CHAPTER XVII.

KINGSMILL's GROUP.--SINGULAR WHALING INCIDENT.--HARD AND FAST.--A

PERILOUS POSITION.

We now made our cruising-ground for a time among the islands of

Kingsmill's group, setting the starboard and larboard watches again,

as it was necessary to keep sail on the ship day and night, to avoid

drifting off the ground altogether. This necessity is owing not only

to the prevalence of the trade wind which blows in the same general

direction at all times, except when replaced for very short periods by

the "westerly monsoons," so called; but also to a current, varying more

or less in force, which sets to the westward all through this chain of

islands. These circumstances, in connection with the low and dangerous

character of some of the islets, as well as their uncertain position

on the charts, demanded great vigilance in the night watches, and the

strictest orders were given to the officers in this particular.

The scenes at Byron's Island were repeated at others with little

variation in general outline; for, almost as soon as land was seen,

the triangular sails would also make their appearance; and but few

days passed without communication and traffic with some of them. I

soon learned to judge of the age of a cocoanut before buying it,

for, as there is but one step from the sublime to the ridiculous,

so it requires but a short stage in the growth of the nut to change

the milk from Olympian nectar into the most insipid slops; while I

was careful not to rush blindly into _tikee moee-moee_ speculations

without investigating the matter to the very bottom. My little stock of

rarities in conchology was much augmented by small additions made at

various times; and I had rather more hats, as well as bigger ones, hung

up in my bunk, than the Arethusa had in her slopchest; for some of my

first purchases in this line would have set loosely on Daniel Lambert.

These little episodes, interspersed with the excitement of whaling

adventures, served effectually to break the monotony of a long cruise

at sea, and to make the time pass quickly and pleasantly. Sperm whales

are frequently seen, and we were successful, as a general thing,

in taking them. The whales here ran small in size; the cows seldom

yielding above twenty barrels, oftener fifteen or sixteen. Now and

then a school would be met with, accompanied by one old eighty-barrel

patriarch, or _schoolmaster_, as he might be not inaptly termed. Of

course, our principal efforts were directed to capturing this fellow,

if possible. In one instance, we succeeded quite unexpectedly, and in a

very singular manner.

We lowered in pursuit of a school of small whales, no large one having

been seen among them before we left the ship. The whales in some way

took the alarm before we got up to them, and when the mate called

me up, they had all gone down but one cow with a small calf. I drew

back my iron for a dart, but the cow had already pitched, and was too

far from me to make a safe thing of it. "Strike the calf!" said Mr.

Grafton; and, with a twinge of conscience at the cruelty of the deed, I

threw an iron at the infant whale, who seemed hardly able to carry it

off in his back. However, down he went, and we gave him line freely,

as we were fearful of drawing the iron. We felt pretty sure that when

he rose again, we should have a chance at the mother; and that chance

was good of the rest of the school "bringing to." In such a case, we

might get a good "cut" of oil, by striking a whale which, alone, was

of little or no value. He had "sounded out" forty or fifty fathoms of

line, when the strain suddenly relaxed, and the line hung slack. "We

are loose!" cried the mate, "haul in line!" then shouted to the other

two boats, who were hovering near us, to "Pull ahead!" They sprang to

their oars to take the next chance at the school when they should rise,

while we gathered in our stray line quite leisurely. Presently our

line seemed to be foul of something, which offered a strange kind of

resistance to our efforts; it did not bring up firmly, but seemed to be

grating or chafing against something, so that we still gained on it,

though making slow progress.

"What can be the matter?" I asked.

"I don't know," said Father Grafton. "I can't account for the line

acting this way." Just then there was another heavy surge upon it, then

that peculiar grating and slipping, and we got in two or three more

fathoms of it. "Something is under us," said he. "Slack line and stand

by your oars!"

We slacked away and sterned off a little. Presently there was a

commotion and lifting of the sea as it were, close ahead of us,

and with a roar as he broke water, the ponderous "junk" of a

"ninety-barreller" was forced up into view; he straightened, showing

us his vast breadth of beam, and then with a thundering flap of his

immense flukes upon the water, which half-drowned us all in the spray,

he started to windward, towing us after him! Astonishment held us all

mute for a moment, but the mate, seeing that he was fairly "harnessed,"

soon recovered his usual coolness.

"Clear away my lance!" said he to the bowman, as he placed the second

iron in the crotch ready for darting. "We're fast to him, Blacksmith,

but _how_, the Lord knows, _I_ don't. If that's the whale that you

struck, he has _grown_ out of all knowledge within a quarter of an

hour!"

The old man and second mate were coming to the rescue, having soon

perceived the state of affairs. They were as much puzzled, of course,

as we were; but, if we had hooked to the schoolmaster, that was enough

for the present. The second boat was soon fast, and when we hauled up

to lance, the mystery was explained. The large whale had fouled the

line with his lower jaw, and the strain had drawn the iron from the

little one. The monster in his struggles had rolled over and we had

been hauling the line across his jaw, till we had got the slack all

in, and the harpoon and pole had formed a toggil across his "jole" at

the corner of his mouth. In an hour's time we hauled him alongside the

ship, well pleased with the exchange we had involuntarily made of a

calf for a full-grown bull.

We had cruised this ground over, working down to leeward of Ocean and

Pleasant Islands, which lie somewhat detached from the main cluster of

the group, and, then taking the advantage of a westerly monsoon, which

brought us back to Byron's Island, we cruised it all over again. We had

taken about six hundred barrels of sperm oil, and it was nearly time

for us to be making a port, as we intended to take the next season "on

Japan."

We had been in sight of one of the islands one afternoon, and several

canoes came off for a short time, but the weather had been overcast

and rainy, and we had no observations of the sun; and as we had but an

indifferent one the day before, we were in doubt from what island the

canoes came. We knew we must be somewhere in the vicinity of Simpson's

and Henderville's Islands. The wind was light the first part of the

night, and we stood on the southern tack till midnight, when we wore

ship, and headed back to the northward. This was done in our watch,

and when we went below at three in the morning, it was cloudy weather

with light rain squalls. Nothing had been seen; the wind was light and

the sea unusually smooth, as it seemed to us, indicating that we were

under the lea of one of the islands. The second mate was cautioned

to keep a good lookout ahead and off the lee bow, and we went below,

feeling no uneasiness as it would be daylight in an hour. The captain

had been on deck at about two, and he thought from appearances and from

the strength of the current, that we must be to the westward of our

reckoning, and now under the lee of Woodle's Island, and, if so, we had

sea-room enough for the present.

The heat kept me awake for some time after I turned in, or rather lay

down on my chest-lid, for I could not endure the temperature in the

bunk, and the weather was too damp to take my jacket and pillow on

deck, or into one of the quarter-boats as I was in the habit of doing

when it was fine and dry. I could hear Mr. Dunham and Fisher moving

about and talking over me, for a short time; then all was still, and

overcome by drowsiness I fell asleep.

A trembling movement of the ship with a grinding sound beneath me

brought my feet to the floor with a bound; my trousers and hat were

seized at the same instant, and the mate, Mr. Bunker, and myself

reached the deck all at once, crowding each other on the stairs. The

captain was already there. None of us asked another what was the

matter; we seemed to wake with an instinctive understanding of the

whole truth in its painful aggregate; and our first glances around were

merely to take in the details of the situation.

Cocoanut trees were looming on the starboard bow, seeming in the gray

light to overhang the ship, and gradually receding along the beam and

quarter, as the land trended to the south-east. All was clear blue

water off the lee bow, but day had broken, and a line of cocoanut trees

against the western skies indicated another island within a few miles

off the lee beam. We had run on the lee end of one of the islands, for

the line of the reef, as marked by the color of the water, was only one

point off the port bow. A quarter of a mile more off would have carried

us all clear, and into the channel between the two. The wind was very

light, and partially embayed as we were it was so smooth that there was

little or no breaker near the ship, and she scarcely moved after the

first shock of running on the reef.

I had taken these few hasty notes while we were hauling everything in

aback, with the hope of forcing her astern, but the power of her sails

was not sufficient with so light a breeze. The pumps were tried, but

showed no leak, and the hand lead was passed along for sounding. No

questions were asked, no fault found, though we all understood well

enough how it happened. As I have before intimated, the second mate,

though so good an officer in all other respects, had the fatal weakness

of falling to sleep at his post. I knew as well as if I had seen it

myself, that after stirring about a short time and setting a lookout,

he had sat down and dropped off into the land of Nod. Of course, if the

officer of the deck sleeps, all the rest will be likely to follow his

example; Jack not being disposed to take upon himself any cares for

which an other is better paid. I have no doubt to this day, that, at

the moment the ship struck, every man was asleep, both above and below

deck, but the captain, who was just coming up the stairs.

The hand lead gave eight feet of water under the bow on the starboard

side. From this depth it was evident the reef rose abruptly; as,

ten feet ahead of us the rock was dry and our martingale was almost

touching it. Under the larboard bow we got ten feet, and a boat's

length from the ship the lead indicated five fathoms. The kedge anchor

was being prepared for service, for we could hear the voices of natives

on the beach, and doubtless the canoes would surround us as soon as

daylight should arrive, and the alarm be spread; so that whatever was

to be done must be done soon or we should have to fight an army of

hostile savages. But soundings taken thirty yards from the ship gave

sixty fathoms off the port bow, and at fifty yards distance no bottom

was reached with a hundred and fifty fathoms. No kedging could be done

in that direction to swing her bow off. We sent the boat astern with

no better success. The deep sea line failed to find any bottom, and it

was evident the ship hung by her bow only, on the very angle of a reef

which rose boldly from the depths of the ocean. Under the fore-chains

we had fourteen feet, which was enough to have floated the ship. We

had the satisfaction of knowing that a pull of a couple of fathoms in

either of two directions would place her in her native element, but how

were we to get it? Our kedge anchor was useless, owing to the great

depth of water on the off side and astern of us. A strong breeze acting

upon the head sails thrown aback would probably have done the work for

us.

Daylight, while it gave us a clear view of our position, also brought

new dangers, for several canoes were already hovering near, and others

could be seen shoving out all along the beach. We could see that the

men were all armed, and that no women were in any of the canoes. This

was sufficient evidence that they meant mischief, and would venture

an attack upon us in our crippled position, which they would not dare

make if we were under way. However, we knew their wholesome dread of

fire-arms, and trusted to be able to keep them at bay, if we could

contrive any purchase to haul the ship off the ledge. But one way of

doing this presented itself; and we at once set about the necessary

preparations for availing ourselves of it.

About two hundred yards from us, in a line nearly astern, a point or

projection of the coral reef made out in a south-west direction, the

rock being but little more than dry at high water; and in the scanty

soil on this point, three cocoanut trees had firmly rooted themselves,

one of them inclining so much seaward, that its lofty tuft of branches

must have almost brushed the sails of the ship as she passed in by

it. If a line could be carried to these trees, and brought in at the

taffrail to the capstan or windlass, we could heave the ship off,

without doubt; but the undertaking involved considerable risk. The two

cutting falls were unrove from the blocks and connected by a bend,

which formed a rope long enough for our purpose, and of sufficient

strength to bear all the strain that we should want to heave. This

was all placed in one boat, in two large coils well spread out on top

of the thwarts. Only one man was to go in this boat, at the steering

oar, and the position was assigned to me. The other two boats were

lowered, and manned with full crews, the second and third mates being

placed in command. All the fire-arms had in the mean time been loaded,

six-pounder and all; and most of the muskets were distributed in the

boats, as there was no fear of the savages making an attack on the ship

at present. They would wait to concentrate all their fighting force

before doing so.

When we had completed our preparations there were not more than twenty

canoes assembled, averaging about five men to each; and these were,

thus far, acting only as a squadron of observation; but two had made

their appearance ahead of the ship coming round the end of the reef,

being the advance guard of another fleet from the north side of the

island, while the number of triangular sails momentarily increasing off

the lee beam and quarter promised large reinforcements from the other

island. It was low tide when the ship ran ashore, and the flood was now

beginning to make; a couple of hours would, doubtless, give us water

enough to haul her off.

The second mate's boat, pulled in advance, towing the boat in which

I was steering, loaded with the hawser. Mr. Bunker, with the third

boat, followed close in my wake, as rear guard, carrying the end of a

light whale line which was paid out from the ship. The six-pounder was

trained for a covering fire, but no fire-arms were to be used, nor any

violence offered, except in case of the last necessity. The natives in

the canoes intently watched our movements, paddling a little towards

us, but resting again, as they saw the number of muskets in the two

boats. They, of course, understood our manoeuvre, but to oppose our

landing would involve more risk from the guns than they cared to run.

Thus holding them in awe, the operation was performed without a shot,

the first boat only being beached. The crew jumped out, pulled the end

of the hawser ashore by a piece of small line, hitched it securely

round two trees which grew close together, while the end of the whale

line was being bent to the other end of the coil; a wave of my hat gave

the signal to "haul away!" I laid the boat round, was taken in tow by

the third mate, and we returned to the ship paying out the hawser from

both coils at once.

When about midway between the shore and the ship, having paid all out

and thrown the bight clear of the boat, I was startled by a man under

water swimming towards the hawser. I called to Mr. Bunker to "heave

up," for it instantly occurred to me what his purpose was. He was

nearly under the head of my boat, and gradually rising towards the

surface as he approached his object. My boat-spade, keen as a razor,

with a light warp attached to it, lay convenient to my hand. I seized

it with a nervous grasp, feeling that it had fallen to my duty to shed

the first blood in this affair. The savage was coming up; already his

arm was outstretched to grasp the hawser. I could see a knife gleaming

in his other hand. My spade descended with careful aim upon his right

arm, his ugly head rose to the surface in a pool of blood, and with an

unearthly yell he struck out with one arm towards the canoes, holding

aloft the stump of the other, cut clear off between the shoulder and

the elbow!

The hawser was safe for the present; another minute and it was hauled

taut and taken to the windlass, the tension bringing it above the

surface. A boat's crew, well armed, remained on the point to protect

that end; and in order to divide it at any point, the person attempting

it must raise his head out of water and expose himself to almost

certain death; for keen eyes were sighting loaded muskets both from the

taffrail and the beach. We hove a severe strain at the windlass, but it

was evident we could not start her yet; we must wait the rise of the

tide, and, in the mean time, our chief attention must be devoted to the

protection of our hawser. If our enemies could divide this, they would

gain time and assemble a large force so as to overpower and massacre

the whole of us. The division from the north side of the island were

apparently all in sight now, and were forming a junction with their

comrades, the whole force amounting to about forty canoes with two

hundred fighting men, their arms being clubs and spears of wood, set

thickly with rows of shark's teeth. We made no attempt to prevent the

junction of the two fleets, for we did not mean to waste a charge of

powder, but reserve it for an emergency. If we could protect our hawser

and get another hour or two of flood tide, we did not fear a legion of

them when under way; and this we hoped to effect before the arrival of

the fleet from Woodle's island, which numbered some thirty canoes more.

The women and children of the island, with a few old men whose fighting

days were gone by, had all assembled on the beach at a short distance

from the ship, anxiously waiting the progress of events. They kept up a

terrible yelling and shouting to the warriors in the canoes, apparently

urging them on to attack us. After a time, becoming emboldened by

impunity, a party of them ran down on the rocks ahead of the ship, and

saluted us with a volley of stones, some of which came in over the

bows, falling among us. To get rid of this annoyance the six-pounder,

with only a charge of powder and wad was now trained in that direction

and fired over their heads. The effect was all we could have desired;

the rabble retreated to what they considered a safe distance, and

ventured no more within range.

From time to time we tried a little additional strain on the hawser,

and at length had the satisfaction of feeling the ship tremble and

waver a little under our efforts. On sounding now we found thirteen

feet as far forward as the fore-swifter, and it was evident we hung by

only a few feet of the keel from the cutwater aft.

"The hawser does not pull in the direction that we could wish it did,"

said the old man, now in consultation with the mate at the taffrail.

"It'll pull her off without doubt if we can wait half an hour or more.

But in that time, those devils will get here from Woodle's, and we

shall be surrounded with enemies. Besides, I am getting anxious about

Mr. Dunham and his crew, who are held at bay there on the point. You

see, the hawser pulls rather too much to seaward and grinds her

starboard bow hard against the ledge. I think by the feeling of her,

that if that could be slacked up suddenly her stern would swing in, and

perhaps she might slide off sideways."

"I think so too," said Mr. Grafton. "But it's a ticklish thing,

because, as soon as that hawser is slacked into the water, they'll make

an attempt to cut it, if they've got another knife among them, which is

doubtful. It would be bungling work cutting it with any of their own

instruments."

"We must risk it, at any rate," said the old man, after considering a

moment. "Those canoes will be here in a few minutes, and then we shall

have a general attack. We'll try it, and if she does not swing as we

expect we'll heave right in again, and wait the tide as we have been

doing. Stand by to come up that hawser at the windlass! Sharp eyes out

now at the taffrail! Keep your guns ready, and if you see a head come

up near that hawser, _don't miss him!_"

He waved his hand to the windlass bits; the fall "rendered" round the

barrel with a heavy surge, and the ship swung, as he had expected. Her

stern trended in shore till she was about half broadside on; and her

bow, sliding and grinding on the rocks, forced itself partly off, but

hung again, now without motion.

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