THE SANDRIDGE LIGHT.
Sturdily I swam in the direction in which I had last seen the
beacon--I say last, for to one so low in the water as a swimmer,
every wave interrupts the vision, and more than once I had to make a
kind of leap like a flying fish, to ascertain whether or not I was
proceeding in the right course.
I had soon for my guide the triple lines of light which shone from
the three lamps of the beacon; and with joy and growing hope I
perceived the distance to lessen between us more rapidly than I could
have expected. The reason of this was, that the rising tide, and
every long roller that chafed and boiled over the ridge of sand on
which the beacon stood, impelled me towards it and the shore, which
lay about two miles beyond my harbour of refuge.
Nearer and nearer I came! The beacon lights seemed to glare into my
eyes with a dazzling radiance; and by the triple gleam they cast upon
the tumbling water, I seemed to be swimming amid a sea of fire, until
I got within the dark shadow of the edifice itself, and found myself
among the sandy breakers that chafed and boiled against the strong
and upright beams which formed its framework and
substructure--upholding it in the air some fifteen feet above the
ocean.
Panting, breathless, half-blinded by spray and salt, I reached the
slimy iron steps, which descended from the door into the water, and
were covered with seaweed, sharp shells, and clustering barnacles.
Twice the recoiling waves, or back-wash, sucked me off, and twice the
long rollers threw me forward again, ere I could clutch the lower
step of the ladder, up which I swung myself; and then, as if every
energy had departed, I sank down on the slimy seat, and for a time
closed my eyes, covering them with my wet hands; feeling totally
exhausted by the excitement of my sudden flight--the double dangers,
by wave and bullet, I had escaped, and the toil and suffering of mind
and body I had undergone for so many hours.
I must have sat there at least ten minutes, shuddering with cold,
before ascending the ladder or stair to the oak door of the wooden
lighthouse. I knocked and shouted again and again with all my little
strength, fearing that the rising tide might sweep me off ere those
within discovered me! The roar of the white waves that tumbled over
the long and dreary ridge of sand drowned my voice; thus some time
elapsed before the door, which was secured without and within by
ringbolts, blocks, and ropes, like the gunports of a man-of-war, was
undone and opened; and I was confronted by two persons, who were
dressed like sailors or fishermen, in canvas frocks, long boots,
which had never known blacking, red shirts, and red nightcaps; and
who, with astonishment expressed in their grim faces, asked me
sulkily and simultaneously, "how the devil I came there?"
One rudely held a lantern close to my face, while the other uncocked
and laid aside a pair of long rusty pistols, with which he had armed
himself; as it was not uncommon for lighthouse-keepers to be made
prisoners, by the French and Dutch privateers, which prowled about
the North Sea in those days. They were coarse and ruffianly in
manner, and of most sinister and unprepossessing aspect.
Staggering in, I sank upon the floor, all wet and dripping. Then,
while one made fast the door, and coiled the lashings of it round the
belaying pins on each side, the other (after carefully investigating
my pockets, and muttering an oath on finding them empty) gave me a
glass of raw rum, which, though it went down my throat like fire,
revived me considerably. Then he assisted me to a seat, upon a
sea-chest, after which, I pulled off my wet clothes, and began to
feel more collected, and to look about; while they questioned me with
great rapidity, for, probably, their life in the beacon was not one
of brilliant adventure, and my sudden visit bore somewhat the aspect
of an incident.
"Did you tumble overboard, youngster?" asked one.
"No," I sighed.
"Were you wrecked anywhere hereabout?" said the other.
"No."
"Were you blown off shore, in a boat, or marooned on a hencoop, or
hove overboard by any one,--eh?"
"None of these have happened to me," said I faintly, and afraid to
tell the truth.
"My eyes and limbs! did you drop from the moon? Here, take another
pull at the rum-bottle, and wrap this blanket round you; put on your
considering cap, and tell us all about it."
I tasted the rum again, and wrapping about me the coarse blanket,
which, though it resembled a Roman toga as a garment, smelt horribly
of tar, grease, and tobacco, proceeded to relate the adventures which
had befallen me of late, dwelling especially upon the lawless manner
in which I had been seized by the city guard of Edinburgh, and
delivered by the chamberlain to the lieutenant of the
pressing-tender. To all this they listened, with their keen eyes
fixed upon me, whiffing their long clay pipes the while, and
exchanging strange and somewhat sinister glances from time to time.
I knew not what those deep glances portended; but, in that
sequestered beacon, with the mournful gurgling, hissing, and chafing
of the waves _under_ and around me, my spirit began to sink, and I
felt more abandoned by fate than when in the tender, with worthy Jack
Joyce, the marine, to comfort and to counsel me. I remembered the
examination of my pockets, when half-senseless, and shrewdly
suspected I had fallen into bad hands.
When I had concluded, they continued to smoke in ominous silence, and
to pass the rum-bottle to and fro between them. At last, one wiped
his huge, blubber-like mouth with the back of his brown, hairy hand,
and said,--
"Well, I rather like your giving a tap on the head to that
psalm-singing Scotch landshark, lawyer Macfarisee, or what's his
name? But it _does_ seem to me, somehow, a twister,--a close laid
yarn, that of yours, youngster."
"How?" I asked anxiously, for I was too completely in their power to
express indignation at being doubted.
"Why, as to your being pressed, as you say, by sodgers," said the
other, who was named Dick Knuckleduster (from a dangerous weapon of
iron which he frequently wore, and by which, when fitted closely into
the clenched hand, a most deadly blow can be given); "we don't
believe a word of it! You have fairly run,--deserted."
"Because I was foully entrapped!"
"Heyday! don't go for to abuse the king's sarvice, my young 'un. I'm
an old man-o'-war's man, and know Lufftenant Cranky, well. I sarved
with him in the _Monmouth_ line-o'-battle ship, at the Havannah; when
I was captain of the mizentop, and know that, tho a little too ready
with a curse or the cat, a better hofficer never drew a cutlass or
slung his hammock under a beam."
"I care nothing for all this," said I; "I hate coercion, and was
never intended for a seafaring life."
"Hate!" growled the fellow, with a hoarse laugh; "split me, Dick, did
you ever hear the like o' that? He'd like to be in a clean-going
channel frigate, where the helm is always put down when the captain
wants fresh butter from shore; or, mayhap, in the King's Majesty's
yacht, which, as everybody knows, never sails o' nights, but always
anchors at sunset, in nice quiet places, like millponds. My precious
greenhorn, it will be quite against our conscience, in this sharp
war, to let the king lose such a valuable sarvant as you."
"Conscience!" I reiterated.
It was a great word with Macfarisee, and when using it their cruel
banter made my blood run cold.
Too weak to remonstrate with them, I reclined upon the chest and
closed my eyes. I thought of my mother, of Lotty and Amy, and strove
to pray; but memory refused to supply me even with the most
commonplace formula. However, by feigning sleep, I was relieved from
the conversation of those two ruffians (they seemed no better) in
whose society my malicious destiny had cast me.
"He's asleep, I think," said one, who was named Broken-nosed Bill,
puffing a whiff under my nose.
I snored in corroboration thereof.
"Sound, sound as a timber-head," added Dick.
"You know what shares is at sea?" asked Bill in a low voice.
"I should think so! I warnt six years a privateersman among the
Antilles for nought."
"And shares in a lighthouse, eh, Dick?"
"Yes; split me! aint it at sea as well as a ship?"
"Then we understand one another. We'll hoist a signal and hand him
over to the first king's-pennant that passes her, as run from the
service, and we'll share the bringing-money between us, parting it
fairly on the capstan-head, eh?"
"Besides, on _conscience_, you know, we can swear he fled from a
king's ship."
"He'll get a tight flogging, anyhow."
"That's his business, eh, Bill?"
I remembered the poor little boy whom I had seen so cruelly mangled
on board the tender, and my heart sank within me.
"We must keep a bright look-out, that this young gudgeon don't take a
swim for it, and give us the slip as he did old Cranky."
"A swim! why, split me, if the great sea sarpent could swim through
the shoals and shifting sands from here to Compton Kennel!"
"Well, he came to us uninvited, like a mermaid, and blow me if we
won't have what he is worth out of him! Does the young whelp think
we are to keep him in grub and grog, on nothing a day or midshipman's
half-pay? No, no; Dick, give a look at the glims, and then we'll
turn in for the night. The wind is rising; we'll have a tough squall
before morning, and who knows but the devil may send something ashore
upon the Ridge by that time; there were two craft in the offing at
sunset."
The reader may imagine my dismay on finding that I had escaped from
Scylla only to fall into Charybdis; but nature was now completely
exhausted, and ere long I sank into a sleep, so deep as to be
undisturbed either by dreams or by the booming of the surf as it
boiled and broke over the long waste of sand on which the beacon
stood.