THE RAFT.
How passed the rest of this the first day of my wild and dangerous
adventure, of Helga's and my first day of suffering, peril, and romantic
experience, I cannot clearly recall. A few impressions only survive. I
remember returning to the deck-house and finding the captain still
sleeping. I remember conversing with Helga, who looked me very earnestly
in the face when I entered, and who, by some indefinable influence of
voice and eye, coaxed me into speaking of my fit of horror on deck. I
remember that she left me to obtain some food, which, it seems, was kept
in one of the cabins below, and that she returned with a tin of
preserved meat, a little glass jar of jam, a tin of biscuits, and a
bottle of red wine like to what we had before drunk--a very pleasant,
well-flavoured claret; that all the while we ate, her father slept,
which made her happy, as she said he needed rest, not having closed his
eyes for three nights and days, though it was wonderful to me that he
should have fallen asleep in such a mood of excitement and of
consternation as I had left him in; but as to his slumbering amid that
uproar of straining timbers and flying waters, it is enough to say that
he was a seaman.
I also recollect that throughout the remainder of the day we worked the
pump at every two hours or thereabouts; but the water was unmistakably
gaining upon the barque, and to keep her free would have needed the
incessant plying of the pumps--both pumps at once--by gangs of fellows
who could relieve one another and rest between. Helga told me that her
father had given orders for a windmill pump to be rigged, Scandinavian
fashion, but that there had been some delay, so the barque sailed
without it. I said that no windmill pump would have stood up half an
hour in such a gale of wind as was blowing; but all the same, I bitterly
lamented that there was nothing of the sort aboard, for these windmill
arrangements keep the pumps going by the revolution of their sails, and
such a thing must have proved inexpressibly valuable when the weather
should moderate, so as to allow us to erect it.
The Captain slept far into the afternoon, but I could not observe when
he awoke that he was the better for his long spell of rest. I entered
his cabin fresh from a look round on deck, and found him just awake,
with his eyes fixed upon his daughter, who sat slumbering upon the
locker, with her back against the cabin-wall and her pale face bowed
upon her breast. He immediately attacked me with questions, delivered in
notes so high, penetrating, and feverish with hurry and alarm that they
awoke Helga. We had to tell him the truth--I mean, that the water was
gaining, but slowly, so that it must conquer us if the gale continued,
yet we might still hope to find a chance of our lives by keeping the
pump going. He broke into many passionate exclamations of distress and
grief, and then was silent, with the air of one who abandons hope.
'There are but two, and one of them a girl,' I heard him say, lifting
his eyes to the deck above as he spoke.
The night was a dreadful time to look forward to. While there was
daylight, while one could see, one's spirits seemed to retain a little
buoyancy; but, speaking for myself, I dreaded the effect upon my mind of
a second interminable time of blackness, filled with the horrors of the
groaning and howling gale, of the dizzy motion of the tormented fabric,
of the heart-subduing noises of waters pouring in thunder and beating in
volcanic shocks against and over the struggling vessel.
Well, there came round the hour of nine o'clock by my watch. Long
before, after returning from a spirit-breaking spell of toil at the
pump, we had lighted the deck-house and binnacle lamps, had eaten our
third meal that day to answer for tea or supper, and at Helga's entreaty
I had lain down upon the deck-house locker to sleep for an hour or so if
I could, while she went to watch by her father and to keep an eye upon
the ship by an occasional visit to the deck.
We had arranged that she should awaken me at nine, that we should then
apply ourselves afresh to the pump, that she should afterwards take my
place upon the locker till eleven, I, meanwhile, seeing to her father
and to the barque, and that we should thus proceed in these alternations
throughout the night. It was now nine o'clock. I awoke, and was looking
at my watch when Helga entered from the deck. She came up to me and took
my hands, and cried:
'Mr. Tregarthen, there are some stars in the sky. I believe the gale is
breaking!'
Only those who have undergone the like of such experiences as these I am
endeavouring to relate can conceive of the rapture, the new life, her
words raised in me.
'I praise God for your good news!' I cried, and made a step to the
barometer to observe its indications.
The rise of the mercury was a quarter of an inch, and this had happened
since a little after seven. Yet, being something of a student of the
barometer in my little way, I could have heartily wished the rise much
more gradual. It might betoken nothing more than a drier quality of
gale, with nothing of the old fierceness wanting. But then, to be sure,
it might promise a shift, so that we stood a chance of being blown
homewards, which would signify an opportunity of preservation that must
needs grow greater as we approached the English Channel.
I went with Helga on deck, and instantly saw the stars shining to
windward betwixt the edges of clouds which were flying across our
mastheads with the velocity of smoke. The heaven of vapour that had hung
black and brooding over the ocean for two days was broken up; where the
sky showed it was pure, and the stars shone in it with a frosty
brilliance. The atmosphere had wonderfully cleared; the froth glanced
keenly upon the hurling shadows of the seas, and I believed I could
follow the clamorous mountainous breast of the ocean to the very throb
of the horizon, over which the clouds were pouring in loose masses,
scattering scud-like as they soared, but all so plentiful that the
heavens were thick with the flying wings.
But there was no sobering of the wind. It blew with its old dreadful
violence, and the half-smothered barque climbed and plunged and rolled
amid clouds of spray in a manner to make the eyes reel after a minute of
watching her. Yet the mere sight of the stars served as a sup of cordial
to us. We strove at the pump, and then Helga lay down; and in this
manner the hours passed till about four o'clock in the morning, when
there happened a sensible decrease in the wind. At dawn it was still
blowing hard, but long before this, had we had sailors, we should have
been able to expose canvas, and start the barque upon her course.
I stood on top of the deck-house watching the dawn break. The bleak gray
stole over the frothing sea and turned ashen the curve of every running
surge. To windward the ocean-line went twisting like a corkscrew upon
the sky and seemed to boil and wash along it as though it were the base
of some smoking wall. There was nothing in sight. I searched every
quarter with a passionate intensity, but there was nothing to be seen.
But now the sea had greatly moderated, and, though the deck still sobbed
with wet, it was only at long intervals that the foam flew forwards. The
barque looked fearfully wrecked, stranded and sodden. All her rigging
was slack, the decks were encumbered with the ends of ropes, the weather
side of the mainsail had blown loose and was fluttering in rags, though
to leeward the canvas lay furled.
I went on to the quarter deck and sounded the well. Practice had
rendered me expert, and the cast, I did not doubt, gave me the true
depth, and I felt all the blood in me rush to my heart when I beheld
such an indication of increase as was the same as hearing one's funeral
knell rung, or of a verdict of death pronounced upon one.
I entered the deck-house with my mind resolved, and seated myself at the
table over against where Helga lay sleeping upon the locker, to consider
a little before arousing her. She showed very wan, almost haggard, by
the morning light; her parted lips were pale, and she wore a restless
expression even in her sleep. It might be that my eyes being fixed upon
her face aroused her; she suddenly looked at me, and then sat up. Just
then a gleam of misty sunshine swept the little windows.
'The bad weather is gone!' she cried.
'It is still too bad for us, though,' said I.
'Does the wind blow from the land?' she asked.
'Ay! and freshly too.'
She was now able to perceive the meaning in my face, and asked me
anxiously if anything new had happened to alarm me. I answered by
giving her the depth of water I had found in the hold. She clasped her
hands and started to her feet, but sat again on my making a little
gesture.
'Miss Nielsen,' said I, 'the barque is taking in water very much faster
than we shall be able to pump it out. We may go on plying the pump, but
the labour can only end in breaking our hearts and wasting precious time
that might be employed to some purpose. We must look the truth in the
face, and make up our minds to let the vessel go, and to do our best,
with God's help, to preserve our lives.'
'What?' she asked in a low voice, that indicated awe rather than fear,
and I noticed the little twitch and spasm of her mouth swiftly vanish in
an expression of resolution.
'We must go to work,' said I, 'and construct a raft, then get everything
in readiness to sway it overboard. The weather may enable us to do this.
I pray so. It is our only hope, should nothing to help us come along.'
'But my father?'
'We shall have to get him out of his cabin on to the raft.'
'But how? But how?' she cried with an air of wildness. 'He cannot move!'
'If we are to be saved, he must be saved, at all events,' said I. 'What,
then, can be done but to lower him in his cot, as he lies, on to the
deck and so drag him to the gangway and sling him on to the raft by a
tackle?'
'Yes,' she said, 'that can be done. It will have to be done.' She
reflected, with her hands tightly locked upon her brow. 'How long do you
think,' she asked, 'will the _Anine_ remain afloat if we leave the pumps
untouched?'
'Your father will know,' said I. 'Let us go to him.'
Captain Nielsen sat erect in his cot munching a biscuit.
'Ha!' he cried as we entered. 'We are to have pleasant weather. There
was some sunshine upon that port just now. What says the barometer, Mr.
Tregarthen?' then contracting his brows while he peered at his daughter
as though he had not obtained a view of her before, he exclaimed, 'What
is the matter, Helga? What have you come to tell me?'
'Father,' she answered, sinking her head a little and so looking at him
through her eyelashes, 'Mr. Tregarthen believes, and I cannot doubt it,
for there is the sounding-rod to tell the story, that water is fast
entering the _Anine_, and that we must lose no time to prepare to leave
her.'
'What!' he almost shrieked, letting fall his biscuit and grasping the
edge of the cot with his emaciated hands, and turning his body to us
from the waist, leaving his legs in their former posture as though he
were paralyzed from the hip down. 'The _Anine_ sinking? prepare to leave
her? Why, you have neglected the pump, then!'
'No, Captain, no,' I answered. 'Our toil has been as regular as we have
had strength for. Already your daughter has done too much; look at her!'
I cried, pointing to the girl. 'Judge with your father's eye how much
longer she is capable of holding out!'
'The pump must be manned!' he exclaimed, in such another shrieking note
as he had before delivered. 'The _Anine_ must not sink; she is all I
have in the world. My child will be left to starve! Oh, she has strength
enough. Helga, the gentleman does not know your strength and courage!
And you, sir,--you, Mr. Tregarthen--Ach! God! You will not let your
courage fail you--you who came here on a holy and beautiful errand--no,
no! you will not let your courage fail you, now that the wind is ceasing
and the sun has broken forth, and the worst is past?'
Helga looked at me.
'Captain Nielsen,' said I, 'if there were a dozen of us we might hope to
keep your ship long enough afloat to give us a chance of being rescued;
but not twelve, not fifty men could save her for you. The tempest has
made a sieve of her, and what we have now to do is to construct a raft
while we have time and opportunity, and to be ceaseless in our prayer
that the weather may suffer us to launch it and to exist upon it until
we are succoured.'
He gazed at me with a burning eye, and breathed as though he must
presently suffocate.
'Oh, but for a few hours' use of my limbs!' he cried, lifting his
trembling hands. 'I would show you both how the will can be made to
master the body's weakness. Must I lie here without power?' and as he
said these words he grasped again the edge of his cot, and writhed so
that I was almost prepared to see him heave himself out; but the agony
of the wrench was too much; his face grew whiter still, he groaned low,
and lay back, with his brow glistening with sweat-drops.
'Father!' cried Helga, 'bear with us! Indeed it is as Mr. Tregarthen
says. I feared it last night, and this morning has made me sure. We must
not think of the ship, but of ourselves, and of you, father dear--of
you, my poor, dear father!' She broke off with a sob.
I waited until he had recovered a little from the torment he had caused
himself, and then gently, but with a manner that let him know I was
resolved, began to reason with him. He lay apparently listening
apathetically; but his nostrils, wide with breathing, and the hurried
motions of his breast were warrant enough of the state of his mind.
While I addressed him Helga went out, and presently returned with the
sounding-rod, dark with the wet fresh from the well. He turned his
feverish eyes upon it, but merely shook his head and lightly wrung his
hands.
'Father, you see it for yourself!' she cried.
'Miss Nielsen,' said I, 'we are wasting precious minutes. Will your
father tell you what depth of water his ship must take in to founder?'
He, poor fellow, made no response, but continued to stare at the rod in
her hand as though his intelligence on a sudden was all abroad.
'Shall we go to work?' said I. She looked at her father wistfully.
'Come,' I exclaimed, 'we _know_ we are right. We must make an effort to
save ourselves. Are not our lives our first consideration?'
'I stepped to the door; as I put my hand to it, Captain Nielsen cried:
'If you do not save the ship, how will you save yourselves?'
'We must at once put some sort of raft together,' said I, halting.
'A raft! in this sea!' he clasped his hands and uttered a low mocking
laugh that was more shocking in him than the maddest explosion of temper
could have shown.
I could no longer linger to hear his objections. Helga might be very
dear to him, but his ship stood first in his mind, and I had no idea of
breaking my heart at the pump and then of being drowned after all. My
hope was indeed a forlorn one, but it was a hope for all that; whereas I
knew that the ship would give us no chance whatever. Besides, our making
ready for the worst would not signify that we should abandon the vessel
until her settling forced us over the side. And was the gentle, heroic
Helga to perish without a struggle on my part, because her father clung
with a sick man's craziness--which in health he might be quick to
denounce--to this poor tempest-strained barque that was all he had in
the world?
I went out and on to the deck, and was standing thinking a minute of the
raft and how we should set about it, when Helga joined me.
'He is too ill to be reasonable,' she exclaimed.
'Yes,' said I, 'but we will save him and ourselves too, if we can. Let
us lose no more time. Do you observe that the wind has sensibly
decreased even while we have been talking in your father's cabin? The
sky has opened more yet to windward, and the seas are running with much
less weight.'
As I spoke the sun flashed into a rift in the vapour sweeping down the
eastern heaven, and the glance of the foam to the splendour, and the
sudden brightening of the cloud-shadowed sea into blue, animated me like
some new-born hope, and was almost as invigorating to my spirits as
though my eyes had fallen upon the gleam of a sail heading our way.
I should but weary you to relate, step by step, how we went to work to
construct a raft. The motion of the deck was still very violent, but it
found us now as seasoned as though we had kept the sea for years; and,
indeed, the movement was becoming mere child's-play after the tossing of
the night. A long hour of getting such booms as we wanted off the
sailors' house on to the deck, and of collecting other materials for our
needs, was not, by a very great deal, so exhausting as ten minutes at
the pump. We broke off a little after nine o'clock to get some food, and
to enable Helga to see to her father; and now the cast we took with the
sounding-rod advised us, with most bitter significance of indication,
that, even though my companion and I had strength to hold to the pump
for a whole watch--I mean for four hours at a spell--the water would
surely, if but a little more slowly, vanquish us in the end. Indeed,
there was no longer question that the vessel had, in some parts of her,
been seriously strained; and though I held my peace, my sincere
conviction was that, unless some miracle arrested the ingress of the
water, she would not be afloat at five o'clock that day.
By one we had completed the raft, and it lay against the main hatch,
ready to be swayed over the side and launched. I had some small
knowledge of boat-building, having acquired what I knew from a small
yard down past the lifeboat-house at Tintrenale, where boats were built,
and where I had killed many an hour, pipe in mouth, watching and asking
questions, and even lending a hand; and in constructing this raft I
found my slender boat-building experiences very useful. First we made a
frame of four stout studdingsail booms, which we securely lashed to four
empty casks, two of which lay handy to our use, while of the other two,
one we found in the galley, half full of slush, and the other in the
cabin below where the provisions were stored. We decked the frame with
booms, of which there was a number, as I have previously said, stacked
on top of the sailors' deck-house, and to this we securely lashed
planking, to which we attached some hatch-covers, binding the whole with
turn upon turn of rope. To improve our chance of being seen, I provided
for setting up a topgallant-studdingsail boom as a mast, at the head of
which we should be able to show a colour. I also took care to hedge the
sides with a little bulwark of life-lines lest the raft should be swept.
There were many interstices in this fabric fit for holding a stock of
provisions and water.
I had no fear of its not floating high, nor of its not holding together:
but it would be impossible to express the heaviness of heart with which
I laboured at this thing. The raft had always been the most dreadful
nightmare of the sea to my imagination. The stories of the sufferings it
had been the theatre of were present to my mind as I worked, and again
and again they would cause me to break off and send a despairing look
round; but never a sail showed; the blankness was that of the heavens.
We had half-masted a second Danish ensign after coming out from breaking
our fast, and one needed but to look at the breezy rippling of its large
folds to know that the wind was rapidly becoming scant. By one o'clock,
indeed, it was blowing no more than a pleasant air of wind, still out of
the north-east. The stormy, smoke-like clouds of the morning were gone,
and the sky was now mottled by little heaps of prismatic vapour that
sailed slowly under a high delicate shading of cloud, widely broken, and
showing much clear liquid blue, and suffering the sun to shine very
steadily. There was a long swell rolling out of the north-east; but the
brows were so wide apart that there was no violence whatever in the
swaying of the barque upon it. The wind crisped these swinging folds of
water, and the surface of the ocean scintillated with lines of small
seas feathering, with merry curlings, into foam. But it was fine-weather
water, and the barometer had risen greatly, and I could now believe that
there was nothing more in the rapidity of its indications than a promise
of a pleasant day and of light winds.
I could have done nothing without Helga. Her activity, her
intelligence, her spirit, were amazing, not indeed only because she was
a girl, but because she was a girl who had undergone a day and two
frightful nights of peril and distress, who had slept but little, whose
labours at the pump might have exhausted a seasoned sailor. She seemed
to know exactly what to do, was wise in every suggestion, and I could
never glance at her face without finding the sweetness of it rendered
noble by the heroism of the heart that showed in her firm mouth, her
composed countenance, and steadfast, determined gaze.
At times we would break off to sound the well, and never without finding
a fresh nimbleness coming into our hands and feet, a wilder desire of
hurry penetrating our spirits from the assurance of the rod. Steadily,
inch by inch, the water was gaining, and already at this hour of one
o'clock it was almost easy to guess the depth of it by the sluggishness
of the vessel's rolling, by the drowning character of her languid
recovery from the slant of the swell. I felt tolerably confident,
however, that she would keep afloat for some hours yet, and God knows we
could not have too much time granted to us, for there was much to be
done; the raft to be launched and provisioned; and the hardest part was
yet to come, I mean the bringing of the sick captain from his cabin and
hoisting him over the side.
At one o'clock we broke off again to refresh ourselves with food and
drink, and Helga saw to her father. For my part I would not enter his
berth. I dreaded his expostulations and reproaches, and, indeed, I may
say that I shrank from even the sight of him, so grievous were his white
face and dying manner--so depressing to me, who could not look at the
raft and then turn my eyes upon the ocean without guessing that I was as
fully a dying man as he, and that, when the sun set this night, it might
go down for ever upon us.
There was but one way of getting the raft over, and that was by the
winch and a tackle at the mainyard-arm. Helga said she would take the
tackle aloft, but I ran my eye over her boy-clad figure with a smile,
and said 'No.' She was, indeed, a better sailor than I, but it would be
strange indeed if I was unable to secure a block to a yardarm. We braced
in the mainyard until the arm of it was fair over the gangway, and I
then took the tackle aloft and attached the block by the tail of it.
I lay over the yard for a minute or two while I looked round; but the
sea brimmed unbroken towards the sky, and I descended again and again
shuddering without control over myself, as I gazed at the little fabric
of the raft and contrasted it with the size of the ship that was slowly
foundering, and then with the great sea upon whose surface it would
presently be afloat--the only object, perhaps, under the eye of heaven
for leagues and leagues!
Our business now was to get the raft over the side. I should have to
fatigue and perhaps perplex you with technicalities exactly to explain
our management of it. Enough if I say that, by hooking on the lower
block of the tackle to ropes which formed slings for the raft, and by
taking the hauling part to the winch, we very easily swayed the
structure clear of the bulwark-rail--for you must know that the winch,
with its arrangements of handles, cogs, and pawls, is a piece of
shipboard mechanism with which a couple of persons may do as much as a
dozen might be able to achieve using their arms only.
When the raft was high enough Helga stood by the winch ready to slacken
away on my giving the word of command; while I went to a line which held
the fabric over the deck. This line I eased off until the raft had swung
fairly over the water, and then called to Helga to slacken away, and the
raft sank, and in a minute or two was water-borne, riding upon the swell
alongside, and buoyed by the casks even higher above the surface than I
had dared hope.
'Now, Miss Nielsen!' cried I.
'Oh! pray call me Helga,' she broke in; 'it is my name: it is short! I
seem to answer to it more readily, and in this time, this dreadful time,
I could wish to have it, and none other!'
'Then, Helga,' said I, even in such a moment as this feeling my heart
warm to the brave, good, gentle little creature as I pronounced the
word, 'we must provision the raft without delay. Our essential needs
will be fresh water and biscuit. What more have you in your
provision-room below?'
'Come with me!' said she, and we ran into the deck-house and descended
the hatch, leaving the raft securely floating alongside, not only in the
grip of the yardarm tackle, which the swaying of the vessel had fully
overhauled, but in the hold of the line with which we had slacked the
structure over the rail.
It was still dark enough below; but when we opened the door of the berth
in which, as I have told you, the cabin provisions were stowed, we found
the sunshine upon the scuttle or porthole, and the apartment lay clear
in the light. In about twenty minutes, and after some three or four
journeys, we had conveyed on deck as much provisions as might serve to
keep three persons for about a month: cans of meat, some hams, several
tins of biscuit, cheese, and other matters, which I need not catalogue.
But we had started the fresh water in the scuttle-butts that they might
be emptied to serve as floats for the raft, and now we had to find a
cask or receptacle for drinking-water, and to fill it, too, from the
stock in the hold. Here I should have been at a loss but for Helga, who
knew where the barque's fresh water was stowed. Again we entered the
cabin or provision-room, and returned with some jars whose contents we
emptied--vinegar, I believe it was, but the hurry my mind was then in
rendered it weak in its reception of small impressions; these we filled
with fresh water from a tank conveniently stowed in the main hatchway,
and as I filled them Helga carried them on deck.
While we were below at this work I bade her listen.
'Yes, I hear it!' she cried: 'it is the water in the hold.'
With every sickly lean of the barque you could hear the water inside of
her seething among the cargo as it cascaded now to port and now to
starboard.
'Helga, she cannot live long,' said I. 'I believe, but for the hissing
of the water, we should hear it bubbling into her.'
I handed her up the last of the jars, and grasped the coaming of the
hatch to clamber on to the deck, for the cargo came high. As I did this,
something seemed to touch and claw me upon the back, and a huge black
rat of the size of a kitten leapt from my shoulder on to the deck and
vanished in a breath. Helga screamed, and indeed, for the moment, my own
nerves were not a little shaken, for I distinctly felt the wire-like
whisker of the horrible creature brush my cheek as it sprang from my
shoulder.
'If there be truth in the proverb,' said I, 'we need no surer hint of
what is coming than the behaviour of that rat.'
The girl shuddered, and gazed, with eyes bright with alarm, into the
hold, recoiling as she did so. I believe the prospect of drifting about
on a raft was less terrible to her than the idea of a second rat leaping
upon one or the other of us.