How long I had slept I could not tell, when a voice reached my ear. My
heart bounded. Could it be some one calling me from a ship! I tried to
rise, but felt unable. It was still night. Presently I saw rising high
above me, as I thought, the lofty masts and sails of a large ship. On
she came, so fast it seemed that a rope thrown from her could reach me.
At length I tried to shout. I lifted up my hands, for I thought they
would not fail to heave a rope, but she glided by. I could see no one
on her deck, but I thought I could count the ports. She must be a ship
of war, I fancied. On she went. I turned my aching eyes towards her as
she glided away from me; and I thought a shout of mocking laughter came
over the water towards me in answer to my appeals for help. Again and
again I tried to cry out; but it seemed as if my voice would not leave
my chest. I lay still in the bottom of the boat, with a feeling of
hopeless despair creeping over me. Then again I closed my eyes; and
when I once more opened them, the sun was shining across the water, just
risen from his ocean bed. There was not a breath of air blowing across
the water. No land was in sight. Here and there a flying-fish rose out
of the mirror-like deep, skimming across it, again to disappear. Once
more I rose, and was about to seize the oars, when I bethought me that
it would be labour in vain. In what direction should I pull? Hunger
reminded me of the provisions Ali had put on board the boat. I took a
draught of water and ate some food. It restored my strength; and I now
began to suspect that the ship I had seen had been but a phantom of the
brain, and that I had been dreaming all the time. I sat at the helm,
longing for a breeze. Then I stepped my mast and hoisted my sail,
hoping that it might come, and I should be ready for it.
I remembered that I had not offered up my petitions to Heaven. I knelt
down in the boat and prayed fervently. Once more I rose, refreshed in
body and mind. I began to reflect that He who had hitherto guarded me
from so many dangers would guard me still. The thought restored
confidence to my heart. Presently I saw a light ripple on the water.
It disappeared; but again, at a little distance, another cat's-paw sped
over the surface. I hoped it might be the forerunner of a breeze. Soon
my sail began to bulge out. A gentle breeze blew me along. Now the
boat was running rapidly along through the smooth water. I felt sure,
should I keep to the south or south-west, that I should fall in at last
with land. To regain the island I knew was almost a vain hope, and I
might lose too much valuable time in making the attempt. Hour after
hour I sat at the helm, gliding over the water. Again I thought of poor
Macco. How much better off I was than he had been. I had a supply of
provisions and water, and was in a well-built boat, and knew that I must
in a short time, if I continued on my course, inevitably fall in with
land; whereas he had been on the wide Indian Ocean, and might have
sailed on for many hundred miles without meeting it. Thus I continued
all day long, till night again came down over the world of waters. For
many hours during the night I kept awake. At length I began to feel my
head drop on my breast. Each time I did so I raised myself with an
effort; but I found I could only keep awake for a short time, when again
that terrible drowsiness came over me. It arose, I knew, from weakness,
and the hot sun to which I had been exposed all day. Still I steered on
before the wind. I did my utmost to keep awake till daylight should
again appear. I thought my eyes were open, and that I was steering as
before. Suddenly I felt a violent shock; and starting up, I found the
seas washing round me, and tall trees rising up a short distance ahead.
The boat had run upon a sandy beach. Another sea came rolling in, and
sent the boat broadside on to the beach, throwing me out. With
difficulty I crawled up over the sand. The sheet had been made fast;
and what was my dismay to see the boat's head going round, and before I
could rush into the water to seize her, she had already receded from the
shore. I was on the point of rushing into the water to swim after her,
when, overcome by weakness, I sank on the sand; and I well knew that had
I made the attempt I should probably have lost my life. I endeavoured
to collect my scattered thoughts; but rudely roused from sleep, I had
difficulty in reflecting where I could be. At length, however, I began
to consider that I could not possibly have reached Java, or any of the
large islands in a line with it; and thought I must be on some smaller
island; but whether inhabited or not I could not tell, or whether or not
I could there find the means of supporting life. How anxiously I
watched my boat, hoping that perhaps some other sea might put her head
round, and that once more she might return to the shore. The breeze had
freshened, and she quickly glided away. In a short time I could no
longer distinguish her amidst the gloom of night.
I sat down on the beach, endeavouring to consider what I should do. I
saw, at a short distance behind me, a thick wood; while on either side
dark rocks ran into the sea. "I might have been driven against those,"
I reflected; "and had I been so, in all probability the boat would have
been dashed to pieces, and I should have been drowned. Have I not
reason then to be thankful that I have been preserved? No, I should be
wrong to despair. I will yet hope that I may find means of preserving
my life." With this thought I lay on the sand to wait till the light of
day would enable me to explore the island and search for the means of
supporting existence. I had no food, no weapon of defence; but on
feeling in my pocket I was thankful to find I had my knife. Oh, of how
much value was that little clasp-knife then to me! At first the noise
of the surf had prevented me from hearing any other sound; but, as my
ears got accustomed to it, I could distinguish the usual noises of an
Eastern jungle--the cries of the night-birds, and the chattering and
moaning of the monkeys. They gave me assurance that I should be able to
support existence, for I knew that where they were food would be found.
My mind thus set somewhat more at rest, I dropped to sleep.
The bright rays of the sun shining in my eyes awoke me; and rising to my
feet I found that I was on a green, smiling island, with rocks and hills
scattered here and there towards the centre; while a thick belt of
palms, the ever-present pandanus, and numerous other trees, surrounded
it. My first thought was to search for water. The experience I had
gained when with Macco on our island was now of the greatest assistance
to me. Had I been cast alone upon such a spot I might have perished;
but now I knew well where to search for the sign of water. I had not
gone far when I saw between the trees a grove of bamboo. I soon cut
down a stout piece, the point of which I sharpened; and thus it served
me as a staff and a weapon of defence. I also made a spade, such as
Macco had manufactured; and before long I came to a hollow under some
trees where the ground appeared soft. I eagerly set to work to dig, and
after getting down to the depth of three or four feet, my satisfaction
was great to see water springing up. I had expected to be compelled to
dig much deeper. A piece of bamboo served me as a cup, and allowing the
water to settle, I was enabled to obtain a delicious draught. Thus one
of my chief causes of apprehension was dissipated.
Returning along the beach, I walked along looking up for some cocoa-nut
trees. The shore, however, was lined with rocks, and it did not occur
to me that at such a spot they were not likely to be found. I then
remembered that it was only on low beaches, where the nuts had been
washed ashore, that I had ever seen the trees growing. I therefore
climbed to the top of the highest rock in the neighbourhood, and looked
along the shore, in the hope of discovering some open beach. I saw one
at some distance, and eagerly made towards it. I was not disappointed,
for no sooner had I reached it than I saw in the centre a grove of
cocoa-nut palms. But how should I be able to climb so tall a tree, weak
and unnerved as I was! I was approaching the nearest tree, eagerly
casting up my eyes towards the tempting fruit, which hung down in
clusters, when I heard a loud hammering sound; and there I saw on the
ground a huge crab, such as I had before met with in Amboyna, busily
employed in breaking the shell. If I could kill him, I could secure
both meat and vegetable at the same time. I had got close to him before
he heard me approach, when he began to sidle off at a great rate.
Seizing the cocoa-nut which he had just broken, I ran after him.
Brought to bay, he lifted up his huge claw; but I darted my spear
through the joint and fixed him in the sand. As I did so I dashed the
cocoa-nut with all my might on his back. It bounded off; but I seized
it again, and once more struck him a blow which effectually prevented
him from making further resistance.
I had now an ample supply of food for a hearty meal. I was at no loss
to light a fire; and collecting a supply of sticks and leaves, I struck
a light with the two pieces of bamboo as Macco had done, and soon had
the crab roasting before the fire; while I satisfied the cravings of
hunger with a draught from the cocoa-nut and a portion of the fruit. I
now hunted about under the trees and found several other cocoa-nuts
which had fallen, and though not equal to those which were less ripe,
they were sufficient to satisfy hunger and support life. Having thus
obtained the means of subsistence, I bethought me that the next wisest
thing to do would be to build a hut. I had been greatly tormented by
mosquitoes and sandflies, and I thought by going a little way into the
interior I might avoid them. On searching I discovered a large rock
within which was a cave. Here I thought I might find shelter, and at
the same time light a fire, the smoke of which might keep off my
tormentors. As I had but little clothing, and found the night, after
the heat of the day, chilly--though, probably, in England it would have
been considered intensely hot--I determined to build a front to my cave,
so that I might keep out the night air, and at the same time any
unwelcome intruders. The cave was in a peculiarly sheltered spot; and,
indeed, had I been in search of such a retreat, I do not think I should
have discovered it.
I cut down a number of bamboos, and these I placed close together in
front of the cave, leaving only a narrow opening through which I could
pass. I strengthened the interior by cross pieces, thus leaving only
room to creep under. The door I also formed of bamboo, which I could
shut closely. I thus hoped that I might not only keep out any large
animals, but snakes or reptiles, which might be inclined to get in. I
made a torch of dry wood, with which I surveyed my cave, carefully
examining every hole and crevice. I discovered several bats, which I
soon put to flight. Had I been very hungry, I should probably have
killed them for food; but while I saw a prospect of obtaining cocoa-nuts
and crabs, I was not reduced to such an extremity.
I little thought at the time of what importance this hiding-place would
be to me. It took me some time to scrape out the dirt on the ground,
and it was almost dark before I had finished the operation. I managed,
however, to collect some leaves and branches with which to form my bed.
I had only time to eat a piece of cocoa-nut and crab for supper before
darkness came on. I then lighted my torch, and with the smoke managed
to drive away all the mosquitoes, and then shut to my door. Closely,
however, as I had placed the bamboos, the creatures quickly came back
again; and I had to start up and strike a light and make some more
smoke, in order to get rid of them before I could again go to sleep.
However, I got tired of this operation, and at length dropped off to
sleep, allowing them to sting me at their will.
I soon found that I ought to have been grateful for having been cast on
this island. Scarcely had I left my abode the next morning, when I came
upon a tree with enormous leaves, many of them a foot wide and a foot
and a half long. From it hung a fruit in the form of a melon, attached
by its stem directly to the trunk or limbs. I recognised it at once as
the valuable bread-fruit tree. Here was a supply of wholesome food for
me as long as I might have, I hoped, to live on the island. To get at
the fruit, however, was the difficulty, though it was at no great
height. I bethought me, therefore, that I would make a ladder of
bamboo. I should have liked to have had some fruit for breakfast, but
as it would take some time to make my ladder securely, I had to content
myself with the remainder of the crab and some more cocoa-nut, and a
draught of water from my well. I had, indeed, to go towards the well
for the purpose of obtaining a bamboo. To secure the rounds, I cut a
quantity of fine ratan, or some of the smaller creeper, which answered
the purpose pretty well; and to prevent them slipping, I secured from
the top to the bottom a piece of ratan twined round them on both sides.
My ladder, though not very sightly, was, I hoped, thus made secure. On
reaching the bread-fruit, I was delighted to find that it was scarcely
yet mature,--the best state, indeed, for eating. I eagerly cut down a
couple of the melon-like fruit and descended with them to the ground.
As my breakfast had not been substantial, I lost no time in cutting up a
bread-fruit into slices, which I toasted before the fire, pouring over
it a little cocoa-nut milk.
I must not take up too much space in describing the various events of my
life on the island. I spent most of the clay on the beach, sometimes
clambering up to the top of a high rock, whence I could gain an
extensive view of the sea, in the hope of seeing some vessel passing,
and being able to attract her attention.
I may say at once that I had an abundance of food, both crabs and
shell-fish, and various fruits, so that I was kept in good health. My
clothes, however, had already been much worn, and were now torn almost
into tatters by my excursions through the woods.
I had just climbed up a rock, when I saw a fleet of native vessels
approaching the island. I examined them anxiously, and was soon
convinced that they were either the same pirates who had paid us a visit
at my uncle's island, or gentry of a similar character. I could not
help feeling considerable alarm for my own safety. What was I to do?
If they touched on the island, should I be able to conceal myself from
them? As I had walked about the woods the possibility of such a
contingency had occurred to me. At first I thought of hiding away in my
cave; but the marks of the fire outside, and the trees I had cut down,
should they find their way to it, might betray me. Still I knew that,
even should they land, they were not likely to go far into the interior.
Near the top of the rock was a hollow in which I might lie completely
concealed, with the assistance of a few boughs, which I might place
across it. Here, therefore, I determined to take up my post, should I
see that they intended landing. As they came nearer I left the beach
and watched them from the underwood. I was soon convinced that they
were pirates, probably on some marauding expedition, and that they were
about to land. I hoped that they would not remain long, as probably
they were coming ashore to repair some of their vessels, or to obtain
cocoa-nuts or water. At length I saw the vessels entering the bay.
Some anchored, while others ran on to the beach, when their crews,
leaping out, carried tackles and ropes to the nearest trees, and began
to haul them up. My idea as to their object, therefore, was correct. I
retired as soon as they had done this, making my way as silently as
possible towards the spot I had fixed on. I had, as far as I was able,
obliterated the marks of my fire by covering them with leaves and broken
branches. I had also concealed the mouth of my cave with branches, in a
way which I thought looked so natural, that no one would attempt to
enter. I then climbed up to my proposed hiding-place, carrying some
other branches which I had cut down for the purpose I contemplated. I
felt somewhat like a bird in a nest, for I was completely concealed from
the view of those below; at the same time I could look out between the
branches and see what was going forward. I had taken the precaution of
carrying up some provisions with me, so that I might not suffer from
hunger.
I had remained here for some time, when I heard the Malays shouting to
each other in the distance. What the cause of their doing so was I
could not guess, as they are not generally addicted to making a noise.
The sounds now grew nearer; then once more they appeared to recede.
Sometimes I fancied that they had discovered some sign of a person being
on the island, and were in search of me. Still, my concealment was so
complete that I hoped to escape discovery. Presently I heard a noise as
if some human being or beast was breaking through the underwood, and
looking out I caught sight of a man running. I looked again and again.
Could my eyes deceive me? If that was not Macco, it was a person
wonderfully like him. And yet I felt sure I had seen Macco killed on
the shore of Papua; but yet he was so unlike a Malay or a Dyak, or any
of the inhabitants of New Guinea, that I could scarcely suppose he could
be any other than Macco. It seemed to me that he was looking about for
some place to conceal himself. I could resist the temptation no longer,
but shouted out, "Macco, Macco!" He stopped and looked up with a glance
of astonishment. "Macco, is it you?" I again cried out.
"Yes, yes; oh, de joy!" he answered.
I now showed myself, and scrambling down from my aerie, I was in a few
minutes by his side, taking his hands and looking into his face.
"Yes, yes; you Massa Walter!" he could only exclaim, his feelings
overcoming him.
"But why are you thus running through the wood?" I asked.
"I run from de pirates. Dey make me slave," he answered.
"Then climb up here with me; there is room for both of us," I said. "No
time to be lost, or your pursuers may overtake you."
He was quickly stowed away in the hollow, across which I drew the bushes
as before. We had not been there long when again the voices of the
Malays sounded nearer. They were making their way through the jungle,
evidently determined to retake their captive. After a time they drew
near the rock. They seemed to be passing close to the spot where we lay
hid; but so well had I concealed the opening to the cavern, that though
they went completely round the rock, they did not discover it. Macco
trembled in every limb at the thought of being retaken. I whispered to
him to be calm, for I was in hopes we should escape. The shadows of the
trees began to grow longer and longer, and soon we had the satisfaction
of seeing the shades of evening draw over the island. We were safe, I
now knew, till the following morning, for I was sure the Malays would
not wander about during the night in a strange place. I therefore
invited Macco to descend, that we might rest more comfortably in my
cavern. I here had, as I before said, a supply of food, to which Macco
did justice, for I found that he had been a long time without a meal.
His history was a brief one. He had remained for some time as a slave
among the Papuans, and had then been sold by them to some traders, who
were carrying him off, when they were attacked by the pirates, into
whose possession he thus fell. They had compelled him to work at the
oars in their boats. The labour, he said, he did not so much mind, as
the fearful scenes of cruelty which he was obliged to witness. He
therefore determined to make his escape on the first opportunity.
Having lived so well on our island, he determined to hide himself on
landing on this one, preferring to live a life of solitude to the
society of heathen savages. "Now, Massa Walter, I no care. Oliver
always say One above look after poor people who lub him, and now I know
he does." We slept soundly in our cave, and at the earliest dawn
clambered back into our aerie.
I had been longing for a companion from the time I landed, and often and
often thought how far better would have been my lot if I had had Oliver
or Macco with me; and here the latter had been sent to bear me company.
We spent the day in our hiding-place, for we were afraid that the Malays
might renew their search for Macco; and we could still hear them in the
far distance, their voices reaching to the top of the rock over the
heads of the trees. I was proposing to descend to try and see what they
were about, when again we heard their voices drawing near. We could not
help feeling anxious, lest on this occasion they might discover us.
"But we must hope for the best," I said half aloud.
"Yes, Massa Walter, hope for de best," repeated Macco; "and if it no
come, still hope for de best. All best when we put trust in God."
Once more we caught sight of the Malays forcing their way through the
forest, and calling to each other, evidently again searching for Macco.
Several times I thought they were coming close up to the mouth of the
cavern, and once a party of them stopped directly under where we were
concealed. I held my breath with anxiety, and my heart once more
bounded as if released from a weight when I saw them take their way
through the forest.
We again passed the night in my abode, and afterwards climbed up to the
top of the rock. No sounds reached our ears. "Now I must go and see if
they are really getting away," I said, "but you stay here. I know my
way through the forest, and one person is less likely to be discovered
than two." I accordingly set out towards the beach, taking my bamboo
spear, which I trailed after me. Some of the pirate vessels had their
sails hoisted, and were gliding out of the bay. The crews of the others
were just shoving them off into deep water. I watched them eagerly, and
at length they all went on board. Still I thought it possible that at
the last moment some might land, and make another search for Macco. I
therefore waited till they were all well out of the bay, and then
hurried back with the satisfactory intelligence to my dark-skinned
friend. "We have reason to be t'ankful, Massa Walter," he observed.
"Dose great cut-t'roats!" I was now much happier than before, having
Macco as my companion; at the same time, I was very anxious to let my
dear Emily know that I was safe. I told Macco of my anxiety.
"Why, then, we not build canoe?" he said. "It take time, but it can be
done."
"But I have only my knife to do it with," I said.
"But I have knife too," he said, drawing out a longish weapon from his
belt.
Still I thought with such weapons our object could not be attained. Two
days after that, as I was walking on the beach, I saw something sticking
up in the sand. I was going to pass it carelessly, when I thought it
was a piece of wrought wood. I went towards it, when great was my
astonishment, and greater still my satisfaction, to find that it was a
Malay axe, which had been left by the pirates in the sand. I called to
Macco, who was at a little distance. "Dere, dere!" he exclaimed. "Now
no difficulty. I use dat well, and build boat." At first I proposed
making a dug-out, but Macco said he had often assisted in boat-building,
and that a plank boat would be far superior.
"But how are we to get the planks?"
"Oh," he said, "I split some of de trees, and work dem down."
"But that would take so very long," I observed.
"Neber mind, Massa Walter. Long time come to end, and work done."
His courage raised my spirits, and I now determined to set heartily to
work in carrying out our proposed undertaking. Several days passed
away, and some progress had been made. Macco had already cut down a
tree, and formed some wedges to split it up with, when one morning,
while he was at his work, I agreed to go down to the beach to look for
some shell-fish or crabs as a variety to our food. No sooner did I
reach it than my eye caught sight of a white sail shining in the morning
sun. I rubbed my eyes. I could not be mistaken. No; there was a
European vessel, I was sure of it, with a single mast. Could she be the
cutter which my friends had proposed building? Were they on their
homeward voyage, or were they coming to look for me? Perhaps, after
all, the island where I now was might be at no great distance from
theirs. Perhaps they were sailing away, having given me up in despair.
I could not move from the spot, but kept gazing and gazing at the sail
to ascertain whether it was approaching. Yes, yes; I was sure it was.
On it came. The breeze freshening, the seas rolled in on the beach.
Nearer and nearer drew the cutter. I ran down to the water, and waved
my hands and shouted. They could not have heard me, but yet they came
in directly towards where I was standing. Presently I saw the sails
brailed up, and now a boat, with several people in her, put off from the
vessel. They approached. Mr Hooker was in the stern. The boat's head
was turned round, so as to allow her to drop in through the surf. I
rushed in towards her, and burst into tears as I shook my kind friend's
hand, and helped him to spring on shore.
"My dear boy, you are safe! We had given up almost all hope of finding
you, when we picked up your boat!" he exclaimed.
Great was my astonishment to find that the boat was my own craft which
had brought me to the island.
"Are they all well?" I asked, looking eagerly towards the vessel. "Is
Emily well, and Grace, and Oliver?"
"Yes, yes," he answered; "all are well. We left them at the island; but
there is no time to be lost. The weather looks threatening, Mr
Thudicumb says, and the sooner you are away from this the better. Step
in now. I suppose there is nothing to detain you?"
"No, but I have a friend," I answered; and told them how Macco had
escaped from the pirates.
Begging them to wait, I ran back to where I had left him at work.
"Well den," he said, "we leab de boat for some oder person to build. I
bery glad to see Potto Jumbo and my old friends."
I ran back to the boat, Macco following me. We were soon on board, and
pulling to the cutter. All sail was then made for Sedgwick Island; for
so we resolved to call it. The weather, however, got worse and worse,
but still Mr Thudicumb was very anxious to enter Hope Harbour; and in
spite of the threatening sky and strong wind and increasing sea, we
continued our course towards it. The loss of the vessel, and the
merciful way in which our lives were preserved, has already been
detailed by Emily.