Once more I was on the deck of the _Governor Harcourt_, her bows turned
towards the south, ploughing up the waters of the Atlantic. It was the
last voyage Captain Willis intended to make, as he had now realised a
handsome competency, and hoped to be able to retire and enjoy it with
his family in the country of his birth. We had very different people
going out to those who were on board on our homeward voyage--or rather,
they were the same sort of people at a different period of their lives.
There were a few civil and military officers, and ladies, who had before
been to India; but the greater number were young men just emancipated
from school or college--griffins, as they are called--who knew nothing
of the world or its ways, though they fancied that they knew a great
deal, the most ignorant generally appearing the most conceited. There
was also a number of young ladies, going out to their relations and
friends in India. As Captain Willis was well-known for the excellent
care he took of his lady passengers, they had been committed to his
especial charge.
For some time nothing of importance occurred, nor did we see any land to
distract our attention from the varying line of sky and sea. At last,
one morning, at an early hour, when Captain Willis said we were near the
island of Madeira, the cry of "Land ahead!" was raised, and in a short
time we were passing between that beautiful place and a group of rocks
called the Desertas. They are about ten miles from the mainland, and
extend for almost fifteen miles from north-west to south-east. Some of
the seamen told me that they are called the Desertas, because they have
deserted from the mainland to stick out in the ocean by themselves; but
the true origin of their name is, that they are desert or barren rocks.
The island, when first seen, looked dusky and gloomy; but, as the sun
rose, his rays dispersed the mist, and the mountains, and hills, and
valleys, and orange groves, and picturesque shore, and the plantations,
and neat white villas and small villages, burst forth in all their
beauty. As we rounded the southern side, the town of Funchal, the
capital, opened to our view, backed by an amphitheatre of hills, covered
with the variegated tints of a luxuriant vegetation, the whole forming a
lovely scene which we longed to visit.
As we did not require fresh provisions, Captain Willis wished to
proceed. Madeira belongs to Portugal, and is inhabited by Portuguese.
Their costume is different, and they are generally inferior to the
inhabitants of the parent state.
I have heard people say that they cannot find amusement on board ship.
I can reply that I have found abundant matter of interest for many a
long voyage, both under the sea and on the sea. I remember, on one calm
day, when the ship was scarcely moving through the water, a boat was
lowered to enable us to capture some of the _Physalia_, or Portuguese
men-of-war, which were seen in unusual numbers gliding over the surface
of the deep. Several of the passengers, among whom were three of the
cadets, formed the party intent on scientific discovery. One, whose
name was Jellico, but who was more generally called by his companions
Jellybag, was among them.
Some of my readers may wonder what is meant by a "Portuguese
man-of-war," and think that, notwithstanding the daring of British
seamen, we were bound on rather a hazardous expedition, in attempting to
attack one in a jolly-boat. The truth is, that it is the name given to
a beautiful molluscous animal, which by means of a sort of sail, the
wind blows along as if it were a real boat. It consists of a bladder,
tinted with various hues, and this keeps it afloat; while long
tentaculae, of a deep purple colour, extend beneath, some of them
several feet in length, with which it captures its prey. This animal
must not be confounded with the Nautilus, from which it is totally
different, though one is often mistaken for the other.
Our friend Jellybag did not exactly know what he was to see, but he
expected to find something uncommon. We had not rowed many strokes
before one of the Physalia was observed floating by, its back ornamented
with a fringe tinted with light-blue, delicate sea-green, and crimson.
"I'll have it," exclaimed Jellybag, leaning over the bows and grasping
hold of it, regardless of the injury he was inflicting.
Scarcely had he got it on board, then he flung it down at the bottom of
the boat, with a loud cry, exclaiming, "The horrid beast has stung me,
as if it were a great nettle!" So it was, for it had thrown round his
fingers its long tentaculae, discharging, at the same time, an acrid
fluid from them, which caused the pain he felt. We all laughed at him
at first very much; but he suffered so considerably during the day from
the effects of the sting, that the more humane really pitied him, in
spite of the ridiculous complaints he made.
"Catch me taking hold of strange fish again in these outlandish places,"
he observed, as he twisted his arm about with pain. "If a little thing
like that hurts one so much, I should think a whale or a dolphin would
be enough to poison a whole regiment." By the next day, however, he had
recovered, and only felt a slight sensation of numbness, which in two
days completely left him.
The next land we saw was the lofty mountain of Saint Antonio, on the
island of Saint Jago. The summit was covered with clouds, which rolled
away as the sun rose, and we coasted along the somewhat barren shores.
In the afternoon we anchored off Porto Praya, the capital. It is a
small town, without any buildings worthy of notice. As we looked over
the side of the ship, we were amused by the way the fishermen caught
their prey. There were several boats fishing. They first sprinkled
something which looked like crumbs of bread on the water, and this
seemed to attract the fish in large shoals to the surface. The
fishermen then swept among them a long stick, to which a number of short
lines and hooks were attached; the fish eagerly seizing the bait,
several were caught at each cast. The women in each boat were busily
engaged, as they were on board, in cleansing and salting them.
We landed next day, and enjoyed a pretty view from the town, looking
down on the harbour; but my impression of the island is, that, with the
exception of a few cultivated spots, it is a very barren, uninteresting
place. We visited, however, the plantation of the sugar-cane; and among
a variety of tropical trees, such as the guava, tamarind, plantain, and
custard-apple, there was a species of the monkey-bread tree, which
struck us as very curious. This tree was about sixty feet high and
forty feet in circumference; the bark was smooth, and of a greyish
colour, and the boughs were entirely destitute of leaves. This fruit
hung thickly at the end of twisted, spongy stalks, from one to two feet
long. The fruit is of an oval form, about six inches in length, and
three or four inches in diameter; and the outer shell being broken, it
contains a farinaceous substance, enveloping dark brown seeds of an
agreeable acidulated taste.
On entering the tropics, we used to watch the flights of the
flying-fish, several of which, at different times, were caught leaping
through our ports, or into the boats towing astern in calm weather. We
saw some bonitoes in chase of a large shoal. The flying-fish made an
audible rustling noise as they arose before their pursuers, who, in
eager chase, often sprang several yards out of the water. Besides their
finny enemies, the former had to encounter in their flight armies of
boobies, gannets, and other tropical birds, which hovered over them, and
secured many of them before our eyes. Notwithstanding this, I do not
suppose that flying-fish are more unhappy or more persecuted than their
less agile brethren; and while they live they probably have a keener
enjoyment of existence. I believe that, in the minutest details of
creation, the all-beneficent God metes out to all living beings the
advantages and disadvantages of existence for some great end, which it
is not His will to disclose to man.
One of the most beautiful subjects of interest is the phosphorescent
light seen at night on the ocean, as the ship ploughs her way through
the waters. Some of the passengers tried to persuade Jellybag that it
was caused by the ends of cigars, and the ashes of tobacco-pipes, thrown
overboard from a fleet ahead. It no doubt arises from the quantity of
dead animal matter, with which the sea water is loaded. The wake of the
ship appeared one broad sheet of phosphoric matter, so brilliant as to
cast a dull pale light over the stern; the foaming surges, as they
gracefully curled on each side of the bow, look like rolling masses of
liquid phosphorus; whilst in the distance, even to the horizon, it
seemed an ocean of fire, the far-off waves giving out a light of
inconceivable beauty and brilliancy.
Albicores, bonitoes, and dolphins followed the ship for several days in
succession; and one albicore, which had a mark on his back, from which
we knew it, followed us from 3 degrees north latitude to 10 degrees
south latitude, a distance of eight hundred and forty miles. An immense
whale rose close to us one day, like an island emerging from the deep.
Farther south Cape petrels appeared; and still farther, large numbers of
the powerful albatross came gliding round us on their wide-spreading
wings.
The Cape of Storms was rounded without a storm; and once more the
_Governor Harcourt_ entered the Hoogly. It appeared to me as if a
lifetime had passed away since I was last at Calcutta, though scarcely
two years had elapsed since I left it.
My first inquiries, on the pilot's coming on board, were for Sir
Charles. With breathless anxiety I listened for his answer.
"Sir Charles--Oh ay--Sir Charles Plowden, you mean, sir. I haven't
heard of his death; so I suppose he is still alive, though he is very
sickly, I know. But perhaps you are his son, sir, and I am speaking
carelessly."
"No, I am not his son, my friend, but I love him as if I were," I
replied. "And I earnestly wish that you could recollect when you last
heard of him."
The pilot stopped to consider for some minutes. "Now I come to think of
it, sir, I do remember but last night hearing that Sir Charles was going
on much as usual; but I did not mark at the time what Sir Charles was
spoken of," was the vague answer, with which I was obliged to be
satisfied.
The wind falling to a dead calm, it was necessary to bring the ship to
an anchor. To save time, therefore, as I was very eager to be on shore,
I, with some of the other passengers, hired a country boat, in which we
proceeded up to Calcutta. On landing, some in palanquins, others in
carriages, or on horseback, proceeded to their various destinations.
Hotels were not so common in those days as at present; so that people
went at once to the houses of those to whom they had introductions, who
aided them in establishing themselves in their quarters.
I threw myself on a horse, and galloped, in spite of the hot sun, as
fast as he could go, to the house, or rather to the palace, where Sir
Charles resided. There was more than the usual Oriental stillness about
the building as I entered. A few servants were flitting about
noiselessly among the pillars of the vast hall, and through the open
doors of the chambers leading from it. Others were reposing on mats in
the shade. Although I had grown considerably, I was soon recognised.
The words, "The young sahib has returned! the young sahib has returned!"
were soon echoed among them; and those who had known me, hurried forward
to meet me. Their kind looks and expressions cheered my heart, which
was heavy with fear as to the information I was about to receive.
From my inquiries I learned that Sir Charles was still alive, though the
medical man entertained but slight hopes of his recovery. He had
frequently asked for me, and had desired that as soon as I arrived I
should be conducted into his presence. In another minute I was by the
bedside of my benefactor. By the pale light which was admitted into the
room, I could perceive the alteration which sickness had wrought on his
countenance; and I, too truly, feared that the hand of death had already
stamped its mark upon it.
My name was mentioned; he recognised me instantly, and stretched out his
hand affectionately to press mine. Tears started into my eyes, and my
heart swelled with the pain I tried to conceal, lest it should distress
him.
"I am glad you are come in time, my dear boy," he said in a weak voice.
"I have much to speak of, and my hours are numbered. I would recommend
you to these kind friends, for you will want comfort and aid, though
they would give it unasked."
At these words I looked up, and for the first time perceived that some
other persons were in the room--a gentleman and a lady. The first I did
not know; but I soon, to my infinite satisfaction, recognised in the
other my old and charming playmate--once Ellen Barrow, now Mrs
Northcote--not less charming, but more matronly than before. She and
her husband shook hands most kindly with me; but we had no time for
conversation before I was again summoned to the bedside of Sir Charles.
His looks showed that he wished to speak on some matter of importance;
but his voice was so low that it was scarcely audible. He beckoned me
to lean forward to listen to him.
"My dear Mark," he whispered, "I am the only person in the world you
know of, on whom you have any claim; and let it be a consolation to you,
that I think you have amply repaid me for my care of you. Remember my
last words: Fear God, and trust to his goodness: never forget Him. Be
honest, and show charity to your fellow-men; be kind to those below you,
and thoughtful of their welfare, and you will obtain contentment and
competency--a mind at peace, if not wealth. What would now be to me all
the honours I have gained without peace of mind--a trust in God's mercy
through our Saviour's merits? Never repine at what He orders; be
prepared for reverses, and pray for fortitude to bear them. Your
friends will tell you what has happened, and you will have need of all
the fortitude you possess. I cannot tell you the sad history; but
remember that God, who careth for the young birds, will not neglect you
if you trust in Him. To Him, in faith, I commit my soul. He is
merciful, my boy--He is everywhere--"
Sir Charles was silent--his hand, which had held mine, relaxed--his
spirit had fled, and I was alone in the world. I could scarcely believe
what had happened; but the medical man in attendance assured us of the
reality of the sad event, and Mrs Northcote was led weeping from the
room.
I had lost more than a father, and, as far as I knew, I, who had been
brought up to enjoy all the luxuries wealth can afford, was not only
penniless, but without any friends on whom I had claim beyond what their
charity might induce them to afford me. I did not think of this at the
time, all my feelings were engrossed with grief at the death of my
benefactor. Very soon, however, my real position was suggested to me.
Even to the Northcotes Sir Charles had never spoken of any provision he
had made for me. He had, they thought, intended to tell them, when my
coming interrupted him, and before he could finish what he wished to
say, death overtook him.