I was then scarcely ten years old. My father possessed a fine estate,
and we lived in the greatest luxury. I had ridden out by myself on my
pony, and had reached a somewhat secluded part of the park, where the
bridle-path passed among grassy knolls, and tall trees, flinging their
branches across a narrow dell, formed a thick canopy overhead, and gave
a somewhat gloomy aspect to the sequestered spot. It was one I seldom
visited, and I was wondering whether sprites or fairies, good or bad, of
whom I had heard the country people speak, really came there to gambol
and play their pranks, when a figure started up from behind a bush with
a menacing gesture, and before I could make my pony gallop on to escape
him, I found the rein seized by a stout man with bushy whiskers, a
sunburnt countenance, and, as I then thought, very unpleasant features.
He appeared to me much older than he probably really was, comparing, as
I naturally did, his fare with those on which I was most accustomed to
look. Though his features were rough, he was tolerably well dressed,
and did not look like a common ruffian who designed to rob me. For more
than a minute he held my rein in the attitude of forcing back my pony,
and glared fiercely at me.
"I have come to look at you, that I may know you again when we meet," he
exclaimed at length; and, to my surprise, the tone of his voice was that
of a gentleman. "You have deprived me of my inheritance--you have come
between me and fortune and happiness and the only things worth living
for in this world, and I am determined to have my revenge. While we
remain together on earth, I will pursue you--whatever your course in
life may be, I will find you out; I will balk you in your dearest
wishes--I will prove your bane in whatever you undertake--I will destroy
your happiness--I will stand like a lion in your path, and bar your
progress. I will not injure you in life or limb--I might kill you, but
I will not do that--as you have injured me by legal means, so will I
keep within the law in taking my revenge, but it will be a full one
notwithstanding. Now go, youngster, and my bitter curses go with you!
You may tell your fond father and mother what you have heard; their love
cannot protect you--their anger cannot overtake me. Before they could
decide what to do I shall be far away beyond their reach; and tell them
that, though they may not for many a long day hear of me, that I bide my
time. Now go--go--or I may be tempted to do more than I intended, and
remember that I hate you!"
He flung the pony's head from him, making the animal rear and almost
fall back over me, but I stuck on, and, digging my spurs into his
flanks, dashed on along the path, leaving the man gazing fiercely at me
with his fist clenched and his arm extended in the direction I had
taken. When I again took one more alarmed look round, he had
disappeared. My first impression was that the man was mad, but still
his curses and his threats and fierce looks frightened me, and I must
own that I felt somewhat inclined to cry. I did not, though, but
galloped on as hard as I could till I reached the house. Giving my pony
to a groom, I ran up into my room without speaking, and, locking myself
in, burst into a fit of tears. Two hours afterwards my mother,
wondering at my non-appearance in the drawing-room, came to my door, and
when I opened it and exhibited my scared countenance, she inquired if
anything dreadful had happened. "Oh no--nothing," I answered. "Only an
odd man appeared in the woods, and said something strange--but it's all
right now." This was the only account I ever gave of the adventure. It
was surmised that I had met a gipsy, who probably hoped to extort money
from me. My father made inquiries in every direction, and gave notice
that he should prosecute any rogues and vagabonds found trespassing on
his property.
I, however, could not help often thinking over the adventure, and
wondering what the man could have meant when he said that I had come
between him and fortune. I determined to try and get my mother to solve
the mystery, so one day I asked her, casually, if my father had
inherited his estate, or how it was that he became possessed of it. She
seemed surprised at the question, but told me, with some hesitation, it
seemed to me, that he had gained the property a short time before, after
a long-contested lawsuit. Somebody coming in prevented me from asking
further questions, and my mother never again alluded to the subject.
Story 8--Chapter 2.
Three years passed by. I had been seized with an ardent desire to go to
sea, and as my parents had never been in the habit of thwarting my
wishes, they could not refuse me this somewhat unreason able one in a
young gentleman heir to some fifteen thousand a year. What they might
have done had I been an only son I do not know, but as I had several
brothers and sisters, they considered, I conclude, that should I be
expended in fighting my country's battles, my place as heir might
readily be supplied by my next brother, who highly applauded my
determination. To do him justice, however, I am very certain that he
had no selfish motives in so doing; indeed, his great wish was to be
allowed to go also, and share my fortunes.
The matter settled, while my father wrote to our county member to beg
that he would look out for a good ship for me, I wrote to my tailor,
directing him to make me a uniform without delay, and to arrange my
outfit. Young gentlemen with large expectations are as fond of fine
clothes as are sometimes poor ones; and on the day my uniform arrived,
and during three months or so afterwards, I took every opportunity of
wearing it in public. Young as I was, I was made a good deal of in the
neighbourhood, and it thus became pretty widely known that I was about
to go to sea; or, as I told people, with no small amount of vanity, to
become an officer in the navy.
I believe that very few young gentlemen ever went to sea with a better
kit than I had when I at length was directed to join the _Ianthe_
frigate, of forty guns, commanded by Captain Hansome. I found that I
was not thought nearly so much of on board as I had been in our county,
at those houses where five or six flaxen-haired young ladies formed part
of the family. I remember that Jack wrote me word, however, that they
had begun to make fully as much of him on one occasion when it was
supposed that war would break out, and on another when it was reported
that the frigate had been sent to the West Indies; but that might have
been only his fancy.
My father was unwell, so the steward took me to Portsmouth, and he, not
liking the look of the somewhat foam-covered Solent Sea, sent me off
under the charge of a waterman in a shore boat to the ship, which lay at
Spithead. We had a dead beat, and I was very sick before we got
half-way across. The first lieutenant was on deck as I crawled up the
side.
"You have not been to sea before," he observed, glancing at my
woe-begone countenance, and then at the numberless articles handed up
after me. "A pity your friends hadn't any one to tell them that a
frigate has no lumber-room for the stowage of empty boxes. Boy! send
Mr Owen here."
The lieutenant did not wait for an answer, and I stood expecting some
other remark to be made to me, but he did not deign to address me again.
While looking about and wondering at the strange appearance of the
frigate's deck, of which I had no previous conception, I saw a
broad-shouldered man, with large whiskers and a sunburnt countenance, in
the uniform of a master's mate, appear from below, and approach. He
touched his cap to the lieutenant, without looking at me, and asked for
what he wanted him.
"To take charge of this youngster, Mr Owen," answered the lieutenant.
"You must dispose of his traps as you best can. The superfluous ones
will, I doubt not, be soon expended. Introduce him to the mess, and see
that he gets into no mischief."
"Ay, ay, sir. I have had many a youngster to look after in my time
(some are now post-captains), and I know how to treat them," he
answered, glancing at me with as much indifference as if I were a lady's
poodle committed to his charge.
There was a sympathy between the lieutenant and the mate--the first
might have been an admiral as far as age was concerned, the second a
post-captain. Without speaking, he led me into the midshipman's berth.
There were a good many people seated round the table, of all ages--
assistant-surgeons, and clerks, and master's-assistants, besides
midshipmen and master's mates, as passed midshipmen were called.
"Let me introduce to your favourable notice, gentlemen, Mr Harry
Nugent," he said, leading me in by the hand with much ceremony, but
speaking in a tone which sounded somewhat sarcastic. It struck me as
odd at the time that he should have known my name, as the lieutenant had
not told him. "I must go and look after his traps," he added, as the
rest of the party made room for me.
They treated me kindly enough, offering me dinner, which had just been
placed on the table, but the food looked very coarse, and I was too sick
to touch anything. They soon drew from me all the information I had to
give about myself, and when they learned that I was an elder son, with
large expectations, and was to have what seemed an unlimited supply of
money, some of the older ones treated me with far more respect than at
first.
"I wonder what could have induced you to come to sea, to be kicked and
cuffed by your superiors, till you are big enough to kick and cuff
others in return," observed an oldster, John Pearson I found was his
name. "If I had had a tenth of your tin, I'd have stayed on shore to
the end of my days. The sea is only fit for poor beggars like you and
me, Owen. Isn't that the case?"
A curious expression passed over Owen's countenance, and a frown settled
on his brow, as, having disposed of my property and just retaken his
seat, he answered:
"I suppose Nugent comes to sea to show us what a pleasant life it may
prove to a man of fortune, eh!"
"No!" I answered, with simplicity. "I came to sea because I have read
of Howe and Jervis and Nelson and Collingwood, and because I expected to
find it a field of fame and glory, as they did."
There was a general laugh, in which the youngsters joined the loudest.
"A sucking Collingwood!" cried one.
"A field of water, which the ship has to plough," said another, who set
up for a wit.
There was no end to their remarks.
"Never mind, Nugent," remarked Owen. "We'll soon get you out of those
antiquated notions."
He was as good as his word, and I soon learned to look at a life at sea
in a very different light to what I had done when I determined to follow
it. Still, pride made me resolve to stick to it, and when I wrote home,
to speak as if I were thoroughly satisfied with my choice.
Two days after I joined, the frigate sailed for the Mediterranean. Owen
did his best to gain my confidence, and so far succeeded, that, being
placed in his watch, I was his constant companion. I was at first
shocked at his opinions and open acknowledgment of his very lax morals,
and though in the latter respect he might not have been much worse in
reality than others in the mess, I observed that by degrees some of
them, especially Pearson, began rather to tight shy of him. Often I
remarked an expression on his countenance which was most disagreeable,
and two or three times as I looked at him the idea came across my mind
that I had seen him before. Once, and only once, I thought he must be
the person who had so frightened me years before in the park, but I
dismissed the idea as preposterous, as that person was a great deal
older than Owen, who, besides, seemed too careless, easy-going a fellow
to do anything of that sort. In the Mediterranean, that most delightful
of stations to a man who has plenty of money in his pocket, we visited a
number of places. Whenever Owen went on shore he took me with him, and
did not scruple to make use of my purse, in order, as he said, that he
might initiate me into the mysteries of life.
Those who are acquainted with what a midshipman's life on shore often
is, may easily conceive the description of scenes into which he
introduced me. With the wariness of the serpent, however, he took care
not too early to shock my moral sense, and therefore only gave me
glimpses of the scenes to which I have alluded. We were at Naples for
some months. As my father had begged the captain, whenever duty would
permit, to give me every opportunity of seeing all that was to be seen
in the places we visited, I constantly got leave to go on shore, and
being under charge of so old and staid a Mentor as Owen, I was allowed
to remain away from the ship for several days together. Night after
night we went to the opera; then to some billiard or gambling-rooms; and
finally repaired to some place to sup, when Owen took care to order the
richest viands and the best wines at my expense. He drank hard, though
he did not get drunk exactly, and he encouraged me to drink, telling me
that it was a manly thing, and that after a little time I should be able
to drink as much as he could with impunity. One day I returned on board
feeling and looking, I doubt not, very ill. While Owen was on deck,
Pearson, who was always very kind to me, took me aside, and asked me, in
the gentlest and most friendly way, how I spent my time on shore. I
told him exactly how I had been employed.
"Take my advice, youngster, and follow a better leader than Owen seems
to be, or rather act as your own sense of right and duty would prompt
you," he said, in a kind tone. "I most heartily wish you well, and
admire the spirit which prompted you to come to sea, when you might have
lived luxuriously on shore. You have everything before you which can
make life pleasant, but if you follow the course into which it is very
clear Owen intends to lead you, your life itself will be shortened, and
you will be incapacitated from enjoying the advantages you possess."
I felt the truth of what Pearson had said, and told him that I would
follow his advice. The next day I was engaged to go on shore with Owen.
I did not choose to refuse to go, but resolved to be cautious how I
complied with any of his proposals. He had told the captain that we
were to ride out to visit some spot of interest in the neighbourhood,
and I had fully intended going. When we got on shore, he declared that
he had hurt his leg, and could not ride, and proposed resorting to a
billiard-room. To this, as I did not know what to do with myself alone,
I did not object, but after playing for some time, he declared that it
was very slow work, and suggested that we should go to a gambling-house
near at hand, where we might obtain liquor and refreshments of all
sorts. I fortunately knew the character of the place, and remembering
my promise to Pearson, positively refused to accompany him. He looked
astonished at first, and then set to work to overcome my scruples. I
was firm, and thank Heaven I was, for if a man breaks a newly-formed
resolution to act rightly, he is very apt to go back to his old courses,
and to continue in them more recklessly than before.
"If you don't want to lose your money don't play high stakes, and if you
are afraid of getting drunk, I'll watch that you don't take more than is
good for you," he whispered to me. "But don't sit there like a booby."
"I should be one if I followed your suggestions, for I have no taste for
either gambling or drinking, and I do not want to get it," I answered,
firmly. "Once for all, I will not go."
He uttered a faint laugh as he said, "What has come over the fellow?
However, lend me five sovereigns, and I'll try my luck. If I lose, I
shall be in your debt; if I win, I will pay you double."
"I want no profits," I answered, giving him my purse, from which he
helped himself. "I'll take a stroll along the shore of the bay, and
come back for you in time for the opera."
Taking back my purse, without waiting to hear what he said, I hurried
out. On returning to the billiard-room, after a pleasant walk, at the
hour I had named, Owen was not there, and I was told that an English
officer, who had been desperately wounded in an affray, was lying in a
house close by, and apparently dying. I hurried to the spot, and found,
as I expected, Owen. He was unconscious, and so I engaged some porters,
and had him conveyed immediately on board, where I knew that he would
receive better treatment than elsewhere from our surgeon. When he came
to himself, and heard that I had had him brought on board, he was very
angry at my interference, though the surgeon assured me that by my
promptitude his life had been saved. According to his account, he had
received his wound from an assassin, who, probably mistaking him for
some one else, had rushed out and struck him with his dagger; but the
surgeon, who was not among his admirers, hinted that this was
impossible, and that there would have been no great loss to the world
had the wound been half-an-inch deeper. He was a long time recovering,
and as he never offered to repay me the five pounds I had lent him, I
concluded that his wound had made him forget the matter.
Pearson lost no opportunity of strengthening me in my resolution not to
yield to any temptations Owen might throw in my way. The latter,
however, was not easily to be turned from his purpose. Again and again
he tried to prevail on me to accompany him on shore, laughing at my
scruples, and accusing me of parsimony and meanness. I did not give him
credit for any other motive for his wish to have me as his companion
beyond the very natural one of a desire to enjoy the use of my purse.
When he found that he had lost his influence over me, and that the move
he attempted to regain it the more I kept aloof from him, his whole
manner towards me in private changed, though in public, especially in
presence of the captain and lieutenant, it was as friendly as before.
I now found myself subject to a number of petty annoyances, of which I
was nearly certain that he was the author, though I could not trace them
completely. My hammock was over and over again cut down by the head, to
the risk of breaking my neck; my chest was rifled, and articles of value
in it destroyed, and even my uniforms were so injured, that at last I
could scarcely appear respectably on the quarter-deck. When my watch
was over, and I came down to meals, I found that the worst of everything
had been kept for me, often food that was scarcely eatable. At the
mess-table, though still pretending great regard, he lost no opportunity
of making sarcastic remarks, and placing me on every occasion in a wrong
position. I found, too, that stories greatly to my prejudice were put
about, of a character difficult if not impossible to refute. Had it not
been for Pearson, my existence on board would have been intolerable, but
as he never in the remotest degree benefited by my purse, his interest
in me was above suspicion, and he stoutly maintained that the stories
were false, and invented by some one wishing to do me an injury. Had my
friends wished to disgust me with the sea, they could scarcely have
adopted a better plan than engaging Owen to treat me as I had every
reason to believe he was now doing. I should, in truth, have been
completely disgusted, but my pride came to my aid, and prevented me from
making any complaint. In other respects, I liked a sea life, and as
Pearson, who was much respected, sided with me, many of the
better-disposed midshipmen remained my friends. Thus passed the first
three years of my naval career.
Story 8--Chapter 3.
The frigate was ordered home to be paid off. I had found out one thing,
that fortune will not secure uninterrupted happiness even to a
midshipman. I had begun to suspect, also, that the romantic notions I
had entertained of fame and glory were in a great degree illusory; at
all events, that there was a great deal of hard, matter-of-fact, and
somewhat dirty, disagreeable work to be gone through. I discussed with
Pearson the advisability of my leaving the service. He asked me what I
should do with myself if I did? I confessed that I did not know, and
that I had no desire to go back to school, to a private tutor, or to
college.
"Then stay in the service, and see the world," he answered. "I have
heard of a ship fitting for the Pacific, on board which my friends can
procure me a berth, and I have no doubt that you can also get appointed
to her if you apply in time."
I took his suggestion, wrote immediately to my father to beg that he
would make interest to have me appointed to the _Sappho_ frigate,
fitting at Portsmouth, and, though he was greatly surprised at my taste,
he did not refuse my request. After a short stay at home--sufficiently
long to recount my adventures in the Mediterranean, and to grow tired of
doing nothing--I joined my new ship at Spithead the day after she came
out of harbour. I found Pearson on board, but some of the officers had
not joined, nor had the ship her full complement of men.
Pearson liked the captain and officers he had seen, and expressed an
opinion that we should have a very pleasant voyage.
I anticipated great pleasure in visiting Peru and Mexico, and the
numerous strange islands in the Pacific of which I had read, and perhaps
Australia, and China, and Japan, and longed to be away. The evening
before the ship was to sail, Pearson came into the berth where I was
sitting alone, and said:
"I must prepare you for what is not likely to be pleasant. Owen has
joined; but follow my advice--receive him as an old shipmate, take no
notice of his former conduct, and treat him frankly, and you will
probably conquer his hostility. At all events, he knows by this time
that I will not allow him to play you the tricks he before did with
impunity."
On going on deck, I saw Owen talking to a group of mates and midshipmen.
He expressed no surprise at finding Pearson and me on board, and though
there was an unpleasant look in his eye, there was nothing to find fault
with in his manner.
We had a quick passage round the Horn.
Owen appeared either very greatly changed, or proved that to his other
arts he could practise hypocrisy. Our captain was a religious man, and,
what was rare in those days, used to invite the officers in to read the
Bible with him. Owen, who used to say that he had never been into a
church since he came to sea, was among the most constant in his
attendance, and completely won the confidence of the captain, who spoke
of him as an excellent man who had not received his deserts. Owen, on
the strength of this, insinuated that my religious principles were very
defective, and offered to instruct me. He made a commencement, and
might have succeeded in instilling principles not such as our excellent
captain supposed he would, but directly the reverse, had not Pearson, to
whom I repeated what he said, again interfered, and threatened to expose
him if he continued to utter such sentiments. He excused himself by
declaring that I had mistaken his meaning; but Pearson knew well enough
that I had not; and I soon saw by his change of manner that he was
devising some new scheme to do me harm.
When once, however, among the coral islands of the Pacific, we were so
constantly employed in looking out for reefs and rocks, that we had
little time for polemical discussions. Although the inhabitants of some
of the islands had in those days already become partially civilised
under missionary teaching, a large number were fierce and treacherous
savages, and in our intercourse with them we were compelled to be very
wary, to avoid the fate of Captain Cook, and that of the crews of many
other ships which had been cut off in those seas. We had already
discovered that the Pacific can be anything but tranquil at times, by
two heavy gales we had already experienced, but of late we had light
breezes and calms. At length our water began to run short, and it
became necessary to obtain a supply without delay. A look-out was
therefore kept for an island where it could be procured. Before long an
island was sighted, and three boats were ordered away to explore it.
Owen commanded one of them, and I was ordered to go in her. I was glad
enough to get on shore, though I would rather have been with any one
else.
As there appeared to be no inhabitants, we were to land at different
places, so as the more readily to find water. We steered for a point
which would take us farther from the ship than the other boats. All
hands were in high spirits with the thought of a lark on shore. A
narrow passage was found in the surrounding reef, and we ran the boat
into a beautiful and sheltered bay, with the trees coming down on either
side almost to the water's edge. If water was to be found here it would
be easy to fill the casks and roll them down to the boats. In vain we
hunted about in every direction--no water was to be found. Owen then
ordered the men to dig; but they were unsuccessful. Some time was thus
occupied, but he declared that he would not return without finding
water, and that we must divide, some to push farther inland, and others
along the shore. Greatly to my disgust he ordered me to remain by the
boat, and I observed, as he spoke, that evil look with which he often
regarded me. He led one party along the shore to the right, while he
sent another more inland. Only one boy was left with me. They had been
gone some little time, when the report of a gun from the ship reached my
ear. It was the signal of recall. Another soon followed; I hoped that
the absent parties would hear the signal, or would soon return. A
third, and then the report of several guns in quick succession reached
my ear. There was evidently danger to be apprehended. I had little
doubt, on observing the changed appearance of the sky, that a gale was
expected, though in the sheltered bay where the boat was I had not
remarked any threatening signs. All I could do was to keep the boat
afloat, so that we might shove off directly the other parties arrived.
I looked eagerly out along the shore, but no one was to be seen. The
ship had ceased firing; indeed, from the appearance of the sea outside,
it was evident that the gale had commenced, and that she had been
compelled, for her own safety, to stand off-shore. Our only resource,
therefore, would be to wait till the gale should have blown itself out,
and the frigate could come back to pick us up. I now became very
anxious, for I thought that Owen must have observed the change in the
weather, and that something must have occurred to have prevented him
from returning. I was eagerly looking about in every direction, when I
caught sight of some persons running among the trees towards the boat.
I soon distinguished some of the boat's crew, with Owen among them.
They had good reason for running fast, for behind came a crowd of
savages, shouting and shrieking, and brandishing clubs and spears. Now
and then our people would face about, fire their pistols, and then again
retreat. As they drew near, Owen shouted to me to be ready to hand out
the muskets, which lay in the bottom of the boat. The boy and I did as
we were directed, but the savages, believing that their enemies were
about to escape them, made a dash forward, and two of the crew lay
gasping on the sand, struck down by their clubs, while the foremost
scrambled into the boat to escape a similar fate. The first impulse of
each man as he got on board was to seize an oar to shove off, Owen
setting the example; but as soon as the boat was afloat, the muskets
were taken up, and a volley fired into the midst of the savages, who
were wading in after us. It had the effect of keeping them back till we
were out of their reach. Yet what a fearful predicament we were in--a
storm raging outside, while we dare not approach the shore. The savages
had canoes, so that we could not even wait under the lee of the land for
fine weather. Owen announced his determination to stand out and run
before the gale. We had a fine sea boat, capable of going through very
heavy weather. Oh, the horrors of that voyage! We thought of the fate
of our companions left on shore, that was undoubtedly ere this sealed.
Our numbers were fearfully diminished.
Owen told us to be thankful, as we had thus more food left to support
our lives. I thought that it mattered very little whether we had more
or less food, for even should our boat weather the gale, it was very
improbable that we should fall in with the ship again, and must be
starved, at all events. On we ran through the passage in the reef. As
we got clear of the land, it required all Owen's skill to steer the boat
amid the fearful seas, which threatened every instant to engulf her.
Four hands continued baling, without stopping; and even these could
scarcely keep the boat from foundering. On, on we flew. Night came on,
still the gale did not abate. Owen's countenance, as the darkness
closed around us, looked grim and firm; but there was a look of horror
(it was not common fear) in his eye which I can never forget. He kept
his post, steering the boat through that livelong night without uttering
a word. Day came back, and there he sat as before, keeping the boat on
the only course which could afford us a possibility of escape. Not till
then would he allow the coxswain, who had escaped, to take his place.
On we went as before, all day long. "Where were we going?" we asked
ourselves. No one could reply. Food was served out; few had an
inclination to eat. It was fortunate, for we had but a scanty
allowance, and still less to drink--a bottle of rum and a small keg of
water. Another night and a day, and again a night, and one of our
number sank exhausted. Owen still kept up, looking fierce and
determined as ever. Day came, and land appeared right ahead--a high,
rocky, and tree-covered island; but there was a barrier reef round it,
over which the seas, rising with foam-covered summits, beat furiously.
Our utter destruction seemed inevitable. To haul our wind and stand off
was now impracticable. Owen stood up, and, casting a glance around,
steered boldly on. I saw that there was a break in the wall of foam,
but a very narrow one. We had little time for thought before we were
among the raging breakers. A sea came roaring; on. I felt the boat
lifted, and the next moment was struggling with grim death in the yeasty
waters.
Story 8--Chapter 4.
As I came to the surface I caught a glimpse of the shore, and struck out
for it, but it seemed far distant. I swam like a man in his sleep; in
vain, my strength was failing me, a mist came over my eyes, and I could
no longer see the shore, when I felt a powerful hand grasping my
shoulder, and ere long was conscious that I had been hauled out of the
water and placed high up on the warm sand. I opened my eyes at length,
and the first object on which they rested was the vindictive countenance
of Owen, as he gazed at me. I say vindictive, because that was the
expression which had often puzzled me. Yet why should he nourish such
feelings towards me?
"So you are alive, are you?" he remarked, when he saw that I had
regained my consciousness. "It might have been better for you had you
gone with the rest, for we are the only survivors. However, I had too
long a score with you to lose you, if I could bring you on shore safe."
"Then I am indebted to you for my life," I remarked.
"Yes, but the debt is not a heavy one, and you may think me entitled to
very small thanks; for let me tell you your existence here will be no
sinecure. I intend to make you slave and toil for me as you have never
toiled before. At length I have you in my power. Ha, ha, ha!" And he
laughed wildly. "Your wealth will avail you nothing here, your
refinement, your education, your romantic aspirations. You are now my
slave, and I your master. Ha, ha, ha!"
This greeting was not calculated to aid my recovery, but, in spite of
it, my strength returned, and I was able to get up on my feet.
"I am ready to obey you," I said calmly. "You saved my life, and it is
my duty to serve you as far as I have the power."
"Always talking of your duty!" he exclaimed, with a sneer. "It shall
not be a light one, let me tell you. Now, as you can walk, find some
food--shell-fish and water. I don't ask for impossibilities, but take
care you do not touch any till I have eaten."
I must obey him, so, observing some rocks, I hurried towards them, and
with my pocket-knife cut off as many mussels and other shell-fish as I
could carry. He had had a flint and steel and a powder-flask in his
pocket, and had thus without difficulty kindled a fire. While he
dressed and ate the shell-fish he sent me off to look for water. I went
with the fear every instant of falling into the hands of savage natives,
and it was not till I discovered the small size of the island that I
began to hope that there might be none upon it. I hunted about for some
time, till I at length came upon a stream of pure water bubbling out of
a rock. My difficulty was to convey it to Owen. Some cocoa-nut shells
were lying about. One less split than the rest I filled with water, but
the greater part was spilt before I reached him. He cursed me for an
idle hound for not bringing a larger supply, and sent me back for more.
Fortunately, I observed some shells on the shore. These I slung round
my neck, and with them brought as much water as he could require. Not
till then did he allow me to cook any of the shell-fish I had collected.
He had eaten all he himself had dressed. He then ordered me to collect
materials for a hut, and when I expostulated, as I had only my
pocket-knife to work with, he struck me with a stick, and said I must
see to finding a better tool. Still, as I had determined to do my
utmost to please him, I set to work to collect all the pieces of drift
timber I could find. To my satisfaction, I discovered also the boat's
sail and some rope cast on shore, and these articles, with a number of
thin sticks which I succeeded in cutting, I piled up near where he sat,
and asked him what else he required.
"To help me build my hut," he growled out.
By fixing the thinner sticks into the sand, fastening them at the top,
and stretching the sail over them, I formed something like an Indian
wigwam, strengthened by the heavier pieces of driftwood. I observed
that Owen moved about with difficulty, and looked ill, but he made no
remark on the subject.
"Now go and collect dry leaves and grass for my bed. Be off with you,"
he exclaimed, glaring fiercely at me.
I obeyed as before, but when I returned, time after time, laden with
bundles of grass, not an expression of approval even did he utter. Thus
he kept me employed for the greater part of the day, and when I proposed
collecting some grass for my own bed, he told me that I could not occupy
his hut but must form one of boughs for myself. Such is an example of
the way he treated me, not for one day only, but for day after day, not
one passing without my being struck and cursed. It is wonderful that I
could have borne it, but I was not weary of my life, and I had resolved
to show my gratitude to him for having preserved it. I was very
anxious, however, to escape, and whenever I could get away from him, I
used to go to the highest part of the island to look out, in the hopes
of a ship appearing. With indefatigable labour, I cut out a long pole
and fixed it in the ground, with a part of my shirt, as a signal,
fastened to the end. When Owen found out what I had done, he ordered me
to take it down, and not again to visit the hill.
"Ah! ha! youngster, you've friends you wish to return to, and wealth you
long to enjoy. I have neither, and I don't intend to let you go while I
can prevent it."
This was almost more than I could bear, and I could not trust myself to
reply to him. I might fill a volume with my extraordinary life on that
islet in the Pacific--how I slaved on for that determined, stern,
evil-disposed man. Constant occupation enabled me to keep my own
health. I found cocoa-nuts and numerous roots and fruits, and invented
various ways of cooking them. I even made clothes of the bark of the
paper mulberry-tree, so that I was able to save my own before they were
quite worn out. Thus months passed away. I might have lived there from
youth to old age, as far as the necessaries of life were concerned, but
it was dreary work. Owen grew worse and worse, and I became convinced
that his days were numbered. He did not seem to be aware of the state
of the case, though rapidly growing weaker. I may honestly say that I
felt deep compassion for him. I told him at last that I thought him
very ill, and feared that he would not recover.
"Don't flatter yourself with that. I shall recover sufficiently to make
you wish that you had never seen me," he answered, as he raised himself
on his arm and glared fiercely at me.
I thought that he uttered but an empty threat which he had no power to
execute. Still he lived on, and I tended him as if he had been a friend
or brother. I had made my hut at some little distance from his. I had
one night gone to sleep, leaving him not worse than he had been for some
time past, when I suddenly awoke with a start, and hearing a noise
looked out. What was my horror to see Owen stalking stealthily along
with a huge piece of heavy driftwood uplifted in his hands, as if it
were a club. I darted out on the other side of the hut as down came the
log with a crash above where my head had just been laid, and a fearful
shriek rang through the night air. I expected to see Owen following me,
but he lay, as I looked back, across the ruins of my hut. I slowly
approached--he did not move--the timber had fallen from his grasp. I
touched his hand. He was dead.
I must bring my tale to a close. I was convinced that the wretched man
was mad, though, from what afterwards came to my knowledge, there was
more reason than I had supposed why his madness should have taken the
form of hatred towards me. I cannot describe how I managed to pass the
many dreary days I was destined to spend in solitude on that island, or
how I was at length rescued by a South-Sea whaler, and ultimately fell
in with my own ship, on board which I was heartily welcomed, having long
been given up as lost. Owen's death excited universal horror. Pearson
told me that he had been directed by the captain to examine his papers,
among which he found parts of a journal, in which he described his
bitter disappointment on discovering that the estate which he thought
would be his had gone to another, and how, considering himself wronged,
he had resolved to wreak his vengeance on the head of the person who had
obtained what he conceived ought to have been his; how he had gone to
see me, and finding that I had resolved to enter the navy, how he had
formed the diabolical plan which he had attempted to carry out, but in
every step of which he had been so mercifully frustrated.
I immediately wrote home to say that I was alive and well, with an
account of my adventures, and expressed a hope that my letter would
arrive in time to prevent Jack from being spoilt by the flatteries and
indulgences he might receive as an elder son, advising that, if he
appeared the worse for them, to effect a radical cure he should be
forthwith packed off to sea.
Story 9--Chapter 1.