HOMEWARD BOUND
I heartily appreciated the Earl of ----'s theory of sea-beds when I
sprang into my narrow shelf of bunk, and found myself buoyant on some
very miracle of spring mattress. I slept as soundly as one who sleeps
to wake no more; but on going on deck some little while before the
breakfast was served, I was grievously disappointed to find a wet day.
There was very little wind, but the sky was one dismal surface of
leaden cloud, from which the rain was falling almost perpendicularly
with a sort of obstinacy of descent that was full of the menace of a
tardy abatement. Fortunately, the horizon lay well open; one could see
some miles, and the steamer was washing along at her old pace--a full
thirteen, with a nearly becalmed collier, ragged, wet and staggering,
all patches and bentinck-boom, dissolving rapidly into the weather over
the starboard quarter. Captain Verrion, in streaming oilskins,
catching sight of my head, came aft to inquire if I had slept
comfortably. We then talked of the weather.
"One may know the English Channel ain't fur off, sir," said he, with a
grin, as he looked up at the sky.
"Ay," said I, "and how would it be with us if we depended upon sails?
There is better music to me in the noise of your engine-room than in
the finest performance of the first opera orchestra in the world."
He respectfully assented; and to kill the time as I stood under
shelter, I asked a few questions about the earl and countess, related
our adventures, taking care, however, to let him suppose that we were a
young married couple out on a yachting honeymoon--not that I said this;
I allowed him to infer it; spoke of the chances of the _Spitfire_, and
then seeing Grace at the foot of the ladder, joined her, and presently
we were at breakfast.
It rained incessantly, but, happily, the wind remained small, and we
travelled along as quietly in that three hundred and fifty ton yacht as
though we reposed in the saloon of an Atlantic giantess. A number of
volumes filled the shelves of a sumptuous bookcase; I took the liberty
of seeking for a book for Grace, and found that the collection
consisted almost entirely of novels. His lordship was as wise in his
choice of literature for sea-going purposes as in his taste for
spring-mattresses, for what but a novel in a yacht's cabin on a wet day
can fix the attention?
It was some time after three o'clock in the afternoon, that on a sudden
the engines were "slowed down," as I believe the term is, and a minute
later the revolutions of the propeller ceased. There is always
something startling in the abrupt cessation of the pulsing of the screw
in a steamer at sea. One gets so used to the noise of the engines, to
the vibrating sensation communicated in a sort of tingling throughout
the frame of the vessel by the thrashing blades, that the suspension of
the familiar sound falls like a loud and fearful hush upon the ear.
Grace, who had been dozing, opened her eyes.
"What can the matter be?" cried I.
As I spoke I heard a voice, apparently aboard the yacht, hailing. I
pulled on my cap, turned up the collar of my coat, and ran on deck
expecting to find the yacht in the heart of a thickness of rain and fog
with some big shadow of a ship looming within biscuit-toss. It was
raining steadily, but the sea was not more shrouded than it had been at
any other hour of the day, saving perhaps that something of the
complexion of the evening, which was not far off, lay sombre in the wet
atmosphere. I ran to the side and saw at a distance of the length of
the steam yacht, my own hapless little dandy, the _Spitfire_! Her main
mast was wholly gone, yet I knew her at once. There she lay, looking
far more miserably wrecked than when I had left her, lifting and
falling forlornly upon the small swell, her poor little pump going,
plied, as I instantly perceived, by the boy, Bobby Allett.
I had sometimes thought of her as in harbour, and sometimes as at the
bottom of the sea, but never, somehow, as still washing about, helpless
and sodden, with a gushing scupper and a leaky bottom. Caudel, poor
old Caudel, stood at the rail shouting to Captain Verrion, who was
singing out to him from the bridge.
I rushed forward, bawling to Captain Verrion, "That's the _Spitfire_;
that's my yacht!" and then at the top of my voice I shouted across the
space of water between the two vessels, "Ho, Caudel! where are the rest
of you, Caudel? For God's sake launch your boat and come aboard!"
He stood staring at me, dropping his head first on one side, then on
the other, doubting the evidence of his sight, and reminding one of the
ghost in Hamlet: "It lifted up its head and did address itself to
motion as it would speak." Astonishment appeared to bereave him of
speech. For some moments he could do nothing but stare, then up went
both hands with a gesture that was eloquent of--"Well, I'm _blowed_!"
"Come aboard, Caudel! Come aboard!" I roared, for the little dandy
still had her dinghey and I did not wish to put Captain Verrion to the
trouble of fetching the two fellows.
With the motions and air of a man dumb-founded, or under the influence
of drink, Caudel addressed the lad, who dropped the pump handle, and
between them they launched the boat, smack-fashion. Caudel then sprang
into her with an oar and sculled across to us. He came floundering
over the side, and yet again stood staring at me as though discrediting
his senses. The colour appeared to have been washed out of his face by
wet; his very oilskins seemed to have surrendered their water-proof
properties, and they clung to his frame as soaked rags would. His
boots were full of water, and his eyes resembled pieces of jellyfish
fixed on either side his nose. I grasped his hand.
"Of all astonishing meetings, Caudel! But how is it that you are here?
What has become of the main mast? Where are the rest of the men?
Never did a man look more shipwrecked than you. Are you thirsty? Are
you starving?"
By this time Captain Verrion had joined us, and a knot of the steamer's
crew stood on the forecastle looking first at the _Spitfire_, then at
Caudel; scarcely, I daresay, knowing as yet whether to feel amused or
amazed at this singular meeting. Caudel had the slow, laborious mind
of the merchant sailor. He continued for some moments to heavily and
damply gaze about him, then said:
"Dummed if this ain't wonderful, too. To find you here, sir! and your
young lady, Mr. Barclay?"
"Safe and well in the cabin," I answered; "but where are the others,
Caudel?"
"I'll spin you the yarn in a jiffy, sir!" he answered, with a
countenance that indicated a gradual recollection of his wits. "Arter
you left us we got some sail upon the yacht; but just about sundown it
breezed up in a bit of a puff and the rest of the mast went overboard,
a few inches above the deck. Well, there we lay. There was nothen to
be done. Job Crew, he says to me, 'What's next?' says he. 'What but a
tow home,' says I. 'It'll have to be that,' says he, 'and pretty
quick, too,' he says, 'for I've now had nigh enough of this
galliwanting.' Job was awanting in sperrit, Mr. Barclay. I own I was
surprised to hear him, but I says nothen, and Dick Files, _he_ says
nothen, and neither do Jim Foster. Well, at daybreak a little barque
bound to the River Thames comes along and hails us. I asked her to
give me a tow that I might have a chance of falling in with a tug. The
master shook his head, and sings out that he'd take us aboard, but we
wasn't to talk of _towing_. On this Job says, 'Here goes for my
clothes.' Jim follows him. Dick says to me, 'What are you going to
do?' 'Stick to the yacht,' says I. He was beginning to argue. 'No
good atalking,' says I, 'here I am and here I stops.' Wouldn't it have
been a blooming shame," he added, turning slowly to Captain Verrion,
"to have deserted that there dandy when nothen's wanted but an
occasional spell at the pump, and when something was bound to come
along presently to give us a drag?"
Captain Verrion nodded, with a little hint of patronage, I thought, in
his appreciative reception of Caudel's views.
"Well, to make an end of the yarn, Mr. Barclay," continued Caudel,
"them three men went aboard the barque, taking their clothes with 'em;
but when I told Bobby to go too, 'No,' says he, 'I'll stop and help ye
to pump, sir.' There's the makings of a proper English sailor, Mr.
Barclay, in that there boy," he exclaimed, casting his eyes at the lad
who had again addressed himself to the pump.
"And here you've been all day?" said I.
"All day, sir, and all night too, and a dirty time it's bin."
"Waiting for something to give you a tow, with a long black night at
hand?"
"Mr. Barclay," said he, "I told ye I should stick to that there little
dandy, and I wouldn't break my word for no man."
"You sha'n't be disappointed," said Captain Verrion, bestowing on
Caudel a hearty nod of approval, this time untinctured by
condescension, "give us the end of your tow rope and we'll drag the
dandy home for ye."
"Cap'n, I thank 'ee," said Caudel.
"You and the boy are pretty nigh wore out, I allow," exclaimed Captain
Verrion. "I'll put a couple of men aboard the _Spitfire_. How often
do she want pumping?"
"'Bout every half hour."
"You stay here," said Captain Verrion, looking with something of
commiseration at Caudel, who, the longer one surveyed him, the more
soaked, ashen, and shipwrecked one found him. "I'll send for the boy,
and you can both dry yourselves and get a good long spell of rest."
He left us to give the necessary orders to his men, and, whilst the
steamer launched her own boat, I stood talking with Caudel, telling him
of our adventures aboard the _Carthusian_, of our marriage, and so
forth. He listened very gravely whilst I talked of my marriage.
"I fear it's a sham," said I, "but it will be something to strengthen
my hands with when I come to tackle Lady Amelia."
"A sham!" cried he, "no fear, sir. If you've been married by the
master of a ship, there's no more splicing wanted. You're a wedded
man. There can be no breaking away from it."
"How do you know?" said I, wondering whether he _did_ know.
"How do I know, sir? Why, the master of a ship can do anything aboard
his own craft, and whatever he does is lawful."
This was mere forecastle superstition, and I saw that he did _not_ know.
"Anyway, Caudel," said I, "the wedding ring is on the young lady's
finger. Captain Verrion has noticed it, and I shall feel obliged by
your calling her Mrs. Barclay whenever you have occasion to speak of
her. Give Allett that hint, too, will you?"
I had got into the shelter of the companion whilst I talked, and Grace,
hearing my voice, called to me to tell her why the steamer had stopped,
and if there was anything wrong.
"Come here, my darling," said I. She approached and stood at the foot
of the steps. "We have fallen in with the _Spitfire_, Grace, and here
is Caudel."
She uttered an exclamation of astonishment. He directed his
oyster-like eyes into the comparative gloom, and then catching sight of
her, knuckled his forehead, and exclaimed, "Bless your sweet face! And
I am glad indeed, mum, to meet ye and find you both well and going home
likewise." She came up the steps to give him her hand and I saw the
old sailor's face working as he bent over it.
The steamer made a short job of the _Spitfire_; but a very little
manoeuvring with the propeller was needful; a line connected the two
vessels; the yacht's boat returned with the boy Bobby, leaving three of
the steamer's crew in the dandy; the engine-room bell sounded,
immediately was felt the thrilling of the engines in motion, and
presently the _Mermaid_ was ripping through it once more with the poor
little dismasted _Spitfire_ dead in her wake. I sent for the boy, and
praised him warmly for his manly behaviour in sticking to Caudel.
Captain Verrion then told them both to go below and get some hot tea,
and put on dry clothing belonging to them, that had been brought from
the dandy.
"I'm thinking, sir," said he, when Caudel and the other had left, "that
I can't do better than run you into Mount's Bay. I never was at
Penzance, but I believe there's a bit of a harbour there, and no doubt
a repairing slipway, and I understood that Penzance was your
destination all along."
I assured him that he would be adding immeasurably to his kindness, by
doing as he proposed, "but as to the _Spitfire_," I continued, "I
sha'n't spend a farthing upon her. My intention is to sell her, and
divide what she will fetch amongst those who have preserved her. I
have had more of the _Spitfire_ than I want, Captain Verrion, and
though I am glad to know that she is towing astern, I protest--assuming
the safety of her crew assured--that it would not have caused me a pang
to learn she had gone to the bottom."
"Well, sir, we'll head for Mount's Bay then. It will be a saving of
some few hours of sea anyway for the lady," and with that he trudged
forward.
From the shelter of the companion hatch we could just catch a view over
the steamer's taffrail of the _Spitfire_ as she came sliding after us
to the pull of the tow-rope. With linked arms Grace and I stood
looking at her. The air was darkening to the descent of the evening
shadow, the rain poured continuously; but the wind was gone. The sea
undulated in an oil-like surface, and the rain as it fell pitted the
water with black points, as of ink. The melancholy of the scene was
unspeakably heightened by that detail of mutilated, dismasted yacht
astern, and by the tragic significance she gathered for us as we stood
looking, recalling the night of the elopement, our stealthy floating
out of Boulogne harbour, the gale that had nearly foundered us, and our
escape that might well seem miraculous to our land-going eyes as we
noticed her littleness and her present helplessness, and remembered the
height of the seas which ran, and the hurricane weight of storm which
she had survived.
We killed the evening with books and talk, and the minutes fled with
the velocity of the flight of birds. Our sailor steward informed us
that Caudel and the boy had turned in after making a hearty supper and
were sleeping like dead men. I stood awhile in the companion to smoke
a pipe before going to bed; but at that hour the night was as black as
thunder, the wet hissed upon our decks as it fell; yet upon the white
waters of the steamer's wake the dim configuration of the little
_Spitfire_ was visible, with her weak side-lights of red and green
dimly glimmering over the pale, faint stream of froth that rushed from
the _Mermaid's_ counter to the dandy's sides.
It was possibly the thoughts and memories induced by the obscure and
melancholy vision of the little fabric in our wake that rendered me
nervous. I thought to myself--here we are steaming at ten or twelve
knots an hour through a thick, coal-black night; suppose we should
plunge into some wooden or metal side? Some such apprehensions as
this, not quite idle nor unmanly either, dismissed me to my cabin with
a resolution to lie down fully clothed, and for three hours I lay wide
awake, listening to the restless grinding of the engines and to the
sounds of water flowing swiftly past. I then rose, and felt my way up
the companion steps, not doubting to find the same black, weeping night
I had left; instead of which my mind was instantly relieved by the
spectacle of a high, clear sky, crowded with stars, with the firm ebony
line of the horizon showing sharp against the distant starry reaches,
and within half a mile of us on our starboard beam the huge shape of an
ocean steamer, some vessel from who shall tell what distant part of the
world--the Cape, the Indies, the far-off Australias--sliding past us it
seemed almost half as fast again as we ourselves were going, a vast
symmetric shadow, like an island, with ore bright point of light only
visible to my eyes.
I waited until she had drawn ahead, then turned in afresh, this time
between the sheets, and slept like a top.
The change of weather, the clearness of the night helped us, and some
time about two o'clock on the afternoon of Monday the _Mermaid_, with
the _Spitfire_ in tow, was steaming into Mount's Bay. I stood with
Grace on my arm looking. The land seemed as novel and refreshing to
our sight as though we had kept the sea for weeks and weeks. The sun
stood high, the blue waters delicately brushed by the light wind ran in
foamless ripples, the long curve of the parade with the roofs of houses
past it dominated by a church came stealing out of the green slopes and
hills beyond. A few smacks from Newlyn were putting to sea, and the
whole picture that way was rich with the dyes of their canvas.
The steamer was brought to a stand when she was yet some distance from
Penzance harbour, but long before this we had been made out from the
shore, and several boats were approaching to inquire what was wrong and
to offer such help as the state of the _Spitfire_ suggested. Caudel
and Captain Verrion came to us where we were standing, and the former
said:
"I'm going aboard the dandy now, sir. I'll see her snug and will then
take your honour's commands."
"Our address will be my cousin's house, which is some little distance
from Penzance," I answered; "here it is," and I pulled out a piece of
paper and scribbled the address upon it. "You'll be without anything
in your pocket, I daresay," I continued, handing him five sovereigns.
"See to the boy, Caudel, and if he wants to go home you must learn
where he lives, for I mean to sell that yacht there, and there'll be
money to go to him. And so farewell for the present," said I, shaking
the honest fellow heartily by the hand.
He saluted Grace, and went over the side, followed by Bobby Allett, and
both of them were presently aboard the little _Spitfire_.
"There are boats coming," exclaimed Captain Verrion, "which will tow
your dandy into Penzance harbour, sir. Will you go ashore in one of
them, or shall I have one of the yacht's boats lowered for you?"
Thanking him heartily, I replied that one of the Penzance boats would
do very well, and then looking into my pocket-book and finding that I
had no more gold about me than I should need, I entered the cabin, sent
the sailor attendant for some ink, and wrote a couple of cheques, one
of which I asked Captain Verrion to accept for himself, and to
distribute the proceeds of the other amongst his crew. He was
reluctant to take the money, said that the earl was a born gentleman
who would wish him to do everything that had been done, that no sailor
ought to receive money for serving people fallen in with in a condition
of distress at sea; but I got him to put the cheques into his pocket at
last, and several boats having by this time come alongside, I shook the
worthy man by the hand, thanked him again and again for his treatment
of us, and went with Grace down the little gangway ladder into the boat.
We had no sooner quitted the yacht than the engine-room bell rang, and
the beautiful fabric was in motion, and before our boatmen had measured
a dozen strokes, the steamer's stern was at us, with Captain Verrion
flourishing his brass-bound cap to us from the bridge. There were two
boats alongside my wretched little dandy, and so quiet was the day that
I could hear Caudel talking to their occupants. But I was now wholly
done with her; honest Caudel and Bobby Allett were safe, and I could
think of little more than of the string of adventures I should have to
relate to my cousin, and of what was beyond, what Lady Amelia was going
to do, whether it might come to my cousin being unable to publish the
banns for us, and whether the darling at my side had been made my true
and lawful wife by Captain Parsons' recital of the marriage service.
On landing we proceeded to the Queen's Hotel where I ordered dinner,
and then wrote a letter to my cousin asking him and his wife to come to
us as speedily as possible, adding that we had been very nearly
shipwrecked and had met with some strange adventures, the narrative of
which, if attempted, must fill a very considerable bundle of
manuscript. This done I told the waiter to procure me a mounted
messenger, and within three quarters of an hour of our arrival at
Penzance my letter was on its way at a hard gallop to the little
straggling village of ---- of which Frank Howe was vicar.
When we had dined I stood with Grace at the window of the sitting-room
that overlooked the noble bight of Mount's Bay. On our left rose the
lofty Marazion hills, with the little town of Marazion lying white at
the eastern base of the range, and beyond ran the dark blue loom of
Cudden Point melting into the dim azure of the Lizard district. The
sun was in the west, his light was red, and this warm dye made a
glorious autumn picture of that sweep of cliff embraced waters.
Several colliers lay high and dry on the mud just abreast of the town,
but the _Spitfire_ had vanished, towed, as I might suppose, by boats to
the security of the harbour that was hidden from me. Far past the
distant giant foreland point was an orange-coloured sail showing like a
delicate edge of cloud over the edge of the blue, lens-like rim of the
sea. I thought of the _Carthusian_--of our sea marriage--and lifting
my darling's hand, toyed mechanically with the wedding-ring upon it,
whilst I looked at her.
She had been pale and nervous ever since our arrival; her delight in
being safely ashore at last had seemed but a short-lived sensation.
She looked at the ring with which I was toying and said:
"What shall I do with this thing?"
"Go on wearing it down to the time when it will be necessary to remove
it in order to replace it."
"And what will your cousin think of me--a clergyman! And his wife is a
clergyman's daughter. Oh, Herbert!" she added, sighing in a shuddering
way.
"They will admire you, they will consider you the sweetest of girls.
What else can they think, Grace?"
But her mood was what it had been at the time we sailed out of Boulogne
harbour. She was depressed, frightened, acutely sensitive, dreading
opinion, and all to such a degree that she could utter nothing which
was not full of apprehension and regret, so that anyone who had watched
us unseen must have concluded that either we were not lovers, or that
we had been married much longer than our tender years suggested. But
lovers we were all the same! and however it might have been with _her_
in that little passage of worry, uncertainty, and nervousness, she had
never been dearer to me; never had I felt prouder of winning her heart,
nor more triumphant in my possession of her.