It need scarcely be said that the man-of-war did not overtake the
pirate's canoe!
She cruised about for some days in the hope of falling in with it. Then
her course was altered, and she was steered once more for Ratinga. But
the elements seemed to league with Ebony in this matter, for, ere she
sighted the island, there burst upon her one of those tremendous
hurricanes with which the southern seas are at times disturbed. So
fierce was the tempest that the good ship was obliged to present her
stern to the howling blast, and scud before it under bare poles.
When the wind abated, Captain Fitzgerald found himself so far from the
scene of his recent visit, and so pressed for time, as well as with the
claims of other duties--possibly, according to Ebony, the capturing and
hanging of other pirates--that he resolved to postpone his visit until a
more convenient season. The convenient season never came. Captain
Fitzgerald returned home to die, and with him died the memory of Rosco
the pirate--at least as far as public interest in his capture and
punishment was concerned--for some of the captain's papers were mislaid
and lost and among them the personal description of the pirate, and the
account of his various misdeeds.
But Rosco himself did not die. He lived to prove the genuine nature of
his conversion, and to assist Waroonga in his good work. As it is just
possible that some reader may doubt the probability--perhaps even the
possibility--of such a change, we recommend him to meditate on the fact
that Saul of Tarsus, the persecutor, became Paul, the loving Apostle of
the Lord.
One morning, not long after the events just narrated, Zeppa came to
Rosco's hut with a bundle under his arm. He was followed by Marie,
Betsy, Zariffa, and Lippy with her mother. By that time Lippy had been
provided with a bonnet similar to that of her friend Ziffa, and her
mother had been induced to mount a flannel petticoat, which she wore
tied round her neck or her waist, as her fancy or her forgetfulness
inclined her. The party had accompanied Zeppa to observe the effect of
this bundle on Rosco.
That worthy was seated on a low couch constructed specially for him by
Ebony. He was busy reading.
"Welcome, friends all," he said, with a look of surprise at the
deputation-like visit.
"We have come to present you with a little gift, Rosco," said Zeppa,
unrolling the bundle and holding up to view a couple of curious
machines.
"Wooden legs!" exclaimed Rosco with something between a gasp and a
laugh.
"That's what they are, Rosco. We have been grieved to see you creeping
about in such a helpless fashion, and dependent on Ebony, or some other
strong-backed fellow, when you wanted to go any distance, so Orlando and
I have put our heads together, and produced a pair of legs."
While he was speaking the on-lookers gazed in open-eyed-and-mouthed
expectancy, for they did not feel quite sure how their footless friend
would receive the gift.
"It is kind, _very_ kind of you," he said, on recovering from his
surprise; "but how am I to fix them on? there's no hole to shove the
ends of my poor legs into."
"Oh! you don't shove your legs into them at all," said Zeppa; "you've
only got to go on your knees into them--see, this part will fit your
knees pretty well--then you strap them on, make them fast, and away you
go. Let's try them."
To the delight of the women and children, Rosco was quite as eager to
try on the legs as they were to see him do it. The bare idea of being
once more able to walk quite excited the poor man, and his hands
trembled as he tried to assist his friend in fixing them.
"Keep your hands away altogether," said Zeppa; "you only delay me.
There now, they're as tight as two masts. Hold on to me while I raise
you up."
At that moment Tomeo, Buttchee, Ebony, Ongoloo, Wapoota, and Orlando
came upon the scene.
"What a shame, father," cried the latter, "to begin without letting us
know!"
"Ah! Orley, I'm sorry you have found us at it. Marie and I had planned
giving you a surprise by making Rosco walk up to you."
"Never mind," cried Rosco impatiently; "just set me on my pins, and I'll
soon walk into him. Now then, hoist away!"
Orley and his father each seized an arm, and next moment Rosco stood up.
"Now den, don' hurry him--hurrah!" cried Ebony, giving a cheer of
encouragement.
"Have a care, friends; don't let me go," said Rosco anxiously, clutching
his supporters' necks with a convulsive grasp. "I'll never do it,
Zeppa. I feel that if you quit me for an instant, I shall go down like
a shot."
"No fear. Here, cut him a staff, Ebony," said Zeppa; "that'll be equal
to three legs, you know, and even a stool can stand alone with three
legs."
The staff was cut and handed to the learner, who, planting it firmly on
the ground before him, leaned on it, and exclaimed, "Let go!" in tones
which instantly suggested "the anchor" to his friends.
The order was obeyed, and the ex-pirate stood swaying to and fro, and
smiling with almost childlike delight. Presently he became solemn,
lifted one leg, and set it down again with marvellous rapidity. Then he
lifted the other leg with the same result. Then he lifted the staff,
but had to replace it smartly to prevent falling forward.
"I fear I can only do duty as a motionless tripod," he said rather
anxiously.
"Nebber fear, massa--oh! Look out!"
The latter exclamation was caused by Rosco falling backwards; to prevent
which catastrophe he made a wild flourish with his arms, and a sweep
with his staff, which just grazed the negro's cheek. Zeppa, however,
caught him in his arms, and set him up again.
"Now then, try once more," he said encouragingly.
Rosco tried, and in the course of half-an-hour managed, with many a
stagger and upheaval of the arms and staff to advance about eight or ten
yards. At this point, however, he chanced to place the end of the right
leg on a soft spot of ground. Down it went instantly to the knee, and
over went the learner on his side, snapping the leg short off in the
fall!
It would be difficult to paint the general disappointment at this sudden
collapse of the experiment. A united groan burst from the party,
including the patient, for it at once became apparent that a man with a
wooden leg--to say nothing of two--could only walk on a hard beaten
path, and as there were few such in the island, Rosco's chance of a long
ramble seemed to vanish. But Zeppa and his son were not men to be
easily beaten. They set to work to construct feet for the legs, which
should be broad enough to support their friend on softish ground, and
these were so arranged with a sort of ball-and-socket joint, that the
feet could be moved up and down. In theory this worked admirably; in
practice it failed, for after a staggering step or two, the toes having
been once raised refused to go down, and thus was produced the curious
effect of a man stumping about on his heels! To overcome this
difficulty the heels of the feet were made to project almost as much
behind as the toes did in front somewhat after the pattern of Ebony's
pedal arrangements, as Rosco remarked when they were being fitted on for
another trial. At last, by dint of perseverance, the wooden legs were
perfected, and Rosco re-acquired the art of walking to such perfection,
that he was to be seen, almost at all times and in all weathers,
stumping about the village, his chief difficulty being that when he
chanced to fall, which he often did, he was obliged either to get some
one to help him up, or to crawl home; for, being unable to get his knees
to the ground when the legs were on, he was obliged to unstrap them if
no one was within hail.
Now, during all this time, Betsy Waroonga remained quite inconsolable
about her husband.
"But my dear, you know he is quite safe," her friend Marie Zeppa would
say to her, "for he is doing the Master's work among Christian men."
"I knows that," Betsy would reply, "an' I'm comforted a leetle when I
think so; but what for not Zeppa git a canoe ready an' take me to him?
A missionary not worth nothing without hees wife."
Marie sympathised heartily with this sentiment, but pointed out that it
was too long and dangerous a voyage to be undertaken in a canoe, and
that it was probable the mission ship would revisit Ratinga ere long, in
which case the voyage could be undertaken in comfort and safety.
But Betsy did not believe in the danger of a canoe voyage, nor in the
speedy arrival of the mission ship. In fact she believed in nothing at
that time, save in her own grief and the hardness of her case. She
shook her head, and the effect on the coal-scuttle, which had now become
quite palsied with age and hard service, was something amazing, insomuch
that Marie's sympathy merged irresistibly into mirth.
The good woman's want of faith, however, received a rebuke not many
weeks later.
She was hastening, one afternoon, to an outlying field to gather
vegetables in company with Zariffa, who had by that time grown into a
goodly-sized girl.
The pace induced silence, also considerable agitation in both bonnets.
When they had cleared the village, and reached Rosco's hut near the
entrance to the palm-grove, they went up to the open door and looked in,
but no one was there.
"He's hoed out to walk," observed Zariffa with a light laugh; "awful
fond o' walkin' since he got the 'ooden legs!"
"What was you want with him?" asked Betsy, as they resumed their walk.
"Want to ask 'bout the Bibil lesson for to-morrow. Some things me no
can understan', an' Rosco great at the Bibil now."
"Yes," murmured Betsy with a nod, "there's many things in the Bibil not
easy to understand. Takes a deal o' study, Ziffa, to make him out.
Your father always say that. But Rosco's fuss-rate at 'splainin' of
'em. Fuss-rate--so your father say. Him was born for a mis'nary."
At that moment a cry was heard in the distance. They had been ascending
a winding path leading to the field to which they were bound.
"Sounds like man in distress," said Betsy, breaking into a run with that
eager alacrity which usually characterises the sympathetic.
Zariffa replied not, but followed her mother. The cry was repeated, and
at once recognised as being uttered by the man who was "born for a
mis'nary," but had mistaken his profession when he became a pirate!
When they reached the spot whence it had apparently issued, the
mis'nary, or ex-pirate, was nowhere to be seen.
"Hooroo! whar' is you?" shouted Betsy, looking round.
"Here!" cried a half-smothered voice from somewhere in the earth.
"Oh! look!" exclaimed Zariffa in a sort of squeal as she ran towards a
spot where two strange plants seemed to have sprung up.
"Rosco's legs!" said Betsy, aghast.
And she was right. The venturesome man had, with his accustomed
hardihood, attempted that day to scale the mountain side, and had fallen
into a hole by the side of the track, from which he could by no means
extricate himself, because of its being a tightish fit, his head being
down and his legs were in the air.
"Oh, Betsy, pull me out lass! I'm half-choked already," gasped the
unfortunate man.
But Betsy could not move him, much less pull him out, although heartily
assisted by her daughter.
"Run, Ziffa, run an' fetch men!"
Ziffa ran like a hunted deer, so anxious was she for the deliverance of
her Bible instructor. On turning sharp round a bend in the track, she
plunged into the bosom of Ebony.
"Ho! hi! busted I am; why, what's de matter, Ziffa? you travel like a
cannon-ball!"
As he spoke, Zeppa and his son, who had been walking behind Ebony, came
up. The panting child only replied, "Rosco--queek!" and ran before them
to the fatal spot. Need we say that in a few moments the "born
mis'nary" was drawn like a cork out of a bottle, and set down right end
up? Then they carried him to a clear space, whence the sea was visible,
condoling with him as they went; but here all thought of the accident
and of everything else was banished, for the moment by the sight of a
ship on the horizon!
It turned out to be the mission-vessel with supplies, and with a young
native missionary, or Bible-reader; and thus, in a few days, not only
Betsy Waroonga, but Ongoloo and Wapoota, with Lippy and her mother and
Orlando, were enabled to return to Sugar-loaf Island.
The joy of the Sugarlovians at the return of their chiefs and friends is
not to be described, for, despite the assurances of Waroonga, they had
begun to grow uneasy. Neither is it possible to describe the condition
of the coal-scuttle bonnet after it had been crushed in the reckless
embrace of Betsy's spouse, nor the delight of the uncles, aunts,
brothers, cousins, nieces, and nephews of Lippy, when they got her safe
back again, though awfully disguised by the miniature coal-scuttle and
flaming petticoat.
By that time the Mountain-men and the Raturans had rubbed noses,
intermingled, intermarried, broken bows and spears, buried the
war-hatchet and otherwise made up their minds, like sane creatures, to
dwell in peace; for savages come to this condition sometimes--civilised
nations never do! Great, therefore, was their satisfaction when their
mourning, at the prospect of losing Waroonga, was turned into joy by the
decision of the young native teacher, who volunteered to take his place
and remain with them as their permanent instructor in the way of
Righteousness.
A dance was proposed by some of the chiefs as an appropriate way of
expressing their joy and getting rid of superfluous energy; but as their
only dance was a war-dance, it was thought better to celebrate the
occasion by a grand feast which, being preceded by games--wrestling,
jumping, and running, etcetera--served the purpose equally well--if not
better.
Thus was an island won from heathenism in those far off southern seas!
And now, what shall we say in conclusion? Time and space would fail us,
were we to continue the history of Ratinga island down to the present
time. We can only add that Waroonga and Betsy returned home, that a
stalwart son of Tomeo went in after years, to Sugar-loaf Island, and
carried off Lippy as his bride, along with her mother; that a handsome
son of Ongoloo took revenge by carrying Zariffa away from Ratinga,
without her mother; that regular and frequent intercourse was set up
between the two islands by means of a little schooner; that Ebony stuck
to his master and mistress through thick and thin to a good old age;
that Orlando went to England, studied medicine, and returned again to
Ratinga with a fair daughter of that favoured land; that Wapoota's
morals improved by degrees; that Buttchee became more reconciled to
European dress as he grew older; and that the inhabitants of the two
islands generally became wiser and happier--though of course not
perfect--through the benign influence of that Gospel which teaches man
to do to others as he would have others do to him.
Time, as usual, continued to work his marvellous changes as the years
flew by, but of all the transformations he wrought none was so striking
as that produced in two men of Ratinga, who daily sat down, side by
side, in front of their cottage by the sea, to watch a host of children
of all ages, sizes, and complexions, which gambolled merrily on the
sands. These men were old and somewhat feeble, with hair like the
driven snow, but their gentle expressions and ready smiles told of
eternal youth within. As the one sat with his colossal frame still
erect though spare, talking softly to his comrade, and the other sat
slightly bent, with eyes gazing sometimes at the children, and sometimes
at his wooden toes, how difficult how almost impossible, to believe
that, in former days, the one had been the madman, and the other the
pirate!