Sam Rogers told me the story that follows, as we sat in the coils of
the foremain and topsail braces--easy chairs aboard ship--and,
sheltered from the blast of wind and spume by the high-weather rail,
killed time in the night-watch by yarn-spinning.
For neither of us had a wheel or lookout that night; and as he and I
were the only Americans in the forward end of the ship, we naturally
sought each other for communion and counsel--he, a tall, straight, and
slim man of fifty, an ex-man-of-war's man; I, a boy, beginning the
battle of life.
Sam was an inveterate reader; and, while his diction embraced a choice
stock of profanity, which he used when aroused, it also expressed
itself in the choicest of English, his sentences full of commas,
semicolons, and periods. He reeled off his stories as though reading
from a book.
I had mentioned my boyish terror of bears, wolves, and other bugaboos
of childhood, and Sam responded with his yarn. Here it is, just as he
told it:
"She was a menagerie ship--Noah's Arks, as we called them. One of these
craft that sail out to the Orient in ballast; and, stopping at Anjer
Point for monkeys; Calcutta, Bombay, and Rangoon for elephants, tigers,
lions, and cobras; Cape Town for orang-utans and African snakes, and
over at Montevideo and Rio for wild hogs, pythons, boa-constrictors,
porcupines, and other South American jungle denizens.
"I don't know just where this craft had been to get the assorted cargo
that I saw when I shipped for the run from Rio to New York; but I found
a mess of trouble in that hold that made me think a lot, and a limited
skipper and mates that made me worry a lot. For they had stowed a mad
elephant under the fore-hatch; and this gentleman kept all hands awake
when he liked, snorting and trumpeting, with no regard for eight bells
or the watch below.
"There were Hindoo keepers aboard, but these fellows are useless in
cold weather; they shrivel up and move slowly, paralyzed by the cold.
We got the cold up in the north latitudes, just above the trades; and
it was about this time that the trouble began.
"We had the ordinary mixed crew of a Yankee ship--only, this craft was
a bark; and we had the usual bull-headed and ignorant Yankee skipper
and mates; men with no understanding of human or brute nature; men who
would rather hit you than listen to your proposition of peace. They hit
us all, and got us into a condition of mind that discounted that of the
elephant under the hatch.
"Besides that elephant there were stowed in that hold cages containing
wolves, hyenas, wild hogs, wild asses, monkeys, porcupines, and zebras.
There were three or four cages full of poisonous snakes, one variety of
which I recognized, the curse of India--the hooded cobra. Then there
was a big python, picked up at Rio, and a boa-constrictor, taken aboard
at one of the Pacific islands.
"There was a huge Nubian lion; a big, striped Bengal tiger; a
hippopotamus, and a rhinoceros, to complete the list. I tell you, it
made me creepy to go down among them, as we had to on occasions, to
wash down.
"The elephant was moored to a stanchion by a short length of chain
shackled around his hind leg, but it gave him a radius of action equal
to his length and that of his hind leg and trunk. This precluded our
using the fore-hatch to reach the hold, so we used the main-hatch; and,
as there was daily use of it, this hatch was fitted with steps, and
always kept open, even in bad weather.
"The immediate cause of the trouble was the carrying away of the
foretop-gallant-yard, due to rotten halyards, and braces and lifts,
when we were scudding before a gale off Hatteras. The yard came down on
the whirl, but when it hit the deck it hit like a pile-driver--a
straight, perpendicular blow--directly over the partners that held the
upper end of the stanchion to which that crazy elephant was moored.
"It weakened it. We heard the big brute's protest, and then we heard
the crash as he carried away the stanchion.
"Then we heard other noises as he raced aft among the cages--the mad
squealing of the elephant, the growling and roaring of the lion and the
tiger, the barking of the wolves and hyenas, the gruntings of the wild
hogs, the heehaws of the wild asses and zebras, and the terrible,
mumbling snorts of the hippopotamus and rhinoceros, as their cages were
upset and destroyed.
"That mad elephant smashed them all, as we learned when the whole
bunch, according to their acceptance of the situation, appeared on
deck, growling or whining, looking for something to do or to kill. All
hands were up, and we all took to the rigging, even the skipper and
mates and the man at the wheel.
"The ship broached to, and away went the upper spars and yards. The
canvas slatted and thrashed and, one by one, the sails went to ribbons
and rags; but we could not help it. Down on deck were a big yellow lion
and striped tiger wandering round, swishing their tails to starboard
and port, looking for trouble.
"Also a python and a boa-constrictor, a half-dozen wolves from the
Russian plateaus, the zebras and wild asses, the hyenas, with their
ugly faces; the porcupines, and some of the small venomous snakes. We
could see them as they climbed up the steps of the main-hatch.
"Even the rhinoceros and the hippopotamus came up; but, when the mad
elephant tried, the steps broke under his weight, and he remained
below. Still, we had a problem.
"There wasn't a gun among us, and to go down and face those beasts with
handspikes was out of the question.
"I was in the mizzen crosstrees with the skipper, the second mate, the
helmsman, and a couple of Sou'wegians who had been working aft. In the
maintop were the first mate and three or four of the crew, and in the
foretop were the rest, all bunched together and waiting for
instructions.
"The skipper gave them.
"'Go down out o' that,' he yelled, 'and drive them down the hatch!'
"But not a man moved. Who would? He told me to go over and lash the
wheel amidships, and I declined, as politely as I could. The wheel was
spinning back and forth, the ship rolling in the trough, and the upper
spars, hanging by their gear, slatting back and forth as the ship
rolled.
"Down on deck were those murderous wild beasts, nosing round, and only
waiting for the chance of getting together. I told this to the skipper.
"'Right,' he said. 'Perhaps they'll kill each other.'
"This seemed possible a few minutes later, when the tiger and the lion
met face to face. They glared and growled and spit, just like two huge
tomcats, then they sailed into each other.
"It was a lively scrap. They fenced and dodged and nipped as they
could, but their motions were too swift to give either a good chance at
a bite. They were in the air half the time, on their backs the other
half, and it seemed an even fight until the tiger, in one of his
plunges, bumped into the python, who had been squirming around the
deck.
"Now, a python is not poisonous; but, nevertheless, he has a strong
grip of jaw. He closed his jaws on the tiger's nose, and then began a
funny sight. The big, striped brute could not shake him off; but he
backed away, snarling and screaming with rage and pain, forward round
the house, and aft on the other side to the space abaft the main-hatch,
the snake writhing like a whip-lash, and the tiger never making an
effort to use his forepaws.
"It seemed as though hereditary fear had seized him, for with a few
digs and blows he could have clawed him off. This fight ended by the
writhing python getting too close to the boa-constrictor, who happened
to be nosing his way across the deck amidships. In the twinkling of an
eye, the boa wrapped himself around the python, and the tiger got away.
"Then, while the two big snakes thrashed around the deck, Mr. Bengal
slunk away like a cat scared by a dog--his tail between his legs, and
the fur on his back raised up so that it looked like that of a
razor-backed hog.
"He went forward of the house to think it over, and the two snakes
fought it out, while the lion, thinking that he had won the fight,
roared and growled his defiance to the rest.
"He was too confident; the big rhinoceros looked him in the face, and
the trouble was resumed.
"Mr. Lion charged; but the rhino lowered his head, caught him between
the forepaws with his horn, and sent him flying over his head, with a
big gash in his body. That was enough for the lion, king of beasts
though he was.
"Leaving a trail of blood, he slunk forward of the house, and there
must have met his enemy, the tiger. We could not see, but we could
hear, and we knew the fight between the two was resumed.
"The snakes were thrashing it out all this time, but neither seemed to
get the better of it. The boa's instincts were to crush, the python's
to swallow; but this swallowing pertained also to the boa, and it came
about that the boa got about three inches of the python's tail into his
mouth, and later the python got a grip on the boa's tail.
"They held fast and ceased their struggles, their efforts now being
centered in the desire to swallow each other. This seemed a good
solution of our problem, and we wished them well.
"Meanwhile, the hyenas and the Russian wolves got mixed up, and--talk
about your dog fights--you never saw anything like it. Those beasts
fought and snarled and wrestled round the deck in a way to make you
glad you were up aloft, out of harm's way.
"It was a strange fight; both the hyenas and the wolves are cowards,
each afraid of the other. And it was only when two wolves got at a
hyena, or two hyenas got at a wolf that there was any real scrapping.
But it came about that these two breeds destroyed each other.
"One after the other crawled away to die from loss of blood.
"The wild asses and zebras had got busy. Something about the
arrangement of the zebra's stripes must have offended the artistic
sensibilities of the wild asses, for pretty soon there was a lively
kicking-match going on round the deck--a zebra against a donkey,
kicking out, stern to stern, like prize-fighters sparring. It was
funny, the way they looked round at each other while backing up to a
fresh reach.
"Now, the tiger and the lion were having it out forward of the house;
the wolves and the hyenas were scrapping, as they could, two against
one; the python and the cobra were trying to swallow each other, and
the asses and zebras were kicking the ribs out of each other. And, as
if this were not enough to complete the circus, the hippo and the rhino
must get together.
"Hippo made a plunging charge upon rhino and met that formidable tusk.
But the hide of a hippo is something akin to armor-plate, and there was
no damage, though the big brute was lifted and turned over. He came
back, and in some manner got a grip on that big horn with his teeth;
and from that on, their fight was simply a wrestling-match, neither
able to hurt the other.
"And over their grunts and groanings, over the noise of the wolves and
hyenas, the tiger and lion, and the slatting and bumping of the broken
gear against the mast, and the sounds of sea and wind, rose supreme to
our ears the blatant squealing and trumpeting of that mad elephant in
the 'tween-decks.
"Added to this were the insane orders to us fellows of the skipper and
the two mates. They demanded that we go down and quell the disturbance.
Well, we did not go down. We did other things.
"It was I who suggested to the skipper the advisability of cutting away
the connections that held those spars and sails aloft, so that they
would drop down and free the ship of the extra top-hamper. He was badly
rattled, but accepted my suggestion; so, at his orders, men went aloft
on all three masts, and soon the wreck came down, the mizzen top-hamper
falling overboard and the main diving down the open main-hatch. We
hoped it hit the elephant.
"It was only chance, of course; but the foretop-gallantmast, with the
royal yard attached, did hit the tiger a smashing blow on the head that
ended his troubles. We could see him, just clear of the forward house,
with the lion at his throat. There wasn't much of it. The lion bit in;
then, satisfied that he had done the job, he left the dead tiger and
came aft, still bleeding from the hole between the forelegs, and
pounced upon rhino, who had made that hole.
"It roused the rhino. With a mighty upheaval, he shook off the hippo
and charged on the lion. But this fighter had grown wary; he dodged and
jumped, growling and snarling the while, but apparently in no mood to
again risk the puncturing of his hide by that upright horn.
"Meanwhile the stupid old hippo, who usually wanted nothing more than
his grub and his bath, lumbered around looking for further trouble. He
found it; he interfered between the wild asses and the zebras, and soon
the whole bunch, both sides, were bombarding him with their hind feet.
He squealed and groaned and growled, but to no end.
"They backed up to him and thumped him with their hoofs, as many as
could get near him. It was a beautiful exhibition of the law of the
brotherhood of man and the brotherhood of beast. Those equine
propagandists of the law of the survival of the fittest kicked that
poor, peaceful old hippo into a condition of coma.
"At last he lay down, with his head between his paws, and gave it up;
then the kickers ceased kicking him and resumed their kicking of each
other.
"By this time the python and the boa had gathered in about three feet
of each other; the wolves and hyenas--two against one, understand--had
reduced their number by half, and the lion was still pretending to
fight the rhino.
"He still found it best to dodge that upright tusk, while his claws and
teeth couldn't even scratch the rhino's impervious hide.
"Then he got it from another quarter. The porcupines had climbed up,
and one was nosing round the deck, attending to his own affairs--which
seemed to be nothing more than an intention to find out where he
was--when he got between these two. He suddenly balled himself up,
turned round a couple of times, and then fired a volley of his quills.
"They went, straight and true, right into that open hole between the
lion's forelegs. He stood on his hindfeet for a moment, bellowing and
roaring, while he tried to brush them out; then he slunk forward again
and hid behind the house. But we heard his occasional snarls of pain.
"Meanwhile the porcupine had opened fire on the rhino, but did him no
harm; and rhino was too big-minded to notice him. He lumbered round,
looking for a match with something, but not finding it; even the
kickers got out of his way, and the poor old hippo wandered forward to
commune with the lion.
"Not finding an antagonist worthy of his horn, the rhino began nosing
the two mutual-minded snakes. He tossed them 'round, and they were
helpless to resist--only the rough handling seemed to induce increased
swallowing power. We could see their jaws working convulsively; and
inch by inch, foot by foot, they rapidly disappeared from sight.
"The rhino soon got tired and tackled the wolves and hyenas--what was
left of them. They had reduced their number to two of each kind; but
this was too small to admit of two against one, so they were now
dodging each other, snarling bravely enough, but not fighting.
"The rhino caught a hyena on his tusk, tossed him in air, caught him as
he fell, sent him flying again, and then stamped his life out. This
seemed to settle the fate of the other hyena, for immediately the two
remaining wolves got at him. But rhino's next victim was a wolf, which
he disposed of as quickly.
"This left two cowards to fight for the supremacy; but the fight was
taken out of them. They slunk apart and did not meet again.
"Now, here was the condition of things when a new factor intruded upon
the problem: the lion was nursing his hurts, forward of the house, out
of sight; the hippo had gone to sleep from sheer weariness and disgust;
the last wolf and hyena were prowling round, avoiding each other; the
python and the boa had swallowed two-thirds of each other's length; the
rhino was wandering round, looking for a scrap; the kicking zebras and
wild asses had grown tired and called it a draw, and the porcupines,
three or four of them, had finished their inspection of their
environment and had snuggled down in various places to await
developments.
"The new factor was a green sea that lifted aboard amidships and
flooded the waist of the ship. Of course, the quick movers of the lot
got forward or aft, out of the way of the water surging back and forth
across the deck; but the poor porcupines were drowned before the water
ran out the scuppers. And when it had gone out, we saw what we had not
seen before--the small, poisonous cobras.
"They had come up, but had kept out of sight until that sea washed them
round; then, as the water shallowed on the deck, they made for the
masts or the rigging and began to climb. It's hard to drown a snake,
you know.
"There were at least two dozen of the reptiles, and it looked bad for
us fellows aloft. Did you ever see a snake climb a rope? He goes up in
a sort of wriggling spiral, wrapped loosely round it, but shifting his
different sections up for a fresh grip. The other fellows climbed to
the topmast-crosstrees and looked down; but the snakes stopped at the
eyes of the rigging, or the tops, and rested.
"Then came a second new factor in our problem: a sea came aboard from
the other side and washed about; another with the next roll, and still
another. The rolls were long and heavy, and I, who had once been on a
sinking ship, sensed the reason.
"'We're sinking, captain,' I said. 'That main-topgallantmast going down
that hatch has punched a hole or started a butt.'
"'Maybe you're right,' he exclaimed. 'What can we do?'
"That was too hard a question at the time for a skipper to ask of a
foremast-hand, so I said nothing, but did a lot of thinking. The
flywheel-pump was amidships at the main fife-rail. We could not go down
to it without danger from the wounded lion, the rhino, and possibly the
wolf, though, with these out of the way, we might dodge or kill the
cobras and fight off the hyena.
"As it was, we were caught. I suggested to the skipper that he go down
the mizzentopmast-backstay, dart into his cabin, and get his rifle.
Then he could pot the brutes from the forward windows. But he declined
and forbade me going. I had no business in his cabin.
"I saw that he had lost his nerve. Now, when a skipper loses his nerve,
he loses his rights; so I didn't hesitate to sing out to the mate in
the main-topmast-crosstrees to clear away downhaul-blocks,
quarter-blocks, or anything handy and heavy, and try and drop them on
the lion and the rhino, the two most dangerous of the bunch. He seemed
to be much in the same condition as the skipper, for he answered and
passed the word forward to the fellows on the fore.
"In a few minutes things began raining down onto the deck--blocks,
bulls'-eyes, and sea-boots. The bombardment raised a commotion, though
none of the brutes was hit.
"Yet the sick and sore lion responded to the extent of bounding aft and
mounting the poop. Here he came within range of us fellows up the
mizzen, and I had the disconnected mizzen-staysail halyard-block in my
hand ready for him. He gained the space abaft the house near the wheel
and stood still, lashing his tail and nosing the air as though he
smelled us up aloft.
"He was only about forty feet down; and when young I had been a good
ball-player. I leaned over and let that block go with all my strength.
It wasn't the ordinary shell-block, but a solid carving of _lignum-vitae_;
and it fetched that lion a smash on the head that must have cracked his
skull, for he sank down, then got up and wabbled, rather than walked,
forward along the alley to the poop-steps.
"There he blindly fell off the poop; and the rhino, whom he had dodged
on the run aft, was ready for him. It wasn't a fight. The lion was
dying, and the rhino simply hastened the job, goring him relentlessly
until the bleeding carcass lay still.
"Then the rhino, flushed with victory, went for the nearest brute, a
wild ass, and soon he had the whole of them--asses and zebras--kicking
the stomach out of him, or into him, perhaps, by the way he bellowed.
"It was funny, in a way, for they were all too quick for him; they
could dodge that plunging beast with his murderous horn, and turn for a
kick before he got by.
"But there was nothing funny about that water in the hold, nor in the
prospective job of stopping the leak, pumping her out, and bending new
canvas, in case we could get that rhinoceros out of the way. He was the
only thing we feared now, for the rest were not really dangerous unless
you got too close.
"We knew the wolf and the hyena would run from a man with a handspike,
and the zebras and asses would run from a man without one. To make
matters worse, darkness closed down. So, lashing ourselves to the
crosstrees, we slept more or less sweetly until daylight.
"When we took stock of things, we knew that all was up with that bark.
Her plank-sheer amidships was awash, and the water rolling in a green
body from starboard to port and back again.
"The crazy elephant stood under the hatch, squealing and trumpeting in
fright. He must have smashed the monkeys' cages during the night, for
the rigging was dotted with chimpanzees, orangs, and the small fellows.
The hyena and the wolf had gained the forecastle-deck, and stood, side
by side, looking aft, with no thought of quarreling in this emergency.
"The sleepy old hippo was lumbering round in the flooded waist as
though he enjoyed his salt-water bath; and the rhino was forward on the
main deck, looking at the water as it washed up to him and receded.
Amidships was a thick, black ring of about two feet diameter, sliding
round in the wash.
"It was the two big snakes, each a sheath for the other, but each dead
as a door-nail; either they had died from the strain, or the water had
drowned them. The zebras and wild asses were also forward, but mostly
out of sight behind the house. Not a cobra could be seen, however, and
the skipper displayed sudden energy.
"'Something must be done,' he said vehemently. 'You men stay here while
I make the attempt to get to the top of the forward house. If I can
make it without trouble, the rest of you can follow. We must clear away
the boats, for there is no saving this ship.'
"So saying, he gripped the mizzen-stay and slid down it to where it
ended at a band on the main-mast just above the fife-rail. From there
he dropped to the deck and made a bee-line for the starboard side of
the house to avoid the rhino, who was forward on the port side.
"But the rhino saw him coming down the stay and lumbered aft into the
washing-water to investigate, rounding the port corner of the house
just as the skipper reached the starboard. From there he charged; and
you cannot imagine the velocity of a rhino's charge. It is like that of
a locomotive. The skipper scrambled on top of a water-tank alongside
the house just in time to escape that tusk, and from there he got to
the top, where he sat down to recover himself.
"He was a badly scared man. The rhino grunted and snorted at him and
tried to climb the tank, but failed to get a grip on the smooth-painted
staves. So he stood guard abaft the house, looking up.
"There were two other roads to the deck--the port and starboard mizzen
rigging, I still had in mind that rifle of the skipper's, and as the
second mate, a young fellow just out of the forecastle, made no
objections, I slid down the after-swifter of the port rigging and got
into the cabin before the skipper or the rhino noticed me.
"I found the cabin flooded, and waded waist-deep to the skipper's room,
where I found his Winchester hanging to the bulkhead. Making sure that
the magazine was full, I scrambled to the forward companion, where
there was a window that gave me a good view of the deck. The skipper
was calling the men on the main to come down by the maintopmast stay to
the top of the house, and to those on the fore to come down by the
backstays to the rail, and then to jump to the water-tanks; and the men
were coming down, one by one, even though the rigging swarmed with big
monkeys and the corners and hollow spots possibly held poisonous
snakes.
"A yell from the mizzen called my attention to one of these, a big
fellow of four feet in length whom the skipper had frightened out of
his hiding-place on the fife-rail, and he was climbing the mizzen-stay.
He rested about six feet up, but completely blocked this path to the
deck for the men in the mizzen. However, when I had cleared the deck of
the rhino, they could come down my way. I cocked the gun, took careful
aim at the big brute's left eye, and let go.
"I missed the eye, but attracted his attention, and he came charging
aft through the water. I ducked, knowing that he couldn't climb the
flimsy steps to the short length of poop forward of the house without
breaking them down with his weight, and, after a moment, peeped out.
"He was just turning to go forward, and, as I knew that a Winchester
bullet wouldn't puncture his hide, I saved my shots.
"Meanwhile, all hands but the boys in the mizzen-crosstrees had gained
the forward house and were clearing away the two boats, lashed in their
chocks, right side up--one to starboard, the other to port. I could see
the work going on--saw them smash the skylight over the galley for a
man to go down to pass up grub, and saw a man dive down.
"Then I saw another fellow take a beaker from the starboard boat, and,
watching his chance when the rhino wasn't looking, drop over and into
the starboard forecastle, to fill it from the water-barrel. He passed
it up and also the bread-barge. There was some of the cabin stores in
the galley, and these they secured easily through the skylight; but I
noticed they packed it all in the starboard-boat, though they had
cleared away the other.
"I knew I had just fifteen shots in that rifle; but I hadn't looked for
further ammunition, and I thought that fifteen would finish the rhino,
somehow; so, when the boys above shinned down and joined me, I
neglected to ask them to hunt for more, but just peppered away when I
thought I saw a good chance, but never hit the one vulnerable spot.
"The second mate wanted to try it, but I wouldn't resign the gun to
him. In extreme emergencies, you know, an officer loses his
superiority; he becomes a mere man, like the rest. Every time I tickled
the brute with a bullet he would come charging aft, but never stopped
still when within easy range. Not seeing anyone, he would wheel and go
back to his duty at the forward house. To tell the truth, I was a
little nervous lest he should be able to mount the poop and get at us.
"The old hippo was happy, swimming and snorting round in the water; and
the rhino seemed to have forgotten his grudge, busying himself with his
real enemies, human beings. There were about sixteen of these on the
forward house, and I noticed that they had ceased the work of stocking
the boat, and judged that there was no more grub forward.
"'I say, cap'n,' I called out, 'put some grub and water in the other
boat. One boat won't hold us all.'
"'You go to the dickens!' he answered. 'What are you doing in my cabin?
Didn't I tell you to keep out of it?'
"'Go yourself!' I yelled. Then I said to the men with me: 'Raid the
steward's storeroom and fill your pockets with what you can find. Pack
the inside of your shirts.'
"They could find nothing eatable except soda biscuits, and they cleaned
out the locker. But there was no water aft.
"Meanwhile the bark was getting lower and lower, and the rhino, to
escape the wash, had drifted farther forward. I had wasted twelve
bullets by this time, and had but three left. It was best, of course,
to kill him before the bark foundered, so that we could get into that
port boat and induce the rest to pass over some grub and water. But
this was not to be.
"I killed him, all right, but only after we had rushed out at the death
flurry of the old craft, floundered forward, seizing handspikes from
the racks on the way, and gained the vicinity of the house. Here that
murder-minded rhino met us, and I jammed the muzzle into one eye.
"The bullet touched some part of his brain, for he sagged down and grew
quiet. And while we mounted the house, the asses and zebras were
hee-hawing, the wolf was barking, and the mad elephant, waving his
trunk up through the hatch, was trumpeting like a high-pressure
exhaust.
"We were just in time. The others had got into the starboard boat, and
we bundled into the port. There was no time for a decent launching over
the rail, but there was time to sing out for grub and water. The
skipper and mate consigned us to the infernal regions.
"'There's not enough to go round,' he declared. 'Take your chance. It's
better that part should starve than all.'
"I still had the gun, and had there been time I could have coerced
them; but there was no time. In a minute the water had reached the top
of the house.
"Then, as the boats floated in the creamy turmoil, we pushed with the
oars, and, though half swamped, managed to clear the fore-braces as
they went under. There was a mighty roaring of water, and a mighty
suction, but the two boats floated, though half full.
"Then we saw that blooming old hippo rise out of the depths and head
for us. We shipped the oars and pulled like mad, but we'd gone a
quarter of a mile through that heavy sea before we dropped him.
"We couldn't have helped him; he'd have swamped us in a jiffy if he'd
got his nose and forepaws over the gunwale. We chewed dry soda biscuits
for three days, and were then picked up."
"But the others, Sam?" I asked. "Were they picked up?"
"No," answered Sam with a perceptible quaver in his voice. "They were
not. The wolf, the zebras, and the asses could swim, and so could the
monkeys, and snakes, after a fashion.
"I don't know what trouble they may or may not have had with these.
What I did see, though, as I pulled stroke oar in the race with the
hippo, was the big head of the elephant showing occasionally as we rode
over the crest of a wave.
"He was waving his trunk in the air, and making for the other boat.
They were pulling as hard as we were, but to less avail. They were
overladen with men and grub. Each lift of a sea showed them nearer
together.
"Then we sank into a hollow.
"When we came up I saw nothing but that waving trunk."