O'er Many Lands, on Many Seas, Gordon Stables [microsoft ebook reader TXT] 📗
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"And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers--they to me
Were a delight...
For I was, as it were, a child of thee."
Byron.
Not a breath of wind from any direction. Not a cloud in the sky, not a
ripple on the ocean's blue. Only when a bird alighted on the water,
quisling rings of silver formed all around it, and widened and widened,
but soon were lost to view. Or when a fish leaped up, or the dorsal fin
of some monster shark appeared above the surface, the sea about it
trembled for a time, trembled and sparkled as if a shower of diamonds
had suddenly fallen there.
And a broad low swell came rolling in from the Indian Ocean, as if the
bosom of the sea were moving in its sleep. But landwards, had you
looked, you might have seen it break in a long fringe of snowy foam on a
beach of yellow sand; and, had you listened, the distant hum and boom of
those breakers would have fallen on your ears in a kind of drowsy
long-drawn monotone.
The brave ship _Niobe_ [this word is pronounced as if spelt "Ni-o-bee"]
slowly rose and slowly fell, and gently rocked and rolled on this
heaving tide, and sometimes her great sails flapped with the vessel's
motion, but, alas! not with the rising wind.
No, not with the rising wind, but whenever they moved, the officer who
paced up and down the white-scoured quarter-deck, would glance above as
if in hope; then he would gaze seawards, and anon shorewards, wistfully,
wishfully, uneasily.
Uneasy, indeed, was the feeling on the minds of all on board.
The vessel was far too near the shore, the wind had been dead for hours,
but it had died away suddenly, and the glass had gone tumbling down.
That it would come on to blow again, and that before long, everyone from
the captain to the dark-skinned Kroo-boy was well aware. But from what
direction would the wind come? If from the east, strong though the
_Niobe_ was, close to the wind though she could sail, well-officered and
manned though she was, there was more than a probability she would be
dashed to pieces on that sandy beach.
And small mercy could the survivors, if any, expect from the savage
Somali Indians, and the still more cruel Arabs, who dwelt in the
wretched little towns and villages on the coast. For the ship was here
in the Indian Ocean for the avowed purpose of putting down slavery and
piracy, and by slavery and piracy those Arabs lived.
It was in the days before steam-power was generally adopted by our navy,
when sailors were sailors in reality, and not merely in name.
The crew of the _Niobe_ numbered about seventy, all told fore--and--aft.
She carried ten good guns, and an unlimited supply of small arms,
cutlasses, and boarding pikes. The timbers of this brave craft were of
the toughest teak, ay, and her men were hearts of oak. They feared
nothing, they hated nothing, save uncertainty and inaction. All that
they longed for was to be accomplishing the object of their cruise.
Had you been on board the _Niobe_ when the wind was blowing half a gale,
and the ship ripping through the waves with, maybe, green seas hitting
her awful thuds at times, and the foam dashing high over the main or
fore-tops, you would have found the men as merry and jolly as boys at
cricket. Had you been on board when the battle raged, and the cannon
roared, and balls crashed through her sides or rigging, when splinters
flew and men dropped bleeding to the deck, you would have found nought
save courage and daring in every eye, and calmness in every hand.
But to-day, at the time our story opens, there was neither laughing,
joking, nor singing to be heard. The men clustered quietly about bows
or fo'c'sle, or leaned lazily over the bulwarks watching the vessel
roll--for at one moment she would heel over till the cool clear water
could be touched with the hand, and the next she would raise her head or
side until a yard at least of her copper sheathing shone in the sunlight
like burnished gold.
There was no sound to break the stillness save the far-off boom of the
breakers; so quiet was it that the sound of even a rope's-end thrown on
deck grated harshly on the ear, and a whisper could be heard from one
end of the ship to the other.
"Bill," said one sailor to another, biting off the end of a chunk of
nigger-head tobacco, "I don't half like this state of affairs."
"And I don't like it either, Jack," was the reply, "but I suppose we
must put up with it."
"Do ye think it would be any good to whistle for the wind, Bill?"
"Whistle for your grandmother," replied Bill, derisively.
"Bill," persisted Jack, "they do tell me--older men, I mean, tell me--
that whistling for the wind is sure to bring it."
"Ay, lad, if you whistle long enough. Look here, Jack, don't be a
superstitious donkey. I've seen five hands at one time whistling for
the wind; but, Jack, they nearly whistled the whites o' their eyes out."
"And the wind didn't come?"
"Never a breath. Never a puff."
"Hand in sail!" This was an order from the quarter-deck.
"Ay, ay, sir." This was an answer from for'ard.
"Thank goodness," cried Jack and Bill both. "Better something than
nothing."
There was plenty of bustle and stir and din now, for a time at least,
and bawling of orders, and shrill shriek of boatswain's pipe. But when
all was done that could be done, silence once more settled down on the
ship--lethargy claimed her again as its own.
"I think, sir," said the boatswain, touching his cap to the officer on
watch, "I think, and I likewise hope, the wind'll come off the land when
it does come, sir. Anyhow, if it doesn't commence to blow for the next
ten hours we'll get away into the open sea."
"You're an old sailor, Mr Roberts, and know this coast better than I
do, so I like to hear you say what you do. Well, sure enough, the sun
will be down in three hours, then we may get a bit of a land breeze.
But the falling glass, Mr Roberts! I don't like the falling glass!"
"No more do I, sir, and I've seen a tornado in these same waters, and
the glass not much lower than it is now."
Leaving these two talking on the quarter-deck, let us take a look down
below.
Within a canvas screen, that formed a kind of a square tent on the main
deck, a cot was swung in which there lay, apparently asleep, the fragile
form of a young woman. A woman, a mother, and still to all appearance
but little more than a girl.
Presently the screen was gently lifted, and a young soldier, dressed in
the scarlet jacket of a sergeant of the line, glided in, dropped the
screen again, then silently seating himself on a camp stool beside the
cot, he began to smooth the delicate little snow-white hand that lay on
the coverlet. Then her eyelids lifted, and a pair of orbs of sad sweet
blue looked tenderly at the soldier by her side.
She smiled.
"Oh, Sandie!" she said, "I've had such a dear delightful dream. I
thought that our darling had grown up into such a beautiful child, and
that you, and he, and I, were back once more, wandering among the bonnie
hills, and over the gowany braes of bonnie Arrandale. I thought that
father had forgiven us, Sandie, and kissed and blessed our boy, and was
laughing to see him stringing gowans into garlands, and hanging them
around the neck of our old and faithful Collie."
"Cheer up, dear wife," said the young sergeant, kissing her pale brow.
"Oh! if you only knew how much good it does my heart to see you smiling
once again. Yes, dear, and I too have good hopes, brave hopes, that all
will yet be well with us. I was but a poor corporal when you fell in
love with me, Mary; when, despite the wishes of your father, who would
have wedded you to the surly old laird of Trona, and to lifelong misery,
I made you my wife. Your father knew I had come of gentle blood--that
Dunryan belongs by rights to me--but he saw before him only the humble
soldier of fortune; and he cursed me and spurned me.
"But see, dear, look at these stripes on my arm, behold the medal. I
carry already a sergeant's sword; that sword I hope to wave and wield on
many a field of battle, and with its aid alone, though friendless now, I
mean to earn both fame and glory, ay, and with it win my spurs. Then,
Mary, the day will come when your father will be glad to own me as a
son.
"But sleep now, dear; remember, the doctor says you are not to move.
Sleep; nay, you must not even talk. See, I have brought my guitar; I
will sit here and sing to you."
He touched a few chords as he spoke, then sang low, sweet, loving songs
to her, and ere long she was back once more in the land of dreams.
The sun sank lower and lower in the heavens, and at last leapt like a
fiery ball down behind the waves. A short, very short twilight
succeeded, a twilight of tints, tints of pink, and blue, and yellow.
Sky and ocean seemed to meet and kiss good-night. Then shadows fell,
and the stars shone out in the eastern sky, and twinkled down from
above, and finally glittered even over the distant hills of the western
horizon: then it got darker and darker.
But no breeze came off the shore, and this was in itself full ominous.
The captain was now on deck with his first lieutenant.
"We cannot be very many miles," he said, "off the river."
"Yes, sir," replied the lieutenant, "I reckon I know what you are
thinking about. If we cannot keep off from the shore in the event of
its coming on to blow, you would try to cross the bar."
"I would," replied the captain. "It would indeed be a forlorn hope, but
better that than certain destruction."
"I fear, sir, it would be but a choice of deaths."
"Better die fighting for life, though," said the captain, "than without
a struggle."
"Quite true," said the other, "and once over the bar we could get round
the point and shelter would be certain. But that terrible bar, sir!"
It was far on in the middle watch ere the storm that had been brewing
came on at last. It came from the east, as the captain had feared it
would. Clouds had first risen up and gradually obscured the stars.
Among these clouds the lightning flashed and played incessantly, but for
a long time no thunder was heard. This, at last, began to mutter, then
roll louder and louder, nearer and nearer, then a bank of white was seen
creeping along the sea's surface towards the ship, and almost
immediately after the wind was upon her, she was on her beam ends with
the sea dashing through her rigging, and the storm seeming to hold her
down, but gradually she righted and sprang forward like an arrow from a
bow, and apparently into the very teeth of the wind.
The ship had been battened down and made ready in every way hours before
the gale began, and well was it for all on board that preparations had
thus been made.
She was headed as near to the wind as she would sail, but for some time
it seemed impossible for her to keep off the shore. Gradually, however,
the wind veered more to the south, and she made a good offing. But the
storm increased rather than diminished; still the good ship struggled
onwards through darkness and danger.
The royal masts had been got down early on the previous afternoon so as
to reduce top-hamper to a minimum, but the pitching and rolling were
frightful, yet she made but little water.
Towards morning, however, fire and wind and waves appeared to combine
together for the destruction of the ship. The gale increased suddenly
to all the fury of a hurricane, the roaring of the wind drowned even the
rattle of the thunder, a ball of fire quivered for a moment over the
fore-top-mast, then rent it into fragments, ran along a stay and
splintered
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