_Paladore_.
I have heard,
Have read bold fables of enormity,
Devised to make men wonder, and confirm
The abhorrence of our nature; but this hardness
Transcends all fiction.
LAW OF LOMBARDY.
We must now relate what had occurred on deck during the struggle of
Newton to escape from his prison. At one o'clock, Jackson had
calculated that in an hour, or less, the brig would strike on the reef.
He took the helm from the man who was steering, and told him that he
might go below. Previous to this, he had been silently occupied in
coiling the hawser before the door of Newton's cabin, it being his
intention to desert the brig, with the seamen, in the long boat, and
leave Newton to perish. When the brig dashed upon the reef, which she
did with great violence, and the crew hurried upon deck, Jackson, who
was calm, immediately proceeded to give the orders which he had already
arranged in his mind; and the coolness with which they were given
quieted the alarm of the seamen, and allowed them time to recall their
scattered senses. This, however, proved unfortunate to Jackson. Had
they all hurried in the boat at once, and shoved off; he would in all
probability have been permitted to go with them, and Newton in the hurry
of their self-preservation, would have been forgotten; but his cool
behaviour restored their confidence, and, unhappily for him, gave the
seamen time to reflect. Every one was in the boat; for Jackson had
quietly prepared and put into her what he considered requisite, when one
of the men called out for Newton.
"Damn Newton now!--save your own lives, my lads. Quick in the boat, all
of you."
"Not without Mr Newton!" cried the men, unanimously. "Jump down, Tom
Williams, and see where he is; he must sleep devilish sound."
The sailor sprung down the companion hatch, where he found the hawser
coiled against the door, and heard Newton struggling inside. It was
enough. He hastened on deck, and told his companions; adding, that "it
would take half an hour to get the poor fellow out, and that's longer
than we dare stay, for in ten minutes the brig will be to pieces."
"It is you, you murdering rascal, who did it!" cried the man to Jackson.
"I tell you what, my lads, if poor Mr Newton is to die, let this
scoundrel keep him company."
A general shout proclaimed the acquiescence of the other seamen in this
act of retributive justice. Jackson, with a loud oath, attempted to
spring into the boat, but was repelled by the seamen; again he made the
attempt, with dreadful imprecations. He was on the plane-sheer of the
brig, and about to make a spring, when a blow from a handspike (the same
handspike with which he had murdered the unfortunate seaman) struck him
senseless, and he fell back into the lee-scuppers. The boat then shoved
off, and had not gained more than two cables' lengths from the vessel,
when Newton effected his escape and ran on deck, as narrated in our last
chapter.
The brig had now beat up so high on the reef, that she remained firmly
fixed upon it; and the tide having ebbed considerably, she was less
exposed to the beating of the waves. The sun was also about to make his
appearance, and it was broad daylight when Jackson first came to his
recollection. His brain whirled, his ideas were confused, and he had
but a faint reminiscence of what had occurred. He felt that the water
washed his feet, and with a sort of instinct he rose, and staggered up
to windward. In so doing, without perceiving him, he stumbled over the
body of Newton, who also was roused up by the shock. A few moments
passed before either could regain his scattered senses; and, at the same
time, both sitting up on the deck, at about a yard distant, they
discovered and recognised each other.
Newton was the more collected of the two, for Jackson's insensibility
had been occasioned by bodily--his, by mental concussion. The effect of
the blow was still felt by Jackson; and although recovered from the
stupor, a dull, heavy sensation affected his eyesight and confused his
ideas.
The sight of Newton went far to recover Jackson, who started up as if to
grapple with the object of his hatred. Newton was on his legs at the
same moment, and retreating, seized upon the handspike which lay on the
deck, close to where Jackson had been struck down, and placed himself in
an attitude of defence. Not a word was exchanged between them. They
remained a few minutes in this position, when Jackson, whose brain was
affected by the violence of his feelings, dropped down upon the deck in
a renewed state of insensibility.
Newton had now time to look about him, and the prospect was any thing
but cheering. It was almost low water, and in every direction he
perceived reefs of coral rock, and large banks of sand, with deep
channels between them, through which the tide flowed rapidly. The reef
upon which the brig had been grounded was of sharp coral; and, in the
deeper parts, the trees could be discerned, extending a submarine forest
of boughs; but it was evident that the reef upon which the vessel lay
was, as well as most of the others, covered at high water. As a means
of escape, a small boat was still hanging over the stern, which Newton
was able to manage either with her sails or her oars, as might be
required.
As there was no time to be lost, and the only chance of escape remained
with the boat, Newton commenced his arrangements. The mast and sails
were found, and the latter bent;--a keg was filled with water,--a
compass taken out of the binnacle,--a few pieces of beef, and some bread
collected in a bag, and thrown in. He also procured some bottles of
wine and cider from the cabin: these he stowed away carefully in the
little locker, which was fitted under the stern-sheets of the boat. In
an hour every thing was ready; and throwing into her some pieces of
spare rope, and a small grapnel to anchor with, there being still
sufficient water alongside to float her, Newton gradually lowered one
tackle and then another, until the boat was safe in the water. He then
hauled her up alongside, made her fast by the painter, and stepped her
mast.
All was now ready--but to leave Jackson to be washed away by the
returning tide, when the brig would unquestionably go to pieces?--Newton
could not do it. True, he had sought his life, and still displayed the
most inveterate rancour towards him; and Newton felt convinced that no
future opportunity would occur, that his enemy would not profit by, to
insure his destruction. Yet to leave him--a murderer!--with all his
sins upon his soul, to be launched so unprepared into the presence of an
offended Creator!--it was impossible--it was contrary to his nature, and
to the religion which he professed. How could he hope for the Divine
assistance in his perilous undertaking, when he embarked on it,
regardless of the precept to forgive his enemy?
Newton ascended to that part of the deck where Jackson laid, and roused
him. Jackson awoke, as from a deep sleep, and then stared at Newton,
who, as a precaution held the handspike in his hand.
"Mr Jackson," said Newton, "I have roused you to let you know that the
boat is now ready, and that I am going to shove off."
Jackson, who recollected the scene of the previous night, and perceived
Newton standing over him with the handspike, appeared wholly unnerved.
In point of muscular power, Newton was his superior, independent of the
weapon in his possession.
"Not without me!--not without me!" cried Jackson, raising himself upon
his knees. "For mercy's sake, Mr Newton, do not leave me to this
horrid death!"
"You would have left me to one even more dreadful," replied Newton.
"I beg your pardon!--Pardon me, Mr Newton, I was drunk at the time--
indeed I was. I don't know what I do when I'm in liquor.--Don't leave
me!--I'll obey your orders, and do any thing you wish!--I'll wait upon
you as your servant!--I will indeed, Mr Newton!"
"I neither ask that you will obey my orders, nor wait upon me," replied
Newton. "All I request is, that you will lay aside your wanton
animosity, and exert yourself to save your life. For what you have
already attempted against me, may God forgive you, as I do! For what
you may hereafter attempt, you will find me prepared. Now follow into
the boat."
Without further exchange of words Newton, followed by Jackson, went into
the boat, and shoved off. The weather was moderate and the wind light.
There were two islets which Newton had marked, which apparently were not
covered at high water, one about ten miles distant in the supposed
direction of the land, for Newton had shrewdly guessed the locality of
the reef; and the other about two miles from the first, further out,
with trees growing to the water's edge. To this latter, Newton proposed
pulling, and waiting there until the next morning. When they were both
in the boat, Newton finding that the wind was contrary, unshipped the
mast, and taking the foremost oar, that Jackson might not sit behind
him, desired him to take the other. The tide, which was now flood, and
swept out to the southward, obliged them to pull at an angle to reach
their intended destination. It was not until sunset that, with great
exertion, they fetched the island nearest to the land, not the one that
was covered with trees, as they had its tended. As soon as the boat was
secured, exhausted with fatigue, they both threw themselves down on the
sand, where they remained for some time. Having recovered a little,
Newton procured from the boat some of the supplies which they required,
and after satisfying their hunger in silence, they both lay down to
repose. Newton, who was still afraid of Jackson's diabolical enmity,
which his silence implied to be again at work, closed his eyes, and
pretended for some time to be asleep. As soon as it was dark, he rose,
and first listening to the breathing of his comrade, who appeared to be
in a sound slumber, he walked away from him about one hundred yards, so
that it would be difficult to find him; he placed the handspike under
his head for a pillow, and worn out with; mental and bodily fatigue, was
soon in a state of oblivion.
His sleep, although profound for three or four hours was subsequently
restless. The mind, when agitated, watches for the body, and wakes it
at the time when it should be on the alert. Newton woke up: it was not
yet daylight, and all was hushed. He turned round, intending to get up
immediately; yet, yielding to the impulse of wearied nature, he again
slumbered. Once he thought that he heard a footstep, roused himself,
and listened; but all was quiet and still, except the light wave
rippling on the sand. Again he was roused by a sort of grating noise;
he listened, and all was quiet. A third time he was roused by a sound
like the flapping of a sail: he listened--he was sure of it, and he
sprung upon his feet. It was dawn of day, and as he turned his eyes
towards the beach, he perceived to his horror that the boat was indeed
under sail, Jackson, who was in it, then just hauling aft the mainsheet,
and steering away from the island. Newton ran to the beach, plunged
into the sea, and attempted to regain the boat; but he was soon out of
his depth, and the boat running away fast through the water. He shouted
to Jackson, as a last attempt. The scoundrel waved his hand in ironical
adieu, and continued his course.
"Treacherous villain!" mentally exclaimed Newton, as his eyes followed
the boat. "Was it for this that I preserved your life in return for
your attempts on mine? Here then must I die of starvation!--God's will
be done!" exclaimed he aloud, as he sat down on the beach, and covered
his face with his hands.