My adventures on the rock--My search for food, and what I found--The
storm--Despite my perilous position, I marvel at the grandeur of the
scene--The storm subsides--My search for clams, and further
explorations on the rock--The darkest night must come to an end--A
welcome wetting--My only refuge--Return of stormy weather--Perilous
moments--I climb the beacon-post.
I had gone through a few misadventures, but this was the most trying of
all. After lying on the rock for a few minutes or more, I recovered
sufficiently to recollect that the tide was rising, and that unless I
could select a higher spot I should be swept off, and become a prey to
the monsters I dreaded. I therefore got up, and trying to pull myself
together again, endeavoured to reach the beacon, which would at all
events afford me temporary shelter. When taking out the biscuits in the
morning I had shoved several into my pocket, which would enable me to
sustain existence until I could make signals to some passing boat or
vessel. Having lost my boat-hook I made slower progress than before,
and often with the greatest difficulty avoided falling. Two or three
times I had to wade up to my middle, and I dreaded lest one of the
sharks should have shoved his nose through the opening, and might snap
me up. Still I went on. My anxiety made me forget the pain in my arm.
Fortunately I was not indeed deprived of its use, and by degrees the
pain went off.
I was so much engaged, that I did not for some time observe how
completely the weather had changed. The beacon on the rock was reached,
and I sat down below it to rest myself after my exertions. I now saw
that the sea, which had hitherto been so calm, had begun to heave.
Sudden gusts blew across it, covering its surface with wavelets, which
every moment increased in size. Dark clouds chased each other across
the sky, and gathered in thick masses overhead. To my dismay I saw that
a storm was rising. It rapidly came on, while the sea getting up with
the same speed, completely swept over the lower part of the rock along
which I had made my way.
The lightning flashed, the thunder roared, and the seas began to beat
with violence against the rock. Some of them came sweeping up to where
I sat. I sprang to my feet, and stood gazing with awe and terror at the
strife of the elements which raged around me. What hope, I thought,
could I have of escaping. My boat gone; so far off from land that it
was impossible I could be observed, while I could see no boats or
vessels sailing over the whole expanse of ocean. Indeed had there been
any coming from the shore, they would have put back into harbour when
they saw the storm coming on. Still I was unharmed; I had biscuits
enough in my pockets to keep soul and body together for a day or two
longer, if I economised them as I intended to do. I might also find
some shellfish; they would serve me for food for a much longer time, I
therefore did not despair, but I was aware that at any moment the sea
might sweep up and carry me off.
With more calmness than I had given myself credit for possessing, I
continued to survey the scene. I looked out again for my boat, thinking
it possible that the current might drive her back to the rock, but she
had been carried far beyond my ken. This made my heart sick. Knowing,
however, that my life depended very much on my keeping up my courage, I
endeavoured to muster all I possessed. I thought if I could climb up to
the top of the rock and make a signal, it might be observed, should any
boat when the storm was over come out from the shore, or should any
vessel be passing. I could see no other rocks to the eastward; I
supposed, therefore that this was the highest part of the reef, and that
vessels acquainted with the coast might pass by within sight of it.
I spent several hours, I can scarcely describe how. When my hunger
became too ravenous to bear longer, I munched a small quantity of
biscuit. At length, as I watched the seas, I observed that they did not
approach so close to me, and I was convinced that the tide was again
going down. I calculated, indeed, from the time I had been on the rock,
that this must be the case, as it was already rising when I first
landed, and I now hoped that I should be able to obtain some shellfish
by going down to the lee-side, and cutting them off with my knife.
The idea having once occurred to me, I lost no time in carrying it out.
I had to be excessively cautious, for by a false step I might have
slipped into the sea, and not have been able to regain my hold on the
rock. After searching about for some time, I caught sight of a few
clams, but they were not to be obtained without risk, as the sea surged
up and recovered them. I fixed my eye on one, then rushing down, I cut
it off and threw it up out of the reach of the water. I obtained two
more in the same way; and in attempting to secure a fourth, the waves
swept round the rock, almost covering me, and I had to cling on for my
life, losing my clam and very nearly my life. This taught me to be more
cautious than ever; but I managed notwithstanding to obtain three or
four more, and as I could see none others above water, I had to content
myself with those I had collected. Gathering those I had obtained
together, I returned to the higher part of the rock, close under the
beacon, where I was sheltered from the wind. I had no means of lighting
a fire. There was no fuel on the rock to make one, and so I was
compelled to eat the clams raw, with a little biscuit to make them more
palatable. The whole day had passed away, and another night was coming
on. I dreaded it, for I knew not what might happen during the hours of
darkness.
The storm had in no way abated, and I feared that when the tide again
rose the sea might get still more over the rock. I had little idea,
however, how fiercely it was about to do so. I have often spoken of my
sleeping and waking, but thus our lives are spent. In spite of the
storm raging around me, the seas thundering on the rock, and the wind
whistling through the beacon, a drowsiness overpowered me, and I found
myself dropping off to sleep. I was still conscious in some degree how
I was situated. I felt all the time an overpowering sense of danger.
Sometimes I was in my little boat, gliding calmly over the ocean; now I
was suddenly chased by big waves, which threatened every instant to
engulf me. Then I found myself cast upon the rock, my boat floating
away, and tumbling and tossing till she disappeared. Now I was seated
all alone, gazing out over the ocean, which rose and fell, and tossed
before my eyes just as I had seen it in the daytime, only rising to a
far greater height, and descending in a more furious fashion. This sort
of confused dream continued while I was asleep. Now and then I awoke,
only to hear the noises I have before described. The rock itself seemed
quaking, as the seas with a thundering roar dashed against it. I could
hear, too, the screams of the sea-birds as they swept round and round,
disturbed from their usual resting-place, though many of them flew off,
I suppose, to the far-away shores, or to other rocks perhaps higher out
of the water.
The night I had escaped from the "Emu" was very dark; but this was
unfortunately darker, except when a flash of lightning darted from the
sky and illumined the white foam which, lashed by the wind into spray,
flew in sheets over the rock. I was soon wet to the skin. I felt
chilly in the extreme. Even the most terrible night must come to an
end.
Morning broke, but cheerless as could well be. The sky was of one
leaden hue, broken here and there by the clouds which hung lower down in
the strata. The waves, when not covered by foam, were of the same tint.
To sit where I was I found was impossible. I got up and walked about
and stretched my legs. To my dismay I found that the rocks, which at
the same hour the previous day were high out of the water, were now
almost covered by the furious seas which rolled over them. I trembled
to think what would be the case at high water. I should have liked to
have got some more clams for breakfast, but I could see none, even after
searching for them, and there was a great risk of being swept away, so I
contented myself with taking one of those I had saved from the previous
day, with a biscuit, for breakfast. I was already very thirsty, having
had nothing to drink since I had left the boat, and would have welcomed
a heavy shower from the dark clouds overhead. I continued to walk, or
rather to climb about the rock, as there was but a very small level
place on which I could walk.
Then I sat down again, and with melancholy gaze watched the foaming
seas, which I began to dread, as I saw them more and more frequently
covering the rock, would prove my grave. At length I had to seek a
higher and more exposed level, and as water occasionally surged up to
the place where I had spent the night, and might at any moment sweep me
off, I tried to nerve myself up to my fate.
With difficulty I could restrain myself from drinking the sea-water. I
was well aware of the danger of doing so, and resisted the temptation.
At last, as I was looking up, I felt a drop fall on my face. It was not
the spray of the sea. Another and another followed, and down came a
copious shower. I opened my mouth, at the same time holding out my cap
to the rain, hoping to get a little in it. I got but little, so I
placed it on the rock and spread it open. I then took off my jacket,
and held it out that it might be well wetted.
I hoped also to find some hollow in the rock that might be rilled with
fresh water. The rain came down, as it does in the tropics, in a
perfect deluge. My jacket was wet through in a minute, and I was able
to wring out of it a sufficient amount of fresh water to quench my
burning thirst. After this I was able to eat some biscuits. It should
be remembered that the tide reaches its height nearly three-quarters of
an hour later every day. I watched with intense anxiety its rising this
afternoon. Now it entirely covered the rocks where I had landed, then
those over which I had made my way were concealed from view, and now it
reached the base of the beacon-rock itself, against which the seas began
to break with a fury surpassing that of the previous day.
The spot on which I had been standing one minute was the next covered by
the seething waters, when I retired to a higher level. Again and again
a wave broke over the rock, and striking one of the almost perpendicular
sides flew high into the air above my head. Every moment my hope of
escape was becoming less and less. I cried to heaven for mercy. As I
saw death drawing near, the desire to live increased. It seemed so
terrible to have to die all alone away from friends and country.
At last I was driven to the very foot of the beacon, and I clutched it
as if it alone could afford me protection. I knew that I could not for
a single moment stand upon the rock with the sea breaking over it, but
the beacon itself withstood the furious waves. I had not as yet thought
of climbing to it to see how it was fixed, but I now did so with intense
anxiety. I found that the staff was of hard oak, and that it had been
imbedded in a deep hole formed by art in the rock, and further secured
by iron bars driven into it, and fastened round by iron hoops. This
gave me some hopes that it would stand the fury of the seas should they
rise high enough to strike it. That they would do this seemed every
moment more probable.
On every side around me they tossed and foamed and roared, as if eager
to seize me. I frantically clutched the pole, which, from its size, I
could with difficulty embrace. Even now, though my chance of escape
seemed small indeed, I did not abandon all hope. A small line hung down
through the bottom of the cask. I tried its strength. It would enable
me, I found, to mount upwards, but I was unwilling to make the attempt,
as I could not tell whether the cask was fixed securely enough to bear
my weight. There I stood, my arms round the pole, clutching the rope
with my hands, and awaiting my fate. That that ere long would come I
was fully convinced.
Though sea after sea broke on the rock, none actually touched me, though
my feet occasionally were washed by the foam. To my surprise, and
contrary to all my expectations, though the seas raged round me as
fiercely as ever, the water sank, and as the sea rolled up it struck a
lower level of the rock, and I began to hope once more that I should
escape. Then I recollected that if the tides had not yet reached their
extreme height, or the spring tides had not come on, the next day might
prove fatal. Though the water had receded, I dare not leave the
beacon-post, and kept clinging to it as my only comfort and friend. At
length weary I sank down to rest, still grasping it in my arms. Thus
hours passed away, even now too painful to think of. I ate the
remainder of the biscuit, and then fell into a heavy slumber, which must
have lasted many hours. I awoke to find that it was night, and that the
tide was once more rising, as I knew by hearing the seas breaking on the
rocks close to me. Already I was covered by the spray, which flew in
showers over me. Had I slept on much longer I must have been swept
away, and awakened only to find myself in the cruel grasp of the
relentless waves. I might, however, now never see another sunrise. I
prayed as I had never prayed before, and resolved to struggle to the
last for life.
Few have been placed in a more perilous position and escaped. I had the
stout beacon to cling to. It had probably stood many a storm, but would
it stand fast now? To that I held fast as before, but I feared that my
strength would fail me, and that I might be torn away from it. I looked
up at the cask above my head, wondering whether that would afford me an
asylum I was unwilling, however, to exhaust my strength by attempting to
climb the post. With increasing force the waves beat on the rock.
Again and again it trembled from their blows, though I fancied, and
almost expected, to find it washed away beneath my feet. I was wet
through, and blinded by the spray. As I cleared my eyes, I could
discern through the darkness the seas dancing up level with the rock on
which I stood. Some appeared, as they rolled on meeting with no
impediment, to be much higher. Then I saw one coming roaring and
hissing along towards me. It broke with fearful force, and rushed over
the rock higher than my knees.
Had I not been firmly grasping the beacon-post, I should have been
carried off my legs and washed helplessly away. I shrieked with terror
as I saw another coming higher than the last. My cries were echoed by
those of the wild sea-birds passing above. The foaming sea broke, and
as I drew myself up the post, I found my legs floating behind me. A
moment later, and my doom would have been sealed. I got up higher and
higher. Now, as I looked down, I saw that I was surrounded by a
tumultuous ocean, without a particle of rock on which to place the soles
of my feet. I knew that all depended on my strength holding out. The
beacon might stand fast, but I might be torn away. Had it been daylight
I might better have endured the horrible position in which I was placed,
but at night to be thus all alone, with the hungry waves leaping up and
striving to snatch me from my holdfast, was truly dreadful.
I wonder my senses did not give way. Sometimes I thought that it was
only a dream, but I then knew it to be a fearful reality. With arms and
legs clinging round the post, and my hands clutching the rope as I had
never clutched rope before, I hung on. I was almost afraid to climb
higher, lest my muscles failing me for a moment I should lose my grasp,
and yet the cask was only a few feet above me. Suddenly I recollected
that on board whalers casks are placed in the same manner as that was at
the masthead, in order that the officers, protected in some degree, may
in that position obtain a wide extended view in search of whales, and
that they enter by a trap-door in the bottom. Should this beacon
possess such a trap, I might get through it and obtain shelter and rest.
But again a doubt crossed my mind whether I could climb up even thus
far, without the risk of sliding down again into the sea.
I looked down to see if the tide was once more receding, but the waves
seemed still to be rising higher and higher. Some of their foam even
sometimes now touched my feet as they swept over the rock. They might
even cover the beacon itself; and if so, no human power could save me.
After remaining quiet for some time, I felt as if I possessed sufficient
strength, and resolved to make the attempt. With legs and arms and
hands I worked my way up. I would have clung with my teeth to the rope
could I have seized it. I was within a foot of the bottom of the cask,
when I felt so exhausted that I thought I could get no higher. I looked
down on the raging sea and then up at the only place which could afford
me shelter. In the darkness I could not see whether or not there was a
trap, and if there were one perhaps I might not be able to force it
open, and, exhausted by the effort, might drop into the water. I
dreaded the risk, but it must be run.
Nerving myself up to the undertaking, I slowly and carefully began to
work my way higher up. My head struck the cask. I put up my hand, the
bottom yielded, and now exerting all my remaining strength I seized the
edges and drew myself up, holding well on with my hands and feet until I
had got my head and shoulders into the interior. Throwing myself on my
chest, I felt round and discovered some beckets, evidently intended for
the purpose of enabling a person situated as I was to draw himself up.
I then, grasping the rope which hung from the top of the pole which
passed through the cask, dragged myself up and placed my feet at the
bottom. I pressed down the trap. I felt more secure than I had been
for many hours. Had I not still had a post to cling to after the strain
my muscles had so long endured, I could not have stood upright.
Several cross-pieces secured the top of the cask to the post. I shoved
my head through them, and could now look down on the wild and raging
waters with which I was surrounded. Still I dare not quit my hold of
the post, fancying that if I pressed on one side of the cask or the
other, it might give way. Not that there was the slightest chance of
that in reality. I did not long contemplate the fearful scene, but
overcome by what I had gone through, I sank down to the bottom of the
cask, and, wet and cold as I was, fell into a troubled slumber.