Wonderful was the change which I found had taken place when I returned
on deck. The sun was shining brightly, the wind had fallen to a
moderate breeze. The sea, though heaving and dancing, sparkling
brightly in the sunbeams, had gone down considerably, but still blew
from the same quarter as before. The ship was standing to the east.
"We have passed through the Straits of Banca, and are crossing the
Molucca passage," said Mr Thudicumb, of whom I asked whereabouts we
were. "The captain proposes making for Ternate, which belongs to the
Dutch. We may hope there to get new masts--at all events, it is the
nearest place which we can reach with the wind as it is at present, and
have any hope of getting the ship put to rights."
All day long we were busily employed in repairing damages as far as we
could. I had but little time to exchange a word with Emily. I was
thankful to find, however, that she and Grace had quite recovered their
spirits, though they owned that they had been greatly frightened during
the hurricane.
"Still it is a comfort, Walter, to know that there is One who always
watches over us, and does everything for the best. If he had thought
fit to allow the ship to founder, I am very sure he would have had good
reason for so doing. Still, as I know he wishes us to pray for
blessings, I was praying all the time that we might be preserved, and
especially that no accident might happen to you, my dear brother. Oh,
how I thought of you when you were on deck, and the storm was blowing
and the masts being cut away, knowing the fearful danger to which you
were exposed."
It was soon after sunrise one morning, when, a light mist clearing away,
before us appeared, at some distance from each other, several lofty
conical mountains rising as it were directly out of the sea, while
beyond them was seen a line of blue land, extending north and south as
far as the eye could reach.
"You see that peak ahead, Walter," said Captain Davenport to me. "That
is the island of Ternate, to which we are bound. To the right of it is
Tidore. All those peaks are volcanic; and some of them, I believe,
occasionally throw up flames. The land we see beyond is the large
island of Gilolo--a strange land, I believe, but very little is known
about it."
A light breeze carried us on over the calm blue sea; when at length,
entering between the two islands I have mentioned, the town of Ternate
appeared in sight, stretching along the shores at the very base of the
mountain.
"This is indeed beautiful!" exclaimed Emily, who just then came on deck,
as she gazed up at the rugged promontories and the lofty volcanic cone
of Tidore on one side, with the high mountain of Ternate on the other,
while numerous other peaks rose on the neighbouring islands, as well as
on the larger island in the distance. Immediately behind the town
appeared thick groves of forest trees; indeed, vegetation was seen
rising to the very summit of the cone, and it was difficult to believe
that, from that calm and beautiful mountain, occasionally lava, streams
burst forth; and produced destruction on every side.
A large amount of sago, massoi bark, tortoise-shell, tripang, and
paradise birds are brought over from Papua, and shipped at Ternate. A
tax, however, is placed on the exportation of paradise birds, which is
paid to the Sultan of Tidore, whose predecessors ruled these islands.
The paradise birds are chiefly sent to China, where they are highly
valued. Above our heads, as we looked up, we saw the lofty summit of
the mountain of Ternate, from whence, amid the luxuriant vegetation
which surrounds its sides, columns of smoke are for ever rising towards
the blue sky above--indeed, the whole island is simply a lofty volcano,
the base of which is beneath the ocean. Its circumference at the shore
line is about six miles, and its height 5400 feet. Several severe and
destructive eruptions have taken place at different times. The last
occurred only a short time before we were there. The lava poured forth
and flowed down its sides into the sea, loud thunders were heard, smoke
and ashes rose up, and hot stones fell like hail on every side, setting
fire to the dead wood which, after so long a rest, had completely grown
over the ground, and causing it at night to assume the appearance of one
vast mountain of flame. For fifteen hours the solid ground rolled like
a wave of the sea. Fort Orange, which had withstood numberless
earthquakes for two centuries and a quarter, was almost overwhelmed.
The people betook themselves to their boats, for the ocean and land
seemed to have exchanged natures; the water being calm, while the land
was heaving and gaping like a stormy sea.
Captain Davenport had been unwell for some time. He was acquainted with
a wealthy Dutch merchant in the place, who invited him and his wife and
daughter to take up their residence at his country house while the ship
remained in the harbour. They of course said they could not leave
Emily, who therefore accompanied them. Mr Hooker also went on shore,
but engaged a house at a little distance from the town, where he could
pursue his researches in natural history more uninterruptedly than in
the town. He lost no time in sending out hunters in all directions to
procure specimens. The various specimens which he already possessed
were landed, that he might also re-arrange them. I paid him one or two
visits, and found him enjoying his existence excessively. His house had
of course only one floor: the walls for five feet were of stone; the
roof was supported above them on strong squared posts, the interval
being filled in with the leaf-stems of the sago-palm fitted in wooden
framings. The ceilings were of the same material. The floor was of
stucco. There was a centre hall, with three rooms opening off it on one
side and one on the other; while on two other sides were broad
verandahs, serving as cool drawing-rooms, or sleeping-places, perhaps,
in the hotter months.
This island was at one time in possession of the Portuguese, who were
said to have tyrannised over the natives. They were driven out by the
Dutch, who are themselves accused of not being over careful of the
well-being of the people they conquered. This island and several in a
line to the south of it are known as the Moluccas, or Spice Islands. It
was the original country of the clove, and here alone it was cultivated.
Although the early visitors procured nutmegs and mace from the
inhabitants, these were brought over from New Guinea, and the
neighbouring islands, where they grew wild. The early voyagers made
such enormous profits by their cargoes of spices from these regions,
that they were able to give in exchange, jewels, gold, and the richest
manufactures, which they brought from Europe or India. When, however,
the Dutch took possession of the country they determined to confine the
production to one or two islands, over which they could keep a strict
watch, in order completely to confine the monopoly to themselves. They
chose the island of Banda for the cultivation of nutmegs, and fixed on
Amboyna for the production of the clove. The cultivation of the nutmeg
in Banda has been eminently successful, but that of the clove in Amboyna
has scarcely paid its expenses; the soil and climate of that island not
suiting it as well as the regions where it was first found. The object
of the Dutch has been to keep the monopoly of the sale of spices in
their own hands, and thus to raise the price. They have therefore
compelled the native chiefs to destroy the spice trees growing in their
territories wherever they have been able to do so. To induce them to do
this, they paid to each a fixed subsidy, the chiefs indeed being
therefore somewhat the gainers. Formerly their sultan kept the trade
solely in his own hands, and he was far more tyrannical than the
Portuguese or Dutch. When our own circumnavigator Drake visited these
islands, he purchased his cargo from the sultan, not from the native
cultivators. As I walked about Ternate I felt satisfied that I should
not at all wish to take up my abode there, for in every direction were
seen the ruins of massive stone or brick buildings of every description
which had been overwhelmed by earthquakes; indeed, considering the
frequency of their occurrence, it is surprising that people should be
willing to remain in the island. I, of course, was not able to see much
of the country, as I was compelled to be on board, the more so as
several of the crew were ill, and had been removed on shore, where the
merchant I spoke of had them kindly looked after. We had great
difficulty in getting a mast of sufficient size to replace the mainmast
we had lost. At length, however, we got both our lower masts in, and we
hoped, in the course of a week, should Captain Davenport and the rest of
the crew be sufficiently recovered, to continue our voyage.
One evening when work was over, Mr Thudicumb, with the second mate and
several of the men, went on shore, leaving the ship under charge of the
boatswain, with about a dozen Englishmen and the Lascars. I, having
been on shore several times, agreed also to remain to assist Mr Tarbox.
The weather had for some time been threatening, but the clouds had
passed away, and the sky again become serene. That evening the same
appearances occurred. I should say that at Ternate a number of people
of different nations are collected together. The most numerous,
probably, are the Chinese, and their curious little boats are seen
skimming about in all directions. There are traders from all parts of
the East, so that the harbour at times presents a very animated
appearance. I was on deck with Mr Tarbox, when looking out we saw a
thick mass of clouds come rolling up suddenly on every side of the
mountains.
"I wish Mr Thudicumb and the mate were on board," he said to me; "I
don't like the look of things. We must veer away more cable and get
another anchor over the bows. See, the Chinamen begin to think there is
something in it."
As he spoke, a number of Chinese and other boats were seen pulling in
for the land; before, however, they could reach it, a loud roaring sound
was heard, and in an instant the whole ocean seemed torn up by some
mighty power, and a fierce blast broke down upon us. The vessels in the
harbour were seen endeavouring to secure themselves as well as they
could; but in a few minutes numbers were driven together, grinding and
striking against each other, while they were sent by the fury of the sea
towards the shore. The boats, tossed like cockle-shells, appeared every
instant as if about to be overwhelmed by the ocean; many were capsized
close to us, but we could render no assistance. Every instant the sea
rose higher and higher, till we could scarcely see the shore beyond it.
The ship, however, held well to her anchors. It was fortunate for us we
had no top gear aloft, or the case might have been different.
"I only hope Mr Thudicumb and the rest are safe on shore," I observed
to Dick Tarbox.
"They will not attempt to come off while this gale is blowing."
In a short time, a fearful havoc was made with the various craft in the
harbour. Around us wrecks strewed the sea in every direction; here and
there poor fellows swimming for their lives, some holding on to pieces
of planks and spars. Many sank before our eyes. Boat after boat was
upset. Some, however, rode over the seas in gallant style, the men on
board pulling bravely. The fury of the gale increased. We veered out
more cable. Night at length coming on, added to the wild horrors of the
scene. Now, as a vessel drove past us, we could hear the shrieks and
cries of the unhappy crew as they were carried to destruction. Such, in
spite of the size of our stout ship, might be our fate should the
anchors not hold.
Suddenly the wind dropped; still the sea continued to leap and foam
around us.
"It will be all right, I hope," I said to Mr Tarbox. "These hurricanes
seldom last long, I fancy."
"Not quite so certain of that, Walter," he observed. "I don't like the
look of the sky even now." Once more examining the cables, he walked
with me aft, from whence we could better see the shore.
"Hark! what is that roaring?" I said. It seemed as if a blast was
sweeping over the land, hurling down trees and buildings and all
impediments in its course. "Can it be an earthquake? Oh! what will
become of my sister and those on shore?"
"No, it is no earthquake," answered the boatswain; "it is the hurricane
shifting its quarter."
As he spoke, the wind struck the ship with redoubled force. She swung
round before it; still, knowing that our anchors had been holding, and
our cables strong, we had little fear of receiving damage, as the sea,
at all events, with the change of wind, would subside instead of being
increased. Suddenly, however, a peculiar sound was heard, as of a chain
running out. The boatswain rushed forward, and I followed him; but we
were only just in time to see the end of the chain cables flying through
the hawse-holes, and away the ship drifted out of the harbour.
"That did not happen by chance," exclaimed Tarbox; "it is the work of
those Lascars. Quick, lads, for your lives!" shouted the boatswain.
"Range our spare cable! Get the second bower-anchor from the hold!--Now
you, Ali Tomba, see that your men work," he added, turning to the
serang.
The English seamen worked away energetically; but in the dark it was a
difficult business to get up the heavy anchor and chain cable. The
Lascars were apparently assisting as zealously as the rest of the crew.
Some accident or other was, however, continually occurring; and before
the anchor could be got up and the cable ranged, the ship was in the
centre of the channel, driving away at a rapid rate out to sea. At
length the anchor was got ready for letting go. Scarcely, however, had
it been got over the bows than with a loud splash it fell into the water
free of the chain.
"Ali Tomba, you or your people have played us that trick!" exclaimed the
boatswain.
The serang made no answer, but a cry of mocking laughter was heard from
several quarters. Roger Trew, lead in hand, flew to the chains. He
gave one heave. "No bottom," he cried. "We cannot bring up even if we
wish!"
I asked the boatswain what he proposed doing. "We ought to punish those
Lascars, for they have played us that trick," I observed.
"Little use to attempt to do that, Walter," he answered. "If I was a
navigator I might know more about it, but my only notion is to let the
ship drive. When the hurricane is over, we must try to do our best to
regain the harbour."
"I am not much of a navigator yet," I observed, "but I will look at the
captain's chart, and see whereabouts we are going. We shall, at all
events, better know then what to do."
"Ah, there's nothing like learning," observed Tarbox; "I wish I had more
of it. What a seaman can do I will do, and with your help, Walter, we
may still weather this gale."
I hurried into the cabin, and soon found the chart. It afforded me but
little satisfaction, however. We were driving to the southward, but
several islands were in our course. We might escape them, but if driven
against them, our destruction would be certain. With sails unbent, and
short-handed as we were, we could scarcely hope to be able to get under
the lee of one of the islands.
"We must try it, though," said Tarbox. "We have another anchor and
cable, and that will hold us well enough in a moderate breeze with land
to windward, unless these Lascar fellows play us another trick. I
should like to clap them all in irons at once."
I agreed with him, but as we only mustered twelve men besides ourselves,
and they numbered eleven, it would be no easy matter to do so,
especially as they would probably be prepared for an attack. I,
however, advised the boatswain to keep all our people together, that in
case the Lascars purposed our destruction, we might not, at all events,
be cut off in detail. He agreed to the wisdom of this caution, and sent
Roger Trew to get the people together.
Our position was indeed a very fearful one. The hurricane seemed rather
to increase in strength than to cease. On, on we drove. The helm was
put up, and we scudded before it, the dark seas rising on either hand
hissing and foaming, and every moment seeming about to overwhelm us. I
could not help feeling also great anxiety about those we had left on
shore. Even should they have escaped injury, I felt how anxious Captain
Davenport would be when he found that the ship had disappeared; and
Emily, too, how great would be her grief at the thought that I was
probably lost. What the Lascars were about, I could not tell. Our
people remained aft, while they kept forward. I have gone through many
trying scenes, but that was decidedly one of the most trying. We felt
it the more because we were personally safe. We could walk about and
take our food, but at the same time we were every moment expecting
destruction. I was soon to be in a far more dangerous position, but
then I was looking out, hoping to be saved.
The morning at length broke. We saw the Lascars clustered forward.
What they were about to do we could not tell. Still we drove on. Land
appeared on either hand in the far distance. It was evident that we
were between two islands. The chart showed me that one was Gilolo, and
the other the island of Batchian. The want of sails prevented our
taking the ship into some sheltered place which we might hope to find on
one side or the other.
"We must either compel the Lascars to assist us in bending sails and
getting the anchor ready, or attack them and drive them overboard," said
the boatswain to me.
"That cannot be done without bloodshed, I fear," I answered, "for they
are armed as well as we are."
Thus the two parties remained watching each other. Our men were eager
to make a dash forward and attack the Lascars, but the boatswain
restrained them.
"Wait a bit, lads," he said; "maybe they will attack us, and then, if we
beat them, as I am very sure we shall, we shall not have their blood on
our hands. Depend upon it, if they slipped the cables--and I am very
sure they did--they did not expect the hurricane to continue so long as
it has done. They wish it over as much as we do; and, like many other
villains, in attempting to work us injury they are likely enough to
bring destruction on their own heads."
Hour after hour passed by, and once more the land seemed to recede from
us, and we were in the open sea. The wind had slightly gone down, but
still it blew with fearful violence. Again darkness was stealing over
us. Our deck presented a strange appearance--a very sad one, in truth.
The small number of human beings there collected, instead of helping
each other, stood prepared for a desperate fight. Possibly, if it had
not been for the Lascars, we might long since have been anchored in
safety. I saw by the chart that several small islands, rocks, and
shoals lay ahead. Should we escape them? There was the question.
Several times the boatswain, or Roger Trew, or one of the other men, had
ascended the main rigging to look ahead in search of land. However, so
high did the sea run, that we might be close upon an island, unless it
was a high one, without discovering it.
The increasing darkness now prevented us seeing beyond the bowsprit.
All we could do, therefore, was to steer as we had hitherto done before
the sea, to escape its breaking on board us. We had scarcely eaten
anything for some hours, when the boatswain advised us to take some
food. "Whatever happens, we have work before us; and we must keep the
strength in our bodies," he observed. Fortunately there was a good
supply in the cabin, and half our party went down at a time to sup,
leaving the others on guard on deck. All hands had just taken a hearty
meal, when, as we were collected together on the quarter-deck, just
below the poop, the sound a seaman most dreads--the roar of breakers--
struck our ears. We all listened attentively. There could be no doubt
about it. It was far deeper and louder than the roaring of the sea
against our sides. I held my breath; so I suspect did every one round
me.
"What is it, Mr Walter?" asked Oliver, who was standing close to me.
"Some of us will meet with watery graves before many minutes are over,"
said the boatswain, "unless Providence works a miracle to save the
ship."
Scarcely had he spoken when we felt the ship rising to a heavy sea, then
down she came with a crash which made every timber in her quiver and
shake.
"To the main rigging!" cried the boatswain, seizing me by the collar. I
saw Roger Trew seize Oliver in the same way. "Quick, quick, lads! or
the next sea will wash you off the deck," cried the boatswain.
We sprang into the shrouds, and climbed up, up, up into the pitchy
darkness. Scarcely were we off the deck than a huge sea came rolling
up, sweeping everything before it. The Lascars had done as we had set
them the example, and numbers of dark forms were seen swarming up the
rigging into the fore-top. Another and another sea followed. No longer
could we distinguish the deck below us, so completely overwhelmed was it
by the raging waters. Higher and higher they rose. The masts swayed
about as if on the point of falling. Fearful, indeed, was the scene.
The boatswain, getting into the top, helped me up, and I found myself
seated with Oliver by my side. We could just distinguish the foremast
through the gloom, the sea rising almost to cover the top to which the
Lascars were clinging, curling over them as if to drag them from their
perches.
Perilous as was our position, a cry escaped our men as we saw the
foremast begin to totter. Another sea came and over it went, carrying
the shrieking wretches clinging to it away in its embrace. Though good
swimmers, in vain they attempted to reach the mainmast. The next sea
swept them away to leeward. Their fate might be ours, however, any
moment. We all knew that very well. With what desperate energy did we
cling to that lone mast in the midst of the raging ocean. As we looked
round our eyes could not pierce the thick gloom, nor ascertain whether
any land was near. Oliver Farwell was clinging on next to me. The
other men had secured themselves round the mast, others to the top. No
one spoke; indeed it seemed to all of us that our last moments had
arrived. Every instant we expected to be hurled off from our unstable
resting-place, as the seas dashed with redoubled fury against the wreck.
We could hear the vessel breaking up below us, and we all well knew
that in a short time the mast itself must go for want of support.
Scarcely had one roaring wave passed under us than another followed.
Above our heads was a dark, murky sky, below and around the foaming sea.
Even the best manned life-boat could scarcely have lived amid that
foaming mass of water.
"It is very terrible!" I could not help exclaiming.
"Trust in God," said a voice near me.
Oliver Farwell spoke.
"I do, Oliver, I do," I answered.
"Right, Mr Walter," he said. "If he thinks fit he can find a way for
us to escape."
"Hold on, lads, even though the mast gives way!" shouted the boatswain.
"The mast will float us, and maybe carry us to some pleasant shore.
Daylight will come in time, and show us whereabouts we are. Never fear,
lads."
"Ay, ay," answered several voices. "We will cling to the mast as long
as our fingers can gripe hold of it."
"Hold on, Oliver, hold on!" I said. "Don't you feel as if the mast was
going?"
Scarcely had I uttered the words when another sea came rolling up. It
struck the shattered wreck like a huge hammer. In an instant it seemed
as if all her timbers had parted. A cry rose from many of the sturdy
men on the top. Over bent the mast. Now it swayed on one side, now on
the other, and then with a crash down it sunk into the boiling ocean. I
thought that I had been holding on securely, but at that instant a sea
swept by, catching the end to which I clung. I felt myself torn from my
grasp, and was carried far away off amid the seething waters.