"You'll maybe remember," commenced Bob, "that when I came upon deck last
night to take my watch, I mentioned that I was glad enough to be out of
my hammock, and away from the tormentin' dreams I'd had of that--
sarpent!
"Well, and I was too--I felt better and calmer like the minute I set
foot upon the deck; and, as soon as you was gone below, I makes myself
comfortable in the chair," (a low deck-chair in which we used frequently
to sit whilst steering), "takes the tiller-rope in my hand, sets the
little craft's course by a star, and starts thinking how pleased the
skipper will be when he sees his son and his old mate turning up some
fine morning at the anchorage which, I doubt not, lies just under his
parlour window.
"I got thinking and thinking, until it seemed to me as I could see the
`old man' as plain as I can see you now, coming down between the trees,
with his hand held out, and his face all smiling and joyful like, and I
steps forward to give him a hearty shake of the fin, when all of a
suddent he changes into that infarnal old sarpent, and at me he comes,
with his eyes glaring, and his jaws wide open.
"You may take your oath, Harry, I warn't long in stays. Round I comes
like a top, and away I scuds dead afore the wind; and he--the sarpent, I
mean--arter me. It seemed to me as the faster I tried to run, the less
headway I made; and presently he was close aboard of me.
"There was a great rock just ahead of me; and I makes a _tremenjous_
jump to get behind it, when whack goes my head ag'in' the main boom with
that force it fairly stunned me, and afore I could recover myself I lost
my balance, and overboard I goes.
"I felt myself going, and flung out my hands to save myself naterally,
and by that means I managed to get hold of the becket of the life-buoy,
which in course broke adrift from the boom, and came overboard with me.
"Well, I didn't seem to know where I was or what I was doin' for a
minute or two; and then the cold water revived me. I slips my arm
through the buoy, and takes a look round for the cutter.
"I must have run her pretty nigh dead off the wind in my sleep, for I
could see her almost straight to leeward of me, still standin' on, but
comin' slowly to the wind.
"She was a good quarter of a mile away from me, and I thinks as how I
might still have a chance of fetching her ag'in, if she gets to luffing
into the wind, and losing her way, so I strikes out a'ter her.
"But, Lord bless ye! Harry, you've no idea how the little hussy slips
along, until you comes to be overboard, swimming in her wake.
"It seemed to me as though she'd _never_ come to, and all the while she
was walking away to the tune of a good seven knots.
"At last, when I rose on the top of a sea, I sees as she was in stays;
and `All right,' thinks I, `Harry's come on deck and missed me, and he's
comin' back a'ter me.' But I soon saw as she'd run into the wind, and
hove herself to, and that most likely you was still fast asleep in your
hammock.
"I next tried to cut her off by swimming in the direction that she was
heading, but after about half an hour's hard tusslin' I knowed it was no
use; she fore-reached upon me as if I was at anchor. So I give the job
up, and lay-to in the buoy for a rest, for I'd put out all my strength
in chase, and was pretty nigh done up.
"I knowed you'd miss me some time in the morning, and that you'd miss
the buoy too, and I felt sartain that you'd come back to look me up, so
I sets to work to get my signal-pole on end and the flag flyin', all
ready for daylight.
"I watched the little barkie fairly out of sight, and then I began to
feel lonesome like, and I'll own that most oncomfortable thoughts came
into my head about the sea-sarpent; but, strange as you may think it, I
never give a thought to the sharks.
"I thought as day were never going to break ag'in; but at last I sees it
light up a bit away to the east'ard, and it got grad'ally brighter and
brighter; and presently I sees the sun just showin' above the horizon.
"Then I felt a little bit more cheerful and satisfied like, for I knowed
you'd soon be stirring, and I should have you back on the look-out for
me.
"Of course I gave a good look all round as soon as there was light
enough to see properly; but there warn't so much as a gull in sight, and
away to the nor'ard, and east'ard where I knowed you was, the sun
dazzled my eyes so's I couldn't see.
"Well, 'twas just as I'd caught a glimpse, as I thought, of the peak of
the _Lily's_ gaff-topsail, that I sees, about fifty fathom away, the fin
of that shark scullin' quietly along. I kept pretty still, you may
swear, hoping he'd pass me. But--not he. Down goes his helm, and he
takes a sheer my way, and I thought it was all up with me.
"He ranged up alongside as quiet as you please, hows'ever, and just
dodged round and round me, off and on, as if he didn't quite know what I
was made of.
"I expect it was the flutterin' of the flag overhead as he didn't
understand; but, any way, he kept very quiet and peaceable for a good
long spell, and I was beginnin' to hope he wouldn't have no truck with
me. And, to cheer me up still more, I sees the little _Lily_ coming
back to look for her chief-mate.
"If you'll believe me, Harry, I'm of opinion that devil saw you comin'
as well as myself, and that he knowed he'd have to make up his mind
pretty soon, or lose me altogether, for he began to swim round me now
tolerable smart, and presently he makes a dive.
"I'd made up my mind what to do as soon as he took to that game; and I
starts splashing hands and legs all I knowed, and shouting too, like
fury; and presently he comes up again.
"Well, the chap kept me that busy, I hadn't a minute to spare; and when
you ranged up alongside I was that tired out I didn't know how to make
another splash."
"So much for going to sleep in your watch on deck, Master Bob," said I,
as the mate brought his yarn to a conclusion.
"Ay! more shame to me that I should ever have done such a thing,"
replied he, greatly crestfallen; "but I lay the blame of the whole
consarn, from beginnin' to end, on that--sarpent, though no amount of
sarpents will excuse a man fallin' asleep in his watch, more especially
when he has charge of the deck."
"Well," said I, "you have been pretty well punished for your fault, old
man, at all events. But `all's well that ends well;' and I am heartily
glad that you are so well out of the scrape. And now, I shall insist on
your going to your hammock for the rest of the day, and I'll take care
of the craft. In fact, she will almost steer herself in this weather,
so I shall manage very well indeed. Only don't have any more dreams
which will cause you to jump overboard, please, for I really cannot
afford to lose you."
The poor old fellow was so exhausted that, though he protested against
the proposed arrangement, I could see he was glad enough to avail
himself of it; and after a feeble attempt at remonstrance, he yielded to
my persuasions, and turned in, and was quickly in a sound refreshing
sleep.
Nothing further of importance occurred for several days to break the
monotony of the voyage.
We continued to make good way to the southward, and ten days after
crossing the line we lost the south-east trade-winds, and ran into a
light southerly breeze. As we still had a very fair quantity of water
on board, and indulged in good hopes of getting rain enough, shortly, to
fill our tank up, without the necessity of putting in anywhere, and as
the chances were very great that, as we got farther to the southward, we
should meet with westerly winds, I determined to stand to the southward
and westward, close-hauled, of course, on the port tack, so that
_should_ the wind come from the westward, as we expected, we should be
in a good weatherly position; whilst, if we were disappointed in the
matter of rain, we should have the land close aboard, and could run in
and fill up.
The southerly wind lasted us a couple of days, and then veered gradually
round to about south-west. As this broke us off considerably from our
course, we hove the cutter about, and were then able to lie about south-
and-by-east, a good rap full.
The wind now freshened considerably, and we had it stronger than at any
time since leaving England, except in the gale in the Bay of Biscay, so
that we were reduced to double-reefed mainsail, reefed foresail, and
number three jib. Under this canvas the little _Lily_ made very
excellent weather of it, though the incessant showers of spray which she
threw over herself necessitated the constant use of our macintoshes
whilst on deck, and this we found extremely inconvenient, from their
warmth.
However, as we had been wonderfully favoured in the matter of weather so
far, we had no right to grumble if we were now treated to a few of the
inconveniences of such a voyage as ours. Though still making very good
way, we were not getting on so fast as we had been, our low canvas, and
the heavy sea (for a craft of our size) which began to get up, not
permitting us to do more than our seven knots.
Still, this was remarkably good work, and we ought to have been
perfectly satisfied; but the little barkie had stepped out at such a
rattling pace all the earlier part of the voyage, that we could not be
contented with any reduction in speed.
This lasted for five days, and then, about one p.m., the wind suddenly
dropped altogether, and left us tumbling helplessly about without even
steerage-way. The sky had gradually become overcast, and the air
suffocatingly close, and when I went below to look at the aneroid, I
found it had gone back considerably.
This might mean only a thunderstorm, or it might mean something much
worse, so we set to work to prepare for whatever might come. The
mainsail was stowed and the cover put on, the foresail hauled down and
unbent, and the trysail bent, reefed, and stowed, to be set or not, as
circumstances might require.
As it turned out, it was only a thunderstorm, but it was a regular
tropical one whilst it lasted. The rain came down in _sheets_, without
a breath of wind; and we not only filled our tank, but also every
available cask, can, and empty bottle we had on board, and as this was
done long before the rain was over (though the thunderstorm soon passed
off), Bob and I stripped, and enjoyed to our heart's content the
unwonted luxury of a wash from head to foot in the most deliciously soft
water, after which we roused out our dirty clothes, and had a regular
good washing-day.
The rain lasted about three hours, and then cleared away as rapidly as
it had come on, leaving the air beautifully fresh and pure, the sea
beaten down until nothing but a long, lazy swell remained of the late
breeze, and ourselves refreshed beyond description by our soap and water
bath. The sun came out again, clear and strong, drying our washing in
about half an hour, and to complete the good work, a nice, steady wind
from the north-east sprang up, and sent us bowling merrily along upon
our course once more, with all our flying-kites aloft to woo the welcome
breeze, the glass beginning to rise again immediately the thunderstorm
was over.
Two nights after this, the wind still holding favourable, though rather
fresher, so that our spars had as much as they could do, notwithstanding
our preventer backstays, to bear the strain of our enormous spinnaker
and balloon gaff-topsail, and the little _Water Lily_ flying along at--
as our patent log told us--over thirteen knots, we dashed past a half-
consumed hencoop, a few charred pieces of planking, and some half-burnt
spars, all of which had the appearance of having been but a short time
in the water.
The spars were those of a ship of about a thousand tons; and we came to
the conclusion that it was one of those melancholy cases in which the
good ship, after perhaps successfully battling with a hundred storms, is
made to succumb at last to that terrible foe to seamen, a fire, ignited
by the merest and apparently most trivial of accidents. But the reader
will see, further on, that we had but too good reason to alter this
opinion.
We passed this wreckage about the middle of the second dog-watch, while
Bob and I were discussing the propriety of shortening sail somewhat for
the night; but as the breeze seemed disposed to grow lighter rather than
otherwise, we decided to let everything stand for the present. When Bob
called me at midnight, however, the wind had hauled so far round from
the eastward that it became necessary to shift the spinnaker to the
bowsprit-end; and this we accordingly did.
The wind had fallen much lighter while I was below, it continued to drop
all my watch, and when I turned out next morning there was barely enough
of it to fan us along at about three knots.
As the sun rose higher it died away altogether, and it was as much as we
could do, through the day, to keep the cutter's head in the right
direction. This would have been wearisome work in the tropics; but we
had been out of them for some days, and were getting well to the
southward, and the air began to feel quite fresh and chilly at night; so
much so, indeed, that for the last night or two Bob and I had found our
thick pilot jackets a very great comfort.
At last, by the time that tea was ready, the _Lily_ was "boxing the
compass," having lost steerage-way altogether; so, as our big sails were
no use, we took them in and stowed them away, not knowing from whence or
how strong the breeze might next come.
We took a good look all round at the weather, and then left the _Lily_
to take care of herself, whilst we went below to our evening meal. This
over, we both went on deck again to smoke our pipes, and have a chat
until eight bells. It may be thought that two men situated as we were
would soon exhaust all available topics of conversation; but this was by
no means the case.
Bob, though he had no education but that pertaining to his profession,
was a profound thinker, and he often amused and sometimes startled me by
the originality of his remarks.
He had knocked about the world a good deal, and had the knack of not
only a quick observation, but also of being able to clearly and
accurately recall what he had seen, and the impressions thereby produced
upon himself.
He was expatiating, on this occasion, on the charms of nature, of which
he was an enthusiastic admirer, the subject having been suggested by the
beauty of the sunset which we had both been watching, and I was
thoroughly enjoying the rugged eloquence with which the scene had
inspired him, when we were startled by a long, low, wailing cry which
rang out upon the still air, apparently not half a dozen fathoms from
us, making our blood curdle and our hair stiffen with horror at its
unearthly and thrilling cadence.
We looked earnestly and eagerly in the direction from which the cry had
seemed to proceed, but nothing was visible in that or, indeed, in any
other direction.
The sun had set, and the grey of evening was deepening over the glassy
surface of the water; but there was still light enough reflected from
the sky to have enabled us to see any object within sight almost as
distinctly as in broad day, but not an object of any description could
we see, not even a solitary albatross.
We had carefully scanned, as far as was possible, the entire visible
surface of the ocean, and had turned inquiringly towards each other,
when once more rang out that mysterious cry, this time apparently close
under our stern.
We turned, unutterably horror-stricken, in that direction, but there was
_nothing_. Seamen are, as a rule, as brave as lions; but anything
mysterious and unaccountable completely cows them, and such, I confess,
was now the case with us.
The cry was too sharp and loud to have proceeded from any distance; and
there was no visible explanation of it. It was not repeated a third
time, I am happy to say; and I wish never to hear anything like it
again. What it was, or whence it came, we never knew, and I was, and am
to this day, utterly unable to account for it.
I have since been informed that such sounds have occasionally been heard
at sea by others as well as ourselves, but never with the result of any
discovery as to their origin.
During the next three days we had nothing but light variable winds, and
calms.
On the morning of the fourth day, at daybreak, we made a sail directly
ahead. At this time we had a nice little breeze, and were going about
six knots.
As we neared her, we noticed that she was hove-to, her courses brailed
up, and her topgallant yards on the caps. When close to her, it struck
us that something must be the matter on board, for not a soul could we
see about her decks. The vessel herself too--a full-rigged ship of
about fourteen hundred tons--struck us as being unusually deep in the
water. There being no sea on, we decided to run alongside and board
her, thinking she might possibly prove derelict. We did so,
accordingly, rounding-to under her stern, and ranging up alongside on
her lee quarter; having first, however, taken in our gaff-topsail and
lowered our topmast, so as not to foul her rigging.
As we came gently alongside, an exclamation escaped Bob, who was
standing forward, ready to heave a line on board or jump up the side
with it, according to circumstances.
"There's been some cursed foul play here, by the look of it, Harry,"
exclaimed he.
Good heavens! what a sight met our horrified gaze as we leaped down upon
the ship's deck!
Some three or four and twenty corpses lay there, with the blood still
slowly oozing in a few instances from wounds in various parts of their
bodies.
The wounds were mostly inflicted by cutlasses and pistol-shots; but two
of the bodies, apparently those of officers, had the heads almost
severed from the trunks, the gashes having been evidently inflicted by a
keener weapon than a ship's cutlass. These bodies had the arms lashed
tightly behind the back.
Too horror-stricken to speak a word, I walked aft, Bob following me, and
entered the cabin, which was on deck, and from which I thought I heard a
groan issuing. On entering, the first object I saw was the body of a
young man, about four-and-twenty years of age, lying close across the
doorway, and covered with wounds. His left arm was almost completely
cut through; a long gash had laid his forehead open from above the right
temple to the left eyebrow; a pistol-bullet had entered his forehead
nearly fair between the eyes; and blood had evidently flowed copiously
from his right breast. This body lay across three others, dressed in
the usual attire of seamen.
On a sofa, which stretched entirely across the after-part of the cabin,
lay the body of a young girl; and lastly, under the cabin-table, lay
another body, from which, whilst we stood gazing in speechless horror at
these evidences of diabolical atrocity, a faint groan issued.
Bob assisted me to draw the sufferer from under the table; and we then
saw that he was an old man, grey-haired, and dressed in fine blue cloth
garnished with gilt buttons, and a strip of gold lace round the cuffs of
the jacket; no doubt the master of the vessel.
The cabin had, notwithstanding the ghastly appearance it presented, been
the scene of a wild carouse, for the table was covered with glasses and
wine and spirit bottles, and broken bottles and glasses littered the
floor. I searched among the contents of the table until I found a
bottle only partly empty, and from this I poured out a glass of its
contents, which proved to be port, and managed with considerable
difficulty to get a small quantity of the wine down the wounded man's
throat. The skylight was open, and the air, coming down through it in a
cool gentle breeze, assisted the wine in restoring him to consciousness.
He opened his eyes, and gazed round him vacantly for a moment or so,
and then memory returned, and he burst violently into tears. We soothed
him as well as we could, assuring him that we were friends, and that we
would not leave him; and in a minute or two he recovered strength and
composure enough to speak.
"Thank you, gentlemen, thank you," said he, "but my time here is very
short, and your well-meant efforts for my relief are not only useless,
but they also increase my suffering. You are, I presume, from some ship
which has come up with us since those fiends left. Kindly prop me up a
little higher on the sofa, gentlemen, if you please, and I will
endeavour to tell you what has happened before I pass away."
We did so; and as we were making his position as easy as we could for
him, his eye fell upon the body of the young girl, and once more his
tears burst forth, mingled with prayers for her, and the most bitter
curses upon her destroyers.
He raised one hand to his face as though to brush his tears away, and we
then noticed for the first time--horror upon horror!--that his fingers
had all been cut, or rather _hacked_ out, at the knuckle-joints, the
wounds still slowly bleeding.
He saw our looks of compassion, and said, as if in reply:
"Ah, gentlemen, willingly would I have submitted to be torn limb from
limb by the demons, had they but spared my poor Rose--my darling, my
only daughter."
After another short pause, he began:
"It was about midnight, last night, that we noticed a sail ahead of us,
which was duly reported. There was not very much wind at the time, and
she did not near us until about six bells. As she closed with us, her
movements became so suspicious that I ordered the arm-chest on deck,
called all hands, and served out the pistols and cutlasses to them.
"Our suspicions were very shortly confirmed, for when she was within a
cable's length of us she sheered suddenly alongside, and about fifty men
leaped from her on to our deck. Our poor fellows gave them a warm
reception; but they were all quickly cut down, and in about three
minutes the pirates had the ship. They immediately began to plunder
her, and a band of the most ruffianly of them, headed by their captain,
made for the cabin. Seeing that all was lost, my son--his body lies at
the door there--and I rushed in here, to make a desperate stand in
defence of my daughter.
"The poor fellow killed three of them, whilst I severely wounded others;
but he was shot down, and I fell, exhausted with the wounds I had
already received. My poor girl was soon discovered and dragged from her
berth.
"The chief then questioned me as to our cargo, where we were from, and
so on; and believing that treasure was concealed somewhere in the ship,
he mutilated me thus," holding up his fingerless hands, "to force me to
reveal its hiding-place. We had none, but he would not be convinced;
and when my daughter also denied the existence of any treasure on board,
the villain deliberately shot her before my eyes!
"They then ransacked the cabin, turned out the lockers, and drank and
sang, until the mate, I suppose, of the pirate came in and reported that
everything of value was transferred to the brig; when the leader--whom I
once or twice heard addressed as Johnson,"--Bob and I started and looked
at each other expressively--"ordered the ship to be scuttled, and for
all hands but those employed on the work to return to the brig. They
then left the cabin; and, about half an hour afterwards, I believe, they
left the ship. She cannot--float ver--very much--longer; but I shall--
shall be--gone before--"
His voice had been gradually growing weaker and weaker as he approached
the end of his narrative, and now failed altogether. I tore open the
front of his shirt to ascertain if his heart still beat, and now saw
that he had received, in addition to other wounds, a shot through the
chest.
There was no blood; but he no doubt bled internally. I could detect not
the faintest flutter of the heart, so we laid him gently down on the
sofa. As we did so, a small stream of blood trickled out of his mouth,
he sighed heavily, and his jaw dropped.
Seeing that he was dead, we left the cabin, and stepped out once more
into the bright sunshine. We noticed that, even during the short time
we had been on board, the vessel had settled considerably in the water.
It was evidently quite time we were off; but we first went all round the
deck, examining carefully each body, to see if any one exhibited the
least sign of life; but all were utterly beyond the reach of our help.
We accordingly cast _off_, and returned on board the _Water Lily_,
making all the sail we could, to get as speedily as possible away from
the scene of such diabolical atrocities.
We were about four miles distant from the ship, when we observed her
roll once or twice slowly and heavily; her stern rose, and, her bows
disappearing beneath the water, she gradually became almost
perpendicular, when she paused for a moment and then sank gently out of
sight.
The moment that Johnson's name was mentioned, the same idea flashed into
both our minds; that this was the same man, and probably the same ship,
of which we had so lately heard. The captain spoke of the pirate vessel
as a brig; and we felt no manner of doubt that she was the _Albatross_.
So, then, these men,--the men who had showed such base treachery to my
father,--were still at large, and in full prosecution of their
villainous designs. And not only so, but they were in the same quarter
of the globe as ourselves, and manifestly at no very great distance.
We felt no difficulty whatever now in attaching a very different and
much more sinister significance to the charred fragments of wreck we had
lately passed. Our little craft would of course be but a poor prize to
these rascals; but since they seemed so to luxuriate in cruelty, it
behoved us to give them as wide a berth as possible.
The presence of this craft, and that, too, in our immediate vicinity,
was a source of the greatest anxiety to us; so much so, that we took in
our gaff-topsail, and housed our topmast, to show but a low spread of
canvas; and one or other of us remained posted at the mast-head all day,
on the look-out, so as, if possible, to sight her before being seen
ourselves, should it happen that we were both proceeding in the same
direction, or on such courses as would bring us together.
We maintained this ceaseless watch for the pirate-brig for four days,
when, judging from the experience we had already obtained of our sailing
powers in fine weather as compared with those of other vessels that we
had fallen in with, we came to the conclusion that all immediate danger
of a _rencontre_ with her was past; and we accordingly relaxed our
vigilance, and allowed ourselves some rest, which, by this time, we
greatly needed.
About noon on the seventh day after boarding the ship scuttled by the
pirates (the name of which I forgot to mention was _the Massachusetts_,
of New York), land appeared ahead. It was the Falkland group of barren
and desolate islands in the vicinity of Cape Horn. As we had been
expecting, the wind now drew round from the westward, fresh, though not
so much so as to prevent our showing a jib-headed gaff-topsail to it.
Under this sail the little _Water Lily_ made most excellent way; going a
good eight knots through the water, close-hauled, and against a very
respectable head-sea. As the day drew on, the wind freshened; and,
though we carried on as long as we dared, wishing to get round the
dreaded Cape as quickly as possible, we were obliged at sunset to take
our topsail in, in order to save our topmast.
By breakfast-time next morning it became necessary to further reduce our
canvas, and we accordingly took down a reef in our mainsail. The
question now arose whether it would be better to go round outside of
everything, or to attempt the Straits of Magellan. We hove the little
craft to, and went below and carefully examined the chart; discussing,
as we did so, the comparative advantages and disadvantages of the two
routes.
Bob had experience of both; and he seemed to feel that in the present
state of the weather, and with the wind as it was, we were likely to
make a quicker passage by going on to the southward, and passing round
the Horn. I was of the same opinion, by no means liking the intricacies
of the navigation of the Straits, or the violent tides which our sailing
directions told us swept through them.
We accordingly filled away again, carrying on, notwithstanding the still
freshening breeze, until the little _Water Lily_ seemed alternately to
threaten diving to the bottom with us or taking flight altogether into
the air. We were nearly blinded by the copious showers of spray which
flew over us, and our mainsail was wet to its very peak; yet it was a
real pleasure to see the ease and lightness with which the boat skimmed
over the now formidable and angry sea.
About four bells in the morning watch, we passed within three miles of
the easternmost end of Staten Island. An hour later, the breeze
freshened upon us so fiercely that we saw it would be dangerous to
trifle with it any longer; so we hauled down our mainsail and stowed it;
and bent and set the trysail in its place, single-reefed. This change
proved a very great relief to the little craft, the sway and leverage of
the heavy main-boom having made her plunge tremendously; whereas, now,
she went along without shipping a drop of water beyond the spray which
she of course still continued to throw over herself.
It was whilst we were busy shifting our after canvas that the little
_Lily_ experienced perhaps one of the most narrow escapes of the whole
voyage. We were too much occupied with our work to keep a very bright
look-out; indeed, we considered that, beyond the state of the weather,
there was nothing to demand our attention.
We had just completed the bending of the trysail, when away to windward
of us, not more than a quarter of a mile distant, we observed a large
ship running down directly upon us before the wind, under topgallant
stunsails.
The _Lily_ was almost stationary at the time; and the ship was heading
as straight as she possibly could for us. How the trysail went up, it
is impossible for me to say; we pulled like demons, and it seemed to
rise instantaneously into its place, fully set. I sprang aft, and put
the helm hard up, to gather way; and we had just begun to draw through
the water, when the ship took a sheer as though to cross our bows. I
kept the tiller jammed hard over, and eased away the trysail sheet,
intending to wear, when the ship took another sheer directly towards us.
She was now close aboard of us, and not a soul could I see on the look-
out. Bob rushed aft, with his eye on the ship's bowsprit, evidently
prepared for a spring; whilst I shifted the tiller and flattened in the
trysail sheet once more. That saved us. The cutter luffed just in
time, and shot literally from beneath the ship's bows. So close were
we, that had the stranger been _pitching_ instead of _'scending_ at the
moment, her jib-boom-end must have passed through the peak of our
trysail.
It may seem to the uninitiated an easy matter to keep out of an
approaching ship's way, by simply observing the precise direction in
which she is steering; but, as a matter of fact, a ship, when running
before the wind, sails in anything but a straight line, _sheering_ first
one way and then another, and it is quite impossible for a spectator to
judge with accuracy in which direction she will sheer at a given moment;
hence the danger in which we so unexpectedly found ourselves.