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never fly far at a time, and never mounted into the air like birds,
but skimmed along the surface of the sea. Jack and I had it for
dinner, and found it remarkably good.
When we approached Cape Horn, at the southern extremity of America,
the weather became very cold and stormy, and the sailors began to
tell stories about the furious gales and the dangers of that
terrible cape.
“Cape Horn,” said one, “is the most horrible headland I ever
doubled. I’ve sailed round it twice already, and both times the
ship was a’most blow’d out o’ the water.”
“An’ I’ve been round it once,” said another, “an’ that time the
sails were split, and the ropes frozen in the blocks, so that they
wouldn’t work, and we wos all but lost.”
“An’ I’ve been round it five times,” cried a third, “an’ every time
wos wuss than another, the gales wos so tree-mendous!”
“And I’ve been round it no times at all,” cried Peterkin, with an
impudent wink of his eye, “an’ THAT time I wos blow’d inside out!”
Nevertheless, we passed the dreaded cape without much rough
weather, and, in the course of a few weeks afterwards, were sailing
gently, before a warm tropical breeze, over the Pacific Ocean.
Thus we proceeded on our voyage, sometimes bounding merrily before
a fair breeze, at other times floating calmly on the glassy wave
and fishing for the curious inhabitants of the deep, - all of
which, although the sailors thought little of them, were strange,
and interesting, and very wonderful to me.
At last we came among the Coral Islands of the Pacific, and I shall
never forget the delight with which I gazed, - when we chanced to
pass one, - at the pure, white, dazzling shores, and the verdant
palm-trees, which looked bright and beautiful in the sunshine. And
often did we three long to be landed on one, imagining that we
should certainly find perfect happiness there! Our wish was
granted sooner than we expected.
One night, soon after we entered the tropics, an awful storm burst
upon our ship. The first squall of wind carried away two of our
masts; and left only the foremast standing. Even this, however,
was more than enough, for we did not dare to hoist a rag of sail on
it. For five days the tempest raged in all its fury. Everything
was swept off the decks except one small boat. The steersman was
lashed to the wheel, lest he should be washed away, and we all gave
ourselves up for lost. The captain said that he had no idea where
we were, as we had been blown far out of our course; and we feared
much that we might get among the dangerous coral reefs which are so
numerous in the Pacific. At day-break on the sixth morning of the
gale we saw land ahead. It was an island encircled by a reef of
coral on which the waves broke in fury. There was calm water
within this reef, but we could only see one narrow opening into it.
For this opening we steered, but, ere we reached it, a tremendous
wave broke on our stern, tore the rudder completely off, and left
us at the mercy of the winds and waves.
“It’s all over with us now, lads,” said the captain to the men;
“get the boat ready to launch; we shall be on the rocks in less
than half an hour.”
The men obeyed in gloomy silence, for they felt that there was
little hope of so small a boat living in such a sea.
“Come boys,” said Jack Martin, in a grave tone, to me and Peterkin,
as we stood on the quarterdeck awaiting our fate; - “Come boys, we
three shall stick together. You see it is impossible that the
little boat can reach the shore, crowded with men. It will be sure
to upset, so I mean rather to trust myself to a large oar, I see
through the telescope that the ship will strike at the tail of the
reef, where the waves break into the quiet water inside; so, if we
manage to cling to the oar till it is driven over the breakers, we
may perhaps gain the shore. What say you; will you join me?”
We gladly agreed to follow Jack, for he inspired us with
confidence, although I could perceive, by the sad tone of his
voice, that he had little hope; and, indeed, when I looked at the
white waves that lashed the reef and boiled against the rocks as if
in fury, I felt that there was but a step between us and death. My
heart sank within me; but at that moment my thoughts turned to my
beloved mother, and I remembered those words, which were among the
last that she said to me - “Ralph, my dearest child, always
remember in the hour of danger to look to your Lord and Saviour
Jesus Christ. He alone is both able and willing to save your body
and your soul.” So I felt much comforted when I thought thereon.
The ship was now very near the rocks. The men were ready with the
boat, and the captain beside them giving orders, when a tremendous
wave came towards us. We three ran towards the bow to lay hold of
our oar, and had barely reached it when the wave fell on the deck
with a crash like thunder. At the same moment the ship struck, the
foremast broke off close to the deck and went over the side,
carrying the boat and men along with it. Our oar got entangled
with the wreck, and Jack seized an axe to cut it free, but, owing
to the motion of the ship, he missed the cordage and struck the axe
deep into the oar. Another wave, however, washed it clear of the
wreck. We all seized hold of it, and the next instant we were
struggling in the wild sea. The last thing I saw was the boat
whirling in the surf, and all the sailors tossed into the foaming
waves. Then I became insensible.
On recovering from my swoon, I found myself lying on a bank of soft
grass, under the shelter of an overhanging rock, with Peterkin on
his knees by my side, tenderly bathing my temples with water, and
endeavouring to stop the blood that flowed from a wound in my
forehead.
CHAPTER III.
The Coral Island - Our first cogitations after landing, and the
result of them - We conclude that the island is uninhabited.
THERE is a strange and peculiar sensation experienced in recovering
from a state of insensibility, which is almost indescribable; a
sort of dreamy, confused consciousness; a half-waking half-sleeping
condition, accompanied with a feeling of weariness, which, however,
is by no means disagreeable. As I slowly recovered and heard the
voice of Peterkin inquiring whether I felt better, I thought that I
must have overslept myself, and should be sent to the masthead for
being lazy; but before I could leap up in haste, the thought seemed
to vanish suddenly away, and I fancied that I must have been ill.
Then a balmy breeze fanned my cheek, and I thought of home, and the
garden at the back of my father’s cottage, with its luxuriant
flowers, and the sweet-scented honey-suckle that my dear mother
trained so carefully upon the trellised porch. But the roaring of
the surf put these delightful thoughts to flight, and I was back
again at sea, watching the dolphins and the flying-fish, and
reefing topsails off the wild and stormy Cape Horn. Gradually the
roar of the surf became louder and more distinct. I thought of
being wrecked far far away from my native land, and slowly opened
my eyes to meet those of my companion Jack, who, with a look of
intense anxiety, was gazing into my face.
“Speak to us, my dear Ralph,” whispered Jack, tenderly, “are you
better now?”
I smiled and looked up, saying, “Better; why, what do you mean,
Jack? I’m quite well”
“Then what are you shamming for, and frightening us in this way?”
said Peterkin, smiling through his tears; for the poor boy had been
really under the impression that I was dying.
I now raised myself on my elbow, and putting my hand to my
forehead, found that it had been cut pretty severely, and that I
had lost a good deal of blood.
“Come, come, Ralph,” said Jack, pressing me gently backward, “lie
down, my boy; you’re not right yet. Wet your lips with this water,
it’s cool and clear as crystal. I got it from a spring close at
hand. There now, don’t say a word, hold your tongue,” said he,
seeing me about to speak. “I’ll tell you all about it, but you
must not utter a syllable till you have rested well.”
“Oh! don’t stop him from speaking, Jack,” said Peterkin, who, now
that his fears for my safety were removed, busied himself in
erecting a shelter of broken branches in order to protect me from
the wind; which, however, was almost unnecessary, for the rock
beside which I had been laid completely broke the force of the
gale. “Let him speak, Jack; it’s a comfort to hear that he’s
alive, after lying there stiff and white and sulky for a whole
hour, just like an Egyptian mummy. Never saw such a fellow as you
are, Ralph; always up to mischief. You’ve almost knocked out all
my teeth and more than half choked me, and now you go shamming
dead! It’s very wicked of you, indeed it is.”
While Peterkin ran on in this style, my faculties became quite
clear again, and I began to understand my position. “What do you
mean by saying I half choked you, Peterkin?” said I.
“What do I mean? Is English not your mother tongue, or do you want
me to repeat it in French, by way of making it clearer? Don’t you
remember - “
“I remember nothing,” said I, interrupting him, “after we were
thrown into the sea.”
“Hush, Peterkin,” said Jack, “you’re exciting Ralph with your
nonsense. I’ll explain it to you. You recollect that after the
ship struck, we three sprang over the bow into the sea; well, I
noticed that the oar struck your head and gave you that cut on the
brow, which nearly stunned you, so that you grasped Peterkin round
the neck without knowing apparently what you were about. In doing
so you pushed the telescope, - which you clung to as if it had been
your life, - against Peterkin’s mouth - “
“Pushed it against his mouth!” interrupted Peterkin, “say crammed
it down his throat. Why, there’s a distinct mark of the brass rim
on the back of my gullet at this moment!”
“Well, well, be that as it may,” continued Jack, “you clung to him,
Ralph, till I feared you really would choke him; but I saw that he
had a good hold of the oar, so I exerted myself to the utmost to
push you towards the shore, which we luckily reached without much
trouble, for the water inside the reef is quite calm.”
“But the captain and crew, what of them?” I inquired anxiously.
Jack shook his head.
“Are they lost?”
“No, they are not lost, I hope, but I fear there is not much chance
of their being saved. The ship struck at the very tail of the
island on which we are cast. When the boat was tossed into the sea
it fortunately did not upset, although it shipped a good deal of
water, and all the men managed to scramble
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