -Hawkshaw was walking, as they were all promenading -one evening, after tea, among the trees of -Acton Chase. -</p> - -<p> -"Though not much in the habit of receiving -advice, I shall hope to profit by yours, Miss Page," -said Hawkshaw, bowing with a malevolent smile. -</p> - -<p> -"Pardon me," continued Miss Page, colouring -under the short veil of her round hat; "I do not -presume to offer advice to so travelled a man; but, -for all that, I know a very ugly word may be veiled -in your favourite Spanish." -</p> - -<p> -The captain laughed so loudly, that the young -lady bit her lips with vexation, and Rose saucily -inquired if he were vain of his teeth. -</p> - -<p> -"I might be, if I had not seen yours, which the -father of dentists and mother of pearl might envy," -said he, with a mock reverential bow. "But we are -sparring, it seems," he said, with a slight flush on -his cheek, as Miss Page turned haughtily away and -entered into conversation with Mr. Basset. But -our officer of the Partizan Rangers was not to be -easily put down, and to prove this, he began to -whoop noisily at the cattle, which were browsing -under the trees. -</p> - -<p> -"Hah, demonio!" he exclaimed; "if I had a -lasso here, ladies, I would show you how we loop the -cattle in Texas. Many a wild bull, I have overtaken -with my horse at full gallop, and fairly tailed him." -</p> - -<p> -"What may that be?" asked Rose Basset, who -loved, as she said, "to draw the Texan warrior out." -</p> - -<p> -"Cutting the poor animal's tail off, I suppose," -suggested Miss Page. -</p> - -<p> -"Not at all," said Hawkshaw, curtly. -</p> - -<p> -"Then what is it, pray?" asked Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -"Technically, it is catching him by the tail when -at full speed, and slewing him round like a ship in -stays; that is what we call 'tailing' in Texas." -</p> - -<p> -"But to lasso?" began one of the ladies, to -whom the captain's explanation was not very lucid. -</p> - -<p> -"That is to catch Master Bull by casting a looped -rope round his horns." -</p> - -<p> -"Have you ever achieved this?" asked Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"I should think so—rather, and a great deal -more," replied the captain, almost contemptuously. -"I once caught one in midstream, when swimming -the Arroya del Colorado, a salt arm of the sea, more -than eighty yards broad, while a wild pampero (that -is, a gale of wind, ladies) was rolling the waves in -mountains up the bight; and with the same lasso, -not long after, I caught a rascally picaroon, just -about your size, Mr. Ashton, by the neck, and -well-nigh garotted him, when I was riding past at full -gallop." -</p> - -<p> -"And the result?" said Morley, disdaining to -notice something offensive in Hawkshaw's tone, -when addressing him. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, the result was mighty unpleasant for the -poor devil of a picaroon," replied Hawkshaw, as the -whole party rested themselves on the soft velvet -grass of the lawn, when he began to amuse himself -by tossing a clasp-knife of very ugly aspect among -the buttercups, and skilfully decapitating one at -every toss. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, pray tell us all about it!" exclaimed Rose, -smiling brightly under her parasol, and drawing two -very pretty feet, cased in bronze boots, close under -her crinoline. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw seemed here to recall some real memory -of his wild and wandering life, for a dark, savage, -and malignant gleam came into his eyes, while a -hectic flush crossed his weather-beaten cheek, and -he began thus: -</p> - -<p> -"I was travelling through the Barranca Secca, -which lies between Xalappa and the Puebla de -Perote, on the long, hot, dusty road which leads -from Vera Cruz to Mexico. -</p> - -<p> -"Though I had not a farthing in my pocket, and -knew not how I was to procure a supper for myself -or my horse on reaching Orizaba (for I had spent all -my ready money), I was well mounted, and well -armed, with a first-rate six-shooter, a bowie-knife, -and carried, moreover, a lasso, for whatever might -come to hand—to catch a stray <i>cavallo</i>, a wild bull, -whip nuts from a tree, to loop in a chocolate-coloured -<i>raterillo</i>, which means a thief, or, perhaps, a -run-away nigger. -</p> - -<p> -"The sun was setting behind the Cordilleras de los -Ondes, when I entered a <i>quibrada</i>, as the Spaniards -name it, a deep gully—all great adventures take -place in ravines and defiles; but I am more practical -than most men, and so call things by their right -names—so it was a gully in the mountains, worn, -bored, and torn by the waterspouts and thunderstorms -of ages; but lofty trees that towered above -the underwood of aloes and azaleas—azaleas to which -yours are weeds, indeed, Rose—overshadowed it, and -cast a gloom upon the road, which seemed to enter a -species of sylvan tunnel. I took a hearty pull of -aquadiente from the leathern <i>bota</i> at my saddle-bow, -and lit a Manilla cheroot, to make the most of the -'shining hour.' -</p> - -<p> -"This portion of the Barranca Secca had a particularly -bad name as the haunt of robbers, and there -was more than one wooden cross, covered with green -creepers, and many a pile of stones by the wayside -marking the lonely and unconsecrated grave of a -bandit, who had been shot by the National Guard -of Orizaba, the soldiers of Santa Anna, long ago, or -where the victim of the bandido's knife or rifle lay. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, anxious to get through the gully, I was -going at a fine rasping pace, when I met a man, -armed with a long rifle, and carrying a knife and -brace of pistols in the red and yellow sash which -girt up his blue cotton breeches. His tawny breast, -feet, and legs, from the knees at least, were bare, -and a sheepskin jacket, tied by a cocoa-nut cord, -dangled over his right shoulder. -</p> - -<p> -"I recognised him at once, as Zuares Barradas, a -young man, whom, with his brother Pedro, I had met -at the gold-diggings on the Feather River, and with -whom I had travelled from the seaport of San Diego, -when they had both deserted their ship to try their -fortunes at the mines. -</p> - -<p> -"'What—capitano, is it you?' he exclaimed, -'welcome to the Barranca Secca.' -</p> - -<p> -"'<i>Muchos gratias</i>, senor,' said I, having some -anxiety to be on good terms with the fellow. -</p> - -<p> -"'How far do you go to-night?' -</p> - -<p> -"'To Orizaba.' -</p> - -<p> -"'A light, if you please, senor—I have lost all -my lucifers.' -</p> - -<p> -"He was a sallow, dark-skinned, half-blood; that -is, half Mexican, half Spaniard, and wholly -devil—partly seaman, partly landsman, and wholly pirate -in spirit." -</p> - -<p> -"Good heavens!" exclaimed Rose, "were you -not terrified to be alone with such a person in such -a place? I am sure I should have screamed and -died of fright." -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw smiled and continued: -</p> - -<p> -"His eyes, black and sparkling, told of a cunning -equal to that of the serpent in the scripture, and of -a ferocity that death alone could tame. He had -neither beard nor moustache, for he was too young; -but his raven hair hung in masses beside his olive -cheeks, and he had silver rings in his ears. -</p> - -<p> -"Such was Zuares Barradas, who, like his brother, -Pedro, feared nothing on earth, and respected -nothing in heaven." -</p> - -<p> -"Was, you say—is he now dead?" asked Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -"You shall hear; but such fellows don't die easily, -Miss Basset, be assured. -</p> - -<p> -"'Are you looking for game?' I asked. -</p> - -<p> -"'<i>Por vida del demonio</i>, that I am!' said he, with -a savage grin, 'but it is neither the elk, the jaguar, -or the vinado I seek.' -</p> - -<p> -"'What then, <i>amigo mio</i>?' -</p> - -<p> -"'You must know,' began the young rascal, 'that -Pedro and I have spent all our money—every duro, -yes, every quartil—he at the wineshop, and I on -Katarina, the barmaid at the Pasada de Todos -Santos, and that other jade with the wheel—what's -her name?—Fortune has since been as unkind to me -as Katarina, with whom I parted on bad terms.' -</p> - -<p> -"'You quarrelled?' said I. -</p> - -<p> -"Zuares looked keenly into the gully, listened a -moment, and then resumed his bantering style. -</p> - -<p> -"'When last I visited the posada, Katarina had -on a very handsome crucifix and pair of silver -bracelets, so I took them off, saying, "Senora, a -beautiful bosom, and such pretty hands as yours, -require no adornment. Permit me to relieve you of -these baubles—they are absurd!" She was about -to permit herself the luxury of screaming, but I -touched my knife and quieted her. Since then I -have been left to shift for myself, as my father and -mother too have turned their venerable backs upon -me.' -</p> - -<p> -"'I have not a coin, Zuares,' said I, with growing -alarm, lest the underwood of aloes might be full of -such evil weeds as the younger Barradas. 'Surely -you mean not to rob me?' -</p> - -<p> -"'Of course not; you are a <i>bueno camarada</i>. But -as Pedro and I came through the Barranca Secca -we heard that an old woman of the Puebla de Perote, -who sold some cattle at Orizaba, will pass this way -about nightfall. She is veiled, and has the blessed -duros concealed among her hair, for fear of -thieves—ha! ha! for fear of thieves," he continued, -pirouetting about, and slapping the butt of his musket. -'Pedro watches one part of the road and I the -other, so the money we shall have—(what use has an -old woman for it?)—even should we take her scalp -with it.' -</p> - -<p> -"'Perhaps her hair may be false,' said I. -</p> - -<p> -"'Then I shall be saved some trouble.' -</p> - -<p> -"'She may resist, and make an outcry,' said I. -</p> - -<p> -"'Then so much the worse for her,' said the -young fellow, with a fierce scowl, as he placed his -hand under his sheepskin jacket into the Spanish -sash, where his long knife was stuck. -</p> - -<p> -"'In this place none would hear her,' said I. -</p> - -<p> -"'There you mistake,' he replied. 'There are -more than forty free bandidos lurking in the -Barranca, and Pedro and I have no wish to lose the -prize we have tracked so far. Maldito, see, 'tis she!' -he exclaimed, as a dark female figure became visible -about a hundred yards off, traversing an eminence, -over which the road went, and thence descended -into a hollow. 'Till I return, stay where you are, -and beware how you follow me!' -</p> - -<p> -"With what thoughts, you may imagine, I sat on -my horse, afraid to interfere in the matter. Many -a rifle might be covering me from among the wood -of aloes and mangrove trees; so what was the old -woman to me, that I should risk a bullet-hole in my -skin to save her duros? -</p> - -<p> -"Zuares Barradas descended into the hollow, -which was dark almost as night, so thick were the -trees overhead, though the setting sun gilded -brightly their topmost branches. -</p> - -<p> -"Suddenly I heard a shriek ring through the -rocky gully, and Zuares rushed out, with what -appeared to be a bundle in his hand; but it was a -bundle from which the blood was trickling among -the summer dust of the roadway. -</p> - -<p> -"'She resisted, and fought and bit like a -tiger-cat, <i>la muger muy vieja</i> (the old beldame),' he -exclaimed, with an oath, 'so I have cut off her head -to save time.' -</p> - -<p> -"Kneeling down, with the bloody knife in his -teeth, he proceeded hastily to unroll the veil, and -the long grizzled hair of his victim, to secure the -money, which was concealed among the thick plaitings -of the latter. -</p> - -<p> -"While doing this, I observed that he carefully -kept the dead face <i>downwards</i>, as if he lacked the -courage to look upon it. -</p> - -<p> -"Thirty silver duros, with the eagle and thunderbolt, -soon glittered in his hands; but he dropped -them, as if they had been red-hot, and threw up -his arms in dismay, on finding among the folds of -the torn veil a little piece of cow's horn, tipped with -silver—an amulet worn by women as a protection -against the <i>mal de ojo</i>, or evil eye. -</p> - -<p> -"On beholding this, a shudder passed over his -brown and muscular frame, and turning up the -dead face, now livid, white and horrible, with fallen -jaw, and glazed eyes, he exclaimed, in a piercing -and terrible voice: -</p> - -<p> -"'<i>Mia madre! mia madre!</i>' -</p> - -<p> -"He had decapitated his own mother!" -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap05"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER V. -<br /><br /> -SUSPICION. -</h3> - -<p> -While the ladies listened breathlessly, and uttered -proper exclamations of horror, the narrator, with -their permission, lighted a cigar, and, squatting on -the ground in the Texan mode, continued his story. -</p> - -<p> -"Zuares grovelled in the dust, so dismounting, I -picked up the blood-spotted dollars, and was in the -act of pocketing them, when a musket flashed in the -dark, leafy hollow, a bullet whizzed past my left ear, -and——" -</p> - -<p> -"What! did you actually take the poor woman's -dollars?" exclaimed Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"Of course," replied Hawkshaw, coolly; "would -you have had me leave them on the mountain road?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes; perhaps no; but——" -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Caramba!</i>" said Hawkshaw, angrily, but using -his favourite Spanish interjection, "in such a country -as that, I was not such a thundering muff." -</p> - -<p> -"Go on, please. What followed, pray?" asked -Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -"I took up the money that lay on the road. You, -Mr. Ashton, may call it robbery, perhaps—granted. -But what do the best men in England, yearly, at the -Oaks, the Derby, and elsewhere? Oh, there is no -such thing as robbery on the turf, of course. Well, -where was I?" -</p> - -<p> -"A musket was fired at you," said Rose. -</p> - -<p> -"Exactly, and then I saw Pedro Barradas, a vast -and bulky Spanish seaman, whom, unfortunately, I -knew too well, advancing towards me, with his -Albacete knife tied by a handkerchief bayonet-wise -to the muzzle of his piece. He was a ferocious -fellow, and I knew that, when he and Zuares were -so far inland, rapine and robbery were their sole -objects and means of subsistence. -</p> - -<p> -"These brothers once carried off a poor boy, the -son of a widow, who resided near the Laguna -d'Alvarado, and kept him among their companions -in the mountains, till his mother was well-nigh -distracted. A ransom of fifty duros was required by -a padre, whom they sent as their messenger. She -sent twenty—all she could borrow or scrape together; -but, instead of her boy, she received back one of -his ears, with a message that other parts of him, -perhaps his <i>cabeza</i> (head) would follow, if the fifty -duros were not forthcoming. -</p> - -<p> -"The money was collected and intrusted to the -padre, who, unknown to himself, was followed by -twenty soldiers, sent by the commandant of Orizaba, -with special orders to shoot the Barradas and their -companions. -</p> - -<p> -"Pedro saw these men approaching, and, believing -that the padre had betrayed them, he pocketed the -dollars, and with his stiletto stabbed the bearer and -the boy to the heart, and fled to the woods of the -Rio Blanco. -</p> - -<p> -"Such was the character of the fellow who now -advanced against me. -</p> - -<p> -"I sprang upon my horse, unwound my lasso, -took the slack of it in my right hand, and, swinging -the loop round my head, rode full at him, as I could -not encounter him on foot, or escape his aim on -horseback, if I permitted him again to reload. -</p> - -<p> -"Shrinking back with an oath and a cry, he twice -eluded me; but on the third cast I looped him round -the neck, drew the lasso over my right shoulder, -stooped hard over my horse's mane, and spurring -onward, dragged him headlong over the dusty road, -for more than two hundred yards. -</p> - -<p> -"His shrieks were soon stifled, and when I reined -up, the blood was gushing from his mouth; his limbs -were quivering, and his face was blackened by -strangulation; but he was not dead, however. -</p> - -<p> -"Dismounting, I released the loop of the lasso -from his bare and muscular throat, and then rode off -at full speed, leaving the two brothers, and the -mother, whom, in their cruelty and ignorance, they -had tracked and destroyed, all lying on the mountain -path together. I never looked behind me, nor did -I draw bridle till reaching Orizaba, which lies sixty -miles westward of Vera Cruz, where I put up at the -Posada de Todos Santas (or All Saints) about midnight, -when the volcano of Citlaltepetel, which rises -from amid forests of vast extent, and covered with -perpetual snows, was flaming in the sky eighteen -thousand feet above me. -</p> - -<p> -"And there, in Orizaba, the duros sent me by -fortune in the Barranca Secco, procured me a good -supper, a bottle of vino-bianco, well iced, from the -hands of the fair Katarina—a most enchanting fluid -it proved, after such a devil of a hot ride. Then I -went to bed, and blessed myself that I could sleep -with an easier conscience than either Zuares or -Pedro Barradas." -</p> - -<p> -This pleasant little episode in the captain's -wandering Mexican life, made the listeners regard each -other, and him especially, with some surprise. -</p> - -<p> -The girls looked at him blankly under their -parasols, and through the short black veils of their -little round hats, for the actual horror of the story -impressed them less than a certain cool gusto in -Hawkshaw's manner, combined with his grim, -matter-of-fact mode of relating it; but this story of -the Barradas was only one of many such as he -related incidentally from time to time. -</p> - -<p> -"It is no easy matter," says Goethe, "for one -man to understand another, even if he bring the -best disposition with him. What, then, is to be -expected if he bring the smallest <i>prejudice</i>?" -</p> - -<p> -Aware that he was a rival—a cunning, a daring, -and so far as could be gleaned from his conversation, -an unscrupulous one, Morley, as may well be -supposed, was strongly prejudiced against Hawkshaw, -and felt certain that, under a considerable amount -of bombast and external <i>bonhomie</i>, he concealed a -character that was alike mean, fierce, and -avaricious; but "every man," says the writer just -quoted, "has something in his nature which, were -he to reveal it, would make us hate him." -</p> - -<p> -"And such creatures as these were your -companions in South America?" exclaimed Ethel -Basset, almost with a shudder. -</p> - -<p> -"Do not say so," replied Hawkshaw, who, -perhaps, feared that he had been too communicative -"but travelling, in such countries especially, -acquaints one with strange bed-fellows and strange -boon companions, too. But enough of the Barradas, -who have likely been shot or garotted long ago. -How delightful is this soft grass under the shady -trees. By Jove, we are better here than in some -places where I have been; the plains of Vera Cruz, -for instance, among hot sand, mosquito flies, that -sting like wasps, prickly pears, and herds of wild -bisons; but, with all its charms, this is a -cold-blooded country, this England of yours, Mr. Morley, -and ill-suited to such a spirit as mine." -</p> - -<p> -"Is it not your country as well as ours?" asked -Morley, coldly. -</p> - -<p> -"I scolded him for speaking thus the other night, -when he laughed at my azaleas," said Rose, shaking -her parasol at the offender. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, I was certainly raised here, which is my -misfortune, and not my fault; but I have been so -long where the bowie-knife or revolver, the hatchet -or rifle settle all quarrels, disputes, jealousies, or -impertinent interferences," he continued with an -unfathomable smile, "that I can ill tolerate the -system——" -</p> - -<p> -"Of a well-regulated police," interrupted Morley, -closing the captain's sentence with a meaning smile, -that was not unlike his own. -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Caramba!</i>—yes; and, then, on the wild prairies, -while one has a good musket and ammunition, we are -so careless of money." -</p> - -<p> -"The money of others especially," said Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw bit his nether lip; but observed with -a smile: -</p> - -<p> -"Be assured, my dear Miss Basset, that when -in South America I did not squander my cash -among tradesmen, or ruin myself by paying tailors -and bootmakers." -</p> - -<p> -What Hawkshaw meant by this was not very -apparent; but when the little party resumed their -promenade among the grand old trees of Acton -Chase, Morley gradually drew Ethel somewhat apart -from the rest. After being silent some time: -</p> - -<p> -"I entertain a horror of that fellow!" said he; -"and I am astonished that your father tolerates or -patronises him. Excuse me, dear Ethel; but I -cannot help saying so." -</p> - -<p> -"You mean Mr. Hawkshaw?" -</p> - -<p> -"Pray don't omit his rank of captain—yes, -Hawkshaw—a most decided aversion for him." -</p> - -<p> -"Though I don't like him, Morley, I am sorry to -hear this," said Ethel, gently, while colouring a -very little. -</p> - -<p> -"Why?" -</p> - -<p> -"He is such a favourite with papa—for his -father's sake, I grant you, rather than his own—for -old Mr. Hawkshaw was, indeed, a great and valued -friend to papa, when early in life he much required -one." -</p> - -<p> -"Listen, Ethel, and, dearest, do be candid with -me—has Hawkshaw ever spoken of love to you?" -</p> - -<p> -"Frequently, before you came," said Ethel, -smiling. -</p> - -<p> -"D—— his impudence!" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, fie, Morley!" said she, folding her hands -upon his arm, and looking up smilingly in his face. -</p> - -<p> -"And I must quietly endure his presence here, -after this most annoying admission from you!" -</p> - -<p> -"There is something worse still you may have to -endure," said Ethel, sadly; "the voyage on which -he may too probably accompany us." -</p> - -<p> -Morley felt a keen pang in his breast at these -words; he glanced, too, at the strange ring on -Ethel's finger, which an emotion of pride or -pique had hitherto prevented him from referring to. -</p> - -<p> -"It seems preposterous, Ethel," he exclaimed, -"that this man should propose to accompany you, -while I, your affianced lover, am left behind; and, -by Heaven, it shall not be so!" -</p> - -<p> -"Dearest Morley!" -</p> - -<p> -"Poor as I am, Ethel, I am not so poor that I -cannot pay my way to the Mauritius—in the same -ship, too, and I shall write this very night to -London about it!" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Morley—oh, what happiness!" -</p> - -<p> -"I shall take a berth in the forecastle bunks, -rather than be left behind. You have now at your -breast a flower that Hawkshaw gave you." -</p> - -<p> -"A flower!" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes,-a wild rose." -</p> - -<p> -"I had quite forgotten it; but let this show you -how it is valued;" said Ethel, laughing, as she -threw it on the ground, and placed thereon a pretty -little foot, cased in a kid boot, with a heel of very -military aspect. -</p> - -<p> -"My own dear Ethel!" exclaimed Morley, pressing -to his heart her hand and arm, which leant so -lovingly and confidingly on his, "I have one thing -more to ask you about—this queer-looking ring -with the green stone!" -</p> - -<p> -"Well?" -</p> - -<p> -"Is it a gift of his?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes; when he first came to Laurel Lodge he -begged me to accept of it, saying that it was found -in Mexico, at some battle fought by Juarez, at a -place with an unpronounceable name." -</p> - -<p> -"It was more likely found as he found those -dollars about which he told us some time ago." -</p> - -<p> -"Mercy! do you think so?" -</p> - -<p> -"I am inclined to think the worst of him!" said -Morley angrily and emphatically. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh! Morley, do not let prejudice blind you, and -do not condescend to be jealous of him," said Ethel, -imploringly; "I would return the ring, but that -the act might affront him, giving, moreover, to its -first acceptation, a significance, an air of importance, -I have no wish should be attached to it. Do you -understand me, Morley, dear? Then he is papa's -friend and guest." -</p> - -<p> -Morley was pale with concealed annoyance. -</p> - -<p> -Ethel perceived this, and that he was distressed -by the double prospect of a rival living in the same -house with her, and embittering the few days that -intervened before their long—alas! it might be -final—separation. -</p> - -<p> -With her eyes full of tears, she drew Hawkshaw's -gift from her finger, and gave it to Morley, begging -him to return it to the donor at a fitting time. -</p> - -<p> -This was, to say the least of it, a most unwise -request, with which he readily enough undertook to -comply, and secured the ring in his portemonnaie, -as they rejoined their friends, who were now -gathered round the shamble oak in the centre of -the chase. -</p> - -<p> -When Morley reflected on the story told by -Hawkshaw, it seemed that there must have existed -between him and those lawless brothers, Pedro and -Zaures Barradas, a greater intimacy than he had -admitted in the narrative; and he became -convinced that, under a nonchalant and swaggering -air, his rival concealed a real spirit of latent -ferocity, with a dark character that had been inured to -cruelty and promptitude to vengeance, when such -could be taken with safety and secrecy; so Morley -Ashton resolved, but somewhat vainly, as we shall -show, to be on his guard against him. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap06"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER VI. -<br /><br /> -FOR THE LAST TIME. -</h3> - -<p> -Mr. Scriven Basset had made all his arrangements -for departing to his legal charge in the distant Isle -of France. -</p> - -<p> -He had secured passages for himself, his two -daughters, and an old and valued servant, Nance, -or, as she was more frequently termed, Nurse -Folgate, in the <i>Hermione</i>, a fine ship of 500 tons -burden, which was advertised to sail from the -London Docks in fourteen days from the time we -now write of. -</p> - -<p> -Meanwhile, poor Morley resolved to make the -most of the present, and endeavoured to shut his -eyes to the future; but while striving to be -blindfolded, he knew that this future, with all its -separation and sorrow, its fears, and, alas! its doubts, -must ensue. -</p> - -<p> -There were times when Morley thought of asking -Ethel to bind herself to him in writing; but -he soon thrust the idea aside as mistrusting and -melodramatic. There were other occasions when -he actually thought of imploring her to contract a -stronger tie, by consenting to a secret marriage; -but it seemed an abuse of her kind and easy -father's hospitality, and a violation of the trust -reposed in him, and this, too, he abandoned, -resolving to trust to Ethel's faith, to patience, -and to time. -</p> - -<p> -Poor Morley! He knew how dark and lonely -seemed the three years of their past separation, -and he felt keenly how much more lonely and dark -would be the vague years of that which was to -follow. -</p> - -<p> -Then the pictures he drew of this long severance -from Ethel—the voyage by sea for so many weeks, -so many months; a residence in another land, with -strangers, rich and attractive, perhaps, about -her—a severance during which she would be hourly -exposed to the attentions and addresses of a rival so -cunning, so artful, so enterprising, and, in some -respects, not so unpleasing, as Cramply Hawkshaw, -filled him with intense apprehension, anxiety, -and disgust. -</p> - -<p> -"Why should I not go with her?" thought he, -suddenly. "The money which will enable me to -do so I shall only squander here in England, it may -be, without avail, while there, in the Mauritius, a -new sphere will be open to me." -</p> - -<p> -Like all impulsive people, on this new idea he -acted at once. He wrote to the agents for the -<i>Hermione</i> to secure a cabin passage for himself, a -measure which Captain Hawkshaw, for some reason as -yet unknown, had omitted to take, though Mr. Basset -had always more than half indicated that -he was to accompany him abroad. -</p> - -<p> -Now, when it was announced and definitely settled -at Laurel Lodge that Morley was to go, the spite and -disappointment of the ex-digger and <i>soi-disant</i> -captain of Texan Rangers was ill-concealed indeed; for, -doubtless, he considered it no joke to lose all chance -of a lovely bride, with a fair prospect of getting—excuse -us for using his own phraseology—"into -comfortable diggings," under the wing of a colonial -official. -</p> - -<p> -After Morley wrote to London, two days elapsed -without an answer coming from the agents, and -the anxious dread of Ethel and himself, lest there -was no more accommodation in the <i>Hermione</i>, was -so great that he vowed he would go before the mast -rather than be left behind. -</p> - -<p> -Already Laurel Lodge had a somewhat dismantled -aspect. Bookshelves were emptied in the library; -the walls were denuded of pictures in dining-room -and drawing-rooms; choice plants in the conservatory -and rare flowers in the garden had been given -away to the Pages and other old friends. -</p> - -<p> -Chests, bales, and boxes, corded, labelled, and all -very "outward bound" in aspect, encumbered all -the hall and vestibule, indicating but too surely that -the Bassets were on the eve of departure; and now -came their last Sunday in the old village church. -</p> - -<p> -Morley Ashton and Captain Hawkshaw were in -the same pew with Mr. Basset's family. -</p> - -<p> -The curate who officiated was an old friend of -theirs, and his voice faltered as he besought the -prayers of the congregation for those who were -about to leave them, and set forth on a long and -perilous journey. -</p> - -<p> -Then Ethel felt her timid heart tremble, and Rose -sobbed under her veil, while many a moistened eye -turned kindly to the Bassets' pew; but a smile -curled the moustached lip of the Texan Ranger, as -much as to say: -</p> - -<p> -"Speak to me of danger—pah!" -</p> - -<p> -The solemnity of the place, and the soft familiar -music of the choir, and the old organ pealing from -its shadowy loft, soothed the grief and agitation of -Ethel's heart, though a keen pang shot through it, -when she reflected, that when again the sacred -melody rang through that ancient church, only -seven days' hence, she might perhaps be separated -from Morley, and most assuredly would be ploughing -the sea, while he—ah! he might come here, -where they had last sat side by side, and feel -himself alone—so terribly alone! -</p> - -<p> -Some such thoughts were swelling in the breast -of Morley Ashton, for his eyes were turned on her -with a deep and unfathomable expression of tenderness, -while hers was bent upon her prayer-book—it -might be on vacancy. -</p> - -<p> -There was a wonderful charm in those snowy lids -and downcast lashes, so dark, so silky, and in the -pure, pale loveliness of the whole face of Ethel, -especially when contrasted with the rounder and -rosier beauty of her younger sister. -</p> - -<p> -Over the high oak pews, quaint with old carvings, -dates, and monograms; the marble tablets, where -lay the men of yesterday; the time-worn tombs of -those whose rusted helmets, spurs, and gloves of -mail, erst worn in many a field against the Scot and -Gaul, now hung over them amidst dust and cobwebs; -over the painted windows, through which the -sunshine poured its rays of many colours; over the -bowed heads of the hushed congregation; over the -altar, before the rail of which, during many a -day-dream in Africa, he had knelt in fancy, the -bride-groom of Ethel Basset;—over all these the eye of -Morley wandered, but to fall, again and again, on -her soft and downcast face, her sweet mouth and -long lashes, and on her little tremulous hand, cased -in its pale kid glove, that touched his from, time to -time, as they read from the same prayer-book. -</p> - -<p> -"No answer yet from London!" was ever in his -mind, and keenly in anticipation he felt the nervous -dread of being severed from her after all. -</p> - -<p> -But now the morning service was ended; the -organ was pealing its farewell notes from the dark -recesses of the vaulted loft, and the Bassets rose up -to depart. -</p> - -<p> -In that old pew the people of the parish had seen -their heads bowed in prayer when Ethel and Rose -had nestled beside their mother, now at rest in the -adjacent graveyard—nestled with their shining -heads bent over the same volume, and now -they were on the verge of womanhood. Ere evil -fortune came upon them, so good had those girls -been to the sick, the poor and ailing, that a crowd -of village matrons, the mothers of the blooming -Dollys and hobnailed Chawbacons, blessed them -with hands outstretched; and so deeply moved were -all present, that when they passed down the aisle -and issued—from amid those flakes of many-coloured -light that fell on oaken pew and carved pillar—through -the deep old gothic porch, into the grassy -churchyard, where the tombstones that stand so -thickly were shining in the sun that streamed in his -glory down the far extent of Acton Chase, poor -Ethel burst into a passion of tears, and sobbed aloud. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Morley!—oh, papa!" she exclaimed; "how -sad it is to do anything, and know that we are doing -it for the last time!" -</p> - -<p> -Morley pressed the hand that laid upon his arm. -</p> - -<p> -"I have had the same emotion in my heart all -day, Ethel, dear," said he, "with a sadness for which -I cannot account. I have no one now to cling to but -you. I never had a brother or sister. My father -died, as you know, before I went far away to Africa, -and now he sleeps by my mother's side, in yonder -old churchyard, among the Denbigh hills; and their -graves, of all our English ground the dearest spot -to me, I shall never look on more." -</p> - -<p> -"My poor Morley!" said Ethel, her eyes -sparkling through tears of affection. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, how plainly still I can draw their faces and -forms, as my mind goes back quickly and feverishly -at times over the past days of infancy, when their -kind eyes smiled on me under our old roof. How -different seems that early home and parental care, -which to a child are as a fortress and tower of -strength, when compared to——" -</p> - -<p> -"Our diggings in manhood, eh?" interrupted -Hawkshaw, who had joined them unperceived, and -thus cut short Morley's intended peroration. -</p> - -<p> -The latter repressed his rising wrath with difficulty. -Jealousy of Hawkshaw, perhaps, he had not; -but that Ethel should be annoyed by the society of -such a man was repugnant to him. But how was -he to act? -</p> - -<p> -He could not quarrel with Hawkshaw while they -both shared, for a brief period now, the hospitality -of Mr. Basset; and to retire from Laurel Lodge -would but serve to leave him in full possession of -the field, and to embitter the last few days they -would all spend together in good old England, and -in the home of their early loves and best associations. -</p> - -<p> -With Morley, Ethel and Rose had paid a visit for -the last time to all their old haunts and rambles. -At Acton Chase, now almost in the full foliage of an -early summer; at Acton Chine, that frightful cliff -which overhangs the sea; at the moss-grown Norman -cross; on Cherrywood Hill, where in childhood -they had often sought in vain, among the long grass -and the pink bells of the foxglove, for the elves -and fairies of whom they had read so much in -nursery lore. -</p> - -<p> -They paid a last visit to the ivy-clad cottages of -all their old pensioners and favourites in the village, -to each and all of whom they gave some little -memento; to the churchyard stile; to every place -connected with the memory of their past happiness; -and, lastly, to their mother's grave the sisters paid -a visit that was sad and solemn. -</p> - -<p> -Some daisies which grew there Ethel gathered and -placed in her breast, and with something of the -same spirit which often inspires the poor expatriated -Highland emigrant, she made up a little packet of -English earth to take with her to her new home -beyond the sea. -</p> - -<p> -She sadly viewed their garden, where a blush of -summer roses, of crimson daisies, gorgeous lilacs, -and sweetbriar had now replaced the earlier flowers -of spring, the yellow pansies, the purple auriculas, -the golden crocuses, the pale white snowdrop, and -she wondered if such things grew in the distant -Isle of France. -</p> - -<p> -It was on her return alone from a farewell visit in -the village, that she was overtaken by Hawkshaw, -when something like an unpleasant crisis took place -in the relations which had subsequently existed -between them. At that time Morley was absent, -having walked to the Acton railway station, for the -purpose of telegraphing along the London and -North-Western line, to the agents of the <i>Hermione</i>, -for intelligence regarding his berth and passage. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap07"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER VII. -<br /><br /> -THE REJECTION. -</h3> - -<p> -Hawkshaw had been rambling in Acton Chase alone, -when he met Ethel, or overtook her, near the great -old shamble oak, which we have before mentioned. -</p> - -<p> -He had been pondering on the state of his affairs -and finances, which were far from flourishing. His -pocket-money was almost gone, and for a time he -had been reduced to clay pipes and cheap cubas. -He was without the means, in fact, of travelling so -far as the Mauritius; and as Mr. Basset—good-natured, -easy-tempered Mr. Basset—whose character -had no particular point save perfect amiability, -though half intending or adopting the idea that -Cramply, the son of his "old friend Tom Hawkshaw, -of Lincoln's Inn," should accompany him abroad, had -never made an offer of means to enable him to do -so; thus our Texan Ranger was somewhat at his -wit's end on the evening in question—an evening -of which, at that moment, he little foresaw the end; -and he rambled under the stately oaks of the ancient -chase with a cloudy expression of eye, though still -wearing the melodramatic scarlet cap and Spanish -sash, which had excited considerable speculation -among the rustic hobnails of Acton-Rennel. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw had imbibed rather too much of Mr. Basset's -Amontillado after dinner; this, with some -champagne, of which he had partaken freely during -that meal, and a glass of brandy, imbibed as a -corrective after it, rendered him somewhat blind alike -to consequences, and to foregone conclusions. Thus, -on suddenly meeting Ethel in such a secluded place, -he resolved on speaking more openly of his love -to her. -</p> - -<p> -Had Mrs. Basset survived at this period of our -story, there can be little doubt that she would -speedily have relieved Ethel from the presence and -advances of such a lover, despite her husband's -reverence for the memory of "old Tom Hawkshaw, -of Lincoln's Inn." As the matter stood now, the -village gossips, at the tap of the "Royal Oak," -the blacksmith's forge, and other rustic resorts, had -long since settled the whole affair. Ethel was the -affianced of Morley Ashton, and poor little Rose was -assigned to "the captain with the red thingumbob -cap." -</p> - -<p> -"'Fortune favours the brave;' 'nothing venture, -nothing have.' They are two old saws; but I must -keep them in view, nevertheless," thought Hawkshaw, -as he threw away his cigar and joined Ethel Basset, -on whose cheek there was a charming flush, for the -May evening was warm. She had been walking fast, -to learn what tidings the electric wire had for her -and Morley; and the last farewell of an old cottager, -who dwelt by the skirts of the chase, had agitated -her. -</p> - -<p> -The captain opened the trenches by some of the -remarks usually made about the weather, and the -beauty of the evening; then he adverted to his -good fortune in meeting her, especially in such a -place; how much he had longed for an opportunity -of speaking with her alone, as his future happiness -or misery would be the result—an opportunity that -had not occurred for some time (since Morley -Ashton's arrival he might have said), and so, after -sundry awkward pauses, he proceeded to declare his -regard, his esteem, his passion for Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -She listened to him with considerable annoyance -and concern, but barely slackened her pace as he -spoke. -</p> - -<p> -The extreme self-possession, the quiet manner, -the cool and gentle aspect of Ethel, baffled -Hawkshaw, and irritated him so much, that there were -times, when in his self-communings he actually felt -a doubt whether he loved or—hated her! -</p> - -<p> -And now, while he spoke of love, volubly, but -yet with agitation, she continued to fit on a -lemon-coloured kid glove, with provoking care and -accuracy, on her small, pretty hand, and seemed to be -fully more occupied with it than with him. -</p> - -<p> -The very movements of her hands, the white -parting of her smooth, dark hair—all betokened a -placidity which, as he said, mentally, "served to -worry him." Yet Ethel was greatly agitated, -though Hawkshaw's eye had not the acuteness, nor -had he the refinement, to be aware of it. -</p> - -<p> -"I am deeply grieved to hear all this, Captain -Hawkshaw," said she; "for already you must be -assured," she added, in a tremulous voice—"assured -that I cannot love you in return." -</p> - -<p> -"Now, Ethel, call me Hawkshaw, Cramply, which -you will, or anything you please that is not formal, -but do not, for Heaven's sake, speak so coldly. And -so—and so it is quite impossible?" -</p> - -<p> -"Quite," she said in a low voice. -</p> - -<p> -"Wherefore? Am I so hideous?" -</p> - -<p> -"Far from it." -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw was aware of her undisguised preference -for Morley Ashton; and though he knew, or -feared what her reply would be, the wine he had -imbibed, or some strange emotion that stirred within -his breast, made him urge the hopeless matter still. -</p> - -<p> -"Ethel," said he, softly, but through his clenched -teeth, and while his cheek grew pale with suppressed -passion; "you will, perhaps, have the kindness to -explain?" -</p> - -<p> -Trembling with excitement and annoyance, and -while tears started to her eyes, she replied: -</p> - -<p> -"Explain, sir! Why should I be called upon to -explain? You know well that since I was seventeen -I have been engaged—have loved another." -</p> - -<p> -"At seventeen, interesting age, a girl is in the -first flush of womanhood," began Hawkshaw, in his -sneering tone; "fresh in feeling and tender in -sensibility; the consequence is that, of a necessity, she -falls in love with the first fellow, be he good, bad, -or indifferent, who presents himself." -</p> - -<p> -"But I did not fall in love, as you phrase it, with -the first who presented himself, any more than I am -likely to do with the <i>last</i>," replied Ethel, with an -air that now was one of unconcealed annoyance. -"My sister Rose is a girl whom all allow to be -charming, and is as much admired as any in the -county, and she has passed seventeen, your rubicon, -your girlish equator, your ideal line, without 'falling -in love' with anyone——" -</p> - -<p> -"That you know of, Miss Basset," said -Hawkshaw, sharply. -</p> - -<p> -"Rose has no secrets from me, sir!" -</p> - -<p> -"Do not let us quarrel, for Heaven's sake. I -apologise." -</p> - -<p> -"How tiresome—how impertinent! and yet I dare -not tell Morley," sighed Ethel, in her heart, as she -continued to walk very fast; but Laurel Lodge was -a long way off, and the sunlit waste of the chase -stretched for, at least, a mile before them yet. -</p> - -<p> -Bitterly did she now repent having entrusted -Morley with the ring, as it might lead to some -unseemly quarrel between him and Hawkshaw; on -this occasion she had an admirable opportunity for -returning it personally. After a pause: -</p> - -<p> -"With all this fancied attachment to your first -love, I do not think you very romantic, Ethel," said -Hawkshaw. -</p> - -<p> -"You are right, sir; indeed, I am quite matter-of-fact." -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Caramba!</i> it is too bad for a charming girl of -two-and-twenty to be so." -</p> - -<p> -"What right have you to deem me charming, or -to assume my age?" asked Ethel, angrily, and with -her eyes now full of tears, which the short veil of -her little hat concealed. -</p> - -<p> -"I can no more help deeming you so than help -admiring the sunshine. But, ah, Ethel, if I had you -where I have been—where the volcanic mountains -of the Sierra Nevada look down on the valley of the -Colorado, I could teach you, or perhaps infuse -into your impulsive nature something of the fire, -the romance—the glorious romance—of Spanish -South America." -</p> - -<p> -"Thank you," replied Ethel, relieved and laughing, -when she found Hawkshaw was indulging in -one of his platitudes; "but I would rather learn it -here, amid a sweet English landscape, like this old -wooded chase, than among flaming volcanoes, tawny -savages, stinging mosquitoes, and your old friends, -the Barradas." -</p> - -<p> -"The Barradas!" repeated Hawkshaw, starting, -as his eyes flashed with a gleam of malevolence and -alarm; his brows knit, his hands twitched spasmodically, -and he gave Ethel a keen glance of inquiry; -for she had unwittingly touched some hidden -spring, some secret sore—or it might be sorrow. -For a moment he looked as if he could have sprang -upon her; but he laughed, and said, with an -evident effort at being jocular: "To return to the -subject—to this love of thrilling, blushing, and -susceptible seventeen, which deprives me of you, -occurred five years ago?" -</p> - -<p> -"And since then I have found no reason to -change my mind. Here is the gate of Miss Page's -house, where I wish to call. Good evening, captain. -Her brother Jack will see me home." -</p> - -<p> -Ethel bowed, left him, and closed the iron gate. -</p> - -<p> -She was, in reality, full of intense anxiety to -learn what tidings Morley had received by the -telegraph from London; but being bored and worried -by Hawkshaw's cool and impudent love-making, -she took this opportunity of quitting him, which, -in her nervous haste, she did, perhaps, rather too -abruptly. -</p> - -<p> -A shower of tears relieved her; but Hawkshaw, -as he watched her figure flitting up the Pages' -avenue of lilacs, balsam, poplars, and giant hollyhocks, -bit his nether lip till the blood nearly came, -and his sinister eyes emitted one of their most -malevolent gleams. -</p> - -<p> -"Curse her!" he muttered, hoarsely and deeply, -"curse her! She spoke of the Barradas, too! -But I shall crush her proud heart yet—crush it -like a rotten <i>castano</i>!" -</p> - -<p> -Then he turned away towards the seashore, with -vengeance burning in his heart, and had not -proceeded a quarter of a mile before he encountered -Morley Ashton, perhaps the last person in the world -he could have wished to meet at such a time, and -when in such a bitter mood. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap08"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER VIII. -<br /><br /> -MORLEY AND HAWKSHAW. -</h3> - -<p> -A fierce and panther-like spirit swelled up in the -breast of Hawkshaw on seeing his fortunate rival -approach. He felt a strong desire to strangle him, -and thus, by one determined stroke, remove him -from his path, and gain revenge on Ethel too! -</p> - -<p> -He had more than once conceived the idea, in his -wilder and more bitter moods, of giving Morley a -<i>quietus</i> of strychnine, or putting a loaded revolver -in his hand, so that it might go off conveniently, -and, to all appearance, unawares; but coroners' -inquests often brought unpleasant things to light, -and Morley was completely master of that ticklish -fire-arm, the "six-shooter," as well as himself, and -our Texan captain was far too politic to risk his -valuable neck, in committing an open outrage on -the queen's highway in England, whatever he may -have done in his well-beloved Mexico, among the -wild inhabitants of which he had learned the art—no -small one certainly—of veiling alike every -purpose, love, hate, or fear, under a bland and smiling -exterior, when it suited his purpose to do so. -</p> - -<p> -The man he hated most on earth was Morley -Ashton, yet he walked up to him frankly, with a -smile in his deep eyes, and on his cruel lip (though -his moustache concealed that), his right hand -extended, and a cigar-case in his left—— -</p> - -<p> -"A lovely evening, Ashton," said he. "Had a -pleasant walk? Have a weed—eh? Try a cigar?" -</p> - -<p> -"Thank you—I don't smoke cubas." -</p> - -<p> -"Do you prefer a regalia?" -</p> - -<p> -"Thank you, I have some here." -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Caramba</i>! I have smoked them two feet long -ere this." -</p> - -<p> -"In Texas?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes." -</p> - -<p> -"I thought so," replied Morley, laughing. He -was in excellent spirits. A telegram to Acton-Rennel -had announced that his cabin passage to the -Isle of France had been secured on board the -<i>Hermione</i>, immediately on receipt of his mandate, and -added, that a letter, duly announcing the -circumstance, had been posted for Laurel Lodge. -</p> - -<p> -"I never received it, Hawkshaw—odd, isn't -it?" said Morley; "but it matters nothing -now." -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw gave a bitter smile unnoticed. No -wonder that Morley had never received it, as his -quondam friend had found the letter referred to, in -Mr. Basset's post-bag, which hung in the hall, and, -after making himself master of the contents, had -quietly put it in the fire, thinking by delay to create -confusion, and, perhaps, stultify Morley's intentions -altogether. -</p> - -<p> -In his joy, honest, good-hearted Morley felt -blandly disposed even to Hawkshaw, of whom he -had such a constitutional mistrust. He had now an -excellent opportunity for returning the ring, with -which Ethel (whom Hawkshaw, incidentally, assured -him was from home) had so unwisely entrusted to -him; but in the height of his own satisfaction, he -felt loth to mortify his luckless rival, and so delayed -the matter for a time, while, smoking their cigars, -they walked together slowly, side by side, up the -hill, towards the rocks that overhung the sea, and -border on the Yale of Acton. -</p> - -<p> -"And so, old boy," said Morley to the silent and -brooding Hawkshaw, "I am to go with our dear -friends, the Bassets, after all." -</p> - -<p> -"And what follows?" -</p> - -<p> -"Of course, I shall have to look about me for -some employment the moment we land, because I -would rather die than be dependent on any man; -but when I have the new judge's influence to second -my exertions, something suitable and jolly will be -sure to turn up." -</p> - -<p> -"Ah—yes," accorded the other, smoking vigorously. -</p> - -<p> -"Then, I shall have all the joy of the voyage -with—(Ethel, he had almost said)—with my old friends -the voyage through those very waters I so recently -traversed on my half-hopeless homeward journey—a -most miserable dog in my own estimation. -</p> - -<p> -Morley, who, in the exuberance of his joy, began -to whistle "A Life on the Ocean Wave," seemed -to commune with himself rather than Hawkshaw, -whose sinister visage at this moment presented -somewhat of a picture as he listened. -</p> - -<p> -"Like you, friend Ashton," said he, "I have -failed to climb -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'The steep ascent where Fortune frowns afar.'<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -But I have learnt to fling a bowie-knife, point -foremost, with deadly effect, and to handle a six-shooter -ditto, damme—yes, and that is something." -</p> - -<p> -Had Morley looked at Hawkshaw as he spoke, he -would have seen a fierce glitter in his usually -cunning eyes, betokening mischief. -</p> - -<p> -"Well," he resumed, "any place is better than -this conventional England. One of the greatest -annoyances to me is the state of society in it; so -you are wise to squat elsewhere." -</p> - -<p> -"Indeed! How?" asked Morley, watching his -cigar smoke as it curled away in the breeze that -came from the sea, whose breakers they could now -hear bursting on the rocks. -</p> - -<p> -"Because that state compels us, as if we wore a -vizard—a mask—to conceal our suspicions, our loves, -and our hatreds—yes, Mr. Ashton, still more especially -our hatreds—under a suave and cold-blooded -exterior." -</p> - -<p> -"The result of good breeding, I presume?" -</p> - -<p> -"The result of cursed conventionality, I call it. -The stronger the hate, too often, the brighter and -softer is the smile that conceals it. <i>Maladette</i>! -'Tis not so in some of the sunny lands where I have -been, and where a little homicide, now and then, is -considered but a casual occurrence." -</p> - -<p> -The captain was in what Morley and Mr. Basset -were wont to term one of his "bitter and bouncing -moods"—moods which rather amused them; so as -this was scarcely a moment in which to proffer the -ring, Morley lit another cigar, and to put off the -time until he could meet Ethel, strolled on till they -reached the summit of the cliffs, from whence could -be seen the far extent of the dark blue sea, that -stretched away to the south-west, with the sails that -dotted it, shining red, rather than white, in the -ruddy light of the setting sun. There, too, was -visible the smoke of more than one steamer, rolling -far astern, like a long and fading pennant on the -sky. -</p> - -<p> -So the rivals continued to ramble on in no very -companionable mood, for Morley was happy and -abstracted, while Hawkshaw was bitter and quarrelsome, -till the deep hoarse booming of the breakers -announced that they were close to Acton Chine, -towards which, as if by silent and tacit consent, they -proceeded. -</p> - -<p> -The evening was lovely, and its calm beauty -increased as the sun set and twilight stole on. -</p> - -<p> -With the shrill practical whistle of an occasional -locomotive on the London and North-Western line, -there came on the breath of the soft west wind the -more poetical tinkling of the waggon-bells from the -dusty highway, in the green vale far down below; -and now, though the placid air rang joyously, the -evening chime from the broad, low Norman spire -of Acton church, the solid outline of which stood -defined and dark against the flush of the saffron sky -beyond. -</p> - -<p> -And with the breeze that wafted the sound came -the fragrant perfume of the ripening fields, their -warmth and fertility, as if it had stolen "o'er a bed -of violets." Sunk in deepening shadow now, green -Acton Chase, with all its great oaks blending in a -mass, stretched far away in the distance to the foot -of the uplands. -</p> - -<p> -Acton Chine—the reader may perhaps have seen -it—is a seam or chasm in the rocks, rising to the -height of four hundred feet or more, sheer from the -sea, whose waves for ever roar, toil, and boil in -snow-white foam against its base. -</p> - -<p> -Standing where Morley and Hawkshaw did, on -the evening in question, one might say with Edgar, -but perhaps more truly than he did of Dover: -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "How fearful<br /> - And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!<br /> - The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air,<br /> - Show scarce so large as beetles * * *<br /> - The murmuring surge,<br /> - That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes,<br /> - Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,<br /> - Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight<br /> - Topple down headlong."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -There, too, as at Dover, on the dark face of those -rocks, the fine green tufts of the samphire grow. -The waves outside the chine are white as snow with -foam and fury, while within the water is calm, deep, -and dark as those of a far-sunk well. -</p> - -<p> -Above, around, and below, the sea-birds wheel -and scream, for the clefts and crannies of the rocks -are full of their nests. And here, in explanation, we -may add that chine is an old Anglo-Norman word, -derived from echine—a gash or rent; and these -chasms are so named in some parts of England, -particularly about the Isle of Wight, where we find -Compton Chine, Brook Chine, and the Black Gang -Chine. -</p> - -<p> -Morley peeped over into the awful profundity -below, and then shrank back instinctively, with an -emotion of inexpressible alarm and awe—it seemed -so vast, so terrible! -</p> - -<p> -Retiring, he seated himself on the verge of the -giddy cliff and removed his hat, that the sea-breeze -might play on his hot and flushed forehead. Cool -and grateful, it refreshed, soothed, and calmed him. -</p> - -<p> -Impressed by the beauty of the scene and of the -evening, a calm joy pervaded Morley's heart, and -he prayed a voiceless prayer to God to strengthen -him for his destiny. -</p> - -<p> -What put prayer into his head at such a time? -</p> - -<p> -The scene was grandly terrible on one side, and -softly serene on the other; but Morley was familiar -with both. -</p> - -<p> -Was it present happiness, or a solemn foreboding -of future woe, that filled his soul with pious -thoughts? -</p> - -<p> -Morley himself could not tell. He thought of the -future; and none can foresee what is in the womb -of Time. -</p> - -<p> -To be separated from Ethel—ah! there was no -chance of that now; but Hawkshaw—the cunning -and hateful Cramply Hawkshaw—for some brief -space would hover about her still! -</p> - -<p> -What of that? The broad waters of the mighty -sea on which he looked, and whose breakers boiled -against the rocks four hundred feet below him—the -sea from which a red moon, round and vast as a -chariot-wheel, was rising—would be around him and -Ethel, and this man Hawkshaw would be left behind. -</p> - -<p> -While these thoughts occurred to Morley, he -opened his portemonnaie, and drew forth the ring -he had promised to return. -</p> - -<p> -At that moment Hawkshaw, who was seated -behind him, crept near, with a visage pale, damp, -and distorted by malevolence, and with a fiendish -glare in his eye. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * -</p> - -<p> -About an hour after this, the captain was seen -leisurely proceeding along the road to Laurel Lodge. -</p> - -<p> -<i>He was alone!</i> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap09"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER IX. -<br /><br /> -ALARM. -</h3> - -<p> -Darkness had set in, and candles had been lighted -for an hour nearly, when Hawkshaw entered the now -half dismantled drawing-room of Laurel Lodge. -</p> - -<p> -Rose was idling over the piano; Ethel was seated -near the unremoved tea equipage, and Mr. Basset -was busy among some papers in his escritoire. -Hawkshaw, for reasons of his own, dared not -encounter the pale, inquiring face of Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -"Have you seen anything of Mr. Ashton?" -asked her father, looking up, with one glance at -Hawkshaw, and another at the clock on the -mantel-piece. "It is past nine. He was only going to -the railway station, and has not yet returned. His -absence is most singular." -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw hesitated, and looked at his watch -with a confused air, as he muttered: -</p> - -<p> -"Past nine—yes, ten minutes." -</p> - -<p> -"He was seen to pass the gate with you," said -Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -"With me?" said Hawkshaw, starting. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes." -</p> - -<p> -"By whom?" he asked, with some asperity. -</p> - -<p> -"Nance Folgate," said Rose. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah—true, yes—we took a turn together; and -when I saw him last he was going towards the -chine." -</p> - -<p> -"The chine!" exclaimed the girls together, in a -tone of surprise that was not unmingled with alarm. -</p> - -<p> -"The chine, at this hour!" repeated Mr. Basset. -</p> - -<p> -"It was eight then; and he said he intended to -enjoy a quiet weed along the cliffs." -</p> - -<p> -"Most strange!" said Ethel, "when he had news -of importance to communicate to me." -</p> - -<p> -"He cannot be long now. I returned without -him, as I felt odd—giddy; the regalias I sometimes -smoke here don't agree with me. I used to get -such prime ones in Mexico." -</p> - -<p> -"You look pale—absolutely ill," said Mr. Basset; -"have some wine. What is the matter?" -</p> - -<p> -"Thanks," replied Hawkshaw, almost tottering -into a chair, and tossing his red cap aside. -</p> - -<p> -"The last bottle of our Cliquot is on the sideboard." -</p> - -<p> -The cork was soon cut, and Hawkshaw nearly -filled a crystal rummer with the foaming champagne, -of which he drank thirstily. As he did so, his hand -trembled, and the vessel was heard to rattle against -his teeth. -</p> - -<p> -Whence this unusual emotion, which did not -escape the anxious eyes of Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Heaven!" thought she in her heart, "if he -should have quarrelled with Morley! His manner -is so excited, so strange, something -unpleasant—terrible—must have happened." -</p> - -<p> -Time passed slowly. -</p> - -<p> -Half-past nine struck, then ten, but there was no -appearance of Morley. Ethel watched at the -windows which opened to the lawn; she listened and -lingered at the front door. Then Rose and she -ventured to the foot of the avenue, now lighted by -a clear, cold moon, and gazed down the long green -lane, in which she had first met him on his return; -but all was still, not a footfall was heard, nor aught -but the dew dropping from the leaves. -</p> - -<p> -Far into the darkness and silence stretched the -vista of that long and shady lane, so famed for its -wild roses in summer, its filberts and black brambleberries -in autumn, its scarlet hips and haws in frosty -winter—a real old English lane. -</p> - -<p> -A sound breaks the impressive silence—it is the -distant clock of the village church striking the hour -of eleven. -</p> - -<p> -Anon twelve struck, and no Morley came. -</p> - -<p> -Ethel wept aloud. Mr. Basset now became -seriously alarmed, and knowing how dangerous was the -chine, and indeed, how much so were all the cliffs -along the adjacent coast, he closely questioned -Hawkshaw (who had now become more composed) -as to when, where, and how he had last seen Morley, -and his story never varied—that they had separated -at the pathway which ascended upwards from the -old London road to Acton Chine; that Ashton was -in high spirits, having had a most satisfactory -telegram from town, and that the speaker, when looking -back, had last seen the outline of his figure between -the earth and the sky on the summit of the rocks -above the chine. -</p> - -<p> -"He must have fallen and hurt himself—broken -a bone, perhaps," suggested Mr. Basset, rising, and -proposing to start. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, for mercy's sake—papa! papa!" began Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -"Let us go forth to search—I am at your -service!" said Hawkshaw. -</p> - -<p> -"Nance Folgate, summon the gardener; let us -get lanterns—a rope, a pole or two, so as to be ready -for any emergency." -</p> - -<p> -Pale, trembling, faint, and in tears with apprehension -and vague fears of some impending disaster, -Ethel would have accompanied them, but for the -opposition made by her father and Hawkshaw; and -with sickening anxiety, she saw them depart, -knowing that some hours must necessarily elapse before -they could bring intelligence that might relieve her -agony or crush her heart for ever. -</p> - -<p> -Muffled in cloaks and shawls, she and Rose, with -old Nance Folgate, lingered at the end of the avenue, -so long as the lantern lights were visible; and hour -after hour, till dawn was drawing near, did they -wait, trembling with every respiration, and listening -in an agony of expectation to every sound, till the -shades of night began to pass away. -</p> - -<p> -When Mr. Basset, Hawkshaw, and the gardener -set out, a little after twelve, the night had become -dark—unusually so for the season—cloudy and windy. -</p> - -<p> -They traversed the road leading to that portion -of the cliffs on which Hawkshaw averred he had last -seen Morley Ashton lingering in the twilight. -</p> - -<p> -Hallooing from time to time, as they continued -to ascend the pathway to the shore, they pushed on -rapidly, yet pausing ever and anon to listen; but -there came no response on the gusts of wind that -occasionally swept past them. -</p> - -<p> -The clock of Acton church in the valley below -struck the hour of two, when they reached the summit -of the cliffs, when weird and wild was the scene -around them. Masses of cloud, like dark floating -palls, were hurrying across the heavens; the stars -between them shone out clear and brightly; the -ocean, that stretched in distance far away, and -blended with the sky, was flecked with foam, for -there was a gale coming on from the seaward, and -the boom of the hurrying waves as they rolled in -white surf against the rock-bound coast, and -mingled their roar with the bellowing wind in that -deep and awful chasm, <i>the chine</i>, was terrifically -grand and impressive, especially at such an hour. -</p> - -<p> -Disturbed by the lantern-lights, and the voices of -the three searchers, the wild sea-birds screamed and -wheeled about in flocks. -</p> - -<p> -The soft close turf grew to the very verge of the -shore and wall-like cliff, and as the searchers -proceeded along the giddy summit, seeking for traces -of feet and hallooing from time to time, the utmost -caution was necessary for their own safety. -</p> - -<p> -Gradually they drew near the chine. -</p> - -<p> -"Hallo—what is this?" exclaimed Mr. Basset, -as he trod on something; "a hat—and near it, a -kid glove." -</p> - -<p> -They picked them up, and recognised Morley's -light grey "wide-awake," and a glove supposed to -be his, all uncertainty about the first-mentioned -article being ended, by their perceiving his name -written on the lining thereof. -</p> - -<p> -Proceeding with greater care, a little farther on -they found his cigar-case, and a few feet below, -near the edge of the cliff, the ends of two half-used -cigars. -</p> - -<p> -"I told you he was enjoying a quiet weed," said -Hawkshaw. -</p> - -<p> -Mr. Basset and the gardener made no reply; but -with eyes and lanterns close to the ground, were -breathlessly examining several footmarks impressed -in the soft gravelly soil and sea grass about the -mouth of the chine. -</p> - -<p> -"For Heaven's sake, take care, sir," exclaimed -the gardener, whom the scene, the place, the hour, -and the awful booming of the black sea in the -profundity four hundred feet below, appalled. "But -look here, sir," he added almost immediately; "oh, -sir, look here!" -</p> - -<p> -Two deep ruts in the gravel, as if formed by a -man's foot slipping downwards, and two places from -which the grass had been recently torn away by -hands that had clutched them evidently in despair, -showed but too plainly and too terribly that some -one had fallen over there. -</p> - -<p> -"Look here, captain—look here!" continued the -excited gardener. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw was pale as death, and he drew back -with an irrepressible shudder. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, heavens!" exclaimed Mr. Basset, "poor -Ethel!—he has fallen over here, and must have -perished—most miserably perished!" -</p> - -<p> -"Nothing could save him, sir," said the gardener, -in a low voice, "he would be drowned, if he was not -dead before he reached the water." -</p> - -<p> -After lingering hopelessly for a time, as if loth -to accept the fact of such a sudden calamity, they -began to descend from the chine, and slowly and -sorrowfully retraced their steps to Laurel Lodge, to -increase by their story the alarm, dismay, and grief, -which already reigned there. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * -</p> - -<p> -In vain were descriptions of Morley Ashton's -person and dress circulated in the local papers, in -vain were they distributed among the rural police, -fishermen, and coastguard, by Mr. Basset, during -the few days that remained before he left England. -</p> - -<p> -In vain were telegrams dispatched along the -coast, north and south (at Mr. Basset's expense), by -Hawkshaw, who made himself most singularly and -kindly active; no trace could be found of the missing -one; and after three days had elapsed, there -remained not a shadow of a doubt that he had been -drowned by falling or being thrown over the cliff of -the chine. The London detectives who examined -the spot were suspicious enough to aver the latter, -from the traces they found, and, in their opinion, -Mr. Basset and Hawkshaw, the latter most -unwillingly, ultimately found themselves compelled to -concur. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap10"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER X. -<br /><br /> -POOR ETHEL. -</h3> - -<p> -The day that followed the return of Mr. Basset and -Hawkshaw from the perilous exploration of Acton -Chine was one of dreadful suffering for poor Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -Kind old Nance Folgate had forced the girls to -retire to bed as dawn was breaking; but no sleep -closed the eyes of Ethel Basset. -</p> - -<p> -Morning came—a bright May morning—and still -no word of Morley; for she could not realise as yet -the idea, the dread conviction, of his death—that he -had indeed perished so miserably. -</p> - -<p> -Oh! was this the world of yesterday? -</p> - -<p> -Her sister, Rose, weary with watching overnight, -was now asleep. Happy Rose, who could gain -oblivion in slumber. Ethel quitted her restless bed, -opened the window, and looked forth into the -sunny morning. -</p> - -<p> -There was still the garden, with its trees and -flowers, the first rays of the sun shining through the -conservatory, a distant glimpse of the village church -through a long vista of oaks, and the blue sea -beyond. There, in the distance, she could trace the -road that wound over the uplands towards that fatal -Chine—the road he must have pursued but yesterday. -There also—but tears, hot and blinding, welled up -in her eyes, and she nestled again beside her -sleeping and unconscious sister. -</p> - -<p> -"Gone! Morley gone—Morley dead—Morley drowned!" -</p> - -<p> -These words seemed ever on her lips, written in -the air before her, to be whispered in her ears and in -her heart, while fancy drew an agonising picture of -his fall from that dreadful cliff into the yawning -profundity below, where he would be tossed and -dashed upon the rocks, till his poor, uncoffined -remains were chafed to pieces by the waves. -</p> - -<p> -As the lagging day drew on, she did not quit her -bed; but, after a time, total prostration of mind and -body enabled her to sleep soundly and deeply, with -her aching head pillowed on the bosom of Rose; -while her father, with Hawkshaw and others, -pursued a hopeless and fruitless search for the -missing man. -</p> - -<p> -This slumber lasted little more than an hour, and -waking brought her back to misery—a misery that -flashed upon her vividly, keenly, and suddenly, -calling all her half dormant faculties into instant -life and action. -</p> - -<p> -It was indeed coming back to agony. -</p> - -<p> -Vainly did Rose speak to her of hope, that it -might not have been he whom Hawkshaw had -watched proceeding towards the Chine, and that -the half-smoked cigars might not have been his. -</p> - -<p> -"But the hat, with his name written in it, and -the glove—his glove, Rose; see where I sewed it -for him yesterday—only yesterday!" she would -exclaim, while pressing it to her lips as she sat up -in bed, with her dark hair all dishevelled about her -white and polished shoulders, pale, worn, and crushed -by an anguish there was no alleviating—for the loss -of the poor dear heart, who had loved her so truly -and so tenderly. -</p> - -<p> -When re-examined by day, the verge of the Chine, -by the abrasion of the soil, bore conclusive evidence -that a short struggle had taken place, and that some -one had fallen or been pushed over there. A few -drops of blood were detected on the stones; but of -this circumstance Ethel was not informed. -</p> - -<p> -"Eat something, Miss Ethel—a bit of cake; take -a little tea, a glass of wine, or anything; you must, -darling, you must!" said old Nance Folgate, pillowing -her favourite's head on her breast, towards -the close of this most dreadful day. -</p> - -<p> -Ethel silently declined, for the smallest crumb -would have choked her; but grief is thirsty, so she -drank the wine and water with gratitude, or rather -permitted Rose to pour it between her pale and -passive lips. -</p> - -<p> -Then a shower of tears followed, and she moaned -and sobbed aloud, and heavily. Another night -followed, another day dawned; but no hope dawned -with it, and no tidings came. -</p> - -<p> -The first shock over, there settled on the mind -and soul of Ethel a deep and settled grief. She -ceased to weep, save when alone. For a time she -was reckless of the future, or viewed it with sullen -indifference or composure, none knew which. She -cared not how soon they quitted Laurel Lodge -now, nor how soon she saw the shores of England -fade from view, though she thought, with a -shudder, of the ocean which she knew must have -entombed the corpse of him she loved so long and -well. -</p> - -<p> -And Cramply Hawkshaw—how did he comport -himself during this painful crisis? Quietly, earnestly, -full of apparent solicitude, ready in suggestion -and active in inquiry. He remained mostly with -Rose; but when Ethel appeared on the evening of -the second day in the dining-room, he was ready, -with hand and arm, to attend her politely, and -silently. -</p> - -<p> -She entered Morley's bed-room, now empty of its -tenant. She flung herself upon the couch in an -agony of grief, for the place seemed full of his -presence, and his beloved form appeared to rise up -embodied before her. -</p> - -<p> -There were his travelling bag; his telescope and -flask, his hair-brushes, a stray glove or so, and a -miniature of herself, which had been the poor -fellow's only solace when far away from her in -Africa. There were other mementoes of the -beloved one she would never see more; he whose poor -remains, if they were not lying at the foot of that -dreadful Chine, were being, perhaps, swept away to -sea—that sea which, at times, she hoped she might -not live to traverse. -</p> - -<p> -Here prostrate on the couch she was found by -Rose and Nance Folgate, who conveyed her out, -and locked the door. -</p> - -<p> -This event, by the confusion and anxiety it -created, delayed the departure of the Bassets from -Laurel Lodge for a week longer. -</p> - -<p> -There were times when Ethel wished that she -might die, though she shrank from the idea of -being separated from her father and sister, and -from not sharing their perilous journey; but her -mother's grave under the close-clipped grass looked -so calm and peaceful in the sunshine of the old -English churchyard, that she almost longed to be -laid by her side. However, as some one says, "Grief -rivets the chain of our life instead of breaking it." So -Ethel did not die; but she fell into a state of -languid apathy, which caused her father and sister -the most serious apprehension. -</p> - -<p> -There were other times, when dreadful thoughts -occurred to Ethel—thoughts that came to her mind -unbidden, and that she dared express to none; but -she could not help associating the mysterious and -terrible calamity which had befallen Morley with -the idea of Hawkshaw, his rival. -</p> - -<p> -She remembered the unusual and unnatural pallor -of his cheek, and his strange excitement on the -eventful night; how he complained of illness; how -thirstily he drank of the champagne; and how his -hand shook so that the crystal which contained the -wine rattled nervously against his teeth. -</p> - -<p> -The thought of his story of the Barranco Secco; -of his having too surely associated in California, and -elsewhere, with such men as Pedro and Zuares -Barraddas; and she remembered many episodes of his -Mexican life, which he had incidentally related, and -at which, though she and Rose had been wont to -laugh at them, she shuddered now, and knew not why! -</p> - -<p> -She perceived, too, that Hawkshaw wore his own -ring once more, so Morley Ashton must have -formally returned it to him on that fatal evening. -</p> - -<p> -Prior to Morley's final arrangement to accompany -them, Ethel had schooled her little heart to bear -the separation, consequent on their anticipated sea -voyage, and change of home, contemplating it as a -sorrow that might have a happy end when brighter -fortune smiled upon them all; but now she had lost -him by a separation that would endure while life -lasted. -</p> - -<p> -The slight tinge of colour which her delicate -cheek usually wore faded completely away. Her -eyes lost their brilliant and calm expression, her -lips their wonted smile, her spirits all their -buoyancy. -</p> - -<p> -Mr. Basset, we have said, saw this with alarm, -and by every means in his power hastened to break -up his household, and leave Acton-Rennel. -</p> - -<p> -His daughter's thoughts were with the dead; but -still the living, and the duties of life, claimed her -care. One cannot live in the world and not be of -it; thus, one of her last days spent at pleasant -Laurel Lodge was occupied in paying farewell -visits—supported between Rose and Hawkshaw—to her -old pensioners and dependents in the thatched -cottages among those lovely green lanes, that ere long -were to know her footsteps no more, and these old -people mingled their blessings with tearful hopes -of her happiness and long life, in the new home to -which she was about to depart. -</p> - -<p> -On the tenth day after Morley's disappearance -she found herself, with her father, Rose, Hawkshaw, -and old Nurse Folgate, seated in a first-class -carriage, speeding along the London and -North-Western line towards the metropolis. -</p> - -<p> -Laurel Lodge had long since vanished, with its -whole locality. -</p> - -<p> -Steeped in summer haze, the landscape flew past -like the wind; but Ethel was listless. To her it -seemed that the purpose of life, the joy of existence, -the romance of love, and the charm of youth, had -all gone for ever. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw was seated opposite to her. She -lowered her veil to conceal her face; he held the -last number of <i>Punch</i> well up to conceal his. -</p> - -<p> -As Morley had disappeared thus, and beyond all -trace, and as his berth was secured in their ship, -the <i>Hermione</i>, which was to sail for the Isle of -France, as soon as her cargo was all hoisted in, -Hawkshaw availed himself of the circumstance to -go in his place; by which means this most -enterprising Texan officer secured his passage free. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap11"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XL -<br /><br /> -DARKNESS MADE LIGHT. -</h3> - -<p> -We last left Morley Ashton and Hawkshaw seated -near the verge of Acton Chine. -</p> - -<p> -The former was extracting from his portemonnaie -the ring which Ethel Basset had so unwisely -commissioned him to return, and he remained with it in -his hand for a minute or two, forming in his own -mind the least offensive mode of tendering it. At -that time the chimes of the church of Acton-Rennel -rung out joyously their closing peal, and the sound, -together with the beauty of the evening, the -softness of the wooded landscape on one hand, and the -wild grandeur of the surf-beaten rocks on the other, -were not without a most soothing influence on the -somewhat poetic and imaginative temperament of -Morley, who reflected on the shortness of the time -he would be permitted to look on that familiar scene, -and the changes that must take place ere—if ever—he -saw it again. -</p> - -<p> -He said something of this kind to Hawkshaw, -who was alternately silent or nervously garrulous, -adding, with a sad smile— -</p> - -<p> -"I never hear the chimes of old Acton, ringing -over the woodlands, without thinking of the lines— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'Those evening bells, those evening bells,<br /> - How many a tale their music tells,<br /> - Of youth, of home, and native clime,<br /> - When last I heard their soothing chime.'<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -And then the scenery here about is so glorious, and -so thoroughly English in its character and fertility!" -</p> - -<p> -"Bah! you don't call this scenery, do you?" -asked Hawkshaw, brusquely. -</p> - -<p> -"Is it not charming?" -</p> - -<p> -"May be so to you; but to me, who have hunted, -scouted, and trapped over the mighty Sierras, which -divide Texas from New Mexico—Sierras covered to -their cloud-clapped summits with forests of oak, -pine, and cedar, and all alive with wild horses and -cattle; or to me, who have seen the yet denser -woods out of which the Arkansas and Trinidad -rivers come roaring to the sea, your mild, -Dutch-looking, English landscape, is no more than a -rat-ranche would be if compared to St. Paul's -Cathedral?" -</p> - -<p> -"It must be somewhat dangerous, a land teeming -with wild horses and cattle?" said Morley, to -change the subject, and smiling, as he lit a fresh -cigar. -</p> - -<p> -"Dangerous? <i>Caramba</i>! I rather calculate -it is!" -</p> - -<p> -"How?" asked Morley, carelessly. -</p> - -<p> -"In those mountain ranges are wild trappers, and -lawless bandidos, like those Barradas I told you of -one evening—do you remember?" -</p> - -<p> -"Perfectly." -</p> - -<p> -"Fellows of all colours—white, black, and brown, -yellow, and copper-coloured—who may be off with -your purse and scalp before you know where you -are. Then there are bears, conguars, buffaloes, -panthers, wolves, foxes, and alligators. I was -nearly gobbled up by one when bathing in the Red -River. Immortal smash! I had a close run for it, -and only kept him off by splashing and kicking like -a sunfish in a breeze." -</p> - -<p> -After a pause— -</p> - -<p> -"I wish we had the ladies here," said Morley; -"the evening is so lovely—the sunset is so rich." -</p> - -<p> -"Aye—our Ethel is romantic, very!" observed -Hawkshaw; "she rather likes 'Thaddeus of -Warsaw,' and copies verses in a hot-pressed album; -sighs often when alone, no doubt, and always ties -the ribbons of her bonnet in a true-lover's knot." -</p> - -<p> -Morley looked fixedly at the speaker, for the -whole speech, and the phrase, "our Ethel," -displeased him. -</p> - -<p> -"Mr. Hawkshaw," said he, gravely, "there is -something of a sneer in your tone, which I do not -understand." -</p> - -<p> -"Sneer—not at all. Do you imagine that I would -sneer at one so charming as our friend, Miss -Basset—one whom we mutually admire so much?" replied -Hawkshaw; but as he spoke the fire of secret hate -mingled in his eye with that of the admiration, we -cannot term it love, he bore for Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -"Apropos of Miss Basset," said Morley, now careless -whether he offended or not, "I have here a ring -of yours, Captain Hawkshaw, which she commissioned -me to return to you, as, on reflection, she -cannot think of depriving you of so interesting a -relic of your Mexican campaigns." -</p> - -<p> -"Thank you," replied Hawkshaw, with a quiet -stare, as he took the ring from Morley, and placed -it on one of his fingers, even his bushy moustache -failing to conceal the fierce quiver of his upper lip; -"I received it at a ball, from the eldest daughter of -General Santa Anna, and so can well afford to -receive it back from a daughter of old Scriven -Basset." -</p> - -<p> -This was the third or fourth history of the ring -Morley had heard; but he only smiled in -silence. -</p> - -<p> -"You think you have done your duty," resumed -the captain, as the resolution to quarrel became -strong in his breast, so strong that he cared not to -repress it; "but I reckon, friend Ashton, that you -are slightly up a tree, as the Yankees say." -</p> - -<p> -"Sir, I do not understand you," said Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"I am not so vernal as to fail in perceiving that -you are awfully spooney upon Miss Basset." -</p> - -<p> -"If I am to construe your slang into meaning -that I love her, you are quite right," replied Morley, -coldly, as he rose up. -</p> - -<p> -"But you cannot think of marrying her, even if -old Basset be donkey enough to let you!" -</p> - -<p> -"Captain Hawkshaw!" -</p> - -<p> -"For one who can scarcely float himself, it is -thankless work to take a sinking craft in tow," -continued the captain, whose phrases were quite as -often nautical as Mexican. -</p> - -<p> -"Sir, you are impertinent." -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Caramba!</i> not at all—but truthful—only truthful," -replied Hawkshaw, with a studied insolence of -manner, as he continued to knock the ashes off his -cigar, so that they flew all over Morley's face. "If -I had you in Mexico, I would give you advice more -seriously; as it is, in this tame, stupid land of good -order, coroners' inquests, rural police, and city -bluebottles, I must content myself with what I have -said." -</p> - -<p> -"Stand back, sir, and permit me to pass you!" -said Morley, haughtily, as he found that, on rising, -he was unpleasantly near the verge of the rocks, -and that Hawkshaw, with a dark and dangerous -gleam in his eyes, stood menacingly between him -and the safer portion of the edge. -</p> - -<p> -It was at that moment, that unexpectedly as a -star falls, or light flashes, a diabolical idea occurred -to Hawkshaw, just as if a fiend, unseen, was at his -ear to whisper and to urge him on. -</p> - -<p> -A sudden silence seemed to fill the air—to pervade -the land and sea. He ceased to hear the roar of the -waves in the Chine below, or the screaming of the -wild sea-birds in mid air. A clamorous ferocity—a -terrible anxiety, seemed to possess his whole soul. -</p> - -<p> -He cast a hasty glance around him; not a person -was near, and no eye was upon them, save One in -heaven, and that dread eye he forgot. He gave -the unsuspecting Morley a dreadful blow with his -clenched hand, and then a violent push. The victim -staggered backward, reeled forward, and as he fell, -clutched wildly at the turf which fringed the edge -of the rocks. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Heaven!" burst from his lips; "Hawkshaw—you -cannot—you dare not mean this! Save me—Ethel!" -</p> - -<p> -The pieces of turf he clutched so desperately gave -way, and without a sound he vanished into the awful -profundity below! -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw lingered a moment by the fatal spot, -for in that moment all his senses were paralysed. -His breath, his sight, and hearing were gone, and -he felt as one who had ceased to live. -</p> - -<p> -Then he glanced carefully, fearfully, and stealthily -around, to assure himself again that the dreadful -deed he had committed was unseen by mortal eyes, -and anon, turning, he proceeded rapidly to descend -the winding pathway from the Chine, and then -sought the road to Laurel Lodge. -</p> - -<p> -The minutes spent in descending seemed to be so -many hours. His feet felt as if glued to the dusty -path, and his knees trembled under him. Before he -reached the highway the fierce fever of his blood had -cooled, though his heart still beat wildly, and his -temples throbbed painfully. -</p> - -<p> -There was a revulsion of feeling now, and he -began to wish the cruel deed undone. It was an -act so tremendous, so fearful to be perpetrated -among civilised people, that it appalled him more -than he could have expected, though he had -witnessed, yes, and acted in many a deed of cruelty -and bloodshed, in climes where the law, unless it -were Lynch law, was unknown even in name. -</p> - -<p> -The sun had set, and the sombre shadows of -evening were deepening on the land and sea. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw walked hurriedly, taking a great -circuit, that the perturbation of his spirits might -subside a little before he presented himself at Laurel -Lodge; but the throbbing of his temples, and the -leaping of his heart, continued the same as he -hastened on; and now, as the twilight deepened, -the trees and shadows began to take strange and -threatening forms, and ever before him he seemed -to see the last despairing glance of Morley's eyes, -and in his ears to hear the rending of the turf as it -gave way, with the awful sound of the poor victim's -voice, as with the terror of a dreadful death in his -soul, he so vainly sought the pitiless destroyer to -save him. -</p> - -<p> -In the cool flow of a wayside runnel, he bathed -his trembling hands and flushed forehead. Then he -began to consider that, as no one had seen him -commit the act, he need scarcely wish it undone; -that he should dismiss the palsying fear that was -gnawing at his heart, for in time he would strive to -forget, as he had forgotten and lived down many a -thing before. -</p> - -<p> -He had removed a troublesome rival from his -path, and fearfully had he punished Ethel for her -rejection of his addresses but two hours or so before, -it now seemed years ago, and for her open preference -of the hapless Morley Ashton; and yet—and -yet the emotions of that man's soul were what no -pen can depict. -</p> - -<p> -The summer moon that rose so broad and redly -from the distant sea now showed her clear, bright, -silver disc above the rocks of Acton Chine, but -Hawkshaw dared not look upon her lest he might -see murder on her face, as slowly, with parched lips, -pallid cheeks, and trembling hands, he left the long, -green lane, and proceeded up the avenue that led to -Laurel Lodge. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap12"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XII. -<br /><br /> -ON BOARD THE GOOD SHIP "HERMIONE," OF LONDON. -</h3> - -<p> -Amid the glare, the roar, and bustle of the mighty -world of London, ten days passed away like a painful -dream, an unrealisable phantasmagoria, to Ethel, -and like a dream, too, appeared the embarkation -at the crowded docks (which seemed crammed with -all the vessels in the world) one board the <i>Hermione</i>, -a fine clipper ship of 500 tons register, which, with -all her canvas loose, and blue peter flying at the -fore, was towed down the crowded river by a puffing, -panting, noisy little paddle-tug, which rejoiced -in the name of <i>Garibaldi</i>. -</p> - -<p> -Blackwall, with its docks; noble Greenwich, with -its terraces and domes; Woolwich, where, now and -then, a drum beat sharply, or a cannon boomed -through the air, were speedily passed; vast fleets of -merchantmen, crowded river steamers, and lumbering -barges, sidling down with the tide were glided -between; each bend of Father Thames was -traversed, and soon the <i>Hermione</i> was off Gravesend -so busy as a watering-place, and ever alive with -whistling trains and smoking steamers, in its noise, -bustle, and gaiety contrasting with sombre Tilbury, -on the flat Essex shore, with its brick-faced bastions, -double-ditch, and moat—an old cannon or two -lying among the sea slime, and a solitary sentinel -pacing to and fro before King Charles's Gate. -</p> - -<p> -At Gravesend, where the <i>Hermione</i> lay for a time, -with blue peter still flying, and her foretopsail -loose, as a double signal "for sea," she was joined -by her captain, who came by the down train from -town; the tug was paid off and a pilot taken on -board, with the last of the sea-going stores. -</p> - -<p> -Then sail was made on the ship, and the sunset of -a fine May evening saw her past Sheerness, with its -vast basin, docks, and storehouses, and the -guard-ship at the Nore, which pealed her evening gun -across the silent sea. -</p> - -<p> -The wind was freshening as the eventful day -went down. -</p> - -<p> -Ethel and Rose, with old Nance Folgate, were all -below now, sick and ill. Mr. Basset and Hawkshaw -trod the lee side of the quarter-deck together. Both -were silent. Mr. Basset was gazing sadly at the -shore along which they were running, and anon at -the red hulk of the floating light, which is anchored -four miles north-eastward of Sheerness, and the -lamps of which were now twinkling amid the haze -and obscurity far astern. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw was full of thought, too. He felt a -secret joy at being scatheless and free from -England; though, when reflecting, he thought, in -the words of Jane Eyre: "It is not violence that -best overcomes hate, nor vengeance that most -certainly heals an injury." -</p> - -<p> -The <i>Hermione</i>, we have said, was a 500-ton -ship. She was one of the finest of her class -that ever left the slips at Blackwall, and this was -only her third voyage; thus, in addition to being -new, she was well found and well fitted up in every -respect. -</p> - -<p> -John Phillips, her captain, was a bluff, ruddy-visaged, -jolly little man, with cheeks turned red by -exposure to sun and sea-breeze. He had three -mates; the senior, Mr. Samuel Quail, was a plain, -honest, rough seaman, who expected next voyage to -have a ship of his own; the second, Mr. Foster; -but the third was Adrian Manfredi, an Italian, a -quiet and rather gentlemanly young man, of whom -we shall hear more an on. -</p> - -<p> -The <i>Hermione</i> had a surgeon, Leslie Heriot, a -Scotsman, of course, and F.R.C.S.E.; a boatswain, -carpenter, blacksmith, and a crew of a somewhat -mingled kind, as we shall have unfortunate cause to -show ere long. She was bound for Singapore, but -was to touch at the Isle of France on her way out. -</p> - -<p> -Her cabin was handsome and spacious, and little -cabins, called state-rooms, opened off it with sliding -doors. -</p> - -<p> -Ethel, Rose, and Nance Folgate had one of them. -Mr. Scriven Basset and Hawkshaw had the berth -opposite. The others were occupied by the officers -of the ship, and all bade fair to form a pleasant -little community during the long voyage before them. -</p> - -<p> -For two days the <i>Hermione</i> lay at anchor off -Deal; on the third day she put to sea. By this -time Ethel and Rose had nearly got what Captain -Phillips bluntly termed "their sea-legs under them," -and sat on the quarter-deck seats after breakfast, -well muffled in cloaks; for though a lovely May sun -was shining on the rippling sea, and all over the -fertile coast of Kent, the atmosphere was chill, as -the breeze swept over the watery Downs. -</p> - -<p> -The day was charming, the wind was fair, and, -with everything set upon her that would draw, even -to her topgallant studding-sails rigged aloft, the -<i>Hermione</i> flew before it. -</p> - -<p> -The chalky cliffs of Kent; Dungeness lighthouse, -with its miles of shingly headland; gay Brighton, -with its far extent of sandy bay, that stretches from -Beechy Head to Selsea Hill; the chalky ranges that -look down on the wooded weald of Sussex—were -soon passed, and ere long the cliffs of the Isle of -Wight, gilded by the evening sun, rose on the -starboard bow. -</p> - -<p> -Rose Basset, about whom, attracted by her girlish -beauty and <i>espièglerie</i>, the young Scotch surgeon and -the Italian mate were both disposed to hover, asked -questions from time to time—those silly, but, -perhaps, natural questions which landfolks will ask on -board ship, which, somehow, did not sound quite so -silly when asked by the rosy lips of such a pretty -girl as Rose—while poor Ethel remained seated in -silence, with her eyes fixed on the distant coast, and -wondering how far Laurel Lodge and Acton-Rennel -were beyond those shadowy cliffs of chalk. -</p> - -<p> -Her reflections or thoughts were all chaos—a -mere mass of confusion. Thus, at times she could -scarcely realise where she was, or how she came to be -on board the <i>Hermione</i>, whether the journey by rail to -London, her ten days' sojourn there, and her being -at present on the sea, were not all a dream—a -protracted nightmare, from which she would waken and -find herself in her familiar bed-room in dear old -Laurel Lodge, which her eyes were never more to see. -</p> - -<p> -She thought, "How bright the evening sun may -be shining on it now; how gaily down the long -leafy vistas of Acton Chase, and on poor mamma's -grave. How little could she have conceived that we -should be so far from it? But the Lodge—ah, -others inhabit it now; others look through the -windows and pass through its rooms; others -promenade the gravelled walks and play croquet on its -grassy lawn, or cull flowers in its conservatory. The -place that knew us once, knows us no more; we -shall never see it again; never tread its soil, or -breathe its air; never more, never more!" -</p> - -<p> -Her tears fell, tears that fell hot and fast. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, to be with Morley and at rest," she sighed -in her heart. "But then there is papa, poor papa, -who loves me so well, and Rose." -</p> - -<p> -Her father's kind and benevolent face, sweet, -ruddy Rose's happy smile, and the familiar visage -of Hawkshaw (who had become exceeding gentle -and attentive), were ever before her. But Laurel -Lodge, with its home life, its elegance, and quiet -details, with the face, voice, image, existence, and -loss of Morley Ashton, seemed all to have passed -away to a vast distance from her. -</p> - -<p> -In a very few days she seemed to have lived a -great many years in thought and suffering. -</p> - -<p> -"Cheer up, Ethel—permit me to call you so," -said Hawkshaw, who had been silently regarding -her sweet, pensive face. "Cheer up," he repeated, -in a low voice; "think of what is before us in the -Mauritius—the lovely Isle of France—the land of -Paul and Virginia, that amiable little Virginia, about -whom every lady at least once in life sheds so many -tears, especially when in her early teens. We -must go over all the places depicted by Bernardin -St. Pierre in his novel; the Shaddock Grove, the -Mount of Discovery, Cape Misfortune, and the Bay -of the Tomb—eh?" -</p> - -<p> -"In pity leave me to myself," said Ethel, on -whose sensitive ear his half-jocular voice sounded -gratingly. -</p> - -<p> -"As you please," he muttered, under his breath, -with impatience, as he went to leeward and lit a -cigar. -</p> - -<p> -Next evening Ethel wept again, as she saw the -last of England—the lovely coast of Devon, with all -its apple-bowers mellowing in the sun—fade into -a blue streak, that blended with the evening sea. -</p> - -<p> -Then, for the first time, sea and sky, cloud and -water were around them, and she strove to rouse -herself from the apathy that had been oppressing -her faculties, and endeavoured, if she could not -speak, at least to listen to the conversation of others. -</p> - -<p> -"Our crew are indeed a mixed lot, Mr. Basset," -she heard Captain Phillips say to her father; -"mixed in character and in colour; more like a -gang shipped in the Mersey than in London." -</p> - -<p> -"How so, sir?" asked Mr. Basset. -</p> - -<p> -"We have Yankees, West Indians, and Mexican -Spaniards—some of these last are the worst of the -lot." -</p> - -<p> -"Been a good many years in Mexico, Captain -Phillips," said Hawkshaw, assuming a jaunty air. -</p> - -<p> -"Have you?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, and should like to see some of your fellows." -</p> - -<p> -"They are quarrelsome, I presume," observed -Mr. Basset. -</p> - -<p> -"Very, and very apt to use their knives. Keep -her away a point or two to the southward, Ellerton," -said he to the man at the wheel. "Mr. Quail, desire -the watch to bring those lee braces more aft." -</p> - -<p> -"They should be restricted in the use of such -weapons as sheath-knives, by law," said Mr. Basset, -emphatically, and thinking, perhaps, of his judge's -wig, which he had been recently trying on. -</p> - -<p> -"So they should, sir, but the law seldom reaches -far into blue water, unless so be as a Queen's -pennant is floating over it. Do you see that fellow -out upon the arm of the mainyard just now?" -</p> - -<p> -"Ah!—what is he perched up there for?—amusement?" -asked Mr. Basset. -</p> - -<p> -"He is busy securing the eye of the stun'sail -boom." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, captain?" -</p> - -<p> -"To my mind, he is the very model of a pirate." -</p> - -<p> -They all looked up, and saw a large-boned, powerful, -athletic, dark-skinned, and black-whiskered -fellow, clad in a red shirt, and a pair of remarkably -dirty canvas trousers, secured about his waist by a -black belt, in which a long sheath-knife was stuck. -</p> - -<p> -He was astride the yard-arm; the bronze-like -soles of his muscular bare feet were turned towards -the group, and, as the captain said, he was doing -something to the studding-sail boom. -</p> - -<p> -"A foreigner, I presume, by the rings in his -ears," said Mr. Basset, with his hands thrust into -the pockets of his ample white waistcoat. -</p> - -<p> -"A Mexican Spaniard," said Captain Phillips; -"we have two of them on board, brothers, and a -pretty pair of rascals they are. But there goes the -steward's bell for tea, ladies; Miss Basset, may I -have the pleasure of taking you below? She's -running on a wind now, and will be pretty steady. -Doctor Heriot, oblige me by doing the attentive to -Miss Rose." -</p> - -<p> -The young surgeon (whom the captain's request -was meant to quiz) hastened, smilingly, to proffer -his arm as directed, and the whole party, including -Quail, the first mate, Manfredi, the third (as the -second had charge of the deck), descended to the -cabin, where Rose did the honours of the captain's -tea-table, for Ethel was still too weak or too listless -to do so. -</p> - -<p> -The last to leave the deck was Cramply Hawkshaw. -As he turned to descend, he looked up at the -Spanish seaman, whose outline and dark profile were -clearly defined against the sky. -</p> - -<p> -"'Tis Pedro Barradas," he muttered; "confusion -and a curse! the Barradas here." -</p> - -<p> -His face was white as that of the dead—white as -on the fatal evening when he entered Laurel Lodge; -and he seemed scarcely to know what he was doing, -as with one of his stealthy glances cast around, he -descended to the cabin, from which he did not issue -for the remainder of that night. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap13"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XIII. -<br /><br /> -ACTON CHINE. -</h3> - -<p> -More than three weeks have now elapsed since that -eventful evening which saw Hawkshaw and Morley -Ashton ascending the steep pathway that leads to -Acton Chine, and which, moreover, saw the -first-named personage traversing the same path -homeward—but <i>alone</i>. -</p> - -<p> -Though Morley was flung over the cliff, and -though the turf which he grasped gave way, so that -he actually fell into the yawning gulf below, he was -not fated to perish. -</p> - -<p> -But before the turf parted in his despairing -grasp, poor Morley lived a lifetime, as it were, of -keen agony. -</p> - -<p> -He knew the profundity of the awful abyss that -yawned in blackness far down beneath him, and he -heard the roaring of the fierce waves, that leaped -and boiled as if impatient of their prey. -</p> - -<p> -The chine we have stated as being about 400 -feet in height; its depth, to the bottom of -the sea, we have no means of knowing, the -foundation of its rocks being far below where mortal -eye can fathom. -</p> - -<p> -After the name of Ethel escaped him, he had no -power to utter another cry, for the terrible -expression which he read in the malignant face of -Hawkshaw, while standing safely on the brink -above, paralysed him, and he remained silent—but -silently desperate, in his wild and despairing -attempts to raise himself up, and to regain a footing -on the cliff; but he had no purchase (to use a -mechanical term); thus, while clinging by his hands, -his feet and knees scraped fruitlessly on the hard -face of the basaltic rocks. -</p> - -<p> -Mechanically, too, he moved his body, as one -who, in sleep, dreams, and is afraid of falling. -</p> - -<p> -He felt the turf rending, the last clutch of life -parting, by the very efforts he made to save it. -Then a blindness seemed to come upon him—a mist, -through which the form of Hawkshaw seemed -dilated to colossal proportions, towering between -him and the sky like a destroying angel, while the -roaring of the sea beneath seemed to fill all space, -as with the roll of thunder. -</p> - -<p> -Bead-drops of agony oozed upon his icy brow, -while despair and the terror of death were in his -heart, and though the whole episode lasted little -more, perhaps, than a single minute, Morley Ashton -lived, as we have stated, <i>a lifetime of agony</i>! -</p> - -<p> -The turf gave way! a sigh—it seemed his parting -soul—escaped him; <i>he fell</i>, and vanished from the -eyes of Hawkshaw. -</p> - -<p> -But Heaven had ordained that the poor lad was -not to perish. About thirty-five, perhaps forty feet -below the verge of the chine, there extends a ledge -or abutting piece of rock, about five feet broad, and -eight or ten feet long, so far as the eye may judge -of it from the seaward, as mortal hand has never -measured it; and on this natural shelf he fell heavily, -and almost senseless by emotion and the shock. -</p> - -<p> -A thick coarse moss, of a kind that has grown -there for ages, mingled with a species of guano -deposited by the sea-birds, received him softly, and -broke the force of his fall, which, had the face of -the basalt been bare, must have produced the most -fatal injuries. -</p> - -<p> -For some time Morley thought all was over, and -he lay still—half stunned alike by the shock and by -the suddenness of the whole event. Then his heart -filled with a gush of gratitude to Heaven that he was -saved, till reflection brought a thrill of horror that -he was now utterly lost. -</p> - -<p> -He heard still the ceaseless roaring and bellowing -of the breakers, gurgling, sucking, and surging in -the chine; he heard also the wild screaming of the -sea-birds above and below him, as the astonished -gulls and cormorants wheeled in circles, or alighted -on the shelf of rock beside him, and flapped their -wings with a sharp and at times booming sound. -</p> - -<p> -The evening passed away, and night came on -before Morley dared to stir, to move, or look about -him. In all its starry splendour, he could see the -Plough and the glorious stream of the Milky Way. -</p> - -<p> -Then the moon, that whilom rose as we have said, -red and round as a crimson shield, at the far verge -of the watery horizon, had gradually reached almost -to the zenith, when her disc, small and sharply -defined, shone like a ball of glowing silver amid the -sparkling ether. -</p> - -<p> -A broad flake of her glorious sheen poured aslant -into the gaping chine, increasing, perhaps, its weird -and ghastly aspect; but this broad stream of light -enabled poor Morley to examine the place of his fall, -and he soon saw in all their details the horrors of -his hopeless situation. -</p> - -<p> -Above, the rock ascended sheer as a wall to the -height we have stated—a wall up which it was -hopeless to think of climbing. -</p> - -<p> -Below, the cliff receded from the ledge on which -he lay, so that in reality the sea was foaming -completely beneath him. -</p> - -<p> -From the land-side his position could neither be -seen nor even discovered in any way whatever; and -even if it were so, in what way were the finders to -succour him? -</p> - -<p> -How many ships might pass before even a sailor's -ready eye might detect a human figure perched so -far up, among the hungry cormorants and shrieking -sea-mews? -</p> - -<p> -Without shelter, food, or water, how long could -he survive on the giddy shelf of that storm-beaten -sea-cliff, where he dared not close an eye lest he -might roll into eternity below? -</p> - -<p> -To ascend was impracticable; to descend was to -die! -</p> - -<p> -How awful it was to see the white sea-birds skimming -the ocean with wings outspread, or floating in -the air, and know that they were more than 300 feet -below him! -</p> - -<p> -If descried by the crew of a fisher-boat, the idea -occurred to him of risking a plunge into the water: -but from this desperate thought his heart recoiled -at once. To fall whizzing through the air from such -a height would insure his falling breathless into the -sea, so that its waves would close over him when his -lungs were empty, and he would never rise again. -</p> - -<p> -Days might pass, and nights would certainly pass, -during which no eye could see him, save those of the -sea-birds that wheeled in circles round him, as if -impatient of their repast, from which his apparent life -and power of action—as he "who-whooped" from -time to time to scare them—as yet denied their -craving beaks and bills, but only as yet, for he -anticipated with horror a time when, faint and expiring, -they might pounce down in one voracious flock and -rend him piecemeal. -</p> - -<p> -And thus Ethel, life, hope, and the world, were all -cut off from him at one fell swoop, by a single blow -of Hawkshaw's felon hand. -</p> - -<p> -Conquered, powerless, and crushed by the united -horrors of his situation; unseen, unknown, left to -die within a pistol-shot of help, within forty feet of -safety, he cowered his face between his knees, and -murmuring, "Oh, villain! villain!" he wept like a -child. -</p> - -<p> -So the breakers continued to boom, so sickening -in their monotony, far down below, and the night -passed on. Morley strove to pray, but his mind was -a chaos; he could neither thank Heaven for his first -escape, nor implore aid for the future. For a time -he was stupefied. -</p> - -<p> -So the wild sea-birds—the black-billed auk, the -mouse-coloured guillemot, the huge white gull, the -rank, coarse cormorant, whose shape Milton describes -Satan as assuming, when devising death, he perched -upon the Tree of Life—continued to wheel and scream -around the miserable Morley, who remained on his -lofty perch in an agony of spirit. -</p> - -<p> -The sea ebbed and flowed again; the moon paled -and waned; the clouds gathered in heaven and -divided again. Day stole over the brightening ocean, -and gradually a bright May morning—the same -morning when, creeping from Rose's side, the -weeping Ethel drew the curtains of her window, and -looked forth upon the upland path that led to this -fatal spot. -</p> - -<p> -The morning star twinkled brightly and propitiously -above the edge of the chine, and then its -light faded into radiance of the growing dawn. -</p> - -<p> -And with day came hope, that if he was doomed -to die it might not be unseen. Morley wiped his -damp brow and eyes with his handkerchief, for -though the season was summer, the atmosphere was -damp and chill upon the cliff above the sea. -</p> - -<p> -He heard once the voice of a lark, but it was high -above him. -</p> - -<p> -From the place where he sat, Morley's eye could -command a range of about eight miles of sea, and -as the day dawned he anxiously swept the offing, -but in vain; nothing was visible, but what the -Ancient Mariner saw, "the sea and sky, the sea and -sky," till about sunrise, when a white sail and the -smoke of a steamer, both hull down, could be seen -at the horizon, some thirty miles off; thus, so far -as succour was concerned, they might as well have -been beyond the equator. -</p> - -<p> -Fourteen hours had he now been missing. -</p> - -<p> -What would be the emotions, the bewilderment, -the grief of Ethel?—what the specious, the artful, -it might be the villainous story framed by Hawkshaw -to account for his disappearance? It might be one -that would blast his character, blacken his memory, -and sever even her love from him. -</p> - -<p> -Was not a murderer capable of anything? -</p> - -<p> -Now a fisher-boat, brown and tarry, with a -patched lugsail, of no particular hue, bellying out -in the fresh morning breeze, with the snow-white -foam bubbling under her sharp prow, shot into sight -about two miles off. -</p> - -<p> -Morley shouted, though he might have saved -himself the trouble, for the two men who formed -her crew could no more have heard him than if he -had been in the moon; but he could not repress the -impulse that made him halloo to them again and again. -</p> - -<p> -He waved his white handkerchief frantically. If -observed, it would seem but a sea-bird's wing at -such a distance; but the two black specks in the -fishing-boat were seated with their backs to the -shore, one intent upon handling his tiller, the other -grasped the sheet, and both were enjoying their -pipes and gazing seaward; so the boat, with her -bellying sail, and foam-dripping prow, passed on, -and Morley remained still unseen and alone. -</p> - -<p> -Other three boats passed, under a press of sail, -towards the fishing ground; but they were far -off—so far that he scarcely made any attempt to -signal them. -</p> - -<p> -He felt no hunger; but now a thirst, which he -had no means of allaying, and which the saline -property of the atmosphere tended to increase, came -upon him to add to his troubles and misery of mind -and body. -</p> - -<p> -Now a steamer passed, bound for Ireland, or the -Isle of Man. -</p> - -<p> -She was nearly ten miles off; but in the hope -some idling tourist or passenger might be scanning -the coast with a telescope or lorgnette, he continued, -with anxious vigour, to wave his handkerchief, but -waved it in vain, for she sped on her course and -rapidly disappeared, though the long, smoky pennant, -emitted by her funnel, lingered for hours -across the sky before it melted into thin air and -passed away. -</p> - -<p> -And still the angry waves boomed below, and the -greedy sea-birds wheeled and screamed around him. -How he longed for wings like the latter! -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Heaven!" he exclaimed, "aid, inspire, and -sustain me for a little time, or let me perish at once, -and end this day of horror!" -</p> - -<p> -More than once, he actually conceived the idea of -endeavouring to lure a couple of gulls within his -grasp, and then to plunge into the sea, in the hope -that their flapping and outspread pinions might -break the force of his descent; and once safely in -the ocean, he knew that he could swim round the -chine, and reach the level beach that lies about a -quarter of a mile to the westward of it. -</p> - -<p> -But he might as well have hoped to catch the -distant clouds or the hues of the rainbow, as those -wild gulls and gannets. -</p> - -<p> -So the weary day passed on, and, with horror, he -contemplated the prospects of another night of -hopeless watching, of sleeplessness and thirst, for -he dared not close his eyes, even for a moment, lest -drowsiness should come upon him, when he might -topple from his perch into the eternity that yawned -below. -</p> - -<p> -The rising wind moaned in the chine, and waved -the tufts of samphire below, and those of the grass -forty feet above his head. -</p> - -<p> -The sun was verging to the westward. The -breeze, which had been soft and mild all day, -changed, and blew keenly against the cliff, rolling -the sea in billows before it; and now, about six -o'clock in the evening, so far as Morley could -judge—as his watch had been broken in his fall—a -smart, square-rigged vessel—a ship, as he soon -perceived—lying as near the wind as she could, on -a long starboard tack, came gradually near the -shore. -</p> - -<p> -When she first hove in sight she might have been -six miles off, but was running steadily towards the -chine. -</p> - -<p> -Morley knew that she would come within half a -mile, or less, of the coast, without going about or -shortening sail, as the water was so deep; so he -resolved not to miss this chance of life and rescue! -</p> - -<p> -To have a larger signal than his handkerchief, he -drew off his white shirt, and, holding it by the -sleeves, permitted the whole garment to wave out -like a banner on the wind. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap14"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XIV. -<br /><br /> -THE RESCUE. -</h3> - -<p> -On came the beautiful ship, with all her white -canvas shining in the setting sun. Her deck, on -which, from his fearful perch, Morley could look -completely down, was spotless, and her crew seemed -pigmies, herself a toy, but one, nevertheless, instinct -with life, as she flew before the breeze, careening -gracefully over, with the white foam curling under -the bows, and sweeping past her counter, to form a -long grey wake in the green sea astern. -</p> - -<p> -Frantically Morley waved his impromptu banner, -his signal of distress; and long he continued to do -so, bathed in perspiration, and enduring an agony -of hope and anxiety, before he could perceive the -crew hastening to the bows, the forecastle bitts, -and some ascending into the fore-rigging, as if to -have a better look at him. -</p> - -<p> -"Hurrah! and blessed be God, they have seen -me!" he exclaimed. -</p> - -<p> -At that moment up went the scarlet ensign to the -gaff-peak, from whence it was dipped once, and -hoisted again, as a signal that he had been observed. -</p> - -<p> -On she comes; and now she is about half a mile -distant from the rocks of Acton Chine. A man is -heaving the lead in the fore-chains, but no -soundings are there for more than forty fathoms; and -borne over the water, and upward through the -ambient air, the words of command came clearly to -Morley's excited ear. -</p> - -<p> -Now the headsails shiver, heavily flap the jib, -forestaysail, and foretopmast-staysail, round swings -the main and maintopsail yards sharp to windward, -and now she lies to, with her broadside to the shore. -</p> - -<p> -A quarter-boat is lowered; six men—Morley can -count them—drop into her; something is thrown -in, Morley knows not what, but a telescope would -have revealed that it is a coil of stout rope. -</p> - -<p> -Now the oars are shipped. Bravo! she is shoved -off, and the dripping blades flash in the last rays of -the setting sun, as she darts from the ship's side, -and sweeps round the promontory, and out of sight, -towards the little cove, where Morley knew there -was a landing-place and little strip of white sand. -</p> - -<p> -Morley waited nearly an hour—it seemed an age—after -this. The ship still lay off the rocky shore, -rolling heavily on the ground swell—so heavily, that -the cracking flap of her loose canvas reached his ear -sometimes. Once the mainyard was slued round, -and sail was made on her for a little way, as if she -had been drifted by wind and current rather too -close in shore; but again the yard was backed, and, -as before, she lay to, motionless and still. -</p> - -<p> -The sun had gone down, dusk was stealing over -the land, and the warm saffron flush that bathed -the western sea and sky became obscured by masses -of copper-coloured clouds. -</p> - -<p> -Morley's heart beat wildly; he listened, but -heard only the boom of the eternal breakers in the -horrid grave that yawned below, and the screaming -of the sea-birds around him. -</p> - -<p> -Suddenly he heard a cheer—the mingled shout -of several voices—ring in mid-air above him. Oh, -how his poor heart bounded at the sound! -</p> - -<p> -He looked upward, as he had done a hundred -times before, but saw nothing, save the impending -rock, for a time, till suddenly something appeared -to swing over it, between him and the sky. -</p> - -<p> -Down it came, and soon he grasped it, and the -rope to which it was attached. -</p> - -<p> -Wrapped round with a seaman's neckerchief, it -proved to be a pint bottle, with a memorandum, -written in pencil, twisted round the neck. -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Take a pull at the bottle, to give you strength, -and lash the line round you; tie the knot well, for -your life depends on it. Then pass up the word to -hoist away, and never fear but we shall pull you up.</i>" -</p> - -<p> -Such were the directions pencilled on the scrap -of paper. -</p> - -<p> -With a sigh of joy and gratitude, Morley, faint, -weary, and trembling in every limb and every nerve, -uncorked the bottle, which contained brandy-grog—stiff -half-and-half. As directed, he took a hearty -"pull" thereat, for strength and coolness were alike -necessary now. -</p> - -<p> -He then cast the bottle into the profundity below. -No sound followed its descent: and the fall of a -sixty-four-pound shot would have caused none there. -</p> - -<p> -He tied the rope round his body, under the arm-pits, -but with considerable difficulty, as his hands -trembled like aspen leaves. -</p> - -<p> -"All ready? heave away!" he shouted. -</p> - -<p> -After a time the rope was tightened from above; -a few sharp tugs followed, as if those who sought to -save him wished to assure themselves that all was -secure below. -</p> - -<p> -Then followed the familiar "Yeo-heo!" of -merchant seamen when pulling together, and -Morley felt his scalp bristling as he was lifted off -his feet and swung into mid-air. -</p> - -<p> -The hated ledge of rock—hated, though, but for -its lucky intervention, he must long ago have "slept -the sleep that knows no waking"—receded below -him, and he was dragged up the face of the bluff so -speedily that all his care was requisite, by the use -of hands and feet, to save his face and knees from -being bruised and torn. -</p> - -<p> -At last he reached the verge—that awful verge, -close to where the tufts of grass had parted in his -seeming death-grasp. Here a stoppage, a trivial -delay, occurred; Morley was too blind and giddy -to know why or wherefore, but he was not without -fear that the knot his feeble hands had tied might -break loose, or that the chafed cord might part, -here, as it were, upon the threshold of the world -and a new lease of existence; nor did he feel secure -until he felt himself grasped bodily by the strong -hands of several sturdy seamen, dragged in, as it -were, and landed like a huge fish on the grass. -Pale, panting, weak, weary, and becoming breathless, -he fainted outright. -</p> - -<p> -"Here's a coil, mate," said one of the seamen. -"The poor fellow has gone right off into a swound, -and is as useless as a wet swab." -</p> - -<p> -"What's to be done now, Mr. Morrison?" asked -another. -</p> - -<p> -"We can't leave him, dying, it may be, of -starvation," replied the seaman addressed—one -in authority, apparently, and who spoke English -correctly, but with a Scottish accent. "No -house is nearer than yonder hamlet. He is well -rigged, and don't look like a poor samphire -gatherer, after all. How the dickens did he get -up or get down there, unless on a grey gull's -back?" -</p> - -<p> -"Take a leg and an arm, Bill. Heave ahead. -We must get him down from this 'tarnal steep bluff, -somehow." -</p> - -<p> -And, carrying Morley as carefully as they could, -the seamen, who were six in number, proceeded -downwards by the narrow path which led to the -beach. -</p> - -<p> -So intent had these worthy fellows been on their -humane operations, that they had completely failed -to observe how the dense clouds had been banking -up to seaward; how the waves were curling up, -white and frothy, and how the wind was freshening, -till it swept the spoon-drift off each foaming crest, -into the trough between; or how the ship had -doused her royals, and handed her topgallant-sails, -to make all snug for the coming blast. -</p> - -<p> -"We have not a moment to lose," said Morrison, -the mate. "It is almost dark already, lads—very -dark for a May night. A breeze in shore is coming -on fast. Let's be off to the ship without delay." -</p> - -<p> -"But this poor fellow, sir." -</p> - -<p> -"Can't be left to die upon the beach. It would -be clear murder, mates." -</p> - -<p> -"Let us take him aboard with us, and send him -ashore with the first in-shore craft we overhaul -after he gets his sea-legs." -</p> - -<p> -"In, in! Here comes the gale! Out oars! -Shove off!" -</p> - -<p> -And thus Morley Ashton, still insensible, or -completely stupefied and passive, in three minutes more -was speeding over the rising waves, as fast as six -oars could bear him, towards the unknown ship. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap15"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XV. -<br /><br /> -AN OLD SHIPMATE. -</h3> - -<p> -For twenty-four hours after he was on board, -Morley Ashton was alternately faint and delirious. -His nervous system had been overstrained, and -thus, for a time, he knew not where he was, by -whom rescued, or by whom surrounded, and, at -times, he still fancied himself on his awful perch -above Acton Chine, and still in his ears he seemed -to hear the roar of the waves and the screaming -of the sea-birds. -</p> - -<p> -Meanwhile a heavy gale had sprung up, and the -ship which sheltered him had been compelled to -stand off to sea, pursuing her course south-south-west, -and thus the land had vanished astern some -seven hours before Morley recovered complete -consciousness, and began to look curiously and -inquiringly around him. -</p> - -<p> -Was he in a dream? -</p> - -<p> -Whence the strange and not unfamiliar odour of -new paint and tar, and the close atmosphere, so -undeniably that of a ship's cabin? Then there -were the creaking of timbers, the jarring of all -sorts of things, the swaying to and fro of a chained -lamp, of a brass tell-tale compass, that swung in -the skylight—the swaying, also, of berth-curtains -on brass rods and rings, the rattle of racks and -plates and dishes in an open locker, the clatter of -blocks on deck, and the gurgling wash of water -against the outer sheathing, with the jolting of the -rudder, and the rasping of its chains. -</p> - -<p> -Aided by the gleams of uncertain radiance that -came down the square skylight, and sometimes with -prismatic hues through the yokes that were inserted -in the planking of the deck, Morley looked around -him, and became assured, beyond a doubt, that he -was a-bed in the cabin of a ship under sail, and in -no dream at all. -</p> - -<p> -At that moment footsteps were heard descending -the companion ladder, and a seaman, muffled in a -storm jacket and sou'-wester, both of which were -shining with salt spray, approached the berth in -which Morley lay. -</p> - -<p> -"Bartelot—Tom Bartelot! old friend and school-fellow," -he exclaimed, with bewilderment, "where -on earth did you come from?" -</p> - -<p> -"Not from among the clouds and gulls, as you -did, Morley," replied the other, laughing. -</p> - -<p> -"And so—so you are beside me!" -</p> - -<p> -"Of course I am, and right glad to see you again, -Ashton; but this is a queer business of yours, old -fellow." -</p> - -<p> -"How?—why?—where am I?" -</p> - -<p> -"Aboard my ship, to be sure." -</p> - -<p> -"Then I have had fever again, and have never -been at home; have never seen Ethel! Have never -been thrown into Acton Chine! I have had dreams, -Tom—oh, such dreams!" -</p> - -<p> -"I rather think you have, Morley." -</p> - -<p> -"How mad I must have been, and such queer -things I must have said. Did I speak about the -Bassets and the Isle of France? I would have -sworn that I had seen Ethel, had spoken to her, -and—and kissed her many times. Dear Ethel! And so -we are still on board your brig in the Bonny River?" -</p> - -<p> -"Now, what are you talking about? You are -most awfully at sea, in more ways than one!" -exclaimed Bartelot, thrusting his hands deep into -his trousers pockets, and regarding Morley with -great surprise. "My poor chum, Ashton, you are -not aboard my old brig, the <i>Rattler</i>, of Liverpool, at -Foche Point, with the yellow flag—the sign of -fever—flying at the foremasthead, but aboard of my new -ship, the <i>Princess</i>, of London, of 300 tons register -(we won't say what burden) and Al at Lloyd's, -bound for Rio de Janeiro, with a mixed cargo, and -now about eighty miles off the Land's End and -Cape Cornwall." -</p> - -<p> -"Tom, Tom, how you bewilder me," groaned -Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"We are just clearing St. George's Channel with -a glorious breeze—quite aft—though it will soon be -upon the starboard quarter, I fear. So now, my -boy, tell me how the deuce you came to be perched -up aloft among the gulls and gannets on yonder -rocks? A most fearful place it is, and a world of -trouble it cost my first mate, Bill Morrison, to get -you towed up in safety." -</p> - -<p> -The silence almost of stupefaction succeeded this -information, and some time elapsed before Morley -could understand or realise the truth of it. -</p> - -<p> -Meanwhile, let us describe Captain Thomas -Bartelot, of the ship <i>Princess</i>, of London. -</p> - -<p> -He had a free, open, jovial, and merry expression, -a fresh and ruddy complexion, a pleasant voice, and -a very winning manner. He was a stout, rather -gentlemanly man, about ten years older than -Morley, but more muscular, better developed, and -thicker, especially about the arms, the biceps -whereof indicated that he had been used to a -good deal of pulling and hauling in his time. He -had on a glazed sou'-wester, the strings and ear-laps -of which he untied, and a storm-jacket of tarred -canvas, secured by horn-buttons, of which attire -he now proceeded to disencumber himself, for on -deck the weather had been rough, and the spray -was flying in showers of foam over the catheads, -occasionally over the quarter, and he "had just left -the ship in charge of Morrison," he said, "and -come below for the double purpose of seeing how -Morley was getting on, and procuring a caulker -from the steward's locker." After a pause, during -which time the said "caulker" was imbibed from a -square case-bottle: "When you were brought on -board, Morley, by Morrison and the boat's crew, I -was so surprised at recognising you," said Bartelot, -"that I scarcely knew whether my head or heels -were on the deck. You were in a death-like faint, -or I would have sent you ashore again. The night -was fast becoming dark, and the weather foul. We -couldn't keep dodging about the coast, as Admiral -Fitzroy had telegraphed, 'Gales of wind expected -from all quarters;' so I resolved to give the land a -wide berth (lucky it was for you that we hugged it -so close!) and stood off to sea. I am sorry for that, -Morley, but I couldn't help it, old boy; insurance -brokers, ship agents, and owners won't stand trifling -nowadays, so console yourself that it was no worse. -You couldn't have fallen into better hands than -Tom Bartelot, eh? Look there," he continued, -pointing to a small yellow map of Britain, framed -and glazed on the bulkhead, and having all the -coast surrounded by little black spots. "Each of -these spots, Morley, marks a wreck of last year. -It is the 'Wreck Chart,' published by the Life-boat -Institution, and it shows quite enough of black -spots in the Bristol Channel to warrant me in -getting out to sea; and somehow, to my mind, we -have had three gales now for one we used to have -before Admiral Fitzroy took to telegraphing about -his south and north cones, storm-drums, and what -not. Old Gawthrop, one of our men, swears he -whistles up the very gales he telegraphs. But -speak, Morley, why don't you say something? Am -I to have all the talking to myself?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Tom, I owe my life to you." -</p> - -<p> -"To Bill Morrison, rather." -</p> - -<p> -"Who is he?" -</p> - -<p> -"My Scotch mate." -</p> - -<p> -"But this adventure, and my being taken off to -sea, I know not whither——" -</p> - -<p> -"Rio de Janeiro, I told you." -</p> - -<p> -"It ruins my prospects for ever!" -</p> - -<p> -"Sorry to hear you say so; but we'll put you -aboard the first homeward-bound craft we overhaul. -Till then, you are heartily welcome to swing your -hammock in my cabin, and to share our junk and -grog." -</p> - -<p> -"Thanks, thanks, old fellow; but a homeward-bound -ship will avail me little." -</p> - -<p> -"The deuce!—would you wish to swim or fly?" -</p> - -<p> -"Unless I could be landed near Acton-Rennel, -and within a week, it matters not where I am; for -Ethel Basset, if she lives—survives my supposed -loss—don't laugh in that way, Tom, please—must -be, like myself——" -</p> - -<p> -"How—where?" -</p> - -<p> -"Upon the sea." -</p> - -<p> -"Drink this," said Bartelot, handing him a -tumbler of wine-and-water; "and now tell me -all about this matter, for I own to being rather -curious about it." -</p> - -<p> -Morley related his story briefly and rapidly. -</p> - -<p> -"My berth was secured and paid for on board -the <i>Hermione</i>, of London." -</p> - -<p> -"I know the craft well, and jolly Jack Phillips, -her captain, too," said Bartelot; "a fine old fellow -he is, and your friends are in capital hands." -</p> - -<p> -"I was to have sailed with them for the Isle of -France," said Morley, in a voice like a groan; -"sailed once more in search of fortune—the blind -jade! Ah, Tom, the Romans were right when they -depicted her as a woman, for she has much to do in -the happiness or misery of man." -</p> - -<p> -"Is that the wine or water talking now?" -asked Tom, supplying himself with another -measure, nautically named "a caulker," from the -before-mentioned square case-bottle. -</p> - -<p> -"Don't chaff me, Tom, for mine is an evil -destiny." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, bother! don't talk of destiny, like a fellow -in tights, with a broad-brimmed tile, addressing the -lustre, or the footlights, at the Surrey. Every -man who has a steady heart—a heart, mind you, -that don't yaw even when the wind is foul—and -keeps a strong hand on the tiller of perseverance, is -the maker of his own destiny. I learned that long -ago, before I knew the mizzen-top from a marlin-spike. -This spirit will make a man go right before -the wind, through even Hamlet's 'sea of troubles,' -and never heed the waves or breakers thereof." -</p> - -<p> -"Why, Tom," said Morley, with a sad smile, -"you are a regular salt-water preacher." -</p> - -<p> -"A philosopher if you will; but no preacher—oh, -d——n it, I haven't come to that. I suppose -that piratical beggar—what's his name?" -</p> - -<p> -"Hawkshaw—Cramply Hawkshaw," replied -Morley, through his clenched teeth. -</p> - -<p> -"I suppose he will consider you quite a gone 'coon, -as the Yankees say; but you must haul up for the -Mauritius (if we can find a ship for thence at Rio, -which is not very likely) and have the fellow -exposed, tried, and punished as he deserves." -</p> - -<p> -"Punished! how know I that ere I can reach the -Mauritius, penniless as I am——" -</p> - -<p> -"Penniless! You young swab, don't you know -that you can command my purse—no great matter -certainly—to the last farthing?" -</p> - -<p> -"Thanks, my dear Bartelot." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, as you were about to say, before you may -reach the Mauritius——" -</p> - -<p> -"He may be—he may be——" -</p> - -<p> -"What?" -</p> - -<p> -"The husband of Ethel Basset." -</p> - -<p> -"Whe-e-e-uh!" whistled Tom Bartelot. -</p> - -<p> -"How can I foresee what one so subtle, so -daring, so reckless as Hawkshaw may achieve!" -</p> - -<p> -"Well, drink your wine-and-water; remain quiet -in the meantime. You may keep all your night -watches below if you like, and, till you regain your -strength, content yourself with exercise by day—a -Dutchman's promenade, three steps and overboard, eh?" -</p> - -<p> -There was a pause, during which Morley sighed -deeply. -</p> - -<p> -"Cheer up, Morley," said jolly Tom Bartelot; -"look firmly ahead, and boldly face the little spray -and black scud of misfortune. Pursue your present -way contented for some time at least, with -confidence and hope, and never look astern. It is no -use, as nothing ever comes that way, either for -good or for evil. It would be a poor love that -won't outlast a sea voyage, however long it might -be, and if Miss Basset forgets you——" -</p> - -<p> -"Forgets me—agony! Tom, she may be made -to believe that I have deserted her." -</p> - -<p> -"Impossible!" -</p> - -<p> -"That I have been murdered, then!" -</p> - -<p> -"Hawkshaw would not tell upon himself, surely?" -</p> - -<p> -"That I fell over the cliff and was drowned!" -</p> - -<p> -"Ah—that would be a likely tale enough." -</p> - -<p> -"I know not what specious tale the villain may -form to deceive Ethel and her father," continued -Morley, impetuously. -</p> - -<p> -"When at Rio, write to her all about it." -</p> - -<p> -"Write! By the ship that bore my letter, I -would fly to her." -</p> - -<p> -"I should prefer sailing; but every man to his -taste. In another day or so, according to your own -showing, she will be upon the sea!" -</p> - -<p> -"True—true, and with that wretch, most probably," -said Morley, relapsing into wretchedness, -and striking his forehead with his hand. -</p> - -<p> -"Come, come," urged Bartelot, patting him on -the shoulder, "turn out and take a sniff of the -breeze on deck. Another glass of wine first; drink -and be jolly, man. What says the old song? for -it is an old song of Captain Topham's, and none of -mine, be assured! -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'You bid me my jovial companions forsake,<br /> - The joys of a rural recess to partake;<br /> - With you, my good friend, I'll retreat to the vine,<br /> - Its shelter be yours, but its nectar be mine;<br /> - For each 'twill a separate pleasure produce,<br /> - You cool in its shade, while I glow with its juice;<br /> - For own no delight with his rapture can vie,<br /> - Who always is drinking, yet always is dry.'"<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"Many a night have we sung that together when -in the Bonny River, on board the dear old <i>Rattler</i>," -said Morley, listening with pleasure to the song -which Bartelot trolled forth with a fine mellow voice. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah!—the <i>Rattler</i>," said Bartelot, sighing; -"they broke her up for firewood—think of that. -I sent my old mother at Liverpool a table made out -of her timber." -</p> - -<p> -"Go ahead, Tom—finish your song." -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, there is life in the old dog yet, I see," -replied Bartelot as he resumed: -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'The lover (that's you, Morley) may talk of his flames<br /> - and his darts,<br /> - His judgment of eyes and his conquest of hearts;<br /> - May smile with the wanton, and sport with the gay,<br /> - Enjoy when he can and desert when he may;<br /> - Yet the warmest adherents of love must deplore<br /> - That its favours when tasted are favours no more;<br /> - Then how can such joys with his ecstasy vie,<br /> - Who always is drinking, yet always is dry?'"<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -As Tom concluded (he was not a bit of a toper, -as we shall show ere long, though he sang so -bacchanalian a ditty), the sunlight died away, the cabin -became gloomy, the rolling of the ship and the noise -on deck increased. -</p> - -<p> -"The gale freshens," said he, "and the glass is -falling fast. We shall have the wind blowing great -guns to-night, so we must close our shutters, as I -once heard a lubber call them. Don't you -remember, Mr. de Vavasour Spout, the Cockney -supercargo? Steward, pass the word to Mr. Morrison to -have the dead lights shipped. I must be off to the -deck, Morley, and have some more cloth taken off -her—send down the topgallant yards, get the -lumber out of the tops, and bend the trysail aft." -</p> - -<p> -Morley was too feeble to leave his berth for that -night, especially as the <i>Princess</i> encountered a -heavy gale of wind. -</p> - -<p> -He could slumber, but his dreams were wild, and -disturbed by starts, visions, and memories of all he -had undergone; and every thought of Acton Chine -and its horrors caused a shudder to pass through -his frame. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap16"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XVI. -<br /><br /> -UNDER THE TROPIC OF CAPRICORN. -</h3> - -<p> -Next morning, when Morley ventured up, everything -was dripping wet; on deck and aloft all bore -cheerless evidence of a rough night that had passed. -</p> - -<p> -The <i>Princess</i> had but little canvas spread, for the -sea was rising still; the fore, main, and mizzen -topsails were taken off her, and ere long she was -speeding before the wind and sea under a close-reefed -foresail and storm staysail. -</p> - -<p> -Morrison, one of the most powerful men on board, -with another grim old seaman, named Noah Gawthrop, -whose weather-beaten visage resembled nothing -on land or sea but a knot on a gnarled oak -tree, were at the wheel, and it was with the utmost -difficulty they could keep the helm, so heavily did -breaker after breaker poop the ship. -</p> - -<p> -Though heavy, the wind was fair for the <i>Princess</i>, -but it bore her away from the shores of Britain, was -Morley's first and regretful idea. -</p> - -<p> -No other craft was in sight, and the gray sky -imparted an opaque tint to the dark and tumbling sea, -which seemed to follow her brine-dripping sides, as -swiftly she darted on, at times cleaving asunder, or -riding across, the long rolling mountains of water -that burst in hissing showers over the varnished -bowsprit and gilded catheads, over the iron windlass -and forecastle bitts, and after drenching the -cowering watch, poured away through the scuppers to -leeward as the buoyant ship rose on each successive -wave, like a gallant sea-bird trussing her -pinions. -</p> - -<p> -Amid that waste of waters, no living thing was -visible from the deck, save a brown flock of Mother -Carey's chickens, the stormy petrels, tripping with -outspread wings up the slope of one wave and -down the slope of another. -</p> - -<p> -Though accustomed to the sea, by his past -voyaging, Morley gazed around him with a bewildered -air. He addressed something—he knew not what—to -the men at the wheel, but the Scotch mate was -too full of anxiety about his steering to reply, and, -as for Mr. Noah Gawthrop, he heard the remark -with stolid indifference, and expectorated -vociferously to leeward. -</p> - -<p> -The bronzed face and keen gray eyes of the -Scotchman were turned alternately to the leech of -the close-reefed foresail, the bellying of the storm -staysail, and the compass-box, while his feet were -planted firmly on the deck-grating, and his -weather-beaten hands grasped the wheel like his shipmate -on the other side. -</p> - -<p> -Neither of these men ever spoke to each other. -Instinct and skill taught them simultaneously and -mutually when to keep her full and by, when to let -her yaw, or when to let her ship a sea. -</p> - -<p> -Wearied with toil, and the double watching of the -past night, Captain Bartelot was asleep in his damp -clothes on the cabin-locker. So noon passed away, -and still the <i>Princess</i> flew on through mist and spray, -under her close-reefed foresail and storm staysail. -</p> - -<p> -Another vessel, similarly stripped of canvas, flew -past them on the opposite tack, and, like a spectre, -disappeared in the wrack and gloom; but, anon, -the wind and sea went gradually down together, the -clouds burst asunder, and the sun came joyously -forth. -</p> - -<p> -The gale gradually abated to a fine spanking -breeze, the mainsail was set, and the reefs shaken -out of the foresail; topsail after topsail were hoisted -and sheeted home. Then followed the studding-sails -and royals, and the <i>Princess</i>, with everything -on her that "would draw," swept out into the waters -of the mighty Atlantic. -</p> - -<p> -A lovely evening followed, and a rosy sunset, -but not a ship was in sight, and Morley now -calculated that they must be more than 200 miles from -land. -</p> - -<p> -"By Jove, this is excellent!" exclaimed Tom -Bartelot, lounging back in his chair, after a late -dinner (for on this day the cook's fire had been -washed out of the caboose); "how happy I am to -have you here, Morley. Confess, old fellow, that -you couldn't have fallen into better hands." -</p> - -<p> -"I do confess it most willingly; but, my dear old -friend, I must be set on shore, if possible, at the -first opportunity. I have Hawkshaw to punish, and -Ethel to save from the insult of his presence." -</p> - -<p> -"On shore, with the breeze blowing thus—the -Scilly Isles more than 150 miles astern, and not a -sail in sight." -</p> - -<p> -"But, Ethel—the Bassets—what will they think -of my sudden disappearance? What story may -that rascal tell them?" -</p> - -<p> -"Nothing that you can't unsay by-and-bye." -</p> - -<p> -"Unsay when it may be too late." -</p> - -<p> -"Too late!" -</p> - -<p> -"And to have Ethel left in the power, or rather, -subjected to the wiles and addresses of one so cruel, -so artful." -</p> - -<p> -"Tut, tut, if she would slip from her moorings -by the old man's side, to sail in company with a -rascally pirate, she's not worth much, friend Morley, -and certainly not worth regretting." -</p> - -<p> -"Ethel shall judge what I have suffered, by what -she is suffering herself." -</p> - -<p> -"Try some of that brandy-and-water, and don't -get into the doldrums. Light a cheroot—there's -a box of capital ones on the locker behind you. -Have patience; in a few months at farthest——" -</p> - -<p> -"Months! You talk to me of patience, Tom, as -if you had never seen me practise it." -</p> - -<p> -"In what way?" -</p> - -<p> -"Have you forgotten when I was broiling, for a -pittance, on the Bonny river? how I toiled, worked, -aye, slaved, and cheered myself with the thoughts -of Ethel Basset, and an English home? For three -years I had patience, amid adversity and illness. -Heaven knows how I got through those three years, -Tom." -</p> - -<p> -"Just as you shall get over the three months -that must pass before you reach the Mauritius after -visiting Rio." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, I returned, as I have told you, to find that -her future home was to be elsewhere than in -England; that we were to be separated, perhaps, -hopelessly; that I had a rival, too, a kinsman, a <i>protégé</i> -of her father's, a son of a certain Tom Hawkshaw, -of Lincoln's Inn—a fellow without honour, honesty, -money, or scruple." -</p> - -<p> -"I'd like to give him a dip at the end of a deep-sea -line." -</p> - -<p> -"Sail, homeward-bound, on the weather-bow!" -reported Morrison, one morning, a few days after this. -</p> - -<p> -Morley's heart leaped, and he rushed on deck to -look at the stranger—a smart bark, close-hauled, -with all her starboard-tacks aboard. She was -evidently a foreigner, being painted a pale pea-green. -</p> - -<p> -"A Baltic craft, I take her to be," said Morrison. -"Here she comes, running sharp on a wind, with a -bone in her teeth." -</p> - -<p> -"A bone?" repeated Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes; the spray flying under her cutwater, and -over her catheads. Don't you remember the fun we -used to have with De Vavasour Spout, the cockney -supercargo, when talking all manner of nautical -rubbish to him. Morrison, run up our ensign; lay -the mainyard to the mast; steward, hand up the -trumpet, we'll overhaul her." -</p> - -<p> -The orders were promptly obeyed; the stranger -also backed his mainyard, and showed his -ensign—black and white. -</p> - -<p> -"Prussian," said Morrison. -</p> - -<p> -"Bound for the Elbe," added Bartelot, whose -hail was answered in a hoarse dissonance, that made -even Noah Gawthrop's grim visage relax with a -smile, as he sent the debris of his quid to leeward, -and anathematised foreigners in general, and their -Hugos in particular, while each vessel stood off on -her course again. -</p> - -<p> -"No chance for you, Morley," said Bartelot, "so -we'll give it up and think no more about it." -</p> - -<p> -Ten days elapsed after this, and, in all that space -never once did the <i>Princess</i> come within hail of a -homeward-bound ship, so Morley strove to resign -himself to his fate. -</p> - -<p> -"Rio de Janeiro be it," said he. -</p> - -<p> -He took his watch with the rest of the crew, and -endeavoured to make the time pass; but weary, -weary was his lot for days and weeks—days and -weeks of mental suffering, during which he fretted, -chafed, and loathed, at times, the floating prison -which bore him away, almost hopelessly, from the -watery path which he now concluded Ethel must be -traversing—she, due southward, towards the sun; -and he, south-westward, towards the land of fire. -</p> - -<p> -It is an age of swift postal arrangements, of -telegrams, magnetic and electric, but nothing could -avail Morley there on the wide, wide sea; the -appliances of modern science were there as nugatory -and of as little avail as in the days when Columbus -ploughed the same waters in search of the western -world—he had nothing to console him save patience -and hope. -</p> - -<p> -She might be dying of grief for his loss, for people -sometimes do die of grief, though, pardon me for the -heresy, fair reader, people seldom die for love; and, -unless assisted by some good genii or spirits of the -air, Morley was powerless, and without the means -of acquainting her that he was safe, alive, well, and -had miraculously escaped a most foul and deliberate -attempt to assassinate him. -</p> - -<p> -So, weary were the days and more weary the -nights, while the swift ship flew on, making a most -prosperous voyage towards a clime of sunnier skies -and brighter seas than those of England; but, -weary though it seemed, and insufferably slow, the -time passed, nevertheless. -</p> - -<p> -Each day the sun grew hotter and rose higher -overhead. -</p> - -<p> -The Line was passed; Father Neptune came on -board in all the splendour of oakum wig, tar, and -yellow ochre; and Morley, having crossed the Line -before, escaped being shaved with a hoop and -bathed in salt water, though old Noah Gawthrop, -who personated the god of the ocean, and Morrison, -who personated Amphitrite, the mother of Triton, -had some very waggish views respecting him. And -now the atmosphere was hot, indeed. -</p> - -<p> -"When I was last at Rio," said old Noah, whose -voice, like worthy Tom Pipes's, had "a cadence like -that of an east wind singing through a cranny"—"the -crabs and winkles were roasted in their shells -upon the shore." -</p> - -<p> -The winds continued favourable; the <i>Princess</i> -steadily held her course, and the day on which they -would probably see Rio Janeiro was already -confidently spoken of by Tom Bartelot and his first -mate, Bill Morrison, for both were practical seamen, -and holders of first-class certificates. -</p> - -<p> -Though a grave and stern man, and one deeply -imbued with many of the northern superstitions of -his country, with a few—but luckily a very few—of -its theological whim-whams, Morrison became a -great friend of Morley, and, though a believer in -mysterious lights, warnings, and presentiments, in -second sight, second hearing, and so forth, he was -remarkably well informed, well educated, and spoke -Latin, and more than one European language -fluently. -</p> - -<p> -His face was browned by long exposure to every -climate in the world; he had faced all the dangers -of the deep, and their name is legion; he was -hardy, tough, and athletic, and, being at times -conversational, he learned from Morley, long ere the -voyage was over, the whole history of his love, -rivalry, and adventures. -</p> - -<p> -"Take heart, young gentleman," said he, as they -kept their watch together on a lovely moonlight -night, when drawing near the tropic of Capricorn; -"when I was a bairn at home, my mother (God bless -her puir auld body!) aye taught me that 'the ways o' -Providence were dark and intricate, perplexed wi' -mazes and distressed wi' errors,' and I have seen -but little reason to alter my opinion in manhood, or -as I grow aulder in the horn, as we say in Scotland. -But something tells me that you will bring this -rascally piccaroon up wi' a round turn yet." -</p> - -<p> -"But Miss Basset?" -</p> - -<p> -"If <i>she</i> countenanced him," interrupted the -Scotchman, turning his keen gray eyes and knitted -brows to Morley, "why, then, I say, e'en let her go -with a flowing sheet." -</p> - -<p> -"Which means——" -</p> - -<p> -"That you'll be well free of so unseaworthy a -craft." -</p> - -<p> -So, at this period of their story, the loved and -the loving, Morley Ashton and Ethel Basset, are -both traversing the same mighty ocean. Morley -knew that, if Ethel lived, she would now inevitably -be sailing for the Isle of France; but she, alas! believed -that her lover was no more, and lost to her -indeed for ever! -</p> - -<p> -Will they ever meet more? -</p> - -<p> -They may meet peacefully and happily again, -never to separate; or, it may be, that they shall be -united never more on this side of the grave, for both -are now upon the sea, and the perils encountered -by those who go down into the great deep and see -the wonders thereof—wreck, storm, fire, mutiny, -piracy, and famine—may be the lot of one or of both. -</p> - -<p> -The wheel of fortune turns, and anon we shall see! -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap17"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XVII. -<br /><br /> -SECOND HEARING. -</h3> - -<p> -The Scotch mate, Morrison, spun many a strange -yarn to Morley, when together they kept their -watches at night under the glorious radiance of a -tropical moon, when the vast sea shone like a silver -flood, over which the <i>Princess</i> glided before the -trade wind, with all her canvas, topsails, and -topgallant sails set. -</p> - -<p> -"When falling over those rocks, on which we -found you, Ashton," said he, on one of those -occasions, "did you utter any person's name?" -</p> - -<p> -"Not that I remember of—why?" asked Morley, -with surprise. -</p> - -<p> -"Because—I have known of such things—<i>that</i> -person might have heard your cry, however far -distant." -</p> - -<p> -"I do not understand." -</p> - -<p> -"I mean on the principle, or rather the theory, -of polarity. In the terror and despair of such a -moment, your thoughts would flash, or rush to some -one whom you loved—say Miss Basset—who became -the recipient of the force, the hearer of your cry, -by that faculty which is called in some countries -<i>second hearing</i>." -</p> - -<p> -Morley, though he coloured at Ethel's name, -smiled, for he knew that this was another of -Morrison's strange theories. -</p> - -<p> -"I never heard of an instance of this," said he; -"have you?" -</p> - -<p> -"I shall tell you," replied Morrison; "but, -perhaps, you won't believe me?" -</p> - -<p> -"Why?" -</p> - -<p> -"Because you English are so sceptical about the -mystic, generally." -</p> - -<p> -"I shall try, however." -</p> - -<p> -"When I was third mate of the <i>Queen of Scots</i>, a -clipper ship of Aberdeen, on a voyage home from -Memel, we encountered in the North Sea a dreadful -gale from the westward. We stripped the ship of -everything, until at length we hove her to under a -close-reefed main-topsail. -</p> - -<p> -"The night was dark—black as pitch, as the -saying is; the sea white as snow with foam, and the -wind blew as if the clerk of the weather was -determined to blow his last. -</p> - -<p> -"The captain was on deck, holding on by the -weather mizzen rattlings by one hand, while the -other held his speaking trumpet. -</p> - -<p> -"'Away! forward! Morrison,' he shouted to me, -'and see the flying-jib stowed,' for somehow it had -got loose. -</p> - -<p> -"It was a perilous duty to perform at such a time, -and in such a wild night. So, being loth to order a -man for it, I undertook the task myself. -</p> - -<p> -"I <i>felt</i> my way, like a man in the dark, along the -wet and slippery bowsprit, which one moment -seemed tilted up in the air, and the next went -surging, cap under, in the seething trough of the -sea, when the bows of the <i>Queen</i> plunged down. -Then I felt as if my heart was in my mouth, for I -was but a young sailor, and thought of what would -come of poor old mother and dad at home, if I -should perish, and there would be no share of -my wages to get monthly from our owners. -</p> - -<p> -"At that moment I planted my feet on the leeward -foot-rope, and nearly fell into the world of -waters that yawned and whirled below. -</p> - -<p> -"In my fall I caught a rope, and swung at the -end of it, like a salmon grilse at the end of a line. -</p> - -<p> -"None spoke to me, lest even to suggest anything -might cost me my life, and none could aid me, for I -was beyond the ship altogether. My shipmates -seemed paralysed by the same peril that filled my -own heart with despair and dread of death. I was -but a youth; so the exclamation, 'God help me, -mother!' escaped me, and was swept away by the -howling wind. -</p> - -<p> -"At length, favoured by a lurch of the ship, I -somehow regained my footing on the bowsprit, -stowed the jib in its netting, crept along the -dripping spar, and regained the deck, where the men -crowded round me with congratulations on my -escape; for, had I remained even one moment -longer among the foot-ropes, I should never have -been seen again, as thrice in succession, with awful -rapidity, the ship went forward, plunging bows and -bowsprit under the sea with such force, that the -starboard cathead and all our headrails were swept -away. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, sir, at that very hour—aye, at that very -moment—my poor old mother, who was a-bed and -asleep in her cottage by the Don, was awakened by -a voice, which, with true maternal instinct and -terror, she knew to be mine, crying as if in agony, -and from a vast distance—'God help me, mother!' -</p> - -<p> -"In the still and silent night, it rang dreadfully -in her startled ears, and in her anxious heart. She -roused her neighbours, and declared—poor auld -body—with loud lamentations, that her dear Willie, -her sailor laddie, her only bairn, was drowned; but -it was only my thoughts that had rushed homeward, -and she had received them in her sleep. -</p> - -<p> -"It was, indeed, my voice she had heard, swept—He -who holds the great deep in the hollow of his -hand alone knows how—over the wide, roaring -waste of the North Sea, and she never ceased to -mourn for me, till our ship was signalled off the -Girdleness, and all reported safe on board." -</p> - -<p> -As Morley was neither so superstitious nor so -deeply read as his Scotch friend, and consequently -was ignorant of Dr. Ennemoser's queer theory of -polarity, he could only listen in silence, as this was -only one of many anecdotes such as Morrison was -wont to beguile the watches of the night with. -</p> - -<p> -At the time he fell over the cliff, and clutched the -turf at Hawkshaw's feet, the name of "Ethel" -escaped him, as we have related; but Morley had -no recollection of the circumstance, and though at -that dread moment his very soul seemed to fly to -her, no warning voice came to poor Ethel's ear, so, -in this instance, the first mate's theory was at fault. -</p> - -<p> -"How steadily the trade wind holds," said he. -"Watch, ahoy there, forward! set the royals and -top-gallant studding-sails, and up with the flying -jib—quick, lads, rouse it out of the netting, and -hoist away." -</p> - -<p> -These orders were promptly obeyed, and faster -flew the <i>Princess</i> through the phosphorescent water, -which seemed to smoke under her counter, and -gleamed in millions of sparks in the long wake, -that could be traced astern for miles upon the -moonlit sea. -</p> - -<p> -"I have sometimes wondered, Mr. Ashton, what -would be the emotions of a murderer, at such a -moment as that I endured, when clinging among -the hamper of the wet bowsprit, on that night in -the North Sea, or when in any similar peril," -observed the mate, recurring to his anecdote, as they -trod to and fro. -</p> - -<p> -"His emotions would be anything but enviable. -That man, Hawkshaw, must feel himself a deliberate -and cold-blooded assassin, and I frequently wonder -how he comforts himself." -</p> - -<p> -"I should not like to go to sea with that fellow," -said the mate; "no ship that has a murderer on -board can reach its destination in safety, or at least -without accident." -</p> - -<p> -"Another of your theories, I hope; but pray -don't say so," said Morley, thinking of the Bassets; -"yet he was only an assassin in intent—not fact. -Moreover, he may not be on board the <i>Hermione</i> -at all." -</p> - -<p> -"Will you be surprised if I tell you that I was -once accused of murder?" asked Morrison, turning -his grave, grim Scotch face with a smile to Morley; -"aye, and marooned, too, as one, though innocent -as the babe that is unborn. It is a queer yarn, so I -don't mind telling it to you. -</p> - -<p> -"Before I shipped aboard the <i>Queen of Scots</i>, I -was a foremast man of a Peterhead whaler that was -bound for a fishing trip to the north. -</p> - -<p> -"Off the Noss-head, a rocky bluff on the south of -Sinclair's Bay, and which has a dry cavern in it -always full of seals, we encountered a tremendous -storm, which carried away our flying jib-boom -snapping it like a clay pipe right off at the cap; -at the same time we lost our long-boat with all our -live stock; so, amid whirlwinds of foam, we ran -round Stromo, hauled up for Thurso Bay, and came -to anchor under the lee of the land in Scrabster -Roads to refit. -</p> - -<p> -"Our skipper ordered another long-boat from old -Magnus Sigurdson, a boat-builder at Scrabster, who -had a fine one nearly complete, and ready on the -stocks in his yard, and which, for certain reasons of -his own, he was remarkably anxious to get rid of at -almost any price. Thus, ere she was brought -aboard and lashed to the boat-chocks amidships, -strange stories concerning her preached the ears of our -crew, when drinking in the public-houses of Thurso. -</p> - -<p> -"It would seem that when old Magnus, his wife -and family were a-bed at night, they were roused by -the sound of a hammer knocking at the sides of the -boat in the building-yard; then came the clinking, -as of nails being driven into her planks, with other -noises, so exactly like those made by Magnus when -at his daily work, that his gudewife, Alie Sigurdson, -had some difficulty in believing that he was in bed -beside her. -</p> - -<p> -"'Perhaps it is some idle callants amusing themselves -among the chips,' said Magnus, on the third -night, and tried to sleep; but louder grew the -hammering; so at last he leaped from his bed, -dressed himself, and went forth to the yard. But -no one was there; the strange sounds had ceased; -the night was starry and still, and he only heard -the hollow booming of those great billows that roll -for ever, in snow-white mountains, over the Kirkebb, -against the rocks of the Bishop's Castle, the cliffs of -Pennyland, and the piers of Thurso: for there three -vast currents meet from the German, the Atlantic, -and the Northern oceans. -</p> - -<p> -"All the family of old Sigurdson heard the -hammering, night after night, while the boat -remained on the stocks, and the sound thereof made -his poor bairns cower and nestle in the recesses of -their box beds with affright; yet not a mark could -be seen upon its ribs, thwarts, or sheathing, even -after she was painted. -</p> - -<p> -"At last the boat was upon rollers, and ready to -be run to the beach. -</p> - -<p> -"On that night the din of hammers in the yard of -Magnus Sigurdson exceeded any that had ever rung -there before. Quicker, thicker, faster than ten smiths' -hammers ringing upon as many anvils, rang the -strokes, and the old man listened with fear and -trembling. -</p> - -<p> -"Bible in hand, he crept forth at last. -</p> - -<p> -"Still there was nothing to be seen, save the -unlucky boat standing on its props in the broad -moonlight; but in the lulls or intervals of the breakers -that rolled upon the distant beach, he heard moans -of distress, sighs of fatigue, and faint mutterings, -which seemed to proceed from the boat itself. -</p> - -<p> -"Such was the history of our new longboat, a -story still current in the north of Scotland; and such -was the craft in which I found myself at midnight, -alone amid the North Sea, marooned and abandoned -by my shipmates on a charge of murder. -</p> - -<p> -"You may imagine what I felt in such a situation. -</p> - -<p> -"Despising the stories that were current concerning -the boat, our skipper had it shipped, paid Magnus -Sigurdson his money, and we sailed from Scrabster -Roads for the whale fishery. Four days after we -were becalmed in the North Sea, some fifty miles or -so beyond the Skaw of Unst. -</p> - -<p> -"Day succeeded day, night succeeded night, and -there came no wind. Around us—strange it was in -such a latitude—the sea seemed like oil, so still, so -glassy and waveless. Loose in its brails, the canvas -flapped against the masts and yards; and now, when -too late, the men whispered anew, and murmured -about the bewitched boat of Magnus Sigurdson. -</p> - -<p> -"At the far horizon we more than once saw craft -passing under easy sail, but the breeze that bore -them on never reached us. -</p> - -<p> -"From murmuring, the crew became clamorous; so, -yielding to their entreaties, and being perhaps a little -impressed or scared himself, our skipper ordered the -mysterious boat to be shoved overboard and cast -adrift; and heavily, with a thundering plunge, she -fell bow-foremost into the glassy sea; but by that -power of attraction which larger bodies possess over -smaller in the water, she lay close to the ship, and -jarred there with every roll she gave on the long oily -ridges that swelled up from time to time. -</p> - -<p> -"Three days followed, and still no wind. -</p> - -<p> -"In vain the captain whistled and consulted the -dog-vane; in vain the first mate blew up a feather, -and cast bits of burnt wood over the side, to watch -which way the stream went. -</p> - -<p> -"Some urged that we should sink the boat by -scuttling her; but at last Harold Trasnaldson, an old -Orkney whaler, red-faced and yellow-bearded, from -the Isle of Stronsay, said, openly: -</p> - -<p> -"'This will never do, mates; there's one aboard of -us with human blood upon his hands, and the mark -of Cain upon his brow, though we can see neither. -So here this ship will float, mayhap, till doomsday, -for who ever heard of such a calm in these seas?' -</p> - -<p> -"So, in five minutes after this, we were all casting -lots at the capstan-head. -</p> - -<p> -"Three times we drew, and three times the fatal -lot fell upon me. -</p> - -<p> -"Denial, threats, and entreaty were alike vain. I -was roughly hustled overboard into the enchanted -boat. Two biscuits, a bottle of water, and an oar -were given me, and I was peremptorily ordered to -shove off and scull to a distance from the ship, -which I was supposed to pollute by my vicinity, and -was mockingly desired to keep company with Mother -Gary and her chickens, Mr. David Jones, and the -Flying Dutchman. -</p> - -<p> -"With a heart bursting with mortification, rage, -and many real and imaginary fears, I sculled the -heavy boat away from the ship, and, strange to say, -in ten minutes after I felt a coolness in the air and -saw a catspaw on the water. Gradually it freshened. -A breeze came—a breeze at last! -</p> - -<p> -"The sails of the whaler filled; topsails and courses -were sheeted home; up went jib and spanker; the -ocean began to ripple under her bluff, iron-plated -bows, and the crew gave me a cheer of derision, -while my poor heart died within me, as she stood -away upon her course to the whaling-ground, and -ere the sun set, had disappeared, leaving me alone -upon the gloomy North Sea. -</p> - -<p> -"I shall never forget, Mr. Ashton, the horror of -feeling myself marooned in such a craft, and under -such an accusation; and such is the power of -imagination, that, as the boat rolled and lurched on the -waves of the dark and midnight sea, I almost fancied -that I could see, between me and the stars, while -crouching in the bow-thwarts, a huge shadowy figure, -like the Spirit of Destruction, which haunted the boat -of Ronald of the Perfect Hand. -</p> - -<p> -"But when day dawned I saw the rocks of Balta, -the most eastern of the Shetland Isles, shining redly -at the horizon, and soon after I was picked up by -the <i>Thorson</i>, a Danish galliot, bound for Leith, where -I was safely landed a few days after." -</p> - -<p> -"And the whaler?" -</p> - -<p> -"She and her crew were never heard of again. -So whether she had really a breaker of the -commandments on board, or whether the boat of old -Magnus Sigurdson, of Scrabster, wrought the -mischief, I cannot say. I only spin the yarn as it -occurred to me. Strike the bell there, Gawthrop." -</p> - -<p> -"Aye, aye, sir," growled old Noah, who had -been dozing astride the spanker-boom. -</p> - -<p> -"Call the next watch; it is Captain Bartelot's, -and now, Mr. Ashton, 'tis time for you and I to -leave the deck, and turn in." -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap18"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XVIII. -<br /><br /> -RIO DE JANEIRO. -</h3> - -<p> -On a gorgeous tropical morning, when the <i>Princess</i> -was nearing her destined port, and when Morrison -declared that already he could see the "land-blink" -in the sky, Morley watched with some interest the -result of what is termed in nautical astronomy, -"taking a sight," or "making an observation," by -noting the altitude of any heavenly body, in order -to estimate the latitude and longitude. -</p> - -<p> -"What is the time?" asked Bartelot. -</p> - -<p> -"Twelve, sir, by the sun," replied Morrison. -</p> - -<p> -"And by the chronometer?" -</p> - -<p> -"Twelve." -</p> - -<p> -"Then bring me the correct latitude, while I -calculate the longitude. I have had a capital sight -to-day." -</p> - -<p> -He then relinquished the quadrant, and proceeded, -compass in hand, to "prick off," as the sailors term -it, the ship's place upon the chart. -</p> - -<p> -Looking the while at a large chart of the Southern -and Northern Atlantic, Morley asked: -</p> - -<p> -"Where should a vessel, bound for the Mauritius, -be now, if she left London at the same time I said -the <i>Hermione</i> would sail?" -</p> - -<p> -"Always the same thought, Morley?" said -Bartelot, looking up with a smile. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, Tom?" -</p> - -<p> -"If winds are fair, and all went well"—at these -words Morley gave a sigh of anxiety—"she should -now be here, about St. Helena, or a few miles to the -southward, and off the African coast." -</p> - -<p> -"And we are how far from that?" -</p> - -<p> -"Farther than I should like to fly, Morley." -</p> - -<p> -Poor Morley sighed again, and looked eagerly at -the chart; thereon, by three spans of his hand, he -could compass the world of waters that lay between -him and Ethel Basset. -</p> - -<p> -On the 6th July, the <i>Princess</i> was in latitude 19 -deg. 57 min. south; longitude, 37 deg. 48 min. west; -and Cabo Frio (or the cold cape of South America) -bore about forty-five miles to the westward. -</p> - -<p> -They were drawing very near Rio de Janeiro, and -many ships bound for the same quarter were in -sight daily. -</p> - -<p> -The trade-wind continued steady and fine; Morley -looked with keen interest on the ships that veered -from time to time in sight. Among them all, might -be one that would have a freight for the Isle of -France. -</p> - -<p> -To search for such was to be his first object and -occupation on landing; and worthy Tom Bartelot -assured him that money should not be wanting to -further his double purpose of joining Ethel and -punishing Cramply Hawkshaw. -</p> - -<p> -"But, ah, Tom," said he, on one occasion, "how, -or when, is a poor devil such as I to repay you?" -</p> - -<p> -"Think of that when the time comes," said Tom, -laughing. -</p> - -<p> -About 10 A.M., on the morning of the 9th, the -look-out man, old Noah Gawthrop, who was in the -forecrosstrees, sung out, in his queer voice: -</p> - -<p> -"Land a-head!" -</p> - -<p> -"Where away?" asked Morrison, jumping off -the companion seat. -</p> - -<p> -"Land on the starboard bow, sir," added Noah. -</p> - -<p> -Morley's heart leaped at the sound, and the -telescopes of Bartelot and Morrison were speedily -levelled in the direction indicated. -</p> - -<p> -"It should be Cabo Frio," said the Scotchman. -</p> - -<p> -"And Cabo Frio it is!" added Bartelot, -emphatically. "Look, Morley, that is the great -headland on the coast of Brazil." -</p> - -<p> -"It was there the <i>Thetis</i> frigate was wrecked in -1830," added Morrison; "she had lost her -reckoning, on a dark December night, and was borne -more than twenty-four miles to leeward by the -current." -</p> - -<p> -"Then we shall see Rio to-night?" said Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"No, no; Rio lies sixty-four miles beyond the -Ilha de Cabo Frio—the cold cape, rather a -misnomer in this season, at least," replied the mate. -</p> - -<p> -"Steward, bring up the case-bottle; let the men -forward have each a tot of grog, while we'll have a -glass below on the head of this." -</p> - -<p> -"Head of what, Tom?" asked Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"Scenting the land, to be sure," replied Bartelot, -as the three descended to the cabin. -</p> - -<p> -"You are a clever seaman, Tom, and have made -the land to a minute, at the time you foretold a -week ago." -</p> - -<p> -Bartelot laughed, and said: -</p> - -<p> -"Father wanted me to go into the navy, where -he said I was certain to shine, as I never was out of -scrapes and turmoils at school and at home; but I -had no ambition. What does old Topham's song -end with?" and pouring out his grog, Bartelot -began to sing: -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'Ambition, they tell me, has charms for us all,<br /> - But well I'm convinced they are charms that must pall;<br /> - The pageant of splendour may lure for a while,<br /> - But soon we grow sick of its weight and its toil;<br /> - Nor can it compare with us, Morley, my boy,<br /> - Whose appetites strengthen the more we enjoy.<br /> - Then deign ye, kind powers! with this wish to comply—<br /> - May I always be drinking, yet always be dry!'"<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -After the long voyage, sixty-four miles from the -Cabo to Rio seemed a trifle to Morley. He strove -to be thankful and content in his heart, that the first -portion of his watery pilgrimage was nearly -accomplished, and that he had now attained what was -rather more than the beginning of a future end. -</p> - -<p> -By 5 P.M. they were within seven miles of the -land, and the rocky Cabo, a vast insular mass of -granite, which terminates a long range of mountains, -was glowing redly in the light of the Brazilian -sun. The highest summit there has an altitude of -more than 1,500 feet; the sea and sky around were -both serene and beautiful. -</p> - -<p> -The water possessed a strangely pure and crystalline -aspect; so much so, that at times the bed, or -what appeared to be the bed of the ocean, was -visible, but this was only the flowers of the sea. -</p> - -<p> -Long and mysterious plants (the <i>Nereocystis</i>), -which, with a stem no thicker than a spunyarn, grow -from their roots in the deep bed of the ocean to the -length of 300 feet and more, and have at their -upper end a huge bulbous-shaped vesicle, filled with -air, which floats upon the surface, or near it, and -from this bulb there springs a thick crown of dusky -leaves. -</p> - -<p> -These tremendous marine vegetables are more -commonly found on the north-western than on the -eastern shores of America, but many are to be seen -at times off the coast of the southern continent. -</p> - -<p> -Elsewhere Morley's eye could discern masses of -rock or coral reefs, that rose to within fifty or sixty -feet of the surface, showing a freight of shellfish, -sea-anemones, wondrous creeping things, and fibrous -tufts of giant seaweed. -</p> - -<p> -But the scene changed with tropical rapidity, when -with midnight there came on sudden black squalls, -with heavy rain, deep hoarse thunder, and vivid red -lightning, that seemed to flash and play about the -granite summits of the Cabo Frio with a brilliance -that eclipsed the gleam of its lighthouse, which -marks now where our frigate, the <i>Thetis</i>, perished. -</p> - -<p> -Bartelot reefed his fore and mizzen topsails; but -when the weather faired he shook out the reefs -again. He set his main topgallant-sail, mainsail, -and jib, and the rising sun that gilded the mountains -which bound the plain of the Corcovada saw the -<i>Princess</i> running fair into the lovely bay of Rio de -Janeiro, with the British ensign flying at the peak, -her private colours at the foremast-head. -</p> - -<p> -Now were heard the rattle of the chain-cables, as -they were hauled up from the tier, laid along the -decks in French-fake, that is, in lines all clear, and -bent to the working anchor. -</p> - -<p> -The harbour of Rio, one of the finest in the world -in size and form, stretches twenty nautical miles -inland, widening to the breadth of eighteen miles at -its centre. On its western slope stands the city of -Rio, or, as it is sometimes called, San Sebastian, -crowded with magnificent edifices. -</p> - -<p> -The entrance to the bay from the ocean is bounded -at its southern extremity by the Pao d'Asucar, or -sugarloaf, a conical mountain, more than 1,200 feet -in height. -</p> - -<p> -On the northern side the ocean rolls in snowy foam, -against a mighty rock of glistening granite, at the -base of which stands the castle of Santa Cruz, with -a triple platform, from which 120 pieces of cannon -point towards the sea. -</p> - -<p> -Looking beyond this entrance, the bay is seen to -be studded with little isles, nearly eighty in number, -clothed with glorious verdure, brilliant with fruit, -giant flowers, and wondrous foliage, though here and -there the grim muzzle of a cannon shows where a -battery is built, and among these isles a fleet of small -steamers are always puffing and gliding. -</p> - -<p> -Beyond all this and around it—a new scene, -indeed, to Morley—the great mountains of the new -world rise in a thousand fantastic forms, covered to -their summits with wood, forming a vast amphitheatre -around Rio de Janeiro, the City of Palaces, -a title which it well deserves. -</p> - -<p> -Morrison, who had been getting the cable clear, -and the anchors hoisted over the bows, now came to -Morley's side, and pointed out the church of Nossa -Senhora da Gloria, on the lofty hill that juts into -the sea, between the city and the Praya de Flamengo; -and then indicating the castle, on which the gaudy -flag of the Brazilian Empire floated, he said, in his -deep Scotch accent: -</p> - -<p> -"In 1515, where that great castle stands, there -stood only a wooden fort, built in that year by Juan -Diaz de Salis, to be a place of refuge for Protestants, -and forty years after they named it the Castle of -Coligni; but the Portuguese came upon it in the -night, and put every living thing in it to the sword. -It was Juan Diaz who gave the place its name, -Janeiro, as his ship ran into the bay in the first days -of January. A wild place it must have been then." -</p> - -<p> -"Hands prepare to shorten sail—stand by the -anchor!" were now the orders of Bartelot. -</p> - -<p> -The canvas was clewed up preparatory to being -handed, and the light warm breeze from the wooded -shore swept through the bared rigging and spars. -</p> - -<p> -Already the seamen were hurrying up aloft; the -small bower anchor was let go with a plunge; -hoarsely rushed the chain-cable as it vanished from -the deck through the hawse-hole; and now the -<i>Princess</i> rode at her moorings in eight-fathom -water, in the noble harbour of Rio de Janeiro—the -region where eternal spring and endless summer -reign. -</p> - -<p> -And now, leaving Morley Ashton to push his way -among the skippers and merchant-officers in the -Rua Direta, and all its branching streets, seeking a -mode of transit to the Isle of France, while Tom -Bartelot sends his crew ashore, and procures a -copper-coloured gang to "break bulk" and start -his cargo, we shall return to Ethel Basset, whom -we left five chapters back, with her quondam lover, -on board the <i>Hermione</i>, of London. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap19"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XIX. -<br /><br /> -ETHEL AMID THE ATLANTIC ISLES. -</h3> - -<p> -Unlike the <i>Princess</i>, which, as we have shown, -accomplished a most prosperous voyage, the -<i>Hermione</i> encountered a series of head-winds and hard -gales; she had several of her spars carried away, -and even before skirting the Bay of Biscay, had to -put in requisition her spare foretopmast and topsail yards. -</p> - -<p> -This was considered by all on board a singularly -unlucky beginning, as Captain Phillips said; all -the more so, that a pair of sparrows had built their -nest in the forecrosstrees, during the time that the -ship lay in the London-dock, and had finished it, -too, undeterred by all the noise and bustle around -them. -</p> - -<p> -This was considered so good an omen, that the -event was actually recorded in the ship's log; biscuit -crumbs were scattered in the tops for their -support, and orders were given not to disturb the -birds, if possible, so they went to sea with the -ship. So the female sat upon her eggs, while the -male hopped and twittered about the top and below -in search of the scattered crumbs; but in the first -tough breeze, as some ill-disposed fellow—supposed -to be Pedro Barradas—was going aloft at night, the -nest was destroyed, and flung with its two little -eggs on the deck; the poor birds were swept away -to sea, and hence, as Mr. Quail affirmed, came the -ill-luck, the head-winds and hard gales, encountered -by the ship. -</p> - -<p> -After passing the Madeira Isles her foremast was -carried away, and at the very time when Tom -Bartelot was informing Morley Ashton that she -should be somewhere off St. Helena, the <i>Hermione</i> -was creeping slowly under a jury foremast into the -harbour of Teguise (the chief town of Lanzarota, -one of the Canary Isles), to refit; and there the -dockyard appliances were so small and so poor, that -she was delayed for more than a fortnight. -</p> - -<p> -Mr. Basset took Ethel and Rose to a posada -in the town, where, though the accommodation was -miserable, as usual in all Spanish posadas, it was -a vast relief, after the discomfort, circumscribed -space, and monotony of the ship, to tread on -<i>terra firmâ</i>, under the cloudless sky of the Canary -Isles, and to see the sheep, and goats, and camels, -too, browsing in the grassy pastures. -</p> - -<p> -The inevitable Hawkshaw, glad, for certain -cogent reasons of his own, to keep clear of the -ship, or, at least, of its crew, of course -accompanied them, as Mr. Basset's guest. -</p> - -<p> -It should have been mentioned that when the -captain came on deck next morning, after recognising -Pedro Barradas on the yard-arm overnight, so -complete was the change in his costume and toilet, -that scarcely anyone knew him. -</p> - -<p> -His thick, luxuriant brown beard, and most -cherished moustaches, were shaved clean off; his -hair, of which he had a great quantity, was now -shorn quite short. In lieu of the scarlet tarboosh, -in which he had been hitherto wont to figure, he -wore a white wide-awake; and his military boots, -with brass heels, were exchanged for a pair of white -shoes with yellow soles. -</p> - -<p> -For the natty, short sack-coat, and Spanish sash -beneath it, a surtout and vest of most ample and -business-like cut had been substituted. On the -whole, his <i>tout ensemble</i>, if less picturesque and -striking, was infinitely more respectable. -</p> - -<p> -"Lor' bless me!" exclaimed old Nance Folgate, -terrified to meet on the companion-stair a man -whose eyes and voice she alone could recognise. -</p> - -<p> -Captain Phillips and Mr. Basset laughed heartily -at the change; even Ethel smiled, and Rose made -great fun of it; and it was soon remarked that, -with his hirsute appendages, the ci-devant captain -relinquished all his South American reminiscences, -the Spanish interjections and Yankeeisms, with -which his conversation had been so fully flavoured -hitherto—a change greatly for the better. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw pleaded the heat they were soon to -encounter as a reason for his new toilet, though -they were scarcely clear of the "chops of the -Channel." For many weighty reasons, best known -to himself, he kept a nervous watch upon Pedro -and Zuares Barradas; and the appearance of either -of these seamen coming aft, to take the wheel, or -perform any other ship's duty, sent the Texan -captain below, with a celerity and abruptness which -was so often repeated, that there were -times—especially when he was conversing with the young -ladies, Mr. Basset, Captain Phillips, or Dr. Heriot—that -it became so strange as to excite remark, -though no one could have understood what his -conduct meant. -</p> - -<p> -The rough weather encountered by the <i>Hermione</i> -after leaving the British Channel afforded ample -excuses for remaining below; but how to avoid his -dreaded South American acquaintances during the -months of a protracted voyage he knew not, and he -felt the wretched conviction that it was impossible! -</p> - -<p> -Whether it was a dread of some destructive -revelation, or whether his growing love for Ethel had -somewhat purified this luckless and guilty fellow's -mind, we know not; neither can we say whether he -repented the terrible past, as that could be known -to Heaven and himself only. It is very possible -that he may have felt alike repentance and remorse, -with gleams of hope for the future, as no human -character is so utterly bad as to be without one -redeeming point at least. -</p> - -<p> -"No time," says Robert Burns (in one of his -unpublished letters preserved at Edinburgh), "can -cast a light further on the present resolves of the -human mind; but time will reconcile, and has -reconciled, many a man to that iniquity which at -first he abhorred." -</p> - -<p> -The appearance of Zuares had even a more -exciting effect on Hawkshaw than that of Pedro. -</p> - -<p> -Zuares, the unwitting matricide of the Barranca -Secca, was a more youthful but equally picturesque-looking -ruffian. He was decidedly handsome, with -well-cut features; his eyes and nose were very fine; -but he had a cruel and savage mouth, which he -inherited from his Mexican blood. -</p> - -<p> -It seemed the very machination of Satan, or of a -retributive destiny, that, after he had so fearfully -rid himself of Ashton, now placed him in the same -ship with these two men. -</p> - -<p> -If seen by them, if known and recognised, he felt -himself lost with Ethel, Mr. Basset, and all on -board. -</p> - -<p> -Should they meet him face to face, he dare not -decline their recognition, and with that recognition -the assumption or resumption of an old and insolent -familiarity, from which he had everything to dread, -and from which he shrank instinctively now. -</p> - -<p> -Poor wretch! his position was far from enviable. -</p> - -<p> -He felt conscious, probably, that he had led a -wild and reckless, a wandering and unprofitable -life; but softened now by his regard for Ethel -Basset—though even that regard was full of -self-interest and selfishness—he mentally resolved that, -if he were spared from this disaster, this hourly -terror of exposure, and if he escaped the toils and -perils in which those Barradas could involve him, -that he would turn over a new leaf, and be for the -future a better man. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, these new leaves!" exclaims Digby Grand; -"if the half of them were turned over, what a -gigantic volume they would form in the life of -many of us!" -</p> - -<p> -With this resolution, perhaps, he strove to soothe -the remorse, or guilt, he felt for the outrage on -Morley Ashton. It was not his first crime, probably, -nor the first time he had taken the life of a -fellow-creature in some fashion. -</p> - -<p> -"Barradas—Barradas!" he never ceased to -mutter. "How the wheel of fortune turns! What -fiend brought us together again? But fate is fate, -and there is an end of it!" -</p> - -<p> -Consequently, right glad was he to avail himself -of a fortnight on shore at the Canaries, till the -<i>Hermione</i> was reported ready for sea, and had the -blue peter fluttering at her new foremast head. -</p> - -<p> -Rose found, in the Canaries, and boat visits to -Santa Clara, Aleguenza, and Graciosa (three islets -adjoining Lanzarota), and to the old Spanish Castle, -which, in 1596, the Earl of Cumberland assailed at -the head of 600 men-at-arms, ample materials for -the diary she was keeping; and Ethel wrote letters -to the Pages, and other dear friends at Acton-Rennel, -dated from the Posado de St. Iago, opposite -the Canal de Bocagna, detailing the terrors and -dangers they had undergone, in such exaggerated -terms as young ladies generally resort to when -excited, or fired by a desire to run into flowery -description. -</p> - -<p> -A fine day in July—but all days are fine in that -region, save those of October and November—saw -the <i>Hermione</i> entirely refitted, her spars and hamper -all a-taunto, under a heavy press of sail, once more -at sea, and leaving the Cape of Mascona rapidly -astern, while the sharp cone of Teneriffe rose as -rapidly from the ocean on her weather-bow. -</p> - -<p> -For some time after this the voyage was truly -delightful, and, as Mr. Basset had anticipated, the -change of scene and of air acted most beneficially on -Ethel. She was in excellent medical hands, too; -for young Dr. Heriot, though more disposed to be -attentive to Rose, was unremitting in his care of -Ethel, to whose pale cheek the colour was gradually -returning. -</p> - -<p> -The atmosphere, especially in the evening, under -the quarter-deck awning, was charming, and a day -seldom passed without something occurring to break -the monotony of the voyage. -</p> - -<p> -The Canary Isles were passed in succession; one -day they had a glimpse of Africa, about twenty -miles distant. It was the great headland forming -the extremity of Jebel Kahl, or the Black Mountains -of Sahara. -</p> - -<p> -Low, and dim, and distant looked that little strip -of blue coast. How strange to think it was a portion -of that vast continent of perils and wonders—the -land of Park, Lander, Livingstone, Speke, and Grant! -</p> - -<p> -After leaving the Canaries they had a tedious -calm for nearly three days—a fresh delay. -</p> - -<p> -The ocean was still as the waters of an English -mere in summer. The sails hung straight and -motionless upon the yards, though the ship kept -sheering round from time to time, her bowsprit -pointing to all the points of the compass in slow -succession, and occasional swells that heaved slowly -up and sunk noiselessly down in the glassy sea, -jerked the neglected rudder and its wheel a few -inches to and fro. -</p> - -<p> -Ethel and Rose sat reading under the awning; -the doctor was fishing over the taffrail; the mates -were forward superintending the men, who were -busy cleaning the forecastle. -</p> - -<p> -Captain Phillips sat somewhat moodily on a spare -topsail-yard, that was slung alongside, smoking, -with his short fat legs dangling over the water, and -his eyes fixed on the horizon, as if he was waiting -to see the coming breeze. -</p> - -<p> -Tempted by the heat, Manfredi was about to strip -for a bathe about the ship's bows, when the Yankee, -Bill Badger, who was busy painting the grating of -the head-boards, sung out: -</p> - -<p> -"Take care, mate! for here comes a fellow that -gobble up the prophet Joaney. Once in his -ballast port, I calculate you'll never be a capting, -Mr. Manfreddy. Blowd if I don't get a harpoon, -and have a shy at the beggar!" -</p> - -<p> -"Look, Miss Rose," cried Captain Phillips, from -his perch on the spare topsail-yard, "there goes a -sea-lawyer." -</p> - -<p> -Rose looked at her papa and laughed, while the -ship's cook threw over a piece of rancid pork, with a -sharp skewer in it, for mischief, as there is a natural -antipathy between Jack Tar and Jack Shark. -</p> - -<p> -The shark—a white one—turned on his back, and -the piece of pork that floated steadily on the oily -sea vanished into his capacious maw, the opening -and shutting of which made the girls shudder, and -old Nurse Folgate, who was knitting beside them, -utter a "Lor' a mussy me!" with great earnestness. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw hoped the heat might tempt either of -the Barradas to take a bathe alongside, but they -were much too cautious to do so. -</p> - -<p> -"How horrible!" said Ethel, as the monster -sailed away, with his black triangular fin erect. -</p> - -<p> -"A fellow like that would dart at a man in the -sea, and snap him up as a snipe would a fly," said -Dr. Heriot. "I have heard, Miss Basset, of the -master of a Guinea ship, among whose cargo of -slaves there prevailed a strange rage for drowning -in the belief that, after death, they would be -restored to their native country, their tribes and -wigwams; to cure them of this, or to convince them -that they could not reanimate their dead bodies, he -ordered one, a gigantic negro, who had died at a -ring-bolt, to be towed overboard by the heels at -the end of a line. A shark rose. In an instant -twenty men tailed on the rope to haul the body in, -yet that instant did not suffice. The shark devoured -every morsel save the feet and ankles, which were -tied by the end of the rope." -</p> - -<p> -One day a whale rose suddenly, about a quarter -of a mile from the ship, and brought a shriek of -dismay from old Nance Folgate, who clung to -Manfredi, the Italian mate, on seeing it floating -steadily, like Sindbad's island in the sea; and still -greater was her terror when he spouted a cloud of -water in the air, stuck up his flukes, and went surging -down with a sound like a roar to the depths below. -</p> - -<p> -On another day there came a shoal of porpoises -from windward of the ship, rushing in madlike and -headlong career. -</p> - -<p> -On they come, on and on, surging, rollicking, -flashing in the sunshine, as they leaped from one -bank of water to the other, all keeping time in their -ocean race, all going together, and all crossing the -ship's bows in one frolicsome shoal. So close do -they pass that their little red eyes can be seen -twinkling and glancing; and away they go, surging -and leaping on towards the far horizon, till they -are lost or blinded amid "the grey and melancholy -wastes" of ocean. It is always on a breezy day -that these living shoals are seen. Rose clapped her -hands, as if at a horse-race, when they passed. -</p> - -<p> -"You English call them porpoises, from our -Italian term, <i>porco-pesce</i>," said the soft voice of -Manfredi; "but is it not strange, Mees Rose, that -they do go so very fast with only three fins?" -</p> - -<p> -"Only three, Mr. Manfredi?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes; one on the back, placed rather below the -middle, and two on the breast—no more." -</p> - -<p> -But greater was the excitement when a water-logged -vessel, whose deck was almost flush with the -sea—a brig which the waves of some mighty storm -had swept of everything from stem to stern, so that -the stumps of her two masts, and a few weather-worn -timber-heads, alone were visible above her -planks—was passed, drifting, silent and alone, about -two miles to leeward. -</p> - -<p> -The melancholy object excited, of course, much -remark, and made Ethel and her sister weep, and -speculate upon the probable fate of her crew, their -story, and the story of that poor deserted ship, to -the rusty chain-plates of which the barnacles and -seaweed clung, as it drifted away into the wastes of -sea and sky; and Ethel thought of the oft-quoted -words of the Psalmist—words she had heard again -and again in the old church at home: -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"They who go down to the sea in ships, and do business in -the great waters, these see the works of the Lord, and His -wonders in the mighty deep." -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -Dr. Heriot, who was a very enterprising young man, -Hawkshaw, and Manfredi, proposed to have a boat -lowered for the purpose of visiting the wreck, and -ascertaining her name; but the <i>Hermione</i> was running -free, under a press of sail, and Captain Phillips -and Mr. Quail flatly refused permission; so that -the old wreck was rapidly dropped astern. -</p> - -<p> -On the warm summer Sunday mornings, when -the quarter-deck—that looked so very small when -they came on board at first—got an extra -drenching, holystoning, and swabbing; when the running -rigging aft was more neatly coiled over the belaying-pins, -and between the four six-pound carronades; -when the binnacle lamps and other brasses had -received an extra polish; when camp-stools, cushions, -and hassocks were brought from the cabin, and "a -church was rigged;" when the somewhat motley -crew assembled in their cleanest attire, and stood -by, bareheaded and respectful (to all outward -appearance), to hear jolly Captain Phillips read the -grand and impressive service of the Church of -England, with Mr. Quail, the first mate, or Dr. Leslie -Heriot, acting as clerk, making all the responses; -while the great ship, with her vast spread of white -canvas bellying on the wind, and shining in the sun, -with the British flag flying aloft in honour of the -day, though no other eyes could behold it, save -those in heaven; when all this took place weekly, -we say, Ethel was indeed soothed and charmed -by the solemnity of the scene, upon that illimitable -world of waters, and her thoughts naturally reverted -to the gray old house of God at home, with its -Norman spire and Gothic porch, the pew where -last she had sat by the side of Morley Ashton, and -then she seemed to see the old yew-tree that cast -its shadow on her beloved mother's grave—the -grave which lay in that dear English soil she never -more might tread, never more might see. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap20"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XX. -<br /><br /> -MOONLIGHT ON THE SEA. -</h3> - -<p> -At such times as the Divine service on Sunday, -when there was a great muster of the crew, -Hawkshaw always remained below on one pretence or -other, unless he had assured himself that his two -<i>bêtes noire</i>, the Barradas, were neither at the wheel -nor in "the church," which was so easily improvised -upon the quarter-deck. -</p> - -<p> -On these occasions, it was observable that Rose -Basset and the young Scotch doctor always read -from the same book. -</p> - -<p> -This did not fail to attract the notice of Captain -Phillips, who, being unable to resist a joke thereon, -gave them once or twice a remarkably knowing -wink, in the very middle of the service he was -reading so solemnly, a proceeding which very much -scandalised Mr. Samuel Quail, and made Rose colour -and glance nervously at her papa. -</p> - -<p> -And there was one Sunday when, after prayers -had been read, the crew dismissed forward to smoke, -sing, or mend their clothes, as usual on Sundays, -and the passengers had assembled in the cabin for -lunch, he proceeded to quiz poor Rose and the doctor, -by offering, in his "double capacity of skipper -and parson, to perform a Scotch marriage for them -on the high seas." -</p> - -<p> -Rose reddened again with so much real annoyance -at this broad jest, that Captain Phillips offered -a species of salt-water apology, which rather made -the matter worse; so the handsome young doctor -blushed too, all the more so, perhaps, that his soup -was scalding hot, and the thermometer on the -bulkhead stood at eighty in the shade. -</p> - -<p> -"After the rigs I have seen run by those who -live by salt water," continued the jolly captain, "I -have always thanked my stars—wherever they may -be—that I am still a bachelor; yet had I, in other -times, met such a young lady as you, Miss Rose, -mayhap I'd have struck my colours and changed -my mind—who knows? But perhaps things are -best as they are." -</p> - -<p> -"You should be ashamed of saying so, captain," -said Rose; "and I am certain that some one has -missed a good kind husband, through your mistake." -</p> - -<p> -"Mayhap, miss, mayhap; but 'tis too late now for -old Jack Phillips to 'bout ship, and make a fool of -himself, by hauling up for the gulf of matrimony." -</p> - -<p> -"Gulf? Fie, captain!" exclaimed Rose; "you -should call it a bay, or happy haven." -</p> - -<p> -"Do you know, captain, how they treated old -bachelors in Sparta?" asked the doctor. -</p> - -<p> -"Stopped their grog, mayhap, or keel-hauled -'em, I shouldn't wonder." -</p> - -<p> -"They were stripped of their clothes, and in the -coldest days of winter were forced to run through -the principal streets, chanting songs, full of sharp -sarcasms upon their own condition." -</p> - -<p> -"Deuced hard lines, doctor; was there any other -nice little thing they made us do?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes," resumed the doctor, furbishing up his -Scotch latinity to punish the captain for making -Rosa blush, "Athenæus, the grammarian of -Naucratis——" -</p> - -<p> -"My eyes! there's a name to turn in of a night -with!" -</p> - -<p> -"Well, he tells us that there was, every year, a -laughable festival celebrated in a great temple, at -which all the bachelors of a certain age were -compelled to attend, that the ladies might taunt, mock -them, and slap their faces as much as they pleased." -</p> - -<p> -Honest Phillips rubbed his curly head, the brown -hair of which was becoming thickly seamed with -gray, slapped his sturdy thigh, and burst into a -hearty fit of laughter. -</p> - -<p> -"Overhaul the charts, Quail, and see where this -same Sparta lies. Its latitude and longitude won't -do for me, Sam. Another glass of wine, ladies, and -then I must be off to relieve the deck, and let -Mr. Manfredi down." -</p> - -<p> -The night that followed this day was peculiarly -lovely—lovely even beyond what night is in the -tropics at times. -</p> - -<p> -Mr. Basset, the captain, Mr. Quail, and the second -mate were having a quiet rubber in the cabin; -Hawkshaw had fallen asleep on one of the lockers, -or pretended to do so; Rose and Dr. Heriot were -promenading the deck aft the mainmast, in very -close conversation, and Ethel was seated alone near -the taffrail, at the stern of the <i>Hermione</i>, which was -gliding through the water with an almost imperceptible -motion, for the wind was light and steady. -</p> - -<p> -She was alone, for no one was near her, save the -man at the wheel, Zuares Barradas, who seemed -oblivious of all save his duty. The light of the -binnacle lamps fell steadily on his dark olive face, his -bare neck, arms, and breast, on which the figure of -a Madonna had been graven with gunpowder, on -the rings in his ears, and on his black, glittering -eyes. -</p> - -<p> -The ship had her three courses, top and topgallant -sails, royals, and lower studding-sails set; and -this vast cloud of canvas shone white as snow in the -moonlight, the bellying curve of every sail being -beautifully and softly rounded into shadow by the -chastened radiance, and with every heave she gave -upon the long glassy rollers, the reef-points pattered -like a shower upon the taut and swollen bosom of -the sail. -</p> - -<p> -Star after star twinkled out and was lost, and -then seen again under the arched leach of each -square of canvas, as the ship rose and fell with each -successive heave. Forward she was sunk in silence; -the watch were clustered in a group near the chocks -of the long-boat or main-hatch; the rest of the -crew were all seated together about the windlass -and forecastle-bitts. -</p> - -<p> -Nothing broke the silence, save Mr. Basset's -voice, or Captain Phillips's laugh, in the lighted -cabin, the occasional rattle of the rudder in its case, -the wash of the passing sea under the counter, or -the gurgle of the long wake astern, that seemed -like a path of green fire amid the eddying bosom of -the deep, the unfathomable deep, that held, as Ethel -believed, the remains of him she loved and mourned, -as a widow, in her heart of hearts. -</p> - -<p> -Full of thoughts of home, of sadness, and of the -past, Ethel reclined against the taffrail, with a heart -inspired by deep and indescribable emotions; and -her dark, swimming eyes wandered with admiration -over the phantom-like outline of the vast white -ship, gliding in awful silence unerringly over the -solitude of the broad ocean, beneath the mighty -dome of the star-studded sky. -</p> - -<p> -Her thoughts were finding vent in tears, when -she found that some one was near her. Passing a -handkerchief across her eyes, she drew her cloak -closely round her as this person came forward, and -politely touched his cap. It was Manfredi, the -handsome and pleasing young Italian mate. -</p> - -<p> -"Pardon me, Miss Basset," said he, in his -distinct yet somewhat broken English; "I have been -observing you for some time, and am very sorry to -see you so <i>triste</i>—so sad." -</p> - -<p> -"I was not sad, Mr. Manfredi." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh yes you were," said he, with smiling -earnestness. -</p> - -<p> -"The great beauty of the night impressed me. -To you, perhaps, it may be little worth noticing -after the skies of your native Italy." -</p> - -<p> -"The skies are clearer here than in Italy; the air -is purer and freer," he replied, with a sad smile. -</p> - -<p> -"When so far away, do you never wish for home?" -</p> - -<p> -"I did so once." -</p> - -<p> -"And now?" -</p> - -<p> -"I have no home, save on the sea." -</p> - -<p> -This was said with such a melancholy and pathetic -brevity, that Ethel gazed at the young man -inquiringly, but in silence. -</p> - -<p> -"I had a home in Italy once, madam—a home, -though humble, as happy, perchance, as yours in -England; but the Austrians came and brought -death and sorrow upon it, so I turned my back on -the place where the olives and acacias grew before -my father's house, and returned there no more." -</p> - -<p> -"The Austrians," repeated Dr. Heriot, who, with -Rose leaning on his arm, had now joined them; -"we, in England, occasionally heard of great -outrages committed by them." -</p> - -<p> -The black eyes of Manfredi sparkled, and a sigh -escaped him. -</p> - -<p> -"Mr. Manfredi is sighing," said the heedless -Rose; "depend upon it that love has something to -do with his memories of Italy." -</p> - -<p> -"You mistake, madam," said the third mate, with -a smile at the lively girl, whose fair English face -and fine merry eyes looked so beautiful in the -moonlight, that the younger Barradas at the wheel -regarded her more than his compass, so that frequently -the sails shivered aloft, and he was somewhat wild -in his steering; "my memories of Italy are, many -of them, pure and charming, as if love formed a -portion of them; and yet I wish all these memories -to die together." -</p> - -<p> -"What kind of paradox is this, my dear Manfredi?" -asked Dr. Heriot. -</p> - -<p> -"It is no paradox." -</p> - -<p> -"We have a Scottish writer who says that 'No -thought, no delightful memory, ever dies; it may -remain silent for a season, but it will come from -those inexpressibly deep regions of memory; it will -come at some time to brighten the present, and to -brighten the recollection of the past." -</p> - -<p> -The face of the young Scotchman flushed as he -spoke, with Rose's pretty hand trembling on his -arm; but the Italian only smiled sadly, and said: -</p> - -<p> -"You mistake me, doctor. The pure and tender -memories of my home are so inseparably blended -with the sad and bitter, that I have no desire but to -forget them altogether, for the former add but -poignancy to the latter. Surely you must have -heard the story of my brother, little Attilio -Manfredi, whose assassination was termed the great -crime of the House of Hapsburg? As such it went -the circuit of the English newspapers, which -received the story from the <i>Monitore Toscana</i>, whose -sheets were under the revision of the assassin, the -Austrian commandant." -</p> - -<p> -After a silence of a minute, for the Italian seemed -labouring under deep emotion, Dr. Heriot said: -</p> - -<p> -"No; I do not remember of this, Manfredi." -</p> - -<p> -"Pray tell us about it," said Rose. -</p> - -<p> -"Pray do," added Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -"Wait, ladies, please, until the wheel is relieved, -and I shall tell you a sad but simple tale of -barbarous cruelty." -</p> - -<p> -A tall, rawboned Yankee sailor, with a hooked -nose and villainous square jaw, now relieved Zuares -Barradas, who civilly touched his hat and went -forward, just as the whist-players came on deck, -and proceeded to exchange tobacco-pouches and -light their pipes. -</p> - -<p> -Immediately on discovering that the helmsman -was changed, Hawkshaw appeared on deck and -joined the group, to whom Manfredi proceeded to -explain what he meant by relating one of the -darkest stories that ever disgraced the pretty -voluminous annals of continental military tyranny. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap21"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXI. -<br /><br /> -THE STORY OF A BRAVE BOY. -</h3> - -<p> -"In 1850," began Adrian Manfredi, "I was, with -my elder brother Attilio, a schoolboy at home, in -our father's house at Pistoja, and had no more idea -then of becoming a seaman or a wanderer on the -sea, than I have now of filling the chair of St. Peter. -</p> - -<p> -"Our father was a sculptor; his studio was -always filled with choice efforts in Tuscan and -Carrara marble, in alabaster and chalcedony. He was -a leading member of the Academia delle Belle Arti: -but in that land of artists his means were small; -hence our living was frugal and our house -somewhat humble, because it was very old, being the -same in which Pope Clement IX. was born. -</p> - -<p> -"My brother Attilio was said to be as beautiful -as an angel by all the mothers of Pistoja. Indeed, -he was a very handsome little boy, and frequently -served my father as a model; thus Attilio's figure -appears in more than one of the groups which he -contributed to the Great Exhibition at London in -1851. -</p> - -<p> -"Versions of my brother's story have already, as -I have stated, appeared in the English newspapers. -I now propose to tell you mine. -</p> - -<p> -"Pistoja, our native place, is a Tuscan town, -situated amid a fertile country, at the base of the -beautiful Apennines. In fancy I can see it still, -with its carved cathedral of snowy Carrara marble; -its convents and hospitals; its quaint streets of the -middle ages; its old and crumbling walls, that were -built by Didier, last king of the Lombards, and the -clear blue waters of the Ombrone, bordered by -chestnut groves, and lands that teem with corn, -wine, and oil, all reddened in the setting sun, as I -saw them last; and that feature, the blot and blight -on all the rest, the accursed Austrian eagle, that -floats above its ancient fortress. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, Pistoja, like too many other Italian towns, -had or has an Austrian garrison, and, at the time I -refer to—the first months of 1850—all Europe was -filled with ardour, interest, and sympathy by the -gallant stand made by the Hungarians, under -Kossuth, and other chiefs, against their imperial -oppressors; and nowhere did their victories and their -downfall find a more ready echo than in the hearts -of Italians. -</p> - -<p> -"The boys of the Academia de Pistoja, which my -brother Attilio and I attended—he was then twelve, -and I but ten years of age—held a jubilee with -others, on an evil day, when fresh tidings of some -new battle came. We received a holiday. I went -to fish in the Ombrone, and my brother returned -home. -</p> - -<p> -"When, chancing to pass near the palace of the -Bishop of Pistoja, where the Austrian commandant, -Colonel Count Rudolf de Veinrich, had quartered -himself (after expelling our venerable prelate), -Attilio saw a number of soldiers in what he -considered the Hungarian uniform—brown tunics, -embroidered and faced with red. -</p> - -<p> -"When passing the first sentinel, Attilio lifted -his little hat and cried: -</p> - -<p> -"'Viva Kossuth! Viva Hongria!' -</p> - -<p> -"'Viva!' replied the sentinel, whose comrades -joined in the cry, adding: -</p> - -<p> -"'Eviva—bravo Hongrie!' -</p> - -<p> -"Thus emboldened, the rash boy continued to -wave his hat and shout the name of Kossuth. -</p> - -<p> -"'Come hither, boy,' cried the soldiers, in strange -Italian; 'we wish to speak with you.' -</p> - -<p> -"Attilio, believing that he beheld the countrymen -of the Hungarian dictator, approached, but was -instantly surrounded and seized, and then, to his -astonishment, he found himself in the hands of a -party of Croats, whose uniform, in his ignorance of -such matters, the boy supposed to be Hungarian. -</p> - -<p> -"They were proceeding to drag him into the -guard-house, when Attilio, active and nimble, glided -like an eel through their hands, sprang from an open -window and escaped, but was closely pursued. -</p> - -<p> -"Fearing to take shelter in our house, which -would implicate our innocent parents, and insure -their ruthless pillage, he left the town behind him, -and fled, bareheaded, towards the woods. As it -chanced, he came close to where I was fishing in the -Ombrone. -</p> - -<p> -"'Change jackets with me, Adrian!' he exclaimed, -'the Austrians are after me—change, but -ask no questions.' -</p> - -<p> -"We exchanged in a moment; my jacket was -black, and his a bright green; thus, when he -disappeared, the Croats came upon me. I uttered an -involuntary cry of real terror as they seized me, -and handled me very roughly before they discovered -their mistake. -</p> - -<p> -"Then I laughed at them, on which they spitefully -broke my rod, and seized my fish basket, with -its contents. A closer search was instituted for -poor Attilio, and at night he was dragged from our -dear mother's arms, and reconducted to the guardhouse, -where he was brought before Count Rudolf -de Veinrich, colonel of the Regiment de Radetzki. -</p> - -<p> -"Knowing well the kind of hands he had fallen -into, Attilio gave himself up for lost; yet he was -brave as a lion; his courage never deserted him, -and, in contempt of his captors, he spat upon the -Austrian flag that hung over the guard-house door. -Yet he wept, when in the dark, for the mother from -whom he had been torn—the poor little boy of -twelve happy years! -</p> - -<p> -"I may mention that though, like the Italians, -the Croats generally profess the Catholic religion, -in the military portion of that semi-barbarous race -there is a strong element of the Greek schism, and -of this last was the Regiment de Radetzki composed. -Its soldiers had all the worst qualities of the Croat; -they were revengeful, deceitful, intemperate, prone -to robbery, and officered by Germans, who, when in -Tuscany, cared little to restrain their licentiousness. -</p> - -<p> -"Their colonel, notwithstanding his title of count, -was a man without family or friends, save such as -position gave him, without kindly sympathy or -common human feeling. His mother had been -found speechless and dying near the new Scottish -gate of Vienna, and she expired soon after in the -Allgemeine Krankenhaus, or great infirmary of the -city, leaving her child to the foundling hospital, by -the name of Rudolf. -</p> - -<p> -"Ten years after a person of rank, a prince of the -Russian Empire, on searching the books of the said -hospital, discovered in this foundling his own son, -the mother being a hapless Polish woman, whom, he -had deluded and abandoned; so the little Rudolf, -on the payment of so many thousand ducats, became -a count, and in time rose to the rank of colonel of -Croats; and, as such, exercised the stern military -laws of Austria with unexampled severity. -</p> - -<p> -"On bringing my brother before him, the -Croats charged Attilio with attempting to induce -them to desert in the name of Kossuth; and then -with defiling the flag of the Empire by spitting -thereon. -</p> - -<p> -"'Did he attempt to seduce you by money?' -asked the colonel, with a frown on his face. -</p> - -<p> -"'Yes, Herr Colonel,' replied a corporal named -Schwartz, and he produced eighteen <i>quattrini</i>, -which he had found in the pocket of my jacket, -and which were in value about twopence -British. -</p> - -<p> -"On this the colonel, undeterred by the manly -aspect of the beautiful little boy—for my brother -Attilio was beautiful—struck him with his gloved -hand, and with his sheathed sword, repeatedly. -</p> - -<p> -"He then ordered him to be put into one of the -dark, damp, and horrid dungeons of the old castle -of Pistoja, where, among the rats, the toads, the -gloom, and the cobwebs, the poor boy wept for his -parents, and for me; wept in cold and forlorn -misery, on some wet straw, near which a clay pitcher -of water was placed. -</p> - -<p> -"He had a stone whereon to rest his head if -weary, and his right wrist was fettered by a chain -to his left ankle. -</p> - -<p> -"'Sono desolato! Sono perduto!' ('I am ruined! -I am lost!') he kept repeating from time to -time. -</p> - -<p> -"Our father was crushed with grief, our mother -was filled with wild despair, and I was stupefied!" -</p> - -<p> -"And they dared to seize him thus?" exclaimed -Mr. Basset, flushing with indignation like an honest -John Bull, while vigorously polishing his forehead -with his silk handkerchief; "a frightful outrage on -the rights of the subject! Where were the police? -Where was that great bulwark of liberty, the writ -of <i>habeas corpus</i>?" -</p> - -<p> -Manfredi smiled sadly, and replied: -</p> - -<p> -"You forget that I am talking of Tuscany?" -</p> - -<p> -"True, my dear sir, true; but go on." -</p> - -<p> -"The poor boy!" said Ethel, mournfully. -</p> - -<p> -"Those odious, hateful Austrians!" commented -Rose. -</p> - -<p> -"D——n them!" was the addendum of Captain -Jack Phillips, while Manfredi resumed: -</p> - -<p> -"In this horrible condition, crushed for a time in -body and in soul, and drowned in tears, he -remained, while all access was denied to him, even to -our parents; but ultimately he was found by the -good Padre Marraccini, who had come to visit the -sick prisoners, and who, by chance or mistake, was -shown by Corporal Schwartz into the atrocious -dungeon where our poor little Attilio lay. -</p> - -<p> -"Undeterred by the grim Croat, who carried a -smoky lamp, the light of which scared the rats and -toads, who were seen hurrying away to their dark -and slimy recesses, the child leaped up with a cry -of joy, and hastened towards the padre, who was -our father's friend, but in hastening fell, for his -chain was short, and cramped the action of his -limbs. -</p> - -<p> -"'Water, Padre Marraccini!' he exclaimed -hoarsely, 'water; for I am dying of thirst, and -they have <i>salted</i> what is in that pitcher.' -</p> - -<p> -"With great difficulty the commiserating padre -procured him some water in the hollow of a broken -bottle; the corporal would give nothing else, and it -cut the poor boy's mouth, so that he drank his own -blood, his tears, and the water together. -</p> - -<p> -"'My mother, my father—are they well?' he asked. -</p> - -<p> -"'Yes.' -</p> - -<p> -"'It seems so long since I saw them—the day -before yesterday when I went to school,' continued -Attilio, weeping, with his head on the padre's -shoulder. 'And Adrian, my brother—did they -hurt him, for he changed jackets with me?' -</p> - -<p> -"'Hush!' said the padre, glancing at the stolid -Croat who stood by them, with a lamp flaring in -one hand, and his drawn bayonet glittering in the -other. -</p> - -<p> -"'Get me out of this, Padre Marraccini; pray -get me out of this place, and home to my mother. -Oh, my mother! my mother!' -</p> - -<p> -"'I will, dear Attilio, I will—that is if I -can.' -</p> - -<p> -"'I shall take courage. I shall be a man!' -</p> - -<p> -"'Do, until I return from the commandant.' -</p> - -<p> -"With dire forebodings in his heart, the poor old -padre hastened to the count, whom he found seated -at his wine, after dinner, with several Austrian -officers, in the saloon of the bishop's palace. -</p> - -<p> -"After enduring considerable annoyance—even -insult—from the Croatian sentinels and German -lackeys—insults which he endured with contempt, -perhaps, rather than with meekness, and feeling -himself the servant of a higher master than even -the Emperor of Austria—he was admitted to an -audience, and he begged—he dared not, in such a -presence, demand—'the release of the child Attilio -Manfredi, who had been seized by the soldiers of -the garrison.' -</p> - -<p> -"'Seized, Fra Marraccini, for attempting to -seduce them by money to desert their colours, in -the name of the rebel Magyar, Kossuth,' replied the -count, sternly. -</p> - -<p> -"'Term it as you please, Signor Excellenza. I -implore you to allow me to restore him to his -parents—his heart-broken mother especially.' -</p> - -<p> -"'It cannot be; his case is not in my hands.' -</p> - -<p> -"'In whose then?' -</p> - -<p> -"'It has been remitted to the general-commanding -at Prato.' -</p> - -<p> -"'And the answer will come——' -</p> - -<p> -"'About midnight,' interrupted the count, with -a dark glance there was no misinterpreting. -'Enough, priest. You may go.' -</p> - -<p> -"The poor priest felt his soul sink within him. -Instead of seeking our parents, to whom, knowing -the Austrians as he did, he could give no hope, he -returned to the castle, and sought to prepare the -unhappy child, my brother, for the fate, the great -change, that was to follow. -</p> - -<p> -"All day had elapsed without food passing the -boy's mouth, and he was in such a state as to be -incapable of swallowing the coarse cake which the priest -had procured with difficulty from the Croatian guard. -</p> - -<p> -"Attended by the corporal, named Schwartz, -who remained persistently in the dungeon, holding -a lamp, the priest sat on the damp stone, with -Attilio on his knee; and resting his head caressingly -on his shoulder, besought him to make his -confession, in the fashion of our church—to speak -in whispers, lest the Croat might overhear and -mock them. -</p> - -<p> -"But the confession of a boy—a mere child, so -pure, so good, and sinless, could interest the soldier -but little, and the youthful prisoner made it with -charming artlessness; though his large dark eyes -began to dilate with mournful anxiety, fear, and -wonder, and then to sparkle with courage and -sublime resignation, as Fra Marraccini spoke to him in -earnest whispers of his spiritual state, beseeching -him to think of hopes beyond the grave, of the -Father he had in heaven as well as his father on -earth, and of the Blessed Madonna, who was the -mother of all good children. -</p> - -<p> -"Then the little boy began to see clearly the -terrible meaning of the priest, and though his heart -yearned, and his tears fell fast when he thought of -his poor mother who was on earth, and whom he -never more should see, at length he became pacified, -or worn out by emotion, and fell asleep in the -arms of dear old Father Marraccini. -</p> - -<p> -"So the hours stole on, Corporal Schwartz -trimmed the lamp, growled and swore, tugged his -obstinate moustache, and smoked his huge meerschaum, -while the old priest, heedless of his impatience, -read the prayers for the dying with the child -asleep upon his knee. -</p> - -<p> -"The galloping of a horse was heard, and the -clank of a sabre, as an Austrian dragoon passed the -grated window of the prison. -</p> - -<p> -"'Poor Attilio!' groaned the priest. -</p> - -<p> -"'Rouse the prisoner!' croaked the corporal, -harshly, 'here comes the final order about him!' -</p> - -<p> -"At that time the clock of the fortress struck -midnight. -</p> - -<p> -"Prato is only six miles from Pistoja, so the -general there had not hurried himself. -</p> - -<p> -"'They are not really going to kill me, Fra -Marraccini, are they? Oh! my sweet mother! Oh! my -dear father! and my little brother Adrian, too, -shall I never see you any more?' exclaimed Attilio, -as he was dragged out by the guard. -</p> - -<p> -"'Remember what I have said and taught you," -whispered the priest; 'take courage, and be a -Christian.' -</p> - -<p> -"'Yes, padre, and a Tuscan, too!' replied -Attilio, as they were conducted from the dark -passages and vaults of the ancient castle into one of -the dry ditches, where the moon was shining in all -her brilliance—yes, gloriously, as now she shines -upon this tropical sea. -</p> - -<p> -"There, between the high walls of the dry ditch, -were several Austrian officers in their white -uniforms, with long boots and black varnished helmets, -surmounted by plumes or spikes, and double-headed -eagles, and all apparently flushed with wine. -</p> - -<p> -"Beyond them were twelve Croats under arms, -drawn in a single rank across the ditch. -</p> - -<p> -"'Corporal Schwartz,' said the count, as he -opened a letter, 'unlock the prisoner's chains.' -</p> - -<p> -"As they were taken off and flung rattling aside, -the courage of Father Marraccini rose. -</p> - -<p> -"Bareheaded before this imposing group, whose -breasts were covered with imperial orders and medals, -stood Attilio, with his dark eyes cast down, his -crossed hands on his breast, humble, but courageous. -</p> - -<p> -"'He looked so fair and handsome!' says the -kind padre, in an account he wrote of this affair. -'The moonlight silvered him from head to foot, -and made him look like an angel. The boy was -very sad, but at the same time calm. No entreaty -passed his lips to be allowed to look once more -upon his parents' faces. All he said was, "Don't -leave me any more—oh! see to what a pass they -have brought me!"' -</p> - -<p> -"'Priest, bring the boy forward,' said Count -Rudolf, imperiously. -</p> - -<p> -"Marracini did so, and so clear and bright was -the moonlight, which poured aslant over the grand -masses of the ancient castle of Pistoja, on the -glittering arms of the ferocious-looking Croats, on -the white uniforms and glittering accoutrements of -the Austrian officers, and on the boy's pale face, -that the count could read distinctly, as if at -noon-day, the brief but pompous despatch of the general -commanding at Prato. -</p> - -<p> -"'Attilio Manfredi,' said he, 'listen! Your sentence -has come hither in German, but I shall read it -to you in Italian.' -</p> - -<p> -"The boy bowed, played nervously with his -hands, and said: -</p> - -<p> -"'Dio il voglia, Signor Colonello—se piace a -Dio!' ('God willing—if it please God!') -</p> - -<p> -"'Attilio Manfredi,' resumed the tall Austrian, -raising his voice with a hiccup at times, 'scholar of -the Academy of Pistoja, son of Adrian Manfredi, -sculptor, and member of the Academia delle Belle -Arti, you have been accused and fully convicted of -attempting, by bribery, to induce Corporal Carl -Schwartz and Private Demetrius Spitzbübbel, with -other soldiers of Veltmarshal Radetzki's Croatian -Regiment, to desert the fatherly and benign service -of his Imperial Majesty Ferdinand I., Emperor of -Austria, King of Hungary, Bohemia, Lombardy, -and Venice, Dalmatia, Crotia, Sclavonia, Galicia, -Lodomeria, and Illyria——'" -</p> - -<p> -"Dash my wig!" exclaimed Captain Phillips; -"why did he omit the Cannibal Islands, and the -Viceroy Whanky-fum?" -</p> - -<p> -"Count Rudolf paused to draw breath, as well he -might after such a mouthful of words; and again -the fine large eyes of the boy dilated with wonder, -at a list of names that sounded so strange and -barbarous to his Tuscan ear. -</p> - -<p> -"'Have you the courage to hear your sentence?' -</p> - -<p> -"'Si, signore; the blessed Madonna, who is -alike the mother of my mother and me, support me!' -</p> - -<p> -"'She does, my son!' cried Marraccini, with -enthusiasm. -</p> - -<p> -"'Silence!' exclaimed the count. 'Prisoner—you -are to be shot to death by a platoon of twelve -men.' -</p> - -<p> -"He deliberately folded the despatch and drew back. -</p> - -<p> -"'The mother of God receive me!' murmured -the poor boy; then he added, in a feeble voice, -'Father Marraccini, when it is all over—when I am -dead—cut off three locks of my hair: one for my -dear father, one for dear, dear mother, and one for -my little brother Adrian.' -</p> - -<p> -"Here Manfredi drew a locket from his breast -and kissed it. -</p> - -<p> -"'You will keep my crucifix for yourself, in -memory of your little penitent, and say masses for -his soul.' -</p> - -<p> -"It was now the old priest's turn to weep, and he -wept aloud, while the brave little Attilio had not a -tear in his eye. -</p> - -<p> -"Hoarse, and harsh, and rapid were the German -words of command, and in less than three minutes, -a volley of twelve rifles that rang like thunder on -the still midnight, waking all the echoes of the -fortress and of the silent streets of Pistoja, -announced that all was over—that the great crime -had been committed! -</p> - -<p> -"In five minutes more Attilio was flung into a -hasty grave dug in the ditch beneath the castle -wall, quicklime was cast over him, and there, -uncoffined and unconsecrated, the Croats covered -him up. -</p> - -<p> -"My poor little brother! -</p> - -<p> -"My father and mother could not survive the -shock of this atrocity. They both died soon after; -I was left alone in the world, and, turning my back -upon Pistoja, became a sailor and a wanderer. -</p> - -<p> -"A wooden cross nailed on the castle wall, by tine -kind hand of Fra Marraccina, marked the uncouth -grave of my brother till 1860, when the ecclesiastical -and civic authorities of Pistoja took heart, and, -with many grand and empty ceremonies, exhumed -his sad remains, and reinterred them in a coffin -within the church of the Confraternita dei Dolori, -where they now lie, and may they rest in peace![*] -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -[*] For the truth of this story, see the <i>Athenæum</i> of 1860. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"Fra Marraccini, now Bishop of Pistoja, -performed the funeral mass, and wrote me all about -it when I was far away, a merchant seaman, in the -Southern Pacific.. The good man sent me his -blessing, and it reached me even there." -</p> - -<p> -As he concluded, the Italian crossed himself, and -stepped aside, as if to light a cigar; but Ethel -Basset and others knew, by the tremor of his voice, -that he had turned to hide his emotion. -</p> - -<p> -"And this cruel colonel—this Austrian," she -asked, "what became of him?" -</p> - -<p> -"The curse that fell on Cain followed him. He -died, not on a gallows, as he deserved, but fell -beneath the Danish rifles, at the foot of the -Dannewerke," replied Manfredi, with flashing eyes; "and -now I am Christian enough to say: may he, too, -rest in peace, even as my brother rests at Pistoja." -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap22"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXII. -<br /><br /> -ZUARES AND THE SHARK. -</h3> - -<p> -The voyage of the <i>Hermione</i> had now lasted several -weeks. -</p> - -<p> -During that time Hawkshaw had never ventured -to resume the subject which Ethel had so summarily -dismissed on that evening in Acton Chase—the -evening which had an end so fatal—the subject, -of his passion for her, and certainly, as such things -grow and mature by propinquity, it was more deeply -rooted now than it was then. -</p> - -<p> -He was wisely and sedulously attentive during -their daily and hourly intercourse in the circumscribed -space on shipboard—attentive, but nothing more. -</p> - -<p> -Yet Ethel knew well what those delicate attentions -inferred, and shrank from them systematically -and intuitively, and in such a manner, though quiet -and gentle, as to give the persevering ex-captain of -Texan troopers not the shadow of a hope for the -future. -</p> - -<p> -Moreover, he was rather galled to perceive that -ever since that evening when Morley Ashton -disappeared, Ethel had adopted a nun-like soberness of -attire and colour that reminded one of mourning. -Save Morley's engagement-ring, she wore no -ornament, and Hawkshaw knew that to the black ribbon -around her neck was attached a locket, with a braid -of Ashton's hair entwined with her own, on one -side, and on the other, a miniature of herself, for it -was the same locket which he had worn when in -Africa, and which she had found lying on his -toilet-table on the morning after his mysterious -disappearance and supposed death. -</p> - -<p> -She knew that he had always borne it next his -heart, and now she resolved it should ever be worn -next her own; for with such things do lovers solace -themselves. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw knew, we say, quite well, that the -black ribbon around that white and slender neck -sustained that which she deemed an affectionate -memento; so he never dared to ask her what it was, -lest its production should serve as a curb and rebuke -to himself; and while it was worn thus, he deemed -it almost hopeless to resume the task of entreating -her to love him, or permit his loving her. So day -followed day, and still the great ship that bore them -all flew on, but not always successfully, for she -encountered such a succession of headwinds, as -served almost to prove the truth of what our old -friend Bill Morrison, of the <i>Princess</i>, stated to -Morley, about a ship that had a "shedder" of blood -on board; and now, even jolly Captain Phillips lost -his temper with his mates, his crew, himself, and -everybody but Rose Basset, who, he was wont to -say, "could wind him round her little finger like a -bit o' spunyarn." -</p> - -<p> -Though the <i>Hermione</i> made long tacks westward -and eastward, on the latter sometimes "sighting" -the coast of Africa, and though the winds were -ahead, and fearfully protracting the voyage, the -weather was very fine, almost to monotony, and -thus for days after the moonlit evening on which -Manfredi told his tale, nothing occurred to disturb -the even tenor of the voyage, save the usual sights -to be seen at sea. -</p> - -<p> -A drove of porpoises dashing in the wind's eye; -a shower of silvery flying-fish crossing the vessel's -course, and falling in hundreds, like a glittering -torrent, into the sea, from, which they had sprung; -the stormy petrels tripping gracefully with brown -wings outspread, above the snowy spray, or the -black fin of a shark prowling for offal in the vessel's -wake astern; and once a sucking-fish was seen -fixed to the rudder, where it remained for weeks, -wriggling and twisting, for no amount of motion in -the water, not even the waves of the wildest storm -that furrows up the sea, can shake it off when once -it adheres to a ship's bottom, to a whale, or a shark, -as it is sometimes wont to do. -</p> - -<p> -Captain Phillips was not superstitious enough to -believe that this small parasite retarded the progress -of a ship, though such has been for ages the idea -of those who live, and have lived, by salt water, as -we may find in many -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "——a book,<br /> - From Captain Noah down to Captain Cook,"<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -but more especially in the works of many who have -written of nautical phenomena between the days -of Pliny, Plutarch, and Captain Dampier. Yet to -watch from the taffrail its obstinate adherence and -wriggling, amid the foam down below, was for some -time an amusement which duly found a record in -the journal or diary which Rose kept for the special -perusal of her friend Lucy Page when they met -again. -</p> - -<p> -On another day a ship was passed, "bound for -Europe"—they had ceased to speak of Britain -now—and all crowded to the side to hear her hailed. -On she came, and each vessel backed her maintopsail -and showed her colours, plunging stern down -and head, their cutwaters dripping with foam, their -bright copper, that rose to the bends, flashing in the -sun, the sails of the stranger shivering, as the -<i>Hermione</i> kept the weather-gauge of her. -</p> - -<p> -"Ahoy!" came faintly from a trumpet over the -sea; "what ship is that?" -</p> - -<p> -"The <i>Hermione</i>, of London—two months -out—bound for Singapore. What ship are you?" -</p> - -<p> -"The <i>Robert Bruce</i>, of Glasgow, bound for Europe." -</p> - -<p> -"Where from?" -</p> - -<p> -"Batavia." -</p> - -<p> -"Report all well." -</p> - -<p> -"Aye, aye; good-bye." -</p> - -<p> -Then the latitude and longitude, chalked on a -black board, would be shown over the quarter of -each ship; the colours were dipped at the gaff-peak, -the yard-heads filled, a parting cheer exchanged, -and each left the other to plough through the waste -of waters, and each, ere the sun set, would be "hull -down" to the other, at the horizon. -</p> - -<p> -Then Rose hurried to her desk to record this -trivial, but, to her, important episode; but, -alas! events were soon to occur which would make her -diary, if kept amid them, the most startling work of -the kind ever penned by a human hand—especially -a hand so small and so pretty as hers. -</p> - -<p> -That the young Scotch surgeon, Dr. Leslie Heriot, -was very much captivated by Rose was evident to -all in the cabin; but Rose was so accustomed to -have plenty of admirers to talk to, laugh, and flirt -with, when on shore, that to have an acknowledged -dangler on board ship seemed nothing unusual, and -she accepted his attentions accordingly. -</p> - -<p> -She conceived it to be a penchant that had begun -with the voyage, and would end with it; but, being -less volatile than she was, to our young M.D. and -F.R.C.S. of Edinburgh, it was a passion deeper than -she thought, and of that she was to have ample -proof ere long. -</p> - -<p> -Whether it was that the irritation always -consequent to headwinds extended from the occupants -of the after cabin to those of the forecastle bunks, -we know not; but about this time a very -perceptible difference began to manifest itself in the -tone and conduct of the crew towards the passengers—towards -each other generally, and the officers of -the ship in particular; in short, a general insolence -of bearing, to which the latter had been quite -unaccustomed. -</p> - -<p> -We have stated that they were a mixed crew; -that the coloured, the foreign, and the Yankee -elements largely predominated among them; hence, -they were not the kind of men to stand upon trifles. -</p> - -<p> -Thus, when two had their grog stopped for -insolence to Mr. Quail when ordering them to work -the spun-yarn winch, they drew their knives, and -swore they "would have blood, if not their Jarnaiky -rum;" and so menacing generally was the conduct -of the rest, that Mr. Quail was polite enough to -content himself by entering in the ship's log a -threat he affected not to overhear, and gave the -mutineers their grog two days after, when both got -three tremendous sousings, when ordered to "lay -out forward and furl the gib." -</p> - -<p> -The watch on deck at night went sometimes to -sleep, committing the care of the vessel to the winds -and the man at the helm; and, as he occasionally -chose to nod also at his post, the <i>Hermione</i> was -thrice thrown in the wind, hove flat aback with all -her studding-sails set, and fortunate it was that, on -each of these occasions, the wind was light, or some -of her masts would have gone by the board. -</p> - -<p> -Sailors are never idle when at sea, as a ship -perpetually finds work for every hand at all times, were -it only to "polish the chain-cable;" but the crew of -the <i>Hermione</i> were resolutely slothful. -</p> - -<p> -By day, the men who lounged about the forecastle -bitts, or stood in a row with their backs against the -bow to leeward, exchanged strange cries, whoops, -signals, and scraps of low ribald songs with those -who were engaged aloft, or elsewhere; and more -than once the man at the wheel ventured to do so -likewise; and when told by Captain Phillips never -again to come aft the mainmast, or appear on the -quarter-deck, he very deliberately spat thereon, and -told him that he and his quarter-deck might both -be—not blessed at least. -</p> - -<p> -These unusual indications were quite enough to -cause alarm, and a day seldom passed that Captain -Phillips, Mr. Quail, and his three mates, did not -confer about them, or exchange glances, the anxiety -and import of which Mr. Basset and his two -daughters knew nothing. -</p> - -<p> -The captain dreaded that this secret spirit of -disorder might develop itself in scenes of outrage when -the old, and now almost disused, ceremony of -receiving Neptune and crossing the Line took place. -To ignore the occasion might cause discontent, and -to celebrate it might provoke what he feared; but, -fortunately, for twenty-four hours, about the time -of crossing the equator, the wind blew almost a -hurricane, so Neptune and his visit were alike -forgotten. -</p> - -<p> -There was one occasion on which Hawkshaw -hoped to get rid, at least, of one of his chief -sources of dread—the Barradas. -</p> - -<p> -There fell a dead calm one day about noon; the -air was almost suffocating, the sea like glass or oil, -and there was not a breath of wind to stir the -canvas, or even to wave the scarlet fringes of the -quarter-deck awning, under the shade of which -Ethel and Rose reclined languidly, with light -summer dresses, and fan in hand. -</p> - -<p> -It was strange that with this listlessness below -there seemed to be aloft a current of air, which did -not descend even to the skysail-yards, but played -with the vane and its scarlet streamer on the -mainmast-head. -</p> - -<p> -On this day the <i>Hermione</i> was about a hundred -miles to the northward of St. Helena. The air was -thin and ambient; the sunlight, broad and blazing, -exhaling from the sea a thin white haze, which, at -the dim horizon, made the sea and sky so blend -together, that none could tell where cloud began -and water ended. -</p> - -<p> -Through the glassy surface of the still, calm sea -the black crooked fin of a great shark was seen, as -he glided stealthily alongside, preceded, as usual, -by the long, wriggling pilot-fish. -</p> - -<p> -It was evidently a white shark, by the mode in -which he swallowed; for when the cook cast some -offal to him, he turned on his back, and opening his -dreadful mouth, exhibited his six-fold row of teeth, -triangular, and sharp as razors. This terrible -apparatus for mastication is quite flat in the mouth -when the shark is in a state of quietude; but when -biting or swallowing food, it has the power of -erecting it with vast power, by the enormous -muscles of the jaw. -</p> - -<p> -The whole body being of a light ash colour, his -grim form, with the motion of his pectoral fins, -could be distinctly seen, as he floated alongside, or -glided to and fro. -</p> - -<p> -Now Zuares Barradas, a daring and athletic -young fellow, stripped of everything but his canvas -trousers, appeared suddenly in the starboard -forechains with a coil of rope in his hand, and a murmur -almost rang along the deck, as he made one end of -his coil fast to a belaying-pin, preparatory to -plunging into the sea. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Mr. Quail!" exclaimed Ethel, "is he about -to fish for that dreadful thing?" -</p> - -<p> -"No, miss," replied Quail, quietly; "he is going -to attack it." -</p> - -<p> -"Attack it?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, in the water. Shouldn't care if a few more -tried the same game," growled the mate. -</p> - -<p> -"Is it not rashness—madness? So handsome a -young man, too," continued Ethel, greatly excited. -</p> - -<p> -"It is rashness and madness too, as you say, Miss -Basset." -</p> - -<p> -"You will prevent it, surely?" -</p> - -<p> -"By no means. The weather is warm; if he -wants a dip, let him have it," replied the mate, -who had not forgotten that Zuares was one of the -men who had drawn his knife when his grog was -stopped. -</p> - -<p> -Before he could be either warned or prevented, -the younger Barradas sprang into the jolly-boat, -which had been alongside for the carpenter, who -had taken advantage of the calm to perform some -piece of work upon the outer sheathing. -</p> - -<p> -Shoving off to the full extent of the painter, -Zuares stood for a moment in an attitude which -showed his handsome, athletic, and tawny form to -great advantage, and when the horrible shark came -within six yards of the boat, rising at the same time -so near to the surface that his gray body shone -through the pea-green sea, as if scaled with gold and -silver, a cry of terror burst from Ethel Basset, as -Zuares plunged headlong into the water, within -three feet of his jaws. -</p> - -<p> -Turning instantly, the shark shot towards his -expected prey, who rose near his tail, and, on the -shark turning again, dived once more beneath -him, with a skill and courage he could only have -acquired on the half-savage shores of his native -country. -</p> - -<p> -All on deck beheld this strange and perilous -game with breathless interest, and even the ruffianly -crew were hushed into silence by a scene so unexpected. -</p> - -<p> -Thrice the ill-matched antagonists appeared on -the surface, Zuares swimming with the hand he had -at liberty, and keeping the other, with the coiled -rope, behind him on his loins, the shark following, -but warily, as if in doubt. Each time Zuares got -breath he dived headlong down, and on the third -time, the monster dived after him, so closely and so -simultaneously, that not a doubt remained in the -minds of those who lined the ship's gunwale that -they had encountered below, and that the bubbles, -now rising fast to the surface, would soon be tinged -with blood. -</p> - -<p> -Even the swarthy visage and beetling brow of -Pedro Barradas grew pale; and his present emotion -found vent in a heavy curse. -</p> - -<p> -Ethel and Rose covered their faces, and sank -down on the quarter-deck seat. Nance Folgate -gazed steadily at the place where the shark and -seaman had disappeared, and continued to utter a -series of noisy outcries, and "Lor' a mussy me's!" -</p> - -<p> -Five, ten, fifteen, twenty seconds elapsed—they -seemed an age; then suddenly the slack of the rope -at the starboard fore-rigging was seen to tighten -and pay out. -</p> - -<p> -"Tail on—tally on—yeo-heavo!" was now the -cry, and a dozen pairs of strong hands were pulling -at it, and meeting, apparently, with a resistance that -threatened to snap the rope. -</p> - -<p> -At that moment, Zuares Barradas, panting, -breathless and weary, rose to the surface at some -distance, and swam leisurely towards the boat, while -the shark—round the tail of which, and the small -back fin that is close thereto, he had, in some -fashion known best to himself, contrived to loop the -rope tightly—was drawn, ignominiously and in great -wrath, tail-foremost from his proper element. -</p> - -<p> -A hurrah, rather varying in its cadence, as it did -not come from British throats, greeted the monster's -appearance as he floundered alongside, with his -head downwards, and his awful jaws rasping and -scraping in impotent fury against the ship's outer -sheathing. -</p> - -<p> -Up, up he was hoisted tailwise; then the carpenter, -armed with his hatchet, descended into the -fore-chains, and put an end to his power, by severing -the spinal column, after which Jack Shark was cut -adrift to perish, and amid great exultation the -intrepid Zuares was hauled on board. -</p> - -<p> -His right arm was severely lacerated and bleeding; -but this, he stated, was done by one of the monster's -fins, and not its jaws. -</p> - -<p> -Handsome though the young fellow was, Ethel -and Rose beheld him more with fear than admiration, -for his feat savoured of a courage that was reckless -or diabolical. -</p> - -<p> -"True," said Dr. Heriot, aside to Mr. Quail; "a -fellow who sets so little store upon his own life will -set still less upon ours." -</p> - -<p> -Although Captain Phillips would, perhaps, have -felt small regret had Zuares shared the fate of the -Prophet Jonah, he ordered the steward to give him -a good tot of grog, and ere long, as the breeze -sprang up and sail was made on the ship, nothing -remained of an adventure so exciting, but an entry -made very briefly by Mr. Quail in the ship's log:— -</p> - -<p> -"4 P.M., <i>calm. Zuares Sarradas caught and -killed a shark</i>. -</p> - -<p> -"6 P.M., <i>steady breeze; people employed in -shifting the foretopsail and slushing the mainmast. -Pumps attended to as usual.</i>" -</p> - -<p> -The pumps and the foretopsail were evidently of -more importance to Mr. Quail than the shark and -its story. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap23"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXIII. -<br /><br /> -HAWKSHAW'S OLD FRIENDS. -</h3> - -<p> -One day, Ethel, inspired perhaps by Hawkshaw's -evil genius, expressed a wish to go forward and -see what she termed "the front part of the ship." -</p> - -<p> -Her papa and Dr. Heriot were near; but as -Hawkshaw had a jealous dislike of Heriot's attention -to the sisters, and Mr. Basset had no desire to -take more trouble than was absolutely necessary, -the ex-captain drew closer to her, on which she -said: -</p> - -<p> -"Please take me to see it." -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw, though he would almost as soon have -walked into a furnace, gave his hand reluctantly to -Ethel, pulled his newly-donned wide-awake down -over his eyes, and led her forward from the sanctum -of the quarter-deck. -</p> - -<p> -Though in no way enchanted with her cavalier, -Ethel, with a minuteness that, to him, was alike -distressing and provoking, insisted on examining -everything in this new region of the ship. The -capstan, with its drumhead, pals, and bars; the -hatches, with their tarpaulins and iron bands; the -long-boat upon its chocks, lashed amidships, full of -hens, pigs, and all the debris of the deck; the -cook's galley, with its hot, steaming coppers and -tin pans; the skuttle-butt, from which the sailors -drunk their water, by a long tin measure lowered -through the bung-hole; the bowsprit, riding gallantly -above the foam, with its perpendicular martingale -for guying down the headstays, dipping in the -sea from time to time; the catheads with their -double sheaves; the windlass, the best bower -anchor, and the sheet anchor; and last of all, she -peeped into the forecastle bunks, a dreary-looking -little den, in the berths of which a number of the -ruffian-like crew were lounging, sleeping, and -some, in defiance of all orders, smoking pipes and -cigaritos. -</p> - -<p> -So full of interest had the beautiful and -intelligent girl been while exploring this new world, -passing from object to object, stepping lightly and -gracefully with her gathered skirts above her pretty -tapered ankles, that some time elapsed before she -perceived, that which the more wary Hawkshaw -had from the first observed, the cool and deliberate -insolence with which the seamen—so unlike British -seamen—were observing her. They loitered or -stood directly in her way, and, when she begged -pardon or turned aside, they leered at her, thrust -their tongues in their cheeks, applied their -forefingers to the side of their noses, whistled, and -betrayed other and unmistakable signs of coarse -wit or insolent admiration. -</p> - -<p> -Ignorant of all this, poor Ethel continued to -loiter among them, thinking them all very brave -and fine fellows, though very dirty, and quite unlike -William in "Black-eyed Susan," with his spotless -trousers, tight at the waist and loose at the feet, his -low-crowned, varnished hat, with its black ribbon, -his dandy jacket, broad collar, and black silk -neckerchief, with its peculiar tie. -</p> - -<p> -The Barradas, Bill Badger, and Co., were the -very antipodes of all this; but now the cook's -galley interested her again. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Captain Hawkshaw—the cat—look at the -poor cat!" she exclaimed, as this useful domestic -animal peeped at her from amid the cook's -kettles. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, Ethel, what of the cat?" -</p> - -<p> -"See, what a horror it is!" continued Ethel, -pointing to pussy, who had neither ears nor tail, -and whose usually silky coat was coarse as that of a -Spitzbergen bear, by almost daily immersions in the -salt water of the lee-scuppers. "Captain Hawkshaw, -tell me——" -</p> - -<p> -"You must not speak so loudly, Miss Basset!" -said that personage, with uncontrollable asperity -and alarm. "I am close beside you; and others -will hear as well as myself," he added. -</p> - -<p> -"Others, sir?" repeated Ethel, with astonishment. -</p> - -<p> -"You were about to ask something," said he, -with visible uneasiness and confusion. -</p> - -<p> -"I was about to ask who had mutilated the poor -animal so cruelly." -</p> - -<p> -"How can I say? Some ruffian, no doubt. -Come aft, and ask the captain about it." -</p> - -<p> -"Lord love you, marm," said the cook—a greasy -black fellow, who seemed to be in a perpetual state -of steam, grime, and perspiration; and no wonder, -when he had his blazing coppers around him, and -overhead a tropical sun that melted pitch out of -the decks—"there ain't no cruelty in this -whatsomdever." -</p> - -<p> -"What! no cruelty in mutilating the poor animal -thus?" -</p> - -<p> -"It's natur's wicious, marm," replied the cook, -with great earnestness. "'Tain't lucky to have a -cat aboard o' ship, or a parson neither, for the -matter o' that. We can't dock the parson; but we -docks the cat, as you see." -</p> - -<p> -"Poor little pussy!" -</p> - -<p> -"Poor! be darned, marm! I shears off the ears -for'ard, and docks the tail aft, leavin' on'y the starn -post; and so a cook's knife alters their appearance -and their wicious nature entirely." -</p> - -<p> -"What strange stuff is that you are cooking?" -</p> - -<p> -"Scouse, for the fork'stle, marm; have a taste?" -replied the cook, offering a huge dirty ladle, filled -with a queer mess, to Ethel's lovely lip. -</p> - -<p> -But she shrank back; so he poured down his -capacious throat the scalding contents, which, in -reality, was a savoury mess, composed of salt junk, -chopped into small pieces, bruised biscuits, potatoes, -suet and pepper, all stewed up together, and ready -to be served up in the wooden kid for the ship's -crew. -</p> - -<p> -"Shall we go aft, now?" said Hawkshaw, with -irrepressible annoyance. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, please," replied Ethel, hastening away, on -finding herself the centre of what she deemed a -curious, but which was in reality an impertinently -admiring group. -</p> - -<p> -And, grasping the belaying pins to steady her -steps, she hastened towards the quarter alone, for -Hawkshaw remained behind, paralysed, and almost -cursing her in his heart, on finding himself -confronted by the bulky form and lowering front of -Pedro Barradas. -</p> - -<p> -He saw that Ethel, alone and unattended, had -reached a seat near the taffrail, and was now beside -her father, Rose, Dr. Heriot, and some of the ship's -officers; so he turned hastily away, seeking to get -aft by passing between the foremast and the -forehatch; but there he was encountered by Bill -Badger, the raw-boned, red-skinned, and ruffianly-looking -Yankee, who said, while touching his hat in -insolent mockery: -</p> - -<p> -"Avast! I beg yer pardon, Capting 'Awkshaw, -but haul yer wind. I calculate there's a yellow cove -as wants to speak with yer uncommon pertic'lar—one -o' the not-to-be-done squadron." -</p> - -<p> -Turning, with rage and desperation in his heart, -Hawkshaw affected a calm exterior, and said, -suavely, to Barradas: -</p> - -<p> -"I believe you wish to speak with me, my good -fellow?" -</p> - -<p> -"Ha! ha! ha! <i>morte de Dios</i>; how well he does -it!" exclaimed the black-whiskered Pedro, slapping -his huge thigh with a great brown, hairy hand, and -showing a row of strong white teeth that a shark -might envy. "But it won't do, capitano—<i>caramba!</i> -it won't do!" -</p> - -<p> -"I do not comprehend you, fellow!" said -Hawkshaw, with an assumption of dignity. -</p> - -<p> -"Oho! hallo, mates, he doesn't comprehend. -Shall I make him?" -</p> - -<p> -"Aye, aye; pitch into the cork-sucker!" growled -several of the crew, bent upon mischief. -</p> - -<p> -"Step with me this way," said Hawkshaw, with -growing perturbation, drawing Pedro Barradas -towards the bow of the long-boat. "I assure you -that I am quite at a loss to know what you -mean." -</p> - -<p> -"Mean!" thundered the other, with a scowl on -his dark visage, so terrible that Hawkshaw expected -next moment to see a sharp knife glittering at his -throat; "do you pretend to say that you have -forgotten our old South American life, <i>camarado</i>, and -how well you handled your lasso in the Barranca -Secca, between Orizaba and the Puebla de Perote?" -</p> - -<p> -"You are labouring under some strange mistake." -</p> - -<p> -"If I were, would you take it so quietly, unless -you were a coward? Mistaken! <i>Por vida del -demonio</i>, I am not!" -</p> - -<p> -"You are, fellow!" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, no, we are not mistaken," sneered the seaman. -</p> - -<p> -"We?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, we—Zuares and I. We knew you at once, -and have known you ever since we cleared the -Thames; so you may as well let your beard grow, -and leave off skulking below when we take our trick -at the wheel, or our spell at church on Sunday. -You may as well leave off your blasted quarter-deck -airs, too, for they won't go down with either of us." -</p> - -<p> -"Scoundrel!" began Hawkshaw. -</p> - -<p> -"Hah! is it to be <i>guerra al cuchillo</i> between us?" -said the half Spaniard, touching his knife with a -grim smile; "if so, <i>cuidar con el lobo!</i>"—(beware -of the wolf.) -</p> - -<p> -"Let me pass," said Hawkshaw, choking with rage. -</p> - -<p> -"Not yet. I see you have still on your finger the -ring we cut off the hand of the old padre, whom we -lured into the Barranca, by sending, in the name of -our Lady of Guadaloupe, a message that he must -hasten to a dying man." -</p> - -<p> -"Liar!" hissed Hawkshaw, while the crew drew -nearer. -</p> - -<p> -"He bent down to hear the confession of the -expiring sinner—you, capitano—YOU, who sprang -up and cut his throat. Ho! ho! Demonio, I knew -from the first that we were <i>companeros de viage</i>." -</p> - -<p> -"Villain and fiend!" muttered Hawkshaw, while -drops of shame and rage rolled over his damp, pale -visage, and his hands longed to clutch the muscular -throat of the brawnier, mocking, and malevolent -Barradas; "villain and fiend! so you are here?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, and Zuares, too, Senor Capitano, as you -have known well by the skulking aft; so civility is -best. Oh, neither of us have forgotten that -pleasant afternoon which we spent together in the -Barranca Secca." -</p> - -<p> -"Was I to blame for your mistake, or your -brother's crime?" -</p> - -<p> -"Now, what have you to say that I do not -denounce you to your fine friends in the cabin, -eh?—particularly to that girl with the dark eyes. -Santos! what shoulders she has, such a bust and -ankles! and then, there is that pretty little -mina-bird, her sister, with the red cheeks and plump -arms. It makes a fellow's mouth water to see them -here upon the open ocean, so far from land—and -help, eh, mates?—one would admire a coal-black -negress here. And so you love the oldest one, -capitano, eh?" -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw drew back with indignant disgust at -the idea of Ethel being referred to by such lips. -</p> - -<p> -"Hah, did I sting you there?" resumed Barradas; -"well, beware that you do not feel all the bitterness -of losing her." -</p> - -<p> -"Losing her?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes—before our ground-tackle is rove and -ready. Take care," continued the mocking ruffian, -"that you do not experience the bitterness of seeing -a happiness that shall never be yours, <i>ours</i>. Harkee, -<i>hombre</i>, can your fair ones swim?" -</p> - -<p> -"Why?" asked Hawkshaw, mechanically. -</p> - -<p> -"We meant to have had some fun with them -when we crossed the Line, and shall have it yet. In -their dainty white English skins—nothing else, -remember—they will look uncommonly pretty -floundering alongside, in the belly of a top-gallant -studding-sail, won't they—eh?" -</p> - -<p> -"You cannot mean—you dare not!" gasped Hawkshaw. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, don't be shocked, <i>companero</i>, before that -comes to pass, you and some others shall have -walked the plank, or been shot endlong, foot -foremost, off a grating to leeward. Do you remember -the Gulf of Florida, and what we did there to the -mate of the <i>Polacca</i>?" -</p> - -<p> -"Will you keep silent?" groaned Hawkshaw. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes—if I am paid for it," grinned the other. -</p> - -<p> -"Of course." -</p> - -<p> -"But how am I to answer for Zuares, unless he is -paid, too?" -</p> - -<p> -"Of course," replied Hawkshaw, utterly bewildered. -</p> - -<p> -The storm so long dreaded had burst upon him at -last; and this was all he reaped by the cruel manner -in which he had supplanted Morley Ashton. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, the <i>duros</i>?" resumed Pedro, with a scowl, -placing his hooked nose instantly within an inch of -Hawkshaw's. -</p> - -<p> -"I have no money." -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Maldita!</i>" replied the South American, with a -frown, "have you nothing?" -</p> - -<p> -"Absolutely nothing—but this watch." -</p> - -<p> -"Let us see it—presto!" said the impatient Pedro, -with an oath that made even Hawkshaw shudder. -</p> - -<p> -Turning his back to the quarter-deck, the latter -drew from his vest pocket, with a sullen, humiliated, -and hang-dog aspect, a handsome gold watch. -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Muchos gratias</i>," said the mocking Barradas, -with a grin, as he snatched it away with such force -as to snap the guard; and then he thrust it into one -of the pockets of his tarry trowsers, adding, "Now -be off to your quarter-deck, and take care how you -come forward again, <i>until you are wanted—vaya -usted al demonio!</i> and the devil go with you!" -</p> - -<p> -Barradas spat at Hawkshaw, with a scowl in his -face, and turning away, walked to the forecastle, -laughing. -</p> - -<p> -A red blindness came over Hawkshaw, as if a -crimson cloud enveloped him; he trembled in every -limb, and his breath came in short painful gaspings. -So black was his fury, that at first he thought of -getting a revolver from his baggage, and shooting -both the Barradas before the passengers and crew; -but the fear of being instantly immolated by the -latter restrained him, for he was a coward at heart, -and one, moreover, who felt that he dared not die! -</p> - -<p> -He was staggering, oppressed by hate, by rage, -and shame, with the voice and mocking laugh of -Barradas and his companions ringing in his ears, -filling his tortured heart with bitterness and -confusion, when suddenly several men on the -weather-side exclaimed: -</p> - -<p> -"A man in the water!" -</p> - -<p> -"A dead body alongside!" -</p> - -<p> -"Lay the ship in the wind!" -</p> - -<p> -"Where away?" cried Mr. Quail. -</p> - -<p> -"It's to leeward now. Bear a hand, boys; -lower away the quarter-boat—stand by the falls." -</p> - -<p> -This clamour, perhaps, arrested some immediate -catastrophe, and gave a new current to the fierce -emotions of Hawkshaw. -</p> - -<p> -Though everything was set aloft that would draw -or catch a breath of air, the breeze was very light, -and all upon the starboard beam; thus the ship -went very slowly through the water, with a steady -but gentle heel to port. -</p> - -<p> -Far away to leeward the western sun cast her -giant shadow upon the sunny bosom of the deep, -and it was in the midst of that shadow, about -twenty yards from the ship, that the sad object was -seen floating. -</p> - -<p> -Soon it was abeam; then on the lee quarter, and -soon astern, among the gold-tipped summits of the -waves, as they rippled up in rapid succession beneath -the passing breath of the light breeze. -</p> - -<p> -Captain Phillips gave orders to lie to; so the -mainyard was backed, and two of the crew, who -owned the aristocratic names of Cribbit and Bolter, -accompanied by Dr. Heriot, Manfredi, and Hawkshaw -(who, after his late excitement, was anxious -to do something, he knew not what), shoved off in -the larboard quarter-boat, with four six-pound shots -in a canvas bag, to sink the body after examining it. -</p> - -<p> -A few strokes of the oar brought them alongside, -scaring away a flock of Mother Gary's chickens that -were hovering and tripping about it. -</p> - -<p> -The body appeared to be that of a young seaman. -</p> - -<p> -It was floating on its face, as all male corpses do -when in the water, while those of females float on -their back. How is it so?—let naturalists determine. -</p> - -<p> -With his death-clutch his hands still grasped the -lanyard of a life-buoy, from which the action of the -weather had effaced the ship's name, and, as the -poor fellow was minus a jacket, there were no -pockets to search for anything that could lead to -his identity. His dark hair rose and fell, floating -on the water with every ripple that ran past him. -</p> - -<p> -"He must have fallen overboard in the night, or -belonged to some craft which has foundered in a -storm that has not come our way," said Manfredi. -</p> - -<p> -"Aye, aye," added Dr. Heriot; "some morning, -perhaps the poor fellow little thought his soul would -be required of him ere night; and little thinks some -poor wife or sweetheart, mother or sister, that one -they love is floating thus, so far from land." -</p> - -<p> -"How long has he been in the water?" asked -Hawkshaw, in a low tone. -</p> - -<p> -"About four days, I think," replied Dr. Heriot, -who, as he spoke, smartly lashed the bag containing -the four six-pound shots to the feet of the corpse, -at the same time desiring Hawkshaw with a -clasp-knife to cut away the lanyard of the life-buoy, -which was grasped by the hands of the deceased. -</p> - -<p> -Hawkshaw reluctantly and shudderingly obeyed. -</p> - -<p> -Then, as the poor corpse began to sink feet foremost, -slowly, solemnly, and gradually into the pale -green and transparent sea, the head rose, nodding, -but almost erect, from the water. -</p> - -<p> -The face became visible in the glare of the setting -sun, now almost level with the sea, and an -exclamation of horror burst from Hawkshaw, as he fell -backward over the middle thwarts of the boat, for -in the ghastly lineaments of the sinking dead man, -as the sea closed slowly over them, he seemed to -recognise—oh, was it conscience, fancy, or -reality?—the dreaded features of MORLEY ASHTON! -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap24"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXIV. -<br /><br /> -UP ANCHOR. -</h3> - -<p> -In all the fleet of merchantmen which crowded the -busy harbour of Rio de Janeiro, Morley could not -discover a single vessel bound for the Isle of France. -There were hundreds freighted for Holland, the -Mediterranean, the Baltic, the United States, -Britain, and elsewhere, but not one for the island of -his pilgrimage. So kind Tom Bartelot's generosity -was proffered in vain, and for a time poor Morley -was in despair! -</p> - -<p> -To return to England merely to find that Ethel and -her family had sailed at the appointed time, months -ago, for the Isle of France, was a line of action to -which he, by nature restless, impetuous, and -impatient, could by no means reconcile himself to -adopt. -</p> - -<p> -He wrote to her a passionate and loving letter by -the British mail, addressed to Laurel Lodge, to be -forwarded after her, if she had left. In this letter -he detailed the story of his disappearance, revealed -the true character of Hawkshaw, and concluded -by declaring that, whatever happened, death alone -would prevent him from finding his way to her -before the year was out. -</p> - -<p> -And this letter, which he knew might be months -in reaching her, he dropped into the post-office in -the Rua Dirieta, with a sigh of hope, and turned -away sadly, again to seek the docks where the -<i>Princess</i> lay, feeling oppressively in his heart that -his youth was almost gone—his once bright, -hopeful youth gone—and without avail. A bitter, -bitter conviction! -</p> - -<p> -His letter, penned at such a distance from her, in -a humble little posada, frequented by seamen, in the -Campo de Santa Anna, though duly forwarded by -the mail from Rio to Liverpool (for reasons which -the reader will learn ere long) never reached the -hand of Ethel Basset. -</p> - -<p> -This, happily for himself, Morley could scarcely -anticipate. The return steamer from Liverpool -would not leave Rio, he learned, until its usual day -of sailing (the 29th of every month); thus he knew -that the letter on which his very life seemed to -depend would be lying uselessly in the mail-bag for -nearly three weeks. Tom Bartelot urged that -Morley should remain with him, and he, poor fellow, -at present had no other resource, and no immediate -views. -</p> - -<p> -"One chance remains," said Tom: "the <i>Princess</i> -may get a freight for India or China, and, if so, it -will go hard with me if I don't contrive somehow to -get a sight of the Isle of France." -</p> - -<p> -But this hope was speedily dissipated by the ship -being chartered for Tasmania, or "Wan Demon's -Land," as old Noah Gawthrop persisted in -calling it. -</p> - -<p> -Bartelot and Morrison were busy daily about the -ship. Cast thus upon himself, Morley rambled -listlessly about the streets of Rio, feeling downcast, -forlorn, strange, and miserable. -</p> - -<p> -The glorious climate, the endless summer, the -wonderful fruits and flowers of the province, with -the beauty of its capital city, alike failed to soothe, -to charm, or to interest him, for Ethel was not -there. -</p> - -<p> -In vain he visited the gay and beautiful Rua do -Ouvidor, the Regent Street of Rio, with its -magnificent shops, some of which have their enormous -windows piled with massive gold and silver plate, -the produce of Brazilian mines, while others sparkle -with jewels. He saw nothing to interest him in -the quaint old palace of the Portuguese viceroy, -and equally little in the noble residence of San -Chris to val. -</p> - -<p> -In vain he ascended the lofty hill which is -crowned by the Church of Our Lady of Glory, and -saw, spread at his feet, the vast Bay of Rio, with all -its eighty isles and fleet of shipping, under steam, -canvas, and bare poles; its verdant eminences, -every one of which is crowned by a church or a -convent, the surrounding mountains studded with -villages and villas, and all this visible by the warm -and golden light of a gorgeous Brazilian sunset in -July. -</p> - -<p> -There, on the western shore, rises the City of -Palaces, where the early voyagers, 300 years ago, -saw but a savage waste, a howling wilderness. -What a change in the New World since these -times, when, as quaint Richard Hakluyt informs us: -</p> - -<p> -"Old Master William Hawkins, of Plymouth, a -man esteemed for his wisdom, valour, experience, -and skill in sea causes, much esteemed and beloved -of Henry VIII., and being one of the principal -sea-captains in the west port of England in his time, -not contented with the short voyages commonly -made then to the coasts of Europe, armed out a tall -and goodlie ship, of the burthen of 250 tons, called -the <i>Paul</i>, of Plymouth, wherewith he made three -long and prosperous voyages unto the coast of -Brazil—a thing in those days very rare, especially -in our nation." -</p> - -<p> -Great, indeed, is now the change, from those days -when the <i>Paul</i>, of Plymouth, let go her anchor in -the Ganabara Janeiro, as the bay was then named. -</p> - -<p> -If a man wishes to kill time or bury care, few -places afford better means for doing so than Rio, -where all classes of that mixed race which inhabit it -have an unlimited love for mirth and pleasure; but -in vain did Morley Ashton, to the utmost of his -limited means, visit the opera, where the loveliest -women of Brazil may be seen in full ball costume, -seated in boxes that are without fronts, as in our -European theatres; and alike in vain he sought the -public masquerades, and those glorious gardens by -the cool seashore, for he had but one idea, one -desire, to see Rio sink astern. -</p> - -<p> -In this public garden, which is laid out with -wonderful taste and skill by a Scottish gardener, -with enormous flower-pots, shrubberies, and -parterres, with winding walks between, bordered by -tropical trees, whose luxuriant foliage forms cool -shades from the sun, are beautifully-formed alcoves -of trellis work, painted bright green and gold, and -over these are trained the gorgeous and odoriferous -flowering plants of that lovely clime; and in these -great bowers are nightly supper parties, lighted less -by gas than by the moon or stars, where music, -mirth, laughter, love, flirtation, and frequently -dancing, make the night glide into morning -unperceived; but of all this, too, did our lost lover -soon weary. -</p> - -<p> -To lessen his gnawing anxiety, to spend the weary -time, to make himself useful, and in some measure, -by doing so, to repay, if only by mere manual labour, -the friendliness of Tom Bartelot, Morley tried to -become available on board the <i>Princess</i>, which was -being rapidly got ready for sea, and he endeavoured -to interest himself in all the details thereof. -</p> - -<p> -Every huge round cask of sugar or tobacco that -was lowered into the capacious hold seemed to -hasten her departure, and every day that passed -was reckoned by our lover as one less of absence -from Ethel. -</p> - -<p> -Ah! if, after all he had undergone, he should only -meet her to find that she was lost to him for ever! -But he thrust that idea aside, and, in spite of all -that Tom Bartelot would say, he "tallyed on" at -the rope, and "took his spell," like a veritable -negro, at hoisting in the cargo. -</p> - -<p> -A numerous gang of slaves, natives of Angola (for -to that province the trade in "black passengers" is -restricted in Brazil), sent by the merchant who had -chartered the ship, soon accomplished this, and ere -long the hatches were battened down, the tarpaulins -spread over them, and the iron bands locked round -the coamings. -</p> - -<p> -Many of those slaves who worked on board were -captured fugitives; and to Morley's European eye -there was something strikingly repulsive in the iron -neck-collars with which they were accoutred, like -mastiff dogs, while others had masks of tin that -concealed the lower part of their faces, and were -secured at the back by iron padlocks. -</p> - -<p> -Yet these poor wretches were as merry as crickets -withal, and tramped away with their bare black feet -on the sun-blistered deck, keeping chorus and time -to some uncouth ditty which they had learned in the -vast forests of their native Angola. -</p> - -<p> -In their activity, especially under the long lash of -their broad-brim-hatted taskmasters, they formed a -strange contrast to the lazy Portuguese, or Spanish -South Americans, who lounged, or, to use a -well-known western word, "loafed" about the piers and -quays in the sunshine, clad in their coarse but -brilliantly-coloured <i>surreppas</i> or blanket-cloaks, that -hid their rags, or, it may be, nakedness below; their -poncho wrappers, or <i>abarcas</i>, or leather leggings, -wherein the dagger-knife was stuck, like the skene-dhu -of the Scottish Highlanders—solemn, stately, -and polite ragamuffins, always smoking, wherever -or however got, a paper cigarito. -</p> - -<p> -Slowly, slowly, to Morley Ashton, seemed to pass -the hours of the insipid anchor-watch, when he performed -that duty, with his eyes fixed on the countless -lights of Rio, that shed long lines of tremulous -radiance across the bay, and his thoughts, as ever, -with Ethel Basset. -</p> - -<p> -This is a small watch, composed of one, and, at -times, of two men, who look after the ship while at -anchor or in port; and Morley was frequently so -abstracted or taciturn that his watchmate or -companion, when he had one, usually coiled himself up -and dozed off to sleep under the counter of the -longboat, so our poor lover, when left in charge of the -deck, always forgot to strike the bell, which it was -his duty to do every half hour, as if the vessel were -at sea. -</p> - -<p> -On the 23rd July, after being thirteen days in Rio -de Janeiro, the <i>Princess</i> was ready for sea, and blue -peter flying at her foremast-head. The hands were -all busy preparing for their new and long voyage; -the royal-yards were crossed aloft; the chafing gear -(mats or other stuff to save the rigging from being -frayed) was shipped on the backstays, or wherever -necessary; the last of the sea stores were taken in, -and the studding-sail gear rove. -</p> - -<p> -The carpenter gave the ship a final touch of paint -all round, the standing and running rigging got their -last overhauling, after the fag-end of the cargo, which -was principally composed of tobacco and sugar, was -hoisted in from a lighter alongside, and stowed away -by negroes between decks; the last boat laden with -water had come off and been hoisted to the davits, -and about 4 P.M. Morley, with delight in his heart, -heard Bartelot's welcome order: -</p> - -<p> -"All hands stand by the anchor—ahoy!" -</p> - -<p> -It was soon heaved up, and hung dripping at the -cathead; then came the next orders to set the -courses, cast loose the topsails, jib, and staysails, to -sheet home and hoist away. -</p> - -<p> -Old Noah Gawthrop grasped the wheel, the sails -filled, her head payed off, and the tall cone of the -giant Pao d'Asucar, which was before astern, was -now on the larboard bow, and the <i>Princess</i> began to -leave the harbour of Rio. -</p> - -<p> -In working out among the many isles which stud -that magnificent bay, bracing the yards sharp to -port and then to starboard every few minutes, a tug -steamer nearly ran foul of her. -</p> - -<p> -"Look out!" shouted the carpenter, who was -probably thinking of his new paint, while assisting -to get the anchor a-cockbill; "are your eyes no -better than sojers' buttons, Noah?" -</p> - -<p> -Old Noah, who handled the ship to perfection, -disdained to reply as he looked grimly at the puffing, -pursy tug; but, nevertheless, contrived to let the -foreyardarm get foul of the foretopmast rattlings -of an ugly, squat, hermaphrodite brig[*] which shot -suddenly round the little isle of Paqueta, going at -great speed, with a vast fore-and-aft mainsail. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="poem"> -[*] A vessel with a schooner's mainmast and brig's foremast. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"Hallo, Noah," cried Morrison; "are you playing -at sojers with that wheel?" -</p> - -<p> -"Are you going to sleep? Wipe your eyes with -the flying jib," added Bartelot angrily, while some -men jumped aloft and got the hamper clear. -</p> - -<p> -"Dash my wig!" growled Noah, "after clearing -a dirty smoke-jack, to run foul o' that ere confounded -butter-box! 'tain't like me, sir, 'tain't like me." -</p> - -<p> -"I know it is not like your steering, you old -Triton," said Tom Bartelot; "but keep a bright -look-out for the next craft that comes near us, or -your next glass of grog won't be measured by the -rule of thumb." -</p> - -<p> -Poor old Noah, who had been a man-of-war's-man, -and served with the Black Sea fleet at Sebastopol, -and who rather prided himself upon his -steering, almost wept with shame and vexation. -Spasms twisted his ancient visage, which was -wrinkled like the kernel of a dry nut, and his grey -eyes, the pupils of which were like herring scales, -glared as he griped the wheel, with an air as much -as to say: -</p> - -<p> -"Thumb-grog or not, sir, pity the next craft as I -runs foul on—damme!" -</p> - -<p> -And here, for the information of the uninitiated -in such matters, we may mention that the grog so -specially mentioned, referred to that made for the -watch who came below in the dark; it was measured -by dipping the thumb into the can, to ascertain -when it contained enough of rum before adding -water thereto; but, as the nights were often cold as -well as dark, the regular old salt had usually no -sensation in his thumb till the rum rose to the -second joint thereof. -</p> - -<p> -"'Twarn't my fault, sir!" resumed Noah, as -Bartelot came aft; "that hermaphrodite brig don't -answer her helm a bit—see how her mainsheet jibs." -</p> - -<p> -"She is an old tub," said Bartelot, "and rolls -at least twenty times per minute in a sea-way, or, -like a crab, goes sideways, broadside-on, and any -way but ahead." -</p> - -<p> -"Shiver my topsails!" shouted Noah, with -delight, "if she won't be bump ashore upon that -blowed island of Packwetty, and sarve her right, too." -</p> - -<p> -Contrary to his revengeful wish, however, the -brig cleared it, and now the <i>Princess</i> soon passed the -Castle of Santa Cruz, the giant rock of the Pao -d'Asucar, after which she felt the full force of the -sea breeze, and trimmed her sails on the starboard -tack. -</p> - -<p> -Morley was full of joy, and strangely excited. -</p> - -<p> -The evening was a splendid one, and all the crew -were in their summer gear—straw hats, white duck -trousers, and flannel shirts of any colour they chose. -</p> - -<p> -By 8 P.M. the coast of Brazil was many miles off, -and all the outline of the land wore a deep blue -indigo tint, against a warm sky of the most brilliant -gold and burnt-sienna, that gradually turned to -crimson, as the sun set behind the mountains of the -Corcovado, the Sugar-loaf, and La Gaviá. -</p> - -<p> -The pharos at the mouth of the Bay of Rio was -twinkling like a star that sunk at times amid the -darkening waves, while, with night closing around -her, the <i>Princess</i>, with royals and studding-sails set, -bore swiftly on her course through the lonely waters -of the Southern Atlantic Ocean. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap25"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXV. -<br /><br /> -THE SUSPICIOUS SAIL. -</h3> - -<p> -Though, to the impatient landsman, life on board -ship becomes soon monotonous, to be once again at -sea was soothing to Morley Ashton. He was not -without imagination, and something of the poetic in -his temperament; thus, when contemplating the -ocean, he felt how much there is of the grand and -sublime, the terrible and beautiful, the free and -fetterless in it; and hence, perhaps, the great -popularity of most tales, novels, and romances, which -refer to that aqueous element. -</p> - -<p> -Morley seemed to become a new man. With all -his disappointments, he was too young not to feel -the fresh impulses of youth strong within him; and -thus hope seemed to come with the keen breeze that -blew over the starlit sea, as he and Morrison trod -the deck, keeping together the middle watch, which -extends from midnight till four in the morning. -</p> - -<p> -"There is," says one of the liveliest of our -English writers, "a great feeling of freedom in being -the arbiter of one's actions, to go where you will -and when you will. The first burst of life is, -indeed, a glorious thing; youth, health, hope, and -confidence, have each a force and vigour they lose -in after years. Life is then, a splendid river, and -we are swimming with the stream.—no adverse -waves to weary, no billows to buffet with us, as we -hold on our way rejoicing." -</p> - -<p> -Morley had buffeted with many adverse waves, -but it was the ardour and confidence of this "first -burst of life" and spring of youth that enabled him -to surmount them; and, inspired by it, he looked -hopefully and manfully forward to the vague and -uncertain future. -</p> - -<p> -Being an intelligent, well-educated, and well-read -man, with a strong sense of probity and trust in -religion, Morrison, though several years his senior, -formed an admirable companion and occasional -mentor to Morley. He was a man who had undergone -many vicissitudes in life; but believing rigidly -that all things were ordered for our ultimate good, -and nothing evil occurred which might not have -been worse, he passed through the world with a -tolerable air of philosophy, and he contrived -somehow to infuse into Morley's more ardent nature the -quiet of content for the present time, with a spirit -of perseverance and hope for that to come. -</p> - -<p> -So Morrison talked away about Ethel Basset, as -if he had known her all his life. He pointed out -a variety of ways and means for reaching the Isle -of France. He calculated the distance to a nicety; -about 2,400 miles from Rio to the Cape; about -4,800 miles from thence to Tasmania; and about -2,400 more from thence to the Isle of France. In -short, making allowance for variation, leeway, -head-winds, and so forth, poor Morley found that he must -traverse at least 9,600 miles before he saw the land -that was Ethel's new home! -</p> - -<p> -At this calculation he could not repress a sigh and -an emotion of repining, notwithstanding all the -patience and philosophy with which his Scottish -friend sought to inspire him. -</p> - -<p> -But the ship flew fast on her watery path. She -was spanking along at the rate of nine knots an -hour over a smooth sea with a glorious sky overhead—a -sky wherein he saw, for the first time, the Hole, -or, as sailors term it, "the Coal-sack," a deep and -dark blue starless space in the southern quarter of -the heavens, an appearance only to be found in -those latitudes where, in its far immensity of -lightless azure, that portion of the sky becomes black, -as if it had been pierced by a hole. -</p> - -<p> -After they had been three days out from Rio, -early in the morning, Morley was roused from sleep, -first by the rattling and hauling aft of the starboard -chain, which the watch on deck were unbending for -stowage in the cable-tier, and second by a conversation -at the companion hatch, where he heard the -voices of Bartelot and Gawthrop, who both -summoned Morrison with something of excitement in -their tone, so he, too, hurried on deck. -</p> - -<p> -The wind, which had been due west all night, -enabling the <i>Princess</i> to run her course with both -sheets aft, had veered round to the northward: so -she was now trimmed with her starboard tacks on -board, and had all her fore-and-aft canvas set. -</p> - -<p> -"What is the matter?" asked Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"Look astern," replied Bartelot. -</p> - -<p> -He did so, and saw a long, low brigantine, with a -black hull, and a vast spread of snow-white canvas, -heading directly in their wake about ten miles astern. -</p> - -<p> -Every time she rose upon a wave her bright -copper flashed in the morning sun, and the foam -that flew off from each side from her sharp black -prow was white as the cloth of the long tapering jib -and fly ing-jib that bellied out from the bowsprit -and boom above. -</p> - -<p> -The crew of the <i>Princess</i> were all grouped aft -about the quarter, regarding her with some anxiety, -conferring in whispers, and the telescope was -passed alternately from Bartelot and Morrison to -Noah Gawthrop, Ben Plank, the carpenter, and -some of the older men of the crew. -</p> - -<p> -"Is there anything suspicious about her?" asked -Morley of Gawthrop, who was taking a long and steady -look at her through a tarpaulin-covered telescope. -</p> - -<p> -Noah did not reply immediately; but vigorously -expectorated his quid to leeward, and again applied -his stern grey visual organ to the glass, puckering -up the other fearfully as he closed it. -</p> - -<p> -"When I came on deck this morning that craft -was hull down at the horizon, bearing northward -close-hauled; but she soon altered her course and -headed directly after us. As I did not like the cut -of her jib, or her hull either, for the matter of that, -I kept the ship away six or eight points, upon which -she still headed after us, and spread more canvas, -which I saw her crew had been wetting. I hoisted -our ensign, to which she made no reply by showing -any colour, not even a thread of bunting. She is -full of men; I don't like her look at all, and don't -see why she should be dodging in this way." -</p> - -<p> -This was the explanation of Bartelot, who added: -</p> - -<p> -"And now, Noah, what do you say?" -</p> - -<p> -"I say, sir, as she's a powerfully-built -brigantine—coppered to the bends, sharp as a needle, and -harmed, too, sir—harmed. She has stings in her, -that wasp has! Blowed if I don't see 'em a-tricing -up her bow ports now! She's up to some mischief, -that confounded miskitty; so as we can't meet her -in her own fashion, my advice, captain, is to give -her a jolly wide berth." -</p> - -<p> -"Just what I mean to do, Noah. She has gained -a knot on us in the last twenty minutes; so, on a -wind, we are no match for her; but before the -wind we'll give her the go-by hand over hand." -</p> - -<p> -Bartelot now ordered the vessel's course to be -altered due south; the tacks to be brought aft, the -fore-and-aft canvas to be reduced, the studding-sails -to be set, and each, before it was hoisted out, was -well drenched by buckets of water, to make the -canvas draw better; and from the tops and cross-trees -the courses and topsails underwent a similar -process. The royals were set, and little triangular -skysails above them, too; thus, in a very few -minutes, the <i>Princess</i> was flying right before the -wind under a mighty spread of canvas. -</p> - -<p> -The morning breeze was fresh and increasing, -and as she tore through the glittering water at the -rate of ten knots an hour, deeply laden as she was, -it literally smoked under her bows, and flew over her -dripping catheads, while her new wake was one of -white froth, like a mill-race, extending at an acute -angle from the old one. -</p> - -<p> -"Hah! look there—how well I knew she was -bent on mischief!" exclaimed Bartelot. A white -puff, reduced by distance to the size of a whiff of -tobacco, escaped from, her lee-bow, and a long time -after, for she was nine miles or so astern, the report -of a cannon came over the water, but still no colours -were displayed. "I knew it would come to this; -round goes her foretopsail-yard square before the wind." -</p> - -<p> -With man-o'-war-like rapidity she, too, altered -her course, set her fore-royal, her fore-top and -top-gallant studding-sails, easing off the long -spanker-boom and sheet of her enormous fore-and-aft -mainsail, above which, on a mast that tapered away -aloft like a fishing-rod, she hoisted a tall, -shoulder-of-mutton gaff-topsail. -</p> - -<p> -Fast flew the foam before her now, rising at times -so high as to hide nearly her black hull, the fulcrum -above which this cloud of canvas swayed as she -rolled heavily from side to side; but, sharply though -she was built, and swiftly as she had hitherto run -upon the wind, she was no match <i>before</i> it for a -square-rigged vessel like the <i>Princess</i>, with her -greater spread of sail. -</p> - -<p> -So now she was left astern as fast as previously -she had been overhauling the <i>Princess</i>, and as both -were now trimmed dead before the wind, each rolled -heavily from side to side. -</p> - -<p> -This too-evident pursuit caused considerable -excitement, and no small anxiety on board; for, with -the exception of a revolver of Tom Bartelot's, and -a couple of fowling-pieces, the crew had no arms -whatever, save handspikes and their sheath knives, -with which to encounter the pirate, if such she -proved to be. -</p> - -<p> -That she was not a ship of war was evident, as -she did not possess steam power, and carried neither -ensign nor pennant at this juncture; so, whatever -her object was, Tom Bartelot, in his present -defenceless condition, was resolved to avoid her -acquaintance, and continued to run due south during -the whole day, for though she was left astern, the -brigantine still continued to pursue them, with four -long sweeps out, which her crew worked amidships; -but, about the middle of the first dog-watch, viz., -four o'clock P.M., she was more than hull down at -the horizon. -</p> - -<p> -Clouds were banking up to windward; the -weather was becoming hazy; but while daylight -lasted, Bartelot did not alter his southern course, -though he took in some of his studdingsails, and -sent down his royals and skysails. -</p> - -<p> -When darkness had fairly set, he reduced the last -of his studdingsails, set his fore and mainstay sail, -brought the starboard tacks on board, and kept the -ship upon her former course, after being forced by -this little rencontre on the high seas to run about -100 miles out of it, for the ship had gone for more -than ten hours at an average of ten knots per hour -by the log-line. -</p> - -<p> -He gave Gawthrop the wheel, and ordered him to -steer by the stars, when he could see them, as he -kept the binnacle dark, lest its lamps, by their light, -might reveal the ship's course to some keen-sighted -mastheadman of the suspicious brigantine. The -cabin lamp was lit below, but a tarpaulin was spread -over the skylight. -</p> - -<p> -Silence was ordered to be kept on deck, as water -will convey every sound to a vast distance; so, thus, -in the dark, without moon, and with very few stars -visible through the gathering scud, to guide our -steersman, the ship sped upon her eastern course once -more. The chase of the day formed a fruitful theme -in the cabin that night, where they frequently -congratulated themselves on their escape, and many a -strange story of the pirates, whom the progress of -steam, and its adoption in war vessels, had swept from -those southern waters, served to beguile the night. -</p> - -<p> -Morrison, who had the history and memoirs of all -the buccaneers of America and the Indian Isles by -heart, particularly excelled in the yarns he spun; -but the most quaint was one he told of a Scottish -skipper—a Hebridean from Stornaway—who possessed -a bottle, the stopper of which informed him -how to steer for the avoidance of storms as well as -the sailor's horn-book could do. -</p> - -<p> -"A bottle!" exclaimed Bartelot. "I have heard -of many a man who has lost his life, and his ship -also, by application thereto; but never of one who -saved them through its means." -</p> - -<p> -"But this bottle and its stopper were unlike any -you ever saw. -</p> - -<p> -"So 'twould seem." -</p> - -<p> -"It was one of our old flat-bottomed, blue Scotch -dram-bottles, and had a quaint stopper of delf-ware, -in the form of a man's head, with a rubicund visage, -a jovial-mouth, wicked-looking little eyes, and a -comical red hat. By day, or at any time when the -skipper was not present, the queer visage which -surmounted the cork remained stolid and immovable, -and to all appearance mere delf, like any other -stopper where a human face was carved or cast. -But at night, when the skipper was seated at his -grog, the steward, who peeped in from the steerage -the man at the helm, who also peeped down through -the skylight; the mate or anyone else who came -suddenly below for orders, would find the skipper -talking away to the stopper in the bottle neck—the -little head was seen to nod waggishly, the eyes to -wink and leer, the mouth to laugh, and the little -red tongue to speak merrily; and it was further -said, that the bottle had the admirable and -economical property of being always half full——" -</p> - -<p> -"Like the widow's cruse of oil?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes; but with the best Campbelton—some said -Islay whisky—the quantity of which never diminished, -yet it was never replenished by the steward, -for the skipper seemed to prize his bottle as if it -were the lamp of Aladdin, and always locked it -carefully fast in the stern locker." -</p> - -<p> -"And where is this jolly old bottle now?" -</p> - -<p> -"At his death, he bequeathed it to a crack-brained -skipper of Montrose, who, under its influence, -astounded the public by the discoveries he made." -</p> - -<p> -"How?" -</p> - -<p> -"He sent the spirit of the bottle, in the form of -a woman—a <i>clairvoyante</i>—to pry aboard a war -ship in the West Indies; to search for Sir John -Franklin; to visit his family in heaven, and bring -back locks of their hair; to inquire after numerous -enemies, who had all gone to the other place—and -all of which revelations he duly recorded as they -came to pass, in a Scotch newspaper, to the great -astonishment of the queen's lieges." -</p> - -<p> -About twelve o'clock, Bartelot went on deck, and -adjusted his night-glass to sweep the horizon; but -so dark and hazy was the atmosphere, that a large -ship might have been within three miles of the -<i>Princess</i> and yet have been invisible from her deck; -so, as the middle watch was Morrison's, he and -Morley turned in, and soon were sound asleep. -</p> - -<p> -At 4 P.M. the latter was awakened by the bell -being struck, and the morning watch called. -</p> - -<p> -"Is that you, Morrison?" asked Bartelot, from -his berth, as a step was heard in the cabin. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, sir; I was just about to call you in haste." -</p> - -<p> -"About that rascally brigantine?" -</p> - -<p> -"No, sir." -</p> - -<p> -"What is in sight, then?? -</p> - -<p> -"Land on the weather-bow, and we are raising it fast." -</p> - -<p> -"Land!" exclaimed Bartelot, in astonishment. -</p> - -<p> -"Bearing about twenty miles distant." -</p> - -<p> -"Bah! Cape Flyaway. You have been at your -Montrose skipper's wonderful dram-bottle." -</p> - -<p> -"Land as solid as the Bass Rock," continued the -Scotchman obstinately; "I have just had a squint -at it from the fore-crosstrees, and now mean to have -a look at the chart." -</p> - -<p> -"This must be some of your second sight—there -is no island hereabout, Morrison. Come Morley, -turn out—tumble up, there, and let us have a look -at Morrison's enchanted island. How's the wind?" -</p> - -<p> -"Veering ahead." -</p> - -<p> -"And how does she lie?" -</p> - -<p> -"East and by north," replied Morrison, glancing -at the tell-tale compass that swung in the skylight, -and which is constructed so as to hang with its face -downward, for use in the cabin. Bartelot dressed in -haste, and was soon on deck, where Morley joined him. -</p> - -<p> -Although our hero knew it not—for who can -foresee what to-morrow may bring forth?—this -enforced and necessary divergence from the vessel's -proper course brought about a very strange episode, -or adventure, which cast some light upon the -origin, and, it might be, the crimes, of certain -persons whom we have been, however unwillingly, -compelled by the force of circumstances and the -tenor of our story, to introduce to the reader. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap26"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXVI. -<br /><br /> -THE STRANGE ISLAND. -</h3> - -<p> -When they came on deck, day was breaking. The -stars were still sparkling brightly in the blue zenith, -and in the western quarter of the sky; but they -paled away and faded out, as dawn spread over the -east, and stole across the ocean in those long streaks -of light that are rendered so weird, strange, and -indistinct, from having only the tops of the lone -waves to rest upon. -</p> - -<p> -There is, indeed, something glorious and -impressive in the dawn of a new day, as it spreads -over the unlimited space of the mighty deep; and -this effect increases in its splendour, as the sun, -with tropical rapidity, heaves up at the horizon, -amid a burst of golden haze, and then all becomes -life and light. There is no eagle there to soar -towards him, with the dew on his pinions, and no -lark to sing at "heaven's gate;" but the petrels -trip along the brine, the huge porpoise soars -through the foam rejoicingly, and the silvery flying -fish flits like a little spirit from the spray. -</p> - -<p> -The wind was very light; the vessel was creeping -along under a cloud of canvas, and as Morley came -on deck the watch were busy swabbing it. No need -was there to drench it first with water; there had -been a rough gale in the morning watch, during -which Morrison had ordered the foresail and -foretopsail to be hoisted; since then, the wind had -come in angry puffs, and then died gradually away. -</p> - -<p> -Now the ship was almost becalmed, and there, -sure enough, upon her weather bow, a few miles off, -lay the land which Morrison had so confidently -reported, rising in dark and opaque outline, like a -dusky patch of indigo, against the yellow and gold -of the sky beyond, and the amber sea, that lay in -middle distance. -</p> - -<p> -For a time it looked like a dark cloud resting on -the sunlit ocean, from which it might arise and -melt away, but, gradually, as the ship crept on, the -form of a headland, and some tuft-like palm-trees, -became defined against the sky. -</p> - -<p> -Higher rose the sun, and ere long the beams -began to gild this headland, and to shine glitteringly -on the face of a bluff, in which it terminated. -</p> - -<p> -"Land it is—but land here!" said Captain -Bartelot. -</p> - -<p> -"An island, and not a very small one either," -added Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"It is most extraordinary!" -</p> - -<p> -"How so?" -</p> - -<p> -"Bring up the chart, Morrison," said Bartelot, -unheeding his friend's query, "and the log-book, -too, with yesterday's reckoning and observation." -</p> - -<p> -Morrison dived below, but speedily re-appeared, -with a chart and the ship's log. -</p> - -<p> -"At twelve, sir, yesterday, when we were running -away from that rascally piccaroon, we were in -latitude 28—25 south; longitude 35—20 west, Tristan -d'Acunha bearing sixty-six miles to the eastward." -</p> - -<p> -"That is not Tristan, but an island about three -miles long, and there is no indication of it whatever -in the chart. It is covered with trees; but I can -see no sign of a human habitation," observed -Bartelot, as he resumed his telescope. -</p> - -<p> -Light though the wind, the ship gradually crept -nearer the island; and by breakfast time is was -abeam of her, and about four miles distant. -</p> - -<p> -Save the rock before mentioned, no part of it was -very high; it seemed to be about the size stated by -Bartelot, and yet, strange to say, it was not recorded -or borne in any map or chart on board. -</p> - -<p> -Now there fell a dead and listless calm. -</p> - -<p> -The sun was burning hot and the sea glistened -like oil beneath its rays, but the fertility and -greenness of this nameless and unknown isle were -charming to look upon. Morley regretted the fresh delay -occasioned by this calm, especially after the lost -hundred miles yesterday (though a hundred were -a trifle after Morrison's galling calculation of the -oceans he had yet to traverse), but he could not -resist the emotions of curiosity and novelty so -peculiar to his age and temperament; and thus he -expressed a strong wish to visit this <i>terra -incognita</i>—this beautiful island of the southern sea. -But Bartelot hesitated. -</p> - -<p> -"It may be the head-quarters, the rendezvous, of -those who pursued us yesterday," said he; "and -some of their sort, shipmates and companions, -may be lurking among those thickets, the foliage -of which seems so inviting." -</p> - -<p> -"Save the sea-birds, I cannot discover a living -object about it," urged Morley. -</p> - -<p> -"There may be savages—who can say?—and -most likely wild animals. There are some very -ferocious boars on Tristan d'Acunha, and other -South Sea isles. Then we have no arms." -</p> - -<p> -"The revolver and two fowling-pieces——" -</p> - -<p> -"Are not enough, Morley." -</p> - -<p> -"Come, let us be off." -</p> - -<p> -"Lastly, a sudden breeze might spring up, and -blow the ship off the island to sea, so far that the -boat, and what would be worse, its crew, might -be lost. Four sufficient reasons, Morley, for not -venturing ashore." -</p> - -<p> -So Bartelot resisted all his friend's importunities, -and the day passed away in idleness, after an -observation had been taken at noon, and the exact -bearings of the island recorded in the ship's log by -Morrison, for the information of the Admiralty, -Lloyd's, and others in London. -</p> - -<p> -The calm continued; not a speck could be traced -in the unclouded sky, betokening a coming wind, or -a casual current of air. The ship lay like a log, -with her courses clewed up, her spanker brailed -and all the rest of her canvas hanging loose and -straight from the yardheads; the wheel, left to -itself, oscillated a spoke or two, alternately to port -and starboard. There seemed to be little or no -current in the water; she had probably not moved -in any way more than half her own length for three -hours, as Morley perceived by a bunch of seaweed, -the top tuft of some mighty trailer (the root of -which was, perhaps, forty fathoms deep in the bed -of the ocean), which rested on the oily surface of -the water, and remained in the same position, with -regard to the ship, about five feet from the port -quarter-gallery. -</p> - -<p> -In the first dog-watch, about four o'clock P.M., -finding matters still thus, and seeing all quiet on -the isle, the whole outline of which was reflected -downward, as if in a mirror, and with wonderful -minuteness, the captain ordered the gig to be -lowered. The fowling-pieces and revolver were -carefully loaded, capped, and placed in her, and -then he, Morley, old Gawthrop, and three more -of the crew shoved off for the shore, or, as they -called it, in default of a better name, "Bill -Morrison's Island!" -</p> - -<p> -The light gig shot swiftly over the smooth sea, -which our friends soon perceived to be full of -gigantic trailers and floating leaves; amid these, -through the translucent waters, at a vast depth -from its surface, the finny tribes, especially the -beautiful silver fish, could be seen darting to and -fro. -</p> - -<p> -A little sandy creek or bight, bordered by mangrove -trees and wild palms, opened before the boat, -and offered a secure landing place, though overhung -by rocks, that seemed to be literally alive with -albatrosses, sea-hens, and other aquatic birds. -</p> - -<p> -In a short space, Morley, Bartelot, and Noah -Gawthrop, with the three fire-arms, leaped ashore, -and desiring their three shipmates who were in the -gig to lie on their oars a few yards off, to prevent -any surprise, they started on their tour of discovery. -</p> - -<p> -The island was covered with wood, the foliage of -which was singularly luxuriant, and of the most -lovely green. Many of the trees and plants were -strongly aromatic, and filled the air with delicious -perfume. The myrtles, in particular, were of -gigantic size, and there were several groves of the -graceful cocoa-palm, under which were gourds, -ground apples, and other tropical vegetables, -growing in wild luxuriance. -</p> - -<p> -A bird suddenly whirred up from the covert at -Morley's feet. -</p> - -<p> -Bang went one of the barrels of his fowling-piece, -and the bird fell with flapping wings a few yards off, -while hundreds of others, scared apparently by a -sound so unusual as the report of a gun, flew hither -and thither in confusion and dismay. -</p> - -<p> -"A good shot, Morley," said Bartelot; "but reload -instantly, and don't fire again. We don't know -whom we may meet in these woods, so it is as well -to be prepared." -</p> - -<p> -The bird proved to be a species of black-cock, -that is not uncommon in the islands of the South -Atlantic. -</p> - -<p> -"Keep a bright look-out ahead, sir," said Noah -Gawthrop in a low voice; "this island ain't quite so -desolate as it looks, arter all." -</p> - -<p> -"How?" -</p> - -<p> -"I'm blessed if here ain't a regular made road, -and no mistake, captain." -</p> - -<p> -As Noah spoke, he pointed to a distinct foot -track, or narrow beaten way, that passed through -the grass. In one direction it led to a spring of -deliciously cool and pure water, that fell plashing -amid the sylvan silence from the face of a rock, -which was covered with brilliant wild flowers; in -the other it led away through a thicket of myrtles, -from amid which some wild goats fled, as our -explorers cautiously, and with cocked fire-arms, -proceeded onward. -</p> - -<p> -Morley was thinking of Ethel, and if with her -what an Eden this lonely isle would be; but it was -not without emotions of considerable anxiety and -curiosity that he and his two companions continued -to pursue the narrow track, which ascended in -regular zigzag windings to the summit of that high -rock, which they had first discerned at sea, and on -the face of which the morning sun had shone so -brightly. -</p> - -<p> -"It is merely a track made by the goats or wild -boars," said Bartelot; "the spring below seems to -be the only one in the island, and there, no doubt, -they drink." -</p> - -<p> -"Mayhap, sir, the wild boars, and the wild -goatses made the road; but 'twasn't them as made -this bit o' furnitur—out of a ship's sheathing, too," -exclaimed Noah, when, on the very summit of the -eminence, that overlooked a vast expanse of sea, -they came upon a rude seat, formed, apparently, by -the number of holes pierced through it at regular -intervals, from a piece of ship's planking, pegged -down upon two uprights, which were securely driven -into the turf. -</p> - -<p> -The pathway ended here, and the soil about the -seat seemed bare and denuded of grass, as if worn -away by the feet of frequent sitters. -</p> - -<p> -"What can this mean on such a place?" observed -Tom Bartelot, perspiring with heat, and pushing his -straw hat on one side of his handsome curly head. -</p> - -<p> -"It means, sir, as there is some reg'lar-built -Robinson Crusoe a livin' on this here island, and has -made himself this seat to take a good squint to -seaward comfortable ov a mornin', to look out for a -ship, or, it may be, for the king of the Cannibal -Islands, and them cussed ribroasting salwages in -their piratical canoos." -</p> - -<p> -This idea of Noah Gawthrop's seemed extremely -probable; but after making a circuit of the entire -island, they found themselves again on the eminence -without discovering other traces of the supposed -recluse. -</p> - -<p> -After hallooing repeatedly, scaring all kinds of -wild birds from the thickets above, and the gorse or -jungle below, they descended towards the spring; -but before reaching it found a track that diverged -from thence into the very centre of the isle. -</p> - -<p> -Proceeding onward, their curiosity becoming -whetted at every step, they perceived a piece of -cleared ground, covered with fine grass, on which -some goats and little kids, that appeared quite tame, -were browsing. -</p> - -<p> -Near this, enclosed by a fence of branches, torn -from trees, stuck in the earth, and twisted together, -was a small garden, wherein were some turnips, -potatoes, radishes, ground apples, and other -esculents growing; and sheltered by a grove of giant -myrtles, close by, was a little hut, or wigwam, -formed of driftwood, fragments of wreck, palm -leaves, and turf. -</p> - -<p> -It measured only about twelve feet by ten; it was -about nine feet in height, and was covered by -masses of beautiful scarlet-runners, and other -parasitical plants of the tropics. -</p> - -<p> -The door, a panelled mahogany one, which had -evidently been once a portion of a large ship's -cabin, was open; so the explorers advanced, and, on -entering, beheld a very remarkable, and, indeed, -appalling spectacle. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap27"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXVII. -<br /><br /> -THE HERMIT. -</h3> - -<p> -The western sun streamed into the humble hut -through the open door, in a broad and yellow flake -of light, that seemed to pierce like a solid body the -almost palpable obscurity within; and where that -flake of sunlight fell full in its glory, there lay, -stretched on a bed of moss and dry leaves, an old -man, who was too evidently in the last throes of -death. -</p> - -<p> -He was clad in a species of long brown weed, -which was fashioned like a friar's gown, but had a -hood or tippet, formed of grass matting, and both -were worn, torn, patched, and mended thriftily. -</p> - -<p> -A cord—a piece of common rope—girt his waist, -and thereat hung a little wooden cross, formed, -apparently, by himself, of twigs of the myrtle tied -cruciform. -</p> - -<p> -His feet were bare, and, like his hands, they were -shrivelled and attenuated, till every bone and -muscle was painfully visible. His head was bald -by age; his features seemed to have been noble and -commanding, and a beard, bushy but dignified, and -white as snow, flowed over his breast, and reached -to his girdle. -</p> - -<p> -He was dying, whether of age, of illness, want of -nourishment, or all these three combined, those who -looked on him knew not. -</p> - -<p> -Livid hues were spreading over his face rapidly; -his nose, which was fine and aquiline, became -pinched and white at the point. -</p> - -<p> -As the visitors stooped over him, his eyes dilated, -as if he were still partially sensible to external -objects; but it was evident that sight had left him, -and that the darkness of death was there. -</p> - -<p> -The hardships incident to a life of seclusion and -mortification, such as his must have been on that -lonely island, together with his wretched attire and -venerable white beard, all served to make him seem -a patriarch in years; but Bartelot supposed that he -was not much over sixty. -</p> - -<p> -"He is sinking—dying' fast," said he, in a -whisper, as he took off his hat, while an irresistible -emotion of reverence and awe stole over him. -</p> - -<p> -"Outward bound, heaven help him! Goin' -forren, and no mistake," said Noah Gawthrop, -doffing his straw hat. "I've seen some poor -cretturs like this, when I was in the Naval Brigade -at Sebastypool. One was always a crossing ov -hisself from stem to starn, and from port to -starboard. Another was wot they calls a darvish—he -was always a spinning of hisself like a peg-top, and -shouting, 'Allar—Allar!' Now, I reckons this -here's been a darvish o' some kind." -</p> - -<p> -"Had we come ashore this morning at the time -I proposed, we might have saved him, Tom," said -Morley, in a low tone, to Bartelot. The latter shook his -head, and again the pupils of the glazing eyes dilated, -as if the sufferer's ear had caught a passing sound. -</p> - -<p> -"Well," resumed Noah Gawthrop, hissing a kind -of sigh through his clenched teeth; "it is a darned -hard thing for a poor old fellow like this to slip his -cable without knowing what port he may have to -steer for." -</p> - -<p> -"He'll be brought up in heaven with a round -turn, old boy; at least, I hope so," said Bartelot, as -he knelt down and applied to the sufferer's lips a -little water from a gourd or calabash that lay near. -</p> - -<p> -Another vessel of the same primitive kind -contained some <i>yerba</i>, leaves of an evergreen common -in Paraguay, and in the isles of the south, which, -when diluted with water, yields a species of tea. A -smaller calabash contained some goat's milk; such -were the equipage and last repast of this poor old -recluse. -</p> - -<p> -"See, Captain Bartelot, here is summut wrote on -this bit o' plank," said Noah; "it's in some forren -lingo, as I takes it." -</p> - -<p> -On the board which formed the head of the -truckle-bed, whereon the hermit lay, appeared a -cross, carved as if with a knife, and the following -inscription or request: -</p> - -<p class="t3"> - "Hermano[*] Pedro Zuares Miguel de Barradas,<br /> - "1863.<br /> - "Rueguen a Dios por el."<br /> -</p> - -<p class="footnote"> -[*] Brother. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -About five minutes after they entered, a heavy -sigh, with a gurgling sound, escaped the hermit, his -head turned over a little on one side, the lower jaw -fell, quivered, became still, and all was over, and the -three strangers remained mute, hat in hand, and -gazing with emotions of solemnity and awe on this -piteous spectacle. -</p> - -<p> -What was his story? What were the crimes he -had committed, the wrongs he had endured at the -hands of man, of woman, of the world, that he had -been driven to seek a life of such wild and savage -seclusion? -</p> - -<p> -Was it the result of eccentric choice, or an -inevitable necessity? Who was he, and whence came -he? How long had his dreary lot been cast in that -voiceless and solitary isle. Had he been the last, or -sole survivor, of some ill-fated crew, whose ship -had never been heard of since she left her port in -old Spain, to be cast away amid the lonely waters of -the southern sea? -</p> - -<p> -All these questions must remain unanswered now, -and be committed to oblivion with him in his -solitary island grave. -</p> - -<p> -That he was a Spaniard was evident from the -name, if, as they had no reason to doubt, that name -was his which was carved upon the plank that -formed a portion of his humble couch, and also -from the language of the request, "Pray to God for -him," which was written underneath. -</p> - -<p> -Deeply impressed by what they had witnessed, -Morley Ashton, Tom Bartelot, and Noah quitted -the hut, and under the bright sunshine stepped -towards the little garden, where the few herbs the -hermit's hand would never cull were ripening in the -warm glow. -</p> - -<p> -After a pause, Bartelot said: -</p> - -<p> -"We must give the old man a Christian burial, -for we can't shove off to the ship, and leave him -lying there like a dead gull." -</p> - -<p> -He looked at his watch, and then at the sun, and -added: -</p> - -<p> -"We have two hours yet before sunset; the calm -still holds—not a breath of air on land or sea—and -the ship is lying yonder like a log. Run to the -boat, Noah, shove off to her, and bid the men -stretch well on their oars, as we have no time to -lose. Bring Ben Plank, the carpenter, ashore, with -some boards to make a coffin; bring a shovel, and -my prayer-book, for the English burial service. -He wouldn't have believed in it much, perhaps, poor -man! but 'twill serve his turn now, as well as -another, I hope. Look sharp, old fellow." -</p> - -<p> -"Aye, aye, sir," said Tom, twitching his forelock, -and hastening to the creek where the boat lay, with -its occupants smoking listlessly in the sunshine, -and wondering "what the deuce the skipper was up -to in that 'ere island," till Noah enlightened them -by a yarn of his own, about the "ould darvish or -anchor-right they had found a-drifting from his -moorings, and dying all his self," information that -made them lay out on their oars, which flashed -brightly as the sharp gig shot over the sunlit sea. -</p> - -<p> -Some time elapsed, however, before she came off -again; for, though the ship, influenced by a gentle -undercurrent, had drifted nearer the shore, she was -still three miles distant. -</p> - -<p> -When the gig's head was turned to the island, -the <i>Princess</i> had her ensign half hoisted at the gaff -peak by Morrison's order, in honour of the funeral -ceremony that was to be performed on shore, and -the crew were all clustered in the tops and on the -cross-trees, with their faces turned in that direction. -</p> - -<p> -The gig soon steered into the wooded creek again, -bringing the carpenter, with two large packing -boxes, his hammer, saw, and nails; Noah brought -a shovel, and while the former proceeded to make -a rude coffin, the latter, with Morley, working by -turns with their jackets off, dug a grave for the -hermit, in a place chosen by Bartelot, under a -magnificent myrtle. -</p> - -<p> -In an hour all the preparations were completed; -he was coffined, and lowered by some of the boat -tackle into his last resting-place. -</p> - -<p> -With that reverence of which seamen are seldom -devoid, Tom Bartelot stood bare-headed at the head -of the humble grave, and read the burial services -of the Church of England, Morley making the -responses. -</p> - -<p> -On one side stood the ship's carpenter, a squat, -sturdy sailor; on the other, old, hard-visaged, -weather-beaten Noah, hat in hand, his grizzled -hair glistening in the sunshine. -</p> - -<p> -At the words— -</p> - -<p> -"Ashes to ashes—dust to dust," Tom, with his -straw hat under his left arm, dropped a handful of -earth on the coffin-lid; a little rapid shovelling -followed; a few sods were batted down, and the -funeral party prepared to leave the spot. -</p> - -<p> -Ere doing so, Morley and Bartelot examined the -hut very carefully; but found only a few nuts and -dried fruits, which formed the larder of the -deceased, an old and well-worn knife, like a seaman's, -and two or three drinking-cups, formed of cocoanut -shells, on which were carved crosses and other -religious emblems. These were brought away as -relics of their visit. -</p> - -<p> -Just as they were retiring, Noah chanced to cast -a glance at the couch of leaves, from which they had -so recently removed the body, and near the plank -whereon the name and request were written, he -found a book, a Spanish missal, as the title-page -bore, "<i>Madrid,</i> 1840, <i>Imprenta de Don Pedro Sanz, -se hallara en su liberia calle de Carretas,</i>" which he -handed to the captain upside down, for any way -was all the same to poor Noah's eye. -</p> - -<p> -It contained a piece of folded ribbon, with a cross -of red enamelled on gold, shaped like a sword, placed -between the masses for the dead; and these relics -he and Morley examined as they shoved off for -the ship, giving a farewell glance at the lonely -grave, at the head of which—as a humble monument -to mark that a Christian lay below—Ben Plank had -erected two barrel staves, nailed together in the -form of a cross. -</p> - -<p> -There was a great deal of manuscript, written -small and closely, in Spanish, on the fly-leaves at -each end of the missal, with implements that had -been apparently pens torn from sea-fowls' wings, -and ink furnished by leaves of the wild tobacco, -dried in the sunshine, and diluted with water. -Thus, from its reddish-brown tint, the writing had -all the hue or appearance of that presented by a -MS. of the Middle Ages, rather than of a document -which, by its date, seemed to have been written only -last year. -</p> - -<p> -"Stretch out, lads, and let us get soon on board. -Morrison knows Spanish well, and he'll read all this -for us," said Bartelot. "I am curious to know what -it is, though, perhaps, it may only be prayers and -pious meditations, after all." -</p> - -<p> -The blood-red sun had now set behind the high -rock of the Hermit's Isle, and the rude seat, which -he never more would occupy, could be distinctly -seen, defined in outline against the sky. With -tropical rapidity purple dusk was stealing over the -red and golden sky. The calm was passing away; -the chill night wind, chill alike from sea and land, -was now blowing across the long rollers, that urged -the swift gig from this unknown shore towards the -ship. -</p> - -<p> -They were soon alongside. -</p> - -<p> -"Stand by the fall tackles, watch on deck! Hoist -in the boat!" ordered Bartelot, as he sprang up -the man-ropes and proceeded aft. "Douse the -ensign, Morrison. All is over; we've laid the old -man in his last home—and it has been a queer -business this. Set the courses; let fall and sheet -home, for here comes the breeze; but first look at -these things." -</p> - -<p> -"The enamelled sword—a knight's cross of the -Spanish Order of Santiago de Compostello," said -Morrison. -</p> - -<p> -"And this writing?" -</p> - -<p> -"On the fly-leaves of the prayer-book or missal?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes," replied Bartelot, impatiently. -</p> - -<p> -"It begins:—'<i>The confession of Don Pedro Zuares -Miguel de Barradas, Knight Commander of the Order -of St. James of Spain, Captain and Governor of the -Castle of San Juan de Ulloa, for the Federal -Government of the Free States of Mexico.</i>'" -</p> - -<p> -"Barradas again? It seems to me most strange; -but I seem to have heard that name before," said -Morley, searching in his memory, as they descended -to the cabin, while the yard-heads were filled, and -the ship, standing to her course before the freshening -breeze, began to leave astern the island where the -old hermit lay. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> -END OF VOL. 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