At length a gun was fired from the admiral's ship,--the signal for the
fleet to weigh anchor. It was at once repeated by a whole salvo from
Captain. Layton's battery, discharged according to the captain's
directions by Barnaby, who had been left as guardian of the house and
property, the owner deeming it possible that he might some day return to
his own home. The wind had veered round to the north-east, and blew a
fresh breeze, which it was hoped would speedily waft them across the
ocean. The _Sea Venture_ took the lead, the _Rainbow_ following close
astern, and the other vessels in their different order of sailing. Thus
the fleet glided on. The blue Lizard, growing dimmer and dimmer; sank
beneath the ocean; the Land's End was lost to sight, and the fleet,
guided by the wondrous compass, sped onward, chasing the sun in its
course. For several days the wind continued fair, the ocean calm, and
all on board looked forward to a speedy termination of their voyage.
Audley watched with interest the _Rainbow_ as she kept her course,
sometimes drawing close enough to enable him to see Mistress Cicely on
her deck. It is possible that her young mate might have done his best,
by pressing on sail, to keep her there, in order that he himself might
have the satisfaction of seeing Mistress Lettice, with her mother and
other ladies seated on the high poop of the admiral's ship, under an
awning spread to shelter them; for the wind being light and aft, the sun
beat down with no slight force, and few would willingly have remained
long exposed to its burning rays. The sea, just crisped over with
wavelets, glittered brightly, and ever and anon huge fish rose to the
surface and gambolled round the ships, wondering what strange monsters
had come to invade their watery domain. Gilbert, Oliver, and Fenton
were in the mean time busying themselves about their duties. Gilbert
had undertaken to instruct his younger companions in such nautical
knowledge as he possessed: Ned was an apt pupil, and he hoped to do no
discredit to the name of his honoured father.
"I had expected on coming to sea to meet the huge waves towering as high
as the mastheads, and strong winds, and thunder and lightning; but the
life we lead in this calm weather is so pleasant and easy that I should
soon grow weary of it," observed Fenton.
"Wait a bit," answered Gilbert; "my experience is not very great, but I
can tell you that the ocean is not always in its present humour, and
that we may have another account to give before we reach the shores of
Virginia."
Still the fine weather continued; and at length so completely did the
wind fall that the ships lay rolling their sides slowly to and fro,
their tall masts reflected in the mirror-like ocean, it being necessary
even for the boats to be lowered to keep them apart. The opportunity
was taken by many to visit each other's ships. Vaughan went with his
brother on board the _Rainbow_, and Mistress Cicely welcomed him in a
way which made him wish that he might continue the voyage with her; but
he remembered that his mother and sister were on board the _Sea
Venture_, and that duty required him to be with them, that, should any
mishap occur, he might be at his post to protect them as far as he had
the power. Roger Layton received a similar welcome from Lettice;
although he had not spoken to her, she was perfectly well acquainted
with the state of his heart, and knowing that he was equally well
acquainted with hers, she remained satisfied that God would order all
for the best. Mistress Audley was well pleased with the young sailor;
she had discerned his good qualities, and the wealth he would inherit
from his father was sufficient for the position in life she desired for
her daughter. There is an old saying that "the course of true love
never did run smooth;" in this instance it seemed, however, that the
proverb was not to prove a correct one.
As darkness was coming on, the admiral ordered the boats to return to
their respective ships, and the lights in the lanterns on the stern of
the _Sea Venture_ were kindled for the guidance of the fleet at night.
Towards morning there was a change in the weather. Dark clouds were
chasing each other rapidly across the sky; the sea, of a leaden hue,
tossed and tumbled with foaming crests; the seamen were busy aloft
furling sails, and the ships, which had hitherto kept close together,
now, for safety's sake, separated widely. The wind whistled in the
shrouds; the waves dashed against the lofty sides of the _Sea Venture_,
whose fortunes we must now follow. Still the stout ship kept her
course, under reduced canvas.
"I told you, Ned, that it was not always calm and sunshine," observed
Gilbert, while he and his friends clung to the weather-bulwarks as the
ship plunged into the heavy seas. "I wonder how the other ships are
faring? Let us climb into the main-rigging and see."
Fenton, Oliver, and he did as proposed, and holding on to the shrouds
they gazed over the storm-tossed ocean. Every instant the wind was
increasing in strength, and the waves in height, amid which the other
ships were seen tossing and tumbling, thrown, as it were from sea to
sea, with but a small amount of canvas to steady them, and even then it
seemed as much as they could bear.
"I wonder which is the _Rainbow_," continued Gilbert; "Vaughan and
Lettice will be watching her with no small anxiety. See, there they
stand on the poop-deck, straining their eyes towards the ship they
suppose to be her: truly, I should grieve were any misfortune to happen
to those on board."
"So should I," said Fenton; "but it is a hard matter to make out which
is the _Rainbow_, though I thought that I could distinguish her from the
rest."
Every moment the gale increased, and the seas rose higher and higher;
six strong men were at the helm, but even then with difficulty could the
ship be steered. The sails were closely furled, with the exception of a
small foretopsail, and away the stout ship flew--now dipping into one
sea, the foaming crest of which came rushing over the deck, now rising
to the summit of another. Still Lettice, with her brother's arm round
her waist to secure her, stood on the poop; her face was pale, though
not with alarm for herself or those with her so much as for the
_Rainbow_, for she naturally thought "if such is the buffeting our large
ship is receiving, what must be the condition of so small a bark as the
_Rainbow_," towards which ship her and her brother's eyes were cast, as
they supposed. Those who could have distinguished one ship from the
other were busy in attending to their respective duties.
Gilbert and his messmates still kept their post; they, too, were
watching, as they believed, the _Rainbow_, which was endeavouring, as it
seemed, to set more canvas, to bear up for the Admiral. Now she
appeared sinking into the deep trough of the sea, now tossed up
helplessly to the summit of another, again to descend, when her hull
could scarcely be distinguished amid the masses of foam which danced
madly round her. As she lay deep down in the watery valley a huge sea
rolled over her deck, and she did not rise again on the other side. A
cry escaped from the three lads: "She's gone! she's gone!"--echoed by
many on deck.
Lettice, with straining eyes, gazed at the spot where the ship had been.
Vaughan, his heart torn with anguish, endeavoured to support her, but
could ill restrain his own feelings, believing as he did that Cicely had
perished. The admiral had seen what had occurred, and with gentle force
conveyed her to the cabin, where she could receive from her mother that
comfort she needed so much; while the governor with friendly sympathy,
taking Vaughan's arm, endeavoured to calm his agitation and prevent him
from madly leaping into the sea.
"Oh, steer the ship to their assistance! We must go and help them,"
shouted Vaughan, not knowing what he said.
"The attempt were vain," said the captain; "long ere we could reach the
spot where yonder ship has gone down, all who were on board her will
have perished;" and he made a sign to the governor, and others standing
round to carry the young man below. They succeeded, Vaughan moving like
one in a dream. The admiral assured Lettice and her brother that it was
possible the ship they had seen go down was not the _Rainbow_, for
though small compared to their own ship, she was a stout, well-built
bark, and might contend successfully with even a worse storm than was
then blowing; adding that one of the vessels seen in the distance bore a
great resemblance to her; indeed, by every means in his power, he
endeavoured to restore their spirits. He was compelled, however, soon
to leave them, to attend to the navigation of the ship. He and Captain
Newport held an earnest consultation, for the fierce storm, instead of
giving signs of abating, was hourly gaining strength.
The wind, which first came from the north-east, now shifted suddenly
round, greatly increasing the height of the seas, and fearfully
straining the labouring vessel.
Night coming on, the other ships were lost to sight; no one could tell
in what direction they had gone. Those who were inclined to look at
matters in the darkest light believed that they had foundered. Not for
a moment did the brave admiral leave the deck. Now, the rain pouring
down, all was pitchy darkness; and then suddenly a vivid flash of
lightning showed the whole deck, and the pallid faces of the crew--for
even the stoutest-hearted looked pale; and well they might, for the
raging seas threatened every instant to engulf them. Few men surrounded
by such horrors can face death unappalled.
Thus that dreadful night passed on. But matters had not come to the
worst; the admiral sat on the deck, conning the ship, endeavouring with
all the nautical skill he possessed, in which no man surpassed him, to
keep her before the wind. The carpenter, who had been below to sound
the well, rushed up, a flash of lightning exhibiting his countenance
pale as death. "We've sprung a fearful leak, sir," he exclaimed; "it's
my belief that the oakum is washed out of the seams, for already the
water is rising above the ballast."
"Then hasten with your crew, search out where the worst leaks exist, and
strive to stop them," said the admiral, calmly; "man the pumps, and let
others be told off with buckets to bale out the water. We must not give
way to despair; often have men been in a worse condition on board ship,
and by persevering efforts have preserved their lives."
The determined way in which the admiral spoke somewhat restored the
confidence of the crew; some with lanterns in their hands crept into the
wings on either side of the ship, close to the ribs, searching every
corner, and listening attentively to discover the place where the water
entered. Others, like galley-slaves, stripped to the waist, went to the
pumps, and worked away with that desperate energy which men exhibit when
they believe that their lives depend on the efforts they are making.
Several of the leaks were found, but still the water came rushing in on
all sides. The carpenter again reported that it was still rising, and,
from the quantities of bread brought up, that the chief leak must be in
the bread-room. Here he once more made search, but failed to discover
the spot at which the water entered. The officers of all ranks exerting
themselves to the utmost, the men followed their example, while the
passengers offered to labour with them. Vaughan Audley found the task
he, with others, had undertaken, a great relief to his grief and
anxiety; with Gilbert and young Fenton, he was working now away at the
pumps; now he was standing one of the line formed to pass the buckets up
from below. Even the women desired to take their share in the work.
All on board were divided into three parties--while one party laboured
at the pumps, or passed up the buckets for an hour at a time, the
others, exhausted by their exertions, lay down to rest. An officer
stood ready to give the signal as soon as the time arrived for the
working party to be relieved.
Daylight at length returned, but showed no improvement in the weather;
the wind blew as furiously as ever. Not for a moment had the brave
admiral left his post. Just before noon a prodigious sea came rolling
towards the ship, and, breaking over her bow, washed fore and aft,
filling her from the hatches up to the spar-deck. For some time it
appeared impossible that she could shake herself clear of the mass of
water, which, as it rushed aft, dashed the men from the helm, forcing
the tiller out of their hands, and tossed them helplessly from side to
side. It seemed a wonder that none were carried overboard or received
mortal injury. The admiral, too, was thrown from his seat and, as were
several officers round him, cast with his face on the deck. Still,
while endeavouring to recover himself, he shouted to others of the crew,
who flew to the helm and prevented the ship from broaching to. Though
she was running at the time under bare poles at the rate of scarcely
less than eight knots an hour, for a moment the violence of the shock
stopped her way, and many thinking that she had struck on a rock,
shouted out, "We are lost! we are lost!"
"Not yet, my brave fellows," cried the admiral; "while there is life
there is hope! The ship is still swimming: all hands to their
stations."
Another voice was heard clear and clarion-toned amid the howling of the
storm, as the voices of God's ministers should sound at all
times:--"Turn to Him who calmed the tempest on the sea of Galilee. Why
are ye affrighted, oh ye of little faith? Trust to Him all powerful to
save, not your frail bodies only from the perils of the deep, but your
immortal souls from just condemnation. Turn ye, turn ye! why will ye
die? He calls to you; He beseeches you. Trust to Him! trust to Him!"
He who spoke was the good chaplain, Master Hunt, who had been
ceaselessly supporting the sorely-tried ones below with words of comfort
from the book of life, and who had now come on deck to perform his duty
to the fainting crew.
The men, thus encouraged, returned to their duty, and worked away with
the same vigour as before. Even during this fearful time neither
Vaughan nor Gilbert had quitted the pump at which they were labouring.
Though Vaughan, believing that Cicely was lost, cared little for life,
yet he thought of his mother and sister, and felt that it was his duty
at all events to labour for their sakes.
"Don't give way brother," cried Gilbert, "our mother has often said that
God watches over us, and if it is His good will He can preserve us even
now. The carpenter has just stopped another leak, and I heard him say
that he hoped the rest might be got at. We may be thankful that we have
strength to work."
"Spell, oh!" was soon after this cried, and a fresh party hurrying from
the cabins and from the more sheltered spots where they had thrown
themselves down to rest, came to relieve those who had been working for
the last hour. Thus two days went by, but the storm abated not; no land
was in sight; few indeed on board knew whither they were driving; all
they could do was to labour on, and then to lie down in order to gain
fresh strength for renewed labours. Sometimes the wind came from the
north; then shifted to the north-east, often in an instant veering two
or three points, and almost half round the compass. The brave admiral
did his best to steer west by south, but that was no easy matter. In
spite of all on board, as the water was still increasing, he gave orders
to lighten the ship by throwing overboard numerous casks of beer, oil,
cider and wine, which to those who loved their liquor was sadly trying;
but just then life to them was dearer than aught else. The hold being
filled, scarcely any fresh water or beer could be got at, nor could a
fire be lighted in the cook-room to dress their meat. Thus, thirsty and
famished, the crew had to toil from day to day, while such refreshment
as sleep could have afforded was well-nigh denied them.
All this time three pumps were kept working, and not for a moment did
they cease baling out with their buckets, barricoes, and kettles.
Still, notwithstanding their utmost exertions, the ship had now ten feet
of water in her hold, and had they for a single watch ceased to pump,
she must have foundered. At length the admiral gave the order to heave
overboard the guns; it was a desperate remedy, for should the ship
survive the gale and an enemy be met with, she must helplessly yield; a
greater trial to her brave crew than any they had encountered. One
after one, the tackles cast off, the guns were sent plunging into the
ocean. Relieved of their weight, the ship floated somewhat more
buoyantly.
"We have done our best," exclaimed the brave admiral. "One more
resource remains to us, we must cut away the masts."
All knew that this was indeed a desperate remedy, for the huge ship
would thus float a mere log on the water, waiting if, by God's good
providence, some other vessel might bear down to their relief. But of
that there was little prospect; still their lives might thus be
prolonged a few short hours, and true men know that it is their duty to
struggle to the last, and trust to God for their preservation.
All this time no observation had been taken, for neither was the sun to
be seen by day, nor the stars by night. Gilbert and Fenton, with young
Oliver, had after their exertions turned in for a short time: even the
howling of the tempest, the dashing of the waves, and the terrible
condition of the shattered ship did not prevent them from sleeping.
Summoned by the boatswain's hoarse cry, they again hastened on deck to
attend to their duty. The admiral was there, and as they were standing
near him, they saw him gaze up at the main-mast head.
"Gilbert, Gilbert, what can that be?" exclaimed Oliver.
Gilbert looked in the direction his messmate pointed, and there he saw a
small round light, like a faint tremulous star, streaming along and
sparkling brightly, now bursting into a blaze, now resuming its round
form; sometimes running up and down the shrouds, now along the main-yard
to the very end, there remaining for an instant, and then returning as
if about to settle on the mast-head, then again descending once more to
perform the same journey as before. The eyes of all on deck were
directed towards it; some exclaimed that it was the demon of the storm
come to warn them that their minutes were numbered.
"My friends," cried the admiral, "if it were an evil spirit it would not
come to warn men to prepare for death. To my mind it is of the same
nature as the lightning, but harmless. Several times before have I seen
it, and on each occasion the storm has shortly after broken. If sent
for any purpose, it is to encourage us to persevere, and to assure us
that ere long the wind will abate, and we shall gain the mastery over
our ship. To the pumps, my friends, to the pumps! and keep the buckets
moving."
The admiral's brave words restored new life to the well-nigh exhausted
crew; once more the pumps were worked vigorously, and the buckets were
passed rapidly from below. At dawn the admiral himself was seen
ascending the rigging. For a few minutes he remained at the masthead;
then he waved his hat, and shouted, "Land! land!" At that joyful cry
many who had fallen asleep in the cabins or other sheltered parts of the
ship, overcome with fatigue, were aroused, and hurrying on deck, gazed
anxiously towards the shore on which they hoped to find that safety
denied to them by the ocean. Again they went to the pumps, and once
more set to work to bale with buckets, barricoes, and kettles,
endeavouring to keep the ship afloat till a place of safety should be
reached.
The admiral remained still longer watching the distant shore, towards
which he ordered the ship to be steered. As she approached, numerous
small islands were seen ahead: the sight revived the spirits of all on
board. The leadsman was ordered to sound as the ship ran on; first
thirteen fathoms of water were found, then seven. Some spoke of
anchoring, but the admiral, though he would gladly have saved the ship,
knew full well that she would not float many hours longer. Again he
ascended the mast, and looking out saw a spot between two high rocks,
towards which he ordered the helmsman to steer. The foresail only was
set, to prevent the ship from striking with too great force. The
passengers and crew were collected on deck; still to the last the pumps
were kept going, and the buckets were worked, lest she might founder
even before she could reach the shore. It was now known that they had
arrived at the stormy Bermoothes, or as some call them the "Devil's
Islands," owing to the fearful storms which rage round them, and the
numerous dangers they present to navigators.
Islands, many hundreds in number, extended three or four leagues on
either side of the one towards which the ship's course was directed.
Trees could now be discerned on it waving to and fro in the wind: but as
the ship sped on the force of the waves decreased, and as she gradually
got under the shelter of the islands, the water became sufficiently
smooth to encourage the hope that she would not go to pieces when she
should strike the shore. But then the crew asked each other "were they
about to be thrown on a desolate island, where neither food nor water
could be found?"
The admiral had descried two high rocks at a short distance apart, near
which the water seemed smoother than at any other part. He now directed
the course of the ship towards it; not a moment was to be lost, for the
water was rapidly rising higher and higher in the hold. He warned those
on deck to beware, lest the ship striking suddenly, the masts might fall
and crush those below them. Vaughan on this led Mistress Audley and his
sister back into the cabin, but Gilbert declared that as an officer he
must run the risk of whatever might happen. All waited with suspense
for the expected shock; the minutes seemed hours; every instant the
objects on shore became more and more distinct--the rocks, the beach,
the trees beyond, and here and there gentle slopes; but no mountains, or
even hills worthy of the name.
Vaughan endeavoured to encourage his mother and Lettice, as well as the
other ladies and children. Presently there came a grating sound, but
the ship glided on till she finally stopped, and then there came a
shout, "We are safe! we are safe!" Vaughan, on rushing on deck found
that the ship had glided on to a sandbank, while the shore of an island
appeared little more than half a mile away, offering an easy landing to
the storm-tossed voyagers. Thanksgivings arose from many a heart on
board for their preservation; but others, it must be owned, thought only
how they might most quickly get on shore.
The admiral forthwith ordered the boats to be lowered, directing Captain
Newport to summon those by name who were to go in them. The governor,
as was right, went in the first, with all the women and children. As no
signs of natives had been seen, it was not feared that opposition would
be met with; nevertheless, the smaller boats were sent first to pilot
the way. Vaughan and two other gentlemen passengers were requested to
accompany the governor, in order to assist in taking care of the ladies.
They were watched with some anxiety as they took their departure.
The passage to the shore was accomplished without difficulty, and the
boats entered a beautiful little bay, with a sandy beach, where the
passengers easily landed. "Let us return thanks to Heaven for our
preservation," exclaimed the good chaplain, as they stepped on shore;
when all kneeling down, led by one who prayed not only with the lips but
with his whole heart, they lifted up their voices to Him to whose mighty
arm they gratefully acknowledged their preservation alone was due. The
boats being immediately sent back to the ship, in a few trips the whole
of those on board were landed. As there was still sufficient daylight,
the boats were then again despatched to bring away provisions, as well
as the carpenter's tools and other articles of the greatest necessity,
including some sails for tents, that the ladies and the governor and the
other older persons might have shelter for the night. The rest, by
cutting down branches, made huts for themselves, with beds of leaves;
and thus, as soon as supper had been taken--the first quiet meal they
had enjoyed since the storm began--the whole of the worn-out crew and
passengers lay down to sleep, with the exception of those told off to
keep watch. Probably, ere many minutes were over, the weary sentries
also closed their eyes. But a God of mercy watched over the shipwrecked
company, and no harm befell them.
The next morning being calm and beautiful, the boats were sent off to
bring more provisions and other articles which could be saved from the
wreck. Thus they were employed all day, while those who remained on
shore, when not unloading the boats, were engaged in erecting huts. A
day of toil was succeeded by another night of rest; all worked willingly
under the able directions of the governor, the admiral, and Captain
Newport. To assist in the more rapid landing of the cargo, a raft was
constructed, and in a short time everything the ship contained was taken
out of her. This being done, she was completely unrigged, when the
sails and ropes and spars were landed. They then proceeded to pull the
ship herself to pieces for the purpose of building another vessel in
which to continue the voyage to Virginia, should no assistance be sent
from thence in the mean time to them. It was a task of great labour,
but the admiral setting the example, and working himself as hard as any
of the men, the others were fain to labour also. Gilbert, young Dane,
and Fenton acted as his assistants, and were proud of the praises he
bestowed upon them for their diligence and perseverance. Vaughan worked
as hard on shore, assisting the governor, who superintended the erection
of the storehouse, and the huts in which all might find shelter; and in
a short time a village sprang up.
The ladies were not idle, doing their best to fit up their own houses
and those of their friends. Under other circumstances Lettice and
Vaughan would have been contented and happy; but the dreadful thought
that the _Rainbow_ had been lost, in spite of the assurances of the
admiral, constantly occurred to them. Mistress Audley did her best to
comfort her daughter, but the rose left Lettice's cheek, though she
sought for strength to support her sorrow, whence strength alone can be
obtained.