MISCHIEF BREWING--MY BLOOD IS MADE TO RUN COLD--EVIL CONSULTATIONS AND
WICKED RESOLVES--BLOODY BILL ATTEMPTS TO DO GOOD, AND FAILS--THE
ATTACK--WHOLESALE MURDER--THE FLIGHT--THE ESCAPE.
Next morning I awoke with a feverish brow and a feeling of deep
depression at my heart; and the more I thought on my unhappy fate, the
more wretched and miserable did I feel.
I was surrounded on all sides by human beings of the most dreadful
character, to whom the shedding of blood was mere pastime. On shore
were the natives, whose practices were so horrible that I could not
think of them without shuddering. On board were none but pirates of the
blackest dye, who, although not cannibals, were foul murderers, and more
blameworthy even than the savages, inasmuch as they knew better. Even
Bill, with whom I had, under the strange circumstances of my lot, formed
a kind of intimacy, was so fierce in his nature as to have acquired the
title of "Bloody" from his vile companions. I felt very much cast down
the more I considered the subject and the impossibility of delivery, as
it seemed to me--at least, for a long time to come. At last, in my
feeling of utter helplessness, I prayed fervently to the Almighty that
He would deliver me out of my miserable condition; and when I had done
so I felt some degree of comfort.
When the captain came on deck, before the hour at which the men usually
started for the woods, I begged of him to permit me to remain aboard
that day, as I did not feel well; but he looked at me angrily, and
ordered me, in a surly tone, to get ready to go on shore as usual. The
fact was that the captain had been out of humour for some time past.
Romata and he had had some differences, and high words had passed
between them, during which the chief had threatened to send a fleet of
his war-canoes, with a thousand men, to break up and burn the schooner;
whereupon the captain smiled sarcastically, and going up to the chief,
gazed sternly in his face while he said, "I have only to raise my little
finger just now, and my big gun will blow your whole village to atoms in
five minutes!" Although the chief was a bold man, he quailed before the
pirate's glance and threat, and made no reply; but a bad feeling had
been raised, and old sores had been opened.
I had, therefore, to go with the woodcutters that day. Before starting,
however, the captain called me into the cabin and said:
"Here, Ralph; I've got a mission for you, lad. That blackguard Romata
is in the dumps, and nothing will mollify him but a gift; so do you go
up to his house and give him these whale's teeth, with my compliments.
Take with you one of the men who can speak the language."
I looked at the gift in some surprise, for it consisted of six white
whale's teeth, and two of the same dyed bright red, which seemed to me
very paltry things. However, I did not dare to hesitate, or to ask any
questions; so gathering them up, I left the cabin, and was soon on my
way to the chief's house, accompanied by Bill. On expressing my
surprise at the gift, he said:
"They're paltry enough to you or me, Ralph, but they're considered of
great value by them chaps. They're a sort o' cash among them. The red
ones are the most prized, one of them bein' equal to twenty o' the white
ones. I suppose the only reason for their bein' valuable is that there
ain't many of them, and they're hard to be got."
On arriving at the house we found Romata sitting on a mat, in the midst
of a number of large bales of native cloth and other articles, which had
been brought to him as presents from time to time by inferior chiefs.
He received us rather haughtily; but on Bill explaining the nature of
our errand, he became very condescending, and his eyes glistened with
satisfaction when he received the whale's teeth, although he laid them
aside with an assumption of kingly indifference.
"Go," said he with a wave of the hand--"go tell your captain that he may
cut wood to-day, but not to-morrow. He must come ashore; I want to have
a palaver with him."
As we left the house to return to the woods, Bill shook his head.
"There's mischief brewin' in that black rascal's head. I know him of
old. But what comes here?"
As he spoke, we heard the sound of laughter and shouting in the wood,
and presently there issued from it a band of savages, in the midst of
whom were a number of men bearing burdens on their shoulders. At first
I thought that these burdens were poles with something rolled round
them, the end of each pole resting on a man's shoulder; but on a nearer
approach I saw that they were human beings, tied hand and foot, and so
lashed to the poles that they could not move. I counted twenty of them
as they passed.
"More murder!" said Bill in a voice that sounded between a hoarse laugh
and a groan.
"Surely they are not going to murder them?" said I, looking anxiously
into Bill's face.
"I don't know, Ralph," replied Bill, "what they're goin' to do with
them; but I fear they mean no good when they tie fellows up in that
way."
As we continued our way towards the woodcutters, I observed that Bill
looked anxiously over his shoulder in the direction where the procession
had disappeared. At last he stopped, and turning abruptly on his heel,
said:
"I tell ye what it is, Ralph: I must be at the bottom o' that affair.
Let us follow these black scoundrels and see what they're goin' to do."
I must say I had no wish to pry further into their bloody practices; but
Bill seemed bent on it, so I turned and went. We passed rapidly through
the bush, being guided in the right direction by the shouts of the
savages. Suddenly there was a dead silence, which continued for some
time, while Bill and I involuntarily quickened our pace until we were
running at the top of our speed across the narrow neck of land
previously mentioned. As we reached the verge of the wood we discovered
the savages surrounding the large war-canoe, which they were apparently
on the point of launching. Suddenly the multitude put their united
strength to the canoe; but scarcely had the huge machine begun to move
when a yell, the most appalling that ever fell upon my ear, rose high
above the shouting of the savages. It had not died away when another
and another smote upon my throbbing ear, and then I saw that these
inhuman monsters were actually launching their canoe over the living
bodies of their victims. But there was no pity in the breasts of these
men. Forward they went in ruthless indifference, shouting as they went,
while high above their voices rang the dying shrieks of those wretched
creatures as, one after another, the ponderous canoe passed over them,
burst the eyeballs from their sockets, and sent the life-blood gushing
from their mouths. Oh reader, this is no fiction! I would not, for the
sake of thrilling you with horror, invent so terrible a scene. It was
witnessed. It is true--true as that accursed sin which has rendered the
human heart capable of such diabolical enormities!
When it was over I turned round and fell upon the grass with a deep
groan; but Bill seized me by the arm, and lifting me up as if I had been
a child, cried:
"Come along, lad; let's away!" And so, staggering and stumbling over
the tangled underwood, we fled from the fatal spot.
During the remainder of that day I felt as if I were in a horrible
dream. I scarce knew what was said to me, and was more than once blamed
by the men for idling my time. At last the hour to return aboard came.
We marched down to the beach, and I felt relief for the first time when
my feet rested on the schooner's deck.
In the course of the evening I overheard part of a conversation between
the captain and the first mate, which startled me not a little. They
were down in the cabin, and conversed in an undertone; but the skylight
being off; I overhead every word that was said.
"I don't half-like it," said the mate. "It seems to me that we'll only
have hard fightin' and no pay."
"No pay!" repeated the captain in a voice of suppressed anger. "Do you
call a good cargo all for nothing no pay?"
"Very true," returned the mate; "but we've got the cargo aboard. Why
not cut your cable and take French leave o' them? What's the use o'
tryin' to kill the blackguards when it'll do us no manner o' good?"
"Mate," said the captain in a low voice, "you talk like a fresh-water
sailor. I can only attribute this shyness to some strange delusion, for
surely,"--his voice assumed a slightly sneering tone as he said
this--"surely I am not to suppose that you have become soft-hearted!
Besides, you are wrong in regard to the cargo being aboard; there's a
good quarter of it lying in the woods, and that blackguard chief knows
it, and won't let me take it off. He defied us to do our worst
yesterday."
"Defied us! did he?" cried the mate with a bitter laugh. "Poor,
contemptible thing!"
"And yet he seems not so contemptible but that you are afraid to attack
him."
"Who said I was afraid?" growled the mate sulkily. "I'm as ready as any
man in the ship. But, captain, what is it that you intend to do?"
"I intend to muffle the sweeps and row the schooner up to the head of
the creek there, from which point we can command the pile of sandal-wood
with our gun. Then I shall land with all the men except two, who shall
take care of the schooner and be ready with the boat to take us off. We
can creep through the woods to the head of the village, where these
cannibals are always dancing round their suppers of human flesh; and if
the carbines of the men are loaded with a heavy charge of buck-shot, we
can drop forty or fifty at the first volley. After that the thing will
be easy enough. The savages will take to the mountains in a body, and
we shall take what we require, up anchor, and away."
To this plan the mate at length agreed. As he left the cabin, I heard
the captain say:
"Give the men an extra glass of grog, and don't forget the buck-shot."
The reader may conceive the horror with which I heard this murderous
conversation. I immediately repeated it to Bill, who seemed much
perplexed about it. At length he said:
"I'll tell you what I'll do, Ralph. I'll swim ashore after dark and fix
a musket to a tree not far from the place where we'll have to land, and
I'll tie a long string to the trigger, so that when our fellows cross it
they'll let it off, and so alarm the village in time to prevent an
attack, but not in time to prevent us gettin' back to the boat.--So,
Master Captain," added Bill with a smile that, for the first time,
seemed to me to be mingled with good-natured cheerfulness, "you'll be
balked at least for once in your life by Bloody Bill."
After it grew dark, Bill put this resolve in practice. He slipped over
the side with a musket in his left hand, while with his right he swam
ashore and entered the woods. He soon returned, having accomplished his
purpose, and got on board without being seen, I being the only one on
deck.
When the hour of midnight approached, the men were mustered on deck, the
cable was cut, and the muffled sweeps got out. These sweeps were
immensely large oars, each requiring a couple of men to work it. In a
few minutes we entered the mouth of the creek, which was indeed the
mouth of a small river, and took about half-an-hour to ascend it,
although the spot where we intended to land was not more than six
hundred yards from the mouth, because there was a slight current against
us, and the mangroves which narrowed the creek impeded the rowers in
some places. Having reached the spot, which was so darkened by
overhanging trees that we could see with difficulty, a small
kedge-anchor attached to a thin line was let softly down over the stern.
"Now, lads," whispered the captain as he walked along the line of men,
who were all armed to the teeth, "don't be in a hurry, aim low, and
don't waste your first shots."
He then pointed to the boat, into which the men crowded in silence.
There was no room to row; but oars were not needed, as a slight push
against the side of the schooner sent the boat gliding to the shore.
"There's no need of leaving two in the boat," whispered the mate as the
men stepped out; "we shall want all our hands. Let Ralph stay."
The captain assented, and ordered me to stand in readiness with the
boat-hook, to shove ashore at a moment's notice if they should return,
or to shove off if any of the savages should happen to approach. He
then threw his carbine into the hollow of his arm, and glided through
the bushes, followed by his men. With a throbbing heart I awaited the
result of our plan. I knew the exact locality where the musket was
placed, for Bill had described it to me, and I kept my straining eyes
fixed upon the spot. But no sound came, and I began to fear that either
they had gone in another direction or that Bill had not fixed the string
properly. Suddenly I heard a faint click, and observed one or two
bright sparks among the bushes. My heart immediately sank within me,
for I knew at once that the trigger had indeed been pulled, but that the
priming had not caught. The plan, therefore, had utterly failed. A
feeling of dread now began to creep over me as I stood in the boat, in
that dark, silent spot, awaiting the issue of this murderous expedition.
I shuddered as I glanced at the water that glided past like a dark
reptile. I looked back at the schooner; but her hull was just barely
visible, while her tapering masts were lost among the trees which
overshadowed her. Her lower sails were set, but so thick was the gloom
that they were quite invisible.
Suddenly I heard a shot. In a moment a thousand voices raised a yell in
the village; again the cry rose on the night air, and was followed by
broken shouts as of scattered parties of men bounding into the woods.
Then I heard another shout, loud and close at hand; it was the voice of
the captain cursing the man who had fired the premature shot. Then came
the order, "Forward!" followed by a wild hurrah of our men as they
charged the savages. Shots now rang in quick succession, and at last a
loud volley startled the echoes of the woods. It was followed by a
multitude of wild shrieks, which were immediately drowned in another
hurrah from the men, the distance of the sound proving that they were
driving their enemies before them towards the sea.
While I was listening intently to these sounds, which were now mingled
in confusion, I was startled by the rustling of the leaves not far from
me. At first I thought it was a party of savages who had observed the
schooner, but I was speedily undeceived by observing a body of natives--
apparently several hundreds, as far as I could guess in the uncertain
light--bounding through the woods towards the scene of battle. I saw at
once that this was a party who had outflanked our men, and would
speedily attack them in the rear. And so it turned out; for in a short
time the shouts increased tenfold, and among them I thought I heard a
death-cry uttered by voices familiar to my ear.
At length the tumult of battle ceased, and from the cries of exultation
that now arose from the savages, I felt assured that our men had been
conquered. I was immediately thrown into dreadful consternation. What
was I now to do? To be taken by the savages was too horrible to be
thought of; to flee to the mountains was hopeless, as I should soon be
discovered; and to take the schooner out of the creek without assistance
was impossible. I resolved, however, to make the attempt, as being my
only hope, and was on the point of pushing off, when my hand was stayed
and my blood chilled by an appalling shriek, in which I recognised the
voice of one of the crew. It was succeeded by a shout from the savages.
Then came another and another shriek of agony, making my ears to
tingle, as I felt convinced they were murdering the pirate crew in cold
blood. With a bursting heart and my brain whirling as if on fire, I
seized the boat-hook to push from shore when a man sprang from the
bushes.
"Stop! Ralph, stop! There, now, push off!" he cried, and bounded into
the boat so violently as nearly to upset her. It was Bill's voice! In
another moment we were on board--the boat made fast, the line of the
anchor cut, and the sweeps run out. At the first stroke of Bill's giant
arm the schooner was nearly pulled ashore, for in his haste he forgot
that I could scarcely move the unwieldy oar. Springing to the stern, he
lashed the rudder in such a position as that, while it aided me, it
acted against him, and so rendered the force of our strokes nearly
equal. The schooner now began to glide quickly down the creek; but
before we reached its mouth, a yell from a thousand voices on the bank
told that we were discovered. Instantly a number of the savages plunged
into the water and swam towards us; but we were making so much way that
they could not overtake us. One, however, an immensely powerful man,
succeeded in laying hold of the cut rope that hung from the stern, and
clambered quickly upon deck. Bill caught sight of him the instant his
head appeared above the taffrail. But he did not cease to row, and did
not appear even to notice the savage until he was within a yard of him;
then dropping the sweep, he struck him a blow on the forehead with his
clenched fist that felled him to the deck. Lifting him up, he hurled
him overboard, and resumed the oar. But now a greater danger awaited
us; for the savages had outrun us on the bank, and were about to plunge
into the water ahead of the schooner. If they succeeded in doing so,
our fate was sealed. For one moment Bill stood irresolute. Then
drawing a pistol from his belt, he sprang to the brass gun, held the pan
of his pistol over the touch-hole, and fired. The shot was succeeded by
the hiss of the cannon's priming; then the blaze and the crashing
thunder of the monstrous gun burst upon the savages with such deafening
roar that it seemed as if their very mountains had been rent asunder.
This was enough. The moment of surprise and hesitation caused by the
unwonted sound gave us time to pass the point; a gentle breeze, which
the dense foliage had hitherto prevented us from feeling, bulged out our
sails; the schooner bent before it, and the shouts of the disappointed
savages grew fainter and fainter in the distance as we were slowly
wafted out to sea.