CHAPTER XXIV.

On the twentieth of the month, finding it altogether impossible to

subsist any longer upon the filberts, the use of which occasioned us

the most excruciating torment, we resolved to make a desperate attempt

at descending the southern declivity of the hill. The face of the

precipice was here of the softest species of soapstone, although nearly

perpendicular throughout its whole extent (a depth of a hundred and

fifty feet at the least), and in many places even overarching. After

long search we discovered a narrow ledge about twenty feet below the

brink of the gulf; upon this Peters contrived to leap, with what

assistance I could render him by means of our pocket-handkerchiefs tied

together. With somewhat more difficulty I also got down; and we then

saw the possibility of descending the whole way by the process in which

we had clambered up from the chasm when we had been buried by the fall

of the hill--that is, by cutting steps in the face of the soapstone

with our knives. The extreme hazard of the attempt can scarcely be

conceived; but, as there was no other resource, we determined to

undertake it.

Upon the ledge where we stood there grew some filbert-bushes; and to

one of these we made fast an end of our rope of handkerchiefs. The

other end being tied round Peters's waist, I lowered him down over the

edge of the precipice until the handkerchiefs were stretched tight. He

now proceeded to dig a deep hole in the soapstone (as far in as eight

or ten inches), sloping away the rock above to the height of a foot, or

thereabout, so as to allow of his driving, with the butt of a pistol, a

tolerably strong peg into the levelled surface. I then drew him up for

about four feet, when he made a hole similar to the one below, driving

in a peg as before, and having thus a resting-place for both feet and

hands. I now unfastened the handkerchiefs from the bush, throwing him

the end, which he tied to the peg in the uppermost hole, letting

himself down gently to a station about three feet lower than he had yet

been, that is, to the full extent of the handkerchiefs. Here he dug

another hole, and drove another peg. He then drew himself up, so as to

rest his feet in the hole just cut, taking hold with his hands upon the

peg in the one above. It was now necessary to untie the handkerchiefs

from the topmost peg, with the view of fastening them to the second;

and here he found that an error had been committed in cutting the holes

at so great a distance apart. However, after one or two unsuccessful

and dangerous attempts at reaching the knot (having to hold on with his

left hand while he laboured to undo the fastening with his right), he

at length cut the string, leaving six inches of it affixed to the peg.

Tying the handkerchiefs now to the second peg, he descended to a

station below the third, taking care not to go too far down. By these

means (means which I should never have conceived of myself, and for

which we were indebted altogether to Peters's ingenuity and resolution)

my companion finally succeeded, with the occasional aid of projections

in the cliff, in reaching the bottom without accident.

It was some time before I could summon sufficient resolution to follow

him; but I did at length attempt it. Peters had taken off his shirt

before descending, and this, with my own, formed the rope necessary for

the adventure. After throwing down the musket found in the chasm, I

fastened this rope to the bushes, and let myself down rapidly,

striving, by the vigour of my movements, to banish the trepidation

which I could overcome in no other manner. This answered sufficiently

well for the first four or five steps; but presently I found my

imagination growing terribly excited by thoughts of the vast depth yet

to be descended, and the precarious nature of the pegs and soapstone

holes which were my only support. It was in vain I endeavoured to

banish these reflections, and to keep my eyes steadily bent upon the

flat surface of the cliff before me. The more earnestly I struggled

_not to think_, the more intensely vivid became my conceptions, and the

more horribly distinct. At length arrived that crisis of fancy, so

fearful in all similar cases, the crisis in which we begin to

anticipate the feelings with which we _shall_ fall--to picture to

ourselves the sickness, and dizziness, and the last struggle, and the

half swoon, and the final bitterness of the rushing and headlong

descent. And now I found these fancies creating their own realities,

and all imagined horrors crowding upon me in fact. I felt my knees

strike violently together, while my fingers were gradually yet

certainly relaxing their grasp. There was a ringing in my ears, and I

said, "This is my knell of death!" And now I was consumed with the

irrepressible desire of looking below. I could not, I would not,

confine my glances to the cliff; and, with a wild, indefinable emotion

half of horror, half of a relieved oppression, I threw my vision far

down into the abyss. For one moment my fingers clutched convulsively

upon their hold, while, with the movement, the faintest possible idea

of ultimate escape wandered, like a shadow, through my mind--in the

next my whole soul was pervaded with _a longing to fall_; a desire, a

yearning, a passion utterly uncontrollable. I let go at once my grasp

upon the peg, and, turning half round from the precipice, remained

tottering for an instant against its naked face. But now there came a

spinning of the brain; a shrill-sounding and phantom voice screamed

within my ears; a dusky, fiendish, and filmy figure stood immediately

beneath me; and, sighing, I sunk down with a bursting heart, and

plunged within its arms.

I had swooned, and Peters had caught me as I fell. He had observed my

proceedings from his station at the bottom of the cliff; and,

perceiving my imminent danger, had endeavoured to inspire me with

courage by every suggestion he could devise; although my confusion of

mind had been so great as to prevent my hearing what he said, or being

conscious that he had even spoken to me at all. At length, seeing me

totter, he hastened to ascend to my rescue, and arrived just in time

for my preservation. Had I fallen with my full weight, the rope of

linen would inevitably have snapped, and I should have been

precipitated into the abyss; as it was, he contrived to let me down

gently, so as to remain suspended without danger until animation

returned. This was in about fifteen minutes. On recovery, my

trepidation had entirely vanished; I felt a new being, and, with some

little further aid from my companion, reached the bottom also in

safety.

We now found ourselves not far from the ravine which had proved the

tomb of our friends, and to the southward of the spot where the hill

had fallen. The place was one of singular wildness, and its aspect

brought to my mind the descriptions given by travellers of those dreary

regions marking the site of degraded Babylon. Not to speak of the ruins

of the disruptured cliff, which formed a chaotic barrier in the vista

to the northward, the surface of the ground in every other direction

was strewn with huge tumuli, apparently the wreck of some gigantic

structures of art; although, in detail, no semblance of art could be

detected. Scoria were abundant, and large shapeless blocks of the black

granite, intermingled with others of marl,[6] and both granulated with

metal. Of vegetation there were no traces whatsoever throughout the

whole of the desolate area within sight. Several immense scorpions were

seen, and various reptiles not elsewhere to be found in the high

latitudes.

[Footnote 6: The marl was also black; indeed, we noticed no

light-coloured substances of any kind upon the island.]

As food was our most immediate object, we resolved to make our way to

the seacoast, distant not more than half a mile, with a view of

catching turtle, several of which we had observed from our place of

concealment on the hill. We had proceeded some hundred yards, threading

our route cautiously between the huge rocks and tumuli, when, upon

turning a corner, five savages sprung upon us from a small cavern,

felling Peters to the ground with a blow from a club. As he fell the

whole party rushed upon him to secure their victim, leaving me time to

recover from my astonishment. I still had the musket, but the barrel

had received so much injury in being thrown from the precipice that I

cast it aside as useless, preferring to trust my pistols, which had

been carefully preserved in order. With these I advanced upon the

assailants, firing one after the other in quick succession. Two savages

fell, and one, who was in the act of thrusting a spear into Peters,

sprung to his feet without accomplishing his purpose. My companion

being thus released, we had no further difficulty. He had his pistols

also, but prudently declined using them, confiding in his great

personal strength, which far exceeded that of any person I have ever

known. Seizing a club from one of the savages who had fallen, he dashed

out the brains of the three who remained, killing each instantaneously

with a single blow of the weapon, and leaving us completely masters of

the field.

So rapidly had these events passed, that we could scarcely believe in

their reality, and were standing over the bodies of the dead in a

species of stupid contemplation, when we were brought to recollection

by the sound of shouts in the distance. It was clear that the savages

had been alarmed by the firing, and that we had little chance of

avoiding discovery. To regain the cliff, it would be necessary to

proceed in the direction of the shouts; and even should we succeed in

arriving at its base, we should never be able to ascend it without

being seen. Our situation was one of the greatest peril, and we were

hesitating in which path to commence a flight, when one of the savages

whom I had shot, and supposed dead, sprang briskly to his feet, and

attempted to make his escape. We overtook him, however, before he had

advanced many paces, and were about to put him to death, when Peters

suggested that we might derive some benefit from forcing him to

accompany us in our attempt at escape. We therefore dragged him with

us, making him understand that we would shoot him if he offered

resistance. In a few minutes he was perfectly submissive, and ran by

our sides as we pushed in among the rocks, making for the seashore.

So far, the irregularities of the ground we had been traversing hid the

sea, except at intervals, from our sight, and, when we first had it

fairly in view, it was, perhaps, two hundred yards distant. As we

emerged into the open beach we saw, to our great dismay, an immense

crowd of the natives pouring from the village, and from all visible

quarters of the island, making towards us with gesticulations of

extreme fury, and howling like wild beasts. We were upon the point of

turning upon our steps, and trying to secure a retreat among the

fastnesses of the rougher ground, when I discovered the bows of two

canoes projecting from behind a large rock which ran out into the

water. Towards these we now ran with all speed, and, reaching them,

found them unguarded, and without any other freight than three of the

large Gallipago turtles and the usual supply of paddles for sixty

rowers. We instantly took possession of one of them, and, forcing our

captive on board, pushed out to sea with all the strength we could

command.

We had not made, however, more than fifty yards from the shore before

we became sufficiently calm to perceive the great oversight of which we

had been guilty in leaving the other canoe in the power of the savages,

who, by this time, were not more than twice as far from the beach as

ourselves, and were rapidly advancing to the pursuit. No time was now

to be lost. Our hope was, at best, a forlorn one, but we had none

other. It was very doubtful whether, with the utmost exertion, we could

get back in time to anticipate them in taking possession of the canoe;

but yet there was a chance that we could. We might save ourselves if we

succeeded, while not to make the attempt was to resign ourselves to

inevitable butchery.

The canoe was modelled with the bow and stern alike, and, in place of

turning it round, we merely changed our position in paddling. As soon

as the savages perceived this they redoubled their yells, as well as

their speed, and approached with inconceivable rapidity. We pulled,

however, with all the energy of desperation, and arrived at the

contested point before more than one of the natives had attained it.

This man paid dearly for his superior agility, Peters shooting him

through the head with a pistol as he approached the shore. The foremost

among the rest of his party were probably some twenty or thirty paces

distant as we seized upon the canoe. We at first endeavoured to pull

her into the deep water, beyond the reach of the savages, but, finding

her too firmly aground, and there being no time to spare, Peters, with

one or two heavy strokes from the butt of the musket, succeeded in

dashing out a large portion of the bow and of one side. We then pushed

off. Two of the natives by this time had got hold of our boat,

obstinately refusing to let go, until we were forced to despatch them

with our knives. We were now clear off, and making great way out to

sea. The main body of the savages, upon reaching the broken canoe, set

up the most tremendous yell of rage and disappointment conceivable. In

truth, from everything I could see of these wretches, they appeared to

be the most wicked, hypocritical, vindictive, bloodthirsty, and

altogether fiendish race of men upon the face of the globe. It is clear

we should have had no mercy had we fallen into their hands. They made a

mad attempt at following us in the fractured canoe, but, finding it

useless, again vented their rage in a series of hideous vociferations,

and rushed up into the hills.

We were thus relieved from immediate danger, but our situation was

still sufficiently gloomy. We knew that four canoes of the kind we had

were at one time in the possession of the savages, and were not aware

of the fact (afterward ascertained from our captive) that two of these

had been blown to pieces in the explosion of the Jane Guy. We

calculated, therefore, upon being yet pursued, as soon as our enemies

could get round to the bay (distant about three miles) where the boats

were usually laid up. Fearing this, we made every exertion to leave the

island behind us, and went rapidly through the water, forcing the

prisoner to take a paddle. In about half an hour, when we had gained,

probably, five or six miles to the southward, a large fleet of the

flat-bottomed canoes or rafts was seen to emerge from the bay,

evidently with the design of pursuit. Presently they put back,

despairing to overtake us.

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