A fortnight had elapsed, still the _Steadfast_ did not return. The
whole island had been explored. It was found not to be more than a
couple of miles long, and scarcely half a mile in width, the greater
portion consisting of black volcanic rocks thrown up by some mighty
convulsion of nature. No other harbour was discovered; indeed, there
was not a spot besides the bay they had entered on which a landing could
be effected without danger. They probably were the first people who had
entered the bay, for there were no signs of the island ever having been
inhabited. There was but a very small portion of ground fit for
cultivation; the only trees were those which clothed the side of the
valley and the little cocoa-nut grove on the shore of the bay; while no
other stream of water was discovered besides that near which they had
formed their camp.
As the trees could not be perceived from the sea, Harry thought that,
even if the island was marked on the chart, it was probably set down as
a barren rock on which no one could land.
"My father, depend upon it, thought that our boat was swamped in
attempting to regain the ship, or else that she was driven on the rocks,
when he might well suppose that none of us could have escaped. He would
otherwise, I am sure, have come back before this," he observed to old
Tom.
"I hope that is the reason why he has not come back," was the answer;
for old Tom had come to the conclusion that the ship, with all hands,
had been lost, though he did not like to say so to Harry.
The men were beginning to get very impatient at their long detention on
the island. Old Tom did his best to keep them employed; but it was
difficult to find work for them. It was evident, too, that the
cocoa-nuts would not last for ever; and when they had come to an end,
what would they do for food? the men inquired. They might live on fish;
but three or four of their hooks had already been lost, and in time they
might be unable even to catch fish.
"One thing is clear, lads," observed Tom; "if we are to get away, we
must carry water with us as well as food. Our small breaker will only
hold enough for two or three days on short allowance, and, though we may
carry some in the tubs, it will be difficult to keep that from being
spilled. My advice is, that we set to work and scoop out a number of
cocoa-nuts--they will hold a good supply--and we must try and smoke or
salt some fish. I calculate that we can carry enough to last us three
or four weeks, and in that time we may be able to reach a more fertile
island than this is--one likely to be visited by whalers--if we are not
so fortunate as to be picked up by a ship first."
The men were eager to be off, and set to work readily to prepare for the
voyage. Harry would rather have remained, still believing that the ship
would come back to look for them. Some time, however, was occupied in
catching fish, and in drying and salting them, for it was necessary
first to erect a building of stone for the former operation, and they
had to collect the salt in the holes of the rock along the shore.
A lovely day, just a month after they landed, found them ready, with the
cocoa-nut bottles and tubs full of water, and as many whole cocoa-nuts
and as much dried and salt fish as they could stow away.
"Before we shove off, lads, let us return thanks to God for bringing us
safely here and giving us food to eat, and then let us pray that He will
take care of us in the voyage we are about to make," said old Tom. "I
tell you that we shall meet with many dangers, from which He alone can
preserve us."
The men agreed to old Tom's proposal; and then in good spirts they
pulled down the harbour and glided out into the open ocean, now shining
in the bright sun of the early morning. The surf, which broke on the
rocks on either side in a gentle murmur, glittered brightly, presenting
a very different appearance to the wild fury it exhibited when they took
refuge within the bay. A light breeze springing up from the northward,
the sail was hoisted, and the whale-boat stood to the south, away from
the dark, forbidding-looking island. The small compass which is usually
carried in a whale-boat enabled them to steer in a tolerably direct
course.
"Now, lads," said old Tom, "we may reach land in about a fortnight; but
it may be a month or six weeks before we fall in with an island where
provisions are to be found. It will be well, therefore, to put
ourselves on an allowance both of water and food. Remember that God
helps those who help themselves, and if we take more than we require to
keep up our strength, we cannot expect Him to send us a fresh supply."
Harry and Dickey were always ready to support him, and the men, without
murmuring, agreed to do as he advised.
The crew having been divided into watches, old Tom taking charge of one
and Harry of the other, and all other arrangements being made, old Tom
lay down to rest, saying that he would keep the first night-watch.
They had a few candles for their lanterns, which had been carefully
husbanded; these were kept to be used should any night prove
particularly dark and cloudy, and the compass be required, for when the
stars were shining they were sufficient to steer by.
For several days the boat sailed on over the tranquil ocean. Sometimes
it fell calm, when the men took to their oars. The rest of the day they
spent lying along the thwarts. Morning and evening, however, Tom
offered up prayer, and Harry read some chapters in the Bible, to which
most of the men listened attentively.
"What we should have done without your Bible, Mr Harry, I do not know,"
observed old Tom. "I believe it has mainly contributed to keep the men
contented and happy; I only hope that they will remain in the same
temper."
"I at all events will read the Bible to them," said Harry. Harry kept
to his resolution. Dickey was one of the most attentive of the
listeners.
"Harry," he said, one day, "I confess that I did not before know what
was in the Bible when I used to sneer at old Tom for being religious,
and was afraid that he would make you so. I wish that he would make me
like himself or like you."
"God's Holy Spirit can alone make you, Mr Bass, what you ought to be,"
observed old Tom, who had been listening to the boys' conversation.
"But you have to seek His grace, and to trust in Jesus, according to the
teaching of His word; for we are there told that faith cometh by
hearing, and hearing by the word of God. I never yet met an infidel or
careless, bad fellow who really had read the Bible with prayer. It is
only thus that we can benefit by it. Many complain that they have no
faith, and that it is no fault of theirs--and yet they will not do the
very thing that God tells us to do; so you see that it is not God's
fault if a man does not believe, but the man's own fault. Do you read
and pray earnestly and faithfully, and depend upon it God's Holy Spirit
will do His part and help you."
"I will try, Tom, indeed I will," said Dickey; "and will you and Harry
pray for me?"
"That we will, Mr Bass, because God has said that earnest, believing
prayer availeth much; but you must pray for yourself--you must not trust
to others praying instead of you. God will hear your prayers, though
they may be very weak and imperfect, just as He heard the prayer of the
poor publican who smote on his breast and said, `God be merciful to me a
sinner.'"
It cannot be said that all in the boat listened to Harry when he read
the Bible, or to old Tom when he spoke, or followed their example.
While the weather remained fine and they had enough to eat, they kept up
their spirits, and began to talk of what they would do when they got on
shore. Two or three of them indeed declared that they had had enough
knocking about at sea, and that if they should land on a pleasant island
with good-natured natives, they would take up their quarters there and
marry wives and live a life of ease.
"If you do so, lads, you will run the risk of becoming heathens like
them, and forget God and all His benefits," observed old Tom.
"Remember, if we do land safely, it will not be our own right arm or our
own strength which will have preserved us, but His merciful kindness;
and I tell you, you will be ungrateful fellows if you do as you
propose."
"Old Tom is always preaching," muttered one of the men to whom he spoke.
"I don't see why we have not a right to please ourselves."
Old Tom did not hear this remark, and he probably would not then have
answered even if he had.
For ten days or so the voyage had continued without any change in the
weather. The sun was very hot, and the fish, which they thought had
been well salted and smoked, began to taste very strong. Harry and
Dickey could only eat very small pieces at a time, with the help of some
cocoa-nut and a sip of water between each mouthful. Next day a perfect
calm came on, and the sun beat down with intense force on the boat.
Although their provisions were covered up and kept as cool as possible,
the fish grew worse and worse. Several of the men, when it was served
out to them, threw it overboard with disgust, declaring that they could
eat it no longer.
"Seeing we have nothing else to live upon, we should be thankful that we
have got that, and not throw it from us," observed old Tom. "It's
bad-tasted, I'll allow; but as long as we can manage to get it down it
will help to support life, and we should try to eat it."
Harry and Bass did as he advised, and as yet they did not find their
strength much diminished.
Most of the men, however, began to complain of pains and aches, and
unwillingly got out their oars. Tom urged them to pull on, in the hope
that they might in a day or two reach some island which Harry thought
could not be far off.
Day after day they had gone on, ever appearing to be in the midst of the
same circle where sky and sea met, without sighting land or a distant
sail. At night, while one watch rowed the other slept.
Another morning came, but still the glass-like ocean showed no signs of
a coming breeze. They had put in their oars, and were munching their
share of cocoa-nut and such small pieces of the fish as they could still
eat, when suddenly, at a little distance, the surface of the water was
broken, and a covey of flying-fish darted through the air towards them.
A dozen or more fell into the boat, and were eagerly seized and killed
by the famishing crew.
"Let us thank God, who sent them to us," said Tom, as several of the men
greedily began to bite at the fresh, tempting-looking morsels.
Half the number were cut up, and the remainder Tom advised should be
reserved for dinner.
The food somewhat restored the men's spirits, and they pulled on for
some hours without murmuring.
Another and another day passed by, and then a breeze sprang up, and the
sail was hoisted, and they ran on before the wind. All felt that unless
they should shortly reach land or be picked up by a ship their fate was
certain. Their cocoa-nuts and water were nearly exhausted, and even old
Tom could with difficulty manage to eat a small portion of fish. Still
he appeared calm and happy, and did his best to encourage his
companions; he sat at the steering oar for the greater part of the day
and night, taking but little rest. When he lay down he charged those
who were on the watch to keep a bright look-out for land, while he
himself, when awake, had his eyes moving round the horizon in the hope
of discovering it.
At length all the water was gone, and not a piece of cocoa-nut remained.
One of the crew, who had long been complaining, had lain down in the
bow, saying he should go to sleep. When it was his turn to keep watch,
Jack Harding, one of the men, tried to arouse him. Jack lifted his arm,
which fell down by his side.
"Bill has slipped his cable, I am afraid," said Jack, in a hollow voice.
Harry went forward to ascertain if such was the case. Bill was indeed
dead.
"Lads," said old Tom, "I don't know which of us will go next, but this I
know, that the case of those who are not trusting in Christ is a very
terrible one. I won't say anything about poor Bill, but I speak to you
as a dying man to dying men. The day of grace has not yet passed--
to-morrow it may have gone by for some, if not for all those who are
still unreconciled to God. I said this before to you when you were in
health; God in His mercy has allowed you to suffer from starvation and
sickness, that He might lead you to Himself."
"We dare say you speak the truth, Mr Hayes," answered one of the men;
"but it's hard to believe that God, if He is as kind as you say, should
allow us to suffer as we are doing."
"He allowed His faithful apostles of old, and many thousands of
Christians since then, to suffer far more than we are doing; and yet
they acknowledged to the last that He does all things well," answered
old Tom. "I have just told you why He allows you to suffer; and
remember what Saint Paul says, `The sufferings of this present time are
not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in
us.'"
Tom's address served as the funeral sermon of poor Bill, who was shortly
afterwards lifted overboard by his sorrowing companions.