CHAPTER XIX.

In the mean time, what had become of Edric and Dr. Entwerfen? Gloomy

indeed were the reflections of our travellers when they found

themselves immured in a dungeon, so far from all they loved or

reverenced, without friends, and accused of a horrible crime, from the

guilt of which they felt it would be vain for them to attempt to free

themselves. Days and weeks rolled on, yet no change took place in their

destiny. Every night the grating of a rusty key in the lock announced

the arrival of the gaoler, bringing their daily pittance of bread and

water, but he never spoke, nor could the most earnest entreaties of the

doctor and Edric bring one word from his lips.

Despair at length began to invade the bosoms of the travellers;

till one day, as they were examining, for the thousandth time, the

hieroglyphics on the stones in the wall, Edric perceived that one

of them was loose. With infinite difficulty they removed the stone,

and found a long vaulted passage, dimly lighted by an opening at the

farther extremity. The transport of the prisoners, on making this

discovery, was unbounded, and can only be imagined by those who have

felt the loss of liberty, and rejoiced at its recovery.

When their first raptures had a little abated, they began to consult

upon the best means of availing themselves of their good fortune,

and preventing pursuit. The doctor had luckily several chemical

preparations in his walking-stick; with one of these he dissolved

the iron of their chains, so as to free Edric and himself from their

weight, and then, smearing them over with the remainder of the

composition, he laid them in a heap, exclaiming with a laugh, "The

jailors will be dreadfully frightened when they find these fetters; for

though they look perfect to the eye, they will crumble to pieces at the

slightest touch."

Edric was too anxious to effect his escape, to listen to his tutor's

exultation; and his arrangements being made, the travellers, with

trembling steps and throbbing hearts, explored the vaulted passage, and

found, to their infinite delight, that it had led them to the borders

of the Nile. A small boat was anchored to the shore, and its crew, an

old man and his son, who gained their living by conveying goods up the

Nile, were peaceably taking their supper on the bank.

Edric and the doctor had taken the precaution to replace the stone that

had concealed the vaulted passage, and having smeared the opposite

wall with phosphorus, they had no doubt that when the jailor entered

the prison, which he generally did in darkness, he would be too much

alarmed to take any effectual means for pursuing them till it should be

too late. Having luckily also plenty of money, that certain road to the

human heart, they easily persuaded the old man to take them on board,

and in a short time they embarked in his fragile vessel and set sail.

Slowly and silently they floated along the majestic river, which rolled

in solemn waves like an inland sea, and swept proudly on to the ocean,

seeming to scorn the degenerate land it left behind; and without one

pang did our travellers quit for ever the fertile plains and gorgeous

cities of Egypt. One only thought swelled in their bosoms, and that

was joy at their escape. Offering up silent prayers of thanksgiving,

our travellers continued their progress down the river, and, when

morning dawned, and the enormous forms of the Pyramids were seen

grimly frowning through the mist, they shuddered involuntarily, and,

devoutly crossing themselves, muttered new prayers for protection and

deliverance.

After a long and tedious voyage, our travellers at length reached the

sea in safety. The mouths of the Delta were at that time the seat of

extensive, and almost universal commerce; and our travellers trembled

lest they should here encounter some emissary of their enemies, who

might re-convey them to the prison from which they had so miraculously

escaped. They found, however, the belief of their supernatural

disappearance too strongly impressed upon the minds of the multitude

for even a suspicion of their existence to remain; and they stood upon

that sumptuous quay, surrounded by Greeks, Russians, Egyptians, Arabs,

and Turks, without exciting a single remark, or obtaining the slightest

attention. They wished to proceed to Constantinople, then the capital

of the powerful empire of Greece, and entered into conversation with

the master of a felucca, for that purpose.

"I will attend to you directly, gentlemen," said the sailor, leaving

some persons with whom he had been previously talking: "but I have been

listening to such a horrid tale!"

"What was it?" asked Edric, suspecting the subject, but aware that

to seem incurious upon such an occasion, might betray that they were

already only too well informed.

"Two sorcerers," returned the man, "have been taken into custody, for

blowing up the Pyramids and bewitching the mummies!"

"And how were they punished?" asked Edric.

"Oh, you haven't heard half they did yet!" said the man. "When they

were put in prison for their pranks, the Old One came to their help,

and carried them off in a flame of fire, leaving a long train of light

after them in the sky, like the tail of a blazing comet. Dick Jones,

who was telling me, swears he saw them all going off together. The old

one hanging by the Devil's horn, and the young one keeping fast hold of

his tail!"

"Shocking!" said Edric; scarcely able, however, to repress a smile at

this proof of the vividness of Dick Jones's imagination.

"I haven't told you half," resumed the man. "All Sumatra rings with it;

several have gone mad, and others died with fear; and the man who was

with Dick Jones, and who was one of the soldiers of the guard set over

them, assured me as a positive fact, that the chains they had had on,

and left behind them, crumbled between his fingers like a bit of rotten

wood."

"It is very awful!" said Edric.

"Ay, is it not?" rejoined the man; "thank God I was not there to see!

I am sure the very look of one of those conjurors would have driven me

mad! I never could abide such things."

Edric now, with some difficulty, persuaded the man to return to the

subject of their transit.

"I am very sorry, Sir," said he; "but I don't think there'll be a

vessel going out to Constantinople for this week at least; for they've

got the plague there, and our magistrates won't let a ship that has

been there, return to our harbour again without performing quarantine;

and that is such a hindrance to trade that our folks don't like it. But

perhaps you're in no hurry, and can wait?"

"Oh yes, we can wait quite well!" said the doctor, trembling with

anxiety to be off.

The sailor, however, had no occasion to say more; for the bare mention

of the plague was quite sufficient to deter our travellers from

visiting Constantinople; and finding he was bound for Malta, and that

no other vessel would quit the harbour that day, they hastily embarked,

notwithstanding his vessel was old and inconvenient, and not forwarded

by steam, and though the superior certainty of the steam-packets was

now so generally felt and acknowledged by all, that perhaps this was

the only common sailing-boat in the harbour. The joy of our travellers

at their deliverance was, however, too great to permit them to dwell

upon trifles; and as the cabin was scarcely habitable, they resolved to

remain on deck the whole of the voyage, being determined to submit to

any thing sooner than delay their departure. Accordingly they stretched

themselves upon their cloaks, and, reclining against some ropes,

watched attentively the lovely scene around them. The evening was

beautiful, and, as the shores of Egypt swiftly receded from their view,

they felt their minds soothed by the contemplation of the grand scene

that presented itself. There is, indeed, something in the awful majesty

of the world of waters, which, like the gigantic monuments of Egypt,

powerfully affects the mind by its very simplicity, and, by raising the

soul far above the common trifling occurrences of life, soothes it to

tranquillity.

The voyage was long, for contrary winds impeded their progress; and

one evening, after Dr. Entwerfen had remained for some time gazing

steadfastly on the water, with a look of deep abstraction, he exclaimed

suddenly, "There will be a storm!"

"Impossible!" returned Edric. "The sun set in unwonted splendour,

spreading its rays of purple and gold through the waters like a

jewelled diadem; and the wind is even now dying away to a gentle

breeze, which scarcely curls the surface of the ocean as our bark

dances gaily over it."

"That is a bad sign," said the doctor. "Have you not often heard that

a storm is generally preceded by a calm? You will find it no metaphor

now."

The moon soon shone brightly; and as the ship ploughed her way slowly

through the almost motionless waves, its beams sparkled through the

spray, which fell in silvery showers over the prow. All now was still,

except the heaving of the vessel, and the monotonous splashing of the

waters as she slowly worked her way through them. The wind gradually

sunk, and the sails only feebly flapped in the breeze that could no

longer inflate them, till at last even that failed, and the vessel,

completely becalmed, lay like a log upon the water, which spread like a

vast and tranquil mirror around her.

Bitterly now did our travellers regret the precipitate haste that had

made them embark in such a frail, unmanageable boat; and they regarded

with longing eyes the compact steam-packets that glided past them;

their black smoke curling in the air as they were wafted swiftly along.

It was too late, however, to repent; and the doctor consoled himself by

taking advantage of the effect produced by the thick black smoke, as

they saw it rising in the distance, to illustrate the lecture he had

formerly given his pupil, on the theory of combustion and decomposition

of amphlites, till he fairly lulled him to sleep.

Morning came, but brought not with it the wished-for breeze. Edric

rose, and walking upon deck, encountered the doctor. "How still all

seems!" said he; "Nature seems to sleep: but 'tis an awful stillness,

such as falls upon a dying patient, prophetic of his end. Nature seems

exhausted, and I could fancy is seeking a short repose to rally her

energies for some decisive blow."

"You are fanciful, Edric," said the doctor; "you alarm yourself

unnecessarily. The violent shock your nerves have sustained, unfits you

for exertion, and renders you disposed to see every thing in a gloomy

light."

"I beg your pardon, Sir," said a ragged English sailor, who happened

to be on board; "in my opinion the gentleman is right, for every

thing portends a storm. Cirro-strati streak the sky, and as they join

with the fleecy cumuli below them in cumulus-strati, nothing can more

clearly indicate wind and rain, and probably thunder. And see, too, how

the dark, frowning nimbus spreads its black shade along the edge of the

horizon, and how the birds fly cowering, almost touching the waters

with their wings as they flit along. Now it begins, hark!"

Whilst the sailor had been speaking, the clouds had thickened

gradually, and the sky had grown dark as night. A hollow murmuring was

heard, which seemed to gather fury as it came, till it burst over the

devoted vessel with terrific violence, and rent the sails to atoms,

whistling round in fearful gusts, as though mocking the mischief it had

done. The sea now heaved mountains high. The forked lightning played

like writhing serpents along the deep black sky; now streaming like

floating ribands in the air, and then darting downwards like fiery

arrows. Thunder rolled heavily in the distance, approaching however

nearer and nearer, every peal reverberating through the sky, as though

echoed back by unseen rocks, till at last a tremendous crash announced

the fall of the electric fluid. Our travellers were preparing to retire

below, when, just as they reached the cabin stairs, the heavens seemed

to open, and a ball of light-blue fire, of a most vivid brightness,

shot downwards from the chasm, and struck the mast of the labouring

ship. Immediately after, a loud crackling noise rattled over their

heads, and then all again was still, save the howling winds, and the

groans of some prostrate seamen, wounded by the scattered fragments of

the splintered mast.

The rain now descended in torrents, and the feeble vessel, at one

moment raised to a fearful height, then dashed down, and apparently

engulphed by the heavy seas that washed over her, seemed every instant

doomed to destruction, and to escape only by a miracle. The shouts of

the seamen, and creaking of the strained timbers of the ship, mingled

horribly with the howling of the wind, and roar of the billows. Every

instant it was expected she must go to pieces; for she had sprung

a leak, and the water rose so fast as to baffle every attempt made

to check its progress. The seamen were now in despair: they broke

open their trunks, and dressing themselves in their best clothes,

they filled their pockets with all the valuables they could find:

then, whilst some went to prayers, others broke open the captain's

spirit-chest, and many rolled overboard in a state of intoxication,

whilst the ship, now become a perfect wreck, drifted before the wind,

and was rapidly sinking. The storm, however, seeming to abate, the

master ordered out the boat, and all the seamen who retained their

senses, eagerly sprang on board. Our travellers attempted to follow,

but the seamen pushed them back, and exclaiming the boat was full,

rowed off, leaving them to their fate.

The English sailor had been in the act of stepping on board the boat,

the very moment she pushed off, and the sudden shock precipitated him

into the sea. A piercing scream burst from his lips, as his body, with

a dying effort, sprang from the waves, which seemed to rise after him

and suck him back into their gulph. Our friends heard the cry, and

rushed to the side of the vessel, but alas! they were powerless to save

him: the ship drifted rapidly by, they saw his hands gleam for a moment

through the waves, as he raised them in agony, and then the roaring

billows rolled on, deep, black, and gloomy as before.

The horror of Edric and the doctor was excessive; but the impending

terrors of their own fate prevented the possibility of their minds

dwelling long upon his. The storm, however, visibly abated, and the

dismantled hulk they were upon, lightened by the desertion of the

sailors, still swam: light, fleecy clouds now scudded rapidly along the

skies, and the moon, struggling to break forth from behind them, shed a

faint and watery gleam upon the scene.

Our travellers now, by the feeble light afforded by the moonbeams,

perceived the boat labouring heavily through the dark-grey sea, and

struggling to reach a long black line of rocks, distinctly marked

in the distance, against which the still boiling waters broke with

tremendous roar, curling in whitened foam as they laved their craggy

sides; whilst the wreck our travellers were upon, seemed rapidly

drifting upon the same point. Death now appeared inevitable, as it was

impossible their shattered bark could resist the shock, if it should

be tossed against these jagged crags; and every moment she seemed

rising upon a wave that must dash her upon them, and floating back to

escape only by a miracle. The doctor and Edric became giddy with these

repeated shocks, and in despair fancied themselves resigned; or rather,

stunned by the misfortunes which had followed each other with such

overwhelming rapidity upon their devoted heads, they awaited their fate

with an apathy which they mistook for resignation.

The seamen in the boat still continued labouring on, straining every

nerve to reach the shore, though ineffectually; for the foaming surge

beat them back with repeated, with resistless violence. With anxious

eyes and beating hearts, our friends marked the progress of the boat;

till, giddy with watching, and feeling their spirits exhausted as they

surveyed the fruitless struggle of the toiling boatmen, they hid their

faces with their hands, and shut it from their sight.

At this instant a wild and piercing cry rang in their ears:--'twas

from the boat. She had swamped; the human beings she contained were

all swallowed up in the boiling waves, and that shriek of agony was

their funeral knell. A horrid silence followed this appalling scream,

unbroken save by the lashing of the billows against the rocks, and the

low, half-suppressed moaning of the winds,--till the senses of the

travellers became bewildered, and they shrieked in agony. Their peril

indeed grew every moment more intense, for every wave carried them

nearer and nearer to those frowning crags, whilst their dark sides,

rearing themselves in awful majesty, seemed mustering their strength

to repel the insolent intruders that sought to invade their territory.

The doctor and Edric, in the mean time, suffering a thousand deaths

in the protracted horrors they were compelled to endure, and which

they could neither mitigate nor evade, shrank back with the shivering

of affrighted nature trembling at dissolution, every time the wave on

which their vessel floated seemed to dash against the shore.

At length, however, the fate they had so long dreaded arrived. Their

shattered hulk was raised on a tremendous billow, and thrown with

fearful violence upon the rocks, with a force that shivered it to

atoms, and engulphed the doctor and Edric in the boiling surge. The

next wave, however, returning, swept them along in its bosom, and threw

them, perfectly insensible, though locked in each other's arms, upon

the shore.

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