TOM MEETS SOME STRANGERS ON WRECK REEF
When the Lady Alicia, after bruising and pounding her noisy way over the
sea for ten days, made Wreck Reef, and dropped anchor under the lee of
the one little islet enclosed within the wide sweep of many lines of
leaping surf, the ship's company were astonished to find the place
occupied--a boat was drawn high up on the beach, and five ragged fellows
were standing on the sand awaiting the landing of the people from the
brig. As soon as Captain Hawkins set foot ashore, one of them, who
appeared to be the leader, held out his hand, and in good English said
he was glad to see him. He and his comrades, he said, were the only
survivors of an Italian barque, the Generale Cialdini, which had run
ashore on the coast of New Guinea, and after great hardships they had
reached Wreck Reef some days before, and were now resting, on their way
to the mainland of Australia.
Old Sam eyed him critically for a moment or two, then said quietly--
'You want water and provisions, I suppose?'
The man nodded an eager assent; and indeed he and those with him
presented a wretched appearance, for their faces and bodies showed
traces of severe hardship.
'Very well,' said Hawkins, 'I'll give you both if you'll come alongside.
My boat's crew will lend you a hand to get your boat into the water
again.' Then he drew the man aside a little, and added, 'And look here
mister don't you spin me any more cuffers about that Italian barque and
New Guinea. I know where you come from right well and as my ship is on
Government service I ought to collar the lot of you and hand you over to
the Sydney police but I don't want to be bothered with you and there's
an end of it and what is more, I'll do what I can to help you'--here he
grinned humorously--'I'll even give you a passage back to New Caledonia
if you like. I am bound to Noumea.'
The stranger started back, his leathern-hued visage paled, and such a
despairing look came into his wild eyes, that old Sam was sorry for his
jest.
'There don't get scared I mean you no harm; but at the same time, for
reasons of my own I don't want your company here. Have you any idea of
what part of the coast of Australia you're going to?'
A sigh of relief broke from the man, then he answered in perfect
English--
'I will not try to deceive you. We escaped from Noumea thirty-eight
days ago, and reached this place a week since. I do not know what part
of the coast to steer for. A year ago a party of ten prisoners escaped,
and reached some place in Queensland safely; none of them were ever
brought back to Noumea. And we are prepared for death--better to die of
thirst on the ocean than live in such agony and despair.'
The old man nodded, then mused. 'Look here food and water I would give
you in any case but I'll tell you why I am so disposed to assist you.
When I was coming up the coast I picked up a boy lying on the beach he
was not able to tell me who he was or where he came from for two weeks
and then it was too late for me to land him at any settlement. Now we
want to send a letter to his father. Will you promise me to do your
best to try and get that letter forwarded? I'm not playing any game on
you you can see the boy and read the letter if you like when you come
off to the ship.'
'I swear to you that I will act honestly,' answered the convict, who was
trembling with excitement, 'I shall do my best. And now I, too, will be
open. When I and my comrades saw your vessel early this morning, we
planned to attempt to capture her if she anchored here, and had not too
many men on board. We thought she might be only a small schooner, with
not more than five or six men.'
'Thank you kindly mister. You've got the mug of a born pirate I must
say. However I bear you no ill-will and I'll trust you with that
letter. If you don't send it on you'll never have a day's luck in your
life and be the two ends and bight of a lyin' swab into the bargain.
Have you got a compass? No! Why didn't you steal one when you pirated
the boat? Might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb, sonny. Now
there's your boat ready; follow me off to the ship but don't come aboard
and I'll see that everything you want is passed down to you letter
included and I'll give you a boat compass as well. All you've got to do
is to steer due west till you sight the Great Barrier Reef which you
ought to do to-morrow night; then run the reef down southerly till you
come to the first opening--you will find plenty of boat passages--then
once you are inside steer west again for Cape Manifold which you'll see
thirty or forty miles away. Then follow the coast southerly again till
you come to the settlement in Keppel Bay. If you don't like landing
there you can go on to Port Curtis--there's a lot o' people there but I
don't think they will trouble to ask you many questions. A new gold
field has been discovered a little distance back from there. Like as
not you'll find half a dozen vessels lying there without crews so if you
don't care to go on to the gold fields you'll find you'll have no
trouble in getting a ship to take you away. But mind don't forget about
the letter.'
The convict's eyes glistened with pleasure, and his face worked. 'I
repeat that I will be true to the trust you are placing in me--I swear
that this letter shall reach the person for whom it is intended. I am
an escaped convict, and a few hours ago I was ready to turn pirate
rather than be taken back to New Caledonia. Why I am what I am, I
cannot now tell you, but I am not a criminal, that I swear to you--only
a despairing and desperate man on the verge of madness, through
unmerited suffering and wrong.'
He spoke these last words with such a passion and emphasis, that old Sam
was impressed.
'Well there's many a wrong done. But you ain't a Frenchman are you?'
'No, I am an American, and a seaman. But five years in a chain gang
have made me look as I look now.... Now, sir, I am ready to follow you.
But before you go, will you let me take your hand? It will be something
for me to remember. Come, sir, do not refuse me.'
The old seaman held out his hand. 'There you are mister; if that will
do you any good there it is.'
'It will, it _has_, sir. I shall never see you again, but I shall never
forget you. And some day it may be that you may hear the name of Henry
Casalle spoken--Henry Casalle, sentenced to transportation for life for
mutiny, and for the murder of the captain of the ship Amiral Jurien de
la Graviere; and as God is my witness, sir, I am an innocent and
unjustly condemned man.'
Hawkins looked at him keenly. 'If you are lyin' to me, you ought to be
struck dead in your tracks; but I don't believe you are. Now I'll get
aboard, and get the boy to write that letter.'
In ten minutes the energetic little man was on board the brig again, and
giving Mr. Collier orders to get some provisions and water ready. Then
he beckoned to Tom to come below.
'Tom my son you've got a longish head for a person of your age being an
infant in the eyes of the law. Now cock your ears and listen. Those
fellers who are comin' off in that boat are escaped convicts from New
Caledonia and I am giving them assistance to get to the mainland. The
leader of 'em seems to be honest enough--or else he's a flamin'
out-an'-out liar--and he's promised to see that your father gets a
letter if you give him one. Now don't start askin' questions I believe
the feller means to act all square and shipshape an' there's every
chance of your father getting the letter in another month or two. I'm
doing a disrespectful thing to the Government just on your account by
aidin' and abettin'--no more an' no less under any circumstances. But
I'll chance it anyway. So just you write.'
So Tom, beaming with joy at the opportunity, set to work, with the
skipper standing over him and dictating:--
'Brig Lady Alicia: Wreck Reef,
'Lat. 22 deg. 10' 25" S., Long. 155 deg. 30' E.
'MY DEAR FATHER,
'I was rescued by Captain Samuel Hawkins, of the brig Lady Alicia, bound
to the above and New Caledonia, and wish to state I have received every
comfort, she being on Government service and he desiring to present his
respects to you in every possible manner whatsoever, and to inform you
that for reasons not herein specified this letter may not reach you
owing to extraneous and futile circumstances. The master of the said
brig will use all and every promiscuous endeavour to forward me (the
said Thomas Wallis) to Australia by Her Majesty's ship Virago from
Noumea, should she as aforesaid be returning to Sydney previous to the
aforesaid brig Lady Alicia, also to inform you that clothing and all
such supernumaries shall be duly attended to on arrival at Noumea, where
Captain Samuel Hawkins is duly respected.
'Your affectionate Son,
'THOMAS WALLIS.'
'That'll do, Tom, that'll do. Put it in an envelope and address it to
your father, but don't close it, and be ready with it in ten minutes.
Steward get a gallon of rum and five pounds of tobacco for these
shipwrecked and distressed foreign seamen who are coming alongside and
bring it on deck to me and ask Mr. Collier for that boat compass in his
cabin.'
Poor Tom, too dazed and muddled to know what he was doing, was just
about to place his letter in the envelope, when the mate came below for
the compass. He showed what he had written to Collier, who could not
help laughing.
'Write another, Tom, as quick as you can, and enclose it. Otherwise I'm
afraid your poor father will think you have gone mad. Hurry up, Tom.
Tell your father that you are well, and that you are writing very
hurriedly, as a boat is waiting. And say that there is a chance of your
being able to get back to Australia by the Virago some time within six
months. Perhaps it will be as well to say nothing about these
Frenchmen--your letter might be opened, and might lead to the poor
wretches being captured by the Queensland police.'
Tom set to work with renewed vigour, and contrived to convey to his
father as nearly as possible all that had befallen him since that
direful day on Misty Head. Then he went up on deck with the letter.
The boat with the five 'shipwrecked and distressed foreign seamen' was
lying alongside, and old Sam was bustling up and down the poop, puffing
and grumbling about being delayed on Government service 'by a lot of
blessed foreigners.'
A large bag of biscuits, some tinned meats, and other provisions were
being passed down into the boat, and Tom stared with astonishment when
two of the sun-baked creatures thrust their hands into a sugar bag
containing raw potatoes, and began to eat them with the greatest zest
imaginable. Their leader stood quietly aft, holding the steer oar,
looking straight before him, and giving mono-syllabic orders to his crew
regarding the stowage of the water and provisions. Once only he looked
up and caught sight of Tom, who was standing just above him, letter in
hand; he pulled off his battered and blackened straw hat and bade him
good day in low tones, then turned again to watch his comrades. Brief
as was the glance which Tom had of the man's features, they seemed
somehow to be familiar to him--to remind him of just such another type
of face he had seen somewhere--the jet-black hair and eyebrows, and the
deep-set and somewhat stern-looking eyes beneath. Where had he seen
such a face before? Then he remembered--the captain of the Bandolier!
Yes, the resemblance was most striking, although the man before him was
not so tall, and his beard and moustache were short and stubbly. Tom
was too interested, however, in the men generally to let his mind dwell
on the peculiarity of the resemblance, and soon forgot all about it.
As soon as the convicts had stowed the boat properly, the leader looked
up at the master of the brig, and said in French, 'I am quite ready,
sir.'
'Well, here's the letter--it's not closed, you see.'
'I do not wish to read it, sir,' said the convict, 'therefore I beg you
to close it.'
'Oh, all right, just as you please. There, there it is. Now, is there
anything else I can do for you? No? Well, good-bye. Let go that line
there.'
The boat's painter was cast off, the steersman flung her clear of the
ship, the big lug sail was hoisted, and then, following the leader's
example, the rest of the wild-looking creatures stood up, waved their
hats and caps in farewell, and called out adieu. In ten minutes the
boat was slipping out of the lagoon into the long sweep of the ocean
swell, and then she was hauled up a point or two, and headed off
westward.
'Well, that's satisfactory,' said old Sam to the mate. 'It's a good job
we didn't get here a week sooner, and provide these coveys with a brand
new boat and gear worth three hundred pounds. Now let's get to work,
Mr. Collier and get her over the side. Tom my bantam d'ye want to have
a run ashore? There's any amount of crayfish out on the reef, and the
water is full of whopping blue gropers. Ask William Henry to give you
his fish-spear and you can prod it into one for our dinner.'
Highly delighted, Tom fled along the deck, secured the spear from the
Maori--who had taken a great liking to the boy--and was at once put
ashore, where, his mind now free from anxiety to a certain extent, he
revelled in the joys of chasing and spearing some splendid fish, for, as
the captain had said, the shoal water inside the reef was literally
swarming, not only with brilliant, blue-scaled gropers, but half a dozen
other kinds of fish. In less than an hour he had secured enough to last
the ship's company for a couple of days, and then burying them in the
sand, to protect them from the sun till the boat returned, he started
off to investigate some wreckage at the further end of the island. The
history of these time-worn timbers had been told him by old Sam--they
were the remains of the Porpoise and Cato, two Government vessels, lost
there August 3, 1815, and on one of which the gallant and ill-fated
Matthew Flinders was a passenger on his way to England, a third vessel,
the transport Bridgewater, sailing away, and leaving them to their fate.
In less than a week the shed was built, the boat safely housed, and a
flagstaff erected, and then the little islet was left to its loneliness
again, and the never-ceasing roar of the surf upon the network of reefs
and shoals which surrounded it, and once more the old brig's bluff bows
were dipping into the blue, as he braced up sharp for her long beat
against the trade wind to New Caledonia.
Thirteen days later she entered Noumea Harbour through the Dumbea Pass,
and there awaiting her was her Majesty's paddle-wheel steamer Virago,
Commander Bingham. As soon as possible the brig hauled alongside the
warship, and the blue-jackets were at work on the coal, whilst old Sam,
swelling with importance, and using the longest words he possibly could,
was relating the story of Tom's rescue to the captain and first
lieutenant; and presently Tom himself was sent for, and, dressed in a
best suit of the mate's clothes, three sizes too large for him, he soon
made his appearance. The captain and his officers treated him with much
kindness, made him stay to lunch, and got him to tell his story over
again. Offers of clothing were made to him on all sides, and a smile
went all round when old Sam, who was sweltering in a heavy frock-coat,
and wearing a brilliant green tie with a huge nugget of gold as a
scarf-pin, begged them 'on no account whatsoever to trouble,' as he was
going ashore with the young gentleman to buy him all that was needed,
'in order that he may be in a manner of speaking assimilated with the
proper conditions of irrefutable society without regard to expense on my
part, I being sure that his father will do the square thing with me.'
After lunch the commander told the master of the brig that the Virago
was not returning to Australia for another four or five months, when
another ship would be sent to relieve her in her surveying work among
the islands. 'I am sorry, Mr. Hawkins, that this is so. Nothing would
give me greater pleasure than to take your young friend to Sydney, but,
as you see, you will be there long before we are. I trust that the
letter he sent by those gentry you met at Wreck Reef will be delivered
safely. Oh, and by the way, you need not, of necessity, when reporting
that incident to the authorities here--er--er mention that you--er
imagined these men were escaped prisoners.'
Old Sam shut one eye. 'I've my log to show 'em. "Five men only
survivors of Italian barque Generale Cialdini wrecked on coast of Noo
Guinea, etsettery."'
The officer smiled. 'I see, I see, Mr. Hawkins. But you have behaved
very humanely--and wisely as well, in not letting them on board to mix
with your crew; it might have led to some unpleasantness here with the
authorities.'
Early on the following morning the Cyclope, an ancient-looking corvette,
arrived from Sydney with mails from France for the Governor and
garrison, and the commander of the Virago went ashore to lunch with the
captain at the Governor's house. When he returned, he sent for old Sam,
and said--
'Mr. Hawkins, I have something to tell you that will, I think, interest
you. The Governor had for three months been expecting the arrival of a
large vessel--a transport--with stores for the garrison and convicts.
She was despatched from Saigon, in Cochin China, nearly six months ago,
and now news has reached Sydney by an island trading vessel that a large
French ship was reported by some natives to have been lost on the coast
of New Britain, and all hands either drowned or murdered by the
inhabitants of a large village there. The Governor fears that this is
the missing transport, and is most anxious to ascertain the truth. He
has, however, no vessel available for such a long voyage--the Cyclope
cannot be spared, and there are but two very small schooners, neither of
which is fit for such a task, especially as the crew of the transport
may all be alive, and would have to be brought here. Now, he is most
anxious to charter your brig to proceed to New Britain and search the
coast. I told him I would send you to see him, so you had better go
ashore at once. I should think you will find such a charter highly
remunerative, and your knowledge of that part of the South Seas will be
invaluable to you.'
Old Sam, scenting a fat charter, was profuse in his thanks, and hurried
off on shore, taking Mr. Collier with him as interpreter. Meanwhile the
work of coaling the Virago went on vigorously, and by six in the evening
the brig had hauled off from her side, and all hands were employed in
cleaning and washing down.
The little man was soon back, bustling with excitement, having
practically come to terms with the Governor, and the brig was to begin
taking in stores as quickly as possible. As the Virago was to leave
soon after daylight, Tom went on board to say good-bye to the commander
and his officers, and, much to his delight, the former presented him
with a handsome double-barrelled gun, with ample ammunition; told him to
write again to his father, and leave the matter with the Governor, in
case the Cyclope might return to Sydney; said that old Sam was a
thorough old gentleman, who would make a man and a sailor of him, and
shaking the lad's hand warmly, bade him good-bye.
For many hours that night Tom sat listening to the mate and captain
discussing their future proceedings; then, unable to sleep, he went
for'ard and woke up the Maori half-caste, and with him began fishing
till dawn. Then, as the first rays of sunrise lit up the hills, the
smoke began to pour from the Virago's yellow funnel, the boatswain's
whistles piped shrill and clear in the morning air, the great
paddle-wheels made a turn or two, and churned under the sponsons, the
boats were hoisted in, and the tramp, tramp of the blue-jackets' bare
feet sounded on the decks as the capstan was manned and the heavy cable
came in, and then the old-fashioned war-vessel pointed her nose for
Havannah Pass, and steamed slowly away for the New Hebrides.
For the next few days every one on board the Lady Alicia was kept busy
preparing her for sea. The Governor was sending an officer from the
Cyclope to nominally command, but who was really to rely upon old Sam's
judgment and advice in everything, until the survivors--if there were
any--of the transport were found. If any seamen could have been spared
from the Cyclope, some would have been sent, but old Sam energetically
assured the Governor that they would not be needed. He, however, did
not demur to taking on board thirty rifles and a plentiful supply of
ammunition.
Everything was ready at last, and then came the last day of the ship's
stay in Noumea. The skipper had gone ashore to receive his final
instructions, and Mr. Collier and the second mate were pacing the deck
together, looking out for his boat, and whistling for a breeze to spring
up, for a dead calm had prevailed since early dawn, and the day had
become swelteringly hot, so hot that even the marine infantry sentries
guarding the convicts working on the foreshore of the harbour were
handling their rifles very gingerly, for the steel barrels were as hot
to the touch as a burning coal, and the bare, treeless hills at the back
of the newly-formed town seemed to quiver and tremble, and appeal for
rain to slake their parched and sun-baked sides. Out in the harbour
lay, covered with awnings fore and aft, the Cyclope, a hulking,
wall-sided old French corvette, which had been stationed at Noumea ever
since Tardy de Montravel founded the settlement, ten years before.
Nearer inshore was a tiny French schooner, and between her and the
warship was the Lady Alicia. For'ard, on the latter's deck, were Master
Thomas Wallis and the black cook, the latter being engaged in
instructing Tom how to polish a shark's backbone, and make it into a
walking-stick fit for a gentleman of quality.
Nearly five months had passed since Tom had first appeared on board the
brig, and his always brown face was now browner still; and as he rubbed
away at the shark bone his honest, grey eyes seemed full of content;
and, indeed, he was happy enough. For now he was to have, he felt sure,
further adventures.
'De ole man's a mighty long time ashore,' said the coloured gentleman
presently; 'I guess he ain't comin' aboard till he's shown these yere
Frenchers the proper way to wear a stove-pipe hat an' long tail-coat.
He's been an' gone an' took Maori Bill with him--"my servant," he calls
him now; an' he's filled Bill's pockets with 'bout six pound o' tobacco
cut up inter small chunks, an' Bill hez ter drop 'em along the road, so
ez them poor convicts workin' on the chain gang can pick 'em up when dey
sentries isn't lookin'.'
'It's very kind of him, Joe,' said Tom.
The negro nodded. 'Oh yes; he's right 'nuff dat way, is de ole man.
It's on'y when he gits usin' dem big high-class college words dat he
makes himself contemptuous. Why, sometimes I hez to hold on tight to
somethin', for fear he'll see me laughin', and start out on me. Hullo,
dere he is comin' down to the jetty with the French officer, and dere's
the blessed breeze comin' too.'
Ten minutes later, Captain Hawkins, perspiring profusely in his
shore-going garments, and accompanied by a pleasant-faced young naval
officer dressed in white duck, stepped on deck, and in the most
dignified and awe-inspiring manner asked Mr. Collier if he was 'prepared
to heave up.'
'All ready, sir.'
'Thank you Mr. Collier. Then please get the hands to loose sails and
man the windlass without delay. Mr. Collier this is Lieutenant de Cann
of the Cyclope Mr. de Cann, Mr. Thomas Wallis will you step below, sir,
and see if your cabin appurtenances and gear generally are concomitant
with all and any natural expectations. One moment, Mr. Collier, before
you start heavin' up, Mr. de Cann is doing me the honour to drink a
bottle of Tennant with me, and I will thank you to join us. Tom my
bantam lay aft here and wet your whistle.'
Five minutes later he was in his sea togs stamping about on deck, and
bawling and roaring out the most dreadful threats of violence to his
crew, as a 'pack of fat lazy good-for-nothing swabs only fit to scrub
paint work or clean out a stable instead of eatin' good vittels.'
A boat was coming alongside from the warship with some of De Caen's
fellow officers to wish their shipmate good-bye, and old Sam was
determined to show them how he could do things.
The French officer looked inquiringly at Tom as he heard the din
overhead, and Tom laughed.
'That is only his way, Mr. de Caen, and I really think the men don't
mind it a bit. Mr. Collier says they like it, and that if the captain
didn't bully them when he's getting the ship under way or shortening
sail, they would be afraid he was becoming ill. Look, here's the
steward come for a bottle of Hollands to "grease the windlass," and
you'll find that as soon as we are clear of the port that Captain
Hawkins will call all the men aft, make them a funny little speech about
good conduct, and give them more Hollands.'
'Ah, I see, I see. I did hear from Captain Byng that your captain was
very droll sometimes.'
'Boat from the Cyclope alongside, sir,' said Tarbucket, a native sailor,
unceremoniously putting his head down through the skylight, and
receiving at the same time a tremendous thwack on his back from old
Sam's open hand for his want of manners.
The Frenchmen jumped on deck, bade De Caen a hurried good-bye, and then
descended into their boat again, as the old Lady Alicia, dipping her
ensign to the Cyclope, began to slip through the water before the
freshening breeze.