AFLOAT AGAIN
"There will be no occasion to keep watch to-night, Dinah."
"Not in de least, sah; de water six feet deep, no one could get in."
As talking was out of the question, the party lay down to sleep soon
after they had finished their meal. It was some time, however, before
Nat closed his eyes. It seemed to him that as soon as the storm was
over, and the water low enough for them to pass up the ravine, no time
should be lost in attempting to make their way down into the town. The
troops would no doubt set out again as soon as possible, and a battle
might be fought before nightfall. That the negroes would be beaten he
had no doubt, and in that case other parties of fugitives might make for
the cave. It was likely that, until the battle was fought, there would
be but few negroes in the forest; those who had remained there during
the storm would go down into the full glare of the sun to dry and warm
themselves.
Doubtless, too, Francois, the negro leader, would have sent messengers
off as soon as he arrived, ordering all able-bodied men in the
plantations for miles round to come in to take part in the battle, and
their chances of meeting with any foes as they descended to the plain
would be slight. It would undoubtedly be a serious matter to carry
Madame Duchesne for so long a distance; for they had ever since leaving
the plantation been going farther away from the town, and he calculated
that it must be at least twenty-five miles distant. He did not think
that it would be possible to do the journey in a day; but once down on
the plains they might find some building intact, in which they could
obtain shelter for the night. At last he fell off to sleep.
When he awoke the din outside had ceased, and the silence seemed almost
oppressive. He got up, pushed aside the blanket, and looked out. The
stars were shining, and the wind had entirely lulled. The bottom of the
ravine was still full of water, but he felt sure that this would
speedily drop; for the depression above the gorge was not an extensive
one, and the water that fell there would speedily find its way down. He
lit a fresh candle and placed it in the lantern, as the last, which had
been renewed by Dinah early in the night, was burning low. He pulled
down the blanket, for although the air was fresh and cool at the
entrance, the cave was oppressively warm. It was two hours before day
began to break; by this time the torrent had subsided and the stream ran
in its former course, and it was clear that in another hour it would be
possible to make their way along by the side. As he was turning to go
in, Dinah joined him.
"I tink, Marse Glober, de sooner we go de better."
"That is just what I have been thinking. There are not likely to be many
of the slaves about in the wood to-day; you see a number of trees have
blown down from above, and just below, the ravine is almost choked with
them."
"No, sah, many will be killed in the forest, and de rest frighted 'most
out of der lives. If de whites come out and fight to-day, and de black
fellows are beaten, all dose who know of dis place suah to come to hide
here."
"That was just my idea."
"How your side, sah?"
"It seems rather stiff and sore, Dinah. However, that can't be helped.
That sash you made me will come in very handy for carrying madame, and
we sha'n't have the weight of the other things we brought up. I am
afraid it will be impossible to do the journey in one day, but I dare
say we shall light upon a shelter down on the plains."
"Yes, sah. Me put de pot on de fire at once, and as soon as we hab
breakfast we make a start; but before we go me must stain you all
again--got glenty ob berries left."
Madame Duchesne had already been consulted. She would much rather have
remained until strong enough to walk, but on her old nurse's showing her
that it would be at least a fortnight before she could walk even a mile,
and pointing out the danger there was in delay, she agreed to start
whenever they thought fit. The jewels were placed in Dinah's capacious
pocket, as, if they fell in with any strong party of negroes, she would
be less likely to be searched than the others. In an hour all the
preparations were completed; one pistol was given to Madame Duchesne and
another to her daughter. Dinah took charge of a brace, and Nat wore the
other two brace in his sash. He still wore his uniform under his nankeen
suit, and his naval cap was in the bundle that formed Madame Duchesne's
pillow. She lay down on the hand-barrow, all the blankets being placed
under her, with the exception of one which was thrown over her, and she
was let down the precipice in the same way as she had been brought up.
Dinah this time followed Nat's example, and used one of the mulattoes'
sashes as a yoke to take the weight off her arms. Madame Duchesne was
placed as far forward on the barrow as possible, so as to divide the
weight more equally between her bearers. On raising her, Nat found to
his satisfaction that it hurt him but little. In the week that had
elapsed since she was seized with the fever, Madame Duchesne had lost a
good deal of weight, the store of provisions had, too, greatly
diminished, and the sash took so much of the weight off his arms, that
as he walked in a perfectly erect position there was little strain
thrown upon the broken bone. It was only when he came to a rough place
and had to step very carefully that he really felt his wounds. Myra
looked anxiously at him from time to time.
"I am getting on capitally," he said. "Do not worry about me; at present
I scarcely feel that unfortunate rib."
"Mind, if you do feel it, Nat, you must give up. Dinah will take your
place, and I will take hers. I am sure that I can carry that end very
well for a time."
"I will let you know when I want a change," Nat said. "Now, you go on
ahead, and as soon as we get out of this hollow use your eyes sharply."
They saw no one going up the valley or crossing the open ground. When,
however, they entered the forest on the other slope, they saw for the
first time how terrible had been the force of the hurricane. In some
places over acres of ground every tree had fallen, in others the taller
trees only had been levelled or snapped off, while others again had
boughs wrenched off, and the ground was thickly strewn with fallen
branches. All this added greatly to the fatigue of travelling. Detours
had to be constantly made, and the journey down took them double the
time that had been occupied in the ascent. When approaching the road
they had to cross, they sat down and rested for half an hour.
"You are looking very white, Nat," Myra said; "I am afraid that your
side is hurting you terribly."
"It certainly hurts a bit, Myra, but it is of no consequence. It was
going on very well until I stumbled over a fallen branch that gave it
rather a twist."
"You let me bandage 'im again, Marse Glober. We will go off and set dis
matter right."
When a short distance away Nat stripped to the waist. Myra had done her
best, but the old nurse possessed considerable skill in such matters,
and strength enough to draw the bandage much tighter than she had done.
"Better make it a bit longer," she said, and taking a pair of scissors
from her pocket cut off a strip some fifteen inches wide from her ample
petticoat, and wound this tightly round the other bandage. "Dere, sah,
dat make you 'tiff and comf'able."
"It does make me stiff," Nat said with a smile; "I almost feel as if I
had got a band of iron round me. Thank you; I shall do very well now."
The old nurse dressed him carefully again, and they rejoined the others.
"That is ever so much better," Nat said to Myra; "the bandage had
shifted a little, and Dinah has put it on fresh again, and added a strip
of her own petticoat."
The journey was then resumed, and, with an occasional halt, continued
until late in the afternoon, by which time they were well down on the
plain. During the latter part of the day they had heard at first
scattered shots and then a roar of musketry about a couple of miles on
their right. It continued for half an hour, and then the heavy firing
ceased; but musket shots could be heard occasionally, and higher up on
the hill than before.
"The negroes have been beaten," Nat said, "and our men are pursuing
them. Perhaps they will make another stand at the point where the road
runs between two steep banks."
This indeed seemed to be the case, for half an hour later a heavy fire
broke out again. It was but for a short time--in ten minutes it died
away, and no further sound was heard. Darkness was now falling, and they
presently arrived at some buildings that had been left standing. They
were storehouses, and had not been fired at the time when the planter's
house was burned, but had probably been used by the negroes as a
barrack, until the advance of the troops on the previous day had
compelled them to take a hasty flight. The litter was now laid on the
ground. Madame Duchesne had dozed off many times during the day, and was
now wide awake.
"Are you going to light a fire, Dinah?"
"No, madame; Marse Glober and me tink it too dangerous. Not likely any
ob dese black fellows 'bout, but dere might be some hiding, best to be
careful. We hab a cold chicken to eat, and dere is some chicken jelly in
de lillie pot for you, and we hab bread, so no need for fire to cook,
and sartin no need for him afterward, we all sleep first-rate. Madame
not heaby, but road bery rough, and little weight tell up by end ob de
day. Dinah getting ole woman, Marse Glober got rib broken--both bery
glad when journey done. Mamzelle she tired too; twelve mile ober rough
ground a long journey for her."
"My feet ache a little," Myra said, "but otherwise I do not feel tired.
I felt quite ashamed of myself walking along all day carrying nothing,
instead of taking turns with you."
There was but little talking as they ate their meal in the darkness.
Neither Nat nor the old nurse had said a word as to their feelings as
they walked, but both felt completely exhausted, and it was not many
minutes after they had finished their supper before they were sound
asleep. At daybreak they were on their feet again, feeling better after
the long night's rest, and happy at the thought that this day's walk
would take them to home and safety. Nat now threw off his disguise,
placed his cap upon his head, and appeared as a British officer, though
certainly one of considerably darker complexion than was common; but he
thought there was less danger now from slaves than from parties of
maddened whites, who had been out to their former homes and might shoot
any negroes they came upon without waiting to ask questions. Myra also
discarded the negro gown.
"I think that I looked more respectable in that," she said with a laugh,
"than in this draggled white frock."
"It has not been improved, certainly, by its week's wear, Myra; but just
at the present moment no one will be thinking of dresses. Now let us be
off. We shall be on the road soon, and in an hour or two will be in the
town."
[Illustration: THE JOURNEY TO THE COAST.]
It seemed easy work after the toil of the previous day. They bore to the
right until they fell into the main road, both because it would be
safer, and because Nat hoped that he might meet someone who could inform
Monsieur Duchesne--who he had no doubt would have gone out with the
column--that his wife and daughter were in safety, and that he would
find them at his house in the town. They had, indeed, gone but a
short distance along the road when four men on horseback galloped up.
They drew rein suddenly as they met the little party, astonished to see,
as they thought, a mulatto girl in front, a negro woman carrying a
litter on which was another mulatto woman, and which was carried behind
by a young mulatto in the uniform of a British naval officer. Had they
met them out in the country they would probably not have troubled to ask
questions, but, travelling as they were along the road towards the town,
and from the direction where the column had been fighting, it was
evident that there must be some mystery about it.
"Who are you?" one of them asked Nat in a rough tone.
"I am an officer of his Britannic Majesty's frigate _Orpheus_, at
present, I believe, in the port; this lady on the stretcher is Madame
Duchesne; this young lady is her daughter, Mademoiselle Myra Duchesne;
this negress, the faithful nurse of the two ladies, has saved their
lives at the risk of her own."
One of the horsemen leapt from his saddle.
"Pardon me for not recognizing you, mademoiselle," he said to Myra,
lifting his straw-hat; "but the change that you have made in your
complexion must be my excuse for my not having done so. I trust that
madame, your mother, is not seriously ill."
"She has been very ill, Monsieur Ponson," she replied. "She has just
recovered from an attack of fever, but is very weak indeed."
"I saw your father three days ago. He had then just received your
message saying that you were in safe hiding. He was, of course, in a
state of the greatest delight. He went out with the troops yesterday."
"If you see him, sir, will you be kind enough to tell him that you have
met us, and that he will find us at his house in town?"
"I will certainly find him out as soon as I reach the troops. Is there
anything else that I can do?"
"Nothing, thank you, sir. Is there, Nat?"
"No, unless one of the gentlemen would ride back with us, so as to
prevent us from being stopped by every party we meet and having to
explain who we are."
"I will do so, sir," the youngest of the horsemen said. "I dare say I
shall be able to join our friends at the front before there is any more
fighting, for the messenger who came in yesterday evening brought the
news that the blacks had been so completely defeated, that it was
thought likely they would make straight off into the mountains in the
interior."
"Thank you very much, sir; it will be a great comfort to us to go
straight on. We are anxious to get Madame Duchesne into shelter before
the sun gets to its full power. My name is Glover. May I ask yours?"
"It is Laurent."
The other three horsemen, after raising their hats in salute, had now
ridden on.
"How did you get on through the hurricane, Monsieur Glover?"
"We scarce felt it. We were in a cave with a very small entrance, and
after the first outburst slept through it in comfort."
"It is more than any of us did in the town," the other said with a
laugh. "It was tremendous. I should say that half the houses were
unroofed, and in the poor quarters many of the huts were blown down, and
upwards of twenty negroes were killed."
"Do you think, Monsieur Laurent," Myra said, moving across to him, "that
we are likely to meet any people on foot whom we could hire?"
"No, I hardly think so, mademoiselle. All the gentlemen in the town who
could get away rode out with the troops, and the rest of the whites are
patrolling the streets armed, lest the negroes employed in the work of
the port should rise during the absence of the troops. Why do you ask,
mademoiselle?"
"Because Monsieur Glover had a rib broken by a pistol-ball the day
before yesterday, and I am sure it hurts him very much to carry my
mother."
The young man leapt from his horse.
"Monsieur," he exclaimed, "pray take my horse. I will assist in carrying
Madame Duchesne."
"I do not like"--Nat began, but his remonstrance was unheeded.
"But I insist, monsieur. Please take the reins. You can walk by the side
of the horse or mount him, whichever you think will be the more easy for
you."
So saying, he gently possessed himself of the handles of the litter,
placed the sash over his shoulders, and started. It was indeed an
immense relief to Nat. The rough work of the preceding day had caused
the ends of the bone to grate, and had set up a great deal of
inflammation. He had been suffering acutely since he started, in spite
of the support of the bandage, and he had more than once thought that he
would be obliged to ask Myra to take his place. He did not attempt to
mount in the young Frenchman's saddle, for he thought that the motion of
the horse would be worse for him than walking; he therefore took the
reins in his hand, and walked at the horse's head behind the litter. The
pain was less now that he was relieved of the load, but he still
suffered a great deal, and he kept in the rear behind the others, while
Myra chatted with Monsieur Laurent, learning from him what had happened
in the town, and giving him a sketch of their adventures. As they passed
the house of Madame Duchesne's sister, the invalid said that she would
be taken in there, as she had heard from Monsieur Laurent that their
own house was partially unroofed. Myra ran in to see her aunt, who came
out with her at once.
"Ah, my dear sister," she cried, "how we have suffered! We had no hope
that you had escaped until your husband brought us the joyful news three
days ago that you were still in safety. Come in, come in! I am more glad
than ever that our house escaped without much damage from the storm."
Although the house was intact, the garden was a wreck. The drive up to
the house was blocked by fallen trees, most of the plants seemed to have
been torn up by the roots and blown away, the lawn was strewn with huge
branches.
Two of the house servants had now come out and relieved those carrying
the litter.
"Ah, Monsieur Glover," continued Madame Duchesne's sister, "once again
you have saved my niece; my sister also this time! Of course you will
come in too."
"Thanks, madame, but if you will allow me I will go straight on board my
ship. I am wounded, though in no way seriously. Still, I shall require
some medical care, for I have a rib broken, and the journey down has not
improved it."
"In that case I will not press you, monsieur. Dr. Lepel has gone out
with the column, and may not be back for some days."
"Good-bye, Madame Duchesne!" Nat said, shaking the thin hand she held
out to him. "I will come and see you soon, and hope to find you up by
that time. Now that your anxiety is at an end you ought to gain strength
rapidly."
"May Heaven bless you," she said, "for your goodness to us!"
"That is all right," he said cheerfully. "You see, I was saving my own
life as well as yours; and it is to you, Dinah," he said, turning and
shaking her hand, "it is to you that we really all owe our lives. First
you warned us in time, then you took us to a place of safety, and have
since got us food and news, and risked your own life in doing so.
"Good-bye, Myra; I hope that when I see you again you will have got that
dye off your face, and that you will be none the worse for what you have
gone through."
The girl's lip quivered.
"Good-bye, Nat. I do so hope your wound will soon heal."
"You are fortunate, indeed, in having escaped," Monsieur Laurent said as
they turned away. "From all we hear, I fear that very few of the whites,
except in plantations quite near the towns, have escaped. It is strange
that the house servants, who in most cases have been all their lives
with their masters and mistresses, and who have almost always been
treated as kindly as if they were members of the family, should not have
warned them of what was coming."
"I should think that very few of them knew," Nat replied. "They were
known to be attached to their masters and mistresses, and would hardly
have been trusted by the others. I cannot think so badly of human nature
as to believe that a people who have been so long in close connection
with their masters should, in almost every case, have kept silent when
they knew that there was a plot to massacre them."
"Well, I will say good-morning," Monsieur Laurent said. "I want to be
back with the troops. I was detained yesterday, to my great disgust, to
see to the getting-off of a freight, and I should not like to miss
another chance of paying some of the scoundrels off."
Nat made his way slowly and carefully--for the slightest movement gave
him great pain--to the wharf. One of the frigate's boats was ashore. The
coxswain looked at him with surprise as he went down the steps to it.
"Well, I'm jiggered," the man muttered, "if it ain't Mr. Glover!" Then
he said aloud: "Glad to see you back, sir. The ship's crew were all glad
when they heard the other day that the news had come as how you were
safe, for we had all been afraid you had been murdered by them niggers.
You are looking mighty queer, sir, if I may say so."
"My face is stained to make me look like a mulatto. Whom are you waiting
for?"
"For Mr. Normandy."
"Well, how long do you expect he will be?"
"I can't say, sir. It is about a quarter of an hour since he landed, and
he said he would be back in half an hour; but officers are generally
longer than they expect."
"Well it won't take you above ten minutes to row off to the ship and
back. I will take the blame if he comes down before that. I have been
wounded, not badly, but it is very painful. I want to get it properly
dressed."
"All right, sir, we will get you on board in no time."
"Give me your arm. I must get in carefully."
The men stretched to their oars, and in five minutes Nat was alongside
the _Orpheus_. He had heard, as he expected, that Dr. Bemish had gone
with the party that had been landed, but his assistant was on board. The
first lieutenant was on deck. He saw by Nat's walk as he went up to
report his return that something was the matter.
"Are you ill or wounded, Mr Glover?"
"I am wounded, sir. I had a rib broken by a pistol-ball, and I have had
a long journey, which has inflamed it a good deal."
"Go down at once and have it seen to; you can tell me your story
afterwards. Have the ladies who were with you got safely down also?"
"Yes, sir."
The lieutenant nodded, and Nat then went below and placed himself in the
hands of the assistant surgeon.
"My word, Glover, you have got your wound into a state!" the latter said
after he had examined him. "What on earth have you been doing to it? It
seems to have been a pretty clean break at first, and it wouldn't have
bothered you above three weeks or so, but the ends have evidently been
sawing away into the flesh. Why, man alive, what have you been doing?"
"I have been helping to carry a sick woman down from the hills," Nat
said quietly. "If it had been level ground it would not have hurt so
much, but on rough ground strewn with branches one could not avoid
stumbling occasionally, and although it had been bandaged before I
started the wad slipped and the thing got loose, and after that it was
like walking with a red-hot needle sticking into me."
"So I should say. Well, I will put you into a berth in the sick-bay at
once. Fortunately we have some ice on board and I will put some of it on
the wound and try to get the inflammation down."
In a short time he returned with a basin of ice and a jugful of iced
lime-juice. Nat took a long drink, and then turned so that the ice could
be applied to the wound.
"You must keep yourself as still as you can. I sha'n't attempt to
bandage you at present, there is really nothing to be done till we have
got the inflammation down."
"I will lie quiet as long as I am awake, but I cannot answer for myself
if I go off to sleep, which will not be long, for I am as tired as a
dog. To-day's walk would have been nothing if I had been all right, it
was the pain that wore me out."
"I don't suppose you will move. You may be sure that that rib will act
like an alarm, and give you warning at once if you stir in the
slightest."
Having seen Nat comfortable, the young surgeon went up on deck.
"How do you find Mr. Glover?" the first lieutenant asked. "He says that
it is only a broken rib."
"Well, sir, it was only a broken rib at first, now it is a broken rib
with acute inflammation round it. There is a flesh wound about four
inches long where the bullet struck, broke the rib, ran along it, and
went out behind. That would not have been anything if he had kept quiet;
as it is, it is as angry as you could want to see a wound. But that is
not the worst, the two ends of the bone have been rubbing against each
other with enough movement to lacerate the flesh, with the natural
result that a wonderful amount of inflammation has been set up round
it."
"But how did he manage it?"
"It seems, sir, that he has been carrying, or helping to carry, a sick
woman down from the mountains, and he says the ground was very rough and
strewn with boughs, so that one can understand that he got some terrible
shakes and jolts, which would quite account for the state of his
wounds."
"I should think so. When Monsieur Duchesne came off with the news that
his wife was safely hidden, and that Glover was with her, he said that
his daughter, who had written the note, reported that her mother was
ill. No wonder he has got his wound in such a state if he has, as you
say, aided to carry her down all that distance. He must have had a brush
with the negroes."
"That must have been before he started, sir; for he said that the
bandage shifted, so his wound must have been bound up before he set
out."
"It was a gallant thing for a lad to undertake--a most gallant action!
Why, it must have been torture to him."
"It must indeed, sir."
"He is not in any danger, I hope?"
"Not unless fever intervenes, sir. No doubt with rest and quiet and the
use of ice we shall succeed in reducing the inflammation; but it is
likely enough that fever may set in, and if so there is no saying how it
may go. I shall be glad to have Doctor Bemish back again to take the
responsibility off my hands."
Late that afternoon Monsieur Duchesne came on board to thank Nat. He was
not allowed to see him, as the doctor said that absolute quiet was
indispensable. He had had a full account from Myra of the adventures
through which the little party had gone, and he retailed this to the
lieutenant and doctor in the ward-room.
"A most gallant business altogether," the first lieutenant said when he
had finished, "and certainly the most gallant part of it was undertaking
to carry Madame Duchesne when practically disabled. But I can
understand, as you say, that directly the negroes were defeated by the
force that went out against them, some of them would have made for that
cave, and it was therefore absolutely necessary to get away before they
came. However, I hope that we need not be anxious about him; he has gone
through three or four scrapes, any of which might have been fatal. There
was that fight with the dog; then he was in the thick of that business
with the pirates, and was blown up by the explosion, and half his crew
killed. He has had some marvellous escapes, and I think we may feel very
hopeful that he will get over this without serious trouble. It was lucky
indeed his finding your family jewels on two of those scoundrels that he
shot."
"It would have been a great loss, but it is such a little thing in
comparison to the saving of my wife and daughter, that I have scarcely
given it a thought. I shall do myself the pleasure of calling again
to-morrow morning to know how he is."
"Do so, monsieur; you will probably find Captain Crosbie here. I had a
note from him an hour ago, saying that he was returning, and would be
here by eight o'clock. The negroes having been defeated, and the safety
of the town being ensured for a while, he does not consider that he
would be justified in joining in the pursuit of the blacks among the
hills."
Nat was not aware of the return of the landing-party until the next
morning, when on opening his eyes he saw Dr. Bemish by his side.
"You young scamp," the latter said, shaking his finger at him, "you seem
determined to be a permanent patient. As soon as you recover from one
injury you are laid up with another. So here you are again."
"It is only a trifle this time, doctor."
"Umph, I am not so sure about that. Macfarlane tells me that, not
content with getting a rib broken, you go about carrying one end of a
stretcher with a woman on it across ground where it was difficult, if
not impossible, to move without ricking and hurting yourself. So that
not only have you set up a tremendous amount of inflammation round the
wound, but you have so worn the ends of the bone that they will take
three times as long knitting together as they would have done had they
been left alone."
"I am afraid that is all true, doctor," Nat replied with a smile; "but,
you see, I thought it better to run the risk of inflammation, and even
this terrible rubbing of the end of the bones you speak of, than of
being caught by these fiendish negroes, and put to death by the hideous
tortures with which they have in many cases slowly murdered those who
fell into their hands."
"It must have hurt you badly," Dr. Bemish said, as, after removing the
dressing that had, late the evening before, been substituted for the
ice, he examined the wound.
"It did hurt a bit, doctor, but as four lives depended upon my being
able to hold on, there was nothing for it but to set one's teeth hard
and keep at it. How does it look this morning?"
"What do you think, Macfarlane? you can form a better opinion than I
can, as I have not seen it before."
"The inflammation seems to have abated a good deal."
"In any case we will syringe the wound thoroughly with warm water. There
are doubtless some particles of bone in it, and until these are got rid
of we can't hope that it will heal properly. I will get that large
magnifying-glass from my cabin."
For half an hour the wound was fomented and washed.
"As far as I can see it is perfectly clean now," Dr. Bemish said, after
carefully examining it with the glass. "We will put a compress on, with
a wet cloth over it, which must be damped with iced water every
half-hour. When we quite get the inflammation down, Glover, which will,
I hope, be in two or three days, we will bandage it tightly, and I will
buy you a pair of stays on shore, and lace you up so that there shall be
no chance of your performing any more pranks with it, and then I fancy
you will be able to come up on deck, if you will promise to keep
yourself quiet there."
"Well, that is better than I expected, doctor."
"Have you any message to send to your friends? because I am going ashore
now to see them. Monsieur Duchesne was off yesterday afternoon, but
Macfarlane very properly refused to let him see you."
"Tell him he can't see me for some days, doctor. I do so hate being made
a fuss over."
"I will keep him away for a day or two anyhow," the doctor laughed. "He
gave the ward-room a full history of your affair, so you won't have the
trouble of going over it again."
"That is a comfort," Nat growled. "How long is the _Orpheus_ likely to
stop here, doctor?"
"Ah, that is more than I can say! At any rate the captain will not leave
until he gets orders from Jamaica. The _AEolus_ has just come into port,
and the captain will send her off at once with despatches to the
admiral, saying what has taken place, and how he landed a force to
protect the town, and went out with a party to attack the insurgent
blacks. He will ask for instructions, as they have no French vessel of
war here, and the land force is insufficient to defend the place if
attacked in earnest, especially as there is a considerable negro
population who would probably rise and join the insurgents if these made
an assault upon the town. The general hope on board is that we shall get
orders to stay here, or at least to cruise on the coast. Now that we
have broken up that nest of pirates, things are likely to be dull here
for some time, though I have little doubt that ere very long we shall be
at war with the French. According to the last news, which arrived since
you left us, that National Assembly of theirs is going farther and
farther, and its proceedings are causing serious alarm throughout
Europe, for they are altogether subversive of the existing state of
things. It is to its measures that this terrible insurrection here is
due, and the first consequence of what is really a revolution in France
will be the loss of her most valuable colony. I suppose you have heard
that something like two thousand whites have been murdered. I have no
doubt that now they have recovered from the first shock, the French here
will take a terrible vengeance; but though they may kill a great number
of the negroes, I doubt if it will be possible to reduce half a million
blacks to submission, especially in an island like this, with mountain
ranges running through it where cannon would be absolutely useless, and
the negroes could shelter in the almost impenetrable forests that cover
a large portion of it."