Yes, biscuits--each of them as large as a small plate, and nearly half
an inch in thickness, smooth and round and pleasant to the touch, and of
a rich brown colour--I could tell the colour, for I knew from the feel
that they were real _sea_ biscuits; or, as they are generally styled,
"sailor's biscuits," to distinguish them from the white "captain's
biscuits," to which, in my opinion, they are superior--far sweeter and
more wholesome.
How sweet they tasted at that moment! for on the very instant that I got
hold of them, did I raise one to my mouth, and bite a large piece out of
its smooth circumference. Delicious morsel! a whole one was soon ground
into crumbs and swallowed, and then a second, and a third, and a fourth,
and a fifth, and perhaps still another! for I never thought of keeping
count, so long as hunger urged me to eat. Of course, I washed them down
with copious libations from the butt.
I remember no meal eaten during all my life that I enjoyed with so much
relish, as this one of biscuits and water. It was not simply from the
delight experienced by satisfying the cravings of a hungry stomach--
which of itself, as every one knows, is a high source of enjoyment--but
along with it, was the pleasure derived from my discovery--the
delightful consciousness, still fresh before my mind, that my life which
but the moment before I held as lost, was still to be spared me. Beyond
a question, the hand of Providence _had_ interposed to save my life.
I had no doubt that this was so. With such store both of food and
drink, I could live, despite the darkness of my dungeon, for weeks, for
months--until the voyage should come to an end, and the ship be emptied
of its cargo.
I felt sure of safety, as I made an inspection of my provision chest.
They came pouring forth, those precious cakes, spilling out at the
touch, and cracking together like castanets.
Their rattle was music to my ears. I thrust my hands into the box,
delighting to bury my fingers amid the rich profusion of its contents;
as the miser joys to revel among his heaps of gold. I thought I should
never tire groping among them, feeling how thick and large they were,
and drawing them out from the box, and putting them back into it, and
tumbling them about in every way. I acted just like a child with its
drum and its ball, its top and its orange, rolling them from side to
side; and it was a long time before I grew tired of this childlike play.
Long--I am sure I must have gone on in this way for nearly an hour,
before the excitement into which the discovery had put me cooled down,
and I could act and think calmly.
It is difficult to describe the sensation one feels, when suddenly
rescued from the jaws of death. Escape from an impending danger is
different, as one is not certain that the danger would end in death; for
there are few kinds of peril that produce the conviction that death must
be the event. When this conviction once enters the mind, and after that
the self-expecting victim survives, the sudden reaction from despair to
joy is a feeling of such intense happiness, as almost to cause
bewilderment. Men ere now have died of such joy, while others have gone
mad.
I neither died nor went mad; but could my behaviour have been observed
for some time after breaking open the biscuit-box, it might have been
_supposed_ that I was mad.
The first thing that restored me to calmer reflection, was the discovery
that the water was running from the cask, in a full jet. The aperture
was quite open. I was chagrined at making this observation--I may say,
terrified. I knew not how long the waste had been going on; the _sough_
of the sea outside prevented me from hearing it, and the water, as soon
as it fell, filtered off under the timbers of the vessel. Perhaps it
had been running ever since I last drank; for I had no recollection of
having put back the rag stopper. My excitement had hindered me from
thinking of it. If that were really the case, then there had been much
waste, and the thought filled me with dismay.
But an hour ago, I should have not so much regarded this loss of water.
Then I knew there would still be drink enough to outlast the food--to
last as long as I expected to live. Now, however, my altered prospects
caused me to regard the circumstance with very different ideas. I might
be months alive, and still cooped up behind the cask. Every drop of its
contents might be required. If it was to run short before the ship
reached her port, then I should be brought back to my original position,
and death by thirst would be my fate after all. No wonder, I perceived
with dismay that the stopper was out, and the stream was flowing!
I lost not a moment in pressing my fingers into the hole, and cutting
off the run. Then once more corking with the rag, I proceeded to carry
out my original design, of making a proper vent-peg of wood.
A piece was easily obtained from the board I had detached from the lid
of the box--for it was the lid that was towards me; and the soft deal,
yielding to the keen blade of my knife, was soon shaped into a conical
peg, that fitted exactly.
Brave sailor! how I blessed thee for thy gift!
I blamed myself much for this piece of negligence; and I felt regret,
too, that I had tapped the cask so low down. However, the latter had
been itself a measure of precaution; and at the time it was done, I had
but one thought, and that was to allay my thirst as quickly as possible.
It was fortunate I noticed the jet as soon as I did. Had it been
allowed to continue running, until it stopped of itself--in other words,
had the surface of the water sunk to the level of the tap-hole--then
would there have been but little left, scarce enough to have lasted me
for a week.
I endeavoured to ascertain what had been the amount of wastage, but I
could arrive at no satisfactory conclusion. I sounded the cask, by
striking it in different places with the butt end of my knife, but I
derived little knowledge from this. The creaking of the ship's timbers,
and the rush of the waves, prevented any observation of this kind from
being definite or accurate. I fancied that the blows gave back a very
hollow sound, as if a large space within was empty. If it were a fancy,
it was far from being a pleasant one; and I gave over my "soundings"
with a considerable feeling of uneasiness. Fortunately the tap was a
very small hole, and the jet from it of no great thickness. As near as
I could tell by the touch, and from the repeated application I had made
to it with my lips, this could not have been over the thickness of my
little finger, which at that time was not of much greater circumference
than a goose's quill. I knew that such a tiny stream would be a long
while in spending the contents of so large a tank; and I endeavoured to
recall to mind how long it might have been since I last drank. In this,
however, I was not successful. It seemed but a short while to me, but
excited as I had been, and confused in my ideas, it might have been an
hour, or even more. I was completely baffled in any calculation that I
attempted.
I remained for a considerable time, pondering upon some scheme by which
I might determine the quantity of water that still remained in the cask,
for about this I was now most anxious. Only one hour before, food had
been the source of my uneasiness; before that it had been drink; and now
once more drink was my trouble, for of meat I had a plenty.
I remembered having heard that brewers, coopers, and others whose
business lies among the great wine vaults of the docks, had a way of
telling pretty nearly the contents of a barrel of liquid, without
submitting them to actual measurement, but I had not heard how they
managed the matter. I regretted not having been told.
I thought of a plan by which I could have ascertained, to a nicety; but
I lacked the proper instrument to put it in execution. I understood
enough of hydraulics to know that water will rise to its own level if
guided by a pipe or tube; I knew, therefore, that if I had only
possessed a piece of hose, I could have attached it to the tap-hole, and
thus discovered how high the water stood in the cask.
But where was the hose or other pipe to be had? Of course I could not
get at what I desired in this way, and I relinquished the idea without
giving it farther consideration.
Just at this moment a better plan suggested itself, and I proceeded to
put it in execution. It was so simple, I wondered I had not thought of
it before. It was neither more nor less than to cut another hole
through the staves, higher up, and if need be another, and so on, until
I reached a point where the water ceased to run. This would give me the
knowledge I wanted.
Should I make my first hole too low, I could easily stop it with a peg,
and so with all the others.
It is true that I was laying out for myself a considerable amount of
work, but I rather liked this than otherwise. While employed, I should
feel much happier, as my occupation would enable me the better to pass
the time, and keep me from thinking too much of my miserable situation.
But just as I was about to commence my experiments on the butt, it
occurred to me that I had better try the other one--that which stood at
the end of my little chamber. Should this also prove to be a
water-cask, then I need be no longer uneasy, for surely two such great
vessels should contain enough to supply me during the longest voyage
that ever was made.
Without more ado, then, I turned upon the second cask, and commenced
drilling a hole in the end of it. I was not so excited as before, for I
did not feel that so much depended upon the result. For all that, it
caused me a good deal of disappointment, when, on getting the point of
my blade through to the inside, I discovered that the stream that came
jetting out was not water but pure brandy, which proved that it was a
brandy-cask I had tapped.
I again turned my attention to the water-butt; for I was now more
anxious than ever to ascertain how much it contained, since on this
depended my future safety.
Choosing a stave near the middle of the cask, I proceeded in the same
manner as I had done when making my first incision; and working
constantly for an hour or more, I felt the thin shell springing before
the point of my knife. My apprehensions were acute, though not so much
as on the former occasion. Then it was a matter of life or death,
almost upon the instant; now the contingency was more remote, and not
quite so definite or certain. Withal I could not help a strong feeling
of anxiety, nor could I avoid uttering an exclamation of delight, when I
felt the cold spring of water gushing along the blade of my knife. I
soon closed the slight aperture, and re-commenced my drilling process
upon the next stave higher up.
This I also penetrated in due time, and was again rewarded for my
patient labour by getting my fingers wet, from the inside.
Another step higher, with a result like.
Another, and the water came not. No matter, I was now far up near the
top of the cask. I had found water at the last boring but one. It must
stand still higher within. The cask, therefore, was more than three
parts full. Thank Heaven! There would be enough to last me for many
months!
I felt satisfied with the result, and, sitting down, I ate another
biscuit with as much relish and contentment as if I had been dining upon
turtle and venison at the table of a Lord Mayor.