THE CRUISE OF THE DROGHER--BARBUDA FIELD-SPORTS--HOSPITABLY
ENTERTAINED--SAIL AGAIN--CAPTAIN QUASHO--A DRUNKEN CREW--REACH SABA--THE
ISLAND EXPLORED--THE BLACK CREW TAKE FRENCH LEAVE--HIGSON AND OTHERS GO
IN SEARCH OF THEM--THE THREE MIDSHIPMEN AND NEEDHAM DRIVEN OFF THE LAND
BY A HURRICANE--THE DROGHER DISAPPEARS IN THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT.
Although all the gunroom officers who could get leave were anxious to go
to the ball, old Higson, who was not a dancing man, and some of the
youngsters from both ships declared that it would be a great bore.
Notwithstanding the fearful danger so many of them had lately escaped,
they took it into their heads that it would be far pleasanter to make a
trip somewhere by sea. After due discussion they hired a drogher, a
country vessel employed in running between the surrounding islands and
islets. She was sloop-rigged, of about thirty tons, with a small cabin
aft, a capacious hold, and a forecastle for the black crew--honest
fellows, but not pleasant neighbours in a close atmosphere. Higson went
in command. Tom, and Gerald, and Norris, with Archy Gordon, and another
midshipman, and a master's-assistant from the corvette, with Dick
Needham, formed the party, including, of course, Master Spider, who was
taken to make fun. The mids also had their doubts as to the treatment
he might receive from Mr Scrofton during their absence.
It was settled that they should first steer for Barbuda, where snipes
were to be shot, fish caught, and deer hunted, and that then, wind and
weather permitting, they should visit other islands in the
neighbourhood. Provisions enough to last them twice the time they were
likely to be away were shipped, and liquors in proportion. They fully
expected to enjoy themselves amazingly.
After beating out of the harbour, and rounding the east end of the
island, under the pilotage of the regular skipper, Captain Quasho, they
had a fair wind for Barbuda, where they arrived early in the day, and
cast anchor in a small harbour. They were cordially received by the
overseer, who happened to be close at hand, and who, with one assistant,
constituted the white population of the island. He gave them leave to
kill as many birds as they could hit, promised them horses to ride in
chase of deer, and, what was more to the purpose, invited them to dinner
at his residence, the castle, an ancient fortalice on the shores of a
lagoon some distance off. They agreed to shoot till the arrival of the
steeds, which the overseer rode back to order.
After a considerable expenditure of powder to little purpose, for Tom,
the best shot among them, had only killed one snipe, a troop of horses,
led by several black cavaliers, dressed in leathern caps and high hoots,
with belts round their waists, and duck-guns slung over their shoulders,
and followed by a pack of hounds, made their appearance. Their leader
announced that they were the huntsmen, and invited the officers to mount
the steeds they had brought. Tom inspected the horses with no
favourable eye. They were sorry animals, but the rest of the party were
not particular, and all were soon mounted. As to going, that was
another thing--four miles an hour was the utmost their riders were
likely to get out of them. The midshipmen kicked their heels with might
and main, and whacked the poor beasts' backs till their arms ached, but
not a foot faster would they move.
"I say, Sambo, how shall we ever run down the deer with these brutes?"
asked Higson, perspiring at every pore from his exertions. The black
huntsman grinned at the notion of overtaking the deer.
"No, no, massa, we get round dem, and shoot with guns. Surer way to
kill dem."
"At all events let's go and see the style of sport," said Higson, and
the party set forward. The island is mostly flat, and so covered with
high bushes that they could see neither to the right hand nor to the
left. They reached a forest of considerable extent, when, after some
time, the dogs started a deer, which Sambo's huge duck-gun, loaded with
slugs, brought to the ground. Scarcely was the venison bagged than down
came such torrents of rain that the party were speedily wet to the skin,
and were glad to make the best of their way towards the castle, keeping
close together not to lose each other. The wardrobe of their host
furnished them with dry clothing--the elders with shirts and trousers,
the younger having to dispense with the latter garments, and in somewhat
masquerading guise her Majesty's officers sat down to a sumptuous repast
of turtle and venison, several varieties of fish, and land-crabs of
exquisite flavour. Bottled beer and wine in abundance made them all
very jolly, but there was a drawback. Flights of mosquitoes came
buzzing and biting them, unmercifully revelling in the youngster's fresh
blood, till some oakum set on fire, with fresh leaves thrown on it, put
the miscreant insects to the rout. Cigars and pipes were produced, and
the midshipmen thought not of troubles, past or future. Sofas and
chairs served them for couches. Old Higson sat up lustily puffing away
at his pipe, and thereby escaped the countless punctures and furious
itching, of which every one else complained when they got up in the
morning. After breakfast their host sent them across the lagoon in two
clumsy fishing-boats to see a seine drawn.
The opposite shore gained, the black fishermen having landed their
passengers, plunging into the water, carried out their net in a
semicircle, and soon began dragging the ends towards the strand. The
mids of course lent a hand, hauling at one end, while some of the
negroes took the other, and the rest tumbled about outside, laughing and
shouting, and beating the water to frighten their prisoners. In spite
of them some fifty or more of the biggest fish, dreading the cauldron or
frying-pan, making a bold dash for liberty, fairly leaped over the net,
most of them, as they rose three or four feet out of the water, clearing
the heads of the negroes, while several sprang right into their faces,
capsizing one stout fellow, and making two or three others howl and
caper in a way which set the midshipmen roaring with laughter. They
had, notwithstanding this, a capital haul, consisting of baracoutas,
snappers, gold and silver fish, Spanish mackerel, king-fish, and others.
Tom and Gerald, in their eagerness, rushed into the water to catch hold
of some of their prey, when a monster gave a grab at Paddy's fingers,
which made him spring back with alarm. The blacks directly after hauled
out a shark big enough to have bitten off his arm, if not to have
swallowed him. The same afternoon the adventurers got back to their
drogher, the overseer having liberally supplied them with as much
venison and fish as they could possibly consume. The chart was got out,
and a consultation held as to the place they should next visit. Captain
Quasho was called in.
"Take my 'vice, gent'men; wind fair for Saba--cur'us place--den call at
Saint Kitts--fine oranges dere. See Mount Misery--big craig up to de
sky, ten tousand feet high," (Quasho was a little over the mark), "and
so on to Nevis--lubly isle, and we get back to English Harbour in good
time. Yes; I forgot dere one more isle we go see. Me got broder dere.
Only one buckra, massa, and him family berry glad see officers; plenty
fun, oh yes! Den we stop a day or two and catch fish. Plenty fine fish
in dees seas, massa. Great big baracouta and glouper--him fifty pound
weight; and mauget, and hedgehog, and jew-fish; him wonderful good to
eat, fit for de Queen of England," and Quasho smacked his lips. "Den
dere is de snapper and flatfork, and squerrel and parot-fish, wid just
all de colours like de bird; and de abacore, almost as big as de
glouper; and, let me see, de doctor--him got lance in de tail, and so
him called doctor, ho! ho! and den dere is de king-fish, and de wattee,
de kind, de comaree, de convalby, de old wife, de cobbler, de ten
pounder, de garr, bolalwe, reay, de shew, and me don't saby how many
more." Quasho here ceased enumerating for want of breath, declaring
that he had not mentioned half the delicious and curious fish the buckra
officers were sure to catch if they tried; and that he would undertake
to procure hooks and lines should they wish it.
Quasho was not disinterested in giving this advice. The drogher was
hired by the day, and the longer she was out the more he pocketed. The
midshipmen did not reflect on this, and thought his advice good. Old
Higson also was in no hurry to get back to the ship to attend to the
unpleasant duties of the mate of the lower deck. He was captain for the
nonce, and command is sweet, even over a black crew and a set of
boisterous youngsters. The anchor was got up, and sail made accordingly
for Saba.
A moonlight night on the Caribbean Sea in fine weather is very
enjoyable, provided a person does not go to sleep with his eyes gazing
at the pale luminary, for if he escapes being moon-stricken he will
certainly get a stiff neck or suffer in some other way. The youngsters
enjoyed themselves to their hearts' content, and when tired of
skylarking with Spider, piped to supper, after which those not on watch
turned in. What were the rats, cockroaches, and centipedes swarming in
the little confined cabin, redolent of tobacco smoke and spirits, to
them? Not one-thousandth part as bad as the detestable mosquitoes on
the shores of the Barbuda lagoon, they agreed. So some occupied the
bunks--regular ovens--others the lockers, and Tom took possession of the
cabin-table, the least stifling spot, but tenable only--and that by no
human being but a midshipman--in moderate weather. Old Higson took the
first watch. Timmins, the master's-assistant was far too eloquent just
then to be trusted, and Norris was to have the middle watch. He at all
events was steady. Quasho, however, had taken more Montserrat rum on
board than was good for his intellects such as they were, and Higson
suspected that he was as likely to steer north as west, or to box the
compass if left in charge. Needham was perfectly sober; he was never
otherwise when at sea, for he had a strong head, and took but little
liquor. It might be too much to answer for him when the ship was paid
off. He preferred sleeping on deck to occupying a locker in the cabin;
and of course it would not have done to have sent him to sleep forward
with the blacks. He did once put his nose through the fore hatchway,
and as quickly withdrew it, coughing and spitting to get rid of the
disagreeable odour which ascended from below.
"To my mind, Mr Higson, them niggers are all as drunk as sows," he
said, coming aft, and touching his hat as he spoke. "Quasho and the
whole lot of them have turned in, and are snoring away like grampusses,
except Sambo here at the helm, and he's pretty well two sheets in the
wind."
Higson had not observed this when he came on deck after supper, for
Sambo, a big, powerful negro, was keeping the vessel's head the right
way, and steering a straight course.
"Well, Sambo, how is it with you?" he asked, to ascertain the condition
of the man.
"Me sober as judge," answered the helmsman, in a husky voice. "If de
oder black fellers for'ard take too mush rum, no fault o' mine. I mate
of de _Snapper_, and got character to lose."
"Take care you don't lose it then, my friend," said Higson. "I see how
it is. I shall have to put all hands on an allowance, and if you've got
any rum stowed away I must have it brought aft or hove overboard. You
understand me."
"Yez, massa ossifer, berry right," answered the black, with a grin.
"You can lie down, Needham, and be ready to keep watch with Mr Norris,"
said Higson. "If there isn't another nigger to relieve Sambo you can
take the helm, and as the weather promises to hold fine we shall do very
well."
In less than a minute Dick was asleep with a sail over his head, and
Higson paced the deck till past midnight. He then roused up Needham,
and sent him down to call Norris. Tom also awaking sprang on deck. As
soon as Higson had turned in, Sambo declared that he could no longer
stand at the helm, and Needham taking it the black dived into the
forepeak. A growling and chattering sound ascended, but no one
appeared. It was evident that the negroes considered the buckra
officers competent to manage the vessel, and had resolved to take their
ease. At daylight the occupants of the cabin came on deck well-baked.
They talked of heaving-to and bathing, but the fin of a shark appearing
above the surface made them change their minds, and they refreshed
themselves by heaving buckets of water over each other. The lazy crew
had not yet appeared.
"_We'll_ soon make them show themselves," said Higson; and he, Timmins,
and Norris, each taking a bucket full to the brim, hove the contents
simultaneously down the forepeak. A chorus of shrieks and shouts
instantly followed.
"Oh, ki! what happen! Oh lud--oh lud--we all go to be drowned!"
exclaimed the blacks, as springing from their berths they tried to make
their way on deck. Quasho, with eyes only half-open, bolted right
against Higson, sending him sprawling on the deck; the next man capsized
Timmins, and would have bolted overboard in his fright had not Tom and
Gerald caught him and hauled him back. The head of the big mate next
appeared, when those below catching him by the legs pulled him down
again, on which he began belabouring them with head and fists and heels
till one by one they made their escape, leaving him knocking his skull
against the deck, under the belief that he had some of them still under
him.
"A pretty set of fellows you are!" exclaimed Higson, rising to his feet.
"What would have become of us if we had been caught in a squall and
thrown on our beam-ends? No more grog for any of you this cruise--
you'll understand that?"
As soon as the big mate, now the most tipsy of the party, had been got
on deck, Higson and Timmins went below, but not a bottle of rum could
they find. There were a few cocoa-nuts and gourds in the lockers, and
other provisions, but that was all. As the place was horribly
unsavoury, they were glad to get on deck again.
"Buckra ossifer no find rum--rum all gone!" said Quasho, with a
well-feigned sigh. The other negroes grinned, and the big mate looked
highly amused, but said nothing. The fire in the caboose having been
lighted, the black skipper acting as cook, the midshipmen sat down to
breakfast. Everything now went smoothly enough. Spider afforded a fund
of amusement. As the wind was aft, it was too hot to do anything else
than play with him. The black crew, with the exception of the man at
the helm, lay down forward, and were soon fast asleep. When it was time
to relieve him, Captain Quasho kicked up one of the sleepers and sent
him aft, expediting his movements by a pretty sharp bang on the head
with a frying-pan, observing, "Me know how to keep discipline aboard de
_Snapper_, I tink." Thus the day wore on--luncheon and dinner occupying
a good deal of time, for, in spite of the heat, the midshipmen retained
their appetites. The heat increased as the sun rose. If it was hot on
deck it was hotter still in the cabin, which the stifling air and the
cockroaches rendered almost insupportable. Towards evening they came in
sight of the curious island of Saba, having the appearance of a high,
barren, conical-shaped rock rising directly out of the ocean. As they
got nearer, a few huts were seen at the base of the mountain, and in
front a flight of steps hewn out of the solid rock leading to the very
summit. They ran in and anchored close to the shore in a little cove.
As there was still an hour or more of daylight they agreed to land at
once, and explore the place that evening, so that they might sail again
next morning. Up the steps they climbed, for it was evident that they
must lead somewhere. On reaching the top, what was their surprise to
find themselves on the rim of a large circular basin, and looking down
on a small town standing in its midst surrounded by vegetable gardens
and orchards. The inhabitants received them very cordially not often
being troubled by visitors, and offered them the best the island could
supply, chiefly vegetables and fish, with the promise of a kid if they
would stay till the next day. An unsophisticated race were these Saba
islanders. "The world forgetting--by the world forgot." As there would
be no little risk of breaking their necks should they attempt to descend
the steps at night, the adventurers wished their hospitable entertainers
good-bye and returned to the shore. It was hot on the top of the hill,
it was hot everywhere; so they agreed that it would be as well to sail
at once, so as to have a longer time to spend at Saint Kitts and Nevis.
On hailing the _Snapper_, Needham came on shore in the boat. He was in
a state of great indignation. A fishing-boat had come alongside, when
Quasho with his mate and crew had gone away in her, carrying with them a
number of cocoa-nuts and gourds, which they said were to sell to the
people on shore; and they had coolly left word that they should not be
back till the next morning. "On this, sir," continued Dick, "I smelt a
rat; and on hunting about in the forepeak, I found a cocoa-nut half full
of rum. Thinks I to myself, that's just what they're going to fill the
others with; and when they come back they'll be as drunk as they were
last night, and we shall have to look after the craft instead of them."
"The rascals!" exclaimed Higson. "We'll go and kick them up before
they've had time to do that same. What do you say, boys?"
All were ready to accompany him, but Higson insisted that Tom and Gerald
and Archy should go on board and wait till he and the rest returned with
the runaways. "You can loose the sails and get ready for weighing as
the wind is off-shore. We shan't be long, depend on that," he said, as
he and the rest turned to make their way towards one of the huts, where
they hoped to learn what had become of Quasho and his crew.
Needham and the three youngsters returned on board, and busied
themselves as they had been directed. The heat was greater than they
had yet experienced since they had been in the West Indies, and they
were thankful to see the sun set, albeit, in an unusually ruddy glow,
hoping that it would be cooler at night. The wind had dropped
completely. There was little prospect of putting to sea that night.
"I don't half like the look of the weather, Mr Rogers," said Needham to
Tom, who had remained with him on deck, while Gerald and Archy were
making preparations for supper below. "I wish we were in a snugger
berth, where we could moor ship--that I do."
"Why the water is as calm as a millpond. I don't see how we can come to
any harm," answered Tom. The words were scarcely out of his mouth,
when, with the suddenness of a clap of thunder a fearfully loud rushing
sound was heard, as if the top of the mountain was hurtling down on
their heads. The next instant they were lifted almost off their legs,
and had they not clutched the shrouds they would have been carried
overboard. The breath of the hurricane was upon them. The loosened
canvas blew out and flapped wildly--the little vessel strained
desperately at her anchor, while the water hissed and foamed round her
bows. Gerald and Archy wondering what had happened, came rushing up
from below.
"What's to be done?" they both asked.
"The first thing is to get the mainsail and foresail stowed, and then to
strike the topmast," answered Needham.
With their united strength it was no easy matter to secure the mainsail.
It was done, however, in a way, when Needham casting his eyes towards
the shore, exclaimed--
"The drogher is drifting--we must veer out more cable!"
There were not many fathoms to spare. The fury of the blast, however,
had somewhat decreased, and the vessel appeared to be stationary.
Needham hurried aloft, and while the midshipmen hauled on the heel-rope
of the topmast--the shrouds and stays being slacked--he tugged away at
the fid. He had just got it out, when a second blast as furious as the
first burst on them--a loud report was heard. Ned slid down like
lightning from aloft, and sprang aft to the helm. Tom, who had run
forward, exclaimed--
"The cable has parted!"
"I know it," answered Ned. "Hoist a foot of the foresail, Mr Rogers."
The drogher spun round like a top, and off she flew before the
hurricane.
"Hadn't we better jump into the boat, and let the vessel go?" asked
Archy.
"We could never pull to shore in the teeth of this wind, sir," answered
Needham. "We can't get her on board, or tow her either--we must let her
go."
Meantime, Tom and Gerald had been busy in stowing the fore-sail and
securing the topmast shrouds and stays. As they looked aft for an
instant, they could just distinguish some figures on the shore; but amid
the wild tumult, no voices could be heard had they shouted ever so
loudly. Needham now called Tom and Gerald to take the helm while he
tried to find a storm staysail, hoping with a couple of feet of it set
to be able to scud before the hurricane.
"It's our only chance," he said, "we've no hope of beating back till
it's over--and the wider berth we give the island the better; for if the
wind shifts we may be blown right on it, and lose the craft and our own
lives too."
The prospect was an appalling one--but the midshipmen did not lose
heart. Away flew the drogher amid the roaring seas into the pitchy
darkness, which now settled down over the ocean.