SAILING ACROSS THE FIELDS.
I was appalled at the terrible sight. It was an open country, and there
were few trees to be seen, except around the houses at the plantations.
It looked like an inland sea. I saw the two men struggling in the water
at some distance from the levee. They were evidently trying to touch
bottom with their feet, but the water was over their heads.
"How deep is the water on that flat, Mr. Pilot?" I asked, not a little
excited at the idea of witnessing such a loss of life as he had
predicted.
"I should say it was from eight to ten feet deep all the way to those
plantations," he replied.
"Why don't one of the steamers waiting here go over to the assistance
of those poor people?" I inquired.
"They can't get through, and they would be swamped if they should try
it. The breach is not more than thirty feet wide, and these boats would
stick till they were torn to pieces. They are so low in the water that
it would put their fires out when they went through and fill their
holds."
I looked about the decks of both our steamers, and found that all the
passengers were on board of the Islander. I told Ben Bowman, who was on
duty in the engine-room, to put on all the steam she could safely
carry. He assured me he had enough for anything.
"Look out, Captain Blastblow, if you please, for I am going to cast
off," I called to the Islander. "Keep the ladies in a safe place. All
the Sylvanias on board!"
I went into the pilot-house, and rang to back the steamer. I kept her
moving until we were in the middle of the river. I had carefully
examined the crevasse, and I judged that the water was not more than
two feet lower on the flat than it was in the river.
"How deep is the water in the cut, Mr. Pilot?" I asked.
"Not less than eight feet; and it may be ten. You can't tell."
I stopped the Sylvania, and then rang to go ahead at full speed.
"Are you going through the crevasse?" demanded the pilot.
"I see no difficulty in doing so. Mr. Washburn, see that every opening
in the deck and deck-house is closed and securely fastened."
"It will be a ticklish business to go through that breach," said the
pilot, shaking his head.
"Would you let a hundred people drown without doing any thing to save
them?" I asked.
"Not if I could help it. I am willing to do all I can; but I shouldn't
wonder if your boat made a dive into the mud on the other side of the
levee, and stuck there."
"If she does we have two life-boats at the davits," I replied.
The Sylvania soon got up her best speed, and the pilot steered the
steamer for a point just above the crevasse. I closed the windows of
the pilot-house, and directed all hands to go on the hurricane-deck,
except the engineers and firemen.
"I think you ought to stop the engine, for she will go through quick
enough without any help," suggested the pilot.
"We must have steerage-way, or we can do nothing," I replied with quick
tones, for we were within a few fathoms of the whirl of waters that
were dashing through the crevasse. I felt the speed of the steamer
increasing, and I firmly grasped the wheel with the pilot.
"You know this boat better than I do, and this business is a little out
of my line; but I will help you all I can," said the pilot, who seemed
to be fully self-possessed, though he was not used to handling a vessel
like the Sylvania.
Washburn came into the pilot-house, after seeing that all the openings
were closed, and the ship's company disposed in safe places.
"I don't think you will have any trouble going through there, Alick,"
said the mate.
"I don't know as you will, but I wouldn't take a river-boat through
such a place unless she was insured for her full value," added the
pilot.
"No more talking, if you please," I added.
We had entered the rapid current that swept into the crevasse. It was a
thrilling moment, for the next minute would determine whether the
Sylvania was to be swamped or not. But I had a reasonable degree of
confidence in the vessel. She had always done all I expected of her,
and I could hardly conceive of her disappointing me in this instance.
The people assembled on the levee uttered a long and deep shout of
warning to us, but we had gone too far to recede even if we had been
disposed to do so. I saw the two men who had been swamped in the small
boat, still buoying themselves up with the oars; and beyond them the
houses tottering over as they were undermined by the rising waters. The
sight of these was quite enough to keep my courage up, and no thought
of doing anything but trying to save those who must perish without
assistance came to my mind.
The little steamer rushed madly into the opening, with her screw
turning at its most rapid rate. When she had reached the fall she made
a tremendous dive, as it were, burying her bowsprit in the muddy tide.
Tons of the yellow fluid, loaded with sediment, flowed in on the
forecastle and swept aft. I judged by the shock that she struck her
fore-foot into the earth.
The muddy water swashed up, and entirely covered the windows of the
pilot-house, leaving enough of the soil to make the glass as opaque as
the levee itself. We could not see a thing outside after this volume of
mud was discharged upon the windows. But in another instant I felt the
bow of the steamer rising. The screw was still shaking the vessel, and
I felt that no great injury had been done to her.
"Open the windows, if you please, Washburn," I said, trying to keep as
cool as possible.
"We are all right now," added the pilot. "One of our river steamers
would never have come up after that dive."
I rang the speed-bell as soon as I felt that we were fairly through the
cut in the levee. A yell from the people assured us that we were all
right, if we did not find it out before.
"I suppose you are not a pilot in these waters!" I continued, turning
to Mr. Bell, for that was his name.
"Well, hardly, in these waters: at any rate I never took a steamboat
over this ground before. But I reckon I can do it as well as any other
man, for I was raised along here, and I know the lay of the land as
well as the water," replied the pilot.
The escape of steam from the safety-valve showed me that the engineers
had slowed down, though I could not yet perceive it in the motion of
the vessel. We were approaching the two men on the oars, and I rang to
stop and back her. There was no difficulty in steering the steamer
after we were out of the swiftest of the current, and I left the
pilot-house.
The Sylvania looked as though she had been buried in yellow mud for a
year, and had just been dug out. The water had all passed out at the
scupper-holes and swinging-ports; but the deck and a considerable
portion of the deck-house were covered with the mud from the water. All
hands except the chief engineer and one fireman had come out of the
hiding-places, and were ready for duty.
"Clear away the starboard quarter-boat," I called. "Mr. Washburn, you
will pick up those men, and do it as quick as possible, for we are
needed at those plantations."
The crew got into the boat and lowered it into the water. In a moment
more they were pulling with all their might for the two men, who were
some distance apart. They picked them up, one at a time, and came back
to the Sylvania. They hooked on the falls, and with the help of Ben
Bowman and Hop Tossford, hoisted the boat up to the davits. The two men
rescued from the water seemed to be very much exhausted, and we helped
them on deck.
The moment the boat was out of the water, I rang to go ahead. I told
Moses to let her run at half speed, for I was afraid she might strike
against some hummock, or other obstruction, and stick in the mud, which
would cause a delay, if nothing worse. I sent Buck to the top-gallant
forecastle with the hand lead, and he reported eleven feet.
"The ground is low here," said the pilot; "but I think we can carry
eight feet up to the knoll on which the houses stood. They must have
had eight or nine in some parts of it, or the cabins of the niggers
wouldn't have been upset."
"I think we can hurry her a little along here," I replied, ringing the
speed-bell.
"By the mark twain," said Buck.
"He threw the lead into a hole that time," added the pilot.
"And a half-one," continued Buck.
"You will hold that all the way till you get to the knoll," said Mr.
Bell. "We are going at a rattling speed."
"We shall be all right as long as we have eight feet. Our coal bunkers
are pretty well emptied, and I don't know but we could go with seven
and a half. It is plain sailing; but we must feel along when it gets
down to eight and a half," I replied.
The two men who had been taken from the water came to the forecastle at
this moment. They were covered with yellow mud, and of course they were
wet to the skin. But it was a hot day, and the sun was shining
brightly. When I asked them, they told me they had come from one of the
steamers that had stopped at the levee to render assistance.
"Eight feet and a half," shouted Buck.
I rang the speed bell, which soon reduced our rate one-half. Buck still
reported eight and a half. We were within a hundred yards of the
mansion-houses, of which I could see four, the lower parts of which
were under water. We could see the inmates in the second stories. But
the negro cabins were upset and many of them were floating about. It
was evident enough that they had been built on lower ground than the
residences of the planters. The knoll was covered with shade-trees and
shrubs, and the estates were as beautiful as anything I ever looked
upon--that is, what I could see of them above the water.
"Eight feet!" shouted the leadsman, with energy.
I rang to stop her, for I could feel a sort of sensation as though the
keel of the Sylvania was making a furrow in the field under us. The
steamer stopped almost as soon as I rang the bell. But as the water was
rising instead of falling, I did not feel at all concerned about her
situation. I immediately ordered both boats to be lowered. Ben and Hop
went off in one, and Buck and Landy in the other. Not far from the
knoll, which could not have been more than three or four feet above the
flat over which we had been sailing, I saw the boat the two men from
the steamer had been swamped in. I told Buck to tow it to the steamer,
and we had it alongside in a few moments. I sent the quarter-boat back
to the rescue of the people in the houses and cabins. The river
steamer's boat was full of water. We drew her under the davits on the
port side, made fast to her, and hauled her out of the water, hoisting
the bow end first, so that the water would run out of her. When both
ends were abreast of the rail of the vessel, we tipped her over, and
entirely freed her of water. I sent Washburn and Dyer Perkins in her to
assist the other two boats.
Even at this important hour, the abominably dirty condition of the
Sylvania, which had been bathed in mud, actually pained me. Away from
the furious current of the crevasse, the mud settled, and the water was
comparatively clean. Cobbington and the two waiters had been at work
swabbing the quarter-deck, but with no good result. I directed the
engineer to rig the fire-engine, and we soon drowned the decks with
water. This, with the swabs, made clean work. By the time the first
boat came off from the knoll, the Sylvania looked nearly as neat as
when she had left the great river. The hot sun dried the planks about
as soon as they were swabbed.
In the port-boat, under the direction of Ben Bowman, was a family of
four persons whom I took to be the occupants of one of the mansions. A
gentleman and his wife, with a son and daughter, were the first helped
on board: nearly all the others were negroes. I showed the white people
down into the cabin, and directed Cobbington to do all he could for
their comfort.
In the course of half an hour we had seventy-two persons whom we
rescued. We were unable to find any more. The three boats had searched
every house which could contain a human being. They had taken men,
women and children from the trees, as well as the houses. We sounded
the whistle vigorously, and then waited for any call.
There were no more, and I directed the pilot to work back to the levee.