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If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The naval cadet</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:0; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:1em;'>A story of adventures on land and sea</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Gordon Stables</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Illustrator: William Rainey</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: July 8, 2022 [eBook #68480]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Al Haines</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NAVAL CADET ***</div> - -<p><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="capcenter"> -<a id="img-cover"></a> -<img class="imgcenter" src="images/img-cover.jpg" alt="Cover art" /> -</p> - -<h1> -<br /><br /> -The Naval Cadet -</h1> - -<p class="t3b"> -A Story of Adventure on Land and Sea -</p> - -<p><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t3b"> -BY -</p> - -<p class="t2"> -DR. GORDON STABLES -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -Author of "In the Great White Land" &c. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> -<i>ILLUSTRATED BY WILLIAM RAINEY, R.I.</i> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> -BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED -<br /> -LONDON GLASGOW AND BOMBAY -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t4"> - <i>Printed in Great Britain by<br /> - Blackie & Son, Limited, Glasgow</i><br /> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t3b"> - CONTENTS.<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="noindent"> - Chap.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent" style="line-height: 150%"> - I. <a href="#chap01">The Hermit of Kilmara</a><br /> - II. <a href="#chap02">The Night came on before its Time</a><br /> - III. <a href="#chap03">The Storm</a><br /> - IV. <a href="#chap04">Story of the Skye Clearings</a><br /> - V. <a href="#chap05">A Terrible Adventure</a><br /> - VI. <a href="#chap06">In Search of Adventure</a><br /> - VII. <a href="#chap07">Lost in a Highland Mist</a><br /> - VIII. <a href="#chap08">Creggan and Oscar</a><br /> - IX. <a href="#chap09">On Board the Gunboat <i>Rattler</i></a><br /> - X. <a href="#chap10">War Ahead!</a><br /> - XI. <a href="#chap11">The City of Blood</a><br /> - XII. <a href="#chap12">Capture of the City of Benin</a><br /> - XIII. <a href="#chap13">In a Wild and Lovely Mountain-land</a><br /> - XIV. <a href="#chap14">A Fearful Night</a><br /> - XV. <a href="#chap15">Welcome Back to Skye</a><br /> - XVI. <a href="#chap16">Life on the Good Ship <i>Osprey</i></a><br /> - XVII. <a href="#chap17">Mess-room Fun</a><br /> - XVIII. <a href="#chap18">St. Elmo's Fire</a><br /> - XIX. <a href="#chap19">The Burning Ship</a><br /> - XX. <a href="#chap20">Gun-room Fun</a><br /> - XXI. <a href="#chap21">Jacko Steals the Captain's Pudding</a><br /> - XXII. <a href="#chap22">In the Wilds of Venezuela</a><br /> - XXIII. <a href="#chap23">Dolce Far Niente</a><br /> - XXIV. <a href="#chap24">On the Lonesome Llanos</a><br /> - XXV. <a href="#chap25">Promotion</a><br /> - XXVI. <a href="#chap26">Adventure in a Papuan Lake-Village</a><br /> - XXVII. <a href="#chap27">A Terrible Tragedy</a><br /> - XXVIII. <a href="#chap28">"The Battle rages Loud and Long"</a><br /> - XXIX. <a href="#chap29">Like a Battle of Olden Times</a><br /> - XXX. <a href="#chap30">Court-martialed</a><br /> - XXXI. <a href="#chap32">Safely Home at Last</a><br /> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p class="t3b"> -ILLUSTRATIONS -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="noindent"> -The Ju-Ju king sprang up ... <i>Frontispiece</i> [Missing from source book] -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -<a href="#img-032">Creggan kept the boat head-on to each threatening wave</a> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -<a href="#img-080">"Well, my lad, you're one of the 'Rattler's' middies, -aren't you?"</a> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -Just in the nick of time, Creggan fires [Missing from source book] -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -<a href="#img-216">"Antoine was in a state of mesmeric fascination, and -pale as death"</a> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap01"></a></p> - -<p class="t2"> -THE NAVAL CADET. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER I. -<br /><br /> -THE HERMIT OF KILMARA. -</h3> - -<p> -There was something in the reply given by -young Creggan M'Vayne to Elliott Nugent, -Esq., that this gentleman did not altogether -relish. He could not have complained of -any want of respect in the boy's utterance or in his -manner, but there was an air of independence about -the lad that jarred against his feelings, and made him -a trifle cross—for the time being, that is. -</p> - -<p> -For Nugent was a great man,—in his own country -at all events. He was an ex-secretary from one of the -Colonies, and at home in Australia he had been like -the centurion we read of in the New Testament, and -had had many men under him to whom he could say -"Do this" with the certainty of finding it done, for in -his own great office his word had been law. -</p> - -<p> -But here stood this kilted ghillie with his collie dog -by his side—stay, though, till I present my young hero -to you, reader. You will then know a little more of -the merits of the case. -</p> - -<p> -Than young Creggan M'Vayne, then, no boy was -better known on land or at sea, all along the wild -rocky shores that stretch from Loch Snizort to the -very northernmost cape of Skye, well-named in the -Gaelic "The Island of Wings". At any time of the -day or by moonlight his little skiff of a boat might be -met by sturdy fishermen speeding over the waves of -the blue Minch, or lazily floating in some -rock-guarded bay, while its solitary occupant lured from -the dark, deep water many a silvery dancing fish. -But inland, too, he was well-known, on lonely moor -and on mountain brow. -</p> - -<p> -And Creggan was welcome wherever he went. -Welcome when he appeared at the doors of the rude -huts that were huddled along the sea-shore, welcome -in the shepherd's shieling far away on the hills, and -welcome even at the firesides of gamekeepers themselves. -</p> - -<p> -Up to the present time, at all events, Creggan's life -had been a half-wild one, to say the least of it. -Though tall for his years, which barely numbered -fourteen, he was as strong and well-knit as the -sinewy deer of the mountains. Good-looking he -certainly was, with a depth of chin that pronounced -him more English than Scotch; the bluest of eyes, -a sun-kissed face, and fair, curly hair of so -self-assertive a nature that Creggan's Highland bonnet -never by any chance got within three inches of his -brow. -</p> - -<p> -From that same bonnet, then, down to his boots, -or rather brogues, the lad looked every inch a -gentleman. He was just a trifle shy in presence of his -elders and those who moved in a superior walk of -life to him; but every really good honest-hearted lad -is so. Among the peasantry, however, he was always -his own manly self. -</p> - -<p> -There was one thing concerning Creggan's wild -life that he did not care for anyone to know, not -even his best friend, M'Ian the minister. And it was -this: he was kind to the very poor. The fact is, that -the lad was always either in pursuit of game, as he -chose to call even rabbits, or fishing from his skiff or -from the rocks, so that he had generally more than -sufficed for his own needs and those of his guardian, -whom I shall presently introduce to you. So when -he appeared at the door of widow M'Donald, M'Leod, -or M'Rae, as the case might be—for they were nearly -all Macs thereabout,—you couldn't have guessed that -he was carrying a beautiful string of codling or a -"sonsy" rabbit, so carefully was it concealed in his -well-worn and somewhat tattered plaid. -</p> - -<p> -I am quite sure that Creggan's faithful collie, whose -name was Oscar, quite approved of what his master -did; he always looked so pleased, and sometimes even -barked for joy, when Creggan presented those welcome -gifts, and while the recipients called blessings down -from heaven on the boy's curly head. -</p> - -<p> -But not only did the poorest among the crofters, or -squatters as they might have been called, love the -winsome, happy-visaged boy, but many of them -looked upon him with a strange mixture of superstition -and awe. He was supposed to bear a kind of -charmed life, because a mystery hung over his advent -which might never, never be cleared up. For Creggan -was an ocean-child in the truest sense of the word. -When a mere infant he had been found in a small -boat which was stranded on the rock-bound Isle of -Kilmara, off the shores of Skye, one morning after a -gale of wind. In this islet, which indeed is but little -more than a sea-girt rock, he had dwelt for many -years with the strange being who had picked him up -half-frozen, and had wooed him back to life, and -became not only a father to him but a tutor as well. -</p> - -<p> -A strange being indeed was old Tomnahurich, the -Hermit of Kilmara, the name by which he was -generally known. Only old people could remember his -coming to and taking possession of the island, which -probably belonged to no one in particular, although in -summer-time a few sheep used to be sent to crop the -scanty herbage that grew thereon. But one beautiful -spring morning,—with snow-white cloudlets in the -blue sky, and a light breeze rippling the Minch, till -from the mainland of Skye it looked like some mighty -river rolling onwards and north 'twixt the Outer and -Inner Hebrides,—some fisher-lads on landing were -confronted by a tall, brown-bearded stranger, dressed in -seaman's clothes, and with a cast of countenance and -bearing that showed he was every inch a sailor. He -had come out from a cave, and into this, with smiles -and nods and talking in the purest of Gaelic, he had -invited the young fellows. They found a fire burning -here, and fish boiling; there was a rude bench, several -stools, and various articles of culinary utility, to say -nothing of a row of brown stone bottles, the contents -of one of which he begged them to taste. -</p> - -<p> -But where the hermit had come from, or how or -why he had come, nobody could tell, and he never -even referred to his own history. -</p> - -<p> -He had ceased to dwell in the cave after a time, -and with wood from a shipwrecked barque he had -built himself, in a sheltered corner, a most substantial -though very uncouth kind of a dwelling-hut. As the -time went on, silver threads had begun to appear in -the brown of the hermit's beard; and now it was -nearly white. He was apparently as strong and -sturdy as ever, notwithstanding the wintryness of -his hair, and the boy loved his strange guardian -far more than any friend he had, and was never so -happy anywhere as at the rude fireside of his island -home. -</p> - -<p> -We never think of what Fate may have in store -for us, especially when we are young, nor at what -particular date fortune's tide may be going to flow -for us. -</p> - -<p> -This morning, for instance, when Creggan came on -shore with Oscar, he had no idea that anything -particular was going to happen. He had first and foremost -drawn up his little boat—the very skiff it was in -which he had been cradled on the billowy ocean,—then -gone straight away up to the manse. Here he -was a great favourite, and M'Ian, the kind-hearted -minister, had for years been his teacher, educating the -boy with his own two children, Rory and Maggie, both -his juniors. -</p> - -<p> -I am not going to say that Creggan was more clever -than children of his age usually are, but as the -instruction he received was given gratuitously or for -love, he felt it to be his bounden duty to learn all he -could so as to gratify his teacher. -</p> - -<p> -His English was therefore exceptionally good -already, and he had made good progress in geography, -history, arithmetic, and knew the first two books of -Euclid; and he could even prattle in French, which -he had learned from the hermit. It was usual for -Creggan to spend an hour or two playing with Rory -and little winsome Maggie, after lessons, but to-day -they were going with their father to the distant -town of Portree, so, after bidding them good-bye he -shouldered his little gun, a gift from M'Ian, and, -whistling for Oscar, went off to the cairns to find -a rabbit or two. -</p> - -<p> -The cairns where the rabbits dwelt were small -rounded hills about a quarter of a mile inland from -the wild cliffs that frowned over the deep, dark sea. -These knolls were everywhere covered with stones, and -hundreds of wild rabbits played about among these. -But no sooner had Creggan shot just one than the rest -disappeared into their burrows as if by magic. The -boy had plenty of patience, however, so he simply lay -down and began to read. Not to study, though. His -school-books he had left in the graveyard on an old -tombstone, and near to the last resting-place of the -romantic Flora M'Donald, the lady who had saved the -unfortunate Prince Charlie Stuart. -</p> - -<p> -After half an hour he secured two more rabbits, and -as the sun began to wester, he strolled slowly -backwards towards the spot where he had beached his -boat, with no intention, however, of putting out to sea -for some little time. -</p> - -<p> -With the exception of his school-books poor Creggan's -library was wonderfully small, and his literature -was nearly always borrowed or given to him. For -instance, even in the most squalid huts he had often -found books that gave him no end of pleasure. They -were mostly in the grand old Gaelic; but Creggan -could read the language well, and in the long dark -forenights of winter he used to delight the old hermit -by trotting out the mysterious and Homeric-like lines -of Ossian's poems. Then tourists, to whom he acted -in the capacity of guide in summer-time, sometimes -gave him a book, and M'Ian's library was always at -his service. -</p> - -<p> -So to-day he had thrown himself on his face on the -green cliff-top, and had commenced to read his Ossian. -</p> - -<p> -What a glorious summer afternoon! There was -the blue Minch asleep in the sunshine, and stretching -away and away far over to the hazy hills of Harris -and Lewis. White gulls were floating on its billows -close inshore, or wheeling high in air around the -stupendous cliffs, where their nests were,—their plaintive, -melancholy notes mingling with the song of the lark, -the mavis, and the merle, while the solemn boom of -the breaking waves made a sweet but awful diapason. -</p> - -<p> -The air all around was warm and balmy, and laden -with the sweet breath of wild thyme. -</p> - -<p> -And Creggan M'Vayne was just reading one of his -favourite, because most romantic passages, when the dry -and business-like tones of Elliott Nugent fell upon his -ear. Beautiful, indeed, did the boy consider every -line of that wild and weird poem <i>Carric-Thura</i>. The -ghost scene therein made him shudder; but it was the -death of the lovers on the field of battle—the death of -Connal and Crimora that affected him most. She had -given him his arms with sad and woesome foreboding, -but at the same time had determined to follow him -into the fight. -</p> - -<p> -<i>Here was the din of arms; here the groans of the -dying. Bloody are the wars of Fingal, O Connal, and -it was here thou didst fall! Thine arm was like a -storm; thy sword a beam of the sky; thy height a -rock upon the plain; thine eyes a furnace of fire. -Warriors fell by thy sword as the thistles by the staff -of a boy. Then Dargo the mighty came on, darkening -in his wrath.</i> -</p> - -<p> -<i>Bright rose their swords on each side; loud was the -clang of their steel.</i> -</p> - -<p> -<i>But Crimora was near, bright in the armour of -man. Her yellow hair is loose behind, her bow is -in her hand.</i> -</p> - -<p> -<i>She drew the string on Dargo; but—erring—she -pierced her Connal. He falls like an oak on the plain; -like a rock from the shaggy hill. What now can she -do, O hapless maiden? See how he bleeds, her Connal -dies!</i> -</p> - -<p> -<i>All night long she weeps and all the livelong day. -O Connal, O Connal, my love and my friend!</i> -</p> - -<p> -But with grief the maiden dies, and in the same -grave they sleep. Undisturbed they now sleep -together; in the tomb on the mountain they rest alone, -and the wind sighs through the long green grass that -grows twixt the stones of the grave. -</p> - -<p> -<i>Autumn is dark on the mountains; gray mists rest -on the hills. Dark rolls the river through the narrow -plain. A tree stands alone on the hill and marks the -slumbering Connal. The leaves whirl round in the -wind and strew the grave of the dead. Soft be their -rest, hapless children of streamy Loda.</i> -</p> - -<p> -Here Creggan had closed the book with a sigh. -</p> - -<p> -"Boy, are you willing to earn an honest shilling? -Keep back that dog, please!" -</p> - -<p> -The boy had sprung to his feet and seized the -all-too-impetuous Oscar by the collar. -</p> - -<p> -Nugent's appearance was somewhat out of keeping -with the grandeur of the scenery around him. Thin -and wan he was, with close-trimmed whiskers turning -to gray, a London coat, and a soft felt hat. -</p> - -<p> -"Earn a shilling, sir?" -</p> - -<p> -"I said earn a shilling, an honest shilling. But -perhaps you are above that sort of thing. You Skye -Highlanders are, as a rule, so lazy." -</p> - -<p> -"Thank you, sir, but I am not a Skyeman, though -I should not be ashamed to be. I was born on the -high seas, and I have neither mother nor father." -</p> - -<p> -Nugent's voice softened at once. His whole bearing -was altered. -</p> - -<p> -"Poor boy!" he said. "I fear I talked harshly. -But come, we were directed here by an old man who -told us you could guide us over the mountains -inland. My wife is an artist, and wants to make -a sketch or two. See, yonder she comes, and my little -daughter, Matty. Come, you seem to be a superior -sort of lad, you shall have half a crown." -</p> - -<p> -"I don't want your money. I sha'n't touch it. But -if you wait a few minutes I will guide you to a -strange land far away among the hills. There will -just be time to return before sunset." -</p> - -<p> -"And you will take no reward?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh yes, sir, I will. I love books. I would have -a book if you could lend it to me." -</p> - -<p> -"That we will, with pleasure. I have a boy just -about your age—sixteen, and he lives in books. You -are a little over sixteen, perhaps?" -</p> - -<p> -Creggan smiled. -</p> - -<p> -"No, sir," he replied, taking off his bonnet now, for -Mrs. Nugent and Matty had come up; "I want some -months of fourteen." -</p> - -<p> -"You are a very beautiful Highland boy," said -Matty, gazing up at Creggan with innocent admiration; -"and if you is good, mamma will paint you." -</p> - -<p> -"Hush, dear, hush!" cried the stately mother. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan looked at the child. He had never seen -anyone so lovely before, not even in Portree. But -there was a little green knoll high up in a glen that -he knew of, on which, as the old people told him, -fairies danced and played in the moonlight. He had -never seen any of these, though many times and oft -he had watched for them. But he thought now that -Matty must just be like one. -</p> - -<p> -I must confess that there was a small hole in each -of the elbows of Creggan's tweed jacket, but -nevertheless when he stepped right up, as if moved by some -sudden impulse and shook Matty's tiny hand, his -bearing was in keeping with the action, and even -Nugent himself admitted afterwards that he looked -a perfect little gentleman. -</p> - -<p> -"I wish you were my sister." -</p> - -<p> -That is all he said. -</p> - -<p> -But for the next few minutes very busy was -Creggan indeed. -</p> - -<p> -First and foremost he made a flag of his handkerchief -and hoisted it on the end of his gun. This -he waved in the air, until presently an answering -signal could be seen on the distant island. -</p> - -<p> -Then to right and to left, alow and aloft, he made -signals with the flag, much to the delight of little -blue-eyed Matty, ending all by holding his gun -perpendicularly and high in air, after which he turned to -his new acquaintances. -</p> - -<p> -"I'm quite ready," he said. -</p> - -<p> -The march towards the mountains was now commenced. -But the road led past the manse, and thither -ran Creggan, returning almost immediately with a tiny -Shetland pony. This consequential little fellow was -fully caparisoned, with not only a child's saddle but -saddle-bags. Into the latter Mrs. Nugent's sketching-gear -was put, and then Creggan picked Matty up -and placed her on the saddle. Oscar barked, and -the child screamed with joy, as off they headed for -the wild mountains. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -High above the blue-gray hills of Harris lay streak -on streak of carmine clouds, with saffron all between, -as Creggan's skiff went dancing over the waves that -evening, towards his little island home. But the boy -saw them not, saw nothing in fact till his boat's keel -rasped upon the beach, where his foster-father stood, -ready to haul her up. -</p> - -<p> -For Creggan's thoughts were all with his newly-found -friends and the doings of this eventful day. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap02"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER II. -<br /><br /> -THE NIGHT CAME ON BEFORE ITS TIME. -</h3> - -<p> -The home of Hermit M'Vayne, which was Creggan's -foster-father's real name, was indeed a strange -one. Situated under the south-western side of a rock, -partly leaning against it, in fact, stood the strong and -sturdy hut. The sides, and even the roof, were of -timber, the latter thatched with heather and grass; -though only one gable was of stone, and here was the -chimney that conducted the smoke from the low -hearth upwards and outwards to the sky. -</p> - -<p> -And night and day around this log-house moaned -the wind, for even when almost calm on the mainland -a breeze was blowing here, and ever and aye on the -dark cliff-foot beneath broke and boomed the waves -of the restless Minch. But when the storm-king rose -in his wrath and went shrieking across the bleak -island, the spray from the breakers was dashed high -and white, far over the hut, and would have found -its way down the chimney itself had this not been -protected by a moving cowl. -</p> - -<p> -But I really think that the higher the wind blew, -and the louder it howled, while the waves sullenly -boomed and thundered on the rocks below, the cosier -and happier did the hermit and his foster-child feel -within. -</p> - -<p> -Although, strangely enough, the hermit had never -as yet told Creggan the story of his own past life, nor -his reasons for settling down on this sea-girdled little -morsel of rock and moorland, still he never seemed to -tire of telling the boy about his adventures on many -lands and many seas, nor did the lad ever weary -of listening to these. And the wilder they were the -better he liked them. -</p> - -<p> -It was on stormy nights, especially in winter, that -Creggan's strange foster-father became most communicative. -But on such nights, before even the frugal supper -was placed upon the board, the hermit felt he had -a duty to perform, and he never neglected it. For high -on a rock on the centre of the island he had erected -a little hollow tower of stone. It was in reality -a kind of slow-combustion stove filled with peats and -chunks of wood, and with pieces of sea-weed over all. -It was lit from below, and when the wind blew -through the chinks and crannies, it sent forth a glare -that could be seen far and high over the storm-tossed -ocean. Many a brave brig or barque staggering up -the Minch, and many a fisherman's boat also, on dark -and windy nights had to thank the hermit's beacon-light -that warned them off the Whaleback rocks. -</p> - -<p> -Having set fire to his storm-signal, the old man's -work was done for the day. Supper finished, a -chapter from the Book of Books was read, then a prayer -was prayed—not read from a printed book,—and after -this the inmates of this rude but cosy hut drew their -stools more closely to the fire. No light was lit if not -needed, and indeed it was seldom necessary, the -blazing peats and the crackling logs gave forth a glare -that, though fitful, was far more pleasant to talk by -than any lamp could have been. -</p> - -<p> -Now, Mr. Nugent and his wife had promised to visit -Creggan some evening on his lonely island, and not -only Matty but her brother also were to accompany -them. They did not say when the visit would be -made. Their lives were as unlike Creggan's as one -could possibly imagine. They were spending the -summer here in Skye, living in a rough sort of a -shanty, which, however, they had furnished themselves -and made exceedingly comfortable; and every -day brought them some new pleasure: boating parties, -long journeys over the mountains, painting, botanizing, -or collecting specimens and even fossils, for on no -island in all our possessions, does nature display her -stores on a more liberal scale than in this same wildly -romantic Skye. -</p> - -<p> -The afternoon's outing for which they were indebted -to young Creggan Ogg M'Vayne had been pronounced -delightful beyond compare. It was indeed a strange -land they had reached at last, pastoral and poetic as -well. Bonnie green valleys, watered by many a rippling -burn, and little waterfalls that came trickling -down from the rocks, and studded over with lazy, -well-fed cattle and a few sheep. There were but two -huts here, near-by the banks of a little stream, that -went singing onwards till its brown waters were -swallowed up in a small lake, the surface of which -was everywhere wrinkled by sportive trout, leaping -high to catch gnats or midges even in the air. -</p> - -<p> -The Nugents were surprised, but charmed to find -that the tiny encampment was inhabited only by -sturdy bare-footed, bare-headed lassies, who were here -to tend the cows, and to make butter and cheese, which -would afterwards be sold at the distant market town -of Portree. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan had to be interpreter, for never a word of -English had these girls to bless themselves in. -</p> - -<p> -And Mrs. Nugent stayed long enough to make -several delightful sketches in water-colours, over -which the lassies went into raptures. The clouds in -the blue sky, the distant peeps of ocean, with here and -there a little sail, the darkling rocks, the mountain -peaks, and nearer still in the foreground, the foaming -linns, the green braes, and the beautiful cows, with -their attendants, all came out on the paper by the -magic touch of the artist's brush. -</p> - -<p> -Long before they had once more reached the cliffs by -the sea that night, Matty and Creggan seemed to have -established a friendship as frank and free as if they -had known each other for many and many a year. -Then good-byes had been said, and the promise given -by Mr. Nugent to come out to the island some afternoon, -or to take it in their way home from the far-off -island of Harris. But a fortnight passed by and they -had not yet appeared. Nor, although he thought about -them, and especially about Matty, times without -number, had Creggan seen them even at a distance. -</p> - -<p> -One afternoon, the boy in his skiff returned home -much sooner than usual. -</p> - -<p> -It is not in winter only that wild storms sweep up -or down or across the Minch, for even in summer, and -suddenly too, gales arise, and while, as far as eye can -see, the Atlantic is one wide chaos of broken and -foaming water, the cliffs and hills seem shaken to -their rude foundations by wind and wave. Yet -speedily as such tempests come, there are generally -indications beforehand that tell the fishermen abroad -in their open boats that they must run quickly for -the nearest shelter, if dear life itself is to be saved. -</p> - -<p> -"Right glad to see you, lad," said the hermit, as he -helped Creggan to secure his boat high and dry behind -a rock, where, blow as it might, nothing could damage -her. -</p> - -<p> -"You think it is going to blow, Daddy?" -</p> - -<p> -"Aye, sonny, that it is. Night will come on, too, -long hours before its time. Ah, boy, we'll have -to pray for those at sea to-night! I hope your friends -will not think of leaving Lewis." -</p> - -<p> -"You have seen them, father?" -</p> - -<p> -"Aye, boy, aye. They passed the island almost -within hail of me, in a half-deck boat, which I think -must have been hired at Portree." -</p> - -<p> -"And was little Matty there?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, lad, and her father and mother, and a boy -older than you—though not so brave-looking." -</p> - -<p> -The old hermit put his hand fondly on young -Creggan's curly head as he spoke. No father could -have been fonder of a son than was he of this -motherless bairn. -</p> - -<p> -"But, dear boy, you haven't come empty-handed, I -see." -</p> - -<p> -"No; I never had a better forenoon among the trout. -Look!" -</p> - -<p> -From under a thwart of the boat forward, Creggan -lugged forth and held up for admiration, a string -of crimson-spotted mountain trout that would have -caused many a Cockney sportsman to bite his lips -with envy. -</p> - -<p> -The old man smiled, patted the boy once again, then -hand in hand—such was their habit—they took their -way along the winding path which led to the hut. -</p> - -<p> -Oscar had been at home all day, but he now came -bounding out with many a joyous bark, to welcome -his master back. More quietly, too, though none the -less sincerely did Gilbert, a huge, red tabby cat, bid -the boy welcome, rubbing his great head against Creggan's -stocking and purring loudly, while from the inner -recesses of the hut a voice could be heard shouting: -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Come in, Creggan! Come in, come in!</i>" -</p> - -<p> -It was the voice of no human being, however, but -that of a beautiful gray parrot, who had been the -hermit's companion since ever he had taken up his -residence on this little isle of the ocean. -</p> - -<p> -The afternoon wore away quickly enough, as afternoons -always do when one is busy. And Creggan had -hooks to busk, and his foster-father was busy -mending nets. -</p> - -<p> -But the sun set at last, in lurid fiery clouds, over -the hills of Harris, and soon after those very clouds, -dark and threatening now, began to bank up and roll -forward over the sea, on the wings of a moaning wind, -shortening the twilight and obscuring the rising stars -that had already begun to twinkle in the east. -</p> - -<p> -The beacon had not been lit for many weeks, but -to-night the hermit seemed to take extra pains with it, -and as soon as the shadows of night fell over the sea -its red glimmer shone far over the darkling waves, on -which already white horses had begun to appear. -</p> - -<p> -Bleak and cold blew the wind, too, for in these -northern climes summer is not always the synonym for -warmth of weather. -</p> - -<p> -But supper and prayers over, the two Crusoes, as -we well might term them, drew closer round the fire. -Even Polly asserted her right to join the circle. -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Poor Polly!</i>" she cried; "<i>poor dear old, old Polly! -Polly wants to come!</i>" -</p> - -<p> -Then Creggan carried her cage forward and placed -it in a corner, where the firelight might dance and -flicker on it. Collie curled up in front of the fire, -and close beside him Gibbie the cat sat down. And -before seating himself near to his foster-father's big -easy-chair, the boy handed him his pipe, and not that -alone, but a fine old fiddle that he took from a green -baize bag which hung upon the wall. -</p> - -<p> -"And now," said Creggan; "now, dear Daddy, I feel -just very happy, but I'm not quite sure yet what I -shall make you do. You shall sing, anyhow, over the -fiddle, some fine old sea-song, father, that will bring -right up before me all the romance of your early days, -just as this little book of Ossian's poems makes me -think I am living in the olden times, and can hear the -clang and crash of battle, or the sweet notes of harps -sounding low and sweet in halls by the stormy sea." -</p> - -<p> -"Verily, boy, you are a poet yourself. Ah, lad, when -you enter life all will be stern reality!" -</p> - -<p> -"I never want to enter life, Daddy dear; I want -always, always to be here with you on our own little -island home. But listen, Daddy, was that not a scream? -There again?" -</p> - -<p> -"Nay, boy, nay, it is but the cry of some storm-frightened -night-bird rising shrill and high over the -wail of the wind and dash of the waves. Yet may -Heaven in its mercy protect any craft on a lee shore -to-night!" -</p> - -<p> -But Creggan felt uneasy, and for quite a long time -he sat in silence, while the hermit, gazing quietly into -the blazing fire as he smoked, seemed to recall many a -strange event in his former life. -</p> - -<p> -Suddenly Creggan sprang up. He had keen ears. -The dog ran towards the door at the same time, barking -aloud. -</p> - -<p> -For adown the wind, twice repeated, had floated the -sharp sound of a rifle or gun. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Daddy," cried Creggan, now pale with agitation, -"some ship or boat is on the Whaleback rocks out -yonder! That was a signal of distress." -</p> - -<p> -"Then, boy, we must give all the assistance in our -power, and if in doing so we die, we shall die doing -our duty. Light the great hurricane-lamp. Keep -calm, lad; while there is life there is hope." -</p> - -<p> -Next minute both stood together on the edge of -the cliff that pointed nor'ard and west, while behind -them on a pole was fixed the hurricane-lamp. -</p> - -<p> -What a wild turmoil of a sea was down below. -As each white wave dashed against the beetling rocks, -high upwards almost to their feet rose the singing -seething water. But at present the sky was not -wholly overcast. There were rifts among the -scudding, hurrying clouds, and now and then the moon -shone through. -</p> - -<p> -"Look! look!" cried Creggan. "Can you see it, -Daddy? High and dark on Lorna's rock! The boat, -the boat, with the waves sweeping past and over it!" -</p> - -<p> -The hermit passed his hand across his brow and -eyes, and strained forward to gaze into the darkness. -</p> - -<p> -Just then the moon cast a pale glimmer across the -waves, and every line of the stranded boat stood -darkling out against a background of white and -stormy water. -</p> - -<p> -The old man shuddered. -</p> - -<p> -"Heaven be near to help us, boy," he cried, "but -yonder is the Nugents' boat!" -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap03"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER III. -<br /><br /> -THE STORM. -</h3> - -<p> -Never would I dare to detract from the glory and -honour that hangs, halo-like, around the memory -of one of our nation's heroines—poor Grace Darling; -but there are deeds done along the shores of this land -of ours every winter, ay, and every summer too, that, -although they shine not in story, are as bravely -undertaken and as courageously carried out as that -rescue at the Longstone lighthouse. -</p> - -<p> -Though the hermit was white as to hair, though -his beard flowed backwards now in the breeze like -a silver stream as he stood in the glare of the -hurricane-lamp, he was not an aged man. Every -limb was straight, every muscle was strong, and -his lowered brows nearly hid eyes that burned like -living coals as he stood there on the cliff-top, pointing -towards the doomed and stranded boat. -</p> - -<p> -"Creggan, my lad," he cried, "we may not be able -to save a single life, but our duty lies plain before -us—we shall try!" -</p> - -<p> -He unfastened the lamp and swung it to and fro -for a spell, as if to give heart to those on board, -then hastened with it down to the beach, closely -followed by Creggan. -</p> - -<p> -Not only was there here, in a little rock-bound cove, -Creggan's own skiff, but one of far broader beam, one -with a sturdy keel, and encircled as to its outside -with a great and thick band of cork. The old man -called it his lifeboat, and it had done duty more than -once before, but never perhaps on so wild and stormy -a night as this. -</p> - -<p> -It was quickly launched now, and, being to the -manner born, Creggan seized the tiller and the hermit -took the oars. -</p> - -<p> -Every rock around the islet was well-known to -both. The lamp was hung aloft on a morsel of mast -that was stepped near to the fore thwart, and cast its -red glare on the seas ahead as well as on the faces of -these daring heroes. -</p> - -<p> -Once beyond the protection of the black jutting -rocks, it was all that M'Vayne could do—strong -though his arms were—to keep the boat from -broaching-to, but soon he got weigh on her and -then the rudder told. -</p> - -<p> -But how the wind howled, and how the seething, -angry waves dashed over them! Sometimes the bows -were tossed clean out of the water, and it seemed for -a second or two that she would go down stem first -into the trough of the sea; and as that wave went -racing past her, down dashed the bows again with -a slapping sound that could be heard high over the -roar of the wind. -</p> - -<p class="capcenter"> -<a id="img-032"></a> -<br /> -<img class="imgcenter" src="images/img-032.jpg" alt="CREGGAN KEPT THE BOAT HEAD-ON TO EACH THREATENING WAVE" /> -<br /> -CREGGAN KEPT THE BOAT HEAD-ON TO EACH THREATENING WAVE -</p> - -<p> -Not a word was spoken. Not a word could have -been heard in the turmoil, unless it were shrieked. -Yet Creggan knew enough to keep her head on to -each advancing, threatening wave. Neither the fury -of the tempest nor the anger of the curling waves -frightened him. He felt in that state of exultation -which danger never fails to raise in the hearts of -the truly brave, and beside which fear finds no -place. -</p> - -<p> -So sturdily did the hermit row, that in less than -twenty minutes' time—and this did not seem -long—the boat was well to windward of the stranded -craft. -</p> - -<p> -The danger now was great. To bear down on the -wave-tops and get alongside seemed almost a hopeless -task. -</p> - -<p> -But although she shipped some water she came -bravely round, and went heading inland now, like -a bird adrift on the ocean tide. -</p> - -<p> -The Skyemen on board the stranded craft saw her, -and did not require to be told to throw a rope. Next -minute it seemed—so quickly did the minutes fly—that -the tiny lifeboat was alongside and fast. -</p> - -<p> -"Quick now!" shouted the hermit. "Lower down -the ladies and the boy. We can only manage three. -Bear a hand, my lads. Bear a hand!" -</p> - -<p> -It seemed in answer to the hermit's prayers that at -this moment a lull in the storm took place, and the -moon shone out bright and clear over the tempestuous -sea. -</p> - -<p> -Nevertheless, the labour of getting the trembling -lady and frightened little Matty on board was most -dangerous, and had to be undertaken with the greatest -caution. -</p> - -<p> -Nugent shouted to his son Willie to go next, but -the brave boy positively refused to get over the side -until the boat returned from the shore when his father -had landed. His father must go first, he said. -</p> - -<p> -She did return, and then took off young Nugent -and two seamen, all she could stow away with safety. -There was but one man left in the lugger now. -</p> - -<p> -Alas, for his fate! -</p> - -<p> -Just as M'Vayne's boat was once more leaving the -beach, a heavier squall than any that yet had swept -over the sea dashed her back and beached her. When -the wind subsided somewhat she was once more -launched, but had not proceeded far from the shore -when she found herself surrounded by wreckage. -</p> - -<p> -Just for one moment, in the side of a darkling -wave and in a glimpse of moonlight, a white face -could be seen and a raised arm. -</p> - -<p> -That was all, and the unfortunate fisherman's body -was never found. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Everything possible was done for the comfort of -Matty and her mother and father. A bigger fire was -made up, and from his cupboard, honest, kind-hearted -Tomnahurich brought forth refreshments for them as -they sat before the roaring fire to get dry and warm. -The hermit even made tea for his guests, a luxury he -seldom indulged in himself, or Creggan either. Then -he said "Good-night", blessed them in his semi-patriarchal -kind of way, and left with Willie Nugent. They -reached the bottom of the cliff by the zigzag path -safely enough, though the spray dashed over them -in sheets of white and blinding foam. It was indeed -a fearful night. -</p> - -<p> -The boat had already been secured, and when they -entered the cave they found that a good fire had -already been lit by Creggan, and was roaring up the -rude chimney that led into a cleft in the rocks. -</p> - -<p> -For a long time the hermit, with the two seamen -and Willie and Creggan, sat around the fire, talking -low during a lull in the storm, or remaining silent and -awe-struck when the huge waves boomed and crashed -against the rocks, seeming to shake the very island to -its foundations. -</p> - -<p> -Sorrow induces sleep, and at last all turned in on -beds of heather, and the events of this terrible night -were forgotten. -</p> - -<p> -Morning broke, bright and clear, but still the storm -raged on. -</p> - -<p> -Skyemen, like most Highlanders, are very superstitious, -and one of these honest fishermen declared -that he had slept but little, for every now and then -he had heard poor Matheson—the drowned sailor—calling, -calling, calling from the deep. -</p> - -<p> -The hermit assured him that it was but the scream -of the frightened sea-birds. -</p> - -<p> -"Och and och no, Mr. Tomnahurich. Mind you, I'll -no be sayin' it was Matheson himself—it was his wraith, -sure and sure enough!" -</p> - -<p> -Prayers were row said, and a hymn sung to that -beautiful old melody called "Martyrdom", the hermit -leading with his clear and manly voice, which many a -night, when far at sea, had been heard high over the -raging storm and the dash of angry seas:— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Take comfort, Christians, when your friends<br /> - In Jesus fall asleep;<br /> - Their better being never ends:<br /> - Why then dejected weep?<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Why inconsolable as those<br /> - To whom no hope is given?<br /> - Death is the messenger of peace,<br /> - And calls the soul to heaven."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -All seemed more cheerful after this, and breakfast -was cooked and eaten with relish. -</p> - -<p> -Then the hermit and the two boys, who were -already great friends, ascended the cliff. They met -Nugent, and were glad to hear that Matty and her -mother were well and happy. They had been told -nothing about the lost sailor. -</p> - -<p> -"There will be no getting on shore to-day, I fear," -said Mr Nugent. -</p> - -<p> -The hermit shook his head and pointed to the -seething sea, on which white horses[<a id="chap03fn1text"></a><a href="#chap03fn1">1</a>] were riding. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap03fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap03fn1text">1</a>] White horses=the spume on the breaking waves. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"No, sir, no," he said; "but we have plenty of food -and plenty of fire. Heaven be praised!" -</p> - -<p> -Tomnahurich all that day laid himself out to please -his guests. He did all the cooking himself; and the -food was by no means to be despised, for the old man -was plentifully supplied with stores from shore, -Creggan being the purchaser. Well, they had fish and -bacon, and the eggs of sea-birds, so beautiful in colour -and markings that Nugent said it was almost a sin to -break them. The fish were of the best, for off the -rocks mullet can be caught with rod and line. Rock -pigs these delightful little seafarers are called. -</p> - -<p> -They had potatoes, butter, and, last but not least, -beautiful lobsters. What more could anyone expect -on a hermit's isle? -</p> - -<p> -When the sun went down the storm lulled somewhat, -but it was thought advisable to remain one more night -on the island. -</p> - -<p> -After an early supper in the hut, and, the cave also, -where the fishermen remained as troglodytes—if you -don't know this word, dear young reader, take your -dictionary and look it up;—after an early supper, I say, -the hermit went down the cliff and returned soon. -</p> - -<p> -"I'm going to bring up my wife," he said with a -quiet smile. -</p> - -<p> -"Your wife, Mr. M'Vayne!" cried Mrs. Nugent in -astonishment. "Have you a wife, then? We will be -delighted to see her." -</p> - -<p> -"That you shall, and hear her too. Her voice is -sweetness itself." -</p> - -<p> -There was a roguish smile playing about his eyes as -he departed. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan was in a corner near the fire talking low -to Matty, Pussy was curled up beside Collie (Oscar), -and Polly was making droll remarks to all, when -Tomnahurich entered with his "wife". -</p> - -<p> -He carried her in a green baize bag. A strange place -to stow away a wife in, it must be admitted. -</p> - -<p> -"Have you brought Mrs. M'Vayne?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes," said the hermit, "and here she is!" -</p> - -<p> -As he spoke he opened the green baize bag, and -pulled out his Cremona fiddle. -</p> - -<p> -He smiled, but he sighed as well. "Och hey!" he -said; "this is the only wife I have now!" -</p> - -<p> -But sweet was the music he brought from that old -fiddle. Sweet and plaintive at first. Then he sang -over it,—grand old sea-songs in which his listeners -could fancy they heard the "coo" and the "moan" of -the waves, as they dashed along the quarter of some -gallant ship, far, far at sea. -</p> - -<p> -Then looking up, and thinking he was making the -young folks a trifle <i>triste</i> or sad, he burst into such -a rattling cheery sailor's hornpipe, that the children -laughed aloud in spite of themselves, while Polly -danced for joy on her perch, uttering every now and -then that real Irish "whoop!" which used to be heard -at Donnybrook Fair. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -That evening, as all sat in a wide circle around the -fire-peats and wood, and after a momentary lull in the -conversation, Mrs. Nugent addressed the hermit. -</p> - -<p> -"Mr. M'Vayne," she said, "I noticed that you sighed -deeply when you took your violin from its bag. Now, -I know yours may be a sad story, but will you not tell -it to us?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, tell us a stoly!" cried bonnie Matty, clapping -her tiny hands. -</p> - -<p> -"I have never told my story to anyone hereabouts -yet," said the hermit; "not even to my sonny, Creggan -Ogg. But," he added, "when ladies ask, what can I -do but obey." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, light your pipe." -</p> - -<p> -"May I?" -</p> - -<p> -"Certainly." -</p> - -<p> -The hermit smoked for a minute or two, looking -into the fire, as if to renovate his memories of the -past. -</p> - -<p> -Then he began. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap04"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER IV. -<br /><br /> -STORY OF THE SKYE CLEARINGS. -</h3> - -<p> -"I must be brief, madam," the hermit began, as he -glanced at a little "wag-at-the-wa'",[<a id="chap04fn1text"></a><a href="#chap04fn1">1</a>] "for night -comes on apace." -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap04fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap04fn1text">1</a>] A small clock, with weights and pendulum exposed, -that is hung against the wall. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"I was born, then, in Skye, and not fifty miles from -the spot where I and Creggan here now live." -</p> - -<p> -"You were born in Skye," interrupted Mrs. Nugent, -"and yet you never go on shore!" -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, madam! there is a reason for that, which I -will presently tell you. But for just one day I shall -go, I hope, before I die, and visit a green and lonesome -grave close to the cliffs where the sea-birds scream, -and where, for ever and for aye, one can hear the -moan of the waves—the sweet, sad song of the sea. -</p> - -<p> -"I was born in a beautiful glen, and down near to -the beach was my father's cottage, only one of many -that clustered here and there, forming a village -without either street or lane, and more like the towns one -sees in Madagascar than anything else. We were all -poor enough, goodness knows, but still we were happy. -Our farms were mere crofts, and we tilled only the -tops of the ridge with the wooden plough, or what is -called the crooked spade. We paid but little rent, it is -true, but our wants were easily satisfied. We were -called lazy by visitors who in summer passed through -the glen. We were not. For well we knew that if we -improved our land as some did, the grasping landlord -would at once raise our rent. -</p> - -<p> -"We were—and many Skyemen are to this day—in -a condition of serfdom. The old feudal system still -existed, and we had even to leave our own corn -standing until we cut down and stooked that on the -minister's large and beautiful glebe. For this we -received nothing, and often before we were finished -at the manse, a wild, wet storm would come on and -our own little patches of grain would be spoiled. -</p> - -<p> -"So far was feudalism carried, that the first and -choicest of the fish we caught, whether mullet or saith -or codling, had to be given to the minister, and the best -of the crabs and lobsters also. In return for this the -minister visited the sick, with medicine in his -pocket—salts and senna or a nauseous pill. But he never -brought food. And many an old man or woman, aye, -and many an innocent child died, not of disease, but of -sheer starvation, although the minister's barns and -stackyards, and the landlord's also, were full to -overflowing. -</p> - -<p> -"It was not from choice that we dwelt in those -windowless huts, with a raised stone in the centre, -around which the fire was built, with simply a hole -in the roof to let out the eye-racking smoke when -it chose to go. -</p> - -<p> -"But in dark, dreary winters those roof-holes not -only permitted a little smoke to escape, but the snow to -drift in. The soft, powdery snow also sifted in under -the door, and through the apertures in the eaves which -did duty as windows. -</p> - -<p> -"It was no uncommon thing for some of these huts -to be entirely buried in the snow. When one or two -neighbours escaped they dug the rest out. For water -we often had to melt the snow. -</p> - -<p> -"Food? Well, madam, in summer we were not so -badly off; we had oatmeal and fish and a herring -harvest. But in some icy winters, when we couldn't -launch a boat, and when fishing from the rocks was -useless, as the mullet refused to bite, we lived -principally on oatmeal—often bad at the best,—and limpets -that we gathered from the great black rocks when the -tide was back. They are poor eating, but we gathered -dulse from the boulders, roasted it with a red-hot -poker, and ate it with the limpets. At every door you -would have seen a large pile of empty limpet-shells, -that told of the poverty within. -</p> - -<p> -"My father's hut was one of two rooms. Our two -cows were turned into one at night and we occupied -the other. There were many other huts with two -rooms and a cow, or perhaps more than one. Often -the dividing partition between the cow's room and the -family apartment was but a few ragged old Highland -plaids hung upon a rope. -</p> - -<p> -"They used to say that the breath of the kine and -the smoke were healthy, and kept us all strong and -hardy. Well, as a boy I preferred the fresh air. I -got plenty of this, because every day it was my duty -to collect all the cattle in the village, after they had -been milked, and, assisted by two honest collie dogs, -drive them far away to the uplands for pasture. -Would you believe it, madam, that even this privilege -was finally taken from us, and there being but little -herbage in the glen, many of us had to take our cows -to Portree and sell them? Yes, our homes were -miserable enough; but still they were homes, and we -dearly loved them—loved the seas that swept the -craggy shores, loved the green braes, the rocks and -cliffs, and the grand old hills that frowned brown -o'er all the scene. For home is home, be it ever so -humble. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, I grew up to manhood. Both father and -mother were now dead, and when one day the neighbours -saw me and some friends start building a better -sort of hut, they smiled to each other, nodded and -winked. They knew what was coming. True enough, -for I loved sweet Mary Gray as I believe only -Highlanders can love. I won't bother you with this part -of my history. But I just went on building my house. -You see it was like this, madam. Many of the lads of -the glen went every year to the herring-fishery at -Peterhead, and thus we saved a little money; why, I -even got real glass windows from Portree, and had a -real chimney in my hut, chairs, and a good bed. I -built also a byre for my two cows, so that I was -considered the richest man in the glen. -</p> - -<p> -"Then one day Mary and I got married, and I'm -sure that when we were settled in our home there was -no more happy couple in all the glen, or in any other -glen. I had no ambition then. I only wanted to live -and die in our cottage by the sea. And I used to take -down my fiddle, a gift from an Englishman whom I -had saved from drowning, and sing over it such love -ditties as this." -</p> - -<p> -And the hermit played: -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "O, whar was ye sae[<a id="chap04fn2text"></a><a href="#chap04fn2">2</a>] late yestreen,<br /> - My bonnie Jeannie Gray?<br /> - Your mither missed you late at e'en,<br /> - And eke at break o' day."<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - * * * * * * * *<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Dear sister, sit ye doon by me,<br /> - And let nae body ken,<br /> - For I hae promised late yestreen<br /> - To wed young Jamie Glen."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap04fn2"></a> -[<a href="#chap04fn2text">2</a>] To English boys. 'Sae' and 'hae' are pronounced 'say' and 'hay', -and in all Scotch words ending in '-ae' the 'ae' sounds like 'ay'. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"Well, time wore on; a year and a half—Oh, what a -happy time! Then a beautiful child saw the light of -day, and our joy was trebled. But about three months -after this came a bolt from the blue—an order that -every man, woman, and child was to clear out of the -glen. -</p> - -<p> -"We would have a free passage to America, but the -glen was wanted as a sheep-farm. -</p> - -<p> -"What wailing and anguish there was now in every -hut and hamlet! -</p> - -<p> -"But the men were furious. They would take no -notice of the cowardly edict. They could not, would -not, leave their Highlands. -</p> - -<p> -"Another month went past, and then half a dozen -men from Portree arrived with summonses and -delivered them. These long blue letters were torn from -their hands, rent in pieces, and thrown fluttering on -the breeze. The men tried to use their sticks. There -was a battle, but a brief one. The minions of an -unjust law were soundly thrashed, and two were -thrown into a pond. They were glad to get away -with their lives, I think. -</p> - -<p> -"Police were sent next, and a more terrible fight -ensued. Many of our brave glensmen were wounded, -but eventually this enemy also had to beat a speedy -retreat. -</p> - -<p> -"Nothing more happened for three weeks, and we -were beginning to think we should be left in the -peaceful possession of our bonnie glen. But one day, -much to our surprise, a small steamer cast anchor in -the bay, and on her deck were redcoats. Alas! I -knew now the grief had come. But still we determined -to resist to the bitter end. Bitter it was bound -to be, for it was a cold, bleak day in early winter. -</p> - -<p> -"We speedily placed heaps of stones where they -would be handiest. -</p> - -<p> -"The fight lasted till nearly darkling. We kept -well beyond reach of the fixed bayonets, and battered -the soldiers severely with stones. Again and again -the order was given to charge. But these fellows -might as well have tried to follow Highland deer on -foot as lithe and active Skyemen like us. -</p> - -<p> -"At last the order was given to fire, and two of our -poor fellows were stretched bleeding on the grass. -</p> - -<p> -"The end had come. What is a stone-armed mob -against soldiers with ball cartridge! -</p> - -<p> -"So we gave in, and I myself advanced with a -white rag tied to my stick as a flag of truce. -</p> - -<p> -"But the officer in charge was furious. He must -do his duty, he said. He had dallied too long. Out -we must turn. He would give us an hour to save any -small articles we valued, no more. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, madam, fancy the sadness of that night! -The old, the young, and the infirm were turned forth -into the bleak cold of a wind-swept glen. The sick -were carried out in blankets, and put down on the -bare green braes to die or to live. -</p> - -<p> -"Then at midnight every hamlet was fired, and the -glen was lit up by a blood-red blaze that tipped even -the distant hills with carmine, while tongues of flame, -mounting every moment higher and higher, seemed to -lick up the rolling clouds of smoke, while showers -of sparks, thick as flakes of snow in a winter's storm, -were carried far away to leeward. -</p> - -<p> -"I was dazed. I knew not what to do. I knelt -beside my poor Mary, but she spoke not. How cold -her hand was! And her face. 'Ah,' I shrieked, 'my -wife, my wife is dead!' -</p> - -<p> -"I remember nothing more. I had fainted, but in -the dusk of the morning I recovered my senses. Not -only was Mary dead, but poor baby had rolled over -her on to the grass, and there lay stark and stiff." -</p> - -<p> -Tears were trickling down the hermit's cheeks, and -it was some time before he felt fit to continue his -story. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, madam," he said, "that was a sad morning. -The people of the glen, I could just see, were all -loaded on to that steamer, which was to bear them -away, far away across the broad Atlantic. I could -hear their weeping and wailing, I could see the women -wringing their hands and the men tearing their hair -as they gazed on the land they should never see -again. The soldiers, too, were on board, and steam up. -Speedily she rounded the cape, and I was left alone -with the dead. -</p> - -<p> -"All that day I lay beside Mary and baby, and all -the next bleak, cold night. The people that crowded -in kindness to the deserted glen could not get me -to move. -</p> - -<p> -"But next day I consented to have my darlings -buried. -</p> - -<p> -"And there they lie, and my heart lies also in that -shallow grave. -</p> - -<p> -"Since then, madam, and until I came to this -island, my life has been one of constant wandering by -land and on the sea. I am a good sailor, but I have -also been gold-miner, treasure-hunter, and pearl-fisher -by turns. Anything that could give me excitement -and help me to forget was new life to me, so my -career has been a chequered one. -</p> - -<p> -"I have made a little money, and that is safe. But -at long last an indescribable longing to visit dear old -Skye seized me, and I returned to Glasgow. Here I -bought a boat, and having been offered a passage as -far as Skye in a sailing ship, which, however, did not -mean to put in there, I gladly accepted it, buying -stores, &c., and feeling that if it were possible I -should get a site for a house however humble, and -live once more near to baby's and Mary's lonely -grave. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, my heart failed me at the last moment, and -when the kindly skipper lowered my boat and stores -and bade me farewell, instead of rowing to the glen I -landed here with my parrot. And here I have been -ever since, and here I may remain, madam, till God -calls me. I am willing to live, but I am also ready to -die. -</p> - -<p> -"And my sonny here,"—he put an arm over -Creggan's shoulder as he spoke,—"who came to me -in so strange a way, and has been such comfort to -me, he, I say, must go out into life soon and see the -world. -</p> - -<p> -"Hush, lad, hush! You must have a career—you -must be a sailor! -</p> - -<p> -"Why," he added, "you may yet clear up the -mystery of your childhood. But come, children, I -fear I have saddened you;" and once more this strange -mortal put his fiddle under his chin, and dashed off -into one of the maddest, merriest airs the Nugents -had ever listened to. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Next morning all the hermits were landed, Matty -being delighted because Creggan took her, and her -only, in his skiff. -</p> - -<p> -It was a lovely day now, blue sky above and -rippling waves beneath and around, that broke in -long white lisping lines on the beach where they -landed. -</p> - -<p> -M'Ian and Creggan's two playmates, Rory and -Maggie, were delighted to see them all. Their -anxiety had been very great, for pieces of wreckage -had been washed up on the beach, and they believed -that every soul on board the lugger had perished. -They dined at the manse, and afterwards Nugent -took Creggan aside. -</p> - -<p> -"Come with me for a walk, my boy. I have something -to say to you, but I must have you all alone." -</p> - -<p> -So off they went, down along the cliffs, and at last -seated themselves on the grass, high above the blue -Minch, the summer sunshine sparkling on the sea, and -the soft summer wind perfumed with the odour of -wild thyme. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap05"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER V. -<br /><br /> -A TERRIBLE ADVENTURE. -</h3> - -<p> -Mr. Nugent sat down among the wild thyme, -and beckoned to Creggan to follow his example. -</p> - -<p> -Then he lit a huge meerschaum, and smoked in -silence for a time, gazing thoughtfully far over the -Minch at the mountains of Harris, that lay like clouds -of blue on the horizon. -</p> - -<p> -"Now boy," he said at last, "I'm a plain-spoken man. -You were instrumental in saving my life, my wife's, -and dear Matty's. How can I reward you? Not with -money, I know. You couldn't have lived so long in -Skye without being proud." -</p> - -<p> -He smiled as he spoke, afraid apparently of offending -the brave and spirited lad. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, sir, I don't want any reward at all, I only did -my duty, and the hermit has often told me that when -I clearly saw my duty, I was to go straight for it, -through thick and thin. But, sir—" -</p> - -<p> -He paused, looking shy. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, lad?" -</p> - -<p> -"You may lend me a book to read." -</p> - -<p> -Mr. Nugent took his pipe out of his mouth to -laugh aloud. -</p> - -<p> -"A book, my boy! A book for saving all our lives! -Ha, ha, ha! This is really too amusing. -</p> - -<p> -"But, tell me," he added, "what you would like to -be?" -</p> - -<p> -"Nothing at all. Just live on the island with -Daddy." -</p> - -<p> -"Nonsense, that will never do." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, sir, I suppose I must leave Daddy and Oscar, -but if I do, I shall go to sea, before the mast." -</p> - -<p> -"That will never do either. Now, your hermit -Daddy told me that he had gold, and that all was yours. -I have not very much gold, but, lad, I have influence, -much influence, and it is into the Royal Navy you must -go as a brave cadet, and if you keep up your -self-respect and never give way to temptations, I feel -certain your career will be a brilliant one. What do -you say?" -</p> - -<p> -There was a big lump in Creggan's throat, and as he -gazed across the Minch he could see his dear island -home only through a mist of tears. -</p> - -<p> -But he turned bravely round and said to Nugent: -</p> - -<p> -"Thank you, sir; I will go into the navy and try to -do my duty." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, that is spoken right manfully. Leave all the -rest to me. All you have got to do is to continue your -studies; but take plenty of open air exercise as well, -for in the service they like strong hardy boys." -</p> - -<p> -Then he shook hands with Creggan and rose to go. -</p> - -<p> -"We will be three weeks longer in this wild and -romantic island, and during that time you'll be our -guide, won't you?" -</p> - -<p> -"That I will, sir," said Creggan, his eyes all in a -sparkle now. "I'll show you everything, and Matty -can always ride on the Shetland pony. Can't she?" -</p> - -<p> -"You young rascal," replied Mr. Nugent laughing. -"I believe you have fallen in love with my little -Matty!" -</p> - -<p> -Creggan blushed, but spoke out straightforwardly. -</p> - -<p> -"I don't know about love, sir. I love Oscar and -Daddy, but I like Matty so very, very much. To be -sure she is a child; but she is pretty, and talks just -like a linnet." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, well, boy, the sea will soon drive all that out -of your noddle." -</p> - -<p> -So they parted, and soon Creggan's little skiff was -dancing over the wavelets, her prow turned towards -Kilmara. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Dear boy readers, I hope that many of you will one -day visit the Island of Wings—Skye. I've travelled -the world around, but I have never yet landed on a -wilder or more romantic island. I have no idea of -describing the grandeur of its scenery. Walter Scott -himself were he alive could not do that; but if I now -close my eyes just for a moment, it rises before me, its -mountains towering far into the blue of the skies; its -thousand-feet-high cliffs; its bonnie bosky glens; its -long stretches of heath-clad moorland; its streams; its -torrents; its castles, mostly ruins, that carry the thoughts -back and away into the long forgotten feudal past; -and, last but not least, its dark tarns or lochs, and -the awful desolation of some of its cañons. -</p> - -<p> -But independent of the wildness of its scenery, Skye -is not only a man's paradise as regards sport, but a -boy's as well, if he is fond of fishing. The dark lakes -abound in trout, and all around the island the sea is -alive with fish. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -It was not only for three weeks, but four, that the -Nugents remained on the island, and happy weeks -indeed they were to Creggan, and I'm sure to Matty also. -The bracing sea breezes that blew across the hills and -braes had heightened her colour, and she now looked -more like a fairy than ever. Only, as a rule fairies -don't ride on Shetland ponies through the bonnie -crimson heather. -</p> - -<p> -Many a dark night at sea while keeping the middle -watch, when hardly a sound was to be heard, except -now and then the nap of a great sail overhead, or the -dreary cry of some belated sea-bird, did Creggan's -thoughts revert to those days he had spent in the -Island of Wings with the Nugents. -</p> - -<p> -And when the stars were shining overhead, so big, so -clear, and so close that it seemed as if the main-truck -could touch them, the sailor-boy used to hope, aye, -and pray, that he might be spared to go back to Skye, -to see old Daddy, and to meet the Nugents—especially -Matty—once again. -</p> - -<p> -His adventures with the child were principally -among the heather or at sea in the skiff. He was so -strong a boy, and so tall and brave that neither -Nugent himself nor his wife were afraid to trust him -with the child. So, on fine days he used to row her -right away out to the hermit's isle itself, and spend -hours listening to the old man's yarns, but above all to -his music. -</p> - -<p> -Well, the two would sink baited lobster-traps in the -deep water near the towering cliffs, on which stood the -grand old castle of Duntulm. They used to go for -those lobster creels next day, and always found plenty -of shell-fish. -</p> - -<p> -Or they would fish from the boat lent them by a -fisherman, the saith leaping at times around them as -thick as rain-drops in a thunderstorm. -</p> - -<p> -But it was even more pleasant to sit on the rocks, -and fish with a white fly for mullet or herring. The -idea of angling for herring may seem a droll one to a -South Briton, but it is done nevertheless, and many is -the good haul I have made myself. -</p> - -<p> -From the place where the children used to fish, to -Nugent's little home was a good three miles' walk. -They had to pass over a chain of boulders, where wild -cats dwelt. One evening they had stayed longer -fishing than usual, and it was quite gloaming ere they -reached the stony chaos. -</p> - -<p> -Matty was trembling with fear, so Creggan threw -his plaid around her, placing her on his right hand, -because that was nearest to the sea, and not to that -cleft and precipitous mountain face where the danger -lay. Matty crept as close to the boy as she could. -</p> - -<p> -Now, Creggan usually carried a stout stick with a -pointed iron-shod end. It was well, indeed, that he -had it to-night. For they had hardly got half-way -through the chaotic mass of boulders, when the boy -saw something dark in the road ahead that made his -heart beat quicker for Matty's sake. -</p> - -<p> -The something dark sprang off the road as Creggan -and Matty slowly advanced. Indeed the child had not -seen it, for she had quite buried her head and face in -the plaid. The boy was beginning to think that the -danger was over, but he grasped his cudgel nevertheless. -Lucky for him he did so, for they had advanced -but fifty yards farther, when with an unearthly and -eldritch yell that dark something sprang at Creggan's -neck. -</p> - -<p> -It was doubtless the scent of the fish that had -excited the monster. But the lad's stout plaid saved -him. Matty had disengaged herself and stood -trembling by the roadside, while Creggan fought this -miniature tiger. -</p> - -<p> -Again and again it charged, its eyes gleaming like -yellow diamonds. Again and again the lad drove it -off. -</p> - -<p> -Victory came at last, for with one well-aimed blow -it was laid dead on the road. -</p> - -<p> -"It's all right now, Matty," cried Creggan cheerfully. -"Come on, a run will warm us." -</p> - -<p> -So it did, and they soon got clear of the "Wild Cats -Cairns", as the ugly place was called. -</p> - -<p> -But they never permitted themselves to be belated -again. -</p> - -<p> -These wild cats are still common enough in Sutherlandshire, -and the adventure I have just related is very -similar to one a boy had in that county. The cat -on this occasion sprang from a tree. The lad was -severely wounded, and although he managed to beat -the beast off he did not succeed in killing it. -</p> - -<p> -In the soft and fleshy part of the middle finger of -my left hand are still the marks of the bite of a wild -cat, with whom I had a difference of opinion. The -beast had the best of it, and I went about with my -arm slung to my head for three weeks at least. -</p> - -<p> -That ruined castle of Duntulm was a favourite -resort with the children. The donjon-keep was still -entire, and from a window, or the hole where a window -had been, one could look down over the precipice into -the deep but clear water; and Matty used to clap her -hands with joy to witness the great medusæ or -jellyfish swimming about. Very beautiful indeed they -were; some as big as a small open parasol, and fringed -with long soft legs that kicked about in the drollest -fashion. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan used to read Ossian in English to Matty, -and she would listen with open eyes to the wild and -wondrous stories, all so full of romance and war. He -knew the history of the castle too. It was at one time, -he told Matty, the head stronghold of one of the -M'Donald clans, and here dwelt the warlike chief. -But across the sea-loch was the M'Leod country, and -in his strong castle of Dunvegan dwelt the head of -the clan. This castle is still inhabitable. Between the -M'Donalds and the M'Leods was a blood feud, and -many a fearful fight was the result. -</p> - -<p> -Once the M'Donalds surprised the M'Leods in church. -They heaped up banks of peats and wood in front of -doors and windows, and burned or smothered every -man, woman, and child. But the M'Leods took a -terrible revenge, and for a long time the M'Donalds -were quiet. But a thirst for revenge still lay latent -in the breast of the Highland chief, and one day, under -the guise of friendship, he enticed M'Leod to Duntulm -Castle. When M'Leod arrived with his followers the -latter were immediately set upon and slain, and -although M'Leod himself laid about him boldly with -his broad claymore, he was eventually captured and -thrust into the donjon-keep. -</p> - -<p> -Here he was kept for nearly two days without food. -Then a trencher of salt beef was handed into him, and -a large flagon which M'Leod thought was sack—a kind -of claret. He ate heartily, then turned to the flagon -to allay his thirst. -</p> - -<p> -Alas, it contained only sea-water! -</p> - -<p> -So poor M'Leod perished miserably of thirst and -delirium. -</p> - -<p> -This is a strange story, reader, but I have every -reason to believe it is a true one. It quite entranced -little Matty, and when Creggan had finished she sighed, -looked wistfully into his face with her bonnie blue -eyes, and said: -</p> - -<p> -"Do tell us some more!" -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap06"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER VI. -<br /><br /> -IN SEARCH OF ADVENTURE. -</h3> - -<p> -Willie Nugent was as far from being what -we call a "snob" as anyone could well wish. -Looks are nothing, so long as one is pleasant and -affable, so long as the ready smile—not the artificial -one—beginning at the lips spreads upwards over the -face like morning sunrise, and so long as heart and -soul speak through a pair of kindly sympathetic eyes. -</p> - -<p> -Well, Willie Nugent was not extremely good-looking. -For my own part I do not like to see what we -called "pretty boys", because they are usually -goody-goody, namby-pamby, and affected, sometimes even -effeminate. But Willie was manly in appearance, and -so kind-hearted that I am certain he would not have -trampled on a beetle crossing his path. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan Ogg[<a id="chap06fn1text"></a><a href="#chap06fn1">1</a>] M'Vayne was at best, for the present -at all events, only a peasant boy, and had not Willie -been a bold, frank Colonial young gentleman he -might have treated Creggan with some approach to -hauteur. In his face at times, had he been a snob, -there might have been a look that said plainly enough, -"Not too near, please". -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap06fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap06fn1text">1</a>] Ogg is really a Gaelic word, and the "o" is pronounced long: -thus "Oag". It signifies "young". -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -Instead of this he noted at a glance all the good in -Creggan'a character, and, figuratively speaking, held -out to him the right hand of fellowship and <i>camaraderie</i> -from the first day they met. -</p> - -<p> -Willie was like his little sister in many of his ways, -and Creggan loved him all the more for this. -</p> - -<p> -I think that nothing cements friendship between -two boys more than a long tour on the road. Skye -isn't much of a place for cycling, you must know. -If you attempted to cross country your bike would -be just as often on your back as beneath you, and -there is a probability that a dive over a precipice -might end your earthly career. But there is no -grander country in which to travel that I know of, -even if you do not climb the mountains, many of -which, however, are all but inaccessible, even to -members of Alpine clubs. -</p> - -<p> -So one beautiful summer day, when a wavy transparency -like molten glass or the clearest of water -seemed rising from the ground, when the sky was -ethereal-blue, with here and there just the ghost of -a cloud, and a gentle breeze blowing from far over the -wide Atlantic, Willie and Creggan, with their knapsacks -on their backs and sticks in their hands, started -to explore the land. Of course Matty had a good cry, -and kissed both boys. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh," she cried, in semi-Scriptural language, "don't -let any naughty evil beast devour you!" -</p> - -<p> -Away the lads went, their hearts as light and -joyous as that of the laverock[<a id="chap06fn2text"></a><a href="#chap06fn2">2</a>] yonder, who, hovering -high in the brightness of the sky, so high that he -could hardly be seen, trilled his jubilant morning -song. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap06fn2"></a> -[<a href="#chap06fn2text">2</a>] Scottice="lark", but a much more musical word. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -Creggan had on his very best Highland costume, -the suit he wore every Sunday to kirk, and Willie -was neatly clad in strong Scotch tweed, so neither -were likely to suffer from the dews of night should -they be belated. -</p> - -<p> -They bent their steps first to the bonnie wee village -of Uig that nestles close to the loch, an arm of the -sea. And here they had an excellent second breakfast, -and much enjoyed the well-cooked mullet, the -delicious ham and eggs—the latter those of the -seagulls,—and the butter and white crisp cakes. -</p> - -<p> -They had tea. -</p> - -<p> -The landlady was good-hearted evidently. -</p> - -<p> -"And is it," she said, "is it that you won't be taken -just a thistleful[<a id="chap06fn3text"></a><a href="#chap06fn3">3</a>] of mountain-dew to make your meal -digest?" -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap06fn3"></a> -[<a href="#chap06fn3text">3</a>] A glass shaped like a thistle. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -But the boys only laughed and shook their heads. -</p> - -<p> -The sea out yonder was very blue and still to-day, -but while Willie was gazing away across it, somewhat -pensively perhaps, suddenly first one then another and -a third great fountain of snow-white spray was thrown -about twenty feet into the air. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, look, look, Creggan! What can it be?" -</p> - -<p> -"Only the blowing whales," our young hero -replied. "They are always about. And there are -always plenty of seals about the low rocks, but I -never shoot them, because they are so beautiful, and -have eyes that look through and through you." -</p> - -<p> -In their march across a long heathy moorland on -their way to Quiraing, for the first time in his life -Willie Nugent had the pleasure of seeing a real -Scottish eagle. He was wheeling round and round in -circles, but ever upwards, as if he would seek to reach -the sun itself, and ever and anon his wild whistling -scream made hills and rocks resound. -</p> - -<p> -"There now," cried Creggan, pointing skywards, -"that isn't a lark this time. And that isn't a lark's -song." -</p> - -<p> -"No," said Willie, gazing wonderingly up at the -huge bird. -</p> - -<p> -He added: -</p> - -<p> -"I think I should like to be an eagle. Is it true -they take babies to their nests?" -</p> - -<p> -"They build," said Creggan, "on shelves of rock, -that in some parts here rise sheer up from the sea -a thousand feet or more. Their nests are huge -bundles of sticks, built as a wild pigeon arranges -her nest, and in the centre is often moss, hay, and -feathers. These are called eeries. Men or big boys -have sometimes been let down by ropes to rob these -of their yellow, fluffy, red-throated gaping fledglings; -but Mr M'Ian says it is very cruel, and highly -dangerous. Once, when a man went down like this -and stood on the eerie, where whole skeletons of lambs -lay bleaching in the sun, and many other strange -bones as well, the she-eagle with a deafening scream -dashed at him. He managed to beat her off, and the -fight for a time was fearful. He signalled soon to be -hauled up, but hardly was he in the air before the -eagle swooped down again. This time she tore at the -rope, and—oh! wasn't it awful, Willie?—it snapped, -and the man was hurled down, down eight hundred -feet into the sea." -</p> - -<p> -"Terrible!" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes. But though his body was found it was a -headless trunk, for in his descent, you know, and -when about half-way down, a piece of sharp rock cut -the head clean off; and they do say that when well -out to sea you can see the bleached skull, if you have -a good glass, grinning on that shelf of rock."[<a id="chap06fn4text"></a><a href="#chap06fn4">4</a>] -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap06fn4"></a> -[<a href="#chap06fn4text">4</a>] The same kind of accident occurred to a shepherd in Skye, -who had fallen over a precipice while trying to save a lamb. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -They went on now. -</p> - -<p> -Not only was the moorland covered with moss and -green heather, but many charming wild flowers were -scattered about, with here and there patches of -sweetly-scented bog-myrtle and white downy toad's-tail, -and the whole place was musical with the song of -tit-larks and linnets. -</p> - -<p> -They climbed that day high up into the crater of -the extinct volcano Quiraing. Right in the centre is a -round raised green plot, big enough to drill a company -of soldiers on. At one side the wall of rock is black, -wet, and solid, but at the other it is split up into -needles, higher far than Cleopatra's on the Thames -embankment, and between these, to-day, the boy-adventurers -could catch glimpses of a sea of Italian blue, -dotted here and there with many a sail, snow-white or -brown. -</p> - -<p> -To gaze on such a scene as this, in a silence so dread -that you could hear the water dropping from the -rocks, is very impressive; but like everything solemn -and beautiful in nature, I think it brings one into closer -union with God. -</p> - -<p> -Having slid down about five hundred feet through -a chaos of shingle, the boys completed the descent on -firm ground, and then bent their footsteps back to Uig. -They were tired enough to sleep soundly after a capital -supper, and next day they crossed the loch to visit the -land of the M'Leods, and the grand old feudal castle of -Dunvegan. -</p> - -<p> -And so, on and on and on for many days, by moor -and mount and fell, and by many a brown and lonesome -tarn, the boys wandered. They cared not either -to fish or to collect specimens. Amidst such scenery -and surroundings, in the glad sunshine and bracing -air, to live was sufficient happiness. -</p> - -<p> -I cannot say they had any wild adventures worth -the name. They saw many huge heather snakes -curled up in the sunshine asleep, but passed them -by. -</p> - -<p> -Once when on a moorland, they felt very hungry -and there was no house near. But after walking a -mile or two farther, a shepherd's hut hove in sight -There was no one inside except the comely wife of -the shepherd, who was away on the hills with his -flocks. -</p> - -<p> -But this woman was as kindly as comely, and -regaled the lads with pea-meal bannocks and creamy -milk. Willie averred it was the best meal ever he -sat down to. Nor would the good lady accept even -sixpence for her hospitality. -</p> - -<p> -They bade her good-bye. -</p> - -<p> -"The nearest road," she said in Gaelic, "is across that -grassy moor. It would save three miles, but it is -swarming with adders. I advise you to go round." -</p> - -<p> -But the saving of those three miles tempted the lads, -and they took to the grassy moor. The patch altogether -was barely two hundred yards across. The grass was -longish, withered and dry, and they soon found to -their dismay that it literally swarmed with vipers. It -was the home of the viper, and the viper was at home. -They heard them in their hundreds rustling about, and -they saw them too. But the lads would not show the -white feather. To walk across, however, would have -increased the danger. So they took to their heels and -ran, as barefooted boys do when passing across a field -of low white clover, with bees in thousands on it. -The bees haven't time to sting, and in this case the -vipers hadn't time to bite even if trampled on. -</p> - -<p> -"That's a sweater!" said Willie, when they landed -safe on bare ground. -</p> - -<p> -"I'll go round by the road next time," said Creggan -laughing. -</p> - -<p> -However, all is well that ends well, so they went on -their way rejoicing. -</p> - -<p> -It wasn't the first time that Creggan, young though -he was, had made a walking tour in Skye, so he made -an excellent guide for his friend. -</p> - -<p> -Near to the wildest scenery of Scavaig, Coruisk, -and the Cuchullin mountains, they lived for a day or -two at a hotel that was palatial. Almost too much -so, indeed, for simple Creggan's taste. He was not -accustomed to carpeted rooms and silver forks, so -he told Willie. He was at home in a moorland, he -said, but not among lords and ladies dressed in silk -and satin. -</p> - -<p> -But Willie only laughed, and did all he could to put -him to rights, and to teach him the manners and -customs of polite society, both at table and in the -drawing-room. -</p> - -<p> -However, Creggan sighed like a steam-engine—a -sigh of relief, however,—when he found himself once -more in the cosy parlour of an old-fashioned glen -inn. -</p> - -<p> -"This is true pleasure, Willie," he said. -</p> - -<p> -"Well," answered Willie, "I'm not shy, you know. -I am as much at home in an old farmer's house as -in a nobleman's drawing-room. Always keep cool, -Creggan. Don't imagine people are staring at you -in particular, and if ladies in society say pretty things -to you or praise you up, don't get hysterical, for they -never mean it." -</p> - -<p> -Creggan laughed. -</p> - -<p> -"Sometimes," continued Willie, "I am asked to sing -or recite. By people who don't know me, I mean. -They say, 'Now, Master Nugent, I'm sure you can -favour us with a song, or a recitation'. 'Most -certainly', I reply, and do both; but as I sing like a crow -and recite like a hen that has just dropped an egg, -they never ask me twice." -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -There were just one or two little things that marred -the pleasure of this wild and delightful tour. They -were indeed little, but very wicked. First there were -the midges. Among the bushes or in a garden in the -glens, there is no going out of doors of an evening -without muslin over one's face. If one neglects this, -the face will be bitten all over, till it resembles badly -pickled cabbage. -</p> - -<p> -Then the gnats or mosquitoes are very venomous. -Centipeds abound in some parts, great healthy -greenish-brown brutes, and if they bite you in a -tender part, it is nearly as bad as a snap from an -adder. In the dark you may see these fellows -hurrying through the short grass like miniature -railway-trains, all aglow with a phosphorescence that -streams out from both sides of them. Centipeds are -nasty persons and have more legs than they know -what to do with. -</p> - -<p> -Away up on the moorlands, however, you don't find -these things; only daddy-long-legs in millions in -August. They are so tame that they are troublesome. -Their favourite seat is a-straddle of one's -nose. -</p> - -<p> -"Give us a ride old chap," they seem to say. "I'm -going the same way as you." -</p> - -<p> -I believe myself that the best plan is to leave the -duddy on your nose, though I confess it looks funny; -but, as certain as sunrise, if you knock one off another -gets on. So what are you to do? -</p> - -<p> -Well, at long last the two young tourists, somewhat -dusty and tired, and sadly in need of clean collars, bore -round to Portree. -</p> - -<p> -Here they rested one night. -</p> - -<p> -Portree is a nice little town, and the people are -kind and obliging. But there is a herring there, -and you can scent him, either in boats or reclining -in a frying-pan, wherever you go. -</p> - -<p> -I forget how many miles it is from Portree round -the northern portion of the island to Duntulm Castle. -Perhaps thirty. The boys hired a boat to take them -round, and a more delightful row or grander rock-and-mountain -scenery it would indeed be difficult to conceive. -</p> - -<p> -Willie wondered to see the tartan rocks, but he -wondered still more to see a waterfall shoot right -over a cliff many hundreds of feet in height, so that -you could have sailed a boat between the rock and -the linn, and hardly get wet even with the spray. -</p> - -<p> -There are no such sunsets anywhere in Britain as -there are in Skye. This evening the sun went down -in a glory of crimson, gray, and orange, which it is -impossible to describe. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Matty could not have been more rejoiced to see -Creggan had he been away for a year. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, I is glad you've comed!" she cried, jumping on -his knee with childish abandon. -</p> - -<p> -Then in the starlight, Creggan launched his skiff -and rowed swiftly away across a heaving waveless sea, -to where the beacon burned afar on his own little island -home of Kilmara. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap07"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER VII. -<br /><br /> -LOST IN A HIGHLAND MIST. -</h3> - -<p> -Soon now the scene must change, and we shall find -ourselves afloat on the dark blue sea, and taking -part in adventures far more thrilling than any that -could possibly be met with even in the wild Island of -Wings itself. I have said that, when not fishing or -boating with Matty, Creggan used to be guide to -Mr. Nugent and show him all the sights. In these devious -wanderings both rode, when the ground permitted it, -Nugent on a pretty bay mare, Creggan on a daft little -Shetland pony, who sometimes pitched him off and -then rolled on him. Only play certainly, but play -may be a trifle rough at times. -</p> - -<p> -For example, I was walking—in full uniform—one -day in a lonely part of the city of Zanzibar. Well, -just as I entered one end of a rather narrow lane -a camel entered the other. There wasn't a soul in -the street but our two selves. -</p> - -<p> -"There is plenty of room to pass," I said to myself. -So on I went, and on came the camel, with his head half -a mile in the air (more or less). When we met about -the centre, instead of nodding to me in a friendly way -and saying "<i>Yambo sana</i>" (good luck to you), he -snuffed the air, grinned, uttered a little scream and -made straight for me. I thought my hour had come. -He didn't bite, however—he did worse. He crunched -me against the wall and turned me right round. Oh, -how I ached! For the next hour or two I felt as flat -as a pancake. I have never trusted camel or dromedary -since. -</p> - -<p> -But just one little adventure before we leave dear -old romantic Skye—for a time, at all events. -</p> - -<p> -It was early morning. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan had just finished a homely but delicious -breakfast of mullet, crisp oat-cakes with butter, and -sea-gulls' eggs, and after bidding Daddy good-bye, had -launched his skiff, and with faithful Oscar in the -bows might have been seen speeding shorewards over -a blue but somewhat uncertain sea. -</p> - -<p> -"Might have been seen," I said. Yes, and was seen. -For look yonder, a tiny tottie of a child high on the -cliff-top waving a white handkerchief to him. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan replies, and at once Matty disappears. She -is making a somewhat perilous descent a-down the -high cliff, which here is of grass and rock commingled. -She is there on the beach to meet Creggan and his collie -doggie nevertheless. And now after the usual affectionate -greetings she scrambles into the skiff, and, with -reason or none, the lad has to take her for a little row. -</p> - -<p> -They are soon on shore again, for Creggan has -promised to guide Mr. Nugent far over the mountains, -in order that he may make some additions to his -collection of Skye flora. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, welcome, Creggan lad!" he cried, as the latter, -hand in hand with Matty, came up the little path that -led to the bungalow. "What do you think of the -weather, my child of the ocean wave?" he added -merrily. For despite the severe style of his whiskers -he could be right merry when he liked. -</p> - -<p> -"I don't quite like it," answered Creggan dubiously. -</p> - -<p> -"And why, lad?" -</p> - -<p> -"Well, sir, you see it is nine now, and the hills -haven't taken their night-caps[<a id="chap07fn1text"></a><a href="#chap07fn1">1</a>] off yet. That is one -thing. Then the sea is a bit lumpy, and every now and -then comes a puff, making big cat's-paws on it." -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap07fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap07fn1text">1</a>] The morning mist on the mountain-tops is so called. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"Well, lad, I start in two days' time for the tame, -domestic south of England, so if you are willing I'll -venture." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh," answered Creggan flushing a little, "I'm -ready, sir, aye ready!" -</p> - -<p> -"Bravo!" -</p> - -<p> -Willie and his mother were off to Portree, so poor -Matty would have a lonesome day with only the -servants to amuse her. The journey would have been -too much for Matty at any rate. After a second -breakfast at eleven o'clock they started. One, by the -by, can always eat two breakfasts in Skye, just as I -do while travelling in my caravan, "The Wanderer". -</p> - -<p> -Oscar went with them of course. Oscar went -everywhere. And so much did Creggan love the dog, -that his heart beat high and the tears sprang to his -eyes when he thought that in about six months' time -they would have to part. -</p> - -<p> -And who can blame one for loving a dog? -</p> - -<p> -Right happy were Mr. Nugent and Creggan as they -set out over the moor towards the mountains that -forenoon, while Oscar ran on in front barking for joy, -sometimes starting a bird, and actually pretending to -jump after it into the sky. -</p> - -<p> -"If I only had bits of wings," he appeared to say, -"I'd soon catch that quack-quacking old duck." -</p> - -<p> -The hills had by this time thrown off their nightcaps -and were fully awake, but the wind seemed on -the increase, blowing in uncertain squalls, then dying -away again into a calm. This is always an ugly sign. -Besides, there was a nasty bank of "sugar-loaf clouds", -as Creggan called them, rising slowly in the west. -Nor did Creggan like the appearance of them, and -said so to Mr. Nugent. -</p> - -<p> -"Never meet troubles half-way, my lad," was the -answer. "For troubles, you know, are never quite so -bad when they do come as we imagined they would -be. The cloud approaching the moon is black and -dark, but lo! when it gets in front the light shines -through." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, sir," said Creggan, "I shall always try to -think of that, but I myself do not mind storms. -I was thinking of lonely Matty's father if we get -lost." -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Creggan had a botanical case slung over his shoulder -and Nugent a much larger one. This latter contained -the luncheon. -</p> - -<p> -They collected a large number of specimens on an -upland moor they reached about one o'clock. Many -of these were well-known to the boy, but he could -only give Gaelic and English names to them. -</p> - -<p> -Now, in a mountainous or Alpine region like that -of Skye, however high you climb it seems there are -still higher hills ahead of you. By three o'clock -Creggan suggested that they should not go farther. -</p> - -<p> -It was good advice, for the sea-damp wind from the -west was increasing every minute, while away to the -east the moisture had already condensed against the -cold sides of the lofty hills, and here the wind was -blowing high, sweeping before it a genuine Scotch -mist. -</p> - -<p> -Very few people in England have any idea what -a real Scotch mist means. Some think it is a fog, -some a drizzle. It is neither. It is rain broken up -into mist by the violence of the wind, and driven -along the sides of the hills or valleys in intermittent -clouds. It is searching, bitter, miserable, and will not -only wet an Englishman to the skin in five minutes, -but will penetrate even the plaid of a Scot. -</p> - -<p> -They now sat down to luncheon. It was a very -sumptuous one, for Nugent was nothing if not a good -and generous eater. As he discussed his meal he -talked away right merrily, and told Creggan scores of -humorous and other anecdotes of colonial life and -adventure. So delightful were these that Creggan -said he longed to be there. -</p> - -<p> -"If," he continued, "I could only take poor Oscar." -</p> - -<p> -"Look here, my boy; Oscar is young, isn't he?" -</p> - -<p> -"Only two, sir." -</p> - -<p> -"And you love him?" -</p> - -<p> -"Very, very much." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, I have a deal more influence than I care to -boast about. So, after you have passed through the -<i>Britannia</i>, if you are appointed to a small ship, as -you most likely will be, I'll see to it that Oscar and -you shall not be parted." -</p> - -<p> -Creggan's joy was so great that for a few moments -he dared not trust himself to speak. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, thank you, thank you, sir!" he said at last; -and then Oscar had an extra hug, for a load had been -lifted off his master's mind. -</p> - -<p> -While talking thus they did not observe a bank of -rolling fog creeping gradually up the hillside. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan saw the danger first and sprung to his -feet. -</p> - -<p> -"We must hurry, sir; it is a fearful thing to be -lost in the mist all among the lonely mountains. -</p> - -<p> -"If we hurry, though," he added, "I think we can -reach old Donald Clearach's cottage before the mist -gets near us." -</p> - -<p> -All sail was now made downwards and homewards. -But this meant meeting the mist! -</p> - -<p> -In less than an hour, and while only a mile from -the shepherd's hut, they were enveloped in so dense -a fog that even Oscar was puzzled. Donald's hut -stood on a bit of moorland, that, though far above the -level of the sea, afforded excellent pasture for the -sheep he tended. -</p> - -<p> -Well, it is far more confusing to walk in a fog like -this than in the dark of the darkest night, for one -speedily loses his bearings, and owing to the muscles -of the right side of the body being stronger than -those of the left, the person who is lost usually walks -round in a circle. -</p> - -<p> -"What's to be done, boy?" said Nugent uneasily. -</p> - -<p> -"Nothing, sir, but wrap our plaids about us and -wait. Even Oscar could not guide us now." -</p> - -<p> -Mr. Nugent smiled faintly, lit his pipe, and sat -down. -</p> - -<p> -The wind now began to get higher and higher, but -it had no visible effect upon the fog. -</p> - -<p> -The time went on and on, oh! so slowly, although -Nugent continued to talk and tell of far-off lands -beyond the seas. -</p> - -<p> -Six o'clock, seven, eight o'clock, came and passed. -But still no change. Creggan had a splendid plaid, and -his companion a stout coat of frieze, but the wet, cold -mist that went curling round their necks made them -shiver and shudder. -</p> - -<p> -"Is it not possible to proceed, lad?" -</p> - -<p> -"No sir; we are on level ground now, you see, and -we should only go round and round and further -astray. We might fall into a wild-duck pond and -get drowned. Even if we were on a hillside, though -we could descend, we might go astray and tumble -over a precipice." -</p> - -<p> -"You speak like an old man—wisely," said -Mr. Nugent. "Well, anyhow we can have supper. That -will warm us." -</p> - -<p> -By the time they had finished it was dark. -</p> - -<p> -The darkness soon grew dismal. Not a star would -shine to-night, except far away beyond the clouds. -It was pleasant, though, to think and know that the -stars and moon were there. -</p> - -<p> -Both now remained silent for a very long time. -Their faculties were quite benumbed with the cold. -</p> - -<p> -Then Nugent lay back. -</p> - -<p> -"Are you going to sleep, sir?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, just forty winks." -</p> - -<p> -"No, no, no! I cannot let you, for many and many a -man lost on the moors as we now are has been found -stark and stiff when the mist cleared away, just because -of falling asleep." -</p> - -<p> -His companion, now thoroughly aroused to a true -sense of his danger, tried to pull himself together. He -even tried to tell more stories, but his teeth were -chattering in his head, and his lips were all but frozen. -He could not. -</p> - -<p> -Soon after there was a wild blood-curdling eldritch -yell heard, that startled both. -</p> - -<p> -"Heavens! what is it?" cried Nugent. -</p> - -<p> -Something dark rushed past next moment at their -very feet. It was a wild cat, and Oscar jumped up to -pursue it, but Creggan quickly caught him by the -collar. -</p> - -<p> -"No, Oscar, no. I might never see you more, and -you're going to sea with me, you know." -</p> - -<p> -Another long dreary hour passed, perhaps two. -Both were now resigned to their fate. They must -spend the night on the moor. -</p> - -<p> -Even Creggan himself began to nod. -</p> - -<p> -Suddenly Oscar sprang up and uttered a short -defiant or challenging bark. -</p> - -<p> -And lo! not far off, a light appeared glimmering -hazily through the dismal fog, and a spectre-like figure, -so magnified by the mist that it seemed to reach -from earth to heaven, slowly approached. -</p> - -<p> -"Is it that there is any-pody here at all at all -whatefer?" -</p> - -<p> -Once more Oscar barked, but it was with a ring of -joy and pleasure. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Donald, is that yourself?" -</p> - -<p> -"To be surely, boy, to be surely; and is it you, my -dear lad Creggan?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, I am so glad you've come! This is my friend -Mr. Nugent, and we're lost, you know." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, well, well, but it isn't long lost you'll be -whatefer. Sure I know the sheepies' tracks, and can -guide you safely to my hut. -</p> - -<p> -"Ay," he continued, "and it's as dead as braxie you'd -have been 'fore mornin' if I hadn't been out lookin' -for a sheepie." -</p> - -<p> -How gladly they followed him need not be told, -and how delighted they were to find themselves seated -once more in front of a fire of wood and peats. -</p> - -<p> -Donald hastened to make supper—oatmeal porridge -and milk. Though eaten from caups[<a id="chap07fn2text"></a><a href="#chap07fn2">2</a>] and with horn -spoons, Nugent told the old shepherd that he had -never supped more sumptuously in his life. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap07fn2"></a> -[<a href="#chap07fn2text">2</a>] Round, strong, wooden bowls. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -Then Donald himself sat down, and while the two -collies fraternized in a corner, the men folks had a long -and enjoyable conversation. -</p> - -<p> -Donald next made "shake-downs", or heather beds, -for both, and they slept as sound as babies. -</p> - -<p> -Early astir they were, however, and after more -porridge and milk Nugent thanked the shepherd—solidly, -and away they went down the hill with poor Donald's -blessing ringing in their ears. -</p> - -<p> -It was a bright and beautiful morning, with ne'er a -cloud in all the sky. -</p> - -<p> -What a relief for poor Mrs. Nugent when they -entered the bungalow! And innocent wee Matty must -jump up into Creggan's arms and cry for joy. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap08"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER VIII. -<br /><br /> -CREGGAN AND OSCAR. -</h3> - -<p> -"Boy, you've been crying," said the hermit one -forenoon, as Creggan jumped on shore with Oscar -from his little skiff. -</p> - -<p> -He had been rowing more slowly to-day towards his -little island home. Usually he made the skiff dance -over the water, singing as he rowed, but his arms -seemed to be lead this morning. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, Daddy," said Creggan, with an apology for a -smile, "I—I—I'm afraid that I did let a tear or two -fall. -</p> - -<p> -"I've been parting from the Nugents, you know, -and Matty would hang about my neck and cry—and -so I really couldn't help joining in for a moment. Oh, -only for a moment, Daddy! But partings are such -nasty things, aren't they?" -</p> - -<p> -The hermit put his hand on the boy's head, and -looked kindly in his sunburnt face. -</p> - -<p> -"Boy," he said, "never be ashamed to shed an honest -tear. It is nature's way of showing that the heart -is in the right place. As to partings, they are always -sad, and one of the joys of heaven will rest on the -fact that there won't be any more partings. You mind -what the hymn says:[<a id="chap08fn1text"></a><a href="#chap08fn1">1</a>] -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'A few short years of evil past,<br /> - We reach the happy shore,<br /> - Where death-divided friends at last<br /> - Shall meet to part no more'.<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap08fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap08fn1text">1</a>] <i>1 Thessalonians</i>, iv. 13 to the end. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"But come on, Creggan, and have dinner, I've -something very nice, and then I'll tell you stories. -Ah, we'll all be happy yet!" -</p> - -<p> -But Creggan had another sad grief to face that -evening. -</p> - -<p> -It will be remembered that Nugent had not only -promised to get him a cadetship for the Royal Navy—if -he could pass the examinations,—but, if appointed -to a small ship, work the oracle so that he might take -poor Oscar with him. -</p> - -<p> -Well, as the boy and his foster-father sat by the fire -with the collie between: -</p> - -<p> -"I'm so pleased you're going to the service, lad," the -hermit said. "Oh, there's nothing like a life on the -ocean wave, and I've sailed the seas so long that -dearly do I love it. I'm gladder still to think that -from the pile I made at the gold-diggings and pearl -fisheries, I can make you a comfortable allowance. -Bah! what is the dross to me, and it will be all yours -when I am gone." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, don't talk of death, Daddy; though you are -gray you are not old." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, no, I cannot as yet give myself airs about -my age, but I'm wearing on. But to business, lad. -The examination is a stiff one." -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, Daddy. But won't I study just; and I'm sure -I'll pass even in history, though I hate it. I'll read up -like fun." -</p> - -<p> -"There won't be much fun in it. But I'll coach you -in French anyhow. You are right as to age for eight -months to come. Well, of course your old Daddy will -get your outfit. And as they give no pay to cadets in -the <i>Britannia</i>, but demand £75 a year, I'll make it -£85." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, thanks, dear Daddy!" -</p> - -<p> -"Fain would I go south with you, but I shall not -leave my island for some time yet. Don't imagine I -am going to be downright unhappy,—because I sha'n't -be. Your friend Archie M'Laren will bring me all I -want off from the shore. Fishermen will often visit -me, and your minister M'Ian. Then I shall have my -fiddle, and, last but not least, our dear doggie here. -We'll both miss you, but I shall think of you every -time I gaze into his loving eyes." -</p> - -<p> -If a bomb-shell had suddenly burst over the hut it -would have had a far less stunning effect upon poor -Creggan than the hermit's last words. Would he, -after all, have to go away without his doggie? Had he -looked at Oscar for even a moment, he would have -burst out crying like a girl. -</p> - -<p> -He just gazed into the fire for a few minutes in -silence, then rose. -</p> - -<p> -"I'll be back in a very short time, Daddy," he said. -"And shall I light the beacon?" -</p> - -<p> -"Do, like a good lad." -</p> - -<p> -Creggan went out into the clear and starry -summer's night. -</p> - -<p> -A great round moon had just arisen, and was casting -a broad triangular light across the sea, the apex down -there close to the island, its base on the far-off horizon. -How calmly it shone! It seemed a holy light. But -neither moon nor the bright silvery stars could soothe -our young hero then. -</p> - -<p> -He lit the beacon almost automatically and -afterwards paced up and down for five minutes or over, -then stood by the beacon resolved and firm. -</p> - -<p> -A brave boy now—a hero, indeed! -</p> - -<p> -"I'll do it," he said half-aloud. "Oh, how I should like -to take my Oscar with me, but I shall not, cannot! -I'll suffer myself rather than let dear kind Daddy -suffer." -</p> - -<p> -He felt easier now and happier, and returned smiling -to the hut; and the hermit played and sang for an -hour at least. -</p> - -<p> -There was a kind of incubus at Creggan's heart -when he awoke next morning, and for a time he could -not quite make out what it meant. Then all at once -he remembered his doggie. The recollection came so -suddenly back to him that at first he was nearly -crying. But he jumped out of bed, and lightly dressing -went down the cliffs with Oscar to enjoy his morning -swim. -</p> - -<p> -Then back to breakfast. -</p> - -<p> -Well, you know, reader, "sorrow may endure for a -night but joy cometh in the morning". -</p> - -<p> -It did. For that very forenoon a humble friend of -Creggan's—Archie—came off in a shore-boat, bringing -a long letter for the hermit, and a childish but loving -scrawl from Matty to Creggan. He put that carefully -away, and determined to take it to sea with him. -</p> - -<p> -He certainly was a romantic boy, and this is not to -be wondered at seeing the wild life he led, the wild -scenery around him, and the voice of the sounding sea -ever changing and ever telling him something new. -</p> - -<p> -As soon as the hermit had read the letter he jumped -up and took Creggan's hand. -</p> - -<p> -"This is from Nugent, dear sonny, and he is going -to get leave to let you have Oscar with you." -</p> - -<p> -"No, no, no, no!" cried the boy. "He must stay -with you and make you happy." -</p> - -<p> -"And I say 'no, no, no!'" replied the hermit, laughing -now. "Go he shall; I have my bird, my cat, and -my violin. Oh, believe me, boy, I shall be happy -enough till you come back to see me." -</p> - -<p> -And so it was decided. -</p> - -<p> -Archie was but a crofter's son, but he was a -particular friend of Creggan's, and they used to be -constantly together before the Nugents came, fishing, -shooting, or wandering over the hills and far away. -</p> - -<p> -Archie thought that Creggan was very clever, and -laughed inordinately at all the stories he made up and -told him while they lay together on the cliff-top, where -the wild thyme grew. It was here they used to meet, -and Archie always brought his dambrod (draughts) -with him. He had made it himself, and together in -the sunshine they used to play for hours and hours. -They had no real men, only bits of carrots and parsnips -to represent the black and the white, and as Archie -was a far better player than Creggan, he always -removed a few men from his own side before the game -began. -</p> - -<p> -But Archie could play chess as well, and always -solved the problems given in the weekly papers, which -the minister kindly lent him. Creggan had no patience -with so deep a game. Life, he appeared to think, was -too short for chess. Well, so far I believe he was right, -for in studying for an exam. one wastes brain power by -playing so difficult a game. -</p> - -<p> -Poor Archie was just a year or two older than -Creggan, but over and over again, as they used to lie -together on the wild-thyme cliff, he would say with -all the ingenuousness and frankness of youth: -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Creggan, you don't know how much I love you, -and I'll just cry my heart out when you go away." -</p> - -<p> -Ay, and there wouldn't be a hut in which there -would be no sorrow, when our young hero went to sea. -</p> - -<p> -By the way, I may mention just one thing to prove -the genuineness of the old hermit's kindness. -</p> - -<p> -Archie had a brother called Rory, a tall yellow-haired -sturdy young fellow, but somewhat of a doll. -The father was dead, the two boys tilled the small -croft and tended the cows; but somehow Rory took -it into his head to enlist. Some recruiters came -marching through the parish with kilts and plumes and -ribbons fluttering in the wind, and they marched off -with Rory and some other young fellows too. -</p> - -<p> -Well, that same evening Archie met Creggan near -the manse. -</p> - -<p> -His eyelashes were wet with tears. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, man!" he cried, "what will we do? Rory has -gone off with the soldiers. Oh, come and see poor -mother!" -</p> - -<p> -Creggan went at once, and entered the hut. Such -grief he had never witnessed before. Among the ashes -by the fireside, with little on save a petticoat, sat Rory's -distracted mother, her gray hair hanging dishevelled -over her shoulders, and her body swaying to and fro -constantly in the agony of her sorrow. She was -mourning in the Gaelic. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, my son, my son! Oh, Rory, Rory, love of my -heart, my Rory! Oh, heaven look down and help me! -Rory, Rory, will I never never see you more!" -</p> - -<p> -Her face was wet with tears and covered with ashes. -</p> - -<p> -She was still sitting there when Creggan left at -eight o'clock, still swaying her body, still mourning, -mourning, and mourning. -</p> - -<p> -And when Creggan returned early next day there -was no change. -</p> - -<p> -There she sat, as she had sat all night long, among -the ashes, still swaying to and fro, still plaintively -calling for Rory. -</p> - -<p> -"Love of my heart, my Rory, will you never, never -come again?" -</p> - -<p> -Ah, but Creggan had glorious news for her. "Cheer -up, dear mother," he said, showing her shining gold, -"I am going to Portree to bring your Rory back." -</p> - -<p> -And Creggan, with the hermit's money, did buy the -foolish lad off, and Rory never left his mother more -until she was laid in the quiet churchyard beside the -blue and rolling Minch. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap09"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER IX. -</h3> - -<h3> -ON BOARD THE GUNBOAT <i>RATTLER</i>. -</h3> - -<p> -Creggan Ogg M'Vayne worked very hard indeed -to make sure of passing. I am quite certain -of one thing, that did any lad study so hard in a city, -burning perhaps the midnight oil and sitting in a -badly-ventilated, stuffy room, although at the examination -he might make quite a good show, still "his face -would be sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought". He -could not be in good health; and I have known -many a boy who, bright in intellect, was too weakly -to "pass the doctor", as it is called. -</p> - -<p> -But it was all so very different with Creggan. -</p> - -<p> -There is no more bracing or healthy island in the -world than Skye, and during the summer, and all -throughout the autumn till the "fa' o' the year", his -study was out of doors. -</p> - -<p> -On fine days it was always on that green-topped -cliff where the wild thyme grew. I verily believe, -and Creggan himself used to think so, that the song -of the sea as the waves broke lazily on the brown -weed-covered boulders, far beneath the cliff, making -a solemn bass to the musical cry of the gulls, the -kittiwakes, and skuas, helped the lad along. It lulled -him, soothed him, so that his head was always clear -and his mind never too exalted. -</p> - -<p> -City students often need a wet towel to tie around -their brows when at work. Creggan needed none -of that; his bonnet lay near him, on Oscar's ear, and -the cool and gentle breezes fanned his brow, so that -hard though his "grind" undoubtedly was his face -remained hard and brown, with a tint of carmine on his -cheeks. -</p> - -<p> -On stormy days even, he did not go indoors, for -M'Ian the minister knew the value of fresh air, and -had a kind of summer-house study built in his garden -for his son and daughter, Rory and Maggie, and -Creggan. -</p> - -<p> -Both were very fond of Creggan. In fact, being -brought up together, they were like brother and sister -to him, in a manner of speaking, and well he loved -them in return. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -But the winter itself wore away at last. And -a wild tempestuous winter it had been. There were -weeks at a time when Creggan could not leave his -little island home, for the seas that tumbled and heaved -around, and surged in foaming cataracts high up the -sides of the black and beetling cliffs, would have sunk -the stoutest boat that was ever built. -</p> - -<p> -But Creggan had not been idle for all that. There -had come a six weeks' spell of calm, clear, frosty -weather, with seldom a breath of wind or cat's-paw to -ruffle the glassy surface of the smooth Atlantic rollers. -So high were these "doldrums" at times, that when -Creggan's skiff was down in the trough of the seas as -he rowed manfully shorewards, there were long seconds -during which Rory and Maggie, watching his progress -eagerly, could not see him. -</p> - -<p> -Then, when he mounted a house-high wave, they -would rejoicingly wave their handkerchiefs to him, -and he his bonnet to them. -</p> - -<p> -Yes, winter flew far away back to the icy Arctic -regions on snow-white wings, and soft gentle spring -returned, laden with bird and bud and green bourgeon -to scatter over hill and brae and moorland. -</p> - -<p> -And next came Creggan's time to start for the far -south to face his examiners. I shall not linger over -the leave-takings. He departed with many blessings, -and many prayers would be prayed for his success. -M'Ian kindly accompanied him to Portree and saw -the steamer off. Then the boy was all alone in the -world, because for the time being he had left even -poor sad-eyed Oscar with Daddy the hermit. -</p> - -<p> -Yes, Creggan was bold enough to take the journey all -by himself—by steamer to Glasgow, by train to Leith, -and by steamer again to London. He had been recommended -to a small but comfortable hotel, and here he -took up his abode till the exam. days came round. -Of course everything in London streets was strangely -foreign to Creggan, and very confusing. He didn't -like it. The twangy jargon of the guttersnipe boys -grated harshly on his ear; the streets were thick in -greasy mud; all aloft was gloom and fog, and never -a green thing about. -</p> - -<p> -"I'll do my best to pass well," he said to himself as -he left one day to be present at the examination; -"I'll do my best to pass, but I sha'n't be sorry if I -don't." -</p> - -<p> -There were other boys trying to enter the Navy -creditably, and though many were bold, handsome -English lads, most were pale, nervous, and frightened. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -About a week afterwards Archie M'Laren's boat -might have been seen driving over the Minch towards -the island. -</p> - -<p> -The hermit knew from his face that he was the -bearer of good tidings. -</p> - -<p> -"Hurrah, sir!" he cried, waving a letter aloft. -"I've had one myself. Creggan has passed with -more marks than anybody. Aren't you joyful, sir?" -</p> - -<p> -The hermit, as he rapidly read Creggan's schoolboyish -caligraphy, was indeed too joyful to speak, -and I'm not sure but that his eyes were moist with -tears. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Before going to sea, of course, Creggan had to put -in time on board the <i>Britannia</i>, and after that to be -further examined. He was a great favourite with -the other cadets, and a noisy, joyous lot they were, -brimful of fun, commingled with a modicum of -mischief. -</p> - -<p> -At long last he was appointed to a small ship, and -this was an ironclad too. He didn't like her. This -wasn't his idea of a ship. She lay at Sheerness; and -he didn't like Sheerness either, and I never knew -anyone who did. -</p> - -<p> -But the <i>Rattler</i> was only a gunboat, and bound for -the African shores. -</p> - -<p> -Now Creggan was a brave lad, so he took a step -that few boys would have dared to take. He went to -visit Captain, or rather Commander Jeffries at his -hotel. He found that gallant gentleman lingering -over dessert. A very tall and handsome man, with -a jolly, smiling face, but exceedingly stout. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, my lad," he said, "come in and bring yourself -to anchor. You're one of the <i>Rattler's</i> middies, -aren't you?" -</p> - -<p class="capcenter"> -<a id="img-080"></a> -<br /> -<img class="imgcenter" src="images/img-080.jpg" alt=""WELL, MY LAD, YOU'RE ONE OF THE 'RATTLER'S' MIDDIES, AREN'T YOU?"" /> -<br /> -"WELL, MY LAD, YOU'RE ONE OF THE 'RATTLER'S' MIDDIES, AREN'T YOU?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, sir." -</p> - -<p> -"Have a glass of wine, my lad. No? Better without. -But what can I do for you?" -</p> - -<p> -"If you please, Captain Jeffries, I have a lovely -gentle collie dog. Can I take him to sea?" -</p> - -<p> -"I love dogs, my lad, and would gladly have your -collie. But," he paused and laughed till the glasses -rung, "a curious thing has happened. I cannot go to -sea in the <i>Rattler</i>, and another officer must be -appointed in my place." -</p> - -<p> -"May I ask, sir—" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, I'll tell you the 'why', and it is just here -where the smile comes in. I am too big to get below, -through the companion, and I couldn't remain on -deck all the cruise, you know. I've had a deal of -correspondence and red-tapery already about it. 'You -must take up your appointment', said their lordships. -I wrote a few days ago saying plainly 'I sha'n't', -adding, 'What's the use of a commander taking a ship -if he can't get more than just his legs below'." -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, sir," said Creggan smiling. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, at last they are going to appoint another -officer, and I'm sorry to tell you, my lad, that Captain -Flint, who is what we call a kind of sea-lawyer, and -pretends to know everything, hates both dogs and -music. I'm sorry for you, boy, but keep up your -spirits. Your ship won't be more than two years out, -and when you return, owing to the splendid show -I hear you made at your examinations, you'll be -entitled to apply for any ship you like, and if I'm in -England call on me and I'll put you up to the ropes. -There, good-bye. Keep up your heart, my lad, and -you'll do well." -</p> - -<p> -Creggan walked briskly and quickly towards the -pier; he was determined he would not give way for -anything. -</p> - -<p> -Just two years after this we still find the <i>Rattler</i> -cruising about the west coast of Africa, and despite its -unhealthiness there was no extra sickness on board -and no fever. -</p> - -<p> -Captain Flint was really a good sailor, but snappish -and ill-natured. He bullied everyone around him, and -often punished his men and boys severely. -</p> - -<p> -Under such a commander it is almost needless to say -that Creggan's life was not altogether a happy one. -However, he did his duty, and did it with method and -precision. He was so strong and healthy that there -was no one on board that ship who could make him -nervous. But he used to pity some of his messmates -who, though a year or two older, were smaller and less -bold than he. Both the first and second lieutenants -were real good fellows, but this little fiery-haired, -ferret-eyed commander, or skipper, as all hands plainly called -him when out of hearing, cowed even these. -</p> - -<p> -I do not suppose that Flint could help himself, and it -is always best, I think, to say all one can for even bad -men. Now, whisper—the commander's wine-cellar was -far too big for him. I do not think anybody ever saw -the little man intoxicated, on deck at all events, but -that curse of our nation—alcohol—made him crabbed -and peevish, and he did not care then whom he insulted. -</p> - -<p> -One or two instances of how Flint carried on may -serve to show my readers what a tyrant even the -commander of a Royal Navy screw gunboat may -make himself, on a lonely coast like that of the -western shores of Africa. -</p> - -<p> -Please remember that I am not depending on my -imagination for my facts, the experiences were my -own. -</p> - -<p> -The surgeon of the <i>Rattler</i>—and there was but one—for -the craft was only 800 tons, was a sturdy Scot, -who did his duty, and did not care a pin-head for -anyone. His very independence annoyed Flint. -</p> - -<p> -"I'll bring that saucy Scot to his senses," he said -one night to his first lieutenant, who was dining with -him. -</p> - -<p> -The first luff, laughing, told the doctor next morning -that he was to be brought down a peg, and asked him -how he would like it. -</p> - -<p> -The surgeon—Grant, let us call him—merely laughed -and said quietly: -</p> - -<p> -"It won't be that little skin-Flint that will do it. -Why, Lacy, I could take him up with one hand and -hold him overboard while I shook his teeth out into -the sea. I could mop up the quarter-deck with him, -then stand him on his head on the top of the capstan." -</p> - -<p> -Everyone laughed, because everyone liked the surgeon. -</p> - -<p> -But as the commander had said he would make the -surgeon haul down his flag, he determined to act, and -went to bed grinning to himself. -</p> - -<p> -The persecution began next morning. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap10"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER X. -<br /><br /> -WAR AHEAD! -</h3> - -<p> -The skipper was on the bridge near the quarter-deck -next morning, when the surgeon tripped up -the ladder, saluted, and handed him the sick-list book. -</p> - -<p> -"What!" shouted Flint. "Fifteen on the sick-list, sir, -out of a small crew like this?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, sir." -</p> - -<p> -"What's the meaning of it, sir? What's the meaning -of it? I've been in a line-of-battle ship with no more -on the list than this." -</p> - -<p> -"The cases, Captain Flint, are chiefly coast ulcer. I -do my duty, sir, and it will go hard with anyone who -denies it. And it is also my duty, sir, to inform you, -that if you continue to get into red-faced rages, -like that from which you are now suffering, you will -before long have a fit of apoplexy." -</p> - -<p> -"When I want your valuable advice, Dr. Grant, I -will send for you." -</p> - -<p> -"Thank you, Captain Flint. Delighted, I'm sure!" -</p> - -<p> -The captain took a turn up and down the bridge. -</p> - -<p> -Then returning to the charge: -</p> - -<p> -"Is there any hygienic measure you could suggest -for the removal of this ulcer plague?" he roared. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, yes, the place where the sick lie is as hot and -stuffy as the stoke-hole. I'd like screen-berths on -deck." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, well, have my quarter-deck by all means!" -</p> - -<p> -The commander was talking sarcastically now, of -course. -</p> - -<p> -But the surgeon's chance had come. -</p> - -<p> -"Thank you, sir," he cried, laughing in spite of -himself. Then he wheeled, and was down below before -Flint had time to utter another word. -</p> - -<p> -Now, the little man dearly loved his quarter-deck. -He was king there; a sea-king and monarch of all he -surveyed. Well, he was in the habit of taking a -sleep-siesta every afternoon, as soon as luncheon was over. -And this was the surgeon's time. He got the carpenter -and his mate to remove their shoes, and put up the -screen-berths and hang the hammocks as silently as -moles work. Then the worst cases were got up and -put to bed. -</p> - -<p> -It was really very nice for them, because they could -look at the blue sparkling sea, get fresh air, and watch -everything that went on around them. When the -skipper came on deck, he was fain to catch hold of a -stay to prevent himself from falling. So at least the -quarter-master said. But he himself had given the -order, and as the surgeon had obeyed it, nothing could -now be done. -</p> - -<p> -Two days after was the Sabbath, and before divisions -the commander and first lieutenant, accompanied by -Surgeon Grant, walked round the ship and down below -to inspect. As usual, those of the sick who could -stand were drawn up in single file. Now, the skipper -ought to have asked the surgeon, not the men, about -their complaints, only Flint was still intent on bringing -the doctor low. -</p> - -<p> -"What's the matter with you, my man? And what -is the surgeon giving you?" -</p> - -<p> -"It is my business to answer that question, sir," -said the surgeon angrily. -</p> - -<p> -"I'm not talking to you, doctor." -</p> - -<p> -Grant said nothing. He simply lifted his cap, -wheeled about and walked on deck. -</p> - -<p> -His flag wasn't down yet. -</p> - -<p> -The war went on. -</p> - -<p> -Next morning a boy was, by the captain's orders, -introduced to the gunner's daughter for some trifling -offence. This means that without being undressed, a -boy is tied breast-downwards to a gun, and in this -position receives a rope's-ending. -</p> - -<p> -The doctor was walking the quarter-deck laughing -and chatting with a messmate, when the commander -advanced. -</p> - -<p> -"Surgeon Grant," he said, "attend to that boy's -flogging." -</p> - -<p> -Now, if a real flogging[<a id="chap10fn1text"></a><a href="#chap10fn1">1</a>] or "flaying match" had to be -played, and a man—guilty of some great crime—was -stripped to the waist and tied to the rigging to receive -four dozen with the cat, not only the doctor, in cocked -hat and lashed to his sword, but all the officers and -crew as well would have to be piped up to witness -this fearful punishment. But it was no part of the -surgeon's duty to attend a boy's birching. That -indeed would have been <i>infra dig</i>. So, on this occasion -the surgeon simply gave Flint a haughty stare, then -continued his conversation. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap10fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap10fn1text">1</a>] Flogging is now done away with in our Navy. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"Why, this is insubordination, sir! I've a good mind -to put you under arrest." -</p> - -<p> -Then, as the bo's'n's mate expressed it, "the doctor's -dander riz". But he kept his temper. -</p> - -<p> -"Captain Flint," he said, "you can put me under -arrest if you please, but I shall not lower the dignity -of a profession which is as honourable as yours by -attending a boy's rope's-ending." -</p> - -<p> -The commander stamped and paused. -</p> - -<p> -"I'll—I'll—" he began. -</p> - -<p> -"Now, now, now," cried the surgeon, "you'll have a -fit! I warn you, sir. You're short-necked, sir, and -excitable, and if—" -</p> - -<p> -He got no further. -</p> - -<p> -"Confound you, sir, I'll pay you out for this!" -</p> - -<p> -Then he rushed below. -</p> - -<p> -But there was nothing done about it. Flint simply -nursed his wrath to keep it warm. -</p> - -<p> -One day, some time after this, the ship grounded on -a sand-bank. Luckily it was at low tide, so when the -tide began to rise, all hands, even the officers, had orders -from the commander to arm themselves each with a -56-lb. shot, and rush fore and aft, and aft and fore, in a -body to help to swing the ship off. -</p> - -<p> -But Grant stood quietly by the binnacle. -</p> - -<p> -"Did you hear the order, sir?" roared the commander. -"Get your shot and join the crew." -</p> - -<p> -"Na, na, na," answered Grant, in his native Doric. -"Man, I've gotten a laddie's back to see till, and a -poultice to mak. Jist tak' a shot yoursel', man." -</p> - -<p> -On this occasion the captain had to smile. -</p> - -<p> -But the war culminated about a month after this, -and on that occasion, it must be confessed, the doctor -did lose his temper, and had the captain been able to -get witnesses he could have tried the surgeon by -court-martial, for Grant's conduct amounted almost to -mutiny, albeit the provocation he received was very -great. -</p> - -<p> -You cannot insult a Scot more than by attempting -to throw mud at his country. -</p> - -<p> -Well, while anchored near a village the officers -generally went on shore in mufti, and Grant was in the -habit of wearing a Scotch Glengarry bonnet (called a -cap by the English). -</p> - -<p> -Now it occurred to the commander that he might -give the surgeon a knock-down over this. So he called -the assistant paymaster, and ordered him to write -what is called "a memo.", which is really a tyrannical -edict, which all the officers, however, must sign. -</p> - -<p> -Flint dictated the memo., and when presented to him -for inspection, it read as follows:— -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> -<i>MEMO.</i> -</p> - -<p> -<i>It is my directions that the officers of this ship -shall go on shore dressed as gentlemen.</i> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -This would have been insult enough to poor Grant, -but the skipper added to it greatly, for between the -words <i>as</i> and <i>gentlemen</i> he wrote the word <i>English</i>, -making the memo, read as <i>English gentlemen</i>. -</p> - -<p> -The doctor was writing in his cabin, between which -and the commander's saloon there was only a single -bulkhead. He was the last officer to be asked to sign -the memo. -</p> - -<p> -When he read it, then indeed his "dander riz". -</p> - -<p> -His fury was fearful to behold, and the commander -could hear all that was said. -</p> - -<p> -Grant sprang to his feet. -</p> - -<p> -"This from Flint!" he roared; "and he dares ask me -to sign it! Is not a Scotch gentleman as good as an -English gentleman any day? See here, Maxwell, I -tear it in pieces, and fling them on the deck. Take it -back to him thus if you choose, but he shall not insult -my native land!" -</p> - -<p> -At this moment the commander was heard shouting: -</p> - -<p> -"Quartermaster!" -</p> - -<p> -"Ay, ay, sir." -</p> - -<p> -"Send Dr. Grant to my cabin at once." -</p> - -<p> -Grant required no two biddings. He rushed up the -ward-room companion and thundered down the captain's -stair, while officers, quartermaster, and all rushed -forward, determined not to be witnesses to anything -that might happen. -</p> - -<p> -Perhaps never on board a man-o'-war before did -such a scene take place in a commander's cabin. -</p> - -<p> -Grant had picked up a handful of the torn-up -memo., and quickly now drawing back Flint's curtain -he stood like an angry bull in the doorway. -</p> - -<p> -The skipper started to his feet. He had been -sitting in his easy-chair. -</p> - -<p> -"Sir—" he began. -</p> - -<p> -But he got no further. -</p> - -<p> -"You sent this memo. to me? There! I fling it at -your feet. I ought to fling it into your white and -frightened face. How dare you insult my country, -sir? You little tippling whipper-snapper!" -</p> - -<p> -"This is rank mutiny!" cried the skipper. "I'll -call the first lieutenant and quartermaster." -</p> - -<p> -"You may call till you are hoarse, and they will -not come to witness against me. Even your boy has -fled, and now I'll speak my mind." -</p> - -<p> -Here the commander attempted to run the blockade -and force his way out. -</p> - -<p> -"Stand back, sir," cried Grant, "or worse will -happen!" -</p> - -<p> -"Now, sir, listen to me. I have stood your tyranny -long enough and as calmly as I could, and now it is -my turn, and I tell you plainly that whenever and -wherever I find you on shore in plain clothes, I'll -give you such a thrashing that you won't forget it the -longest day you live. Good-morning." -</p> - -<p> -This ended the scene. -</p> - -<p> -Some captains would have shot Grant where he -stood. But Flint was terror-stricken and silent. -</p> - -<p> -He was on deck again half an hour afterwards, -looking as if nothing had happened. -</p> - -<p> -Next evening the steward came in to say, with -Captain Flint's compliments, that he wished Dr. Grant -to come and share a bottle of wine with him. -</p> - -<p> -"Tell the captain, with my compliments, that I -refuse." -</p> - -<p> -That was the answer. -</p> - -<p> -The steward returned in three minutes' time. -</p> - -<p> -"The captain wants to see you, sir." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, certainly; that is an order." -</p> - -<p> -And off he marched to obey it. -</p> - -<p> -When he entered Flint stood up, smiling. -</p> - -<p> -"I'm afraid, doctor," he said, "I've been too hard. -Are you willing to let bygones be bygones?" -</p> - -<p> -Who could have resisted an appeal like this? It -was as nearly an apology as any captain could make -to a junior officer. And he held out his hand as he -spoke. -</p> - -<p> -"Willing," cried Grant with Scotch enthusiasm, "ay, -and delighted! You know, sir, I'm only a wild -Highlander, so I lost my balance when—but there, never -mind. 'Tis past and gone for ever and for aye." -</p> - -<p> -Then there was a hearty handshake and both sat -down. -</p> - -<p> -"There is the wine," said the commander, "and -there is the whisky." -</p> - -<p> -"I'll have the whisky," said Grant, "though not -much. But it is the wine of my country, sir." -</p> - -<p> -The commander smiled, and Grant drew the cruet -towards him, quoting as he did so and while he tapped -the bottle, the words of Burns: -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "When neebors anger at a plea,<br /> - And just as wud[<a id="chap10fn2text"></a><a href="#chap10fn2">2</a>] as wud can be,<br /> - How easy can the barley-bree<br /> - Cement the quarrel!<br /> - It's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee<br /> - To taste the barrel."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap10fn2"></a> -[<a href="#chap10fn2text">2</a>] Wud=angry. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Some time after this the commander fell ill, and so -kind was Grant to him, and so constant in his -attentions, that all animosity fled for ever, and Flint -really got fond of Grant, whom he delighted when -visiting on shore to call "my surgeon". -</p> - -<p> -Well, whatever ill-feeling officers or men may -exhibit toward each other if penned up in a small mess, -when war comes it is all forgotten, and the British -sailors and marines, when sent on shore to fight, stand -shoulder to shoulder, and woe be to the foe who faces -them. -</p> - -<p> -One day, while lying off Loanda, startling intelligence -came to the commander of the <i>Rattler</i> from -a steam launch that had been despatched in all haste -to hurry her up to the mouth of the Benin river. A -party of European traders, many British as well as -foreign, had been surrounded and massacred to a man. -The steam launch belonged to H.M.S. <i>Centiped</i>, a -cruiser far larger than the <i>Rattler</i>. The officer in -charge could hardly stop to eat or drink, but food was -handed over the side, and in ten minutes' time she was -once more under weigh and steering rapidly north. -</p> - -<p> -A glance at a map of Africa will show you that -Loanda lies well to the south of the Bight of Benin, -and show you, too, where the great river Niger or -Quorra empties itself into the Gulf of Guinea. -</p> - -<p> -All was now bustle and stir on board the <i>Rattler</i>. -Steam was ordered to be got up at once. There used -to be disputes between the engineer and captain, but -these were all forgotten now. -</p> - -<p> -Would you believe it, reader, that all hands, from -the commander to the dark-skinned Kroomen from -Sierra Leone, were as merry and happy as if they -were going to a fancy ball instead of to battle and to -carnage. Such is your British sailor. -</p> - -<p> -Dinner was ordered half an hour sooner, so that -the men should have plenty of time to get their arms -and accoutrements into perfect fighting trim before -the sun went down at four bells in the first dog-watch. -</p> - -<p> -The captain felt in fine form; for whatever faults -he had, he certainly was no coward. -</p> - -<p> -He liked his middies well, too, when he had not -those nasty little fits of bad temper on. To-day he -walked up and down the quarter-deck holding our -hero Creggan by the arm, and not only talking to -him but encouraging the boy himself to talk. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan was nothing loath. But from some words -he let fall, Commander Flint found he had a romantic -early history. -</p> - -<p> -"You must come and dine with me to-night," he -said, "and tell me all your story. You and Dr. Grant." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, thank you, sir. -</p> - -<p> -"And now," added Creggan, "may I take the -liberty of asking you just one question?" -</p> - -<p> -"Certainly, Mr. M'Vayne, certainly." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, sir, do you think we shall have a real battle -with the savages?" -</p> - -<p> -"Sure to, and perhaps half a dozen. The case -seems very grave, you know." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, I'll be glad to see some fighting." -</p> - -<p> -"Bravo! And now you can go and tell the steward -I want him." -</p> - -<p> -Off went Creggan, and next minute up popped the -steward. -</p> - -<p> -"Sir?" he said. -</p> - -<p> -"Splice the main brace," said the commander. -</p> - -<p> -(This means, reader, an extra glass of rum to all -hands.) -</p> - -<p> -By this time the <i>Rattler</i> was ploughing her way -through the bright blue sea, and heading for the -north. -</p> - -<p> -Exciting adventures were before them. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap11"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XI. -<br /><br /> -THE CITY OF BLOOD -</h3> - -<p> -"In the city of Benin," said the commander, that night -at dinner, "and all around it, westward to Dahomey, -Abomey, and Ashantee, they are a bad lot, an accursed -lot, treacherous and cruel to a degree." -</p> - -<p> -"I've heard it said," Creggan ventured to remark, -"that the men of Benin are not brave, Captain Flint." -</p> - -<p> -The captain shook his head and smiled. -</p> - -<p> -"We must not believe all we hear. Remarks like -these are generally made by gentlemen journalists who -live at home at ease. But I've been there, lad, and -found it altogether different." -</p> - -<p> -The dinner passed off very comfortably indeed. -Dr. Grant would not touch wine, but when dessert had -been removed, and the commander ordered the steward -to bring in the tumblers, he helped himself somewhat -liberally to the wine of his native land. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, Captain Flint," he said, "I haven't really -been a dog's watch[<a id="chap11fn1text"></a><a href="#chap11fn1">1</a>] in the service, as you might say, -and with the exception of a brush with the Arabs on -the East Coast of Africa, and north of the Equator, -I've never seen what we in Scotland term 'solid -fighting'." -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap11fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap11fn1text">1</a>] The dog-watches are from four to six and six -to eight every evening, -and therefore only two hours long, -while all the others are four hours. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"I think you will have a chance now, doctor." -</p> - -<p> -"Ay, sir; and I won't begrudge flailing around with -the claymore a bit, and seeing my patients afterwards." -</p> - -<p> -"Tell us something about Benin, sir, if you please," -said Creggan. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, lad, I've told you that the people are fearful -savages when aroused, although seemingly quiet enough -at all other times. Benin, you know, is really a -country extending to Ashantee. Once exceedingly powerful, -and densely populated still, it is now divided into -many half-independent states. -</p> - -<p> -"The city itself lies nearly eighty miles up the river -Niger, from the Atlantic Ocean or Gulf of Guinea. It -is about twenty miles inland. This river is miles wide -where it joins the sea, and if you once get over the bar, -it may be cautiously navigated by boats and launches -nearly all the way up. But there is the dreaded bar to -cross. What are those lines, lad, about Greenland's icy -mountains?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, I know," said Creggan, holding up one arm as -if he were a school-boy. -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'From Greenland's icy mountains,<br /> - From India's coral strand;<br /> - Where Afric's sunny fountains<br /> - Roll down their golden sand.'<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"Is there a lot of golden sand, sir?" -</p> - -<p> -"There is a lot of constantly shifting black-brown -mud, but if you expect to find gold or see it, you'll be -sadly disappointed. -</p> - -<p> -"The city itself contains from twelve to twenty -thousand natives, as well as I could guess. -</p> - -<p> -"The king is a savage emperor of the deepest and -blackest dye. His reign is a reign of terror. He rules -his unhappy subjects with rods of iron and knives of -steel. I hope you'll never see what I have seen there. -The sight of those human sacrifices, boy, would return -to your dreams for years afterwards. They do to mine, -whenever I am ill or troubled." -</p> - -<p> -"You saw them, sir?" -</p> - -<p> -"I was despatched on a mission of peace, one might -say. I had a body-guard of fifty armed men, and -blue-jackets and marines, and had need been, we could have -fought our way to our boats through all the king's -fanatics. -</p> - -<p> -"The mission was this. You must know that all the -coast-line is British, and the people at home were -constantly being shocked to hear of the terrible human -sacrifices occurring in Benin, while it was nothing -uncommon to find a mutilated and headless corpse, that -the sharks had spared, cast up with outspread arms on -the beach." -</p> - -<p> -"Terrible!" said Dr. Grant. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes. And my mission was not to take revenge, but -to endeavour pacifically to get the king to give up -those massacres of men, women, and helpless children, -for whom he had no more pity than the self-named -sportsmen who follow the Queen's hounds have for -the innocent and hunted stag. -</p> - -<p> -"The king was amply supplied with bad rum or -arrack, the worst and most fiery of all spirits. He got -this stuff from the palm-oil traders of Gato, men who -came from Portugal and even Britain itself. -</p> - -<p> -"He was three sheets in the wind when we arrived -on a beautiful afternoon. He told us, through our -interpreter, how delighted he was to see us, and how -he would give us a grand show next morning. -</p> - -<p> -"We occupied portions of his grass-hut palace, keeping -well together after lying down on grass mats, with -our arms by our sides; for as the king had got drunker -and drunker, and was now yelling and whooping like -a madman, we feared he would make an attempt to -murder us all before morning. -</p> - -<p> -"You see, Creggan, that cutting throats was a fancy -or fad of this brutal monarch's, just as collecting foreign -stamps is with most English boys. -</p> - -<p> -"All around the back part of the palace lay bleaching -skulls and skeletons, that the blue-bottle flies and -ants had polished, and recent corpses also, from which -so fearful a stench arose and poisoned the air that we -could scarcely sleep. -</p> - -<p> -"But I fell off at last, and the sun was shining over -the dense forests of the East before I awoke. -Something was going on behind. Something dreadful, I -felt sure. There was a low and pitiful moaning, but -no cries. Yet every now and then came a dull thud, -similar to that which a butcher makes in splitting a -pig in two. -</p> - -<p> -"I peeped through the back wattled wall. Oh, lad, -may you never see such a sight! -</p> - -<p> -"Over fifty poor creatures were huddled together -mournfully awaiting their doom. Every half-minute -one was dragged out, and stood with his or her hands -between the knees and head bent down, till the cruel -blow fell that severed that head from the body. -</p> - -<p> -"But three or four were crucified in another corner. -</p> - -<p> -"My remonstrances were in vain. The king only -laughed, and told me that it was all got up in my -honour. -</p> - -<p> -"As no more could be done, we left almost immediately. -We regaled ourselves on fruits as we passed -on through the jungle to our sailor-guarded boat, and -glad enough were we all when we found ourselves -rowing once more down the beautiful river, on each bank -of which—alive with beautiful birds—the foliage and -trees were like the forests and woodlands of fairyland. -</p> - -<p> -"But," continued the commander, "to change the -subject to one more pleasant, tell us the story of your -young life, my lad." -</p> - -<p> -Nothing loath, Creggan told the doctor and him all -he knew from his babyhood, and all about the hermit -also. -</p> - -<p> -"Why, it is a perfect romance, Creggan," said Flint. -</p> - -<p> -"Indeed it is," said Grant. "I'll take more interest -in the lad now than ever." -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Arrived at the mouth of the Niger, they found the -<i>Centiped</i> anchored outside the bar. -</p> - -<p> -She was not going to venture across, being too large. -</p> - -<p> -On the bar itself the breakers were dashing and -curling house-high. There was just one gap in the -centre, and through this the saucy <i>Rattler</i> must force -her way. -</p> - -<p> -Before proceeding she was lightened as much as -possible, that is, all men not required were sent on -board the cruiser. -</p> - -<p> -Then "Go ahead at full speed", was the order. -</p> - -<p> -The <i>Rattler's</i> full speed was nothing very -extraordinary, but when she reached the gap at last and -entered it, poor Creggan felt appalled. The roar of -a seeming Niagara at each side was so terrible, that -even through the speaking-trumpet scarcely could the -skipper's voice be heard. -</p> - -<p> -The roar was mingled with a seething, hissing sound, -which was even more deafening than the thunder of -the breakers itself. -</p> - -<p> -She bumped her keel several times on the bottom, -which here was hard, so violently that the men were -thrown down, and Creggan began to say his prayers, -thinking the ship must undoubtedly become a wreck. -Nevertheless, in a minute or two they were into the -deep smooth water inside the bar. Here she was -anchored for a time, until all the marines and -blue-jackets of both ships were got on board the <i>Rattler</i>. -The boats and steam launch would accompany the -expedition, and after all were loaded up with armed -men, the advance was made up stream. -</p> - -<p> -It was now about two bells in the forenoon watch, -and they expected to get up as high as it was possible -before night. -</p> - -<p> -This it was found impossible to do, so she was -anchored, and next day succeeded in reaching a station -some forty miles from the sea, called Sapelé. This in -launches, the gun-boat being left further down. Here -to their joy they found a fort or barracks, containing -in all about two hundred and fifty officers and men -(soldiers). -</p> - -<p> -The expeditionary force from the <i>Rattler</i> was soon -landed and hailed with delight. Together they were -now quite a strong little army. -</p> - -<p> -The commanding officer told Captain[<a id="chap11fn2text"></a><a href="#chap11fn2">2</a>] Flint a sickening -story of the massacre of the traders. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap11fn2"></a> -[<a href="#chap11fn2text">2</a>] A Commander in the Royal Navy is not -in reality a captain, but is -usually addressed so by courtesy. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"The king, in fact," he said, "is jealous of the -approach of the Protectorate." -</p> - -<p> -After the murders he, the officer, had sent a -sergeant with a flag of truce and several Kroomen, to -ask for an interview with the tyrant. -</p> - -<p> -Two days afterwards the white sergeant dragged -himself, wounded and half-dead, into barracks. Before -he expired, poor fellow, he had only time to report that -every Krooman was murdered, and that Benin was in -a state of terrible ferment, like a hive of hornets. -</p> - -<p> -"And so, Captain Flint," he added, "between your -force and mine, I think we can give this murderous -assassin such a drubbing that he will not forget it for -years." -</p> - -<p> -"We'll do our best," said Flint; "and I suppose the -sooner we start the better." -</p> - -<p> -"Certainly; it is always wiser to attack than wait -to be attacked." -</p> - -<p> -So it was determined to give the little army a -hearty supper, let them turn in early, and ready to -start by three, inland now through the jungle, towards -Benin. The real distance from Sapelé to Benin is, I -believe, about twenty-five miles, but the road, if road -it could be called, was bad enough in all conscience. -</p> - -<p> -Nevertheless, it was determined to drag along two -guns, with a good supply of shell. The bugle sounded -prettily over woods and dells and river, shortly after -two, and on finishing their hurried breakfast the force -fell in. -</p> - -<p> -Very proud indeed was Creggan to be allowed to go -along with it, armed not only with a good cutlass, -instead of the almost useless dirk, but with a revolver. -</p> - -<p> -This was indeed a forced march, for before four -o'clock next day they had got within twelve miles of -the dismal city, with only one halt to partake of food, -although much wood had to be cut down. They -immediately hewed trees and bushes and went into -laager, expecting an attack at any moment. When as -safe as could be, fires were lit and supper cooked. -Under other circumstances they would have remained -silent and in the dark, but the commanding officer -well knew that long before this time the blood-stained -king would have heard of their advance. So, no -attempt at concealment was necessary. -</p> - -<p> -But the men were tired, so soon after supper fires -were banked, and in an hour's time there was hardly -a sound to be heard in the laager. -</p> - -<p> -Dr. Grant and Creggan were the last to stretch -themselves on their pallets of grass. Grant in his own -wild Highland home had been used to roughing it, and -Creggan, as we know, led a very active life on the -Island of Wings. So neither felt tired. -</p> - -<p> -The night was balmy with the odour of many gorgeous -wild flowers, and it was even cool. The moon -shone like a disc of gold, high up near the zenith, -dimming even the effulgence of the brightest stars, and -casting a strange, dreamy, phosphorescent light over -the shapeless masses of cloud-like trees, and a brighter -glimmer on the tall feathery cocoa-nut palms. Now -and then away in the woods, there arose the mournful -cry of some bird of prey, a cry that would make the -marvellously beautiful king-fishers crouch lower to -the perches on which they sat, and thrill their hearts -with terror. -</p> - -<p> -Now and then a fleecy, snow-white cloudlet would -sail gently over the moon's disc, making the light -scenery momentarily dimmer, but soon all was -brightness once more. From an adjacent creek at times -would come the sound of a heavy plunge, but whether -from ghastly crocodile or hippopotamus they could -not tell. -</p> - -<p> -"It is indeed a goodly night," said Grant. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, it is heavenly!" cried Creggan; "but will we -all be alive this time to-morrow?" -</p> - -<p> -"Who can tell, my lad? No one dies till his day -comes. -</p> - -<p> -"But," he added with some hesitation, "you're not -afraid, are you?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, no indeed, doctor; just a little anxious, that -is all. This will be my first fight, you know. But -I am seventeen now—" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, and hard and strong, Creggan." -</p> - -<p> -"So, doctor, if I get a chance to hit a nigger, I -mean to hit him just as hard as I know how to." -</p> - -<p> -"Very good. So shall I; but let me give you a word -of good advice, because I'm older than you. Don't get -carried away by excitement. He fights best who -fights as calmly as possible. Keep to the fighting line -or square, as the case may be, and you'll do well. -</p> - -<p> -"And now I think I'll turn in, and may God in his -mercy preserve us both to-morrow, and our Captain -Flint as well." -</p> - -<p> -"Amen!" said Creggan. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -In less than half an hour after this Creggan was -fast asleep, and dreaming that he was bounding over -the smooth waves of the blue Minch in his skiff, with -poor honest Oscar in the bows, and bonnie wee -fair-haired Matty in the stern-sheets all smiles and -dimples, her eyes twinkling with fun and merriment. -</p> - -<p> -The dream seemed a very short one. -</p> - -<p> -"Surely," he said, when the bugle sounded, "I -cannot have slept an hour." -</p> - -<p> -Yet it was already half-past one, and the moon -had westered and was slowly sinking towards the -horizon. -</p> - -<p> -Before two breakfast was finished, a ration of rum -served out, and the march resumed. -</p> - -<p> -They must walk silently now. -</p> - -<p> -The road was better, so that under the light of the -stars only, for the moon had sunk, they had reached -the wide straggling city by five o'clock. -</p> - -<p> -Here the forces separated, the marines and blue-jackets -lying in wait in a piece of jungle in the east; -the soldiers making a silent detour to the back of the -city, where was a dense primeval forest. -</p> - -<p> -The guns were a long way behind, but just as the -sun was tipping the glorious clouds of palms with its -crimson rays, they were dragged in. -</p> - -<p> -The sound of one gun and a bursting shell was to -give notice to the soldiers hidden in the forest that -the battle had indeed begun. -</p> - -<p> -Just as the sun cast his bright beams across the -darkling forest a buzz of awakening life began to -arise from the city. -</p> - -<p> -A spy had informed the naval commander where -the king's forces, to the number of five thousand at -least, were concentrated. -</p> - -<p> -He now pointed out the very spot, a kind of fort -and eminence in the centre of the town, and not far -from the awful blood-stained palace. -</p> - -<p> -"Now, gunner," cried Captain Flint cheerily, "give -us the best shot ever you fired in your life." -</p> - -<p> -"I'll do my level best," was the reply. -</p> - -<p> -There was no quaver in the man's voice, no quiver -in his hand. -</p> - -<p> -The gun rang out in the morning air, echoed and -re-echoed from forest and brae, and the shell was -planted right in the centre of that heathen fort, -bursting, and evidently doing tremendous damage. -The battle had begun. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap12"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XII. -<br /><br /> -CAPTURE OF THE CITY OF BENIN. -</h3> - -<p> -There is nothing that African savages dread more -than shells and war-rockets, and Arabs themselves -are equally demoralized by these dread missiles. -</p> - -<p> -They care but little—I am talking from my own -experience—for ordinary round shot, if they are any -distance off, in their dhows. From the cruiser's black -side they can see arise a white cloud of smoke, with a -spiteful tongue of fire in the centre; in a few seconds -they hear the roar of the gun, and see the shot itself. -</p> - -<p> -Well, they but utter a word of prayer to Allah, and -ten to one the shot goes hurtling past high overhead, -or it doesn't reach, but goes ricochetting past, half -a mile astern perhaps, taking leaps of fifty yards at -a time, throwing a cloud of foam up from every wave -it strikes, till at last it sinks down to the slime of the -fathomless sea. -</p> - -<p> -If a cannon ball comes near enough to dash the -sea-spray inboard, the Arab captain curses the British -as heartily as he prays for himself, though he keeps -cracking on. -</p> - -<p> -But the shells, ah! the shells, that hiss and hurtle -and fly into splinters in the air above the dhow, -scattering death and destruction along its decks and -poop; they will not yield to prayer, and I never yet -saw an Arab captain who would or could stand the -brunt of three or four well-aimed ones. -</p> - -<p> -If one of these shells hit a mast, even if you are -unwounded, the fall of that spar is something -terrorizing to look upon, with its tangled rigging as -well. -</p> - -<p> -It does not come down quickly; it quivers and reels -uncertainly for a time, while you gaze upwards and -probably utter involuntarily a helpless moan. -</p> - -<p> -It is coming down on you, and how can you escape -death? More quickly, more and more quickly now, it -descends. Then there is a crash, smashed bulwarks, -and splinters flying in all directions. But, you are -safe after all! -</p> - -<p> -Captain Flint and his men had a good supply of -shells, and it was lucky that the guns got up in time -and were not damaged, for during the march there -had been many small streams to cross, in which it was -difficult at times to find a ford. -</p> - -<p> -What wild yelling and shouting comes from the -city now! Were it a large, compact town, with high -houses and towers, Flint would shell it. But it were -a pity to expend a shell in knocking a few grass huts -to pieces, and scaring, killing, or wounding, perhaps, -only helpless women and children. -</p> - -<p> -"Just one other startler, sir,—shall I?" -</p> - -<p> -The tall, dark young gunner was as good a shot as -ever drew lanyard, and he told a messmate before he -addressed the commander that he was spoiling for a -shot or two that would astonish the weak nerves of -the niggers. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, Mr. Gill," said Flint smiling, "just one other; -but I want to spare the ammunition till we see the -foe." -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Br—br—brang!</i>" went the gun a few seconds -after, and the great shell went shrieking away on its -mission of death. -</p> - -<p> -Louder yelling than before followed the bursting of -this shell. -</p> - -<p> -Still the enemy did not appear. -</p> - -<p> -Some men would have stormed the town, and -attempted after a rifle volley or two to take it at the -bayonet's point. -</p> - -<p> -But this Ju-Ju king, with his naked feet caked -with the blood of the victims that he had walked -among, had a force of fiendish soldiers at least ten -times greater in number than Flint's sailors and the -soldiers behind. With these the king over-awed the -the neighbouring states, and carried fire and spear -and sword into their midst if they owned not his -superiority and greatness. -</p> - -<p> -Two hours passed away and still they did not show -face, though the blue-jackets were stamping on the -ground, and itching to get at them. Waiting for a -tight makes the bravest sailor or soldier nervous. -</p> - -<p> -The cause of the delay was that Benin, being -completely under the dominion of a set of bloodthirsty -scoundrels of priests, there were fetishes or oracles to -be consulted, and all kinds of mumbo-jumbo business -to be gone through, before the Ju-Ju king's army could -come forth. Oh, as for the king himself, his person was -far too sacred to risk. The priests told him so, and he -was by no means loath to believe it. Besides, he was -so covered with beads from chin to ankle, that he had -some difficulty in walking much. -</p> - -<p> -Far better to stay in his harem, and listen to the -yelling of his soldiers, the rattling of the musketry, -and roar of the guns, until, as the priests assured him -would be the case, the British prisoners—all that -were not slain—should be brought in. -</p> - -<p> -Ah! then, he said to himself, the fun would begin. -He would roast some alive. "Man meat", as these -cannibals call human flesh, which, by the way, is sold -openly in the market-place, is ever so much more -tender and juicy when cooked alive. Well, the king -made up his mind to roast a few; he would torture -and crucify others on trees, with widely-extended -arms and legs, and wooden pegs nailed through the -flesh of feet, legs, and arms to hold them up. Others, -again, he would tie to stakes, where he could see them -starve to death in the broiling sunshine, half-eaten -alive at night by loathsome beetles and other fearful -insects. All the rest he would either behead, or hand -over to the women to be tied down and slowly -disembowelled alive! -</p> - -<p> -That was the programme. -</p> - -<p> -And now it was to be carried out. So the king -believed. The British tars and marines were well -stationed on slightly rising ground, half-sheltered by -straggling bush, and were all ready when the enemy -appeared in his thousands. -</p> - -<p> -Mercy on us, how they yelled, and waved aloft shield -and spear or guns, as they came on like a black and -awful avalanche! -</p> - -<p> -They fired first, and a few of our fellows fell, but -only wounded. -</p> - -<p> -"Reserve your fire, lads, till they get nearer!" cried -Flint, for the blood of the sailors was getting hot. -</p> - -<p> -Still on came that yelling avalanche. The sailors -could see their red mouths, flashing teeth, and fearful -eyes, when the captain shouted: -</p> - -<p> -"Aim low, lads. Fire!" -</p> - -<p> -That was a splendid volley! -</p> - -<p> -Its effects were startling. The enemy was packed -together, and some of the British bullets must have -killed or wounded two at a time. It was followed up -by others quite as good, and the dark skins, kicking -and squirming like wounded rats, blackened the ground -as their comrades sprang past or over them. -</p> - -<p> -Nor did the hissing, spluttering war-rockets, tearing -through their centre, repel their determined advance. -</p> - -<p> -It seemed for a time that win the battle they must, -by mere force of numbers. -</p> - -<p> -Their terrible yelling now increased. All savages -make these sounds, which they believe paralyses the -enemy. Our brave Jacks and Joes, however, don't -paralyse worth a groat. They were now formed into -squares for a time, which the Ju-Ju's devils could -not break. -</p> - -<p> -Revolvers did lovely work! -</p> - -<p> -Again and again the black savages advanced, only to -be hurled back. -</p> - -<p> -Then they threw their spears. -</p> - -<p> -This was nasty, and wounded many of the man-o'-war's men. -</p> - -<p> -"Fix bayonets!" cried Flint. -</p> - -<p> -The bayonets were really cutlasses, and our fellows -know how to use them too. -</p> - -<p> -"Charge!" -</p> - -<p> -How our men cheered, as they dashed on to the -work of death! A true British cheer. The king heard -it and trembled. -</p> - -<p> -For a time it was a hand-to-hand tussle. But look -yonder, in a more open space the captain himself has -fallen, and three armed savages are on him instantly; -two have spears—one is about to dash Flint's brains -out with the butt-end of a beggarly Brummagen gun, -when in the nick of time Creggan, who is near at -hand, fires, and the fellow, with arms aloft, falls dead. -Then, cutlass in hand, our hero rushes at the other two, -as did the wild cat at his neck on that starlit night long -ago, when he was returning home with dear Matty by -his side. He has cut one across the neck with terrible -effect, but the very strength and impulse of the blow, -somehow, makes poor Creggan stumble and fall. -</p> - -<p> -Next moment savage No. 3 has a spear very near -to his chest indeed. -</p> - -<p> -Yes; but the captain has now sprung up,—he was -merely stunned,—the spear is splintered with the first -blow, the second cleaves the savage's skull through to -the eyes. -</p> - -<p> -"God bless you, boy," cried Flint, "for your timely -aid! I'll not forget it." -</p> - -<p> -And blood-dripping hands are shaken there and then. -</p> - -<p> -But how goes the battle? -</p> - -<p> -Ah! right bravely. You can tell that by the royal -cheers of Jack and Joe. -</p> - -<p> -The foe reels backwards, wavers, flies. No use for -blue-jacket or marine to follow. These fiends run -swift as deer! -</p> - -<p> -But shells and war-rockets do dread work now, and -sadly thin the ranks of those shrieking fiends. -</p> - -<p> -Nor is it all over yet. For look, right in front of -the defeated and fleeing army there suddenly springs, -as if from the earth itself, a thin red line of British -soldiers. -</p> - -<p> -<i>Rip—rip—rip</i> go the crackling rifles all along this -line. As pretty platoon firing as one could wish to -see or hear. -</p> - -<p> -And the effect is deadly. The black army bids fair -to be wiped out. They attempt to fly to the right—to -the left. But Flint has divided his little army and -outflanks them on both sides. Then, cowed and -appalled, those among them who are still intact throw -away their arms, throw themselves on the ground, -throw themselves even across the bleeding bodies of -the slain, and shriek aloud for mercy. Mercy? It is -never refused by British soldiers to beseeching foemen. -</p> - -<p> -The carnage has been dreadful, but silence reigns -now, except for the pitiful moaning of the wounded. -No sound of rifle, no slash of cutlass, or hiss of flying -spear! -</p> - -<p> -A blue sky above, and bright sunshine, in which the -woods around seem to swelter and steam. The blue -above—the blood below! -</p> - -<p> -Yes, readers, war may be glorious, but it is after the -battle has ceased to rage that one sees Bellona[<a id="chap12fn1text"></a><a href="#chap12fn1">1</a>] in all -her dreadful deshabille, her blood-stained arms, her -soaking hair, and cruel and fiercely flaming eyes. -May heaven in its mercy keep war and famine far -away from our own sweet island home! -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap12fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap12fn1text">1</a>] The goddess of war. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -The arms were now taken from the prisoners, and -they were left huddled together like an immense herd -of seals, for all were lying down exhausted. Only -fifty men were left to keep them together. The main -little army then marched into the city. -</p> - -<p> -Will it be believed that women and children rushed -to meet our heroes, kneeling in the dust and weeping, -embracing our blue-jackets' knees, till more than one -tar was heard to remark: "I'm blessed, Bill" (or Jim -as the case might be), "I'm blessed if I don't feel like -blubbering my blooming self." -</p> - -<p> -For the British sailor, though the bravest of the -brave in battle, has ever a tender heart to a child -or woman. -</p> - -<p> -But there was one particular cry that rang all -through this poor forlorn mob. When translated it -was found to mean: -</p> - -<p> -"Kill the devil—Oh, kill the devil-king!" -</p> - -<p> -The awful odour of this blood-stained city cannot -be described. Nor can the sights that were seen in -the market-place and around the palace. The skulls -set on sticks, the skeletons, the putrid bodies; the -crucified men still rotting on the trees, their heads -fallen down till the chins touched the breast-bone; -the "man-meat" in joints left on the now deserted -stalls, the joints not unlike those of black pig. But -the most disgusting sight of all, perhaps, was to see -naked black children squatting on the murdered dead -or drumming on their chests with the bones of the -skeletons. And there was, as Burns says, in his -inimitable <i>Tam o' Shanter</i>, -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Mair o' horrible and awfu',<br /> - Which ev'n to name wad be unlawfu'".<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -What a surprise his sable Majesty got when our -blue-jackets, to the number of twenty, stormed his -harem! -</p> - -<p> -He had expected his own warriors, with British -heads to set on poles, with British joints to roast for -dinner, and British men to torture and burn. -</p> - -<p> -Tom Sinclair, of the <i>Rattler</i>, a beau-ideal seaman, -led the rest. His white "bags", as he called them, -were red and brown with blood, and his shirt -besprinkled too. But his sun-tanned face looked as -jolly as if he had only just come from a ball instead -of a field of carnage. -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Yambo sana!</i>" (a Swahili salute). -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Yambo sana!</i>" he said to the king, who was -stretched on a raised, mat-covered couch. "W'y, -what a luxurious old cockalorum you are, to be -sure!" -</p> - -<p> -Tom hitched up his trousers as he spoke, and looked -pleasant. -</p> - -<p> -But like fire from flint the Ju-Ju king sprang up, -and attempted to knife poor Tom. And Tom with a -single twist disarmed him, and next moment the king -in his beads was lying on his back, the blood flowing -from his nasal organ. -</p> - -<p> -Tom was as calm as a judge. -</p> - -<p> -"'Xcuse me, old chap," he said, "for making your -morsel of a nose bleed. Would have preferred giving -ye a pair of black eyes, only they wouldn't show like, -your skin's so dark. -</p> - -<p> -"Seems to me," he added, "yer soul's as black as yer -blooming skin. Wouldn't I like to trice yer Majesty -up and give ye four dozen. -</p> - -<p> -"Here, interpreter," continued this tormenting Tom, -"'terpret wot I says to this ere himage o' Satan. Are -ye ready?" -</p> - -<p> -"Tell him that we've wiped out his sodgers, and ask -if he could oblige us by turning out a new army. -We were only just a-settlin' down to serious fightin' -when the beggars bolted. -</p> - -<p> -"Told him?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, sah. And now he groan and shake his big -head plenty mooch, for true!" -</p> - -<p> -"Tell him not to be afeard, that we won't scupper -him (kill him) for a day or two, but that we means -only to put a hook through his nose and 'ang him to -a branch. Have you got a grip o' that, 'terpreter?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, sah. And see, he shake his big head once -more. Hoo, hoo! How he make me laugh!" -</p> - -<p> -"Tell him that we may also build a fire under him -just to keep his toes warm, 'cause it would be a terrible -thing if a monarch like he was to catch his death -o' cold." -</p> - -<p> -The interpreter had barely finished telling the -trembling king all this, when a stir in the after -part of the room announced the arrival of the -commanding officer, Fraser, and Captain Flint. -</p> - -<p> -The sailors fixed bayonets, and drew silently up. -</p> - -<p> -Then Colonel Fraser, through the interpreter, sternly -ordered the king to stand up, and just as sternly -addressed him. Pointing out to the assassin the enormity -of all his fearful crimes, and what his punishment -might be, if he, the commanding officer, cared to go to -extremes. He told him much else that need not be -mentioned here. But the palaver thus begun did not -end for days. -</p> - -<p> -The soldiers and sailors meanwhile commanded a -large body of niggers to go everywhere over the town -and bury every human carcase, and even every bone. -The market stalls were heaped around the crucifixion -trees and fired. The trees themselves burned fiercely. -</p> - -<p> -The king's special murder-yard was also seen to. -Then a grass and bamboo house was run up for the -king in a different part of the town. To this he was -escorted, laughed at and jeered by women and children, -while his old blood-stained palace and everything in -it was burned to the ground. Many of the adjoining -huts caught fire, but the conflagration, though at night -it looked very alarming, did not extend far, and was -soon got under by the natives themselves throwing -earth over it. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -In another week's time the brave little army was -once more on the march back to the river at Sapelé. -</p> - -<p> -But the king had almost emptied his treasures of -gold-dust to pay the demanded indemnity; he agreed -also to send to New Benin much ivory, copal, nutmegs, -and spices and palm-oil. A treaty was signed (it has -not been kept, by the way) which bound his Majesty -down to discontinue the awful human sacrifices, and -to rule his subjects peacefully, on pain of another -invasion by British forces, who next time, the -commanding officer informed him, would hang him on -the nearest tree and annex his country. -</p> - -<p> -Just before the sailors and soldiers commenced -their march to the river a strange and curious thing -occurred. -</p> - -<p> -There came emissaries from the hill tribes of the -Wild West seeking an interview with Colonel Fraser. -</p> - -<p> -The men, who were as wild-looking as any savages -ever seen, and armed with spears and strong shields, -looked nevertheless far from unpleasant. -</p> - -<p> -The colonel was found after a little delay, and then -the interpreter. -</p> - -<p> -The first thing these strange men did was to lay -their spears and their shields at the colonel's feet, -then they grovelled, head down, in the dust, which, as -they muttered some strange words, they mingled with -their bushy heads of hair. -</p> - -<p> -"Tell them to rise," said Colonel Fraser. "I cannot -spare long time in ceremony." -</p> - -<p> -The savage emissaries arose at once and stood -before him. -</p> - -<p> -"What can I do for you, my men?" said the commandant. -</p> - -<p> -Their answer was so voluble that even the -interpreter could not for a time understand it. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap13"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XIII. -<br /><br /> -IN A WILD AND LOVELY MOUNTAIN-LAND. -</h3> - -<p> -I believe, reader, that human nature is pretty -much the same all the world over. The motto, -"Don't sit on a man when he is down", is strictly -adhered to, only the word "don't" is always deleted. -And when a man is down, physically, morally, or -financially, people, even old "friends", do sit on him, -just as a cabby sits on his fallen horse's head to keep -him down. -</p> - -<p> -There is hardly any such thing as extending a -kindly hand to a fallen man to help him up again, -or even giving him a word of encouragement which -might save his life itself. He is simply ostracized. -</p> - -<p> -But in very truth there was considerable excuse for -those hillmen from the Wild West. That blood-stained -Ju-Ju king had ruled them with a rod of -steel, ravaged their country, killed the men who -could not escape, and carried off their women and -children. -</p> - -<p> -And now their time had come. The trampled worm -had turned, and their proposal was simplicity in itself. -It may best be expressed in the interpreter's own -words. -</p> - -<p> -"Dese gentlemans," he began, as he pointed to the -niggers, and Creggan and some other officers smiled -aloud; "dese gentlemans come from de far-away -mountain. Plenty cold sometimes up dere. Dey want to -bringee down five, ten tousand warrior to help we. -Dey kill all, all dey men-men, take away de women-men -and de little chillen. All de men-men dey eat -plenty quick, and dey will nail de debil-king to a -tree, all spread out, and roast he alive, for true. De -king, when all nice and plopah, dey give to you to -gobble up." -</p> - -<p> -Colonel Fraser had a hearty laugh over this, then -he made a short speech, in which he said he did not -see his way at present to accede to their request, but -if they would promise not to attack the king till he, -Colonel Fraser, returned to punish him again, he -would accept their proposal, but was not quite certain -that he would eat the king, even if he were done to -a turn. -</p> - -<p> -Then with his own hands he returned to them -their spears and shields, and, bowing and salaaming, -thanked them. -</p> - -<p> -Those emissaries of a poor oppressed race went -back to their mountains rejoicing, and the march to -the river was at once commenced. -</p> - -<p> -They carried the wounded and even the dead in -hammocks. Had they buried the latter anywhere -near Benin they would, Colonel Fraser thought, be -speedily disinterred and eaten. -</p> - -<p> -In the woods, ten miles from the City of Blood, -they buried their fallen comrades, after Colonel Fraser -himself had said a prayer—not a printed one, but an -earnest prayer from his honest, kindly heart. -</p> - -<p> -Many a tear trickled down the cheeks of the -blue-jackets and marines as comrade after comrade -was laid side by side in the deeply-dug trench, while -such expressions as the following were heard on -every side: -</p> - -<p> -"Good-bye, Bill, we'll never see you more!" -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, Joe, you and I 'as spent many a 'appy day -together. Farewell, old man, farewell!" -</p> - -<p> -"Jim, if I thought a pipe 'ud comfort ye, I'd put all -my 'baccy beside ye in the grave. Blest if I wouldn't, -messmates!" -</p> - -<p> -Rough but kindly words, and not without a certain -degree of pathos. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -There was no need to hurry back; so, after crossing -a creek about ten miles from the river they bivouacked -at Siri, a wretched village, for the night. But the -inhabitants had heard of the battle, and the downfall -of the assassin king, and brought them presents of -fruit and cassava, besides nutmegs and spices, for all -of which they were substantially thanked with gifts -of coloured beads, which made the sable ladies chuckle -and coo with delight. -</p> - -<p> -Next day the expedition reached the river and -crossed to Sapelé, and soon after the sailors reached -their ship. -</p> - -<p> -But they had not quite done with Benin yet. The -wounded soldiers had been safely seen to at Sapelé, -but the colonel and a Lieutenant Aswood boarded -the <i>Rattler</i> to dine with Flint and his officers, and -considering everything, a very jolly evening was -spent. The doctor had reported that the wounded -would all do well, so Commander Flint gave a -dinner-party, and orders to splice the main brace, from -the gun-room aft right away forward to the cook's -galley. -</p> - -<p> -There was jollity, therefore, forward. Yarns were -told, songs were sung, and every now and then the -sweet music of guitar and fiddle floated aft. -</p> - -<p> -It was for all the world like an old-fashioned -Saturday-night at sea. -</p> - -<p> -And those in the saloon or commander's cabin, including -the soldiers, the ship's doctor, first lieutenant, -and Creggan, felt very happy indeed. The chief talk -naturally centred on the recent fight, and the terrible -condition of the City of Blood. -</p> - -<p> -"Now, Flint, as far as niggers go I'm not a bad -prophet." This from the colonel. "And I'll tell you -what will happen." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, Fraser," said Flint, "heave round and give -us your ideas." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, then, I'm half-sorry now that I didn't hang -that blood-drunkard of a king to begin with. But -the king that the priests would have then placed on -the stool called a throne might have been quite as -bad, if not worse." -</p> - -<p> -"True, Fraser, true." -</p> - -<p> -"Do you think he will be influenced by that treaty?" -</p> - -<p> -"About a week, perhaps." -</p> - -<p> -"Just so." -</p> - -<p> -"On the other hand," said the colonel, "I am -half-sorry I didn't allow the mountain-men to wipe the -savages out. -</p> - -<p> -"But," he continued, "that Ju-Ju monarch is no -more to be restrained from sacrificing his subjects than -a cat could be from catching sparrows. Now he'll go -on till he gets hold of some whites and massacres -these. Then there will be another war. If we do not -kill the king, he'll be sent down to the coast and -imprisoned for life." -</p> - -<p> -"I follow you," said Flint. "What next?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, annexation of course, and the whole of this -rich and lovely country will become ours. -</p> - -<p> -"What do you think of its healthiness?" he added, -turning to Dr. Grant. -</p> - -<p> -"Give a dog a bad name," replied Grant, "and you -may kill him as soon as you like. When we annex -this land of Benin, the niggers under our kindly -sway—and they swarm in millions, you know—will till it -and drain it for us; cut down useless jungles, fell -valuable timber, which will help to dry up the creeks -and bogs. All unhealthiness will then vanish, sir, -like the morning mist from the mountain tops; land -will be cheap and good, and colonists will come from -Scotland by the shipload. As for sickness, we shall -have splendid sanatoriums far away among those -lofty mountains, where the climate must be temperate, -and even bracing." -</p> - -<p> -"Capital, Dr. Grant! Capital! Just my own ideas," -said the colonel, "only expressed in far prettier -language than any I could use. And now, Flint, what -say you to stay for a week here, while we explore -the country as Moses did the Holy Land?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Colonel Fraser," cried Creggan laughing, "it -wasn't Moses, but Caleb and Joshua. Poor Moses only -had a bird's-eye view of it from a hill-head, you -remember." -</p> - -<p> -"Quite right, boy, and thank you. Well, Flint, -suppose you and I on this occasion go and spy out -the land, which must eventually be ours, you know." -</p> - -<p> -"Good!" said the commander. "We shall go in -peace, and with peace-offerings for the people." -</p> - -<p> -"Beads and bonnie things," said Grant, with a broad -Scotch smile. -</p> - -<p> -"That's it, doctor," said the colonel. "Beads and -bonnie things. But an escort as well, eh?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, fifty marines and blue-jackets." -</p> - -<p> -"And start to-morrow?" -</p> - -<p> -"Capital!" -</p> - -<p> -"And now, Grant, I know you sing and play. Yonder -is the piano; sit down and delight us." -</p> - -<p> -Grant required no second bidding. -</p> - -<p> -After a most charming prelude he said smiling: -</p> - -<p> -"I'm going to sing you songs of the triune -nation—Scotland, England, and Ireland." -</p> - -<p> -And so he did. -</p> - -<p> -After a beautiful, sad, and plaintive Scotch song, he -rattled off into a strathspey and reel. After singing -"<i>Good-bye, Sweetheart, Good-bye</i>", he played a waltz, -and on concluding "<i>The Harp that once through -Tara's Halls</i>", he dashed off into such a soul-inspiring, -maddening, droll old jig, that everybody all -round the table clapped their hands and shouted -"Encore!" -</p> - -<p> -Well, on the whole, the evening passed away most -delightfully, but by eight bells or the end of the first -watch, all on board save those on duty were sound -asleep in hammock or cot. -</p> - -<p> -The exploration of the country was commenced -next day. Tents were not taken, but tins of potted -meats, and potted vegetables. They would sleep -beneath the stars in open ground. Rum was also -taken, but it was mixed with quinine. -</p> - -<p> -The explorers were fifty-and-six all told, including -Creggan and Dr. Grant. Creggan, being a mountaineer, -proved himself invaluable. He was so light to run, -too, and went on ahead here, there, and everywhere, -even shinning up trees to find out the best roads. -</p> - -<p> -The people they encountered were none too gentle. -They even looked askance at the presents. So Colonel -Fraser decided not to make use of any as guides, for -fear of being led into an ambush. -</p> - -<p> -When they came at last to—altering Scott somewhat—a -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - Land of green heath and shaggy wood,<br /> - Land of mountain and of flood,<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -the forests grew denser, darker, and deeper. The -roar of wild beasts, too, was heard by day as well as -by night, so that caution had to be used. And here -were many lakes, though there were streams instead of -creeks. And these lakes were literally alive with -fish. -</p> - -<p> -"Beautiful! Beautiful! What a happy hunting-ground!" -exclaimed Fraser, as two strange deer went -past like the wind. -</p> - -<p> -"It is indeed a land flowing with milk and honey," -said the doctor. -</p> - -<p> -"And all to be ours. All to be British!" -</p> - -<p> -They passed the forests safely enough, and now got -fairly into the mountain-land. Here were glens, as -bonnie and bosky as any in Scotland. They entered -one particularly beautiful dell. -</p> - -<p> -They had paused to admire and wonder, when the -distant sound of war-drums or tom-toms fell upon -their ears, and presently a huge band of savage warriors -appeared, as if by magic, on the opposite brae. So -suddenly did they spring up, that the brave lines -of the poet came back with a rush to Creggan's -mind. Yonder, of course, were no waving tartans or -plumes. Yet that dark army rose from the bush in -the same startling way. It is in Roderick Dhu's -interview with the Saxon Fitz-James on the Highland -hills. Roderick cries: -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'Have, then, thy wish!' He whistled shrill<br /> - And he was answered from the hill;<br /> - Wild as the scream of the curlew,<br /> - From crag to crag the signal flew.<br /> - Instant, through copse and heath, arose<br /> - Bonnets and spears and bended bows;<br /> - On right, on left, above, below,<br /> - Sprang up at once the lurking foe;<br /> - From shingles gray their lances start,<br /> - The bracken bush sends forth the dart;<br /> - The rushes and the willow-wand<br /> - Are bristling into axe and brand,<br /> - And every tuft of broom gives life<br /> - To plaided warrior armed for strife.<br /> - That whistle garrisoned the glen<br /> - At once with full five hundred men,<br /> - As if the yawning hill, to heaven<br /> - A subterranean host had given."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"Why," said Colonel Fraser, pointing to the hillside, -"just look yonder, Flint. We don't want to fight these -poor hill-men. They are doubtless the same from -whom the emissaries came." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, anyhow," said Flint, "they look as vicious -as vipers. Let us send our interpreter over at once. -He will explain things." -</p> - -<p> -"Good!" -</p> - -<p> -So this was done. -</p> - -<p> -But it was evident that the hill-men were not open -to reason, for the poor fellow was immediately seized -and bound. -</p> - -<p> -"Now," cried the colonel, "we must and shall -advance. If there were twice five hundred we should -not submit to that indignity." -</p> - -<p> -So the little brave band proceeded at once to descend -the hill and ford the stream. Bayonets were fixed, -and all were climbing slowly up the steep brae on -the other side, but a long way to the right, in order -to get higher than the threatening savages and thus -have all the advantage, when wild whooping and yells -arose above them. -</p> - -<p> -They could not understand this, until down rushed -the guide and interpreter—a free man. -</p> - -<p> -"All right, sah, all right! De men who come to -Benin, dey am dere now, and all de oder sabages am -plopah fliends now. -</p> - -<p> -"Come on! Come on!" he added. -</p> - -<p> -And on they went. -</p> - -<p> -They were received by the hill-men with shouts -of joy, and one tall, very black savage, much -ornamented with feathers and beads, insisted on taking -Colonel Fraser's hand, and bending low over it -touched it with his brow. He repeated the same -ceremony with all the officers, then waved his dark -hand in quite a dignified way to the blue-jackets -and marines. -</p> - -<p> -Strange to say, he could even talk a little English. -</p> - -<p> -"I am please, I am mooch delight," he said. "At -Gwato I meet plenty goot trader, ah! and plenty vely -bad. Ha, ha!" -</p> - -<p> -The officers laughed. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, chief, we have thrashed the cruel king of -Benin, and now we want to see your dear mountain-land, -because one day we shall kill the Ju-Ju king, -and then the kind-hearted Great White Queen shall -reign over you, and you will be all very happy." -</p> - -<p> -"I guide you, I guide! Be delight,—plenty mooch -delight!" -</p> - -<p> -So, high up into the mountains marched the sailor-band, -with the chief and twenty savages as guides. -</p> - -<p> -It was getting late now, but before sunset they -arrived at a mountain village, the huts of which seemed -to be perched upon the shelves of the rock, like eagles' -eyries. -</p> - -<p> -They found the village clean and sweet. -</p> - -<p> -The chief took the officers into the largest hut, -which he had caused to be rebedded with withered -ferns, while the couches all round were made of -beautiful heaths, intermingled with wild flowers. -</p> - -<p> -Then Creggan and the gunner went out to see to -the men's supper, and found them all contented and -jolly. -</p> - -<p> -When he returned, lo! a banquet of fried fish, sweet -potatoes, roast yams, capsicums, and fruit of many -kinds, was spread on boards or pieces of bark before -his shipmates. -</p> - -<p> -"Take seat, take seat!" cried the chief, "and eatee -plenty mooch foh true!" -</p> - -<p> -"Why," said Creggan, as he squatted on the ferns, -"this is indeed a land flowing with milk and honey." -</p> - -<p> -It was, and behind each officer kneeled a little girl -with a palm-leaf fan to keep the guests cool. -</p> - -<p> -A modicum of rum was served out, and the chief, -Gabo, was asked to drink. -</p> - -<p> -He drew back in horror. -</p> - -<p> -"No, soldiers, no!" he cried. "Dat am de debil foh -true. Sometime we hab plenty from the oil-traders -at Gwato. Den we all go mad, and mooch kill -eberybody. Now we nebber look at he." -</p> - -<p> -A band of girls came in afterwards, and danced -while they sang. A strange wild dance it was, with -many wonderful swayings of arms and bodies. -</p> - -<p> -An hour after this the British were sleeping soundly. -</p> - -<p> -All hands were called just a little before sunrise, and -what a gorgeous sight they beheld! Only a Turner -could have done justice to that sky of orange gray and -gold, and to the splendid landscape of forest and water -that lay between. Lake on lake, stream or creek -everywhere, and the purple mist of distance over -all, save where a lake caught the crimson glare of -the sun and was turned into blood. -</p> - -<p> -And down beneath them the nearest braes were clad -in a wealth of wild heaths and geraniums, and many -a charming flower hugging the barer patches. The -officers were silent as they gazed on all this loveliness. -</p> - -<p> -"No beauty such as this," said Grant at last, "can -be seen even in Scotland." -</p> - -<p> -But every bush seemed to be alive with bird-song, -every leaf appeared to hide some feathered songster; -and when any of these flitted from tree to tree, it was -found that they were quite as beautiful in colour as -the flowers themselves. -</p> - -<p> -The air, too, was cool and delightful. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan and Grant went for a little walk farther -up the hill, where they found a great basin of rock -filled with clear limpid water, and here they bathed, -so that the appetite both had for the excellent breakfast, -roast wild game, birds, and mountain trout, with, -as before, yams and sweet potatoes, was quite -striking—striking down, I may say. -</p> - -<p> -They all went hunting that day. But up in the -hills there were few wild animals of any sort, yet -they enjoyed the tramp nevertheless. -</p> - -<p> -They stayed with this wild tribe for over a week, -and every day brought them something fresh in -adventure or pleasure. -</p> - -<p> -Colonel Fraser made sketches, and took many -observations of this beautiful land of wild bird, tree, -flower, and fruit, which at no distant date will become -the possession of the enterprising British colonist, and -give riches to men now starving perhaps in the -overcrowded cities of our island home. -</p> - -<p> -Soon may this day come! -</p> - -<p> -There is nothing impossible in Africa. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap14"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XIV. -<br /><br /> -A FEARFUL NIGHT. -</h3> - -<p> -But the scene changes, and will change still more -as this story runs on. -</p> - -<p> -Our heroes are back once more in the <i>Rattler</i>, that -only last night bumped out over the bar, and is now -lying alongside the <i>Centiped</i>. -</p> - -<p> -Colonel Fraser, of course, has returned to his own -barracks, and the officers of the expedition, including -Creggan, are at dinner on board the larger ship, telling -and talking of all their wild adventures. -</p> - -<p> -"Now, gentlemen," said the captain, "I have news -for you, which I would not tell you before, lest it -should spoil your appetites." -</p> - -<p> -They all waited to hear it. -</p> - -<p> -"The <i>Wasp</i>, outward bound for the slave-coast of -Eastern Africa, lay-to here three days ago and sent -a boat with letters for you all." -</p> - -<p> -"How delightful!" cried Creggan excitedly. -</p> - -<p> -"And, Captain Flint,—the <i>Rattler</i> is ordered home." -</p> - -<p> -"Hurrah!" cried Grant, and there was a general -clapping of hands all round the table, and I'm not -sure but that Creggan's eyes filled with tears. He -was little more than a boy, remember. -</p> - -<p> -Well, the sackful of letters was duly put in the -<i>Rattler's</i> boat when she was hauled up, and that night -everybody on board that saucy gun-boat got good -news—or bad. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan had quite a bunch of letters, which he -read in the gun-room, and again by daylight next -day. -</p> - -<p> -That old song keeps running through my head as -I write— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Good news from home, good news for me,<br /> - Has come across the dark blue sea,<br /> - From friends that I had left in tears,<br /> - From friends I have not seen for years.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "And since we parted long ago,<br /> - My life has been a scene of woe;<br /> - But now a joyful hour has come,<br /> - For I have got good news from home."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -The second line of the second verse is, however, -hardly correct as far Creggan was concerned. On the -whole he had passed his time very pleasantly indeed, -with some little griefs, of course. Many a storm had -the <i>Rattler</i> weathered, and many a strange sight had -he seen. -</p> - -<p> -He would be entitled to a good long spell of leave -when the gun-boat was paid off, and what tales he -would have to tell the old hermit (his Daddy) and -Archie, and last, though not least, dear wee Matty! -But stay, she would be eleven years old, for Creggan -was eighteen or almost. -</p> - -<p> -But here were the letters from home, one each, and -long ones too, from Daddy, Mr. M'Ian, Rory and -Maggie, Nugent and Matty. -</p> - -<p> -He kept the latter to the last. What a dear, -innocent little epistle it was, and though no praise -could be given to the caligraphy, which was a trifle -scrawly, childish, innocent love breathed from every -line. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -It was a bright and beautiful morning when the -<i>Rattler</i> weighed anchor, left the Bight of Benin, and -steered west and away, homeward bound for Merrie -England. -</p> - -<p> -As the gun-boat passed the <i>Centiped</i>, which would -now take her place on this station, there was many -a shout of "<i>bon voyage</i>" from the quarter-deck; the -rigging was crowded with sailors like bees on a bush, -and after three cheers were given, the little band of -the <i>Centiped</i> struck up <i>Home, Sweet Home</i>. -</p> - -<p> -The notes came quavering sweetly, sadly over the -water, but soon they died away, and in an hour's time -the ship they had left behind them could hardly be -seen against the greenery of the trees that lined the -Afric foreshore. -</p> - -<p> -They made a good run that day, and when, after -the ward-room dinner and gun-room supper, Grant and -Creggan met upon the quarter-deck, steam had been -turned off and the fires banked, for there was just -enough wind to send the <i>Rattler</i> on. She ran before -it, for it blew off the land, with stunsails set alow and -aloft. -</p> - -<p> -It was a delightful night, though not bright, but -the clouds that covered the sky were very high and -gauzy. They had many a rift of blue, however, and -whenever she had a chance while the clouds went -scudding on, the moon shone down on the sea with -a radiance brighter than diamonds. -</p> - -<p> -Now and then a shoal of playful dolphins would go -leaping and dancing past. It was evident that they -enjoyed the beauty of the night as well, if not better, -than even Grant or Creggan could. -</p> - -<p> -The <i>Rattler's</i> record till she reached the Bay of -Biscay, which she skirted only, was really a good one -for a ship of such small horse-power. Though an -iron-clad, remember, she had sails and rigging as well -as steam. But now the scene changed! The glass -went down like falling over a cliff, banks of sugarloaf -clouds rose one evening threateningly in the east, -and it was evident to every seafarer on board that it -was to be a dirty night. So sails were got in, and the -ship made snug, while the engineer speedily got up -steam. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan was in the first mate's watch, and they -had the middle watch to keep to-night. -</p> - -<p> -A man had come down below to shake his hammock -and call him. That hammock required a good -deal of shaking before Creggan was thoroughly -aroused. But he turned out at once. -</p> - -<p> -"Better put on your oil-skins, sir," said the seaman. -</p> - -<p> -"Is it blowing, then?" -</p> - -<p> -"Hark, don't you hear it roar, sir? It's blowing -real big guns, Dahlgrens and Armstrongs, all in a heap. -Hurry up, sir! It's gone eight bells minutes ago." -</p> - -<p> -Creggan was not long in getting on deck. He tied -the flaps of his oil-skin over his ears and under his -chin. A good thing, too, for the wind was wild -enough to have torn one's hair off. Creggan could -scarcely stand or stagger against it. Nor could the -gun-boat make much headway either. Hardly, -perhaps, a knot an hour. -</p> - -<p> -The lad got aft to look at the compass. Yes, her -head was north and a trifle westerly. She was boldly -holding her course at all events. -</p> - -<p> -It was very dark indeed, for all round the vessel -the horizon was close on board of her, and the inky -clouds must have been miles deep. The ship's masts -seemed to cut through them when high on the top of -a storm-tormented wave, and when down in the deep -trough between two seas these waves thundered over -the bows and came rushing aft in white foam, a -rolling cataract, which, had the ship not been battened -down, would have flooded the engine-room and -probably drowned out the fires. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan was perfectly alive to the extreme danger, -for if the ship from any accident broached to, in -all probability she would turn turtle and be heard of -nevermore, until the sea gave up its dead. -</p> - -<p> -Yet Creggan managed to get forward a few yards -to the spot where the first lieutenant stood clinging to -a stay, and they managed to carry on a conversation -for a while. -</p> - -<p> -But a kind of drowsiness stole over both, and -presently they became silent. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan was awakened from his lethargy by the -crashing of wood forward. A mighty wave had splintered -the bulwarks, and for just about half a minute -the vessel fell off her course. -</p> - -<p> -It was found necessary to put an extra hand to the -wheel. -</p> - -<p> -The storm was now at its worst. Ever and anon the -waves, more than houses high, made a clean breach -over her, the spray dashing as high as the fore-top, -and even down the funnel. -</p> - -<p> -To add to the terror, peal after peal of thunder -appeared to shake the ship to her very keel. Louder -far than the roar of the savage waves was this thunder, -and the lightning lit up the slippery decks, and -showed the men crouching and shivering aft, their -faces like the faces of the dead, while over the ocean -it shot and glimmered till the sea itself looked an -ocean of fire. -</p> - -<p> -Indeed, indeed a dreadful night! -</p> - -<p> -Neither the first lieutenant nor Creggan was sorry -when they were relieved. -</p> - -<p> -The former beckoned the lad into the ward-room. -Then he produced the beef and "fixings", as he called -bread, butter, and the cruets. Both were hungry, and -between them they made the joint look small. -</p> - -<p> -Then Creggan went off to his hammock, commending -himself as he lay down to that God who can hold -the sea in the hollow of His hand. -</p> - -<p> -Four hours of sweetest dreamless slumber, and when -our hero went on deck after breakfast, though the -wind had gone down and gone round, the seas were -still high and darkling blue. -</p> - -<p> -But it was now a beam wind, so fires were banked, -and she went dancing on her course, as if she well -knew that after all her trials and buffetings she -would soon be safe in Plymouth Sound. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -The evening before the <i>Rattler</i> sighted the -chalk-cliffs of Old England Creggan had kept the first -watch, from eight to twelve, therefore he would have -what sailors call "all night in". That is, he turned -in at twelve, and did not have to leave his hammock -till about half-past seven. -</p> - -<p> -On board a ship in harbour, the time youngsters -turn out is five bells. I slept in a hammock myself -when I first joined, and I assure the reader I didn't -like to be called at five bells, or half-past six; but the -quartermaster was inexorable, he used to pass along -the orlop deck, where all our hammocks hung, and -strike each a dig with his thumb underneath. -</p> - -<p> -"Five bells, sir, please! Five bells, sir, please!" -</p> - -<p> -This resounded all along the deck, and if we had -not turned out in five minutes, then he took the -number of the hammock and reported it to the commander. -The owner of that hammock was planked. That is, -he was brought on the quarter-deck and severely -reprimanded. -</p> - -<p> -Our sea-chests stood all round the deck, and as -soon as we got up, our servants folded the bed-clothes, -lashed up the hammocks, and trundled them away -to the upper deck to be neatly stowed in the -topgallant bulwarks. -</p> - -<p> -But though we got up, we didn't always, if ever, -begin to dress immediately. No, we used to mount -to the top of our sea-chests, and with our night-shirts -drawn down to cover the toes, and our knees up to -our chins, squat there for perhaps a quarter of an hour, -looking for all the world like a row of fan-tail pigeons. -</p> - -<p> -Then we grew lively, opened our sea-chests, which, -you know, contain a complete toilet service at the top, -washed and towelled, skylarked, stole each others socks, -and pelted each other with wet sponges. I dare say -our marine servants were to be pitied in their almost -fruitless endeavours to maintain order. -</p> - -<p> -Ah! those dear old days are past and gone, and -they will never come again! -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -However, although he had all night in, somehow it -was quite an hour before Creggan dosed off. He was -reviewing in his mind the events of the cruise, and -thinking of home at the same time, anxiously too. It -must have been months and months since the last -batch of letters received were written, and some of his -dear friends may have died since then. This thought -made his heart beat uneasily. -</p> - -<p> -Then he remembered that he had hurried into his -hammock without saying his prayers. -</p> - -<p> -But he did so now, and so felt more contented and -happy. -</p> - -<p> -All the scenes of the past three years then presented -themselves in single file before his mind's eye. Had -he done all he could for the service? -</p> - -<p> -He really thought he had. -</p> - -<p> -Poor old Daddy the hermit had given Creggan -three maxims before he left his little island home, and -the lad had always borne these in mind. They are not -sentimental or namby-pamby, or I would not repeat -them. They are just good, honest rules, that would -help any sailor-boy to get his foot well on to the first -rung of the ladder that leads to fame and fortune. -</p> - -<p> -"My dear sonny," said the hermit, "mind you this, -and mind it all your life:— -</p> - -<p> -"First—If a thing is worth doing at all, it is worth -doing well. -</p> - -<p> -"Second—'Work while it is called to-day, for the -night cometh when no man can work'. -</p> - -<p> -"Third—Try to see your duty and make sure of it, -and when you see it, go straight for it." -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -But Creggan dosed off at last, and soon slept soundly -enough. -</p> - -<p> -When he got into the gun-room next morning, he -was saluted by his merry messmates in the following -fashion. -</p> - -<p> -"Creggan Ogg, hillo!" -</p> - -<p> -"Hillo—o—o, old Creggan!" -</p> - -<p> -"Creggan, ain't you just too awfully glad for anything?" -</p> - -<p> -Our hero looked from one to the other in a kind of -puzzled way. -</p> - -<p> -"Are you all mad?" he said. -</p> - -<p> -"No, no, no, but we're nearly home, man alive!" -</p> - -<p> -"He isn't half-alive! He isn't awake yet!" -</p> - -<p> -Then it began to dawn upon Creggan. -</p> - -<p> -He jumped up on the locker, and had a peep out -through the tiny port, or scuttle-hole. -</p> - -<p> -Why, it was like looking through a mirror into -fairyland. The picture was very limited, it is true, -but yonder, high up on a green brae, was a long, -white-washed cottage with a woman at a tub washing -clothes in front of it, and a brindled cow quietly -chewing her cud and looking on. -</p> - -<p> -And this was home at last! A little picture from -dear old England! -</p> - -<p> -Creggan stopped longer upon the locker than there -was any need for, because the tears had sprung to his -eyes, and he cared not that his chaffing messmates -should witness such weakness. -</p> - -<p> -Well, soon after this they got past the breakwater -and well into the beautiful Sound. -</p> - -<p> -Boats in swarms begin to surround her, but not a -soul, woman or man, can get on board till the medical -officer comes and they get pratique, a clean bill of -health. -</p> - -<p> -But the men are allowed to talk from the gun-ports -to their friends and relatives beneath. All are anxious -all are either sad or joyful. -</p> - -<p> -How the wife beams when she sees her Jack's brown -face peeping smilingly down. -</p> - -<p> -But oh! the grief and sorrow of some poor women -when they ask some other sailor about their Tom or -Bill. -</p> - -<p> -"Where is Bill?" -</p> - -<p> -"Where is my Tom?" -</p> - -<p> -It is hard, hard to answer such questions, but it -must be done. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, missus," says Jack at the port, "we've been -a-fightin' hard wi' bloomin' niggers, and poor Tom got -scuppered!" -</p> - -<p> -Some women faint. Some turn pale, dazed, and sink -down stunned in the stern-sheets. -</p> - -<p> -But see, yonder comes the medical officer, and in a -very short time the ship is free. -</p> - -<p> -Then up swarm friends and relations, and meetings -and greetings are very joyful indeed. There is a -rattling fire of questions and answers all over the -ship, and many a jolly laugh rings shoreward over -the sea. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan is on the quarter-deck. He expects no one, -but suddenly he is hailed. -</p> - -<p> -"Creggan, old man! How you have grown!" -</p> - -<p> -"Why, is it you, Willie Nugent? And you've grown -too, a little paler though." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, I wish I was as brown as you, Creggan, but -I'm being dragged up for a political career, you know. -And I do hate it. I wish I'd been a sailor." -</p> - -<p> -"And how is your father?" -</p> - -<p> -"Jolly." -</p> - -<p> -"And Matty?" -</p> - -<p> -"Your wee sweetheart is beautiful, and we are all -well. My father has a better and larger bungalow -now in Skye, and we often go out to see the hermit. -He looks no older. Fact, I think he is getting young -again." -</p> - -<p> -"Oscar?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, he did miss you at first. But Tomnahurich -has another dog now, because he thinks on your next -cruise you are bound to get Oscar with you. So -Kooran, and he is a beauty, will then be his -companion." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, you're making me so happy, Willie; but just -one more question. Ever see Archie?" -</p> - -<p> -Willie laughed right merrily and mischievously. -</p> - -<p> -"Why, he is here, Creggan; I was keeping this bit -of news to astound you." -</p> - -<p> -"Archie here!" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes; I'll call him up now." -</p> - -<p> -Next minute, with kindly hand extended, there -walked, smiling but with eyes glistening with tears of -joy, a fashionably-dressed young gentleman with a -budding moustache. -</p> - -<p> -"Man, is it your very, very self?" -</p> - -<p> -"It is no other, dear old friend." -</p> - -<p> -"I'd hardly have known you, Creggan." -</p> - -<p> -"Nor I you. But explain, my boy. Why all this -extensive rig-out—the top hat, the morning coat, the -trousers instead of the kilt? Why all this thusness? -Anybody left you a fortune, Archie?" -</p> - -<p> -"No, no! I've lots of money, though," laughed -Archie. "I've taken a small farm for mother and -Kory, and they live in a red stone house, and have -horses, cows, and sheep." -</p> - -<p> -"But—" -</p> - -<p> -"I'll tell you in a minute. You'll mind our games -of draughts with the bits of carrot and parsnip for -men?" -</p> - -<p> -"Indeed I do." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, a draught-player in Edinburgh challenged -all Scotland for £20 to play with him. After you -left I often played wi' Tomnahurich. He plays well, -but though I took off men of my own, I very soon -whipped off all his. -</p> - -<p> -"'You'll go down to Edinburgh,' he said, 'and beat -this boasting fellow. I'll lend you the money.' -</p> - -<p> -"'But,' says I, 'suppose I lose it?' -</p> - -<p> -"'Never mind,' says he. 'Off you go.' -</p> - -<p> -"And off I went, Creggan, just the kilted ghillie I -was when you left us. Well, there must have been a -hundred great ladies and gentlemen to watch our ten -games. They gave me a little cheer, but my opponent -looked at me in proud disdain. I didn't like it, and -determined to win. You know the old Cameronian -motto—<i>Whate'er a man dares he can do</i>,—and by -St. Kilda, Creggan, I soon lowered that toff's play. -I won the first four games, getting his last crowned -head in a fix every time. -</p> - -<p> -"The room was stuffy and hot, and my head swam -a bit, so he licked me in the fifth. Ah! playing in a -hot room isn't like playing on the breezy cliffs, or -among the wild thyme. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, they opened a window, and our table was -drawn near to it—and, Creggan boy, that toff never -won another game. -</p> - -<p> -"What cheering! what rejoicing! Why, a duchess -took me in her arms and kissed me, and a tall swell -caught me by the hand. -</p> - -<p> -"'You dear little Highlander! You've got to come -to my house to-morrow. I backed you for two thou., -and I'll make you share it.' -</p> - -<p> -"And now, Creggan, I'm champion player of Britain; -but I've been challenged out to the States, and I hope -I'll win there too." -</p> - -<p> -Next day the three friends dined together at the -chief hotel. Oh, such a happy night! Then, as soon -as leave was obtained—the ship being paid off,—they -all started for Glasgow by boat, and thence, again by -boat, to the beautiful Island of Wings. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap15"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XV. -<br /><br /> -WELCOME BACK TO SKYE. -</h3> - -<p> -Creggan Ogg M'Vayne might well sing of -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "A life on the ocean wave,<br /> - A home on the rolling deep".<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -Well, any man who is worth the noble name of sailor -loves his ship, and looks upon her as "home" in the -real sense of the word. Nor does he long for any -other while the commission lasts. But oh! when the -order to return comes on board, then there is -something within him that, though it may have been -slumbering for years, awakes at once, and he is eager, -even to excitement, to see once more the woods and -flowery fields of England, or the wild straths and -glens of green Caledonia. -</p> - -<p> -When the boat discharged Willie and Creggan at -Portree, the latter felt that he was indeed at home. -</p> - -<p> -"No, Willie, we won't walk. I'm too impatient far -for that." -</p> - -<p> -"I'll do whatever you do, old man." -</p> - -<p> -So they hired a fast horse and dogcart; the driver -a man who could hold the ribbons well, the nag as -sure-footed as a mule. -</p> - -<p> -The day was bright and bracing, so that Creggan's -spirits rose with every milestone passed. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Perhaps in no country in all the wide world is the -early autumn more lovely than in our own dear -Scottish Highlands. The fierce heat of summer that -erst was reflected from the lofty crags and mountain -brows to the straths below, is mitigated now. The -grass is still green in the bonnie bosky dells, through -which streamlets meander over their pebbly beds and -go singing to the sea. Though the winds are whispering -now among the birchen foliage, and the tall -needled pine-trees, with a harsher voice than that of -sweet spring-time, the tall ferns in many a quiet and -sylvan nook wave wild and bonnie, their fronds of -green and brown making a charming background to -the crimson nodding bells of the foxglove. And the -hills above are purple and crimson with heather and -heath, with many a rugged crag or gray rock peeping -through, which only serve to enhance their beauty. -</p> - -<p> -But here in the north of Skye are no trees, though -the heather is a sight to see, and so you hardly miss -the dark waving pines. -</p> - -<p> -"I'm just so happy," said Creggan, "that I believe -I could sing." -</p> - -<p> -"My dear boy," said Willie, "I already know -enough about politics to be able to assure you that -no act of parliament has yet been passed against -singing. Heave round, as you sailors say, and give -us a ditty." -</p> - -<p> -"Give us a bass then, Willie." -</p> - -<p> -"That I will, and the horse himself will beat time -to your melody." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, I'll sing you a song our bo's'n used to troll -at the fo'castle head in starlight evenings, when our -ship was far at sea. But I have not his voice. It -is called— -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> - THE SAILOR'S RETURN.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy,<br /> - The fleecy snow frown'd on the whitened shore,<br /> - Cold as the fears that chilled her dreary fancy,<br /> - While she her sailor from her bosom tore.<br /> - To his fill'd heart a little Nancy pressing,<br /> - While a young tar the ample trousers eyed,<br /> - In need of firmness, in this state distressing,<br /> - Will checked the rising sigh, and fondly cried:<br /> - 'Ne'er fear the perils of the fickle ocean,<br /> - Sorrow's all a notion,<br /> - Grief all in vain;<br /> - Sweet love, take heart,<br /> - For we but part<br /> - In joy to meet again.'<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - Loud blew the wind, when, leaning on that willow<br /> - Where the dear name of William printed stood,<br /> - Poor Nancy saw, tossed by a faithless billow,<br /> - A ship dash'd 'gainst a rock that topped the flood.<br /> - Her tender heart, with frantic sorrow thrilling,<br /> - Wild as the storm that howl'd along the shore,<br /> - No longer could resist a stroke so killing:<br /> - ''Tis he,' she cried, 'nor shall I see him more!<br /> - Why did he ever trust the fickle ocean?<br /> - Sorrow's my portion,<br /> - Misery and pain!<br /> - Break, my poor heart,<br /> - For now we part,<br /> - Never to meet again.'<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - Mild was the eye, all nature was smiling,<br /> - Four tedious years had Nancy passed in grief,<br /> - When, with her children, the sad hours beguiling,<br /> - She saw her William fly to her relief!<br /> - Sunk in his arms with bliss he quickly found her,<br /> - But soon return'd to life, to love, and joy;<br /> - While her grown young ones anxiously surround her,<br /> - And now Will clasps his girl, and now his boy.<br /> - 'Did I not say, though 'tis a fickle ocean,<br /> - Sorrow's all a notion,<br /> - Grief all in vain?<br /> - My joy how sweet!<br /> - For now we meet,<br /> - Never to part again.'<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -As the horse went merrily trotting along the road, -and the voices of those happy boys raised in song -was echoed from rock and brae, little kilted lads and -kirtled lassies ran out from cottage doors—for joy is -infectious—to shout and wave their bonnets as long -as they could see the trap. -</p> - -<p> -And now, here is Uig once more. The landlady -just as buxom and jolly as before, though at first she -did not know Creggan. -</p> - -<p> -Here a good luncheon was made, and the horse -fed. Then on again for many a mile, till the gray -ruins of the warlike old castle of Duntulm hove -in sight, the swift rolling Minch, and, far beyond, -the blue hills of Harris. And yonder, too, was the -hermit's isle of Kilmara. -</p> - -<p> -Some distance from the sea was Nugent's bungalow, -but all were at the door to meet Willie and Creggan, -the sailor-boy. -</p> - -<p> -Matty could talk better English now, though still -a child, and just as innocent as ever. While Creggan -rested on a chair under the pretty verandah, trying to -answer about a hundred questions at the same time, -wee Matty climbed his knee, and with one soft arm -around his neck, claimed her sailor all to herself. -</p> - -<p> -Then there was the visit to the manse. More -welcomes there from Rory, Maggie, and Mr. M'Ian. -</p> - -<p> -Oh, it is really worth going to sea for a few years, -if only to receive a welcome home like this! -</p> - -<p> -The sea to-day was blue and smooth, so Willie had -his skiff taken down from the manse, and with Matty -in the stern-sheets—-just in the dear old way—he -paddled out to visit his Daddy. -</p> - -<p> -That was indeed a delightful meeting, but I cannot -describe it. The new dog came furious, barking at -Creggan, but poor Oscar knew him at a glance, and -simply went wild with joy. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Let no one ever tell me that a dog forgets a kind -master. When I myself first went to sea—in the -Royal Navy—I left my beautiful collie with my -mother. Not only did he know me when I returned -after several years, but on the day my arrival was -announced mother said to him: "Tyro, doggie, your -master is coming to-day". He never left the window -after that. Never ceased to watch till, afar off, he -could see me. Then his impatience was unbounded -till the door was opened, and he came rushing down -the road to meet me. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Creggan spent the night with Daddy, who had not -altered a bit, but he rowed Matty home first. -</p> - -<p> -That evening a strange but true tale of the sea was -related to Creggan, and the mystery that surrounded -his childhood was cleared up once and for ever. -</p> - -<p> -It was thought best by the minister, and by Nugent -also, that the hermit should break the news to the lad. -</p> - -<p> -Know then, that not more than a month ago, a lady -in black, still beautiful, though she must have been -verging on forty, was travelling in a dog-cart through -Skye, with her own maid and coachman. -</p> - -<p> -Calling at the manse, M'Ian happened among other -things to tell her of the strange story of the finding -of Creggan in the skiff on the beach of Kilmara isle. -</p> - -<p> -She seemed strangely agitated. -</p> - -<p> -"Is the skiff still to the fore, and might I see it?" -</p> - -<p> -"Certainly, my dear lady." -</p> - -<p> -She had hardly looked at it before she almost fainted, -and would have fallen had not M'Ian's strong arms -supported her. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, sir, that was our boat! Is the boy still -alive?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, and at sea. We expect him back in a month. -He was brought up by the hermit of Kilmara out -yonder." -</p> - -<p> -"Do row me over there, will you?" -</p> - -<p> -"With pleasure, madam." -</p> - -<p> -And the minister's own boat was launched and soon -reached the island. -</p> - -<p> -The hermit was mystified at first, but soon -recovering, told her all the reader already knows. -</p> - -<p> -Then she told her sad story. -</p> - -<p> -The <i>Sea-Swallow</i>—her husband's ship—was lying -at Harris in a little bay. He, her husband, had been, -alas! drinking hard some weeks before this, but -seemed quite recovered, and one day she received an -invitation from the minister of the parish to go on -a picnic excursion with his children to see the -beauties of the island. She would be back before ten. It -was autumn, and the nights were long, with bright -starlight and a little frost. Her husband would not go -on shore, but appeared delighted to be left in charge -of the child. The mother had not been gone over two -hours, and night had fallen, when he told the first -to call away the skiff, a light kind of dinghy. -He told him he was going on shore to the manse, and -would take the child with him. He was in no way -excited, but quiet and calm, and singing low to the -child as he went down the gangway ladder. -</p> - -<p> -The mate watched him rowing himself towards the -shore, then went below. -</p> - -<p> -The captain was never seen again. -</p> - -<p> -His name was Mearns, and the <i>Sea-Swallow</i> was as -much a yacht as a trader, though she did bring cargoes -of fruit from Italy. -</p> - -<p> -Mrs. Mearns was prostrated with grief, and for -many a long week never left her bed. The most -Christian conclusion she could come to was that the -boat had been swamped and sunk, and both the -husband and child drowned. -</p> - -<p> -But the <i>Sea-Swallow</i> was sold, and ever since poor -Mrs. Mearns had lived alone with her grief, in her -beautiful home down near to Torquay. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -"And this lady is—my—mother, Daddy?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, my lad; and you will see her to-morrow." -</p> - -<p> -And next day he was early on shore with Oscar, -and went straight to the manse. -</p> - -<p> -The lady in black came slowly up the garden path -about mid-day. -</p> - -<p> -Something seemed to whisper to Creggan, telling -him that this was indeed his mother. He ran to -meet her. -</p> - -<p> -She held him at arm's-length for a few seconds, -while she turned white and red by turns. -</p> - -<p> -"It is indeed my long-lost son!" she cried. "Oh, -heaven be praised for the dawn of this day!" -</p> - -<p> -Then woman-like she relieved her feelings by weeping. -</p> - -<p> -Mrs. Mearns took up her abode at the manse for -two months, all the time, in fact, that Creggan spent -in Skye. But she seemed quite a changed woman, -and looked ten years younger at least. -</p> - -<p> -She no longer wore mourning, but light-coloured, -beautiful dresses. She played and sang too, in a -manner that quite fascinated the minister, and she -took part in all the rambles about this wild romantic -island. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Well, partings came again, and with them tears and -blessings. Oh, that sad word "Farewell"! -</p> - -<p> -In a week after this Creggan and his mother were -at Torquay. But a delightful old-fashioned wooden -paddle frigate was commissioned at Plymouth. She -was going on Special Service, to carry despatches here, -there, and everywhere. Creggan went on purpose to -see her, and though the carpenters, or wood-peckers -as we used to call them, were still on board, the -lad—who, by the way, had been promoted to sub-lieutenant, -wore a stripe and carried a sword—liked her so much, -that he made an application to be appointed to her. -</p> - -<p> -His appointment came in a few days. -</p> - -<p> -Then Creggan once more took the bold step of -calling on the captain, and with him went Oscar. -</p> - -<p> -Captain Leeward opened the door, and when the -young sub-lieutenant introduced himself— -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, come in, my good fellow. No, no, don't shut -the door in the dear doggie's face." -</p> - -<p> -So in went Creggan and in went Oscar. -</p> - -<p> -"I say," said Captain Leeward, a most pleasant-faced -man, "I must ask you to bring this beautiful animal -with you. I have a lovely black Newfoundland, and -they will be excellent companions." -</p> - -<p> -Had anyone handed Creggan a cheque for £10,000, -he could not have been more delighted than he was -at this moment. -</p> - -<p> -Then in stalked the very dog the captain had -mentioned. Creggan had never seen so noble a fellow -before. -</p> - -<p> -He appeared a little surprised at seeing another dog -in the room, but as soon as Oscar went up and licked -his ear—a dog's kiss—he took to him at once, and -before Creggan left they both lay asleep together -before the fire. -</p> - -<p> -"I've heard all about you from Captain Flint -himself—rather a tartar sometimes, but possessed of a -right good heart. You must stay to supper, and we'll -swap yarns, you know. -</p> - -<p> -"By the way," he added, "do you know that your -bold messmate, Dr. Grant, has been appointed to this -ship?" -</p> - -<p> -"I didn't know, but I feel so pleased!" -</p> - -<p> -A very delightful evening Creggan spent, till nine -o'clock, then he begged leave to go. -</p> - -<p> -The last thing that Captain Leeward said as he -shook Creggan's hand was this: -</p> - -<p> -"You saved your captain's life, lad. Your courage -in presence of the enemy was conspicuous, and although -the Admiralty is slow—it won't forget you! -</p> - -<p> -"Good-night. Join your ship in a week's time." -</p> - -<p> -"Good-night, sir. You have made me very happy." -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap16"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XVI. -<br /><br /> -LIFE ON THE GOOD SHIP <i>OSPREY</i>. -</h3> - -<p> -It was a stormy day in the end of October when the -good frigate <i>Osprey</i> got up steam and put out to -sea. -</p> - -<p> -Signals had been exchanged for an hour before this -between the admiral's office and the ship. The -admiral thought it most imprudent to sail on such a day. -</p> - -<p> -Captain Leeward was persistent, however, and at -last, like any other wilful man, he had his way. -</p> - -<p> -The wind was from the east-south-east, cold and -bitter and high. The air, too, was filled with sleet or -snow. -</p> - -<p> -When they passed the breakwater it caught her -bows smartly, and slued her for a few moments out of -her course. But the helmsman quickly put her up, -and the strong paddles fought the water fiercely, and -successfully too. -</p> - -<p> -Balked in its design of driving the <i>Osprey</i> against -the breakwater, the wind did all sorts of ill-natured -things. It cut the smoke of the funnel clean off, and -drove its dark wreaths to leeward; it rattled the braces, -it shook the rigging; it slammed the companion -doorways, swayed the hanging boats about, and dashed the -spray inboard with sometimes a green sea, till -everybody who had to be on deck and hadn't an oilskin on -was drenched to the skin. A nasty, disagreeable old -wind! -</p> - -<p> -The <i>Osprey</i> didn't seem to mind it a bit. She had a -broad beam of her own, a strong bowsprit and jibboom, -and she lifted her bows slowly, and with a sturdy -disdain that showed she cared for neither wind nor -sea. -</p> - -<p> -Nor did the men either—every one of whom had -been picked and chosen by Captain Leeward himself, -every one of whom was as hardy as the vikings of old. -</p> - -<p> -Before the ship was two miles from the Sound, -and while standing amidships talking to Grant,—the -<i>Osprey's</i> head being now turned to west-and-south, so -that spray no longer flew inboard,—Creggan said: -</p> - -<p> -"Listen, doctor; what a grand singer!" -</p> - -<p> -For up from the forehatch rose high above the roar -of the wind a manly voice, singing one of Dibdin's -most favourite songs:— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear<br /> - The mainmast by the board,<br /> - My heart with thoughts of thee, my dear,<br /> - And love well stor'd,<br /> - Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear;<br /> - The roaring winds, the raging sea;<br /> - In hopes on shore<br /> - To be once more<br /> - Safe moor'd with thee."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"Yes, he sings well. And do you know, that with -the kindliest heart that ever was in sailor's breast, -Captain Leeward has his peculiarities." -</p> - -<p> -"Yes?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes. I've known him before, and sailed with him, -always in a wooden ship. He hates an iron-clad, and -he must see canvas bellying out aloft if there be a bit -of wind at all. He is really an independent man, and -wouldn't take a ship at all unless he had all his own -way. So every man-jack is a jolly tar of the good old -school, and his officers too, are, I have always found, -genuine fellows. He must have somebody to dine -with him every night, and it is just as often a middie -as a ward-room officer. As for myself, I have always -a knife and fork laid for me, and if I don't dine with -Leeward I look in after dessert, and many a yarn he -spins me." -</p> - -<p> -"So different from Flint." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, yes; but we must never say a word against the -absent." -</p> - -<p> -"No." -</p> - -<p> -"Hark!" cried Grant; "didn't I tell you?" -</p> - -<p> -The ship's head was kept away a point or two. -</p> - -<p> -Next minute the bo's'n's shrill pipe was heard. -"<i>Eep—eep—peep—peep—ee—ee—ee!</i> All hands -make sail!" -</p> - -<p> -Up rattle the watches below, and aloft they went -right cheerily. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan had never seen a ship's sails cast loose so -speedily, nor so quickly braced up. -</p> - -<p> -"They are indeed good sailors, Dr. Grant." -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, I told you. But look here, old fellow, just -call me 'Grant', and 'douse' the 'Dr.'." -</p> - -<p> -"All right, Grant," said Creggan, laughing. -</p> - -<p> -The fires were now let down and the paddles thrown -out of gear, and presently that old <i>Osprey</i> was doing -ten knots an hour on a beam wind. -</p> - -<p> -I suppose that Captain Leeward had some inkling -of where he was going to, else he would not have held -this course. -</p> - -<p> -But the sealed orders were opened next morning, -and he found that the <i>Osprey</i> was on particular -service, her first destination being Venezuela. -</p> - -<p> -He told his officers this, and that they might then -look in at Rio and open further orders there—probably. -</p> - -<p> -If, reader mine, you knew the Service as well as I -do, you would remark that it was very good of the -gallant Captain Leeward to be thus explicit with his -officers. Many men that I know, or have known, -would have shrouded themselves in their cold dignity, -and to any inquiry made by an officer as to their -destination, would simply have replied— -</p> - -<p> -"Venezuela." -</p> - -<p> -If asked, "And where next, sir?" such men would -reply, "I really can't tell you at present". -</p> - -<p> -Well, lads who mean to join the glorious British -Navy, and serve either as young officers or boys -under— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'The flag that braved a thousand years<br /> - The battle and the breeze',<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -must not expect their lives to be all sunshine, any -more than they need expect the sea around to be -always blue, rippled by balmy winds, and domed over -with an azure sky, flecked with fleecy cloudlets, and -at night studded with silver-shining stars. -</p> - -<p> -In some ships they will find that fighting the waves -is not fun by any means, because many of the best of -our navy ships are sent to sea defective. Machinery—and -it is marvellously intricate nowadays—may -break down at an untimely moment, even in the -midst of a terrible storm, and having no serviceable -sail, even the largest iron-clad will then be at the -mercy of the waves. Oh, how she rolls and yaws -and plunges and careens at such a time! -</p> - -<p> -The best sailors on board cannot keep their feet, -their heads swim with the awful motion. Things -break loose and play pitch-and-toss about the deck, -the ward-room furniture may be all one chaotic heap, -and all the while the seas are making a plaything of -her, dashing over her, high as the conning tower, and -rushing in cataracts fore to aft, or even vice versa. -At such a time it seems as if the ocean wished to -show those poor wave-beleaguered sailors how small -the strongest works of man are, compared to those of -God. -</p> - -<p> -But independently of storms without or the breaking -down of machinery, the ship may not be a happy -one as far as officers and men are concerned. The -crew, all told, may be a badly assorted one, and I have -been in ships, only for a short spell, thank goodness, -that were known on the station as "floating hells". -</p> - -<p> -Much depends upon one's captain. If he is a kind-hearted, -genuine fellow he can do everything to keep -things smooth fore and aft. The ward-room officers -take their cue from him, the gun-room follows the -example which the ward-room sets them on deck or -below, the midshipmen influence the warrant officers, -and these in their turn the able and ordinary seamen -and the first and second class boys themselves. -</p> - -<p> -But I must heave ahead with my story, instead of -hauling my fore-yard aback or lying-to, in order to -ruminate and preach. Oh, I know my own faults, -my lads; I have so much to say about sea and a life -on the ocean wave, that, with a pen in my hand, I -want to say it or write it all at once. -</p> - -<p> -Well, Creggan hadn't been a day at sea before he -found out that the <i>Osprey</i> was going to be a real happy -ship. -</p> - -<p> -They soon lost sight of land in the haze of the storm, -though all day long the beautiful gulls kept sailing -around the ship, tack and half-tack in the air. For -these sea-gulls look upon ships as their own, because -from them they receive their main supply of food; so -they always follow them afar, trying, as it were, by -their plaintive calls, to get them to return. -</p> - -<p> -It was dark enough at eight o'clock to-night, and -the gulls had all returned shorewards. The gale still -raged, but the <i>Osprey</i> was under easy sail, and the -motion was by no means disagreeable to a sailor. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan had been keeping the second dog-watch, -but now went below. There was first the fighting -deck to pass through, where the great port-holes were, -and the black, shining guns, each with its snow-white -lanyard prettily coiled and lying on the breach. A -fine open breezy deck, the shot and shell neatly -arranged in racks around the hatchways, and the -sick-bay far away forward yonder. Abaft here was the -captain's quarters or saloon, with a red-coated, armed -sentry walking near it, slowly fore and aft. -</p> - -<p> -Then Creggan dived below. Aft again on this deck -and right under the captain's quarters, only coming -more forward, was the well-lighted ward-room, from -which issued the sound of merry voices and laughing. -Turning forward and on the port side there was first -a cabin or two, and then the gun-room. -</p> - -<p> -Below this was the orlop deck, where many hammocks -were hung, and which was lined with two rows -of dingy, dark, though white-washed cabins, lighted -by day only by the round scuttle-hole, and at night by -a candle hung in jimbles. These cabins were told off -to warrant officers, bo's'n, carpenter, &c., &c., and to -senior officers of the gun-room. But really most of -these preferred a hammock just outside, for the sake -of fresher air. -</p> - -<p> -To-night, Creggan, to whom one of these cabins, and -a good one too, was allotted, had occasion to go below. -He heard a sad moaning proceeding from a hammock, -and a white, white melancholy face hanging half over -the side. -</p> - -<p> -"I say!" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, my lad." -</p> - -<p> -"Are you the surgeon? I'm very dickey. I'm a -a clerk, and I wish I had never, never left the land." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, I'm sub, and the second senior member of -your mess. Don't give way. I'll go and get the surgeon." -</p> - -<p> -And so he did. -</p> - -<p> -Kind-hearted Grant first gave him a doze of something, -which I know well but must not mention, then -a tumblerful of good champagne, and in five minutes' -time poor little Mr. Todd was wrapt in dreamless -slumber. -</p> - -<p> -There were two more of Neptune's young children -who wanted seeing to. Having done so, Grant went -aloft again. -</p> - -<p> -Then Creggan went to his quarters. -</p> - -<p> -"Come along, sir," cried one of three bold middies -who sat around the gun-room table when Creggan -drew back the curtain; "come along, and have a hand -at whist." -</p> - -<p> -"Thank you, messmates, but I must feed first." -</p> - -<p> -"Steward!" -</p> - -<p> -"Ay ay, sorr," said an unmistakably Irish voice. -"That's me, myself, sorr;" and a tallish, smart fellow, -with black buttons on his short jacket, and a blue -ground to his beardless face, entered the mess. -</p> - -<p> -"Bring in the beef, and all kinds of fixings." -</p> - -<p> -"Any dhrink, sorr?" -</p> - -<p> -"No drink, thanks. What's your name?" -</p> - -<p> -"M'Carthy, sorr, sure enough." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, Mac, heave round." -</p> - -<p> -"Be back afore ye could say knife, sorr." -</p> - -<p> -Creggan made a capital supper. Then he had just -one game to please the youngsters. -</p> - -<p> -"I'm dying with sleep, boys," he said, "so I'll turn -in. Ta-ta, see you all in the morning." -</p> - -<p> -He departed, leaving them singing, and, turning in, -was soon sound and fast. And thus he slept till called -to keep the morning watch. -</p> - -<p> -It was a little cold, but Creggan had bent on his -thickest pilot jacket, and the second lieutenant soon -came stumping up, and he also had on his foul-weather -gear. -</p> - -<p> -But the wind had gone down considerably, and -with it the sea. She had lost way, too. So Mellor -sent men aloft to loosen and shake out sails. The -effect was magical, and with the wind well abaft the -beam the <i>Osprey</i> pulled herself together, threw off -dull sloth and went through the water like a thing of -life. All along the top-gallant bulwarks forward, -the spray was sprinkled as the good ship spurned the -billows, but nothing came aft. -</p> - -<p> -Mr. Mellor, the lieutenant, a round-faced, fair-haired -young Cornishman, strode up and down the deck -talking, and smoking a short clay. Creggan and he -were swapping yarns—humorous yarns mostly—and -exchanging experiences, and were soon as well -acquainted as if they had known each other for years. -</p> - -<p> -Soon after five bells, a light was seen gradually -spreading over the eastern horizon, getting higher and -higher momentarily. It looked at first like the -reflection of a far-off city on a dark night. -</p> - -<p> -But the light grew whiter and brighter. -</p> - -<p> -It was gray dawn now. Then high up in the west -a streak of a cloud began to glow with orange and -crimson beauty. Rolling clouds on the horizon astern -were lit up with a fringe of gold and carmine. Then -all the east became a glory of colour that was almost -dazzling, but very beautiful. The god of day was -rising, and this dazzlingly-painted orient formed the -curtains of his couch. -</p> - -<p> -Soon now, red and fiery, his beams spread in a path -of blood across the sea, and lo! it was day. -</p> - -<p> -Both Creggan and Mellor spent that watch very -pleasantly, and before going below the latter held out -his hand, and Creggan gladly grasped it. -</p> - -<p> -"Good-bye," said Mellor. "We're going to be friends, -you know." -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap17"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XVII. -<br /><br /> -MESS-ROOM FUN. -</h3> - -<p> -The gun-room mess of H.M.S. <i>Osprey</i> was by no -means an overcrowded one—three middies, an -assistant-paymaster, a clerk, another sub-lieutenant, -Mr. Wickens,[<a id="chap17fn1text"></a><a href="#chap17fn1">1</a>] and Creggan himself. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap17fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap17fn1text">1</a>] My prototype for this young officer -was Sydney Dickens, the son of the -great novelist, with whom I was shipmate, -the dearest little fellow I ever -knew.—G.S. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -One middie did not really belong to the mess. He -was a supernumerary, going out to join the flag-ship -on the South American coast. -</p> - -<p> -Midshipman Robertson was a funny little fellow. -Not bad-looking, but choke-full of merriment and -ideas for practical jokes, and when he talked to his -messmates down below, he always screwed his face into -puckers and dimples with the laughter he tried in -vain to conceal. He was an Edinburgh boy, while -young O'Callaghan, the supernumerary, came from -Killarney, and was just as Irish as the steward. -</p> - -<p> -Many a droll logomachy used to take place at dinner-time -between little Scottie and this Killarney lad. All -in fun, of course. -</p> - -<p> -Young Bobbie, as he was called, delighted to tease -Paddy O'Callaghan. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, don't give Paddy another morsel!" cried -Bobbie one day at dinner, as the Irish boy passed his -plate to sub-lieutenant Sidney Wickens for another -slice of beef. -</p> - -<p> -"And why not, you Dougal Crayture?"[<a id="chap17fn2text"></a><a href="#chap17fn2">2</a>] cried -O'Callaghan. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap17fn2"></a> -[<a href="#chap17fn2text">2</a>] The red-haired Highlander in Scott's tale of "Rob Roy". -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"For your own sweet sake, Paddy. I really must -look after you. Coming from a land of potatoes and -buttermilk and—want and woe, over-indulgence in -the roast beef of Old England might have serious -consequences. Indeed, indeed it might." -</p> - -<p> -"Want yourself! I hurl the insinuation back. -Sure, it wasn't for want that I came here." -</p> - -<p> -"No, Paddy, no,—because you had too much of that -at home, you know." -</p> - -<p> -And the laugh was all against poor Paddy this -time. -</p> - -<p> -When the plum-pudding came on that day, again -Bobbie held up a warning finger. -</p> - -<p> -"Mind what I told you, Paddy," he said solemnly, -"or I'll have to write to your mother, and she'll take -you back home to look after the pigs." -</p> - -<p> -"Sure it's yourself that should go home," retorted -O'Callaghan. "If all reports be true, you'd make -more money in bonnie Scotland than here." -</p> - -<p> -"But how, Paddy darlint?" -</p> - -<p> -"How? Is it yourself that asks? Didn't the Duke -of Argyle—God bless him—put up rubbing-stones in -every field? Well, you'd make a dacint living if you -just stood beside one and sold butter and brimstone. -That's for you this time!" -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -After the first storm the weather became glorious. -A splendid breeze, that filled every sail, blew over the -sparkling sea—a breeze that made every sailor's heart -beat with joy, a breeze that made every man-Jack -lithe and active, ay, and happy, bringing merry -laughter to the lips and song from the very heart. -</p> - -<p> -Captain Leeward was very proud of his ship. -</p> - -<p> -"She isn't much of a fighter perhaps, you know," -he said, "and I dare say a shell or two from a big -gun would speedily rip her up, but she is comfortable -and dry and nice, and for all the world like -a yacht, and so I love her." -</p> - -<p> -"You wouldn't be a sailor if you didn't, sir," said -Grant, whom he was addressing. "But I never saw -a ship before so prettily finished, both on the upper -and fighting decks. The Lords Commissioners have -been good to you." -</p> - -<p> -"Ha, ha!" laughed the captain. "It is little indeed -you can get out of them. I did the decorations—extra -paint and gilding, and all that—out of my own -pocket, doctor." -</p> - -<p> -"You have zeal for the Service, then?" -</p> - -<p> -"Not a bit of it. The Admiralty hold out no -encouragement for men to be zealous. But I have -zeal for my own comfort, and you won't catch me in -a box-heater (ironclad), or a torpedo-boat either, if -I can help it." -</p> - -<p> -In the captain's private cabin was a large sealed -box of private despatches. This, on being opened, -was found to contain letters for war-ships both at the -Azores and Bermuda. So the vessel's course was -changed to a more southerly direction, and on she -sped, with stun'sails set. -</p> - -<p> -Well might Leeward be proud of the appearance -of his ship's decks. Brass-work shone like burnished -gold; hard wood glittered like boatman beetles. Never -a rope's-end was left uncoiled; the decks themselves, -scrubbed early every morning, were as white as -piano-keys, and so were even the capstan bars; while the -sailors themselves, with their brown, hardy faces, were -dressed in white trousers and jackets of blue. -</p> - -<p> -It was not a temperance ship, yet, although the man -who did the day's cooking for each mess of sixteen -men had a plentiful allowance of rum, no one was -ever reported by the master-at-arms as being even -a trifle the worse of drink. On fine evenings Captain -Leeward encouraged games. Ship's quoits was a -favourite pastime, so was the running high-leap; -hop-step-and-jump; and leap-frog, once begun, would be -kept up all round the deck till the men were ready to -drop. Of course, with the swaying of the ship, the -men had many a tumble, but this only added to the -general mirth and merriment. -</p> - -<p> -Don't imagine, dear reader, that the gun-room -officers took no part in these sports. They couldn't -keep out of them, and Paddy and little Scottie might -have been seen vaulting over each other, time about, -as if their very lives depended on it. -</p> - -<p> -Dr. Grant must have his little joke at times, and -one day he announced to the officers of the gun-room -mess that he was in a mood to offer a first, second, -and third prize for the winners at standing high-leap. -</p> - -<p> -Next forenoon the sports came off. Well, the ship -that day was rolling rather, so that it was a difficult -thing to stand at all. -</p> - -<p> -However, everyone had the same chance, so the -game came off. Creggan made a fairly good third, -but Paddy and Bobbie tied for first. -</p> - -<p> -"It's you and me, old stupidnumerary," cried Scottie. -"You first. <i>Ignis via</i>—fire away!" -</p> - -<p> -The rod was lowered several pegs, and the -"stupid-numerary" cleared it easily. -</p> - -<p> -So did Bobbie. -</p> - -<p> -Up another peg, again the same, and so on till -some inches over four feet. -</p> - -<p> -Now, as Paddy was about to leap, the ship gave -a bit of a bob, and the poor "stupidnumerary" -kicked off the rod and fell on the softest part of his -body. -</p> - -<p> -"Hurrah!" cried Bobbie. "Scotland's going to clear it!" -</p> - -<p> -He waited a few seconds till the <i>Osprey</i> was on an -even keel, then sprang over it like a bird. -</p> - -<p> -He had won, and the cheering was deafening, even -Hurricane Bob the Newfoundland and Oscar joined in -and made the welkin ring, while Bobbie pretended to -clap his wings and crow. -</p> - -<p> -Then all hands, including the victorious trio, drew -aft to be present at the distribution of the prizes. -</p> - -<p> -"Midshipman Robertson—First Prize." -</p> - -<p> -Bobby sprang forward with alacrity and received—a -mustard leaf. -</p> - -<p> -"What is this for?" he said, with a droll look. -</p> - -<p> -"Damp it," said the doctor, "and put it on your face -to make you blush. I'm sure nothing else can." -</p> - -<p> -"Midshipman O'Callaghan—Second Prize." -</p> - -<p> -Up came the supernumerary and received—an ounce -of Epsom salts. -</p> - -<p> -"But, doctor, dear," cried Paddy, "what am I to do -with them, at all, at all?" -</p> - -<p> -"Swallow them, lad, to draw the blood from your head. -</p> - -<p> -"Third Prize—a box of rhubarb pills." -</p> - -<p> -Creggan laughed. -</p> - -<p> -"Pills," said Dr. Grant, "and medicine of nearly -every sort, are the best things in the world for the -inside—of a rat's hole." -</p> - -<p> -Creggan thanked him, and retired. -</p> - -<p> -That evening the captain gave a dinner-party, -invited to which were Creggan, Grant, and the second -lieutenant. -</p> - -<p> -It was a pretty little dinner. The captain's cook was -really a <i>chef</i>, and the steward a smart young fellow -from Austria, whom he had picked up at a London -hotel, and who now acted also in the capacity of valet -and took the greatest interest in all his master said -and did. They say that no man is ever a hero to -his valet, but it is the exception that proves the -rule. -</p> - -<p> -Antonio Brisha was that exception. -</p> - -<p> -Both Hurricane Bob and Oscar were among the -invited guests to the dinner-party. -</p> - -<p> -Now there was only one drawback to Hurricane Bob's -presence either outside or inside the captain's quarters. -He was so black that the steward, who, when the ship -was rolling a bit had to keep his eye on the dish he -was carrying so as to balance it, could not see him in -the gloaming, and more than once he had tumbled -right over the honest dog, while the dish was smashed -and the joint of meat continued the journey on its own -account. -</p> - -<p> -On such occasions Antonio used to say "Bother!" -only he said it more so. -</p> - -<p> -But on this particular evening everything passed -off delightfully. When told they must behave, "Oh, -certainly, sir", the dogs seemed to reply, and -Hurricane Bob at once jumped up and on to the captain's -beautiful sofa—the room was furnished like a lady's -boudoir. -</p> - -<p> -But Oscar, with his bonnie face and long sable coat, -was not going to lie on the deck any more than his -companion. So he not only leapt upon the sofa, but -from thence on to the top of the piano, there lying -down on the loose sheets of music with his chin upon -his fore-paws, so that he commanded a bird's-eye -view of the table and everything thereon—the -snow-white cloth, the bright silver, the sparkling cruets -and crystal, the flowers, and the fairy-lights. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, sir," cried Creggan half-rising, "shall I turn -him out?" -</p> - -<p> -"Not a bit of it. Let poor Oscar lie there, he has -more good qualities than many a Christian." -</p> - -<p> -Oscar moved not. But he shook his bushy tail by -way of thanks. -</p> - -<p> -During this delightful little dinner-party, the -conversation was quite untrammelled by anything like -conventionality—free and easy, as a sailor's dinner -should be. No one attempted to restrain himself from -laughing, if there was a good thing said; and, as is the -case wherever sailors meet, the conversation changed -from one tack to another, often going right about, like a -ship in a sea-way, if any new subject suggested itself. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, Captain Leeward," said Grant, "I believe I -will have another small slice of that most delicious beef. -Ah, sir," he added, "I fear we won't live like this all -the cruise. Fighting cocks aren't in it, sir." -</p> - -<p> -The captain laughed as he helped his doctor. -</p> - -<p> -"Ever been nearly starved, sir?" -</p> - -<p> -"I can't really say I have. You?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh yes," replied the Doctor, "more than once. -But on one occasion, while slaver-hunting on the East -Coast of Africa in the little <i>P——</i>, our mess ran into -debt. The commander was honest to a fault, and -determined we should live on ship's provisions—salt -junk, pork, peas, &c., with rancid butter and barrelled -eggs—ugh!—till we cleared off our debt. But this -wasn't the worst, for our ship's stores had run short, -and it would be months before we could get another -supply, so we were put six upon four." -</p> - -<p> -Creggan looked inquiringly. -</p> - -<p> -"I mean, Creggan," said Mr. Grant, "that six men—the -number in our mess—had to live on the allowance -of four, and share it as well as they could. -</p> - -<p> -"We had plenty of biscuits, however, but so full of -dust and weevils were they, and so black with the -attentions the huge cockroaches had paid them, that -before we could eat them they had to be fried in bacon -fat. -</p> - -<p> -"There was no growling or snarling, however, we -were all very young, and formed as jolly a little mess -as anyone could wish to be member of. -</p> - -<p> -"I was caterer. It was a red-letter day, or two even, -if, while on shore at say Mozambique, I could fall in -with a sucking-pig." -</p> - -<p> -"You requisitioned it?" said the captain. -</p> - -<p> -"That's it. I used to say, Piggie, I arrest you in -the Queen's name. Piggie spoke out, but I used to -hand it to my marine, and he stopped the squealing. -</p> - -<p> -"Huge yams roasted in the engine-room ashes, -we thought a dish fit to set before a king. One yam, -with pepper, salt, butter, and fried biscuit, would make -a midnight supper for four of us. Then we could -sleep. -</p> - -<p> -"Sometimes on shore I stumbled across an Arab -who had a few ostrich's eggs for sale, and again we -were in clover." -</p> - -<p> -"Are they very large, Grant?" said Creggan. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, one broken and made into a kind of mash -was all that six of us could eat for breakfast, flanked, -of course, by a morsel of salt pork. After such a -breakfast as this we would go singing on deck. We -did manage to shoot some gulls now and then, and -when skinned they didn't taste so very fishy. -</p> - -<p> -"One day we caught a young shark; he made some -trouble on deck, but gave up the ghost at last, and -submitted to be cut up and shared with all the crew. -</p> - -<p> -"Flying-fish wouldn't come near us, but a bonito was -sometimes hooked, and when inshore we got bucketfuls -of rock-oysters. So we didn't do so badly upon -the whole, except when far out in the Indian Ocean -making a long passage from one island to another. -</p> - -<p> -"We took a Bishop of Central Africa[<a id="chap17fn3text"></a><a href="#chap17fn3">3</a>] and a Doctor -of Divinity down with us to the Cape—a three weeks' -voyage from Zanzibar. It was then we suffered most, for -even the skipper's "prog" ran short, and as we couldn't -have the Church suffer, we used to give them some of -our scanty allowance, in return for which Captain -Mill never failed to send us a bottle of wine—we had -no rum. We mulled that bottle of port at eventide, -steeped weevily biscuits in it, then drank and yarned -and sang. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap17fn3"></a> -[<a href="#chap17fn3text">3</a>] Bishop Tozer. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"While eating our miserable dinner our chief conversation -turned upon the 'spreads' we had enjoyed at -English hotels, and the 'feeds' we meant to have when -we once more reached -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - 'The home of the brave and the free'."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"Well," said Captain Leeward, "your yarn, doctor, -reminds me, that when I was a mite of a middle, only -thirteen years of age, and that is longer ago than I -like to believe, I was serving in the old flagship -<i>Princess Royal</i>, on the China station, the ward-room -mess, which contained some sprigs of nobility, -got terribly into debt. -</p> - -<p> -"This was a serious matter for the chief engineer, a -plain-going old fellow, who had a wife and healthy -family at home in England, and for the staff-commander, -or master also. But the latter undertook to -cater for a time, so as to free the mess from debt. -He was to cater on the most economical principles. I -may tell you, however, that between the chief engineer -and master there was almost a blood feud. But the -former, although objecting to expenses, dearly loved a -good luncheon, and this was the meanest meal of the -day. -</p> - -<p> -"The chief would come below, give one glance over -the table, then sink into his chair as sulky as a badger. -Then didn't the wags around the mess-table tease him -anyhow." -</p> - -<p> -At this point of the yarn there was a smart knock -at the ward-room door, the midshipman, or rather the -midshipmite, of the watch entered, and, saluting the -captain, told him that there was a clear light far away -on the weather bow, and so low in the water was it, -that the first lieutenant thought it must be in a boat, -and that as the light was being waved about as if to -attract attention, the men must be in distress. -</p> - -<p> -"Is there much wind?" -</p> - -<p> -"No, sir; we're not doing more than two knots an -hour." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, bear up towards the mysterious light, anyhow, -and let me know again when you get alongside." -</p> - -<p> -"Ay ay, sir," said Bobbie, backing astern and -shutting the door carefully after him. -</p> - -<p> -"Now, sir," said Grant, "perhaps you'll finish your -yarn." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, certainly." -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap18"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XVIII. -<br /><br /> -ST. ELMO'S FIRE. -</h3> - -<p> -"I was saying," he went on, "when Mr. Robertson -came in, that knowing the chief engineer's -weakness, they chaffed him unmercifully. -</p> - -<p> -"'Dalison,'[<a id="chap18fn1text"></a><a href="#chap18fn1">1</a>] one would say, 'allow me to send you -some liver?' -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap18fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap18fn1text">1</a>] Not the chief's real name. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"'No, thank 'ee,' gruffly from the chief, as he leant -back in his chair and frowned. -</p> - -<p> -"'May I help you to some tripe, Dalison?' This -from another tormentor. -</p> - -<p> -"'No, thank 'ee.' -</p> - -<p> -"'A morsel of kidney or heart, Dalison?' -</p> - -<p> -"'No, thank 'ee.' -</p> - -<p> -"Then he would bang his fist on the table, shouting, -'None of your hoffals (offals) for me! Stooard, bring -in a lump o' bread and the blue cheese!'" -</p> - -<p> -After the rippling laughter ceased, the captain, -cracking a walnut, continued: -</p> - -<p> -"Chaff was much more common in the service in -those days than it is now, and if a brother officer had -any peculiarity, he was sure to catch it hot. -</p> - -<p> -"Dr. R—— was a grumpy old surgeon that I was -shipmate with. He was not only grumpy, but surly -and uncongenial towards his fellows. He was generally -a little late for breakfast, and on his entering the -ward-room detested being talked to. -</p> - -<p> -"Here was food for game, and as soon as he came -in, every officer all round the table had a kind word -and inquiry for him. -</p> - -<p> -"'Oh, good-morning, doctor.' -</p> - -<p> -"'How have you slept, doctor?' -</p> - -<p> -"'How do you feel on the whole, this morning?' -</p> - -<p> -"'I trust I see you well?' -</p> - -<p> -"At first he merely growled and grunted, but at -last getting fully exasperated he would suddenly turn -round and roar out: -</p> - -<p> -"'Oh, good-morning! Good-morning! Good-morning! -Hang the whole lot of you!'" -</p> - -<p> -"Capital!" cried Grant. "Give us just one more -doctor's yarn, Captain Leeward." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, then, this next one hinges upon an admiral -as well as a doctor. This gallant officer was always -fancying himself ill, though there was never anything -of the slightest importance the matter with him, -and was never happy unless his fleet-surgeon, a dear -little Irishman, paid him a daily visit and ordered -medicine. -</p> - -<p> -"A certain pill used to be prescribed, and was found -to be most efficacious. -</p> - -<p> -"But one day the admiral, or 'Ral', as he was called -for short, gave a great dinner-party, and many mighty -magnates, gentlemen and ladies as well, came off -shore. Among the guests was, of course, the Irish -fleet-surgeon. -</p> - -<p> -"During the dinner the admiral somewhat inopportunely -called out: -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, doctor, those pills you gave me last are by -far the best ever I've had. You must let me have -the prescription when we pay off. What are they -composed of?' -</p> - -<p> -"Now, the good doctor did not half-relish the notion -of 'shop' being brought on the tapis at so fashionable -a dinner-party, so he answered with emphasis: -</p> - -<p> -"'What are they made of? Why, bread! Bread, -sir; nothing else!' -</p> - -<p> -"There was a momentary silence around the table, -and everyone looked aghast to see how the reply -would be taken. But the admiral was a gentleman -in the truest sense of the word, and always most -considerate for the feelings of others. He saw that -he had touched on a very unpleasant theme, so he -smiled kindly, and passed it off by saying in his quiet -way: -</p> - -<p> -"'Well, well, well, such is Faith!' -</p> - -<p> -"But the pills were really rhubarb after all." -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -So with pleasant chat a whole hour passed away, -and then once more the midshipmite Bobbie knocked -at the door. -</p> - -<p> -"It is a boat, sir. Five poor men in it. Two lying -apparently dead under the thwarts. The first lieutenant -has hauled the fore-yard aback and is sending -some men over the side." -</p> - -<p> -The <i>Osprey</i>, I may say here, had already visited -the lovely fairy isles called The Azores, and was now -well out into the Atlantic, steering about west-sou'-west. -</p> - -<p> -The captain's room was soon emptied now, all going -on deck. The night was very clear and starry, with -a bright scimitar of a moon slowly sinking in the -west. -</p> - -<p> -Yes, Bobbie was right. Two men were dead, and -the other three could scarcely speak, owing to sheer -exhaustion. -</p> - -<p> -"We'll hear their story to-morrow. Dr. Grant, I'll -leave them in your charge." -</p> - -<p> -"I shall see to them, sir," said Grant. -</p> - -<p> -Then he shouted "Sentry!" -</p> - -<p> -"Ay ay, sir." -</p> - -<p> -"Pass the word for the sick-bay man." -</p> - -<p> -In another quarter of an hour the poor fellows, -English merchantmen, were snug and warm in hammocks. -Grant ordered some beef-tea, with a modicum -of brandy, and they soon fell sound asleep. -</p> - -<p> -But so weak were they next day that the doctor -forbade their talking, and it was three whole days -before they were strong enough to tell their story. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> -A TERRIBLE TALE OF THE SEA. -</p> - -<p> -There was no false pride about Captain Leeward of -H.M. paddle-frigate <i>Osprey</i>. Some commanding officers -that I have known would have had one of these -unfortunate castaways to tell his story in the sick-bay. -But instead of this the captain told the doctor to -bring him in to his quarters. -</p> - -<p> -He was a brown-faced, hardy, bearded sailor, but -his cheeks were hollow now from his want of food -and terrible suffering. -</p> - -<p> -One hand was tied up in a sling. -</p> - -<p> -He bowed and scraped as he came in, and if ever -a sailor looked shy he did. -</p> - -<p> -He gave just one glance around him, and then -looked at Leeward's pleasant smiling face. The -glance reassured him. -</p> - -<p> -"Why, jigger me," he said, hitching up his trousers -with one hand, "jigger me, sir, if ever I cast anchor in -such a pretty saloon as this afore. Easy chairs, sofa, -piano, fiddle and all, to say nothing about flowers and -fairy-lights. Cap'n Leeward, sir, I ain't in a dream, -am I? Mebbe the doctor here will 'blige by sticking -a pin in me, up to the blessed head, if I am." -</p> - -<p> -"Never a dream, Mr. Goodwin. Well, if you will -bring yourself to an anchor, we'd like to hear your -story. Have a little wine, sir?" -</p> - -<p> -"Purser's wine is the only sort as suits me, sir." -</p> - -<p> -"Steward, the rum!" -</p> - -<p> -A tumbler and wine-glass were placed before the -good sailor. The latter he pushed aside. Then, while -the castaway held the tumbler with all the four fingers -turned towards the captain, the steward filled it -fully four inches. This is what is called "a bo's'n's nip". -</p> - -<p> -"A little water, my lad?" -</p> - -<p> -"No, sir, no; not for me. This rum is too good to -be drowned." -</p> - -<p> -He quaffed it, sighed, and put down the empty -tumbler. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, sir!" he said, "now that very word 'drowned' -makes me shiver. I've been, on and off, boy and man, -at sea for well-nigh twenty years. Just entered as a -boy, a tow-headed lad of Liverpool. Nothing to do -till I growed a bit 'cepting to empty cook's ashes and -pail, look after the dogs and ship's cat, feed the -monkeys, and get kicked about all over the deck by -anybody who wanted to stretch his legs a bit. -</p> - -<p> -"But I grew into an able seaman at last. After'n -which I gets to be second mate o' a Newcastle collier. -Then fust mate. Then I up and studies for my certificate. -You wouldn't think it, mebbe, of a rough chap -like me, but I passed with flying colours, and steered -homewards, wi' stunsails 'low and aloft, jolly happy -now. -</p> - -<p> -"I meets some maties, and two more overhauled -me. So what could I do but go with 'em to wet my -certificate. -</p> - -<p> -"Sakes alive, cap'n! but I'd blush like a wirgin -even now, if I weren't so brown and weather-beaten -that ye wouldn't notice it. -</p> - -<p> -"For, sir, I awoke next morning with a two-horse -headache, and a tongue like kippered salmon. Clothes -all on too, boots and all. I'd turned in all standing, -but couldn't remember who'd brought me into port. -</p> - -<p> -"Never mind, sir. 'Twere a lesson to me I ain't -going to forget. Thankee, sir, I will have just another -nip. -</p> - -<p> -"But I s'pect, cap'n, I'm a kind o' hinderin' you -I always do take longer time to tune my fiddle than -to play my tune. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, sir, it ain't more'n six weeks since I sailed -from Glasgow, in what I might call the sailing -steamer-barque <i>Ossian</i>. Our orders were to visit Azores, -Madeira, St. Helena, Ascension, on our way to the -Cape and Madagascar, and our supercargo, a business -Scot, was to deal everywhere, for cash or goods, for we -were laden up with 'notions' as the Yank calls 'em. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, cap'n, our ship was as nice a craft as ever I -stepped on board of, and the crew, too, was on the -whole fairish; only too many blessed foreigners among -them to please me. Most o' these'll work, ay, and -sing too, in fair weather and fair wind, but they ain't -no hand, sir, at reefin' topsails in a dirty night, wi' -green seas a-tumbling in, and mebbe the yard-arms -'most a-touching the water every time the ship leans -over. -</p> - -<p> -"And we had dirty weather all along; sometimes -'twould be blowin' so hard we wouldn't be doin' more'n -two knots against wind and sea, full steam up. -</p> - -<p> -"We dawdled about the islands a bit, and the fine -weather sort o' come at last, cause we was told to sail -all we could and save the coals. -</p> - -<p> -"We weighed at last, and had made a good offing into -the Atlantic, 'cause it had occurred to Brown, the -supercargo, that he could do a bit of honest biz at Bermuda, -and the man was all in the interest of his owners. -</p> - -<p> -"Some two or three hundred miles to the west here, -we got into a circular storm and suffered severely. -Our foremast was torn out of her, and two men slipped -overboard in clearing away the wreck. -</p> - -<p> -"Thankee, cap'n; but mind ye, this makes my third -nip. Howsomedever, it's as mild as cocoa-nut milk. -</p> - -<p> -"When we got clear away from that baby tornado, -we was pretty nearly all wreck, gentleman. Bulwarks -anyhow, mainyard even fallen (a rare accident), and -our very winch half-throwed up on its end. -</p> - -<p> -"But worse were to come, cap'n. -</p> - -<p> -"First and foremost the weather got finer, but there -was a strange kind o' a haze in the sky that I didn't -like. That shortened the sunbeams considerable, and -brought night and darkness aboard of us before they -was due; and the moon couldn't well be 'xpected to -shine through clouds that the sun hadn't been able to -tackle. We managed to step jury-mast and bend new -sails. But the wind was nothin' to signify now, and -I made bold to tell the skipper that he ought to clue -and get up steam. -</p> - -<p> -"'There's no hurry, Jim," he answered; 'even if we -be becalmed a bit, it's cheaper than burning tons o' -coal." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, gentlemen, becalmed we was just after tea-time. -</p> - -<p> -"I went on deck arter this, and such a night I'd -never seen afore. Never a puff o' wind, sails hangin' -idle, and the waves, as much as we could see of them, -just like glycerine. I expected to see dead fish -floating about on their sides. -</p> - -<p> -"The bo's'n was walkin' with me in the ship's waist; -but none of us had very cheery yarns to spin, we just -stuck to our pipes and spoke but little. -</p> - -<p> -"I could feel the bo's'n's arm tremble a little, though, -as more than once a long quavering cry came over the -surface of that hazy, oily ocean, dyin' away in a kind -o' wail, like some poor creature in faintin' agony. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, I believe 'twere on'y a bird, sir; and there do -be a shark that cries thus on windless nights near to the -echoless ocean—the Sea of Weeds, or Sargasso. And -'twere there we were at this time. Every now and -then we could observe long dark strips of the slimy -stuff layin' along the rippleless waves' sides, dark and -fearful, and looking for all the world like dead serpents. -</p> - -<p> -"I'se a kind o' partial to pottery (poetry), cap'n, and -lines from Coleridge's <i>Ancient Mariner</i> would keep -risin' up in my mind, and didn't seem out o' place either -on a night like that. 'Cause you see that, here and -there, there was phosphorescence in the sea, and a shark -had once or twice appeared on the surface, his sly eyes -flashing, his fins dropping fire, and we could see him as -he dived below getting smaller and smaller, till like a -little wriggling worm of flame. Even little strips of -weed that floated here and there looked like water-serpents. -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'The moving moon went up the sky,<br /> - And nowhere did abide:<br /> - Softly she was going up,<br /> - And a star or two beside.<br /> - . . . . . . . .<br /> - But where the ship's huge shadow lay,<br /> - The charmed water burned alway,<br /> - A still and awful red.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'Beyond the shadow of the ship<br /> - I watched the water snakes;<br /> - They moved in tracks of shining white,<br /> - And when they reared—the elfish light<br /> - Fell off in hoary flakes.'<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"But, cap'n, when ye looked horizon-way—and the -horizon weren't far off,—at one moment only the moon -haze was there, next moment the summer lightning -played along fitful but incessant. Then you could see -great banks of ugly rock-and-castle clouds in front, a -sight that made us think another baby tornado was -a-brewin'. -</p> - -<p> -"I was drawin' away at my pipe, and not saying a -deal, when all of a sudden the bo's'n seized me by the -arm. -</p> - -<p> -"He was all of a shake now, and his eyes was eyes -of terror, as he pointed aloft with outstretched arm. -</p> - -<p> -"'Look! oh, look!' -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, sure enough, cap'n, on the mizen topgallant -mast-head, burned a strange tapering light as tall as -a man's arm. -</p> - -<p> -"We both stood mute with fear. It burned brightly -for a minute, then flickered and went out. Only to -reappear, however, in a few seconds, this time more -blue than white. Then, flickering once more, it fled, -and we saw it not again. -</p> - -<p> -"Neither spoke for long seconds. We looked into -each others' faces inquiringly-like. -</p> - -<p> -"'That,' said the bo's'n, 'is St. Helmo's (St. Elmo's) -fire, and this bloomin' ship is doomed.' -</p> - -<p> -"I said nothing. I merely walked below, and -passin' thro' the saloon entered the skipper's cabin and -touched him gentle-like on the shoulder. Two candles -was burnin' in jimbles, and a book he had been reading -lay on the white coverlet. Sound asleep as a baby he -were, but sailor-like he opened his eyes the moment I -touched him. -</p> - -<p> -"'Well, Goodwin, anything up?' -</p> - -<p> -"'Nothin' much, sir. Only St. Helmo's fire been a -burnin' on the mizen truck.' -</p> - -<p> -"'That's nothing, lad. How's the ship's head?' -</p> - -<p> -"'Why,' says I, 'you might as well ask how her -stern is. Both are anyhow. Not a capful o' wind. -She is (again I was quoting pottery)— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'As idle as a painted ship<br /> - Upon a painted ocean'.<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"'And,' I adds, 'we may as well get the fires up, for -we're precious near the Sea of Sargasso. If we gets -swallowed up there with mebbe a broken screw it may -be a two years' job, if ever we sees blue water again in -this world.' -</p> - -<p> -"'Well, well, lad. If the winds doesn't blow get -steam up. Meanwhile, go and whistle for the wind. -I'm tired!' -</p> - -<p> -"I left the cabin slowly, only just stopping to have -a tot o' rum, for there was a kind o' hincubus -a-weighing me down. But little did I know of the -horror to come." -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap19"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XIX. -<br /><br /> -THE BURNING SHIP. -</h3> - -<p> -"At twelve o'clock," continued Goodwin, "I went -below to call old Deadlight, our first mate. -</p> - -<p> -"When he came up, I stopped a few minutes to -talk to him and tell him what we'd seen, and the -captain's orders in case of getting too near the -Sargasso Sea. -</p> - -<p> -"I was just slueing round to go below, when I -couldn't help thinking I felt smoke, like. -</p> - -<p> -"At first the mate wouldn't have it. It was my -imagination, he said. I'd been thinking too much -about St. Elmo's fire, and all that rot. I'd better go -and turn in, I should be better in the morning. He -were just agoin' on like this and laughin' low to -hisself, when up the fore-hatch comes the bo's'n. -</p> - -<p> -"'Beggin' your pardon, sir,' he said, 'but I think -the cargo is a-fire on the port side.' -</p> - -<p> -"Deadlight and I hurried below now. Yes, sure -enough, there was smoke coming up from the hold -through the crevices of the hatchway. -</p> - -<p> -"The cap'n was called, and was on deck afore you -could have said 'binnacle'. -</p> - -<p> -"He and the mate were very cool. So was all -hands; and, cap'n, I always think it is a blessing when -the ship and precious lives are in danger not to have -any ladies on board, or longshore passenger swells. -They beat creation with the fuss they make. -</p> - -<p> -"I was precious sorry now that I hadn't got steam -up instead of waitin' for the wind, for then we could -have turned it into the hold and soon put out the fire. -</p> - -<p> -"All hands were called and the pumps were manned. -</p> - -<p> -"We cut a hole in the fore-hatch of the hold, and -poured tons of water down. But even there where we -stood our soles burned with heat, and we walked -cautiously lest we should fall through the -under-charred deck and be devoured by the fire below. -</p> - -<p> -"I guess, cap'n, that the water we poured in just -sunk through a portion o' the cargo, like, and lay at -the bottom. -</p> - -<p> -"It was an anxious time,—you bet your last rupee -on that, sir!—but all hands worked like grim death -in cholera times, and we hadn't time to funk. -</p> - -<p> -"Hours and hours, taking turn and turn about. -Provisions and rum were got to the upper deck, and -water too, for it was evident that the skipper feared -the worst. At the same time the boats were hoisted -to the davits and hung over the sea, all ready to let -go. And they were provisioned, every one of the -three o' them, for ten days. -</p> - -<p> -"Nothing was forgotten, gentlemen, that seamanship -could suggest. -</p> - -<p> -"To our dismay we found that the fire was now -working farther aft, so we determined to clear the -after-hold of cargo. -</p> - -<p> -"A working-party was at once organized, but, cap'n, -when the hatch was opened, such a stream of sparks -and such stiflin' clouds of smoke rolled up, that glad -was we when we got that hatch back in position. -</p> - -<p> -"Fires was now well lit, though, and steam was -turned into the hold. -</p> - -<p> -"This seemed to do good at first, and we worked -with redoubled vigour, singing merry sea-songs as we -did so. But while so engaged, suddenly not only did -volumes of smoke roll up, but tongues of flame ten -feet high, that soon would have fired the middle-deck -had we not succeeded in battening it down. -</p> - -<p> -"Our object was to keep the fire confined to the -hold, until we should succeed, if possible, in reaching -some of the islands of the Azores, there to beach her -and escape in our boats. -</p> - -<p> -"It was not to be, although the boys worked like -African slaves. -</p> - -<p> -"We scuppered the decks now in the cabin, and -down through the hole made thus, cap'n, we put the -nozzle of the hose. -</p> - -<p> -"And so we worked away all that fearful night and -long into next forenoon. We didn't think much -o' rest, gentlemen, nor food either. We just choked -down a bit o' junk now and then, or a morsel o' -biscuit, and kept it down with a peg o' rum. But, -bless you, sir, our eyes was burnin', our faces hangin' -in bags of blisters, and our mouths so dry by this -time that there was no good trying to sing, for we -were hardly fit to talk. -</p> - -<p> -"Soon, now, the deck all along became so hot that -the men had to leave in relays to put their shoes on. -</p> - -<p> -"The end came so suddenly that we was thunderstruck. -Somewhere near the fore-hatch the deck -blew up with the force of the steam. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, what a sight! The clouds of smoke risin' as -high as the foretop, and the tongues of red flame -following and licking them up! -</p> - -<p> -"About the same time the fire spread up out of the -scuppered hole, and the saloon was all in a blaze 'fore -ye could have said 'marling-spike'. It was all over -now. -</p> - -<p> -"But, next minute, and just as we was preparin' -to lower the boats, a white squall came thunderin' -over the sea, took the <i>Ossian</i> aback, and for five -minutes at least we stood holding on to the riggin' or -stays, while she went ploughin' astern. We 'xpected, -cap'n, to see her go under, stern foremost, every minute. -Mebbe I was a bit white, cap'n. I don't know, but -my pals was." -</p> - -<p> -"It was really a fearful situation," said Captain -Leeward. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, sir, and gettin' worse as the time went on, -for so long as the squall lasted the smoke and fire and -sparks flew over us. But it stopped at last, and the -breeze came round the other way. -</p> - -<p> -"Then we worked like devils, cap'n, to get her -afore it, and when we did it weren't quite so bad. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, you know, gentlemen, a squall often brings -on dirty weather. So did this. Seemed to me it was -a choice o' deaths—to stay on board and sink with -the burnin' ship, or lower the boats to go to Davy -Jones in them. There was more hope in the last idea, -so we lowered the boats one by one. I insisted on -the skipper goin' in the gig—she was a good boat,—and -then came the lowerin' o' the last, and that was -the one, sir, that God's mercy enabled us to fetch you -in. -</p> - -<p> -"The lowerin' o' a boat, as you know, sir, is a -ticklish thing in a heavy sea-way. Somehow our -boat didn't take the water on an even keel, but stern -first, but we got her righted and scrambled in at last. -Night were a-comin' on now, cap'n, fast and dark, and -a dirty night it were bound to be. -</p> - -<p> -"We had a compass in each boat, but not a rag of -a sail, just the oars; and so wild was the sea that, -what with keepin' her head on to the big coombing -waves that else would have sunk us, precious little -progress was made, I can assure you. -</p> - -<p> -"We saw that burning ship an hour after we'd left -her. Then she suddenly disappeared, and at the same -moment the roar of an explosion, louder 'n thunder, -rolled over the sea, and for the time being the waves -hadn't a chance o' bein' heard. -</p> - -<p> -"About the beginning of the middle watch the -wind began to go down, and the sea too. 'I think, -boys,' I said to my pals, 'we can have a bite and a -sup, now.' But, mercy on us, sir! when I bent down -to scramble for the provisions—none was there! The -tack must have slipped overboard as we lowered the -boat stern first. -</p> - -<p> -"There was a bottle o' rum, that was all. I poured -out just a little, in the shell of an old silver watch my -poor mother had given me, and the men was thankful. -</p> - -<p> -"But they was mostly exhausted, and I was feared -they'd sleep. So, getting hold of some lanyard, I made -'em make the oars fast to the rowlocks, with freedom -to move and no more. -</p> - -<p> -"In an hour's time the storm had passed away, and -the night was clear. I put just two to the oars, -leaving two men to sleep and to relieve their pals when -they began to nod. Good thing I'd tied the oars, -cap'n, for by an' by one poor beggar fell off the thwart -and I kicked up a sleeping chap to take his place. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, now that the sea was quiet, steerin' was of -no account like. I just told 'em to go on and keep -their weather eye on a certain star I pointed out. -</p> - -<p> -"Then I curled up and slept like a stone. It was -daybreak when I awoke. There was a glittering -blood-red path across the waters where the crimson -sun was shinin'. The sea was lumpy now, but the -day promised fine." -</p> - -<p> -"Where were the other boats?" -</p> - -<p> -"Not one, sir, to be seen near or far, and we've never -seen or overhauled them since. This was a terrible -trial for us, as we had no food. No, nor water. On'y -the rum, that could only excite us and make us by -and by more wretched and unhappy. -</p> - -<p> -"I put it to the vote, cap'n. Should we drink the -rum or leave it till it was more wanted? Right -bravely came the answer, ringing from for'ard: -</p> - -<p> -"'We won't touch or taste it, till we ain't able to -sit up.' -</p> - -<p> -"All that day we rowed as well as we could, -watchin' sea, watchin' sky, for a sight of a boat of our -own, for sight of a sail. But the sun went down like -a great blood orange, and weary and faint now, we -hardly cared to row. -</p> - -<p> -"There was neither moon nor stars that night, and -so I just lashed the helm so as to keep her driftin' -a kind of in her course. -</p> - -<p> -"We stepped a little mast for'ard, and hung up our -lantern. We blessed God that we had this, anyhow. -</p> - -<p> -"Then we tumbled down to sleep, and long and -sound that sleep must have been, for it was the short -gray gloamin' o' mornin' when we pulled ourselves -together again. -</p> - -<p> -"And what think you was the first thing my hot -eyes caught sight of? -</p> - -<p> -"Why, cap'n, as sure as,—thanks to you!—I'm now -a livin' man, it was our own biggest boat—a kind o' -pinnace. She was stove in at the bows, and bottom up." -</p> - -<p> -"How could it have happened?" said Captain Leeward, -sympathetically. -</p> - -<p> -"She must have fouled the other boat, sir, and -without doubt both of the crews went to Davy Jones -together. The skipper had been in the big boat. Poor -chap! he leaves a young wife and three pretty kids. -</p> - -<p> -"Our hearts sunk down, down after this. No one -cared to speak much above his breath, and I noticed -more'n once that day, cap'n, the tears quietly streamin' -over the cheeks of a young sailor. Our fate, we -feared, would be worse by far than that of our other -brave shipmates. -</p> - -<p> -"I told out a watch-shell of rum all round at eight -bells, and we were a little heartened after this. -</p> - -<p> -"But now, cap'n, the wind began to rise and moan -over the sea once more, and though it was right for us, -if it increased we couldn't keep her long afloat. Well, -what does we do, sir, but tie two jackets together to -make a sail, and bent them on two oars. -</p> - -<p> -"The poor fellows were half-dead now, and couldn't -have rowed two hours longer. After a rest and a -kind of dreamy doze, we found the wind still higher, -and the seas breakin' on board of us all the time. -</p> - -<p> -"Nothing for it now but bail her out. We had two -pannikins and our sou'-westers, and wi' these we just -managed to keep her afloat till the second dog-watch. -</p> - -<p> -"Another little tot o' rum at eight, and when the sea -and most o' the wind went down we bailed her out -once more, and then just tumbled down in the bottom, -wet, shivery, wretched. -</p> - -<p> -"When day dawned, and there was still no sail nor -land in sight, we kind o' gave up in despair. The -young sailor,—Tom Ball were his name,—sort of went -dotty, cap'n, and tried to eat the flesh oft the ball of -his thumb. I gave him four watch-shells of rum, and -he sunk like a wet swab down between the thwarts. -Bill Jones took off his own coat and covered him up. -</p> - -<p> -"We suffered more from thirst than hunger, though, -and Tom had drunk salt water, which sent him nearly -mad, you see. So none o' the others touched it. -</p> - -<p> -"I dozed again several times that day, and always -my dreams, cap'n, was the self-same. I was wanderin' -among beautiful woods, near my own old home in -Berkshire, birds was singin' in the trees, there was -wild flowers all along the banks of a stream, and again -and again I stooped to drink, then all became dark -and dreadful and I awoke with a shriek. -</p> - -<p> -"You don't mind me quotin' pottery, cap'n, do you? -For I really is main fond of it. -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'All in a hot and copper sky,<br /> - The bloody sun, at noon,<br /> - Right up above the mast did stand.<br /> - No bigger than the moon.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'Water, water everywhere,<br /> - And all the boards did shrink:<br /> - Water, water everywhere,<br /> - Nor any drop to drink.'<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"And again, sir, I may say: -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'There passed a weary time. Each throat<br /> - Was parched, and glazed each eye;<br /> - A weary time, a weary time,<br /> - How glazed each weary eye!'<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"How that night wore along I cannot tell you, cap'n. -No one rowed, no one steered. -</p> - -<p> -"Next day our sufferings were fearful. Oh, cap'n, -may you never know what it is to be afloat in a foodless -boat on the bosom of a deserted ocean. -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'And every tongue, through utter drought,<br /> - Was withered at the root;<br /> - We could not speak, no more than if<br /> - We had been choked with soot.'<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"I served out more rum towards evening. -</p> - -<p> -"Having swallowed it, Mearns, an able-bodied seaman, -leant forward towards me and said hoarsely, with a -mad gleam in his bloodshot eyes: -</p> - -<p> -"'Mate, we must cast lots who shall die, or shall we -chance it and kill the young un?" -</p> - -<p> -"I knew this man would soon be a raving maniac, -so I gave him four more shells of the rum; then he -slept. -</p> - -<p> -"Another sunset. -</p> - -<p> -"Another weary night begun. -</p> - -<p> -"I prayed then, cap'n, as I'd never prayed before, -that God in his mercy would let us pass from life before -we woke. -</p> - -<p> -"Then once more I dozed, once more I dreamt, and -again the green summer woods all a-wavin' in the -sunshine, the bird-song and the purlin' brook. -</p> - -<p> -"But I had not slept long ere I was aroused. It -was the young Tom Ball shriekin' in a strange -high-pitched voice—for his throat was as dry as emery -paper. -</p> - -<p> -"'Mate, mate, mate!' -</p> - -<p> -"'Yes, yes, here am I, boy.' -</p> - -<p> -"'A ship, sir,—away down yonder!" -</p> - -<p> -"I rubbed my eyes for a time, then saw your lights -through a kind of haze. -</p> - -<p> -"'The lantern—quick!' I cried. -</p> - -<p> -"It was handed me, and with my hand all a-shakin' -I brought out my match-box. -</p> - -<p> -"O God, cap'n, there was but one lucifer there! -On this our lives depended, and I felt that, if I did not -succeed in lightin' that lamp, I myself should go mad -and throw myself into the sea, to be devoured by the -shark that, all throughout this weary time, had followed -in our wake. I stood the hurricane-lantern under the -stern-sheets; then I put one hand holdin' the empty -box inside, lest a breath of air should blow out our only -hope. -</p> - -<p> -"Then I struck the match. A flare at first, then -only a tiny blaze of blue. I turned it round, and its -light grew brighter and whiter. -</p> - -<p> -"The lantern was lit, and Bill Jones seized it from -me, just as I fell down in the bottom of the boat in a -dead faint. -</p> - -<p> -"Young Tom Ball crept aft to me, while Bill kept -waving the lantern on high. -</p> - -<p> -"I was all doubled up, with my chin on my breast, -and but for that young fellow Tom I should have -died. But he laid me flat out, and rubbed my chest -with rum, and when I sighed—a sad, sobbing kind -of sigh it were, so he says—he got me to swallow a -mouthful, and just as we got alongside your ship, -cap'n, I was able to sit up. -</p> - -<p> -"And I knew we was saved, though I didn't know -then that the two hands lying asleep, like, in the bottom -of the boat, was dead." -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap20"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XX. -<br /><br /> -GUN-ROOM FUN. -</h3> - -<p> -If the reader—who I sincerely hope is going to be a -sailor, for there is no life like that on the ocean -wave—will take a glance at a map of the world and -ferret out Venezuela, he will note that by sailing -south-west by west in almost a bee-line for about 4700 miles, -he would strike this land of beauty, and land of flowers -and forests. -</p> - -<p> -After leaving Azores, if his ship called there, he would -find himself in a long and lonesome sea indeed, and -after some weeks the Caribbean Islands would heave -in sight, and our young sailor would know then he was -far, far away from home. -</p> - -<p> -Our own land—God bless it, and wouldn't you and -I fight for it just?—is but like the cloud of fog that -hangs over a city, compared to the loveliness of many -of these fairy isles. The blue sky is fringed with the -tall palm-trees that shoot from the soil, the islands -themselves as you approach them appear to hang on -the horizon, and so azure is the ocean, so cerulean the -sky, you scarce can tell in fine weather where they -meet and kiss. -</p> - -<p> -The water around one's yacht or ship is sometimes -so clear, so pellucid, that you see the bottom full ten -fathoms beneath, where corals lie deep, where gorgeous -and magnificently coloured shell-fish move slowly -about, where marine gardens—more lovely far than -any on earth,—planted and attended to by mermaids -one would think, dazzle the eyes and delight the senses, -and where on clear yellow patches of sand you may -see flat fishes float, their sides so bedecked with patches -of bright crimson, orange, and blue, that you cannot -help thinking there must be a fish's fancy-dress ball on. -</p> - -<p> -Then between you and the bottom float medusæ or -jelly-fishes—bigger and more transparent than even -those in Skye, for the limbs of these seem to be -rainbow-tinted, or studded with gems of purest ray serene, -diamonds, rubies, and amethysts. Yet all the creatures -in that submarine garden wide and wild are not beautiful. -Perhaps you are lying in a boat, gazing down -through your water-telescope entranced, and half -believing you will presently see a mermaid come out of -a little cave combing her bonnie yellow hair, when, -instead of the tiny mermaid, some patches of -black-brown weeds are visibly stirred, and an awful head -with fore-fins or fore-feet and claws, you cannot tell -which, is protruded. Oh that deformed, scaly, warty -head and these awful eyes, bearing some faint resemblance -to a nightmarish caricature of man or fiend! -If you are a nervous lad you will think and dream -about this slimy apparition for weeks. -</p> - -<p> -Well, all around Bermuda the rocks and sea-gardens -are almost quite as lovely. Had the <i>Osprey</i> -been going straight to Venezuela it would have been -out of her course to stop here, but she had despatches -to leave. -</p> - -<p> -Two of the <i>Ossian's</i> shipwrecked crew were left -there, but the mate begged to be allowed to remain -and the captain had no objections. Goodwin was a -naval reserve man, and even a lieutenant in that -service. -</p> - -<p> -This mate of a merchantman was in some ways -a singular being, for although I think that the -English he spoke was often rude, he could talk the -language purely when he chose. Moreover, he was -a student of gunnery, and could have worked a gun -with any officer afloat. He was made an honorary -member of the warrant officers' mess, and having no -particular duties to perform, he spent most of his time -making models of the newest guns and machinery -of great iron-clads. Having got together, with the -aid of the gunner and carpenter, some nice models, -he announced in the gun-room that he was willing -to give lessons to the midshipmen therein which -would be of use to them when war's pennant floated -red and bloody over the main. And many availed -themselves of the kind offer, chief among them being -Creggan himself and the Ugly Duckling—more about -the latter presently. But even some of the ward-room -officers, and now and then the captain himself, -would look on as this ultra-enthusiast in naval warfare -described the play of a battle of giant iron-clads, -and the use of the terrible guns. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, boys," he would say, "there was much romance -attached to the glorious days of Nelson, when hostile -fleets lay in rows, mebbe two deep, one to support -t'other like. When it was ship to ship, and hammer -and tongs till one blazed, blew up, and sank, or when -the skipper of a Britisher shouted through his trumpet -to the master at the wheel: 'Lay us aboard that -frog-eating Frenchman!' When the master steered so -close to the foe that guns met muzzle to muzzle, and -high o'er the din o' battle rang out the order: 'Away, -boarders! Give the beggars Rule Britannia, lads!' The -days when our brave blue-jackets used to swarm -over the sides of the enemy's ship, or creep in through -the ports, pistol in hand, cutlass in mouth perhaps, -and lay the Frenchees dead at their guns. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, boys, these were the dashin' days of old, and -somehow I sighs w'en I think they're gone. -</p> - -<p> -"But the future sea-fights, young gents, are goin' -to be fought with cool heads on sturdy shoulders. -Excitement or rashness will mean annihilation; -manoeuvring will be prominent, ay, and pre-eminent." -</p> - -<p> -Here Goodwin would pause perhaps, look funnily -down at his models and smile. -</p> - -<p> -"You may think it a droll remark o' me to make, -lads, but I do believe that, given two hostile battleships, -encountering each other, then that skipper who -is a good whist player, and has a long head that can -see a bit into futurity as it were, or guesses before-hand -what t'other chap will do when he, the whist -man, plays his next card, will win the game o' war. -</p> - -<p> -"This will kind o' knock some o' the romance out -o' naval warfare. But not so much as we may think. -Moral courage, mind you, boys, is of a far higher sort -of quality than physical. And altho' the poet asks— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "'And how can man die better,<br /> - Than facing fearful odds,<br /> - For the ashes of his fathers<br /> - And the temples of his gods?'<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -one might answer him thus: He may die more truly -courageously, more bravely too, if calm, if he meets -his fate on a sinking iron-clad man-o'-war." -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -After their visit to Bermuda, and a delightful -ramble through the beautiful island, Creggan was -glad enough to find himself steering south and away -via Puerto Rico, and bearing up for Venezuela. For -the sea had already cast a glad glamour over the -young man's life and soul. -</p> - -<p> -Whenever he had time he wrote long delightful -letters to his mother, to Daddy the hermit, to Archie, -and to the Nugents, as well as to the manse. Perhaps -his best and dearest of letters were those received by -Matty. For Creggan couldn't help loving the child, -and often he used to dream of her when far away at -sea. Somehow she always appeared to him sitting in -the stern of the skiff, her bonnie yellow hair toyed -with by the breeze, and her eyes glistening with joy -and happiness. -</p> - -<p> -It was not pleasant, however, to be awakened from -such a delightful dream at the dark hour of midnight -to go on deck to keep watch on an angry sea. -</p> - -<p> -It is needless to say that Creggan's letters were -received at home with joy, read over and over again, -and even laid aside for future perusal. -</p> - -<p> -Goodwin was frequently invited to spend an evening -in the gun-room mess, and these were red-letter -nights for the middies, for this warlike mate of a -merchantman could even make the sallow-faced young -clerk smile. As for the Ugly Duckling, he smiled -aloud till the beams rung and the plates on the table -wanted to skip like lambs. -</p> - -<p> -This midshipman's mess was always a merry one. -Guns may change their form in the service, and ships -as well, but our bold blue-jackets, and our daft, -fun-loving and gallant middies, will never change as long -as Britain's flag is unfurled, -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "To brave the battle and the breeze".<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -Creggan, though somewhat older than midshipman -Robertson, the plain-faced lad whose sense of humour -nevertheless carried his mess-mates by storm, liked the -droll boy very much, and they were together on shore -whenever there was a chance. Along with them -usually went the gentle Sidney Wickens. -</p> - -<p> -Poor Sidney—he is dead and gone now—enjoyed a -joke but never played one, but his smile was very -pleasant, and at times even sad. He had, however, a -quiet, quaint way of putting things that often made his -mess-mates laugh. His fad during this cruise, as well -as in the flag-ship at Sheerness, was the collection of -beautiful gold rings. He often asked one or two of -the warrant officers to look at these of an evening. -And if the bo's'n, for instance, particularly fancied and -admired one, Sidney would quietly hand it over his -shoulder, saying, "Here, will you accept it, and wear -it for my sake?" -</p> - -<p> -Gun-room officers are fond of chaff, and unsparing -in the use of it, no matter how it gives offence or how -it is taken. But they always like best when the -banter is returned. There is the banterer and the -banteree, and woe betide the latter if he gets angry! -</p> - -<p> -I believe Sidney—he was always called by his -Christian name in a kindly, brotherly way, and -somehow no one ever chaffed him—Sidney, I was going to -say, was often sorry for the Ugly Duckling. But -nothing could possibly upset the Ugly Duckling -himself. Not even Bobbie's chaff. So good-natured was -this droll duckling, that his extreme and quaint -ugliness was really never observable. And his -manner was as soft and gentle as that of a young girl, -except when his soul was just bursting with fun and -merriment, then he used to take to the rigging with -Admiral Jacko to expand his extra steam, and allay his -feelings. -</p> - -<p> -A question whether Admiral Jacko or Duckie was -the uglier, at times arose in the mess, even in the lad's -presence. One day midshipmite Bobbie had the cheek -to ask the Duckling to sit side by side with the -Admiral during dinner, so that the right conclusion -might be arrived at, and our friend did so readily -and good-naturedly. -</p> - -<p> -The Ugly Duckling is, you will readily believe -when I tell you, a sketch from the life, and now that -my memory brings him once more up before my mind's -eye, I believe I am right in asserting that poor -Mr. Duckling's face was more droll than ugly. Somewhat -difficult to describe too. Forehead receded somewhat; -nose nowhere, or hardly anywhere; eyes half-shut and -full of fun; plenty of cheek, moral and physical; a -longish, protruding upper lip; and an immense square -jaw. His ears stuck out too, like lug-sails. -</p> - -<p> -"Mind, Mr. Ugly Duckling," Bobbie told him one -day at mess, "you must never get lost on the coast of -Benin." -</p> - -<p> -"Why, Scottie?" -</p> - -<p> -"Why? How can you ask? Forgotten all your -history? The king of Benin, you know, always nails -his captives by the ears to a tree, and your ears you -know, <i>mon ami</i>, are wonderfully suggestive!" -</p> - -<p> -That day when the Duckling sat beside Admiral -Jacko there was a good deal of amusement. The -Admiral, I may tell you, was a very large and by no -means handsome species of ape, and though he could -not use a knife and fork, he ate most contentedly -from the plate that M'Carthy the steward always -placed before him, and he even used a table-napkin. -On this particular day he more than once put his -head cheek-by-jowl with the Duckling's, and the -merriment increased. -</p> - -<p> -The Admiral was exceedingly fond of the Ugly Duckling. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, look, mess-mates, look, now that their heads -are together!" This from Bobbie. "Why, I declare -that Jacko takes the cake!" -</p> - -<p> -"For ugliness?" -</p> - -<p> -"No; for beauty, boys!" -</p> - -<p> -But Admiral Jacko had another very dear friend, -namely, the ship's cat, a beautiful, half-bred brindled -Persian. -</p> - -<p> -After every meal Jacko used to collect tit-bits and -stuff them into his jowl till his cheek stuck out, then -he went at once in search of pussy and fed him. The -action was almost human. Indeed it might have been -called more so, for the "lower animals", as we are all -too fond of calling them, often exhibit more kindness -to each other than mankind does to any of them. -</p> - -<p> -There was something quite out of the common about -Jacko in many ways. He really had less mischief in his -mental composition than monkeys generally. Hurricane -Bob and Oscar used to be washed regularly once a -week. The gun-room steward, superintended by Creggan -himself, used to perform this operation. After -the rubbing and rinsing with warm water and soap, -they were always deluged with pailfuls of clear, soft -water, and after they were dried down with half a -dozen towels—the dogs' own property—they were -combed and brushed. -</p> - -<p> -Then ensued a wild scamper round and round the -<i>Osprey's</i> decks, that made everyone laugh who saw -it. -</p> - -<p> -Admiral Jacko used to squat on top of the capstan -while the doggies were being washed, and from the -long, doleful face he wore, it was evident he pitied them. -But as soon as the scamper up and down the decks -after belaying-pins that the men threw to them was -over, both dogs went and lay down on the quarter-deck -in the sunshine. And now Jacko considered that his -duties had commenced. He would leap solemnly down -from the top of the capstan, Creggan would hand him -the comb, then off he went to his friends the dogs. -No peasant woman in Normandy could have combed -her boy's hair more carefully than did Jacko go over -Hurricane Bob's coat first, and then honest Oscar's, -with finger-nails and brush. Well, if he did catch an -errant flea it was executed on the spot; but the -earnestness with which Jacko did the work, and the -exceeding gravity of his face while at it, would have -drawn laughter from a California mule. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -I myself have never yet seen a more active middy -on board a British man-o'-war than the Ugly Duckling -was. No part of the ship's rigging was inaccessible -to him. He would climb to the main-truck and wave -his cap to those below. -</p> - -<p> -One day, however, he attempted a feat that, although -he had often performed it in harbour, was undoubtedly -dangerous at sea, even on the calmest day. The sea -all around that forenoon was as still and quiet as the -grave, and the <i>Osprey</i> was on an even keel. They -were now nearing the north coast of South America, -and though steam was up, and the ship churning up -a long wake of froth that trailed for miles in the rear, -it made no other motion save vibration. Well, Jacko -and the Ugly Duckling had been having fine fun that -forenoon, much to the delight of those below. Up -aloft they went, to top after top, and down again to -deck by a back-stay. Hand over hand up that back-stay -again, and so on, seeming to have no tire in -them. But at last, to the horror, it must be said, of -the officers on the quarter-deck, the Ugly Duckling -slowly drew himself up to the top of the gilded truck, -and then slowly and cautiously stood up. -</p> - -<p> -There was no laughing now among those below, all -were mute with fears for the poor boy's fate. This -daring middy balanced himself first on one foot and -then on the other, and then—will it be believed?—he -took from his jacket pocket a tiny ebony fife, at -playing which he was a great adept, and commenced to -pipe <i>The Girl I left behind me</i>. -</p> - -<p> -He never finished the tune, however. -</p> - -<p> -Something had suddenly unnerved him, and well he -knew that to fall deckwards would be death. He -was seen, therefore, to suddenly crouch, and putting -his hands in swimming fashion above his head, to -spring into the air. He came down like a flash, and -sunk far into the water, many yards on the port side -of the ship. -</p> - -<p> -"Away, life-boat's crew!" -</p> - -<p> -Never, perhaps, was that life-boat launched more -speedily. A life-buoy, too, had been thrown overboard. -</p> - -<p> -The Ugly Duckling was too good a swimmer, however, -to need such assistance, only he kept close to it, -as he did not wish it to be lost. -</p> - -<p> -Now the great danger was the sharks, cruel tigers -of the seas, that in these hot latitudes swarm. -</p> - -<p> -But the boat picked the middy up just at the very -moment that two monster sharks sprang at the -life-buoy and hauled it down. -</p> - -<p> -The Ugly Duckling had stuck to his fife all the time, -and now much to the amusement of the life-boat's crew -commenced once more to play <i>The Girl I left behind -me</i>, and continued to play till the boat got alongside. -Then up ran the still dripping Duckling, and on gaining -the quarter-deck first saluted it and then saluted -Captain Leeward. -</p> - -<p> -"Come to report myself, sir," he said, "for leaving -the ship without leave." -</p> - -<p> -"And I ought to punish you, sir," said the captain, -trying in vain to suppress a smile; "but I will forgive -you if you promise not to stand on the truck again." -</p> - -<p> -"I promise, sir, readily; for, sir, it wouldn't be half -good enough to be swallowed by a shark, fife and all." -</p> - -<p> -And down below dived this queer middy to change -his dripping garments. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap21"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXI. -<br /><br /> -JACKO STEALS THE CAPTAIN'S PUDDING. -</h3> - -<p> -It would take a good many chapters to tell my -readers all the tricks that this favourite of the -gun-room mess played. -</p> - -<p> -The surgeon, Dr. Grant, and he were excellent friends, -and were often together; and sometimes if one of his -mess-mates was a bit off colour, the Ugly Duckling -would prescribe or pretend to prescribe for him, and -his prescriptions were at times droll, to say the least. -</p> - -<p> -One day, for instance, the white-faced young clerk -was ailing. He frequently was. -</p> - -<p> -"No use you going to Dr. Grant," said the Duckling; -"he'll only give you black-strap and make you worse. -Here, out with your note-book and I'll dictate a -prescription. Are you ready?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, Duckie." -</p> - -<p> -"Well then, heave round: '<i>Recipe</i>'. Got that down? -It's Latin, you know, so have a care, but all the rest -is English. Place a saucepan on the galley fire, and -when it is heated to redness pour therein seven ounces -of spirits of wine." -</p> - -<p> -"Yes." -</p> - -<p> -"When it comes to the boil place therein the tail of -a toad—" -</p> - -<p> -"But toads have got no tails." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, a frog's tail will do." -</p> - -<p> -"And frogs have no tails, Duckie. You're a bit off -your natural history." -</p> - -<p> -"Well," cried the Duckling, "a garden worm will do. -That's all tail. Got 'im down?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes." -</p> - -<p> -"Next, place in your cauldron a hair of the dog that -bit you." -</p> - -<p> -"Yes." -</p> - -<p> -"And next—mind, this is very important, and will -greatly aid the efficacy of the medicine—five drops of -the sweat of a murderer's right hand." -</p> - -<p> -The white-faced young clerk glared up aghast. -</p> - -<p> -"Wh—wh—why," he faltered, "there is no murderer -on board!" -</p> - -<p> -"Well then, kill somebody yourself!" shouted the -Ugly Duckling. "Ta-ta! I'm off to give the doctor a -dancing lesson on the main-deck." -</p> - -<p> -Well, that was precisely what he was doing five -minutes after. -</p> - -<p> -Dr. Grant was a splendid dancer of Highland flings -and reels, &c., but, good-looking fellow though he was, -he would have told you himself that he always felt a -fool at an English ball or hop, and he hated being a -wall-flower. -</p> - -<p> -So the Ugly Duckling had offered to teach him, and -had you come forward on the fighting-deck during -practising-time, you would have seen a sight to amuse -you. There was the chief bo's'n, a capital violinist, -seated astraddle on one of the big guns, and playing -some sweet, sad waltz, and yonder the little Duckling -and the great Scotch doctor floating round and round -the deck, with an awkwardness, however, that caused -all the onlookers to shout with merriment. -</p> - -<p> -The doctor didn't laugh a bit. It was a very serious -matter for him indeed. His happiness was at stake; -so he stuck to it, and tripped on the not very light -fantastic toe. -</p> - -<p> -His assiduity was finally rewarded, however, and -he became one of the best dancers on board, and on -shore was quite a favourite with the ladies. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -At first the great monkey had been simply called -Jacko, or Able-seaman Jacko. But the Duckling -determined to raise him to the rank of admiral. First -and foremost, however, he took no small pains in -teaching his simian friend to walk erect. This he -soon learned. Then to salute, &c. -</p> - -<p> -After he was perfect in these accomplishments -Jacko's promotion came. Well, you know, reader, it -isn't the first time one of a ship's crew has risen from -powder-monkey to admiral. -</p> - -<p> -Then why shouldn't Jacko? Why not indeed? -</p> - -<p> -The Duckling took up some nice ship's serge and -buttons and gold-lace from the paymaster, and then -he made friends with the ship's tailor. In less than -a week after this, behold Jacko rigged out in the -full-dress of a rear-admiral, cocked-hat, sword, and -all. -</p> - -<p> -No ward-room officer except Dr. Grant was "in the -know", and the doctor good-naturedly gave the Duckling -the use of the sick-bay for training purposes, and -for the practice of their evolutions. -</p> - -<p> -I verily believe, from the aptitude to learn which -Jacko evinced, that the droll rascal was not a little -proud of his splendid uniform and epaulettes. -</p> - -<p> -Anyhow, his education was soon complete. So one -evening, as the captain, all alone in his quarters, was -bending over a chart—the ship being then not far -from land,—Bobbie, the wee Scotch midshipmite, who -was a great favourite with Captain Leeward, knocked -smartly at his door and quickly entered. -</p> - -<p> -"An admiral come off to see you, sir!" he squeaked. -"Shall I show him in?" -</p> - -<p> -"Most certainly, Mr. Robertson. But—" -</p> - -<p> -And the captain rose in some agitation, and pushed -back his chair. -</p> - -<p> -The state of his feelings may be better conceived -than printed when in marched Admiral Jacko. -</p> - -<p> -Jacko took off his cocked hat, and bowed. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah—ha—ah—ha," the monkey said, for all the -world like a nervous man beginning a speech, and held -out his little black hand as if to shake. -</p> - -<p> -Bobbie stuffed his mouth with his handkerchief. -It would have been rude to laugh before his captain, -but when the latter threw himself down in his chair in -an apparent state of convulsions, then the midshipmite -laughed too, and even the captain's steward could not -refrain from joining the chorus. -</p> - -<p> -Five minutes after this the ship seemed shaken -from stem to stern by the wild hilarity of the -ward-room officers. They had been at their dessert when -Bobbie introduced the Admiral. -</p> - -<p> -The best of it all was, that Jacko himself looked as -grave as an Oxford don. Never a smile was on his -face. Not even the ghost of one. -</p> - -<p> -But the new admiral was given a chair and a plate, -and, behaving himself with all decorum, enjoyed a -hearty feast of nuts and raisins. After this, -accompanied by Bobbie, he bowed and took his leave. He -had taken good care, however, to stuff one of his cheeks -with nuts before he got down off his chair, till it stuck -out like—so the doctor phrased it—a very bad case of -inflammation of the parotid gland. -</p> - -<p> -Admiral Jacko, it must be admitted, was a very -funny fellow, but I fear I could not certify that he -was strictly honest. Real rear-admirals would never, -for instance, do what Admiral Jacko did once. He -was on the fighting-deck one day, and noticed the -captain's steward pass into the saloon with a nice -little plum-pudding. -</p> - -<p> -Jacko, in full uniform, walked past the door several -times and had a sniff, the sentry smiling and presenting -arms to him. But presently an officer entered to -inform the captain that a strange man-o'-war was in -sight, and leaving his luncheon he went on deck to -have a look at her. This was the Rear-admiral's -chance. He rushed in and as quickly came out again, -hugging the brown and savoury pudding in his arms. -</p> - -<p> -The sentry didn't present arms to him this time, -only he determined not to tell upon poor Jacko. -</p> - -<p> -"Bring in the pudding, steward," said Captain Leeward. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, sir, I brought it!" -</p> - -<p> -"Then where is it?" -</p> - -<p> -"That's what I should like to know, sir!" -</p> - -<p> -He clapped his hand to his head, and for a moment -looked confused. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, sir," he cried next minute, "I'd lay my life if -you'd let me, sir, that Admiral Jacko has collared it! -Shall I run and hunt him up and recover it?" -</p> - -<p> -"No, no, steward; it wouldn't be much worth by this -time." -</p> - -<p> -And, sure enough, there was Admiral Jacko in the -main-top discussing that delicious "plum-duff", with -half-shut eyes and all the airs and graces of an -epicure. After he had eaten all he could swallow, he -stuffed both cheeks, pitched the remains down on the -head of an able seaman, then slid down a stay to -find and feed the cat. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -On the whole, then, I think it must be admitted -that the <i>Osprey</i> was rather a happy ship. -</p> - -<p> -When they neared the coast of Venezuela they had -the good luck to fall in with the flag-ship of the -station. Captain Leeward delivered his despatches -and letters for officers and crew, and then to his -surprise found that the admiral had a cablegram for him. -It was to the effect that he, Captain Leeward, was to -join the South American fleet for a few months. This -was on account of a cloud that was gathering in -Venezuela concerning disputed British possessions on -the borders. At that time the cloud was no bigger -than a man's hand, but it might spread till it covered -all the sky, and darken even our relations with the -United States of America, whose president was -apparently spoiling for a fight with Britain. -</p> - -<p> -The fleet was to hold itself in readiness to land -blue-jackets and marines at any moment. -</p> - -<p> -So they all went cruising together. -</p> - -<p> -The poor Irish "stupidnumerary" was transferred -for service to a tiny gun-vessel, and very sorry indeed -he was to part with his mess-mates. For, bar chaff, -they had all been as happy together as a summer's -day is long. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -For months the fleet hovered around the coast, only -putting out to sea now and then if a storm threatened -to blow them on to a lee-shore. But there was much -intercourse between the various ships, and at the -towns they anchored near, the inhabitants were most -hospitable. The flag-ship often gave a dinner or a -dance on the upper deck, which was tented over in its -after part, and gay with flags and flowers and -perfumed foliage. -</p> - -<p> -What a happy, jolly life is that of a young naval -officer on occasions like these, and how quickly, while -waltzing with some lovely young girl to dreamy -music, does he forget all the dangers of the ocean that -he has come through! -</p> - -<p> -He just lives for the present. And oh! that present -glides far, far too quickly away, yet it is something to -look back to with pleasure when once more he is out -upon the lone blue sea! -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap22"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXII. -<br /><br /> -IN THE WILDS OF VENEZUELA. -</h3> - -<p> -Although the <i>Osprey's</i> visit to Venezuela may -have but little interest for the reader, still it -would be unfair to drag him away from that land -without first inviting him on shore to have a look at -some of its wild and lovely scenery. -</p> - -<p> -A young fellow—a Spaniard, though he talked -capital English—came off one forenoon. He was -received by Creggan and the Duckling at the gangway, -and after talking for a short time on deck they invited -him below. -</p> - -<p> -This Spaniard was a gentleman in every sense of -the word, and possessed of all that old Castalian -courtesy and urbanity which you see so little of in -these matter-of-fact days. He owned, too, that he -was independent, if not indeed rich. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, señor," he said to Creggan, "think you that -your captain would permit you to spend a few weeks -on shore with me? And your dear friend here? I -will do all I can to make you happy." -</p> - -<p> -"I do not doubt that for a moment," said Creggan, -"and if we can succeed in getting leave we are at -your command." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, I rejoice!" cried young Miguel. -</p> - -<p> -"I myself," he added, "am bound up in botany, in -sport, and in natural history. Ah! we will enjoy our -little selves, see if we don't!" -</p> - -<p> -Leave was asked for and granted that very day. -The <i>Osprey</i> was going down the coast and would -leave them here, returning again in three weeks' -time. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah!" said dark-eyed young Miguel, "that does -mean six, my capitan. You look good, and good you -must be." -</p> - -<p> -The captain smiled. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, señor, Venezuela is a vast country!" -</p> - -<p> -"Well, well, Miguel, I'll let the young fellows oft -for five or six weeks. I think they will be safe with -you, and it will do them both good." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, safe, sir, as the everlasting mountains. And -I have two houses—one is my yacht, and the other -my dwelling on shore on the banks of the great -Orinoco. You have no such rivers in Britain, I -believe, señor capitan?" -</p> - -<p> -"Well, no," replied Leeward, smiling. "You see, -we are somewhat cramped for space, and a river -broader than any of our two counties we should find -somewhat inconvenient, to say the least." -</p> - -<p> -"A thousand thanks for the leave, sir!" cried -Creggan impulsively. -</p> - -<p> -Then he added: -</p> - -<p> -"Pardon me, sir, but you are so different from -Commander Flint." -</p> - -<p> -Well, Creggan and the Ugly Duckling had as many -good-byes and hand-shakings given them as if they -had been going off for a whole year to fight for their -Queen and country. -</p> - -<p> -The Duckling's parting from Admiral Jacko was -quite affecting, as far as feeling on the part of this -strange but clever ape went. Perhaps from his -excessive and droll ugliness Jacko looked upon the -middy as a brother. Be that as it may, he hung -with his arms around his neck and his cheek against -the Duckling's, and the expression of his face was so -sad that the gun-room officers would not have been at -all surprised had he burst into tears. -</p> - -<p> -"Take care of my brother Jacko, boys!" -</p> - -<p> -These were the Ugly Duckling's last words as he -seated himself in Miguel's boat, and the sturdy -semi-Spanish sailors bent bravely to their work. Out there, -where the <i>Osprey</i> lay at anchor near to a small but -beautiful island, there was a kind of "jabble" of small -waves, caused by cross seas and currents. But after -bearing in towards the green-fringed shore for about -three miles, the men singing as they rowed to the -sweet, soft notes of a guitar touched by the fingers of -Miguel himself, they rounded another island, and were -soon lost to view from the deck of the <i>Osprey</i>. -</p> - -<p> -The water was now more smooth, though the outward -current ran high. The tide in fact was ebbing. -When it flows here it flows fast and furiously, and -there are times when the battle betwixt sea and river -is so furious, that no boat could float in the turmoil of -breaking waters. -</p> - -<p> -The Orinoco is undoubtedly a grand river, though -certainly not so wide as Captain Leeward would lead -one to infer. It is a grand stream, and a wildly -romantic one too—higher up, I mean, for, like the -river Nile, it forms a delta. This is about one hundred -and thirty miles from the wide Atlantic, and here it -divides itself into a great number of mouths, most of -them navigable. -</p> - -<p> -The principal mouth or main-stream is called the -Boca de Navios, and it was up this great stream that -our heroes went with Miguel next morning, in his -pretty little steam-yacht, of which the young fellow -was so justly proud. -</p> - -<p> -So light was this craft and so little water did she -draw, that she could go anywhere, and being strong -even in a buffeting sea-way, could have done -anything. She was not, however, quite so light as the -Yankee's boat that was warranted to sail wherever -there was a heavy dew. -</p> - -<p> -I am writing from memory only, so I cannot give -the exact tonnage of the <i>Orinoco Queen</i>, but fifty tons -is near enough. Her beam was broad, though. Her -little cabin or cuddy quite a lady's boudoir, adorned -and perfumed with the rarest tropical flowers, through -which at night peeped coyly the glow of fairy-lights. -The one great lamp that swung from the skylight had -a crimson shade, and thus the cabin looked like a scene -from dream-land. -</p> - -<p> -At night Miguel played his guitar, and sang wild -and martial ballads of the romantic Spain of years -gone by, or soft lullaby-like love ditties. The music -of these latter seemed to breathe o'er the strings. You -could have told it was a serenade, and in imagination -you might have seen a beautiful girl-face appear one -moment at an open lattice-window above, and next, -from a white and shapely hand extended, you might -imagine a flower drop down, to be rapturously caught -and pressed to the lips of the serenader. Spain, -deprived of its romance, were nothing now. -</p> - -<p> -Hammocks were hung on deck, and surrounded, as -far as Miguel's guests were concerned, by mosquito -curtains. But the captain, Miguel himself, slept on -a grass mat. -</p> - -<p> -The crew of the <i>Orinoco Queen</i> consisted of five -men and a boy, two of the men being engineers. This -little river craft, however, had a main and fore mast, -on which were carried, alow and aloft only, fore-and-aft -sails. The men were lanky and brown, dark in -hair and eyes, with bare necks and chests, and legs all -exposed below the knees. But they were as lithe and -active as panthers. -</p> - -<p> -From the very first Creggan and the Duckling -knew that they were going to have a real good time -of it. Miguel believed in taking life easy. With -half-shut eyes, while the yacht steamed slowly up the -river, he would lie or recline on a grass hammock -on deck, a small perfumed cigar between his lips, -making little else save interjectional remarks for an -hour at a time. -</p> - -<p> -Miguel had no middle-mind, if I may so express it; -that is, he was either dreamy happy in a kind of -lethargy, or as active as a pole-cat on the war-path. -</p> - -<p> -In this respect he resembled the monster caymans, -or huge alligators with which the yellow-white waters -of the river swarmed. Terrible monsters indeed these -are! You can see their great heads protruding over -the moon-lit water, if you are keeping the middle -watch. So lazy look they, that scarcely could you -believe that anything could excite them, or wake -them into activity. But let a man fall overboard, -or—awful accident!—a boat capsize, and they cleave the -water, quick as seals, and Heaven have mercy on the -mariners, for the caymans have none! -</p> - -<p> -In five days' time, taking it very easy, and often-times -landing on wooded islands, or at the mouths of -rivers—tributaries to the "Mother of Waters",—they -reached Ciudad Bolivar. -</p> - -<p> -Both the Ugly Duckling and Creggan were fond of -the beautiful in nature, and everything they saw on -the pretty arboreal islands which they touched at -was new and strange. Many of these were inhabited, -and the languid natives, who lived in thatch huts of -wattle and clay, existing for the most part on fish, I -think, were exceedingly kind to them. They brought -them light wine, fruit, eggs, fish, and goat's milk. -</p> - -<p> -Sometimes on a day of racing clouds and sunshine, -Miguel would cast anchor at the mouth of a tributary -river, and in his boat would start up stream with his -guests. -</p> - -<p> -Such rivers were wondrously beautiful. The overhanging -trees, laden down with green foliage till the -tips of the branches touched the water, were cloud-lands -of a beauty that was rich and rare. For not -only were their leaves a sight to see, but the climbing -flowers that often bound them into great crimson, blue, -or orange garlands, dazzled the eyes with their loveliness. -</p> - -<p> -I said the branches bent downwards, yes, and formed -cool sylvan arbours, in which the boat could lie for -luncheon. -</p> - -<p> -Miguel—kind-hearted he was and thoughtful—had -forgotten nothing that could minister to the comfort -of his guests, and serve to make this visit to Venezuela -an ever-memorable one. -</p> - -<p> -The mosquitoes of these regions are very lively little -persons, and very fond of British blood, but a tincture -that Miguel gave to the boys with which to rub face -and hands, kept them well at bay. -</p> - -<p> -After luncheon Miguel would sing and play for an hour. -</p> - -<p> -Meanwhile the great snakes that lay sometimes all -their length on the branches above, or hung head down -therefrom, were no source of comfort either to Creggan -or his friend. They could not keep from looking at -them at first, fearful lest they might drop into the -boat; and these serpents are deadly monsters. -</p> - -<p> -"Do not look, my friends," said Miguel; "they may -fascinate you." -</p> - -<p> -"Is that story about fascination not all a myth?" -said Creggan. -</p> - -<p> -Miguel leaned forward and lit another cigarette -before he replied: "Not so, Creggan. I have heard -many stories of the power these monsters possess over -the minds of men. -</p> - -<p> -"But," he added, "one I do remember personally. -I and a friend from Trinidad were hunting the panther -in a piece of forest-land far away north of here, and -among the Llanos[<a id="chap22fn1text"></a><a href="#chap22fn1">1</a>]. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap22fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap22fn1text">1</a>] Tracks of uplands, covered with wild grass, trees, &c., -and with cañons between. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -"We came to a snake-infested jungle, but being very -tired we determined to camp there for the night. We -tied our donkeys to leafless cocoanut-trees, that looked -at a distance like masts of ships. Then we swung our -grass hammocks ready, and cooked supper. -</p> - -<p> -"We were only on the borders of the ugly jungle. -Yet it contained game-birds, and in pursuit of these -Antoine and I entered its gloom. We got several, -and were returning to our camp, I being about ten -yards ahead of my companion. Suddenly—it makes -me shudder even now—I heard my friend utter that -strange quavering low scream that issues from a man -in nightmare. -</p> - -<p> -"<i>Oo—oo—hoo—oo!</i> -</p> - -<p> -"I turned quickly. There stood poor Antoine, a -huge snake depending from a tree not a yard from his -face, and evidently about to strike. -</p> - -<p class="capcenter"> -<a id="img-216"></a> -<br /> -<img class="imgcenter" src="images/img-216.jpg" alt="ANTOINE WAS IN A STATE OF MESMERIC FASCINATION, AND PALE AS DEATH" /> -<br /> -ANTOINE WAS IN A STATE OF MESMERIC FASCINATION, <br /> -AND PALE AS DEATH -</p> - -<p> -"Antoine was in a state of mesmeric fascination—visage -pale as death, staring upturned eyes, arms -straight down by his side, and clenched hands. -</p> - -<p> -"I fired at once, and the snake fell with shattered -head, but writhing, leaping, and dancing body. -</p> - -<p> -"A snake, my friends, never looks more hideous than -when, headless, he twists and coils in the thraldom of -death. -</p> - -<p> -"My friend Antoine had fainted, but though he soon -revived I noted something strange in his manner. It -put me in mind of the childish hysterical nervousness -of speech and movement a wine-bibber sometimes exhibits. -</p> - -<p> -"But I marked also, that whenever that day he saw -a huge snake hanging on a tree, he would stop and -gaze at it with dilated eyes, and even after passing on -he would turn again and again to look once more -into the ever-open glassy eyes of the serpent. -</p> - -<p> -"My friends, the worst was to come. I may tell -you first, that the nights at this time were brightly -moonlit. Well, we supped and turned into our hammocks, -but after I had slept for hours I awoke suddenly -with a strange kind of fear and coldness at my heart. -</p> - -<p> -"I naturally glanced towards Antoine's hammock. -It was too loose and puckered to have anyone in it. -</p> - -<p> -"My friend had fled! -</p> - -<p> -"I turned out at once and roused my men, and -together we hurried down through a bit of savannah -to the jungle. I was hoping against hope. But to all -our shouting no response was given, except from the -throats of wild beasts. We returned to camp now -disheartened, to await the coming of daylight. -</p> - -<p> -"At last, dear friends, the sun's crimson rays darted -through the deep orange hue on the horizon, and after -a hasty breakfast we hastened back to the jungle. -</p> - -<p> -"We had not entered far, when, O Dios! my friends, -the sight that met our gaze seemed to turn our hearts -to ice. I shall never, never forget it. -</p> - -<p> -"Antoine lay on his back; his face and hands were -purple and swollen; on his brow were two vivid spots -of vermilion; while his open glassy eyes were staring -unmeaningly heavenwards through the trees. -</p> - -<p> -"Dead? Yes, my friend was dead, and coiled around -his neck was a large and fearful snake!" -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -As Miguel finished his little story, Creggan gazed -upwards at the overhanging boughs and the ever-present -snakes. But his host hastened to reassure him. -</p> - -<p> -"Do not fear," he cried, "do not dread. Snakes are -never vicious. They are good and kindly creatures, -and at no time will they strike unless attacked, or in -defence of their homes and their progeny." -</p> - -<p> -I—the author—have had in my time a larger -experience of snakes than I ever at any time desired, -and I can quite believe the story that Miguel told his -guests that day. Nevertheless, Creggan was never -very sorry when the boat was once more out in the -open stream. -</p> - -<p> -The bird and insect life in these lonely dreamy -woods it would be impossible for me to describe. -Suffice it to say, that they were beautiful beyond -compare. And yet the birds—that looked like flying -flowers—had but little song. Their beauty of colour -is granted them by God that they may resemble the -orchids, and so deceive their reptile foes. If they -sang much their presence would be revealed. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap23"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXIII. -<br /><br /> -DOLCE FAR NIENTE. -</h3> - -<p> -Few authors bother themselves, or their friends -either, with maps. But I am an exception. -Wherever my bark may be, in whatever part of the -globe, on whatever sea, I like to know my bearings -and view my position on the chart. It is the same if -I journey inland. -</p> - -<p> -Then, when writing my tales, I like my boy and -girl readers to be with me, and each of them to keep -his or her weather eye lifting, as I do mine. Indeed, -as to my latitude and longitude in any portion of this -small world, I am as particular and as "pernicketty" -as any old maid is over her cat, or her cup of brown -tea. -</p> - -<p> -So—if thou lovest me, lad or lass,—just take your -atlas and turn to the northern parts of South America, -and you shall speedily find Venezuela, and the great -Orinoco river also. Cast your eyes inland, along this -mighty stream, and you will strike Ciudad Bolivar -(Angostura) on the south bank and Soledad on the -other. -</p> - -<p> -It was for Soledad that Miguel made tracks first, -and here he and his guests went on shore and dined -at the poseda or hotel. It was a brisk time here at -this business season. For to Soledad come now many -a well-laden wain, and many a string of hardy, loaded -mules, bringing with them the produce of the northern -interior to ship over across stream for Ciudad Bolivar -itself. -</p> - -<p> -Tobacco, cereals, horns, hoofs, and hides, with cotton, -corn, and rice, great cheeses, poor ill-used pigs, and -quacking ducks with fowls in bundles and baskets. -</p> - -<p> -Our heroes were lucky to arrive at such a time, -and the landlady, though busy, set aside her best -rooms and cooked her best dishes to please the "boy" -Miguel, as she fondly called him. The boy had -brought his guitar with him, and rejoiced the hearts -of many lads and lasses from up country, who had -come down with their fathers' wains to buy their -dresses and bonnie things, and so go back again happy -to the solitude of upland and forest. -</p> - -<p> -Heigho! I fear Miguel was a sad flirt. He wasn't -going to play the guitar all the evening, I can assure -you. No, he must needs hand the instrument to a -friend, while he mingled in the glad, the mad, the -merry fandango. Well, those beautifully graceful -girl dancers, with their innocent sweetness of face -and dark languishing eyes, were enough to make a -less susceptive young fellow than Miguel flirt. I -cannot say whether Creggan flirted or not—I shouldn't -like to say he didn't, but I know he danced, though it -was hot work. -</p> - -<p> -Poor Duckling! He was sitting half-hidden in a -bank of flowers that adorned one end of the hall. -</p> - -<p> -"I'm too ugly," he told Creggan, "to get a partner. -I'll be a wall-flower for one night." -</p> - -<p> -But—think of it—a sweetly pretty girl, after waltzing -past through several dances, eyed him many times -and oft. I'm sure from what followed that she pitied -the poor sailor-boy in his sad loneliness. For presently, -fanning herself prettily, she sat near to him. -</p> - -<p> -She peeped shyly over the top of her fan a few -times, then summoned courage to say: -</p> - -<p> -"You no can dance—valse?" -</p> - -<p> -He smiled drolly. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh yes, dear, I can dance well. But—but—I think -I am too ugly to find a partner." -</p> - -<p> -"No, señor; no, no. A good heart is yours. I see -it in your eye. Come, dance with me." -</p> - -<p> -And she waltzed with him almost continually till the -poseda closed. -</p> - -<p> -Kind-hearted was she not? -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Well, after a few days spent here the yacht was -taken over to Ciudad Bolivar, in the neighbourhood -of which was Miguel's house. Here dwelt this rich -roving lad's mother, and he was the only son. The -father had been a man who for many years held very -high rank in the country, but the excitement of -business and politics killed him at last. -</p> - -<p> -I wish I had time and space to linger over the happy -life those young sailors spent for over a fortnight at -Miguel's mansion. His little sister—strange to say, -she was blue-eyed—took quite a fancy to the Ugly -Duckling. It might have been a case of Beauty and -the Beast! Some ill-natured beings would not have -hesitated to say so, but Natina saw only the boy's -mind, and his kindly ways and manners. -</p> - -<p> -She was only twelve. But in her innocence and -naïveté she told him once that if he returned in a few -years she would love him still more, and that then -the <i>padre</i> should join their hands, and they would -and should live happy ever after. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan had never seen the Duckling blush before, -but he did so now. Still, he held out his brown sailor -hand and clasped Natina's wee white one: -</p> - -<p> -"I'll come back, Natina, and marry you. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah!" thought true-hearted Duckie, "shall I ever -get here again? Do sailors e'er return?" -</p> - -<p> -However, he ratified the agreement in the most -natural way possible, and this precocious little lady -henceforward considered herself of no small account, -being engaged, you know. -</p> - -<p> -Duckie, as his mess-mates often called him, mostly -for fun but partly for fondness, measured her finger -and promised to send her a ring. I may as well add -here that he did, and that the correspondence kept up -between them was, on her part anyhow, of a somewhat -gushing description. -</p> - -<p> -The temptation to remain longer at this beautiful -house, with its terraced lawns, its tropical gardens, in -which were fountains through the spray of which -rare and beautiful birds dashed backwards and -forwards all day long, and with the grand old forest -stretching away behind to the far-off Llanos, was very -great indeed, but time pressed, and there was yet very -much to be seen in this land of delight. As to the -parting between Natina and Duckie, I must tell you -that Natina cried a good deal in a quiet way, wiping -her eyes with her bonnie black hair, and that, woman-like, -one of the last things she said was: -</p> - -<p> -"Señor Duckie will not forget his Natina's little ring?" -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Ships from all nations call at Ciudad Bolivar, -although the population cannot be over seventy thousand, -judging from memory. Then, though the streets are -narrow in the business parts, Ciudad Bolivar looks -charming as seen on a bright moonlight night—as seen -from the river, I mean. The stream here makes an -inward bend, forming a kind of bay, and is escarped -by bold rocks, on which wave a few trees. Then the -houses and mansions rise up and up the hill in rows -or crescents, till they reach the top, where stands the -lofty cathedral. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan and his friend brought from Ciudad Bolivar -many strange curios, and at the first chance that -offered he sent these home to his mother, and many -to Matty, for sailors when far away at sea never -forget the dear ones at home. -</p> - -<p> -After dropping down to the mouth of the river -Orinoco, young Señor Miguel stood out to sea some -distance to be clear of shoals. Then the wind being -fair, though light, fires were banked on the little -yacht, and slowly along the coast northwards they -held a course. -</p> - -<p> -All around here the sea is very lovely indeed—beyond -compare. -</p> - -<p> -When at Miguel's mansion our heroes had been -startled by a shock of earthquake, accompanied by -terrible thunder and lightning, more vivid than they -had ever seen before. Miguel made light of it next -day. He said it was only a baby-quake, and couldn't -have rocked a cradle or basinette. -</p> - -<p> -Anyhow, it seemed to have brought fine weather, -and now the sky above and the sea below were both -an azure blue, the wavelets sparkling like diamond -dust, and now and then breaking into tiny caps of -snow-white spray, as the gentle wind toyed with and -fanned them. -</p> - -<p> -Skip-jacks now and then darted from wave to -wave; blue-black flying-fish, too, flew high into the -sunshine, apparently singing <i>I would I were a bird</i>. -</p> - -<p> -Sometimes these got on board at night, leaping high -towards the lanterns. When Creggan saw them -there, he picked them up and threw them safely back -into the sea. -</p> - -<p> -"Why should we," he said, "who have so many of -the good things of this world, cruelly take the lives of -those gems of the ocean wave?" -</p> - -<p> -Shoals of porpoises were common enough, and -occasionally a sea-cow with splendid eyes would raise -her beautiful sleek, dark head above the water, and -gaze long and curiously at the white-sailed passing -yacht. -</p> - -<p> -Sometimes Miguel laid to his vessel and lowered a -boat, that he and his guests might enjoy a few hours' -fishing. And it was fishing, too. The fish seemed as -keen to be caught as they were in Duntulm Bay when -Creggan, our hero, was a little boy, and this brought -back to him sunny memories of days never to be -forgotten, so that he often closed his eyes in the bright -sunshine that he might think once more of the past, -and long to be back again in Skye, the Island of -Wings. -</p> - -<p> -A week after this we find our heroes in the yacht -anchored in the Caño Colorado—Caño meaning a -creek; but in this case, at all events, it really is -no creek, but the long quiet mouth of El rio del -Guarapiche, a river that, rising afar among the wild -hills and forests of the west and north, sweeps briskly -on for many a league, forming here and there a -cataract, and here and there a broad brown pool, where -fishes love to bask in the sweet sunshine or leap gladly -up to catch the passing flies. -</p> - -<p> -It is all youth and sunshine and joy with the river -at first. Beautiful wild flowers nod over its banks -and use it as a mirror, bright-winged birds dip in it as -they go skimming through the air, and cloudlands of -trees bend down to kiss the gurgling stream. But -after many more miles, it goes roaring through dark -wild cañons, and is overhung by frowning rocks which -narrow and deepen it. The river passes through -jungle also, where nightly the wild beasts fight and -roar. Then, getting broader now—its happy youth -all gone,—less transparent old age seems to gather -over its once glad waters, till, weary at last, it glides -calmly, softly, into the great Atlantic Ocean. -</p> - -<p> -Miguel landed at the Caño. The young fellow -appeared to have friends everywhere, and to be -everywhere as welcome as early primroses. -</p> - -<p> -The owner of a property that lay up a creeklet, and -had thereon a pretty wooden bungalow, was most -happy to see Miguel and his friends. Of course they -must stay to dinner, and that meal was one that -Creggan could not despise. Delightful curry, most -delicious fish, plantains, sweet potatoes, and the rarest -of fruit. -</p> - -<p> -And so with talk and song the evening passed away. -Then down the creek in the starlight they dropped, -and just about -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "The wee short 'oor ayont the twal"<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -everybody was fast asleep—except the sentry—on -board the yacht. -</p> - -<p> -On next day towards Maturin. -</p> - -<p> -In no hurry, however. 'Twas best to lounge and -dawdle thus, enjoying the <i>dolce far niente</i> by the -river's green wooded banks, or out amid-stream in the -sparkling sunshine. -</p> - -<p> -On shore many times and oft, however, to enjoy the -scenery. Once a huge and insolent cayman attempted -to seize a boatman where he sat. They were just then -nearing the yacht. Almost instantly after the crack -of a heavy rifle in the bows of the <i>Queen</i> sounded the -death-knell of that terrible cayman. Even before the -sound had ceased to reverberate from rock to rock, he -was lashing the water with his tail like some fabled -monster of a bygone age, and dyeing the water with -his blood. -</p> - -<p> -Once they landed on the north bank of the river, -and after dragging the light boat a long way through -a rough country, they launched her on a lovely lake -of cerulean blue, that, extending far on every side, -looked like some vast inland sea. -</p> - -<p> -Miguel had brought along to-day an extra good -luncheon. The water teemed with fish, so sport was -excellent. They landed in a little cove, -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green",<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -and there in cool umbrageous shade they dined. Then -romantic Miguel, who never went anywhere without -his sweet-and-sad guitar, played and sang. -</p> - -<p> -They returned not until the moon was shining high -and clear over the mirrored lake. Some hands from -the yacht met them in the landing-cove, and the boat -was again dragged riverwards. -</p> - -<p> -Not without adventure, however. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan always took with him from his ship a -Highland plaid, to be worn at night if belated. He -was wrapped in that—happily for him—on this -particular evening. -</p> - -<p> -The boat was still being dragged along a terribly -rough cattle-track, and Creggan was a little way -behind. Suddenly from out the jungle came a roar that -seemed to shake the earth, and next moment a huge -dark beast sprang high in the moonlit air, and our -hero was thrown violently to the ground. -</p> - -<p> -The American lion, his yellow eyes glaring, his red -mouth spitting spume, tore at the Highland plaid. -But the beast's last hour had come, for with an -activity but little less than his own, Miguel attacked -him. It was a clear-shining dagger that shone aloft. -It descended with a dull thud, and was lifted again -wet with red blood. In less than ten seconds the wild -beast was despatched. -</p> - -<p> -His skin was taken as a trophy by the men, and -presented, after being cured, to Creggan himself. That -skin is now lying as a rug in the drawing-room of -Creggan's mother's house at Torquay. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Half-way up the river Guarapiche lies the town or -city of Maturin. Spanish, of course, with quaintly-tiled -or thatched houses, laid out in terraces, streets, -and squares. -</p> - -<p> -The people are peaceable enough, though sometimes -quarrels ensue in gambling or drinking dens, knives -are drawn, and red blood spurts all over glasses, -decanters, and counter. -</p> - -<p> -There are many Europeans here, and, I think, they -stand by Scotch or Italian. The latter may occasionally -draw a stiletto, but Sandie doesn't. Sandie -usually owns a fist as hard and big as the butt-end of -an elephant rifle, and if a row begins, he finds that fist -wondrous handy. -</p> - -<p> -I believe that Miguel never thought anything about -the cruelty of cock-fighting and bull-baiting; and at -his invitation our young heroes went to see both. -They were disgusted with the former, and even more -so with the latter. The poor horses are often gored -even to death, and on that night our Creggan and -his friends saw one unhappy animal rushing wildly -around the arena with—will it be believed?—a portion -of his entrails gushing from his side. The only -incident of this one-sided bull-fight which the Ugly -Duckling really enjoyed, was when a bull picked a -fallen matador airily up by the trews—the fellow was -on his face—and flung him over into the crowd. -</p> - -<p> -The twisting of the tails of the bulls is very cruel -and shocking. The matadors want Britishers to -believe that they throw the bull over by sheer strength -of arm. Nothing of the sort. The nobler animal -throws himself over to avoid the excruciating agony -of the twist. -</p> - -<p> -These matadors are, as far as I could ever judge, -cowardly fellows, as all cruel men are. I asked one -once to have a boxing round or two with me, for -love. He excused himself prettily in Spanish, and -I think he did well, because there was no hospital -anywhere near to carry him to after the engagement. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Well, the time was getting on, flying fast indeed, -but to return without seeing the strange, wild, and -dreary scenery of the Llanos would have been out of -the question. -</p> - -<p> -The yacht was left in charge of its somewhat ragged -crew, and the three friends with servants and plenty -of arms for sport—well provisioned too—started at -last, and after a long, stiff climb found themselves, full -three hundred feet above the sea-level, on a wide and -open plain. -</p> - -<p> -It extended—oh, such a distance far away to the -horizon! The sea itself seemed less extensive than -these -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "High plains......<br /> - And vast savannahs, where the wandering eye,<br /> - Unfixed, is in a verdant ocean lost".<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap24"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXIV. -<br /><br /> -ON THE LONESOME LLANOS. -</h3> - -<p> -The vast and lonesome uplands, called Llanos, on -which our heroes now found themselves, are the -pampas of the far southern districts of South America. -</p> - -<p> -There is a weirdness about them, especially in the -silence of the night, that strikes one with awe. But -sometimes, indeed, day is more silent than night, for -then the stillness is unbroken by howl of wild beasts -or scream of birds of prey. So quiet is it then on -some portions of the Llanos, that you can hear the -sound of the human voice in ordinary conversation -full two hundred yards away, while if you wander -long here, so great is the strain on one's nerves that -the slightest sound will make one start—a tiny snake -rustling among the grass, a breaking reed, or lizard -nibbling at a stalk of couch. -</p> - -<p> -Humboldt, the great traveller, is not, I fear, much -read nowadays, but he speaks about these solitary -regions as follows:— -</p> - -<p> -"Here in the Llanos, all around us, the plains seemed -to rise to heaven; and this vast and silent desert -appeared to our eyes like a sea that is covered with -sea-weed, or the algae of the deep ocean. According -to the inequality of the vapour floating on the -atmosphere, and the alternate temperature of the breezes -contending against each other, was the appearance of -the horizon; in some places clearly and sharply defined, -in others wavy, crooked, and, as it were, striped. -</p> - -<p> -"The earth there seemed to mingle with heaven. -Through the dry mist we sometimes perceived palm-trees -in the distance. Stripped of their leaves and -green feathery summits, these stems, rising out of the -low-lying fog, resembled the masts of ships, which one -descries on the horizon at sea." -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Miguel's little party was accompanied by donkeys; -some of these had panniers, on which the luggage or -baggage was carried, as well as the general commissariat. -But while two of Miguel's sailors trotted on -foot, he himself with Creggan and his friends bestrode -strong and agile donkeys. -</p> - -<p> -As guides, they had two hardy Llaneros or plainsmen. -These fellows are wilder far than your Mexican -cow-boy,—who, by the way, is just as often as not -a braggart and a coward. But your true Llanero, -with his brown skin, his tattered clothes and cow-hide -boots, and the ever-ready lasso across his chest, a -knife or pistol in his belt, is as daring as a puma or -panther itself. He knows no fear, and takes no hurt -wherever he sleeps, or however hard his toil and poor -his fare. -</p> - -<p> -No need for a traveller to fear these men. Treat -them fairly and squarely, and they will do their duty, -ay, and fight to grim death for the man they have -undertaken to watch and guide. -</p> - -<p> -Our brave youngsters were marching southwards -and west, and would so march for days, until, after -crossing many a creek and cañon, and many a river -that goes roaring, brown and awful, through gorges -among the hills and woods, they should strike the -River Tigre itself. -</p> - -<p> -One of the rivers they crossed is wildly beautiful—the -Mapiriti. They spent two nights and days near -to its green banks, and in a bonny wooded and bosky -glen. But they had shooting and fishing also. -</p> - -<p> -Night alone was dreary—and dangerous too. To -protect the donkeys from the attacks of wild beasts, -they had to cut down branches and throw up a kind -of laager, for after supper was cooked and eaten, and -the fires burning low warned them that it was time to -sleep, the cries and roaring of beasts of prey began, -and the brutes came all too close to camp to be -agreeable. But the sentries—two there were—had orders -to fire if they heard but a bush stirring. The quick -sharp ring of the rifles generally ensured peace for a -time. -</p> - -<p> -Miguel slept on some bundles of grass, with a pillow -of the same material. Nor wild beasts, snakes, nor -mosquitoes ever seemed to annoy him. -</p> - -<p> -But the Ugly Duckling and Creggan had each a -hammock, hung gipsy-fashion from crossed sticks a -few feet above the ground. -</p> - -<p> -After Creggan had said his prayers and lain down, -he used to promise himself that he would lie awake -for some time and think of his far-off Highland home. -But he never succeeded in doing so with any degree -of satisfaction. The fatigue of travel, the pure, fresh, -and bracing air, to say nothing of a good supper, all -tended to induce slumber, and soon indeed was he in -the land of forgetfulness, seldom opening his eyes till -breakfast was steaming and simmering over the fire. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -I must draw in my horns, as the snail said to the -blackbird; for it was not my intention to give an -elaborate account of this great land of Llanos, of broad -bright rivers studded with islands like emerald gems, -of cayman-haunted creeks, of green savannahs, of -waving palms, of deep dark forests surrounding many -a lonesome gloomy leaden lake, and of mountains -towering to the moon. No; see Venezuela for yourselves, -boys. If you do, you can say afterwards that -you have lived, should you never visit any other -foreign land save itself. -</p> - -<p> -Suffice it to say that, laden with the spoils of the -chase, the <i>Queen</i> one beautiful forenoon brought our -heroes safely back to the mouth of the great river -Orinoco, and that their arrival was a scene of rejoicing. -</p> - -<p> -Poor Admiral Jacko was worn and thin, for sadly -had he missed his Ugly Duckling, and now sprang -into his arms with a fond and plaintive cry, and in his -own strange language told him a weary, weary tale. -</p> - -<p> -It was delightful to get home again to the ship -after all, and that night, after they had dined with -the captain, Miguel being also a guest, our wanderers -slept more soundly than they had done for many and -many a day. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap25"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXV. -<br /><br /> -PROMOTION. -</h3> - -<p> -I may tell my would-be or will-be sailor-boys, that -time flies fast enough when one is serving in a -pleasant and happy ship on a foreign shore. Just a -little weariness and longing there may be for the -first month or two, then one settles down. -</p> - -<p> -You do not cease to think of home, however. As -regards love of home, absence really makes the heart -grow fonder. You think of it often and often when -keeping your lonesome middle-watch, as you gaze -upwards at the star-studded sky, or outwards far across -the darkling sea, and you dream of it while rocked in -your hammock or tiny cabin-cot; and somehow these -dreams are nearly always pleasant. Then again, a dear -delight it is to receive letters from home. The next -greatest pleasure is in writing them. -</p> - -<p> -Writing letters home, as far as the Royal Navy is -concerned, is an occupation one should engage in at all -odd moments. The letters should be ready to go at -any time, for you never know when a chance may -occur. A homeward-bound ship may be sighted and -lie to, then aft and forward rings the cry, "Letters -for home!" -</p> - -<p> -If the midshipman of the watch or a bo's'n draws -aside the gun-room curtain, and shouts "Any letters -for England, gentlemen?" and you have not got yours -ready, owing to a spirit of procrastination that lately -dominated you,—well, you will be ready to bite the tip -off your tongue. You will feel just real mad with -yourself. -</p> - -<p> -But so many incidents and adventures, to say -nothing of duty's strict routine, go to make up a -sailor's life, whether young or not, that it is wonderful -how speedily pass the months, ay, and the years too, -until the "Ordered home" arrives. -</p> - -<p> -Then indeed is there excitement. But once the -jib-boom is pointing straight ahead towards our own -beloved land, time no longer flies, it abjures the swift, -darting flight of the swallow and lags along at the -pace of a slug. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Well now, two whole years have passed away since -Creggan and his friend made that memorable though -all too brief tour in Venezuela with the kindly young -landsman Miguel, and it would be difficult indeed -to cram the story of all their ups and downs into even -a dozen chapters. I have no such intention. In fact, -though I tell this story from the life, it is impossible -for me to remember all they did or didn't do in that -time. -</p> - -<p> -I will just inform you, that at the end of two years -they were once more back again at the mouth of the -great white rolling Orinoco, and, as history repeats -itself, Miguel once more came on board, looking not a -bit changed, and once more Creggan and the Ugly -Duckling went with him up stream to his mother's -beautiful mansion. -</p> - -<p> -This time they intended going no farther, but they -were accompanied by dear, kind little Sidney Wickens, -and also by their two staunch friends, Hurricane Bob -and Oscar. -</p> - -<p> -Now, I must tell you something. Sidney was a -genial but quiet young fellow, whose very manner -appeared to invite the confidence of his fellows, and -when, one evening, nobody but he and Duckie sat -together in their little mess-room—this was shortly -after their first visit to Venezuela,—the latter had -suddenly begun to laugh. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh," cried Sidney, "give us a chance to join you, -old man. A good laugh is invaluable, from a health -point of view." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, I'll tell you, though I wouldn't tell everybody." -</p> - -<p> -"No? Well, let me hear." -</p> - -<p> -"Then," said the Duckling, "you wouldn't think -that anyone so awfully ugly as I am would have a -little sweetheart." -</p> - -<p> -"My dear fellow," said Sidney soothingly, "I'll tell -you the truth. As to beauty you are not an Adonis, -but your manner is so good-natured and pleasant and -humorsome and all that, one never thinks about your -features. Besides, as a rule girls hate pretty faces on -men; that is, sensible girls do." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, but my sweetheart is only a child." -</p> - -<p> -"Tell me." -</p> - -<p> -The Ugly Duckling did, from the beginning of the -story down to the parting and the promised -engagement-ring. -</p> - -<p> -Sidney was much interested. -</p> - -<p> -Then getting up he said quietly, "I'll be back in a -minute." -</p> - -<p> -He drew aside, the curtain and disappeared. Down -to his big sea-chest in the cockpit he dived, and soon -returned singing low to himself, with his jewel-case -in one hand. He placed it on the table, and opened -his show of sparkling gems. -</p> - -<p> -"Give me that bit of cardboard," he said, "with -the size of Natina's finger in it. Ah!" he cried jubilantly -a moment after, "this one will just fit. A trifle -large, but her sweet wee finger will grow to it. See -how it sparkles! Isn't it just too awfully lovely for -anything?" -</p> - -<p> -"But, dear Wickens, I—I—" -</p> - -<p> -"Come now, none of that. If you won't have it, -why, I'll keep it and give it to the pretty Natina -myself, and so cut you out." -</p> - -<p> -"I shall have it," cried his companion laughing as -he stretched out his hand, "But, how can I thank you?" -</p> - -<p> -"By not saying a word. If you thank me I'll shy -a bit of biscuit at you. So there!" -</p> - -<p> -Well, on this second visit the Ugly Duckling would -not go up stream without Sidney, and they all spent -a most happy week. -</p> - -<p> -Of course Natina was greatly delighted with the -ring, and just as pretty and affectionate as ever, only -she divided her affections most impartially between -the dogs and the Duckling. -</p> - -<p> -Miguel gave a party and a dance or play every night. -His guests stopped at the mansion, and when good-byes -were said at last they were very sincere indeed, -and, as far as innocent little Natty was concerned, -accompanied by tears. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -The <i>Osprey</i> had got her anchor up, and started now -on a very long cruise indeed—all the way to New -Zealand and Australia. -</p> - -<p> -I always think the study of a really good map of -the world is quite a delight. It gives one such a -thorough insight as to the bearings of his own little -land, to the seas and vast continents in other parts of -the globe. Geography, I believe, should always be -taught and learned in the easiest and most pleasant -way possible. -</p> - -<p> -Now, I suppose that if I were to tell you that Cape -Horn was the southernmost point of land in South -America, and that the ship was now going to coast -down and round this stormy cape, you would naturally -think her course would lie south all the way. -</p> - -<p> -Not at all. Oblige me by looking at your map. -</p> - -<p> -And now let us sail along in the jolly old frigate. -</p> - -<p> -We leave, then, the mouth of the mighty Orinoco, -and instead of steering south it is pretty nearly all -easting until we reach Trinidad, the most southerly of -all the West India islands, then our course is about -south-east and by east till we cross the burning -equator and round Cape St. Roque, then about south -till we look in at Rio Janeiro. -</p> - -<p> -Rio Janeiro stands next to Edinburgh as the most -romantic in situation and surroundings in the world. -The city itself perhaps looks best at a distance—well, -Scot though I be, I must confess that there are some -parts of Old Edinburgh itself that at best will hardly -bear close inspection. Rio simply means a river, and -Rio Janeiro is the city of romance. -</p> - -<p> -We take a course now with a bit of westerly in it, -and in time reach another Rio—the Rio de la Plata. -Yonder on our starboard beam lies the great and -painfully-neglected Argentine Republic. -</p> - -<p> -Coasting still to the south we skirt the shores of -Patagonia. -</p> - -<p> -Somehow we associate everything big and large -with this long stretch of wild country. Land of -giants, land of the llama and swiftly-bounding -guanaco. Land of the lasso, too, and stalwart men on -fleet horses that can use it. Not a bad lot of fellows -at all, if you take them the right way. -</p> - -<p> -But here we are at the entrance to the Straits of -Magellan. No, we are not going through this voyage. -We pass between the coast and the lonely Falkland -Islands. These islands of the far south are somewhat -akin in climate to our Orkneys, healthy and bracing, -though the country is subject to terrible storms. It -has hills and dells and glens, with many a dark tarn -and rippling stream, crowded with fish that are by no -means shy. The islands number about eighty in all. -The summer is very pleasant. If you and I go there -to spend a few months, reader, we'll have excellent -sport, and no letters or morning papers to worry over. -The Falklands are almost treeless, but that does not -signify much so long as one is happy and can eat -a good breakfast. -</p> - -<p> -Well, here is Staten Island. Rather different is -this Argentine isle from the Staten of New York. -</p> - -<p> -Ugh! how bitterly the north-western winds are -howling around its rocks. And see, yonder—summer -though it be—its dark gloomy cliffs, home of the -penguin and many a strange bird besides, are capped -with snow; so, too, are its mountains. -</p> - -<p> -Occasionally now a sea-elephant looks up to stare -at us, and now and then a shoal of the ubiquitous -porpoises go dancing and cooing past, or a solitary -whale ploughs across our hawse but deigns not even -to look at us. He or she is intent only on her own -business. Perhaps she has a calf alongside her -sucking like an overgrown puppy—great, sweet -innocent,—and she is taking it north to warmer water. -</p> - -<p> -My conscience!—as they say in the north of bonnie -Scotland,—how ships that can only sail have to rough -it while rounding the Cape! Snow and fog, icebergs, -and sometimes howling winds from the west-north-west! -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "And now there came both mist and snow,<br /> - And it grew wondrous cold;<br /> - And ice, mast-high, came floating by,<br /> - As green as emerald."<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -Yes, green enough as to its sides sometimes, but all -clad in deep, deep snow above. -</p> - -<p> -And we now walk the icy decks carefully, blowing -occasionally on our half-frozen though mitted fingers. -The ear-lappets of our sou'-westers are pulled down, -our faces being either blue or white according to the -strength of the circulation. -</p> - -<p> -Small pieces of ice rattle along our quarters and -bump us, but we care not for that; we do but pray -that in the darkness of night we may not foul the -fore-foot of some fearful berg. Should we do so, backward -our barque would reel and stagger, to sink all too -soon in the deepest, blackest sea, that rolls anywhere -around this terrestrial ball. -</p> - -<p> -To our starboard, though we cannot see it, lies the -terrible island of Tierra del Fuego, literally the Land -of Fire. Land of the canoe islanders, the most -implacable savages to be met with anywhere. Who is -going to take his life in his hand and spend a year in -exploring this wild country? Will you come with -me, boy-readers? Why, we should make a name to -ourselves, if not fortunes. We should come back, if -the savages didn't roast and eat us, with a book. We -should add much to the geography and the anthropology -of the world, and discover—coals. -</p> - -<p> -But our ship is clear away from the black stormy -sea at last, and clear of the ice. -</p> - -<p> -So we sail merrily on across a wide and trackless -ocean on a beam wind for weeks and weeks, till, -hurrah! we are past Bounty Island and reach bonnie -Dunedin itself. And here let me tell you, that if there -be a single drop of Scottish blood in your veins, you -are sure of a Highland welcome. -</p> - -<p> -The cruise described in this chapter is just as near -to the life as I can make it, and pretty much what -our bold crew of the <i>Osprey</i> found it. And the -paddle-frigate soon after this came across the new flag-ship -for the Australian station. Captain Leeward himself -boarded her, accompanied by a lieutenant, leaving the -other officers to wait impatiently for his return. -</p> - -<p> -"I wonder," said the Ugly Duckling to Dr. Grant, -"if we shall be ordered home." -</p> - -<p> -"Not the ghost of a chance of that, mother's brave -and beautiful boy," replied Grant; "but we'll have -letters, and lots of further despatches sending us off -wild-goose chasing all over the world." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, I like it," said Creggan. -</p> - -<p> -"So do I," said Sidney Wickens. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan was twenty-one now, and a handsome -sailor he looked in his jacket of blue, with his budding -moustache of darkest down, his bright face, and happy -smile that nothing could banish. -</p> - -<p> -When Captain Leeward returned, they soon found -that Grant was right in his surmise. There was no -"Ordered home", but plenty of despatches for many -parts of the world. -</p> - -<p> -There were letters from home. It is needless to say -that these were hailed with delight. -</p> - -<p> -But there was something else as well, namely, an -order addressed to sub-lieutenants Creggan Ogg -M'Vayne and Sidney Wickens to repair forthwith -on board the flag-ship and pay their respects to the -admiral. -</p> - -<p> -"Something good, I'll be bound!" said Grant. "Ah, -you're lucky lads! The Lords Commissioners seldom -think of us poor slaving surgeons. Heigho!" -</p> - -<p> -The admiral received them on his quarter-deck with -great affability. Then he asked them in to his own -quarters and bade them be seated. -</p> - -<p> -"I have good news for you both," he said, "and, not -to go about the bush, you are both promoted to be -lieutenants. -</p> - -<p> -"And," he added, "you can go home in the <i>D——</i>, -which will sail from Port Phillip a month hence, and -take up your commissions." -</p> - -<p> -Both the young fellows smiled joyously and thanked -him. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, sir," said Creggan, "is it absolutely necessary -that I should go home? Could you not grant me -leave to remain in the dear old <i>Osprey</i>, mess in the -gun-room, and see all that is to be seen until the -paddler is ordered home?" -</p> - -<p> -The admiral laughed right heartily. -</p> - -<p> -"Well," he said, "it is the drollest application ever -I heard. What about you, Mr. Wickens?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh please, admiral, I'll go home." -</p> - -<p> -"Then I grant you leave to stay, Mr. M'Vayne. But -I have still better news to give you. -</p> - -<p> -"Commander Flint," he added with that pleasant -smile of his, "under whom you served, and whose life -you saved in a particularly gallant way, has been -moving heaven and earth, and Whitehall as well, to -obtain for you the Victoria Cross for conspicuous -bravery in presence of the foe. And I think I can -assure you he will be successful, so you may look -forward, Mr. M'Vayne, to having that grand decoration -conferred on you by the hands of our dear Queen -herself." -</p> - -<p> -Creggan felt himself growing red and white by -turns. He could only blurt out a few words which I -dare say were very stupid. But the admiral laid a -kindly hand on his shoulder. -</p> - -<p> -"Go on board your own ship now, Lieutenant -M'Vayne, and say no more. But you must both come -and dine with me to-night. Till then, adieu." -</p> - -<p> -Every man-Jack felt sad when Sidney Wickens -sailed for home. He had endeared himself to all. -And his mess-mates never saw him more. He was -buried, I think, at sea, in the bosom of the blue -Levant. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap26"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXVI. -<br /><br /> -ADVENTURE IN A PAPUAN LAKE-VILLAGE. -</h3> - -<p> -And now, if you will take one further wee glance -at that prettily-coloured map of yours, you shall -find Australia easily enough. But look at its northern -shores, and you will be able to see a great gap there -called the Gulf of Carpentaria, and on its eastern -shore and point is Cape York, separated from the -large island called New Guinea by the Straits of -Torres. There! I am teaching you geography in a -more pleasant way than you have it dished up at -school. -</p> - -<p> -Well, this vast island has never been really or -thoroughly explored, for two reasons principally, -because the inhabitants—a mixture of Papuans and -aboriginal Australians—are never quite civil to white -men, and because the climate is moist among the -forests or tropical verdure that lies low along the -shores, and fever, therefore, always ready to make -a victim of the adventurer. But inland, if one gets -safely through the regions of damp and forest fogs, -will be found many a beautiful hill and dell, quite a -mountain-land, exceeding in romantic grandeur some -parts of Scotland itself. -</p> - -<p> -It was in 1889 that brave Sir W. M'Gregor explored -the island—to some considerable extent. New Guinea, -he found, is almost everywhere clothed with rich and -highly diversified flora. His party, after passing -successively through the dominions of tropical plants, -such as the cocoa-nut, sago, banana, mango, taro, and -sugar-cane, and of such temperate or sub-tropical -growth as the cedar, oak, fig, acacia, pine, and -tree-fern, were gladdened in the higher slopes by the sight -of the wild strawberry, forget-me-not, daisy, buttercup, -and other familiar British plants; while towards -the summit these were succeeded by a true Alpine -flora, in which Himalayan, Bohean, New Zealand, and -sub-Antarctic forms were all numerously represented. -</p> - -<p> -And this was the strange wild island to which the -<i>Osprey</i> was now to steer. On what business bent -I never could say for certain. But I rather think it -was to spy out the land; our own half that is, for we -kindly and considerately permit the Germans and -Dutch to do what they like with the other half. -Neither make good colonists; the Dutch are too slow, -the Germans too frightened at natives. -</p> - -<p> -These savages are either quite peaceable and -industrious, or wild and fierce, with a strong liking for -"man-meat" or "long-pig". These terrible wretches -like pork, but will lick the backs of their black hands, -and declare to you, that there is nothing in the world -to beat roast missionary, as a <i>piece de resistance</i>, or -cold side-dish. The fiercest tribes live among the -mountains. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -The <i>Osprey</i>, with fine weather nearly all the way, -reached Cape York, lying in for a few days at the -port of Albany. -</p> - -<p> -Then she stood right away north to Port Moresby, -where is a British government-station—not of great -consequence, it must be admitted. Here the anchor -was let go, and boats came off from shore. Our people -shook brown, sun-tanned hands with their countrymen, -and a hearty welcome was accorded to all. -</p> - -<p> -The blue-jackets were permitted to land in relays, -on pain, however, of punishment if they interfered in -any way with the Papuan natives. For really Jack's -ways with niggers—as he calls all black or even -brown people—are sometimes rather free and easy, to -say the least of it. -</p> - -<p> -Now, Captain Leeward was fully alive to the quiet -pluck and bravery that Creggan and his friend the -Ugly Duckling had ever exhibited in the presence of -danger, and would have trusted them to go anywhere -and do anything. And they were always so willing -and cheerful, that it was a pleasure to the captain to -let them go exploring whenever so minded. He knew -they would not be foolishly rash. -</p> - -<p> -Well, when Creggan and his friend landed, they -determined to have a good look around, and even to -make a dive into the splendid tropical forest behind -the settlement. -</p> - -<p> -They took Goodwin the mate with them for a bodyguard, -with one sailor, bold Jack Hing—poor fellow, -he was afterwards drowned on the China station. -For a handful of coppers they obtained the guidance -of a "boy". This "boy", however, was fully forty -years of age, judging from appearance. But he -seemed kindly disposed, showed a splendid set of -teeth when he smiled, and looked generally jolly. -</p> - -<p> -Both Hurricane Bob and Oscar went on this picnic, -and how they did scamper around and enjoy themselves, -to be sure! But I must add that they sadly -frightened the black ladies and children, as the Ugly -Duckling grandly called them. They ran shrieking -away as soon as Bob's voice sounded along the beach, -and hid themselves in the cool darkness of their -leaf-and-bamboo huts. -</p> - -<p> -This tribe seemed very industrious. They were -allowed but little rum. It is that which turns the -ordinary savage into a wild raving maniac, and causes -him to run "amok" with knife, or spear, or nulla, -slaying every man, woman, or child he meets till he -himself is slain. -</p> - -<p> -The people here made pretty baskets, and worked -in clay also, even young children assisting. Then -Creggan found near to the shore many cultivated -fields surrounded by wattling and hedges. In these -grew paddy, sweet potatoes, and the lordly yam. -</p> - -<p> -The men, too, went out fishing. There are two -species of boats here. One I might describe as a kind -of Papuan gondola of large dimensions. About fifteen -tons or over. These boats are low in the centre, but -sweep upwards at the stern and bows, rather prettily -too. Then there is the ordinary dug-out, which is -simply a tree-trunk formed into boat-shape by axe -and adze, the inside finished off with fire to harden -it, after which thwarts are nailed, or rather pegged -across. But your dug-out would turn turtle if not -fitted on each side with long out-riggers. This -dug-out is common also in most parts of savage Africa. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan's guide on this occasion was a very good -specimen of his tribe. When you see one grown man -you know what the rest are like. The guide, then, was -as black as—as—I was going to say soot, but that is -really a black that has a rusty tinge in it. As black, -then, as the inside of an empty tar-barrel with the -bung in. -</p> - -<p> -Well, Ephraim—as Creggan called him, though why -I am sure I could not tell you—had, to begin with, -such a mop of frizzly hair, that had you turned him -upside down it might have been used to sweep the -decks with. This hair was black, but intermixed with -silvery threads. Both brows and nose were rather -prominent. His nostrils were wide, and moved about -with every word he said. He was most spirited too, -emphasizing every voluble sentence with strange -gestures and shrugging of shoulders. -</p> - -<p> -Most of the men seen had their hair and beards -stained with reddish clay, but not so Ephraim. He -was proud of his gray hairs. His mouth was quite the -same as the real African nigger; wide enough to have -engulfed an ordinary-sized turnip, and the lips were -very bulgy and thick. Armlets, bangles, and ear-rings -of brass are common to both sexes. -</p> - -<p> -Little children went about entirely naked. Ephraim's -whole suit of wearing apparel could not have cost much -anywhere. He had a bit of manilla rope round the -waist, to which his sheathed knife was fixed, and to -which also was attached what looked like a dirty -towel. This was tied to the rope in front, passed -between the limbs, and was tied to the rope again at -the back. But there was nothing repulsive about this -man. He looked bold, erect, and honest; nor would -his glance have quailed before the Queen. -</p> - -<p> -His wife, for he had one, was positively prepossessing; -and I am really glad to testify to this, for the -pictures of Papuans placed before our school-boys are -terrible caricatures. -</p> - -<p> -Ephraim's wife was certainly undressed from the -waist upwards, with the exception of bangles and a -necklace of teeth, and pretty shells, pink and -snow-white. From the waist to the knees she wore a skirt -of grass cloth, surmounted by a shorter one of fringed -cocoa-nut fibre. She smiled affably and innocently -when Creggan spoke to her, showing teeth as white as -those of a six-months-old Newfoundland dog, and she -glanced upwards at the handsome lieutenant with eyes -that were certainly beautiful. -</p> - -<p> -There was something truly good in Treekee's heart, -I'm sure, for seeing the dogs pant, she brought a -calabash of water, and lying down beside them in the -shade of a tree-fern, made them drink from the half -of a cocoanut-shell. -</p> - -<p> -Honest Bob licked Treekee's black face to show his -gratitude. -</p> - -<p> -That day our heroes had a long tour through the -forest with Ephraim and his wife. They had come -armed, but did not find much to shoot, so they -contented themselves by making a collection of splendid -butterflies and beautifully-coloured beetles. -</p> - -<p> -Ephraim got them back by three o'clock. He then -proposed that they should be rowed over in dug-outs -to visit a lake-village. Their own boat was hauled up -safely under the banana-trees. So away they went. -</p> - -<p> -It was certainly the strangest little town that Creggan -had ever visited. It consisted of about sixty huts -in all, each of which was elevated above the water on -strong poles or scaffolding, fully nine feet above the -surface. -</p> - -<p> -The walls of these huts were of bamboo, that is, the -framework. Over this slabs of pith were placed. The -roofs were of grass and plantain leaves, and each was -supplied with a shutter, generally open all day to -admit light and air, and get rid of smoke. Into one -of the largest of these huts our heroes crawled by a -withy ladder, while Ephraim returned, promising to -be back an hour before sunset. -</p> - -<p> -Well, Creggan was quite astonished at the amount -of room inside this lake-dwelling, although the walls -from platform to eaves were only about five feet high. -</p> - -<p> -The floor was of pith over bamboo, and spread with -a charmingly-worked grass carpet. A fire could be -lit, when needed for cooking purposes, on a red-clay -hearth at one end. But at present it was out, so the -room was delightfully cool. -</p> - -<p> -Their welcome was a hearty one, and as Creggan -had brought beads and ribbons and tobacco as gifts, -the owner—a fine-looking specimen,—his young wife, -and two toddling children were all delighted. -</p> - -<p> -But Creggan, or rather Goodwin, had brought also -a bountiful repast. There was quite enough for all. -</p> - -<p> -The chief—if chief he was—nodded significantly to -his wife, muttering something that our young fellows -could not understand. She immediately arose and put -both children to bed in a corner. They didn't require -any undressing, for the dear wee black totties, as Ugly -Duckling called them, wore nothing save a string of -kangaroo teeth. -</p> - -<p> -Then the good lady brought knives and spears, and -other implements of savage warfare, and laid them down -on the mat on which Creggan and his friends were -squatting. -</p> - -<p> -This was an act of good faith, and said plainly -enough: -</p> - -<p> -"Lo! you are safe in my hut. Behold I place all -my weapons at your feet." -</p> - -<p> -But this chief could talk fairly good English, and he -spun some terrible yarns, about the fierce men who -dwelt among the wild mountains. He entreated them -not to venture there, else they would return "plenty -dead, and much bloody". -</p> - -<p> -This was not encouraging, so Creggan thought over -a plan he had formed for visiting the hills, and finally -gave it up, for a time at all events. -</p> - -<p> -"Plenty bad mountain men. Plenty white men dey -makee fat, den roast and gobble up. Brains smashee -out wi' one club. Oh, mountain men plenty mooch big -fellows!" -</p> - -<p> -"But for all that," said Creggan to his friend, "I -should like to go some day." -</p> - -<p> -"Yes," replied the Duckling; "but I wouldn't like -to be fed up and killed and cooked—eh, would you?" -</p> - -<p> -"Roast duckling and green peas," said Creggan -maliciously. "Come, sing these folks a song, old chap, -and you sha'n't be cooked. There!" -</p> - -<p> -The Duckling did as told, and the chief and his -wife seemed charmed. Even the children sat up on -one end in the corner, and rolled their white eyes in -ecstasy. -</p> - -<p> -So the time passed away very cheerfully indeed. -But lo! just before the hour for the dug-outs to arrive -a squall came on, the water or spray dashed high over -the roof of the hut, and when Creggan peeped out it -was all a-smother as far as he could see. -</p> - -<p> -They hoped against hope that the weather would -moderate, but squall succeeded squall, and soon darkness -fell over land and water. It was evident, therefore, -that our heroes were prisoners for one night. -</p> - -<p> -Well, your true sailor always tries to make the best -of every adventure. They had plenty to eat of their -own, and lighting the fire the kindly Papuan lady -cooked and placed fish before them on palm-leaf -plates. -</p> - -<p> -Then they had delicious fruit—bananas such as you -never see in our land, guavas that tasted like strawberries -smothered in cream, glorious rosy mangoes, and -cocoanut-milk to drink. -</p> - -<p> -They were happy. -</p> - -<p> -More songs were sung, more stories told, and then, -with the utmost confidence, our sailor-lads laid -themselves back on their mats, using their jackets for -pillows, and were soon sound and fast asleep. -</p> - -<p> -Daylight was shimmering in through the crevices of -door and shutter when Creggan awoke. The room -was hot, so, seeing him wipe the perspiration from his -brow, the chief, after nodding a kindly good-morning, -opened the gable door. -</p> - -<p> -The water was deeply blue, not a cloud was to be -seen in the cerulean sky, and the wind was hushed. -Beyond was the beautiful cloudland of forest trees and -waving palms, and away on the horizon the everlasting -hills. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap27"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXVII. -<br /><br /> -A TERRIBLE TRAGEDY. -</h3> - -<p> -The others were still asleep. -</p> - -<p> -"No wake," said the chief. "No wake, poor -boys. Plenty soon I catchee breakfast. Den my vife -she cook. Ah! man-meat no good. Arrack no good. -God heself he send de cocoa-nut and de fish. Missional -man he tell me foh true." -</p> - -<p> -Then down squatted this strange black man in his -doorway, with his legs dangling over, outside. He -had a short rod and line, and really the fish required -but little coaxing, for he soon hauled up seven or eight -big beauties. -</p> - -<p> -These were sprinkled with salt and various kinds of -pepper, placed on hot stones over the fire, and covered -with fragrant wet leaves. They were soon done to a -turn. So were yams and sweet potatoes. Then Creggan -asked a blessing, and all declared that they had never -eaten a more delightful breakfast in their lives. -</p> - -<p> -By and by a strange kind of chant was heard coming -nearer and nearer to the village, and presently the -plash of paddles. -</p> - -<p> -Lo! the dug-outs had arrived. So, bidding their -kind host and hostess adieu, after filling the children's -hands with sweets, they lowered themselves into the -canoes and were quickly paddled on shore. -</p> - -<p> -They reached their own ship that forenoon in safety, -much delighted with all they had seen and heard, and -now, business being transacted, steam was got up, and -the <i>Osprey</i> went heading away for far northern China -seas. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -The letters from home which last mail had brought -Creggan were very delightful reading, especially those -from Daddy the hermit, from his mother, and little -Matty Nugent. Nugent's own letter brought him sad -enough news, however, to the effect that poor M'Ian -the minister had been borne to his long home by his -loving parishioners, and that all that country-side of -Skye was plunged in grief. -</p> - -<p> -Mrs. M'Ian and her children, Rory and Maggie, had -gone to reside in Perth for the better education of the -latter. Maggie, or Sister Maggie, wrote a sad little -letter to Creggan—it was really blurred with tears, -and grief was en evidence throughout every page of -it. -</p> - -<p> -The voyage to Chinese and Japanese waters was -a very long but somewhat uneventful one. It took -them westward through Torres Straits first, then -across the bright and beautiful Sea of Arafura, all -dotted with little green-fringed islands hung like -emeralds on the horizon. Next, across the Sea of -Banda, and so away and away past Molucca and -Gilolo, till they skirted the Philippine Isles, Formosa, -and Loo-choo, then they were indeed in Chinese -waters. -</p> - -<p> -But no storm or tempest had marred the pleasure -of this almost idyllic voyage, and they reached -Shanghai in safety. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Here they met several man-of-war ships, more than -they expected to, and everybody had a real good time -of it. Some of these ships of war were sent from -the East India station hurriedly, their object being to -protect British interests in these waters, and north -beyond Corea, in the Sea of Japan. -</p> - -<p> -Well, Japan seems, to look at it on a map, only -a little, little island compared to that vast tract of -land called China, that teems with its hundreds of -millions. True, but Japan is civilized. Japan has a -splendid army of fire-eating soldiers, and a navy fit -to go anywhere and do anything, while China is still -wrapped in the mists of heathendom, and ruled by -a government as blind as it is ignorant. Foreigners -are hated by the Chinese. Hated and hooted wherever -they go. The country is two thousand years behind -the age, and not even while I write is it yet opened -up to commerce. -</p> - -<p> -Well, Captain Leeward learned now for the first -time that war-clouds were banking up in the eastern -horizon, that the war-wind would blow from the east, -and that soon the storm would burst in all its fury -over Corea and the self-conceited Chinese. -</p> - -<p> -No one knew the day or the hour when the first -angry shot should go shrieking through the air. -</p> - -<p> -It was a season of breathless suspense, like that -which thrills the mariner's heart with its very silence, -before the down-come of an awful hurricane at sea; -when the stillness is a stillness that can be felt, when -the very birds are silent and float listlessly on the -smooth oily billows, or perch on the fins of some -basking shark. -</p> - -<p> -But a vessel was now sent round to Bombay, -and here despatches awaited her which she was to -carry back with her to the British fleet in Chinese -waters. -</p> - -<p> -We were, it must be remembered, quite neutral -in this great and bloody war, but I think that the -heart of every true-born Scot or Englishman went -out towards the brave Japanese, and followed them -with intense interest throughout all their glorious -career. -</p> - -<p> -I have no desire at this part of my story to be dry -and technical. I am never so. I am built, I trust, on -the keel of common sense, but I would rather laugh -and be merry any day than talk politics, and would -rather spin a good sailor's yarn than preach. -</p> - -<p> -But still it will do the reader no harm to know -somewhat of the provocation, that the brave Japanese -received, before they let slip the dogs of war. I shall -let the historian speak, however. The bone of contention -really was the great Peninsula of Corea. -</p> - -<p> -"The first complication in Corea," says the historian, -"which threatened the peace of the three countries of -the far east, happened in July, 1882. Kim-Ok-Kim -and other Coreans had been over to Japan. Surprised -and pleased at the wonders they had seen, they came -back partisans of progress and enthusiastic supporters -of Japanese influence. Their ideas were not favourably -received by the ex-regent, or Tai-Wen-Kun, who was -a hater of everything foreign, and he began to intrigue -with the Min, a peaceful faction in Corea. -</p> - -<p> -"It was then decided to drive the Japanese out of -the country by violence. The soldiers were infuriated -by having their rations diminished, and then malicious -reports about the Japanese were spread about the -capital. A furious mob began to hunt to death all -the defenceless Japanese that could be found. -</p> - -<p> -"A Japanese officer, who had been drilling the Corean -troops, and seven others, were murdered in one day, -the Legation was attacked and burned, and the minister -with twenty-eight Japanese had to fight their way -through the streets of Seoul (the capital), and through -the country to the sea, where they embarked in a junk, -and were picked up by the British gun-boat <i>Flying -Fish</i>, which took them to Nagasaki. -</p> - -<p> -"The Japanese government at once took measures -to obtain redress for the outrage; troops were got -ready for any emergency, and the minister was sent -back to Seoul with a military force. The Chinese also -sent troops to Corea. The Corean government had -then to apologize to Japan, pay a large indemnity, and -give pensions to the widows and relations of the slain. -</p> - -<p> -"Moreover, Japanese soldiers were now stationed -permanently at Seoul to protect the Legation." -</p> - -<p> -China did not quite like this, and she sent a still -larger detachment of her hen-hearted soldiers; a -soldiery that cannot fight half so well as Newhaven -fishwives, an opium-eating, deteriorated race, which but -to look at makes one think that the end of the world -cannot be far away, or that if these creatures called -the Chinese are really descended from the ape—with -apologies to the monkey tribe,—they are speedily -"throwing back", as breeders say, to their ancestry. -</p> - -<p> -Well, for two years longer things went smoothly -enough in Corea, though the Min or old fogey party -had all the best places. -</p> - -<p> -In December, 1884, a great party was given to -celebrate the opening of the post-office at Seoul. This -was more than the Chinese could stand, an attack was -made, the party was broken up, and there was a -massacre of ministers. The old-fashioned Coreans, -dominated by the Chinese, wouldn't have progress at any -price. There were now the same murderous riots and -scenes in Corea, though on a larger scale, that had taken -place two years before, and not only were the Japs -attacked by a Corean mob, but by Chinese soldiers -also. -</p> - -<p> -A convention was afterwards signed between China -and Japan, and it was thought that peace would be -permanent, but lo! in 1894, Kim-Ok-Kim, the leader in -the awful massacres of 1884, was murdered. The facts -are these. After the defeat of his party he had fled to -Japan, but now he was prevailed upon to visit Shanghai -by a Corean, whose front name was Hung. Perhaps -he would have been better hung. But he received -great provocation from his highness Kim, for the latter -gave him a bogus cheque, for money owing, to the -tune of five thousand dollars. Hung returned furious -and made his way to Kim's bedroom, where he found the -man who had fooled him lying down. He shot him -twice, and on Kim springing up and rushing into the -corridor, his assassin followed and completed the job. -He then fled. -</p> - -<p> -Both these men were Coreans, but till now, at all -events, Corea was considered but a portion of China, -subject to its rule and sway in every way. -</p> - -<p> -Things went on from bad to worse. Two men nagging -at each other usually come to blows, and it is the same -with nations. -</p> - -<p> -Japan proposed reforms in Corea, China refused to -honour these. Corea was shilly-shallying. Corea -was like the fat party who sits between two stools, -and ultimately falls with legs in the air. Japan was -discontented. The memory of the murders rankled in -her mind, and she cared not how soon she drew the -sword and went straight for stale old China—China -the multitudinous, China the effete. -</p> - -<p> -Then came an attack on the king's palace at Seoul. -</p> - -<p> -While hostilities had really broken out war was not -yet officially declared. But that lurid cloud hovering -over Corea and the seas around, was soon to burst now, -and terrible would be the results. -</p> - -<p> -Next comes a brisk little naval action. Chinese -men-of-war had been despatched to Corea, and three -of the fastest Jap cruisers had at the same time left -Sasebo. I don't want the reader to worry over the -names of these, for though to my ear they are musical -enough they are difficult to remember. -</p> - -<p> -It was not very long before the Japanese cruisers -met the two battle-ships of China, near to the island -of Phung. (N.B.—So far as the Chinamen were concerned, -Phunk would have been a better name for it.) -</p> - -<p> -Now, although the Chinese knew of the doings in -Corea and the attack on the king's palace at Seoul, -the Japanese had been at sea for several days and -didn't. They were, therefore, much surprised to note -that the China captains did not return their salute, and -that they had really cleared for action. -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, if that's their game," said the commander-in-chief -of the three cruisers, "it is one that we can bear -a hand in!" -</p> - -<p> -Now, I don't go in for cock-fighting—dog-fighting -is worse, and bull-fighting is terribly cruel; but I -must confess that the story of a neat little fight at -sea makes my eyes sparkle, and I rub my hands with -delight. -</p> - -<p> -I sha'n't say much about this battle, however, but -the Japs tried to get the Chinamen more into open -water. They meant business. The former didn't like -it. I suppose they thought the nearer to the land they -were the better. Feather-bed sailors, you see. So they -opened fire in a nasty, shabby kind of way. -</p> - -<p> -Then at them went the Japs, hammer and tongs. -Oh, it was just too awfully lovely for anything, as the -Yankees express it. How the guns roared! How -viciously the fire spat out through the clouds of white -smoke! How I wish I could have seen it! -</p> - -<p> -Well, boys, in a very short time the <i>Kuang-yi</i> (China) -was <i>hors de combat</i>, and had to run ashore, and the -other battle-ship put up helm and fled to Wei-hai-Wei, -so riddled with shot that she looked like a pepper-box, -while down from her scupper-holes trickled the blood -of her wounded and slain. -</p> - -<p> -But the Chinese—who are nothing if not distorters -of the truth—spread the report, or rather tried to, that -on the whole they had the best of it -</p> - -<p> -It makes one laugh to read the Chinese report of -the battle, especially that yarn about killing the Jap -admiral. He was on the bridge, says John, when he -was shot, and he leapt so high in the air that he turned -three somersaults before descending, dead. Well, I -have seen many a Chinaman turn somersaults, but -Japanese are not so cowardly active and tricky. -</p> - -<p> -But this brisk little action did not terminate here, -for it ended in a fearful tragedy, thus. While the Jap -cruisers were chasing the Chinamen, two other ships -hove in sight. One was a Chinese gun-boat, acting as -tender to the British S.S. <i>Kowshing</i>. This steamer -had been chartered by the Chinese to carry troops to -Corea, and had on board about twelve hundred Chinese -officers and men, with guns, ammunition, &c. The -gun-boat was at once captured, and the <i>Kowshing</i> -overhauled. -</p> - -<p> -The European officers declared their willingness to -return, but the Chinese soldiers rushed to arms. -Fools! -</p> - -<p> -The commander of the Jap cruiser, <i>Naniwa</i>, ordered -the Europeans to leave. They were not allowed to -by the Chinese. Then after a reasonable time the -Jap cruiser ranged alongside. -</p> - -<p> -Oh, it was horrible! This great ship-load of -helpless men was to be sacrificed to the goddess of war. -</p> - -<p> -Hear the roar of the great guns and the swish of -the awful torpedo! -</p> - -<p> -An awful explosion follows on board the <i>Kowshing</i>, -and the vessel is enveloped in black smoke and -coal dust. The European officers spring overboard to -swim for their lives, amidst a rain of Chinese bullets. -Again and again the guns of the <i>Naniwa</i> roll their -thunders over the sea, and in twenty minutes' time the -<i>Kowshing</i> sinks. -</p> - -<p> -No less than a thousand went down in that doomed -ship. Nor can we altogether blame the Japs, but I do -blame that British greed of gain that leads us to carry -the troops of foreign nations, and defiantly run -blockades. No one can pity such merchantmen when they -come to grief. -</p> - -<p> -The sinking of this ship probably went far to decide -the future fate of China in Corea, for had these twelve -hundred picked men, under the command of a skilful -German general, landed in Corea, it would have gone -hard with the Japs at Asar. -</p> - -<p> -War was at length formally declared, and soon it -raged fast and furious. But in almost every engagement -the Chinese, though double, sometimes even triple -in numbers, had to give way before the brave and -well-drilled Japs. -</p> - -<p> -I have now to relate an adventure of a somewhat -extraordinary kind, and very sad in its way, which is -more intimately connected with our story than any -narrative of the China-Japanese war could be. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap28"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXVIII. -<br /><br /> -"THE BATTLE RAGES LOUD AND LONG." -</h3> - -<p> -I do not really know how far the old-fashioned, out -of-date paddler <i>Osprey</i> could have gone in for -protecting British interests. In an engagement, even with -a cowardly Chinaman, she would very soon have been -paddle-less, and a good shell would have blown her -two decks into one. -</p> - -<p> -I grant all this, but the bonnie white flag with its -red jack in the corner, that floats astern even on an -unarmed man-o'-war officer's boat, is one to be -respected, and one that has made many a tyrant tremble -and pause thoughtfully, with, figuratively speaking, -his hand at his pistol-pocket. -</p> - -<p> -That flag is respected wherever it waves, in battle -or in breeze. For behind it, though unseen, lies all -the might and power of Britain. Moral suasion is -often of more use than Gatling guns, and so here is -the <i>Osprey</i>, while around her, many times and oft, -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "The battle rages loud and long,<br /> - And the stormy winds do blow".<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -One morning early, while lying off a Chinese river, -it was necessary to send letters to some British -families—traders who, with their wives and children, desired -to be taken to a place of safety, the Chinese having -threatened their lives. -</p> - -<p> -The messages sent were to assure them of protection. -They were told to hold themselves in readiness, -and that as soon as the weather moderated they would -be taken off. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan was sent with this boat—the pinnace,—the -Ugly Duckling also, and Goodwin went as interpreter. -A good show of marines was also to the fore, and -these were to be left with our poor countrymen by -the river's brink. -</p> - -<p> -Though the breakers ran mountains high on the -bar, there was a gap, and after a long pull and a -strong pull Creggan and his merry men got inside. -They then hugged the bank, and were at their -destination by seven bells in the forenoon watch. -</p> - -<p> -They had come in time, for the Foo-kies, as our -blue-jackets used to call the Chinamen, were in swarms, -and threatening to fire the houses of the "foreign -devils". -</p> - -<p> -I may state here that they afterwards did so, and -that our countrymen had to fight for their lives in a -laager, till rescued some days afterwards. -</p> - -<p> -Having dispersed the cowardly mob at the bayonet -point, and received assurance from the head-man that -nothing should happen to the Europeans, Creggan -made all haste to join his ship. -</p> - -<p> -They rushed the boat down-stream therefore, and -were soon at the gap. Here great caution was necessary, -for a boiling sea was being driven in on a high -wind to fight with the quick-rolling river. -</p> - -<p> -Alas! they had not gone far, ere a heavy sea struck -the port bow and dashed the boat round, broad-side -on, to the waves. At the same time three men were -washed away and speedily sank. -</p> - -<p> -The breakers rushed over them now, and almost -filled the pinnace. To make matters worse, night had -all but fallen, despite the haste Creggan had made. -Through the mist of that turmoil of breaking water -they could just descry the lights of the <i>Osprey</i>, and -as Creggan had got the boat's head round again, hope -once more began to rise in his heart. -</p> - -<p> -Alas for hope in this case! She was speedily struck -by a huge wave, and this time turned keel uppermost. -</p> - -<p> -The officers and one man managed to cling to the -upset boat, but so terrible was the war 'twixt river -and sea on this dread bar, that the boat was sometimes -keel uppermost, and sometimes right side up -but swamped. -</p> - -<p> -How they struggled for life no one can ever understand -who has not been in the same fearful situation. -</p> - -<p> -The sailor suddenly let go hold, and with a wild -shriek threw up his arms and disappeared. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan gave all up for lost. All his young life -and loves arose before his mind's eye now, and he -prayed, as perhaps he had never prayed before, that -God in his mercy might spare them. He soon found -that he could hold on no longer, but at that moment -a light flashed across his eyes, and a cheery hail -resounded loud over the roar of the breakers. -</p> - -<p> -He knew no more until he opened his eyes and gazed -bewilderingly around. -</p> - -<p> -A surgeon—Japanese—was bending over him, bathing -tenderly a wound in his temple. -</p> - -<p> -"This is not the <i>Osprey</i>?" Creggan managed to -mutter. -</p> - -<p> -"No; your ship had dragged her anchor, and when -nearly on the rocks got up steam in time and saved -herself by putting out to sea." -</p> - -<p> -All this in perfect English. -</p> - -<p> -"Pray, rest quiet," he continued; "you will be safe -and sound to-morrow. This is our flag-ship, the -<i>Matsushima</i>." -</p> - -<p> -"One word, sir; are any saved but me?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, sir; one officer—young, not handsome—and -one brave brown man. He would not permit himself -to be saved until you and your friend were hauled on -board our boat." -</p> - -<p> -How glad was Creggan next morning to meet Goodwin -and the Duck. All were fresh, though the memory -of the terrible accident lay heavy at their hearts. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -The Japanese officers were more than civil, they -were the quintessence of hospitality. They would do all -they could for our <i>Osprey</i> heroes, but meanwhile they -were guarding a fleet of thirty transports, under the -command of Marshal Yamagata, who was proceeding -to Corea to land 10,000 men, 4500 coolies, and nearly -4000 horses. -</p> - -<p> -The Chinese fleet was somewhere else similarly -engaged, and the bold Japs were hoping to meet them. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah!" said the surgeon laughing, as he addressed -Creggan, "depend upon it, we shall give them battle -and blazes both. You shall see how our bold iron-clad -navy can fight." -</p> - -<p> -Both Creggan and his companions were delighted. -</p> - -<p> -"If an engagement does take place," said the former, -"I greatly fear that we will not be able to resist the -temptation to work a gun or two." -</p> - -<p> -"I was thinking," said the Jap doctor, "that as you -belong to a neutral nation, I should requisition your -services to assist me with the wounded down below." -</p> - -<p> -"Too tame, doctor, too tame; I'm a Scot, sir." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh!" cried the Jap doctor, "I have read your -splendid history, and of all your terrible struggles -against the Saxons of the south, five times your -number. I loved your Bruce, your Wallace, ay, and even -your bold Rob Roy." -</p> - -<p> -"If I may speak a word," said Goodwin, "I am -equally unwilling to do cockpit duty." -</p> - -<p> -"Well, well, well!" cried the bright, busy little -doctor. "I shall address our admiral, and you all shall -fight!" -</p> - -<p> -Not as long as he lives will Creggan forget that -memorable morning of September 17th, 1894. Both -he and his true-hearted friends were up betimes. Time -enough at all events to witness the rich and beautiful -sunrise. The fleet, in fine order, was off Hai-Yang, -in the estuary of the Yalu river, and were now under -steam for Tahi Island, when there came a hail from -aloft which, though couched in Japanese, even Creggan -could understand. -</p> - -<p> -"The Chinese fleet in sight!" -</p> - -<p> -This was at 11.30. -</p> - -<p> -How that shout made the pulses of every man and -officer in the flag-ship, and in every other ship, thrill -with joy— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "That stern joy which warriors feel<br /> - In foemen worthy of their steel!"<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -Bustle and excitement followed. Yet not to any -very great extent, for in war-time the Japs are like -the Britons, "Ready, aye ready". -</p> - -<p> -Now, as far as my knowledge of the battle goes, I -think that the fleets were well matched, although the -Chinese fleet numbered two ships more (twelve against -ten). The Japs had it somewhat in tonnage if not in -guns. -</p> - -<p> -But, boys mine, do not let anyone persuade you -that because the dashing days of old have passed -away, with its ship-to-ship fights and boarding -cutlass in hand, men of heart and pluck count for -nothing. -</p> - -<p> -Indeed, indeed they do. Give me an admiral as -courageous as a lion, smart and clever, and possessed -of an eye like a Scottish eagle, with bold captains -under him ready to obey every signal, and blue-jackets -of the British type on every ship, then I -should not care if, in action, the enemy's vessels -outnumbered ours. We should capture, sink, or burn -them, -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "For England, home, and beauty".<br /> -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -The Chinese were well supplied with torpedo boats, -and could handle them too, but in manoeuvring they did -not show half the skill exhibited by the now -cool-headed and calculating Japs. -</p> - -<p> -The battle was almost like a game of whist, owing -to the Japanese admiral's far-sightedness. There were -also gallant fellows enough to work the signals. -</p> - -<p> -The Jap fleet was divided into a flying and a main -squadron. Admiral Ito had one disadvantage to contend -against from the first, and I trust we British will -not forget the lesson. The ships in his two squadrons -were not of the same speed, so that the swift fliers -had to wait for the slow. -</p> - -<p> -It would be impossible, without diagrams, to give a -correct notion of the evolutions. However, I can refer -boys interested in this noble naval battle to books on -the China-Japanese war. -</p> - -<p> -It was one o'clock before the two fleets approached -on deadly warfare bent. The Chinese in a single line, -its strongest ships in the centre, which Ting the -Chinese admiral thought would have to bear the -brunt of Ito's awful onset. -</p> - -<p> -The flying squadron led the Japanese van, but soon -separated and skirted the enemy's right in fine form. -</p> - -<p> -The main squadron also deviated, the bold <i>Yoshino</i> -leading and bearing the brunt of a terrible fire from -the foe. But they outflanked the Chinese thus early, -and the Chinese weaker ships, which had been placed -at each end, were skilfully riddled, and the <i>Yang-Wei</i> -was soon in flames. -</p> - -<p> -Ito had meant to sweep right round the left flank -of the enemy, and the flying squadron had already -ported to do so. But seeing two new Chinamen and -six torpedo boats coming up to join, the flying -squadron attacked these and they fled. -</p> - -<p> -And now the main squadron swept past the Chinese -right, and soon had another of their ships on fire. -</p> - -<p> -It will be seen how pitiable it is to have ships in -action of unequal speed, when I tell you that the -Japanese <i>Hiyei</i> had to lag behind. She was 2200 -tons, but, exposed to the Chinese line, would soon have -been sunk, had not her brave commander instead of -passing along this fearful line of fire boldly dashed -through the enemy's centre. Fortune favours the -brave, and this vessel escaped even the torpedoes; but -alas! when she rejoined her squadron she was in flames. -She signalled to that effect, and a brave little ship, -but slow, steamed to her assistance. Oh, the pluck of -this bold wee <i>Akaji</i>! Mind, she was little over five -hundred tons.[<a id="chap28fn1text"></a><a href="#chap28fn1">1</a>] She was chased by a Chinaman double -her size, her commander was killed, her steam-pipe -destroyed, still she fought like a fiend, and when her -main-mast was carried away she hoisted her flag upon -the stump. But at last this brave wee Jap set her foe -on fire, and the duel ended. The <i>Akaji</i> and <i>Hiyei</i>, -however, were still in great danger, and other -Chinamen took up the pursuit. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="footnote"> -<a id="chap28fn1"></a> -[<a href="#chap28fn1text">1</a>] The <i>Akaji</i> has not been reckoned in line of battle, -nor the <i>Saikio Maru</i>. -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p> -Admiral Ito ordered the flying squadron to their -assistance, and some terribly hot work ensued at 2.30 -P.M. For the Jap called the <i>Saikio Maru</i>, was catching -it very hot between two fires, while a torpedo -boat crossing her bows launched at her two torpedoes, -both missing their mark. Down crashed the flying -squadron and turned the odds, so the three weaklings -of the Jap fleet escaped and got out of battle and -reach. -</p> - -<p> -Then the two squadrons swept round the Chinamen -in opposite directions. The two Japanese fleets have -now closed upon the foe on both sides, and -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "The battle rages loud and long".<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -It was then that the two flag-ships <i>Matsushima</i> and -the Chinese <i>Ting-Yuen</i> faced each other, and fought -the most fearful naval duel of modern times. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap29"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXIX. -<br /><br /> -LIKE A BATTLE OF OLDEN TIMES. -</h3> - -<p> -The fight between those two splendid battle-ships -<i>Ting-Yuen</i> of 7430 tons and the <i>Matsushima</i> of -4300 tons, was a combat that puts us in mind of some -of the battles of olden days, when chiefs met -single-handed, and before their assembled armies decided the -fate of the day. -</p> - -<p> -It will be observed that the Chinese ship was fully -three thousand tons heavier than the Japanese, and -she carried more heavy guns too. -</p> - -<p> -But the admiral of the latter had skill and daring -and his vessel had far greater speed, for, while the -Chinaman could only steam fourteen knots, the Jap -could do over seventeen. She had also more quick-firing -guns, and no living thing can stand a moment -before these terrible weapons of modern naval warfare. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan was stationed in one barbette—the port—and -his friend in another, while Goodwin worked a -gun not far from our hero. -</p> - -<p> -I have never had a chance of interviewing my friend -the Ugly Duckling as to his feelings during their -terrible ship-to-ship engagement, but it is not long -since I talked with Creggan himself. He describes -the battle as a fearful tempest of fire and blood. -</p> - -<p> -"What were your feelings, Creggan?" I asked. -</p> - -<p> -"You mean," he answered, "when we ranged up to -fight the Chinese flag-ship?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes," I said. -</p> - -<p> -"Well," he replied, "I cannot very well tell you. For -to begin with, the <i>Matsushima</i> had already received -her baptism of blood, and I had shuddered to see men -mangled out of all shape of humanity by bursting -shells, and others borne below, leaving here a limb -and there a ghastly arm behind, the blood spurting -fountain-like over the faces and clothes of the bearers. -</p> - -<p> -"It might be my turn next, and that of the brave -men who crowded the barbette. -</p> - -<p> -"Was I afraid?" he continued. "I confess I was. -It was something more than fear that took possession -of my soul. I felt a cold terror creeping round my -heart, for I had no hopes of life. Such terror as this -it must be that a doomed man experiences when -walking towards the scaffold with trembling limbs and -cold perspiring knees. But I had prayer to support -me. I do not know if you will quite understand me, -when I say that I could see far beyond the awful din -and roar and smoke of battle, see an eye above bidding -me be of good cheer, whether death should come or -not. -</p> - -<p> -"Every bullet has it billet. Yes, but a bursting -projectile in modern warfare has not one billet, but a -hundred. The destruction some of these shells cause -cannot be grasped by anyone who has not seen it. -</p> - -<p> -"But here is a curious thing. No sooner did the -first great boom of one of our guns take place, and our -huge shell go roaring away on its mission of destruction, -than all fear and terror passed away. I was as -exalted now, although calm, as if I had taken a great -dose of morphia, such as Dr. Grant once gave me. -</p> - -<p> -"The first shot came from the foe—I mean the first -that told. We could see from where I stood the quick, -spiteful puff of white smoke and its awful tongue of -red fire, and almost at the same time nearly every man -around me had fallen to the deck with the fearful -concussion as the Chinese projectile struck us almost -amidships. -</p> - -<p> -"But now the battle raged fast and furious. Small -though we were in comparison with the Chinaman, we -circled around, and hardly did we fire a shot which did -not tell. -</p> - -<p> -"We soon had the intense satisfaction of seeing the -<i>Ting-Yuen</i> in flames. A few more of our shots and a -torpedo would have sunk her, had not her sister ship, -the <i>Chen-Yuen</i>, come to her and stood by her. -</p> - -<p> -"The Chinese flag-ship was now unable to work her -guns, but if," said Creggan, "my memory serves me -right, it was the last shell she fired which worked such -fearful havoc on board our poor ship. -</p> - -<p> -"This shell was not only terrible in itself, but, -bursting near to a large heap of ammunition, it exploded -it, tearing our decks almost to pieces, and killing or -wounding about eighty of our crew. -</p> - -<p> -"I myself escaped that time," he continued. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes," I said, "but you have an empty sleeve." -</p> - -<p> -"True, but it was a shell from another vessel that -tore away my forearm after this. -</p> - -<p> -"But poor honest Goodwin was rent in pieces. I -marked his brave looks but a minute or two before -this, next when I saw him he formed one in that awful -heap of carnage, when arms, limbs, heads, and bodies -were huddled together, with stanchions, broken pieces -of conning-tower, all torn up like pasteboard, and the -smoke of warfare rising slowly from the bleeding mass. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, well! so quick was the death, that honest -Goodwin couldn't have known what hit him. -</p> - -<p> -"Meanwhile the battle raged on, and it was just an -hour after this when I had my own disaster. I felt no -pain. There was a bright flash of light across my -eyes, that was all; and I was advancing to assist in -training my gun, when a comrade flung himself towards -me. I was for the moment unaware that I was -wounded, but fell fainting to the deck. -</p> - -<p> -"When I recovered my senses, I was lying in the -battery with a tourniquet around my arm. I was -shortly after removed below, and saw no more of the -fearful fight. But I was told that at half-past three -we sank the <i>King-Yuen</i>, and after this our fleet, -which in its two divisions, had circled right round the -Chinese, causing them great confusion, hemmed them in. -</p> - -<p> -"The flying squadron passed the <i>Chih-Yuen</i>, giving -her fits, turned, swept back again, and finally under -its terrible fire she heeled over and sank with all -hands. -</p> - -<p> -"I may say that the carnage in our tops was fearful. -Blood spurting from the dead and dying, and rushing -in a red stream adown the masts. -</p> - -<p> -"Owing to their wonderful strength and fourteen-inch -armour belts, the Chinese flag-ship and her -sister, though utterly wrecked and riddled as to -their upper works, continued to float and fight to -the end. -</p> - -<p> -"The Chinamen had certainly fought well, but -shortly before sunset thought they had had enough of -it and fled. Our flying squadron followed, peppering -them as they went, but just as gloaming was descending -on the now gray sea they were recalled, and thus -ended the ever-memorable naval battle of the Yalu -river." -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -This brilliant Japanese victory, reader, had a great -effect on the campaign on land. -</p> - -<p> -"Even without it," says the historian, "Japan's -military superiority was so overwhelming and China's -collapse so complete, that no single event could have -altered the fortunes of the war. But the crushing -defeat of the Chinese fleet, and the consequent -command of the sea held by the Japanese, facilitated -all their operations, and enabled them to land their -armies when and where they chose, and to conceive -bold plans of campaign, which would have been too -hazardous without such a naval supremacy." -</p> - -<p> -I must refer the reader who is interested in the -subsequent triumphs of Japanese soldiers to books on -history. And these are plentiful enough. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -One day about six weeks after the fearful fight in -which Creggan had lost his forearm, the British -paddle-frigate <i>Osprey</i> hove in sight, and both our -chief hero and the Duckling, who, by the way, had -come through the fiery ordeal all safe and unscathed, -were transferred once more to their floating home. -</p> - -<p> -They were both very sorry indeed to bid adieu to -the brave Japs. Every officer was a gentleman, and -had treated them with the greatest kindness. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap30"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXX. -<br /><br /> -COURT-MARTIALED. -</h3> - -<p> -It would be difficult indeed to say which of the -animals was most glad to welcome our heroes on -their return. -</p> - -<p> -Hurricane Bob, after a rough canine salute, must go -dashing round and round the deck, to the danger of -the limbs if not the lives of the honest sailors, -flashing his white teeth and his red flag of a tongue in a -vain effort to allay his feelings. -</p> - -<p> -Oscar was different, he had so much to say to his -master, who was once again soothing and petting him, -that he got great-hearted, and whined and scolded -and cried by turns. Just like a dog, you know. -</p> - -<p> -But Admiral Jacko confined his attentions almost -solely to his master, and his joy was one of fondness, -if not effusion. He crept into the Ugly Duckling's -arms, and it was said that he really shed tears. But -I do not quite believe that, for I am of opinion that -man is, after all, the only animal who weeps, or rather -woman is. Yes, I have often heard of crocodiles' tears, -and what is better still, I have more than once -examined the face of one of these saurian monsters -who dwell in the marshy interior of Africa, and I -have never seen the vestige of a tear about the ugly -beast's cheeks. -</p> - -<p> -Perhaps you may say I didn't go near enough. -</p> - -<p> -No, catch me doing anything of the sort, because the -crocodile would have played the game of "catch me -quick". But I have stood at a respectful distance, -and made my inspection through the telescope. -</p> - -<p> -Well, I have never seen a monkey weep. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Having done her duty in Chinese waters, and heard -that the Foo-kies had been well thrashed, as indeed -they deserved to be, the good ship <i>Osprey</i> sailed once -more for Bombay. -</p> - -<p> -Thence she was sent down to Zanzibar with -dispatches, and from that place to the Cape of Good -Hope again. -</p> - -<p> -On boarding the flag-ship in company with poor -one-armed Creggan, his junior lieutenant, Captain -Leeward was not sorry to find that at long, long last the -"Ordered home" had arrived. -</p> - -<p> -It was time; the commission had been a long one, and -the sanitary condition of the ship was not everything -that could be desired. This was principally owing to -the millions of gigantic cockroaches that swarmed -everywhere. -</p> - -<p> -There were very many other creepie-creepies on -board the <i>Osprey</i> as well as cockroaches. Of these -latter there were two species, one the little sort, about -three-quarters of an inch in length, the other, the true -<i>Blatta orientalis</i>, two inches and a half from stem to -stern, with feelers three inches long, of immense -breadth of beam, spiked legs, and an outspread of -wing when they flew of about three inches. -</p> - -<p> -Well, there were many kinds of spiders, scorpions, -earwigs, an occasional tarantula, whose bite may -produce delirium and death, and whole colonies of little -ants. But now and then a gigantic centiped would -appear, and these are dreaded even more than are -snakes. -</p> - -<p> -So on the whole, the <i>Osprey</i> at the tail end of the -commission offered a fine field for the study of natural -history. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Homeward-bound! What joy it spreads over every -heart on board a ship, from that of the boy who helps -the cook, feeds the pets, and gets kicked about by all -hands, to the captain himself, who, if he does not say -much, cannot hide the pleasure that beams in his face -and eyes. -</p> - -<p> -There is a commander in the Royal Navy (retired), -still alive while I write, who was present at the funeral -of Britain's greatest hero, Admiral Nelson. This -officer might well be called the father of the navy, for -he is now in his hundredth year. -</p> - -<p> -Well, had he come on board on Saturday night -while the <i>Osprey</i> was making her long homeward-bound -passage from the Cape to England, he would -certainly have considered himself back once more -in the dear days of old. -</p> - -<p> -There certainly was not the same amount of tossing -of cans, but the main-brace was spliced by the captain's -orders, and away forward down below, around the -galley and at the fo'c's'le head, many a song was -heard, many a yarn spun, and many a heart beat high -and warm with the thoughts of home and Merrie -England. -</p> - -<p> -It really appeared that the <i>Osprey</i> herself knew she -was homeward bound. -</p> - -<p> -She was the sauciest of the saucy, "for an old un", -as Jack phrased it. -</p> - -<p> -"The old jade!" someone would remark, as she curtseyed -to a wave, flinging the spray far over the bows; -"the old jade! I believe she is doing it on purpose. -Whoa, lass, whoa!" -</p> - -<p> -And some of the songs sung on that Saturday night -were perhaps homely enough, but every one of them -breathed of the brine and the billows. Two verses, for -example—they were trolled by Chips the carpenter, the -hoarse old bo's'n putting in a good bass, and some of -Mother Carey's chickens piping a tenor as they dashed -from blue wave to blue wave after itinerant -white-bait—I give below: -</p> - -<p><br /></p> - -<p class="t3"> - JACK AND HIS NANCY.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "Scarce the foul hurricane was cleared,<br /> - Scarce winds and waves had ceased to rattle,<br /> - Ere a bold enemy appeared,<br /> - And, dauntless, we prepared for battle.<br /> - And now while some lov'd friend or wife<br /> - Like lightning rush'd on ev'ry fancy,<br /> - To Providence I trusted life,<br /> - Put up a prayer—and thought of Nancy.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "At last—'twas in the month of May,<br /> - The crew, it being lovely weather,<br /> - At three A.M. discovered day<br /> - And England's chalky cliffs together;<br /> - At seven up Channel how we bore!<br /> - While hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy;<br /> - At twelve I gaily jumped on shore,<br /> - And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy."<br /> -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Well, that is all very well in song, but nowadays at -all events Jack doesn't get leave to jump on shore at -twelve if his ship comes in at seven. Nor for a day -or two, or even three. There is a clean bill of health -to be got first, and any amount of little matters and -morsels of red tape to be seen to. -</p> - -<p> -But Nancy may come on board, and Jack isn't a bit -shy at such times. Oh no, I never met a true sailor -who was. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -I have now to relate a very strange experience that -befell Creggan and his friend the Ugly Duckling. -</p> - -<p> -The ship had not long lain at anchor off the Hoe, -when, after a deal of signalling from the admiral's -office, Captain Leeward, with a strange smile on his -face, came up to the place where the two young officers -stood looking over the bulwarks at the crowd of -shore-boats, and passing many a quaint and humorous -remark. -</p> - -<p> -Seeing the captain, they turned and saluted at -once. -</p> - -<p> -"I regret to inform you, gentlemen," said Captain -Leeward, "that you are both prisoners. Don't be -afraid; it will be a mere formality, I am sure. -Meanwhile, I must do my duty. You are on parole, if you -give me your word you will make no attempt to leave -the ship." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, certainly, sir. But—may—may I ask you -what we shall be tried for?" -</p> - -<p> -The captain laughed now. -</p> - -<p> -"Why," he answered, "only for assisting the Japs -against an enemy with whom we are at peace. Keep -up your hearts, boys. I sha'n't put a sentry over you, -but just give up your sword, Lieutenant Creggan Ogg -M'Vayne, and you, young sir, your dirk, to the officer -of the watch." -</p> - -<p> -I have no desire at this end of my story to describe -the formalities—solemn enough in all conscience—of -the court of inquiry. -</p> - -<p> -That sword of Creggan's and the Ugly Duckling's -dirk lay side by side on the green-baize-covered table, -surrounded by officers in fullest uniform, and the two -prisoners stood between marines with fixed bayonets, -near one end of the table. -</p> - -<p> -Neither of the young officers denied anything, and -when asked what he had to say in his defence, Creggan -replied: -</p> - -<p> -"Nothing at all, except that I wear an empty sleeve -in commemoration of the grandest naval battle of -modern times. But I must add that I would do the -same again, for it isn't in British human nature to -stand by with finger in mouth while battle is raging -round." -</p> - -<p> -There was much grave conversation after the -prisoners had been withdrawn, and finally they were -ordered in. -</p> - -<p> -"I dare say," whispered the Duckling to Creggan a -minute before this, "it will be a shooting case. -Heigh-ho! what will become of poor Jacko, and I'm sure -my sister will break her heart!" -</p> - -<p> -But to their joy, when they returned looking pale -and anxious, the sword and dirk were handed back, -and they were told that they left the court without a -stain on their character. -</p> - -<p> -There were positively tears in the eyes of both -young fellows as the officers shook hands with them. -</p> - -<p> -The admiral of the port invited both to dinner that -evening. He was as anxious as anybody could be to -hear a personal narrative of the great sea-fight. -</p> - -<p> -I may mention here as well as elsewhere, that before -Creggan went back to his mother's house at Torquay -he received the Victoria Cross from the hands of Her -Majesty herself, and for such an honour as this I -believe the bold young fellow would have been content -to go through far more than he had done. -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap31"></a></p> - -<h3> -CHAPTER XXXI. -<br /><br /> -SAFELY HOME AT LAST. -</h3> - -<p> -Yes, after all their tales and adventures, our heroes -are once more safe on British ground. What -says Dibdin? -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "No more of winds and waves the sport,<br /> - Our vessel is arrived in port;<br /> - At anchor, see, she safely rides,<br /> - And gay red ropes adorn her sides.<br /> - The sails are furl'd, the sheets belay'd;<br /> - The flag that floats astern display'd,<br /> - Deserted are the useless shrouds,<br /> - The lasses row aboard by crowds.<br /> - Then come, my lads, let joy abound,<br /> - We're safely moor'd on English ground!"<br /> -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -It only remains for me to "muster by open list", as -we say in the Royal Navy. -</p> - -<p> -Let me say a word or two, then, about my <i>dramatis -personæ</i>, and so clue up. -</p> - -<p> -There are always a few surprises awaiting the sailor -when he returns home after a long cruise. Jack looks -forward to these with some anxiety, as the ship is -getting nearer and still more near to the chalky cliffs -of Old England. He thinks himself a very happy man -indeed if these surprises turn out to be pleasant ones; -which, alas! they are not always. Some dear one,—father, -mother, wife, sister, or sweetheart, who ought -to have come out in a shore-boat to meet him, is missing. -</p> - -<p> -But there are friends alongside to bear him the sad -tidings. -</p> - -<p> -She is dead! He is dead! -</p> - -<p> -And poor Jack had been so expectantly happy for -days and weeks before this! He had entirely forgotten -that there was any such thing as death in the world. -</p> - -<p> -Look at his sadly bewildered face now. -</p> - -<p> -"Courage, Jack, courage!" says some brave mess-mate -with a tear in his eye. Jack returns the pressure of -the hard yet friendly hand, but—goes down below to -weep. -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -As soon as the <i>Osprey</i> was paid off, and he had bade -farewell to his mess-mates, Creggan, accompanied by -his dearest friend the Ugly Duckling, took train for -Torquay. -</p> - -<p> -He did not even telegraph to say he was coming. -The two arm in arm, after paying off the hansom they -had chartered, sauntered up the terraced garden and -rang the great hall bell. -</p> - -<p> -Ah! but Matty herself had been watching. A lovely -girl she was now of sweet seventeen. -</p> - -<p> -The meeting of the lovers, for lovers I now may -call them, was heartfelt and cordial; but Creggan did -not venture to kiss her. -</p> - -<p> -Then she spied the empty sleeve, and, girl-like, burst -into tears. -</p> - -<p> -"Ah, never mind, dear!" said Creggan soothingly. -"See what it has brought me—honour and glory, and -the Victoria Cross." -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, Creggan, Creggan," cried Matty, "the poor -arm was worth a thousand Victoria Crosses!" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, it wasn't for that I got the Cross! But how -do you come to be here, Matty?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, I've been living here for months. Just keeping -your dear mother company." -</p> - -<p> -"And where is mother?" -</p> - -<p> -"She has gone into the town. She will be home soon. -You will have time to tell me quite a deal before she -comes." -</p> - -<p> -The Ugly Duckling, with Admiral Jacko in full -uniform, had been standing at some little distance, but -now Creggan beckoned him forward and introduced -him. -</p> - -<p> -"My dearest friend and shipmate, Matty." -</p> - -<p> -The Duckling bowed, ship-shape and sailor-fashion; -so did the Admiral. -</p> - -<p> -Matty was laughing now right merrily. -</p> - -<p> -"I'm sure," said his master, "Admiral Jacko would -make a speech if he could. I must make one in his -stead. Well, Miss Matty, I can't help saying what I -think, you're just about the sweetest, all-tautest little -craft I've seen since I left Venezuela, and if I were -not engaged to be married, why—I'd—I'd run my -friend aboard, cut him out, and marry you myself." -</p> - -<p> -Matty bent down over Oscar to caress him, but at -the same time to hide her blushes. -</p> - -<p> -"Well, I'm going to take Jacko inside," said the -Duckling. "I'm sure I shall find something for him -to eat, and something to drink." -</p> - -<p> -And away he marched, which was really very kind -and thoughtful of him. -</p> - -<p> -Then hand in hand down through the shrubbery -and rose lawns went Creggan and Matty. Ah!— -</p> - -<p class="poem"> - "There's nothing half so sweet in life<br /> - As love's young dream".<br /> -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> -Creggan felt almost too happy to speak. But he did -speak at last, and from all I know he told the old, old, -but ever new tale. -</p> - -<p> -"Now tell me, Matty," he said after this, "how your -father is. You have said my mother is well." -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, and dear old father too. But he is much in -London now." -</p> - -<p> -"And Willie?" -</p> - -<p> -"Oh, that is why Daddy is in London. Willie, you -know, stood for the borough of Blankham, and was -duly elected. Weren't we all so happy just? And -I've been to the strangers' gallery myself, and saw -Willie in his place. And really he looked by far the -nicest there. I only wonder that—" -</p> - -<p> -She paused. -</p> - -<p> -"That what, Matty?" -</p> - -<p> -"That when he rose to make a speech they coughed -him down." -</p> - -<p> -"Exceedingly rude!" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, but they did; and Willie got so red in the -face, and I thought he was going to cry. But he just -took up his hat and was going to leave, when a -kind-faced gentleman with long white hair put a hand on -his shoulder. I don't know what he said, but Willie -went straight back to his seat and sat down again." -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -"But you haven't said a word about my Daddy the -hermit, and I hope he lives." -</p> - -<p> -"Not only does he live, Creggan, but he has left Skye -and his lonely island, and has come to settle down -close beside us here. He dines with us every night." -</p> - -<p> -"How delightful!" -</p> - -<p> -"The minister says he is clothed and in his right -mind." -</p> - -<p> -"Poor old Daddy, he always was in his right mind." -</p> - -<p> -"Ah! but you should see how nicely he dresses now. -You would take him for some reverend old professor. -You will see him to-night." -</p> - -<p> -"And Archie M'Lean?" -</p> - -<p> -"Still in America, and I think will remain there for -years. They say he is making money, and that he -means to come back and marry Maggie." -</p> - -<p> -"What, Maggie M'Ian?" -</p> - -<p> -"Yes." -</p> - -<p> -"Heigh-ho!" sighed Creggan. "I feel getting very old." -</p> - -<p> -Matty laughed right merrily. "Poor old sailor!" -she said roguishly. "But, oh, look, here comes Daddy -himself!" And so it was. -</p> - -<p> -Matty might well have said he looked like an old -professor. His hair was long and gray, and he was -dressed in broadcloth. Yet there was no sign of age -about him as the glad smile of surprise brightened his -face, and he hurried up with both hands extended to -greet and welcome Creggan home. -</p> - -<p> -"My own dear sailor boy!" -</p> - -<p> -He could say no more just then, and like Matty took -refuge in the caresses he bestowed on Oscar. -</p> - -<p> -Yes, Oscar knew him well after all these years, for -dogs never, never do forget the dear ones they love. -</p> - -<p> -Need I add that the meeting betwixt Creggan and his -mother was a happy one? Surely that is unnecessary. -</p> - -<p> -The Ugly Duckling and Admiral Jacko were -declared to be prisoners for three weeks. -</p> - -<p> -"But my sister, madam!" was all the former urged -against his imprisonment. -</p> - -<p> -That objection was quickly set aside, for Creggan's -mother sent for her, and she joined the jolly party at -"The Pines". -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -* * * * * * * * * * * -</p> - -<p> -Years have gone since then. -</p> - -<p> -Creggan has retired, of course. One-armed sailors -are not considered available for active service. -</p> - -<p> -But it is only a few months since our hero led -Matty to the altar, a bonnie, bonnie young bride indeed. -</p> - -<p> -And the Ugly Duckling, who has also retired, having -come into some money, is now master of a beautiful -barque (clipper), and she is all his own. -</p> - -<p> -He took the newly-wedded couple down the Mediterranean -on a long honeymoon. This was all the -more jolly because the hermit himself, with Oscar and -Admiral Jacko, were of the party. -</p> - -<p> -And so the story ends. -</p> - -<p> -Oh no, not quite; I must let the Ugly Duckling have -the very last word. -</p> - -<p> -He and Creggan were sitting together on the quarter-deck -while sailing down the blue Levant, and while -the stars, so lustreful, shone above them and were -reflected from the sea, it was in answer to a remark of -Creggan's that he spoke. -</p> - -<p> -"Yes, dear boy," he said, "I'm going out to Venezuela -soon, and if Natina still loves me, she shall be -my bride. For who but romantic Natina could think -of giving her heart and hand to so ugly a duckling -as poor me?" -</p> - -<p><br /><br /><br /></p> - -<p><a id="chap32"></a></p> - -<p class="t3b"> - THE BOYS' LIBRARY -</p> - -<p class="t3"> -Uniform with this Volume -</p> - -<p class="noindent"> - <b>Silas Verney</b>. Edgar Pickering.<br /> - <b>The Missing Merchantman</b>. 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