I could not prevail upon Mrs Reichardt to embark in my craft, the fate
of my first passenger, which she had witnessed from the shore, had
deterred her from attempting a voyage under such unpromising
circumstances.
As soon as I had dried my clothes, I was for making another experiment,
and one too of a more hazardous nature. I would not be parted from
Nero, but I made him lie at the bottom of the boat, where I could have
him under strict control. With him I also took my little flock of
gannets, who perched themselves round me, gazing about them with an air
of such singular stupidity as they were being propelled through the
water, that I could not help bursting out laughing.
"Indeed," said Mrs Reichardt, "such a boat's crew and such a boat had
never been seen in those seas before. A young Savage as captain, a tame
seal as boatswain, and a flock of gannets as sailors, certainly made up
as curious a set of adventurers as ever floated upon the wide ocean."
I was not the least remarkable of the strange group, for I had nothing
on but a pair of duck trousers, patched in several places; and my hair,
which had grown very long, hung in black wavy masses to my shoulders.
My skin was tanned by the sun to a light brown, very different from the
complexion of Mrs Reichardt, which had ever been remarkable for its
paleness. Indeed she told me I should find some difficulty in
establishing my claim to the title of European, but none at all to that
of Little Savage, which she often playfully called me.
Nevertheless, in this trim, and with these companions, I passed out of
the fishing-pool into the sea, with the intention of rowing round the
island. Mrs Reichardt waved her hand as I departed on my voyage,
having exhorted me to be very careful, as long as I was in hearing; she
then turned away, as I thought, to return to the hut.
The day was remarkably fine. There was not so much as a cloud on the
horizon, and scarcely a ripple on the water: therefore, everything
seemed to favour my project, for if there had been anything of a breeze,
the beating of the waves against the rock would have been a great
obstacle to my pursuing my voyage with either comfort or safety. The
water too was so clear, that although it was of great depth, I could
distinguish the shells that lay on the sand, and observe various kinds
of fish, some of most curious shape, that rushed rapidly beneath the
boat as it was urged along.
I was delighted with the motion, and with the agreeable appearance of
the different novelties that met my gaze. The light boat glided almost
imperceptibly through the water at every stroke of the oar. Nero lay as
still as if his former lesson had taught him the necessity of remaining
motionless; and the gannets now and then expressed their satisfaction by
a shrill cry or a rapid fluttering of their wings.
In this way, we passed on without any adventure, till I found it
necessary for me to row some distance out to sea, to round a projecting
rock that stood like a mighty wall before me. I pulled accordingly, and
then had a better opportunity of seeing the island than I had ever
obtained. I recognised all the favourite places--the ravine, the wood,
the hut covered with beautiful creepers, and the garden, full of
flowers, looked very agreeable to the eye: but every part seemed to look
pleasant, except the great savage rocks which inclosed the island on
every side: but even these I thought had an air of grandeur that gave
additional effect to the scene.
Much to my surprise, I recognised Mrs Reichardt walking rapidly towards
a part of the shore, near which I should be obliged to pass. From this
I saw that she was intent on watching me from point to point, to know
the worst, if any accident should befall me, and be at hand should there
be a necessity for rendering assistance. I shouted to her, and she
waved her hand in reply.
On rounding the headland, my astonishment was extreme on finding my
little bark in the midst of a shoal of enormous sharks. If I came in
contact with one of them, I was lost, for the frail boat would certainly
be upset, and as Jackson had assured me, if ever I allowed these
monsters to come near enough, one snap of their jaws, and there would be
an end of the Little Savage. I thought of the warning of Mrs
Reichardt, and was inclined to think I had better have taken her advice,
and remained in the fishing-pool; nevertheless, I went on as quietly and
deliberately as possible, exercising all my skill to keep clear of my
unexpected enemies.
It was not till I had got into the middle of the shoal, that the sharks
seemed to be aware there was anything unusual in their neighbourhood;
but as soon as they were fully aware of the presence of an intruder,
they exhibited the most extraordinary excitement, rushing together in
groups, with such rapid motion, that the water became so agitated, I was
obliged to exercise all my skill to keep the boat steady on her course.
They dived, and rushed to and fro, and jostled each other, as I thought,
in anything but an amicable spirit; still, however, keeping at a
respectful distance from the boat, for which I was extremely thankful.
I urged her on with all my strength, for the purpose of getting away
from such unpleasant neighbours; but they were not to be so easily
disposed of. They came swimming after the boat, then when within a few
yards dived, and in a moment they were before it, as if to bar any
further progress.
I however pushed on, and they disappeared, but immediately afterwards
rose on all sides of me. They were evidently getting more confidence; a
fact I ascertained with no slight apprehension, for they began to
approach nearer, and their gambols threatened every minute to overwhelm
my poor craft, that, light as a cork, bounced up and down the agitated
waves, as if quite as much alarmed for our safety as ourselves.
The captain was not the only one who began to fear evil; the gannets
were very restless, and it was only by strong admonitions I could
prevail on Nero to retain his recumbent attitude at my feet; their
instinct warned them of approaching danger, and I felt the comfortable
assurance that my own rashness had brought me into my present critical
position, and that if the menaced destruction did arrive, there was no
sort of assistance at hand on which I could rely.
Every moment the sharks became more violent in their demonstrations, and
more bold in their approaches, and I could scarcely keep the boat going,
or prevent the water rushing over her sides. The gannets having shown
themselves for some minutes uneasy, had at last flown away to the
neighbouring rock, and Nero began to growl and snap, as though
meditating a forcible release from his prostrate position, to see what
mischief was brewing.
As I was coaxing him to be quiet, I felt a tremendous blow given to the
boat, evidently from beneath, and she rose into the air several yards,
scattering Nero and myself, and the oars, in different directions.
The noise we made in falling, appeared for the instant to have scattered
the creatures, for I had struck out for the rock and nearly reached it
before a shark made its appearance.
Just then I saw a large monster rushing towards me. I thought all was
over. He turned to open his great jaws, and in another instant I should
have been devoured.
At that critical period I saw a second object dart in between me and the
shark, and attack the latter fiercely. It was Nero, and it was the last
I ever saw of my faithful friend. His timely interposition enabled me
to reach a ledge in the cliff, where I was in perfect safety, hanging by
some strong seaweed, although my feet nearly touched the water, and I
could retain my position only with the greatest difficulty.
The whole shoal were presently around me. They at first paid their
attentions to the boat and the oars, which they buffeted about till they
were driven close to the rock, at a little distance from the place where
I had found temporary safety. They left these things unharmed as soon
as they caught sight of me, and then their eagerness and violence
returned with tenfold fury. They darted towards me in a body, and I was
obliged to lift my legs, or I should have had them snapped off by one or
other of the twenty gaping jaws that were thrust over each other, in
their eagerness to make a mouthful of my limbs.
This game was carried on for some minutes of horrible anxiety to me. I
fancied that my struggles had loosened the seaweed, and that in a few
minutes it must give way, and I should then be fought for and torn to
pieces by the ravenous crew beneath. I shouted with all the strength of
my lungs to scare them away; but as if they were as well aware that I
could not escape them as I was myself, they merely left off their
violent efforts to reach my projecting legs, and forming a semicircle
round me, watched with upturned eyes, that seemed to possess a fiendish
expression that fascinated and bewildered me, the snapping of the frail
hold that supported me upon the rock.
In my despair I prayed heartily, but it was rather to commend my soul to
my Maker, than with any prospect of being rescued from so imminent and
horrible a peril. The eyes of the ravenous monsters below seemed to
mock my devotion. I felt the roots of the seaweed giving way: the
slightest struggle on my part would, I knew, only hasten my dissolution,
and I resigned myself to my fate.
In this awful moment I heard a voice calling out my name. It was Mrs
Reichardt on the cliff high above me. I answered with all the eagerness
of despair. Then there came a heavy splash into the water, and I heard
her implore me to endeavour to make for a small shrub that grew in a
hollow of the rock, at a very short distance from the tuft of seaweed
that had become so serviceable.
I looked down. The sharks had all disappeared; I knew, however, that
they would shortly return, and lost not a moment in making an effort to
better my position in the manner I had been directed. Mrs Reichardt
had thrown a heavy stone into the water among the sharks, the loud
splash of which had driven them away. Before they again made their
appearance, I had caught a firm hold of the twig, and flung myself up
into a position of perfect safety.
"Thank God he's safe!" I heard Mrs Reichardt exclaim.
The sharks did return; but when they found their anticipated prey had
escaped, they swam lazily out to sea.
"Are you much hurt, Frank Henniker?" she presently cried out to me.
"I have not a scratch," I replied.
"Then thank God for your deliverance," she added.
I did thank God, and Mrs Reichardt joined with me in prayer, and a more
fervent thanksgiving than was ours, it is scarcely possible to imagine.