STORY ONE, CHAPTER 6.

The next morning we were preparing to put to sea, when two large canoes

came off, each carrying about twenty men. As they exhibited a

considerable number of furs, the captain allowed them to come on board,

and trade commenced as usual. In the meantime, three other canoes came

off with a similar number of men, and a larger quantity of furs of the

most valuable descriptions. They also were allowed to come up the side

like the rest.

"Jack, I don't like the look of things," said old Tom.

"Do you observe that the savages are wearing cloaks such as they have

not appeared in before. Just come down for'ard with me."

I followed Tom below. "Here," he said, "fasten this case under your

jacket. If the savages attack us, we will jump into the boat astern;

they will be too much intent on plunder to follow us, and we will make

our escape out to sea. I propose to do this for your sake. As for me,

I would as lief remain and fight it out. I have mentioned my suspicions

to several of the men, and advised them to have an eye on the

handspikes; with them we may keep the savages at bay till we can make

good our retreat."

I asked him why he did not warn the captain. "Because he is mad, and

would only laugh at me," he answered. "Mr Duncan and the interpreter

have already done so, and they are as well aware as I am that mischief

is brewing."

On going on deck, we saw the captain speaking to the Indians, and

ordering them to return to their canoes. They appeared as if they were

going to obey him, when suddenly, each man drawing a weapon from beneath

his cloak uttered a fearful yell, and leaped at the officers and us.

The captain, with only a jack-knife in his hand, defended himself

bravely, killing four of his savage assailants.

Led by old Tom, I, with three or four other men, fought our way aft to

join the officers, intending, should we be overpowered, to leap, as we

had proposed, into the boat. I saw poor Mr Duncan struck down and hove

into a canoe alongside. The captain was apparently trying to reach the

cabin, probably to get his fire-arms, when he fell, struck by a hatchet

on the head.

"Follow me," cried Tom. "We may reach the boat through the cabin

windows." As he said this, he sprang down the companion-hatch, I and

two others following him. The remainder of our number were overtaken by

the savages before they could reach it. The last, Andrew Pearson, our

boatswain, contrived to secure the hatch. This gave us time to get hold

of the fire-arms fastened against the bulkheads, and to load and place

them ready for use on the table. There were at least a dozen muskets,

and as many brace of pistols. Had these been in our hands on deck, we

should probably have driven the savages overboard, or they would have

been deterred from making the attack. With them, we might now defend

our lives against vastly superior numbers.

The scuffle on deck was still going on, the yells of the savages rising

above the stifled groans and cries of our unfortunate shipmates. They

soon ceased, and then arose a shout of triumph from our enemies, and we

knew that we were the only survivors. But we too were in a desperate

plight. Tom was severely wounded, and the boatswain and the other man

had received several gashes. I, indeed, thanks to the way in which Tom

had defended me, was the only person unhurt.

"Green, do you look after the hatchway," said Pearson to the other man

who had escaped. "Tom, do you and Jack show your muskets through the

stern windows, I have some work to do. The savages think they have us

in a trap, but they are mistaken." He opened, as he spoke, a hatch

which led to the magazine, and I saw him uncoiling a long line of match,

one end of which he placed in the magazine, while he led the other along

the cabin to the stern-port. Meantime, the savages had all clambered on

board, and were shrieking and shouting in the most fearful manner,

crowding down into the hold, as we could judge by the sounds which

reached us, and handing up the rich treasures they found there.

"No time to be lost," said Pearson, hauling up the boat. He went to the

locker, and collected all the provisions he could find. "Jump in, Tom

and Jack," he said. "Now for the fire-arms." He handed them in, and

told us to place them along the thwarts, ready for use. "Now, Green,"

he said in a low voice, "jump in." We three were now in the boat, which

was hidden under the counter from those on deck. He struck a light, and

placed it to the slow match, and, having ascertained that it was

burning, slipped after us into the boat, in which the mast was

fortunately stepped.

"Jack, do you take the helm, and steer directly for the mouth of the

harbour," he said, cutting the painter and seizing an oar. Tom and

Green did the same, and pulled away lustily. We had already got several

fathoms from the vessel before we were perceived. The sail had been

placed ready for hoisting. It was run up and sheeted home. The savages

were about to jump into one of the canoes, and chase us, but three

muskets pointed towards them made them hesitate. We were rapidly

slipping away from the doomed brig. We could see the savages dancing

and leaping on deck, their shouts and yells coming over the water

towards us.

"They will dance to another tune soon," muttered Pearson between his

teeth.

He and the other two had again taken to the oars. Even now a flight of

arrows might have reached us, but fortunately the savages had not

brought their bows with them, and probably that was the chief reason why

they had not ventured to pursue us. They well knew that several of

their number would have been shot down with our bullets had they made

the attempt. Still we could see some of the chiefs apparently trying to

persuade their warriors to follow us, and we knew that though we might

fight till all our ammunition was expended, we should at last be

overwhelmed by numbers.

Our chance of ultimate escape seemed small indeed. "They will not

come," said Pearson. "See!" We had got half-a-mile or more from the

brig, when a deep thundering sound reached our ears. It seemed as if

the whole vessel was lifted out of the water, while up into the air shot

her mainmast and spars, and fragments of her deck and bulwarks, and

other pieces of timber, mingled with countless human bodies, with limbs

torn off and mangled in a fearful manner. At the same time the canoes

with those who had escaped were paddling with frantic energy towards the

shore, probably believing that the Great Spirit had sent forth one of

his emissaries to punish them for their treachery to the white people.

We concluded that some such idea as this was entertained by them, as we

saw no canoes coming off in pursuit of us.

Rowing and sailing, we continued to make our way out to the open ocean.

It was blowing fresh but, the wind coming off-shore, the sea was

tolerably calm, and we agreed that at all events it was better to

undergo the dangers of a long voyage in an open boat than trust

ourselves in the power of the revengeful savages. We had reached the

mouth of the harbour, and could still see the village far off on its

shore, when, to our dismay, we found the sea breeze setting in. We had

accordingly to haul our wind, though we still hoped to weather the

headland which formed its southern point, and get an offing.

Tom all this time had uttered no complaint, though I saw the blood

flowing down his side. The boatswain and Green had, with my help, bound

up their wounds. I wanted Tom to let me assist him. "No," he said;

"it's of no use. If you were to swathe me up, I could not pull. It

will be time enough for that when we get round the headland." He was

evidently getting weaker, and at last the boatswain persuaded him to lay

in his oar, and try to stop the blood. The wounds were in his back and

neck, inflicted by the savages as he fought his way onward to the cabin.

I bound our handkerchiefs round him as well as I could; but it was

evident that he was not fit for rowing, and that the only chance of the

blood stopping was for him to remain perfectly quiet.

During the last tack we made I fancied, as I looked up the harbour, that

I saw the canoes coming out. I told the boatswain. "We will give them

a warm reception, if they come near us," he answered.

I felt greatly relieved when we at last weathered the point, and were

now able to stand along shore, though we couldn't get the offing which

was desirable.

Night was coming on. The weather looked threatening, and our prospects

of ultimately escaping were small.

At last we got so near the surf that the boatswain determined to put the

boat about and stand out to sea. Although the other tack might bring us

almost in front of the harbour's mouth, it was the safest course to

avoid being cast on shore.

The night came on very dark, but the wind was moderate, and there was

not much sea. Still the weather was excessively cold, and my companions

suffered greatly from their wounds. Tom had been placed in the

stern-sheets near me. Though he said less, he suffered more than the

rest, and I could every now and then hear low groans escaping from his

bosom. At last I heard him calling me. "Jack," he whispered, "what I

told you is coming true. I am going. I feel death creeping over me.

Remember the case. Do all you know I ought to have done. I have been a

great sinner; but you once said there is a way by which all sins can be

blotted out. I believe in that way. Jack, give me your hand. It's

darker than ever; and I am cold, very cold." He pressed my hand, and I

heard him murmuring to himself. It might have been a prayer, but his

words were indistinct; I could not understand what he said. I kept

steering with one hand, looking up at the sails, and casting a glance

now and then at him, while the other two men pulled away to keep the

boat to windward. Presently I felt his fingers relax; an icy chill came

from his hand. I knew too well that my friend was dead. It was some

time before I could bring myself to tell the boatswain what had

happened. "Poor fellow! But it may be the lot of all of us before

another day is over," he said; "yet, as men, we will struggle to the

last."

The night passed on, and we still persevered in endeavouring to obtain

an offing, though so indistinct was the land that we could not tell

whereabouts we were. What was our dismay, when morning broke, to find

that we were directly off the mouth of the harbour, and at such a

distance that the keen eyes of the savages on the hills around might

easily perceive our sail. We at once put the boat about, hoping to get

again to the south'ard before we were discovered. "It's too late,"

cried Green; "I see the canoes coming."

"We must fight them, then," said the daring boatswain, calmly. "We

don't just expect mercy at their hands after the treat we gave them,"

and he laughed at the fearful act he had committed. Still I thought

what could we three, in a small boat, with our dozen muskets, do against

a whole fleet of fierce savages.

We could now see the canoes coming out of the harbour. The sea was

smooth, and they would without fail venture after us. Our only chance

of escape seemed in a sudden gale springing up, but of that there was

little probability. I was turning my eyes anxiously towards the offing

in hopes of seeing signs of a stronger breeze coming, when I caught

sight of a sail. I pointed her out to the boatswain. "She is a large

vessel," he exclaimed, "and standing this way."

"Perhaps the savages will be more than ever anxious to catch us, for

fear we should persuade the people on board yonder ship to punish them

for what they have done," I observed. "They will catch us if they can,"

answered Pearson; "but they will have to pay a good price yet if they

make the attempt," and he cast his eyes at the muskets which lay ready

loaded. The canoes were drawing nearer and nearer, and we could now

distinguish the figures of the plumed warriors as they stood up in the

bows. The boat at the same time was slipping pretty quickly through the

water. "The breeze is freshening," I observed; "we may escape them

yet."

"I don't much care if we do or do not," said Pearson; "I should like to

knock over a few of these boasting fellows; we may hit them long before

they can get near enough to hurt us." I for my part did not wish to see

more of the savages killed, for they had only followed the instinct of

their untutored natures, and we had already inflicted a terrible

punishment on them in return. In a few minutes the breeze came down

even stronger than before, and greatly to my satisfaction, the canoes

appeared to be scarcely gaining on us, even if they did so at all. I

continued to give a glance every now and then at the ship, for I was

afraid after all she might alter her course, and stand away from us.

At length, to my joy, I saw the savages in the canoes cease paddling.

They apparently were afraid of venturing farther out into the ocean, or

saw that it would be hopeless to attempt overtaking us. For some

minutes they waited, as if holding a consultation, and then round they

paddled and made their way back into the harbour.

"Just like them," exclaimed Pearson. "Those cowardly red-skins will

never fight unless they can take their enemies at an advantage."

We had to make several tacks towards the ship, and then when we got near

enough for the sound of our muskets to reach her, we fired several as a

signal. They were at length, we concluded, heard on board. She kept

away towards us. She drew nearer. We saw that she was a whaler, with

the English colours flying at the peak. She rounded to, and we went

alongside. "What has happened?" exclaimed several voices, as old Tom's

body was seen lying in the stern-sheets. A few words told our tale. I

was able to climb up the side, but Pearson and Green were so stiff from

their wounds that they had to be helped up. They were far more hurt

indeed than they had supposed, especially Pearson; but his dauntless

spirit had hitherto kept him up. Our boat was hoisted on board, and old

Tom's body was taken out and laid on deck. We were treated with great

kindness, and the captain, greatly to my satisfaction, volunteered to

give old Tom Christian burial. He had, as we supposed, intended to go

into the harbour to obtain wood and water, and to trade with the

natives; but when he heard of what had occurred he resolved to steer for

a port farther south, and he told me that he was very grateful to us for

giving him warning of the danger which he otherwise would have run.

In the evening I saw my poor friend lashed up in a hammock, and

committed to his ocean grave.

All night long I was dreaming of him and of the dreadful scenes I had

witnessed.

The ship was the _Juno_. Her commander, Captain Knox, was a very

different sort of person to my late captain; and from his kind manner,

and the way he spoke to the officers and men, he seemed truly to act the

part of a father to his crew. The ship had been out a year and a half,

and it was expected she would remain another year in the Pacific.

Though I was anxious to get home, yet when the captain asked me to enter

on board, I was very glad to do so. Pearson continued to suffer

fearfully from his wounds. Whether the deed he had done preyed on his

mind, I cannot say; but a high fever coming on, he used to rave about

the savages, and the way he had blown them up. At the moment he

committed the deed I daresay he had persuaded himself that he was only

performing a justifiable act of vengeance. The day before we entered

the harbour to which we were bound he died, and poor Green did not long

survive him, so that I alone was left of all the crew of the ill-fated

_Fox_.

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