SANDHILLS TURNED TO SAND-HOLES.
While I was talking thus with the boy, and expecting his mother every
minute (with hope of a little refreshment when the farmer should have
dropped off into his usual Sunday sleep), a very strange thing began
more and more to force itself on my attention. I have said that the hall
of this desolate house was large and long, and had six doorways--narrow
arches of heavy stone without a door to any of them. Three of these
arches were at the west and three at the east end of the room, and on
the south were two old windows, each in a separate gable, high up from
the floor, and dark with stone-work and with lead-work; and in the
calmest weather these would draw the air and make a rattle. At the north
side of the hall was nothing but dead wall, and fireplace, and
cupboards, and the broad oak staircase. Having used the freedom to light
a pipe, I sate with my face to the chimney-corner, where some wood-ashes
were smouldering, after the dinner was done with; and sitting thus, I
became aware of a presence of some sort over my right shoulder. At first
I thought it was nothing more than the smoke from my own pipe, for I
puffed rather hard, in anxiety about that little darling. But seeing
surprise, and alarm perhaps, in Watkin's face, who sate opposite, I
turned round, and there beheld three distinct and several pillars of a
brownish-yellow light standing over against the doorways of the western
end.
At first I was a little scared, and the more so because the rest of the
hall was darkening with a pulse of colour gradually vanishing; and for
an instant I really thought that the ghosts of the wrecked child's
father and mother, and perhaps her nurse, were come to declare the truth
about her, and challenge me for my hesitation. But presently I called to
mind how many strange things had befallen me, both at sea and on the
coast, in the way of feeling and vision too, designed, however, by the
Power that sends them, more to forewarn than frighten us, and, as we get
used to them, to amuse or edify.
Therefore I plucked my spirit up and approached this odd appearance, and
found that no part of it was visible upon the spot where it seemed to
stand. But Watkin, who was much emboldened by my dauntless carriage,
called out in Welsh that he could see me walking in and out of them,
like so many haystacks. Upon this I took yet further courage, having a
witness so close at hand, and nothing seeming to hurt me. So what did I
do but go outside, without any motion of running away, but to face the
thing to its utmost; and Watkin, keeping along the wall, took good care
to come after me.
Here I discovered in half a second that I had been wise as well as
strong in meeting the matter valiantly; for what we had seen was but the
glancing--or reflection, as they call it now--of what was being done
outside. In a word, the thick and stifling heat of the day (which had
gathered to a head the glaring and blazing power of the last two months
of hot summer) was just beginning to burst abroad in whirlwind, hail,
and thunder. All the upper heaven was covered with a spread of burning
yellow; all the half-way sky was red as blood with fibres under it, and
all the sides and margin looked as black as the new-tarred bends of a
ship. But what threw me most astray was, that the whole was whirling,
tossing upward jets of darkness, as a juggler flings his balls, yet at
one time spinning round, and at the same time scowling down.
"It is a hurricane," said I, having seen some in the West Indies which
began like this. Watkin knew not much of my meaning, but caught hold of
my coat, and stood. And in truth it was enough to make not only a slip
of a boy, but a veteran sailor, stand and fear.
Not a flash of lightning yet broke the expectation of it, nor had been a
drop of rain. But to my surprise, and showing how little we know of
anything, over the high land broke a sand-storm, such as they have in
Africa. It had been brewing some time, most likely in the Kenfig
burrows, toward the westward and the windward, although no wind was
astir with us. I thought of a dance of waterspouts, such as we had twice
encountered in the royal navy; once, I know, was after clearing the
mouth of the Strait of Malaccas; where the other was I truly forget,
having had so much to go everywhere. But this time the whirling stuff
was neither water, nor smoke, nor cloud; but sand, as plain as could be.
It was just like the parson's hour-glass--only going up, not coming
down, and quickly instead of slowly. And of these funnels, spinning
around, and coming near and nearer, there may have been perhaps a dozen,
or there may have been threescore. They differed very much in size,
according to the breadth of whirlwind, and the stuff it fed upon, and
the hole in the air it bored; but all alike had a tawny colour, and a
manner of bulking upward, and a loose uncertain edge, often lashing off
in frays; and between them black clouds galloped; and sometimes two fell
into one, and bodily broke downward; then a pile (as big as Newton Rock)
rose in a moment anyhow. Hill or valley made no odds; sandhill, or
sand-bottom; the sand was in the place of the air, and the air itself
was sand.
Many people have asked me, over and over again (because such a thing was
scarcely known, except at the great storm of sand four hundred years
ago, they say)--our people, ever so many times, assert their privilege
to ask me (now again especially) how many of these pillars there were! I
wish to tell the truth exactly, having no interest in the matter--and if
I had, no other matter would it be to me; and after going into my memory
deeper than ever I could have expected there would be occasion for, all
I can say is this--legion was their number; because they were all coming
down upon me; and how could I stop to count them?
Watkin lost his mind a little, and asked me (with his head gone under my
regulation-coat) if I thought it was the judgment-day.
To this question I "replied distinctly in the negative" (as the man of
the paper wrote, when I said "no" about poaching); and then I cheered
young Watkin up, and told him that nothing more was wanted than to keep
a weather-helm.
Before his wit could answer helm so much as to clear my meaning, the
storm was on me, and broke my pipe, and filled my lungs and all my
pockets, and spoiled every corner of the hat I had bought for my dear
wife's funeral. I pulled back instantly (almost as quickly as boy Watkin
could), and we heard the sand burst over the house, with a rattle like
shot, and a roar like cannon. And being well inside the walls, we fixed
our eyes on one another, in the gloom and murkiness, as much as we could
do for coughing, to be sure of something.
"Where is Bardie gone?" I asked, as soon as my lungs gave speech to me:
it should have been, "Where is Bunny gone?" But my head was full of the
little one.
"Who can tell?" cried the boy, in Welsh, being thoroughly scared of his
English. "Oh, Dyo dear, God the great only knows."
"God will guard her," I said softly, yet without pure faith in it,
having seen such cruel things; but the boy's face moved me. Moreover,
Bardie seemed almost too full of life for quenching; and having escaped
rocks, waves, and quicksands, surely she would never be wrecked upon dry
land ignobly. Nevertheless, at the mere idea of those helpless little
ones out in all this raging havoc, tears came to my eyes, until the
sand, of which the very house was full, crusted up and blinded them.
It was time to leave off thinking, if one meant to do any good. The
whirlwinds spun and whistled round us, now on this side, now on that;
and the old house creaked and rattled as the weather pulled or pushed at
it. The sand was drifted in the courtyard (without any special
whirlwind) three feet deep in the north-east corner; and the sky, from
all sides, fell upon us, like a mountain undermined.
"Boy, go into your mother," I said; and I thank God for enabling me,
else might she have been childless. "Tell your mother not to be
frightened, but to get your father up, and to have the kettle boiling."
"Oh, Dyo--dear Dyo! let me come with you, after that poor little child,
and after my five brothers."
"Go in, you helpless fool," I said; and he saw the set of my
countenance, and left me, though but half-content.
It needed all my strength to draw the door of the house behind me,
although the wind was bent no more on one way than another, but
universal uproar. And down-roar too; for it fell on my head quite as
much as it jerked my legs, and took me aback, and took me in front, and
spun me round, and laughed at me. Then of a sudden all wind dropped, and
yellow sky was over me.
What course to take (if I had the choice) in search of those poor
children, was more at first than I could judge, or bring my mind to bear
upon. For as sure as we live by the breath of the Lord, the blast of His
anger deadens us.
Perhaps it was my instinct only, having been so long afloat, which drove
me, straight as affairs permitted, toward the margin of the sea. And
perhaps I had some desire to know how the sea itself would look under
this strange visiting. Moreover, it may have come across me, without any
thinking twice of it, that Bunny had an inborn trick of always running
toward the sea, as behoved a sailor's daughter.
Anyhow, that way I took, so far as it was left to me to know the points
of the compass, or the shape and manner of anything. For simple and
short as the right road was, no simpleton or shortwitted man could have
hit it, or come near it, in that ravenous weather. In the whirl and
grim distortion of the air and the very earth, a man was walking (as you
might say) in the depth of a perfect calm, with stifling heat upon him,
and a piece of shadow to know himself by; and then, the next moment,
there he was in a furious state of buffeting, baffled in front, and
belaboured aback, and bellowed at under the swing of his arms, and the
staggering failure of his poor legs.
Nevertheless, in the lull and the slack times, I did my utmost to get
on, having more presence of mind perhaps than any landsman could have
owned. Poor fellows they are when it comes to blow; and what could they
do in a whirlwind?
As I began to think of them, and my luck in being a seaman, my courage
improved to that degree that I was able quite heartily to commend myself
to the power of God, whom, as a rule, I remember best when the world
seems coming to an end. And I think it almost certain that this piety on
my part enabled me to get on as I did.
For without any skill at all or bravery of mine, but only the calmness
which fell upon me, as it used to do in the heat of battle, when I
thought on my Maker, all at once I saw a way to elude a great deal of
the danger. This was as simple as could be, yet never would have come
home to a man unable to keep his wits about him.
Blurred and slurred as the whole sky was with twisted stuff and with
yellowness, I saw that the whirling pillars of sand not only whirled but
also travelled in one spiral only. They all came from the west, where
lay the largest spread of sandhills, and they danced away to the
north-east first, and then away to south of east, shaping a round like a
ship with her helm up, preserving their spiral from left to right as all
waterspouts do on the north of the Line.
So when a column of sand came nigh to suck me up, or to bury
me--although it went thirty miles an hour, and I with the utmost care of
my life could not have managed ten perhaps--by porting my helm without
carrying sail, and so working a traverse, I kept the weather-gage of it
and that made all the difference.
Of course I was stung in the face and neck as bad as a thousand
musquitoes when the skirts of the whirl flapped round at me, but what
was that to care about? It gave me pleasure to walk in such peril, and
feel myself almost out of it by virtue of coolness and readiness.
Nevertheless it gave me far greater pleasure, I can assure you, to feel
hard ground beneath my feet, and stagger along the solid pebbles of the
beach of Sker, where the sand-storm could not come so much.
Hereupon I do believe that, in spite of all my courage--so stout and
strong in the moment of trial--all my power fell away before the sense
of safety. What could my old battered life matter to any one in the
world, except myself and Bunny? However, I was so truly thankful to kind
Providence for preserving it, that I cannot have given less than nine
jumps, and said, "Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John," three times over, and
in both ways.
This brought me back to the world again, as any power of piety always
does when I dwell therein, and it drove me thereupon to trust in
Providence no longer than the time was needful for me to recover
breathing.
When I came to my breath and prudence, such a fright at first oppressed
me, that I made a start for running into the foremost of the waves,
thinking (if I thought at all) of lying down there, with my head kept
up, and defying the sand to quench the sea.
Soon, however, I perceived that this was not advisable. Such a roar
arose around me from the blows of hills and rocks, and the fretful
eagerness of the sea to be at war again, and the deep sound of the
distance--the voice of man could travel less than that of a sandpiper,
and the foot of man might long to be the foot of a sandhopper. For the
sea was rising fast up the verge of ground-swell, and a deep hoarse echo
rolling down the shoaling of the surges. This to me was pleasant music,
such as makes a man awake.
The colour of the sun and sky was just as I had once beholden near the
pearl-grounds of Ceylon, where the bottom of the sea comes up with a
very mournful noise, and the fish sing dirges, and no man, however clear
of eye, can open the sea and the sky asunder. And by this time being
able to look round a little--for the air was not so full of sand, though
still very thick and dusty--I knew that we were on the brink of a kind
of tornado, as they call it in the tropics,--a storm that very seldom
comes into these northern latitudes, being raised by violence of heat,
as I have heard a surveyor say, the air going upward rapidly, with a
great hole left below it.
Now as I stood on watch, as it were, and, being in such a situation,
longed for more tobacco, what came to pass was exactly this--so far as a
man can be exact when his wits have long been failing him.
The heaven opened, or rather seemed to be cloven by a sword-sweep, and a
solid mass of lightning fell, with a cone like a red-hot anvil. The ring
of black rocks received its weight, and leaped like a boiling caldron,
while the stormy waters rose into a hiss and heap of steam. Then the
crash of heaven stunned me.
When I came to myself it was raining as if it had never rained before.
The rage of sand and air was beaten flat beneath the rain, and the
fretful lifting of the sea was hushed off into bubbles. What to do I
could not tell, in spite of all experience, but rubbed the sand from
both my eyes, as bad as the beard of an oyster, and could see no clear
way anywhere.
Now the sky was spread and traversed with a net of crossing fires, in
and out like mesh and needle, only without time to look. Some were
yellow, some deep red, and some like banks of violet, and others of a
pale sweet blue, like gazing through a window. They might have been very
beautiful, and agreeable to consider, if they had been further off, and
without that wicked crack of thunder through the roar. Worse storms I
had seen, of course, in the hot world and up mountains, and perhaps
thought little of them; but then there was this difference, I had always
plenty of fellows with me, and it was not Sunday. Also, I then was
young, and trained for cannons to be shot at me. Neither had I a boat of
my own, but my dear wife was alive.
These considerations moved me to be careful of my life--a duty which
increases on us after the turn of the balance; and seeing all things
black behind me, and a world of storm around, knowing every hole as I
did, with many commendations of myself to God for the sake of Bunny, in
I went into a hole under a good solid rock, where I could watch the sea,
and care for nothing but an earthquake.